Almost. You're saved by an unexpected heroine.

Your poor heart is beating like a hummingbird's wings as the cheerleaders approach, mouths twisted into wicked grins— you'd heard gruesome rumors about what happened to boys that got on their bad side, and though it terrified you, you were about to discover their veracity.

They've got hands groping you everywhere, your chest muscles, your abs, the shoulders you'd been working so hard on, and naturally— your flaccid penis. Control of your body is wrested away from you, and you're helpless to stop their advances as the cheer squad plants kiss after kiss on every inch of your bound, **** body. Even as they pull your sex into their mouths, they ignore your muffled screams. The rumors were half-true, because half of the cheerleaders are sexually assaulting you, while the other half stare on, aghast.

It sounds like there's commotion both inside and outside the locker room; the cheerleaders relentlessly molesting you within, and a loud slamming without.

A pigtailed girl lifts her mouth off your cock with an exasperated look on her face; evaluating your flaccid sex, she whines, "Oh come on! What's it gonna take to make this hunk hard?"

"Maybe some good old-fashioned BDSM~ I call spanking him!"

"C-calm your Pom-poms, Beth— w-who is this boy anyway?" Says a wimpish blonde, one of the women who's been too nervous to grope you the same way her friends are, despite the lust in her eyes. "You know Charlotte doesn't care about consent, what if he's scared?"

"I'd say if he's scared that just makes it hotter." Rebecca says, reaching down towards your balls, soon grabbing around them; you kick and scream, **** to escape as the queen bitch of the school clutches your nuts, "aww, look at him squirm~ now what would happen if I squeezed…"

The girls all laugh at your terrified screams, Rebecca releasing your family jewels as she doubles over in tears; cackling hysterically, the squad continues your molestation. Over the humiliating din, one cheerleader in particular demands her chance to make you hers, "Hey, girls! Get away from the small-dicked hottie! That boy is mine."

After a moments hesitation—during which time your cock gets passed between four girls' hands—the squad backs off from groping you to give the unseen speaker a clear shot at her prize. They part like the Red Sea and reveal her: It's Candy, that cute Asian size-queen who helped strip you in the first place, checking you out with wild, lustful approval… until that is, she looks down at your crotch. Your blush returns, her dissatisfaction replacing your fear with embarrassment.

Nevertheless, Candy stalks over to your trembling form; she hikes her leg over your naked hips, and stares into your eyes, a smile blooming on her makeup-caked visage. In a swift motion she rips the gag out of your mouth and plants a wet one directly on your lips; giving an impassioned kiss while shoving you against the beam Charlotte had made your prison. She's taking things much slower than you expected, being both gentle and forceful as she plants rapid, demure pecks on your face while holding your arms back.

Candy was your favorite cheerleader before the humiliating stunts she pulled on you today, and unlike her compatriots she wasn't trying to **** you… plus, the way her lips feel on your face is incredible. Thinking this would be the only time she'd let you touch her, you kiss her right back, grabbing her face to make out harder, and…

Wait— You grabbed her face?

Your handcuffs fall to the floor, clanging onto the wet linoleum as you stand, shocked and amazed. Candy flashes you their key before grabbing you by the arm and sprinting out of the locker room, your naked body in tow.