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The Bracket: A March Madness Story (Animated Illustrations)
« on: March 16, 2020, 05:05:31 PM »
Warning!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex.  All characters in this story are over 18.  If you do not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Anyone who commits rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right so long as no one is hurt.

The Bracket: A March Madness Story
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"Coach Dzieduszycki, your thoughts on the game?"

"Aw shucks, credit to our opponent.  They were tough and matched up with us really well.  Gosh, we could have used some breaks to go our way."

"B-but Coach, your team won 121 to 53, you're saying your team was lucky??"

"Just sayin' is that Jesus looked after us tonight.  I gotta go and review the tape, thank you!"

"Okay, well there you have it!  Number one seed Puque University has advanced to the finals for the third consecutive year!"



Up in the luxury suite, Aldus McMurtry lazed in his plush leather seat.  Stubbing out the last of his victory cigar, he tapped his fingers together, strategizing his next step towards destiny.  With one more victory in the finals, he will have presided over the most winningest stretch of success at this esteemed university.
 
Sure, he may have sold his soul to get here, he surmised.  Every one of his dealings contradicted the strong traditional upbringing of his youth.  At least that seemed to form the facade of his principled image.  Who could ever look at old Aldus and think things were not on the up and up.

Plus, in this day and age, no one was morally outraged at scandals anymore. 

All that mattered was success, and that was what Aldus brought to the program.  Anybody raising their eyebrows at his methods would eventually look away.  He scanned the room and looked at all the smiling faces.  The provosts, VIPs, and deans approved. The brand was revered, that's all that mattered.  Sports mattered. 

There was nothing else.

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One week later...

When he arrived at the hotel, he paused to luxuriate in everything.  The school spared no expense in accommodations.  This old downtown high-rise had never lost it's ambient old world charm, despite the updated contemporary rooms. The marble floors still shined like they were installed yesterday.

He smiled at the pretty young clerk at the check-in desk.



"Checking in?"

"Why yes!"

"I have your keys already Mr. McMurtry, is there anything else I can do for you?"

"I also need the key to the presidential suite, ummm... Amanda."  It was a great excuse to stare at her nametag, while checking out the enticing bustline underneath that jacket.

Aldus' mind raced at those words.  "What else I can do for you."  He saw her nametag stated she was a trainee.  He'd love to "train" her, so to speak.  The thought lit up his eyes, his perverse smile masked by gentlemanly southern charm he'd practiced over the years.

She quickly coded another key, presenting it with both dainty hands to this VIP guest.

"Thank you, Amanda!"

As Aldus walked away, Amanda silently shook her head, beaming.  She just started here, and already got to check in a team and VIP guest.  She couldn't believe the slight blushing just from the simple transaction with this stately gentleman.  She texted her boyfriend.  He wouldn't believe who she's been checking in today.

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The elevators took forever in this old building.  He frowned when it stopped on the 2nd floor.  The doors slid open. 

And his spirits immediately brightened.

The logo on the tank top was unmistakable.  She was obviously here for the finals tomorrow night.  Aldus was already in the rear of the cab, so she stepped in and turned towards the door.



She knew who he was, but couldn't muster a word.  She wished she wasn't so sweaty and disheveled looking after working hard at the gym.  The great Aldus McMurtry.  He was almost larger than life on campus... the nation even, as the famed athletic director of the university.  The team was a great source of pride.  All the games, watch parties, and camping for tickets... it was all encompassing of Puque life.  It was even exciting just to merely make eye contact with the famous players in class.

As the elevator resumed it's journey, he pretended to stare at his phone.  But instead, discreetly took photos.  The tight short shorts were standard issue of their sororities.  And man, he could imagine those lean toned legs wrapped around his waist.  Or pinned next to her ears!

He snuck a peak at the reflections on the door.  Her lovely rack deformed the logo nicely.  What a gorgeous representative of the student body!  Aldus wondered what it would take.  Surely he could seduce her with courtside passes or a meet and greet with the team.

She got off on her floor first.  Down the hallway she felt a twinge of dirty excitement, knowing such an eminent patriarch was checking her out the entire time.

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The ride continued on.  Getting out, halfway down the corridor, Aldus could smell and hear it.  The party had already started, even before he could open the door.

The booze and weed were already out.  As per tradition, none of it affected their gameplay, they were that talented.

"Hope you boys are stayin' out of trouble!"

"Yo, it's Aldus!!!"
"Aldus! Aldus! Aldus!"
"What are you going to give us for this recruiting class?"
"Is it true?  The tradition??"

"Okay boys, you've heard about this.  And yeah, it's true!  Let's get on with it."

