To your salvation.

Sprinting naked through school was never going to be comfortable, but you're so relieved to be out of your handcuffs—and away from those rapacious cheerleaders—that you neglect to cover anything at all. Still fuzzy in the head as your cock bounces around freely, you're led to who-knows-where.

Huffing while Candy ducks with you into a small alcove that's shockingly close to the girl's' locker room; you ponder why she, of all the cheerleaders, would come to your rescue, and ask the hot Asian girl, "Hey, Candy, why did you just save me? I mean, thanks— but why?"

"I figured I'd get a turn on you if I helped out." She looks down to your crotch and smirks, "I still think your penis is way too small, but you're like, super hot, and I'm not about to pass up sex."

You fret over your exposed manhood, blushing while your hand darts down to preserve some semblance of dignity. You're fortunate enough not to simply suffer Candy's teases about your size— a strange, worrying sound moans from a few feet away.

It's source? The redheaded jock, Janine, hogtied with her own jeans and shouting; her cries muffled by a pair of basketball shorts that'd been fashioned into a gag.

"Janine? What happened to her?"

"Denise took her keys, obviously."

"But didn't she have?– wait! Denise?!"

"Yup." The Asian cutie shoves you into the arms of a woman standing behind you; although you can't see her, you are certain it's your crush. There's only one girl in school an entire head taller than you, and only one girl who'd hold you so dearly.

With a chance to assess yourself you find you're in worse shape than you'd assumed. Though the embarrassments, humiliations and sexual assaults took their toll, It's not just your ego that's hurt; after that ordeal, your body has a few bruises as well. But… all in the world feels fine when her arms surround you, when you surrender to her powerful embrace.

Denise clutches your nude body tight against herself, her chin resting atop your head. While cuddling, she takes hold of your arms and gasps, seeing the livid marks the handcuffs left on your wrists. Voice tense, she says, "Oh my God, Sam— you're hurt."

"Yeah, but… as long as you're here, I couldn't feel any better. Denise, I…"

"I love you."

She pauses for a moment, then holds you tighter, peppering your cheek with kisses, "I've loved you for so long." She bends down and kisses you on the lips, saying, "I'm so glad you're okay, you big sap."

Candy looks relieved, a faint smile on her lips as she regards the two of you; the makeup fetishist gingerly pulls you out of your embrace and twists you around, facing you towards the gorgeous Amazon. You take a second to observe Denise's sultry, lean body, but something you weren't expecting is covering her: Nothing. At least, nothing besides a scanty pair of thong panties decorating her muscular hips.

As you gaze upon her pretty face, voluminous hair, well-defined muscles, and large, round breasts, you feel your breath hitch. Denise's beauty is unspeakable, but the way she's looking at you… that spark in her smile as she checks you out is too much for you to handle in your punished, unclothed state. She licks her lips while eyeing your naked body, and you faint—face a bright sanguine—when her lusty gaze reaches your cock, collapsing back into your crush's warm, caring arms.

That's embarrassing.