schooledboys
Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2025 9:36 pm
Epilogue:
"Mmmph....mmm...hnngph...mmmph..."
The boys' muffled, frustrated grunts filled the relative silence of the girls' locker room, the four of them once again stuffed face-to-face into neighboring lockers. Henry once again found himself pressed nose-to-nose and bulge-to-bulge with Luke inside the cramped space, but without the 'Vote Sam' buttons to preserve any semblance of personal space. Instead, there was nothing to stop them from awkwardly trying to relieve the itching in their underwear by constantly grinding their bulges together, an undignified act that none of them would ever discuss again. Tied up tight, Henry's arms were wrapped and Luke, just as Luke's were around him, trapping them in an intimate embrace, their hands duct taped over one another's rumps. Thrust after thrust and grunt after grunt, each boy tirelessly strained against the other, tighty whities freshly loaded with itching powder to make sure their hips never stopped shimmying.
Kelly, one of the cheerleaders, flung the door to Henry and Luke's locker open and stood there admiring the scene. Hands on her hips, she flaunted her curves by striking an enticing pose, showing off her spandex gym shorts and cute little crop top, "Hey boys..." she purred.
Henry and Luke turned their eyes towards her, both of them instinctively admiring her toned and tanned curves even as they hatefully cursed her through their gags. Too hot for for teen boys to ignore, they were helpless to stop their hormone addled bodies from reacting to the fit girl showing off her figure. Kelly smirked as she watched them grow increasingly flustered as their gaze lingered. She shifted her hips, arched her back, and casually flowed from one victory pose to the next, interested in knowing just how thoroughly she could get them all riled up.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Sneaking in here and trying to steal a peek..." Kelly ran a hand up the side of her thigh.
A voice in Henry's head screamed at him to look away, to not give the little brat the satisfaction of his attention, but his hormones screamed even louder. Caught in a perpetual state of angry embarrassment, the boys flushed deep red as they felt one another's underwear getting tighter, their grinding and shimmying becoming even more stiff and reluctant. Squished together as tightly as they possibly could be, they could feel the pounding of each other's pulse, the hot air from their quickening breaths, and the force of their muscles tensing each time they valiantly strained against the jump rope wound all up and down their bodies.
Slowly swaying her hips back and forth, Kelly tantalized the boys with her rhythmically shifting curves, biting down on her lip and showing off her athletic figure, "Do you like my shorts, hmm?"
Entranced, the boys ruminated on the power the girls now held over them, wondering how they could both hate and be so wildly attracted to someone at the same time, "Nnngph! Mmmpph! Mmmmpph!"
"Do you think they're too tight?" Kelly innocently teased, spinning around and playfully shaking her booty at them, "Are they too distracting?"
The boys tried to sound tough with macho grunts and violent promises of revenge, but it was undermined by the fact that their eyes never once left her body. The neighboring locker containing Tom and Daniel rattled as they wiggled around against the door, their gagged shouts sounding of jealousy as the peeping perverts jostled for attention.
"Sorry boys, you don't have tickets for this show." Kelly teased the nerds still stuffed and packed tightly into the closed locker, content to leave them in the dark as she teased the other two.
Denied and ignored, the puberty stricken perverts incredulously fumed in the cramped, stinky locker, driven wild by the maddening itching powder that filled their tighty whities, "Mmmmmmppphh! Mmmpph, mmmphh, mmmph, mmmpph..."
Picking up a pair of pom poms, Kelly turned her attention to the hormone addled boys who couldn't take their eyes off of her, and began to entertain them with a risque cheer routine, singing, "Oh, look, look, what do we see? Two tied up boys, bare as can be! In your undies, no way to hide, caught in a mess you can't untie! You thought you could peek, you thought you were sly, now trussed up tight, oh my oh my! Gagged and bound with no way out, us girls have won now squirm and pout! You're in your panties, we're in control, this is our school and we're on a roll! All tangled up with nothing to say, you'll be stuck here for the rest of the day! We run the show, and that's the truth, you're just some losers in your birthday suits! Now you're the ones who can't squirm free, while us girls laugh all the way to victory! So remember boys, when you mess with us, you'll end up in undies, tied up in a fuss!"
"Mmmmphh! Mmmmphh! Mmmmph mmmphh! Mmmmm! Mmmmm!"