Aldus stepped up to the blank whiteboard that Coach D normally used to scrawl out plays.  With the dry erase marker, he began drawing out a bracket for 16.

"Three each, and I choose the 16th!"

The guys, known as the "Phat Five" began shouting all at the same time.  All freshmen, they were the prized recruiting class that stunned the nation.  Again, it was Aldus orchestrating this heist.  Five out of the top eight five-star all-american 18-year-olds all on the same team.  The other three opted to go professional.

"Whoa boys!  I can't hear you all at the same time.  Why don't we start with positions one through five in order!"

One was point guard Zaquan Foster.  At 6'7" he easily overwhelmed opposing guards with wiry height. There he could easily post up but also had the freakish quickness to penetrate.  He has the patience to work the inside out game and setting up backdoor plays.  Natural leadership and take charge abilities gave him the indisputable assignment to initiate the offense.

Two was shooting guard Ontrel Wheeler.  While not as physically gifted and only 6'3", his calling card was a motor that was non stop.  As their best defensive player, he set the tone on the other end, using his extraordinary stamina to outwork and out-hustle.  As a game wore on, he physically never quit until the opposition would eventually succumb to his will.

Three was small forward Talik Howell.  A bruiser at 6'8", he was built like a tank and intimidated opponents with ferocious physicality.  No one could successfully post on his barrel chested frame.  And as such, there wasn't much finesse or nuance to his offensive game.  However, if there is a clear path, look out, he'll take it strong to the hole.  In fact, the only thing stopping him was his short fuse and predisposition to violence.  As the designated enforcer on the team, any hard fouls or showing up against his teammates usually led to his act of brutal reprisal.  How many times had his teammates needed to restrain him to prevent potential repercussions?  In fact, most of Coach D's in-game responsibilities was to ensure Talik didn't pick up too many technicals, a stat in which he led all of college basketball.

Four was power forward Rakeem Gregory.  At 7'2" he was the embodiment of "stretch" in stretch forward.  With unnatural long limbs, he could get off a shot in unusually tight quarters leaving his opponents defenseless.  But guard him too close, and he'll wind up taking it to the rack.  It could lead to some unusual shot selection at times, but the results are usually spectacular.

Five was center D'Ante Singleton.  Well north of 300 lbs, this 6'9" beast dominates the interior.  Using his physical lower body leverage, he scores at will with powerful inside shots set up from deep penetration.  Nicknamed "Easy D", don't let his slow demeanor fool you.  Expect to pump up the crowds with a big rim rocking finish at any moment.

Each of them named three wishes, ranging from niceties like Porsches, gold chains, and backstage passes. 

It was up to old Aldus to supply number 16, and his answer immediately got everyone's attention.

"You serious?"
"That's tight man..."
"Fuck yeah!"
"Cool cool."
"I gotta admit, I liked what I saw."

The Phat Five voted on each matchup, moving each winning "commodity" through four rounds until there was one winner.  And for the first time, this group was speechless once the "winner" was declared.

"Whaa?"
LOL
"Fuck yeah!"
"Can't wait man!"
"You think you can pull this off old man?"

"I know it with all my heart.  Now you boys win tomorrow, and I'll hold up my end of the deal," Aldus beamed.
« Last Edit: March 16, 2020, 05:10:14 PM by TheYellowKnight »
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Re: The Bracket: A March Madness Story (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #1 on: March 16, 2020, 05:25:13 PM »
Oh, excellent story YK.   You set this one up perfectly. Can't wait to read the rest .

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« Reply #2 on: March 16, 2020, 06:32:14 PM »
i don't know much about sports .. but holy shit those guys are big .. would they even notice tiny 5' 4'' me? it's nicely written too .. a lot of suspence building up .. more than enough that i want to read the next part right away. you earned yourself a merit
my fantasies may be crazy .. but i would never want this to happen to me .. or anyone .. in real life

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« Reply #3 on: March 16, 2020, 09:56:22 PM »
Brilliant setup. Love where you are taking us and the undercurrent depravity of the coach. Really looking forward to this continuing. And as always, great pictures to go with it YK.
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« Reply #4 on: March 17, 2020, 04:35:49 AM »
The only crowd I can think of where I would feel small! ;)

And justme, trust me, no matter how big we get, our eye can always be caught by the right - or wrong - person. 

My own personal kryptonite tends to be petite white girls.  The overwhelming per centage of sexual partners, since my early teens, have been just north of five feet in height.  For such bulls as are described in this story, the right girl is like candy to children - guaranteed to get their attention... and to be consumed!!

All the hallmarks of another YK classic.

