Amazons on Campus, Chapter 5

I'm a rugger hugger.



The rest of the night was sort of a blur. I was still a bit sore from getting
beat up and the wrestling and spanking hadn't helped. I was given some sort of
drink which seemed to numb the pain, but also to confuse me a bit. But I know
I watched some erotically powerful wrestling between the girls. And I watched
the other nude guys get spanked, wrestled into submission, even choked out.
None of them spoke to me. A couple of times one of the Amazons headed in my
direction, but the older woman warned them off. I guess people knew I'd had
enough.

Later that night I got taken home and allowed to dress myself in the car. I
went home and fell into bed. The next couple of days were a blur also. I was
back in "real life" but it felt so fake, so restrained, so much a denial of
the truth. The Amazon world was the truth and I wanted to live there.

Thursday, I got an email from the same group telling me about a next women's
rugby match that upcoming weekend and telling me there was an opening for a
manager and that I should apply to the locker room just after halftime. That
was a sort of odd request, but what the hell.

I got to the game on Saturday and sat in the bleachers to watch the game. The
crowd was pretty sparse. Some were clearly there just to be grossed out at the
big massive girls as they smashed into each other on the field. I was getting
uncomfortable with the crap I was hearing ' and developing a hard on at seeing
all that sweaty, aggressive feminine muscle on the field.

Halftime came eventually, and I waited until the teams had finished that and
went back out on the field. I got up and approached the locker room door.
There were a couple of people standing around, and I wondered if I was going
to get challenged, but one man stepped forward and opened the door for me. I
looked at him as I went by, was he someone from the previous party?

Anyway, the locker room door clanged shut behind me, and I liked to think I
was not going to be able to get out. I found the home team's room and went
inside.

The team was out on the field, and the only occupant was the older woman. I
really needed to learn her name or at least a title, I just called her 'ma'am'
and that seemed to work.

She seemed happy to see me, actually. "Ah, you came. Well, that puts you ahead
of some of these others who seem to think that they can show up or not." Her
voice was flat and hard, and I was a little afraid for those who'd stood her
up.

"Put your clothes over there, then take that bucket and gather up the towels
and put fresh by the lockers."

I did as I was bid and soon I was being directed on various locker room
errands ' while naked. She had me sit and rest in the corner and instructed me
on what I was to do after the game.

Soon enough I heard the team, boisterously coming up the corridor. I moved
into my designated position in front of the bench.

They came shoving and pushing their way in. The team was a rugby sevens squad,
seven to a side and they were proud to play with only one substitute. So it
was eight, powerful, sweat stained, women who crowded around the locker
benches. All were dirty, and I could smell the heat and odor of physical
effort.

They all of course made derisive remarks about me, tinged with affection, like
you would to a little dog. They demanded to know where the other men were, and
were clearly pissed that none but me had showed up.

My job was to kneel in front of each woman and remove her shoes and socks. I'd
give each a quick massage before going on to the next one. Some women seemed
appreciative, others gave me a friendly push with their feet. One or two
called me back for another round of massage. There were cat calls and
suggestions of what else I could massage.

It was so like the gym locker room I used to be in terror of in high school,
and so unlike it. I felt safe in the presence of these Amazons, and I'd never
felt that way in high school.

Gradually they started tossing off their sweaty shirts and I knew I was to
stand up, collect the shirts and put them in the laundry.

Some of the more muscular girls hadn't bothered with sports bras, so they were
now topless. All were glistening with the results of their efforts. Heat rose
from their skin, I could feel it against my own.

As I walked by, one grabbed my dick and pulled me to her, but not violently.
"Give me a rub down ' all over."

I started to work on her rock hard shoulders, my hands hardly making a dent in
her muscles. "Push harder, don't be shy."

I really started to lean on her and she grunted in satisfaction. Sweat was
transferring to my hands.

The next woman called me over demanded I work on her upper arm. Her biceps
were firm and round, I could hardly get my hands around even half of them.

Suddenly, the coach, another middle-aged woman I hadn't seen before, clapped
her hands, and the women all popped up off the bench, stripped off the rest of
their clothes and trooped off to the showers.

The woman I'd been working on, grabbed my dick and walked to the shower, me
trailing behind. I was already hard, and this was making it worse.

In the shower there were eight naked Amazons, all turning and luxuriating in
the steamy shower.

I'd been primed by ma'am, I need my job. I grabbed a bar of soap and started
soaping down the women. I hardly knew which to do first, or how long to spend
on each one.

The voice of the coach cut through my intoxicated focus on the feel of soapy
water on female muscle.

"Really, how many times to I have to tell you! Alicia was the outstanding
player today, she gets the attention of our new manager."

I looked around, which one was Alicia? But one of the Amazons was crooking a
finger at me and I trotted over. She just indicated her body with a flourish
of one hand. I moved to her back side and started soaping her down, rubbing my
hands over every single muscle.

I worked down to her waist and asked her if she wanted her hair done. I got an
appreciative look and she pointed out the shampoo. I gently guided her under
the shower head, getting her hair wet. Then I took a helping of the shampoo
and worked it in her thick hair, massaging her scalp all the while.

I rinsed her off, shampooed her again, rinsed that off and fished around for
some conditioner. She waved me off and told me to keep up with the soap.

I started down her massive thighs, moving my hands gently around her crotch,
looking at her to see what was welcome. "Do it all boy, do it all."

I guided her under the shower head again to rinse off her crotch before I
moved my mouth slowly towards it.

"Don't take your fucking time," she grunted, obviously in need.

With the water cascading down around us, and over us, I licked her. She
started making noises, loud, obscene noises as she rode up to a thunderous
orgasm. I dimly heard the rest of the women wooping at her.

I slipped down farther and started soaping her caves and feet, my face close
to them and the floor. Carefully I rinsed the soap off.

"I want some more!" she shouted. She grabbed me by the mid section, hoisting
me up in the air, upside down. She held me against her stomach with a
painfully firm bear hug. My mouth was right in the right spot and I dropped
the soap and wrapped my hands around her legs for grip and started licking her
again.

To show off she started doing squats with me and I was inches away as her legs
flexed, every muscle moving and rippling. But I was to get an unexpected
treat, for I could feel her mouth wrap around my painfully full cock and we
did a standing sixty-nine in the shower until she exploded again.

She let me down and I fell in a heap on the floor of the shower.

But there was to be one more episode.

Coach yelled, "all girls, let's initiate him as a full fledged member of our
troop!"

The Amazons advanced into the shower forming a ring around me as I was
sprawled on the tiles.

"Hold still!" they cried, and one by one they came forward and urinated over
me. It was an anointing, like balm, like precious ointment, as each stream of
urine came rolling down over my body.

All finished they stepped back and I looked up at them. I felt I really
belonged, I was somewhere where I could be submissive and be of use to women
who were worthy of it.