Kelly bounced, gyrated, and every so slightly rubbed herself against the bitter but enthralled boys, gleefully shaking her pom poms and extending her legs with high kicks. At the end of her little routine, she lied down on her side atop the wooden bench, posing her curves for maximum effect. All four of the entrapped teens angrily protested into their gags throughout the cheer, their male egos unable to handle a petite cheerleader humiliating them like this. For all their outrage, however, Henry and Luke still couldn't deny that Kelly had a power over them that they were helpless to fight against. More and more desperate to separate their sweaty bodies, Henry and Luke forcefully jerked and wiggled, which only served to increase the friction between them.
"Oh? You want an encore?" She stood atop the bench, preparing for another degrading cheer, "If you insist..."
Kelly continued to aggravate the boys with cheer after cheer, denying them even a moment of peace for almost an hour. By the time Samantha strode into the locker room, Henry and Luke were standing at full attention, the fabric of their underwear straining. All riled up with nowhere to go, they grumbled and grunted, unable to keep themselves from rubbing their itchy bulges together. The stiff, red faced teens glowered at Kelly and Samantha as the girls smugly posed with their hands on their hips, both dressed for cheer practice in their spandex gym shorts, sports bras, and crop tops.
Samantha whistled at the flustered duo, her eyes drifting down to their shimmying, thrusting hips as they thumped against the walls of the locker, "I heard things were getting a little hot and heavy in here. Can't you boys control yourselves for once?"
Opening the door to the neighboring locker, Samantha stood back and proudly surveyed the spectacle. She waited a few minutes before speaking again, allowing the feral boys to grunt and grind in silence, stewing in their defeat. Their heads duct taped together and lips locked, each pair of boys waged battle between one another, each using their tongue to try and force the girls' sweaty gym socks out of their mouth and into the other boy's mouth. Any attempt at forming words by one was immediately smothered as the other boy forced the socks back into the other's mouth. No amount of tugging or pulling could separate their locked lips, trapping them in a perpetual make out session. Henry, unaccustomed to being bullied or overpowered, felt especially degraded as he felt Luke's tongue force the shared wad of socks back into his mouth as Samantha smirked at him with an unbearably smug expression on her face.
"Mmmphh...mmm...hnngphh...nnngg...gnnnggphh...mmmm...mmmmmmm...mmmmmmmm..." Defeated, humiliated, disgusted groans mixed with sharp, angry grunts, filling the otherwise silent room.
After relishing the sight of four misogynistic teens humbled and humiliated, Samantha spoke over the sounds of their gagged misery, "Well, boys, as much as I'd love to spend the rest of the day watching your toxic masculinity crumble, we have to get you ready for your parent-teacher meetings."
"Mmmmphh?!" The boys incredulously stared at her from the sides of their eyes.
"What, you thought we were really going to let you off the hook? No, no, no, you horny little perverts...you can't just spy on us girls in our own locker room while we're in our undies and get off with nothing but a fun little prank." Samantha scolded.
Kelly helped the future class president pry Henry and Luke out of the locker, laying them down on the wooden bench with Luke on his back and Henry on top, teasing, "That's right, losers. What do you think your moms are going to say when they find out what you did?"
The girls pried Tom and Daniel out of their locker next, a small relief for the boys after being stuffed inside for so long. Laying them down on the wooden bench next to the other bound pair with Tom on top of Daniel, each girl took a seat on top of a pair of boys. Samantha made herself comfortable sitting on top of Henry's wiggling bottom and Luke's hands that were taped to it, with Kelly similarly sitting on top of Tom's rump that had Daniel's hands affixed and squeezing his cheeks in the same manner. The girls' weight pressed the boys' bulges even harder against one another, and left the boys staring into one another's eyes as they were used as furniture.
Crossing her legs, Samantha continued, "Of course, we can't let them see you all messy like this. But don't worry, we've got way more fashionable clothes for you to wear before they get here."
"Mmmm-mmm mmm mmm mmphh mmmmm! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" The violently wriggled beneath the girls, impotently trying to buck them off.
Unbothered by the boys' intense squirming, Kelly added, "We've already talked it over with the principal and Coach Smith, congratulations boys, you're the newest members of our cheer squad!"
Kelly and Samantha broke into a fit of bratty giggles, delighted at the boys' collective outrage at the news. Casually wielding her phone, Samantha messaged the other cheerleaders that the coast was clear, smiling at the feeling of Henry's muscles tensing beneath her. Posing for a selfie, she struck an elegant victory pose as she was gently jostled around from all of the thrusting and squirming, sending the picture along with her message for the girls to gather. Waiting for their sisters-in-arms to show up, Kelly and Samantha took pictures of one another sitting atop the boys like queens on their thrones, unbothered by their bound and gagged captive's muffled threats of violence...
