The Locker Room (Femdom)

Story by Eastep

Heads up!

This story does NOT involve a futa! ...yet.

So to let you know, this story only involves fake dicks being used. ...so far.

With all the warnings aside, here is a perfectly normal story of a boy going into the girl's locker room to get an item that fell there, and once inside, receives a fucking up the ass.

Enjoy.

"The Locker Room"

"Hey... Maybe you would like my num-" the school bell cut Brandon off before he could offer his digits to the only girl that had paid attention to him today. Heather, a cheery girl a year or two you get than him, smiled a pretty little grin and then dashed off in a fluffy of blonde hair. She was on to her next class, whizzing through the crowd. So far, he had about a dozen of them with her, and even though he had been sitting several chairs over, he still managed to talk a little with her.

"Catch you later Brandon!" she called over her shoulder to the transfer student suffering his first day of school.

"Don't get lost new guy," one of the males said snidely as he passed, bumping shoulders with him.

"I hope I don't...," Brandon replied, joining the throng of students milling off to classes.

The day went by in a blur, and before he knew it, school was over, and it was his chance to earn a friend among the faculty by staying over and helping out.

The first teacher he asked happily accepted the help and got him working. Blackboards, whiteboards, chalk, pencil shavings, littered paper... Brandon got worked like a bitch by the teacher, left panting after he had finished scrubbing the floor.

"Well... I guess you can go then sweetie! Thanks!" the older lady gave him a mischievous grin as she sent him off into the empty hallways.

Brandon set off towards the doors of the school, groaning when he realized that a long trip back to the gym was in order. His school shoes were still on, and if the boots he had left in the locker room stayed there, it would be mean coming back with grass stains on his only good school sneakers...

He trekked off to the little section of the school that hosted all the gym equipment and the like, sighing as he had to make yet another detour.

"Locker rooms..." He mumbled, hefting his books along as he made for the set of doors.

"Boys," the sign on the left said. "Girls," the opposite placard stated, making him take a sharp left towards the faded red door.

"Oh no!" he cursed under his breath as books flew into the air. One thing that sucked about dripping, sweaty boys was that they left the floors slick. And one thing that sucked about his school shoes were that they had no slip resistance.

The boy got to work for the second time that day, gathering his things. A search through the belongings showed them all to be in order...

Except for one item.

Keys. To the car, house, bike, his locker's lock... Everything important.

"Where did they go?!" Brandon rushed out in a panic, sweeping his frightened gaze over the floor.

Finally he peeked his head into the girl's locker room and saw the keys halfway across the room, as far from where he dropped them as they could be.

"Figures," He muttered, padding into the locker-lined room.

One of the lockers was open as he walked by, and a glance at it reveal the word "Heather's" stamped out on a bag. He grabbed his keys and took another look at the locker.

"Maybe I can just leave her my number," Brandon thought loud, rubbing at his chin.

The guy fished out a pen and paper and started scribbling out a short note and number, paying no attention to the world around.

"Um, excuse me slut... What are you doing at my locker?" the dominant female voice made him jump, nearly throwing the note into the air.

"Oh! Heather!" He said, stunned at the short blonde's arrival. "I thought you went home...," Brandon admitted, a sheepish grin taking over his face. She looked at him sternly, running her eyes over him as if to size him up. He glanced down at his note for all of a second before his attention was caught by the flash of her predatory smile.

"Nope. I had to stay over to help my band teacher." Heather's tone was flat and unyielding, delivering facts and nothing else. She looked first to the open locker, and then to the boy she had all alone next to it.

"But," Heather started, taking her hand off her thigh and resting it firmly on the boy's arm. "I see I have some punishment to dole out."

Brandon was stunned for a second that she had chosen to mistrust him so fast, and he couldn't help but try to defend his actions.

"...Punishment? Heather, I swear I was just leaving you my number and getting my keys!" He lifted his unrestrained arm in the universal sign of, "I surrender" and tried to convince her he was telling the truth. Another rub to her thigh had her face flash to that same toothy grin again, followed by her sharp response.

"Sure you were bitch." She pushed him to the lockers, taking a handful of his ass. "Pants off," Heather ordered, ripping the jeans down to the boy's ankles. He squeaked as he was suddenl

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