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To be continued...
"Mmmph....mmm...hnngph...mmmph..."
The boys' muffled, frustrated grunts filled the relative silence of the girls' locker room, the four of them once again stuffed face-to-face into neighboring lockers. Henry once again found himself pressed nose-to-nose and bulge-to-bulge with Luke inside the cramped space, but without the 'Vote Sam' buttons to preserve any semblance of personal space. Instead, there was nothing to stop them from awkwardly trying to relieve the itching in their underwear by constantly grinding their bulges together, an undignified act that none of them would ever discuss again. Tied up tight, Henry's arms were wrapped and Luke, just as Luke's were around him, trapping them in an intimate embrace, their hands duct taped over one another's rumps. Thrust after thrust and grunt after grunt, each boy tirelessly strained against the other, tighty whities freshly loaded with itching powder to make sure their hips never stopped shimmying.
Kelly, one of the cheerleaders, flung the door to Henry and Luke's locker open and stood there admiring the scene. Hands on her hips, she flaunted her curves by striking an enticing pose, showing off her spandex gym shorts and cute little crop top, "Hey boys..." she purred.
Henry and Luke turned their eyes towards her, both of them instinctively admiring her toned and tanned curves even as they hatefully cursed her through their gags. Too hot for for teen boys to ignore, they were helpless to stop their hormone addled bodies from reacting to the fit girl showing off her figure. Kelly smirked as she watched them grow increasingly flustered as their gaze lingered. She shifted her hips, arched her back, and casually flowed from one victory pose to the next, interested in knowing just how thoroughly she could get them all riled up.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Sneaking in here and trying to steal a peek..." Kelly ran a hand up the side of her thigh.
A voice in Henry's head screamed at him to look away, to not give the little brat the satisfaction of his attention, but his hormones screamed even louder. Caught in a perpetual state of angry embarrassment, the boys flushed deep red as they felt one another's underwear getting tighter, their grinding and shimmying becoming even more stiff and reluctant. Squished together as tightly as they possibly could be, they could feel the pounding of each other's pulse, the hot air from their quickening breaths, and the force of their muscles tensing each time they valiantly strained against the jump rope wound all up and down their bodies.
Slowly swaying her hips back and forth, Kelly tantalized the boys with her rhythmically shifting curves, biting down on her lip and showing off her athletic figure, "Do you like my shorts, hmm?"
Entranced, the boys ruminated on the power the girls now held over them, wondering how they could both hate and be so wildly attracted to someone at the same time, "Nnngph! Mmmpph! Mmmmpph!"
"Do you think they're too tight?" Kelly innocently teased, spinning around and playfully shaking her booty at them, "Are they too distracting?"
The boys tried to sound tough with macho grunts and violent promises of revenge, but it was undermined by the fact that their eyes never once left her body. The neighboring locker containing Tom and Daniel rattled as they wiggled around against the door, their gagged shouts sounding of jealousy as the peeping perverts jostled for attention.
"Sorry boys, you don't have tickets for this show." Kelly teased the nerds still stuffed and packed tightly into the closed locker, content to leave them in the dark as she teased the other two.
Denied and ignored, the puberty stricken perverts incredulously fumed in the cramped, stinky locker, driven wild by the maddening itching powder that filled their tighty whities, "Mmmmmmppphh! Mmmpph, mmmphh, mmmph, mmmpph..."
Picking up a pair of pom poms, Kelly turned her attention to the hormone addled boys who couldn't take their eyes off of her, and began to entertain them with a risque cheer routine, singing, "Oh, look, look, what do we see? Two tied up boys, bare as can be! In your undies, no way to hide, caught in a mess you can't untie! You thought you could peek, you thought you were sly, now trussed up tight, oh my oh my! Gagged and bound with no way out, us girls have won now squirm and pout! You're in your panties, we're in control, this is our school and we're on a roll! All tangled up with nothing to say, you'll be stuck here for the rest of the day! We run the show, and that's the truth, you're just some losers in your birthday suits! Now you're the ones who can't squirm free, while us girls laugh all the way to victory! So remember boys, when you mess with us, you'll end up in undies, tied up in a fuss!"
"Mmmmphh! Mmmmphh! Mmmmph mmmphh! Mmmmm! Mmmmm!"
Kelly bounced, gyrated, and every so slightly rubbed herself against the bitter but enthralled boys, gleefully shaking her pom poms and extending her legs with high kicks. At the end of her little routine, she lied down on her side atop the wooden bench, posing her curves for maximum effect. All four of the entrapped teens angrily protested into their gags throughout the cheer, their male egos unable to handle a petite cheerleader humiliating them like this. For all their outrage, however, Henry and Luke still couldn't deny that Kelly had a power over them that they were helpless to fight against. More and more desperate to separate their sweaty bodies, Henry and Luke forcefully jerked and wiggled, which only served to increase the friction between them.
"Oh? You want an encore?" She stood atop the bench, preparing for another degrading cheer, "If you insist..."
Kelly continued to aggravate the boys with cheer after cheer, denying them even a moment of peace for almost an hour. By the time Samantha strode into the locker room, Henry and Luke were standing at full attention, the fabric of their underwear straining. All riled up with nowhere to go, they grumbled and grunted, unable to keep themselves from rubbing their itchy bulges together. The stiff, red faced teens glowered at Kelly and Samantha as the girls smugly posed with their hands on their hips, both dressed for cheer practice in their spandex gym shorts, sports bras, and crop tops.
Samantha whistled at the flustered duo, her eyes drifting down to their shimmying, thrusting hips as they thumped against the walls of the locker, "I heard things were getting a little hot and heavy in here. Can't you boys control yourselves for once?"
Opening the door to the neighboring locker, Samantha stood back and proudly surveyed the spectacle. She waited a few minutes before speaking again, allowing the feral boys to grunt and grind in silence, stewing in their defeat. Their heads duct taped together and lips locked, each pair of boys waged battle between one another, each using their tongue to try and force the girls' sweaty gym socks out of their mouth and into the other boy's mouth. Any attempt at forming words by one was immediately smothered as the other boy forced the socks back into the other's mouth. No amount of tugging or pulling could separate their locked lips, trapping them in a perpetual make out session. Henry, unaccustomed to being bullied or overpowered, felt especially degraded as he felt Luke's tongue force the shared wad of socks back into his mouth as Samantha smirked at him with an unbearably smug expression on her face.
"Mmmphh...mmm...hnngphh...nnngg...gnnnggphh...mmmm...mmmmmmm...mmmmmmmm..." Defeated, humiliated, disgusted groans mixed with sharp, angry grunts, filling the otherwise silent room.
After relishing the sight of four misogynistic teens humbled and humiliated, Samantha spoke over the sounds of their gagged misery, "Well, boys, as much as I'd love to spend the rest of the day watching your toxic masculinity crumble, we have to get you ready for your parent-teacher meetings."
"Mmmmphh?!" The boys incredulously stared at her from the sides of their eyes.
"What, you thought we were really going to let you off the hook? No, no, no, you horny little perverts...you can't just spy on us girls in our own locker room while we're in our undies and get off with nothing but a fun little prank." Samantha scolded.
Kelly helped the future class president pry Henry and Luke out of the locker, laying them down on the wooden bench with Luke on his back and Henry on top, teasing, "That's right, losers. What do you think your moms are going to say when they find out what you did?"
The girls pried Tom and Daniel out of their locker next, a small relief for the boys after being stuffed inside for so long. Laying them down on the wooden bench next to the other bound pair with Tom on top of Daniel, each girl took a seat on top of a pair of boys. Samantha made herself comfortable sitting on top of Henry's wiggling bottom and Luke's hands that were taped to it, with Kelly similarly sitting on top of Tom's rump that had Daniel's hands affixed and squeezing his cheeks in the same manner. The girls' weight pressed the boys' bulges even harder against one another, and left the boys staring into one another's eyes as they were used as furniture.
Crossing her legs, Samantha continued, "Of course, we can't let them see you all messy like this. But don't worry, we've got way more fashionable clothes for you to wear before they get here."
"Mmmm-mmm mmm mmm mmphh mmmmm! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" The violently wriggled beneath the girls, impotently trying to buck them off.
Unbothered by the boys' intense squirming, Kelly added, "We've already talked it over with the principal and Coach Smith, congratulations boys, you're the newest members of our cheer squad!"
Kelly and Samantha broke into a fit of bratty giggles, delighted at the boys' collective outrage at the news. Casually wielding her phone, Samantha messaged the other cheerleaders that the coast was clear, smiling at the feeling of Henry's muscles tensing beneath her. Posing for a selfie, she struck an elegant victory pose as she was gently jostled around from all of the thrusting and squirming, sending the picture along with her message for the girls to gather. Waiting for their sisters-in-arms to show up, Kelly and Samantha took pictures of one another sitting atop the boys like queens on their thrones, unbothered by their bound and gagged captive's muffled threats of violence...
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To be continued...