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« Reply #5 on: March 17, 2020, 12:09:18 PM »
Loved this story AND.my gosh your illustrations are amazing Mr Yellow guy. :emot_thedrool.gif: A merit from me

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« Reply #6 on: March 17, 2020, 12:18:50 PM »
Well seems your time away hasn't dampened your ability to spin a tale. Love how this was set up and as our resident Doctor has stated your artwork are amazing and add even more depth to the story! Can't wait for the next stage and of course A merit from me is rewarded!

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« Reply #7 on: March 20, 2020, 11:57:55 AM »
It was late at night.  But surprisingly the network mogul had easily convinced Aldus to make the team available for this interview.  They agreed not to further delay.  They wanted to capture the state of emotions of the players... the emotions of ultimate conquest after essentially pillaging the rest of the field.

"You're gonna do super!  Just don't forget your interview checklist, Sweetie."

Stacey gulped, but convinced herself she's got this, and knocked on the door softly with her diminutive hand.



"Good evening!  Welcome Stacy!  Glad you could join us!"

Stacy strode in, trying to exude confidence, looking down at the short stature of Aldus.  He stared right back, eyes disarming her with prestige, mind disrobing her from that elegant form fitting business suit.

"The pleasure is mine Mr. McMurtry.  This is Aaron, he's going to set up the video.  Is Coach Dzieduszycki ready?"

"Coach D has other commitments, unfortunately, as you could imagine."

"oh..."

"But, let's just go ahead and start with the players, Zaquan first."

"Whatever y'all think."

They set up the chairs, two facing each other for Stacy and Zaquan.  Two off on the side for Aaron to film and Aldus to observe.  The other four players crowded behind.

Stacy, as scripted, started with the softball questions.  The responses were predictably canned, but Zaquan began to open up, maybe uncomfortably so with a disturbing gleam in his eye.

"Umm... okay... what do you think was the pivotal moment of the game?"

"Oh, yeah... uhh... I could see things they were spread out wide beginning to open up.  I could uhh use my drive to penetrate deep, stick it in, through the hole for the easy score, yeah."

Stacy chuckled involuntarily.  This was getting weird.  And why was he constantly staring at her chest?  It felt like it was getting hotter in here all of sudden.  Especially with all the lights set up.

"Can I ask YOU something?"

"uhh... okie...," Stacy replied with apprehension.

"I check you out, all game, all the time.  Whacha got going on there?  Gotta be some big ole D cups or something..."

"Wha..."

"Okay, that's enough!," Aaron lowered the camera.

Stacy stood to end the interview.  Her eyes rose up, rising... rising... with fear as Zaquan stood as well, towering over her.

"Oh, I think this interview is just getting started...," replied Aldus.

Aaron tried to get up, but D'Ante easily forced him back down using two meaty paws on his shoulders.

Stacy tried to dash to the door, but was no match for a well tuned athlete.  Pinned against the wall, Zaquan started things off, just as he would on the hardwood.

"So, you're not gonna answer my question?  I guess we're gonna have to find out the hard way."

"W-what are you doing?!? Aaron!!  Help!!!"



The buttons on the silky blouse were no match.  Neither was the lacy bra.  They barely strained his forearms, as Zaquan tore them apart.  The shock and awe overwhelmed the doe eyed sportscaster, who couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeah, I knew it!  Look at them!"

"AAahhhhggg!! Stop! Stop!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

"Zaquan, maybe you need to shut her up..." Aldus replied in his understated southern tone.

He dragged her back, forcing her on knees in front of everyone, knocking the two chairs out of the way.  The sound of the zipper was both exciting or foreboding.

"Yeah!  Let's get started, c'mon take it!"

With two fistfuls of hair at the side of her head, Zaquan guided himself in.  The warmth and wetness enveloped him, delivering an entire realm of decadent pleasure.

It was true.  With his skills, he could easily glance at the opposing defense while eyeing up Stacy's leggy body on the sidelines.  Her pert wholesome beauty stood watching in stark contrast of all the sweaty athletes jockeying in positions.  Every red blooded male that followed sports certainly had hot fantasies about Stacy.  Now he couldn't believe her very lips were wrapped around his shaft.

"Better not stop filmin' bro...," as D'Ante stood menacingly over Aaron's shocked and slumped form.  Powerless to stop any of this, like a bad dream, he reluctantly operated the camera.



"Yeah!  Yeah!  Suck it down, take it all!"

Stacy tried to resist but the strength in his hands scared her so.  There was no getting out of this, so perhaps sucking a little of it would make things end sooner.  She tried, but couldn't quite bring it in, as nothing seemed to be retreating.

In fact, Zaquan was pushing harder.  With one hand in her hair, and other now on the base of his shaft, he braced further.  But there was no more room in her mouth.  Stacy was utterly confused, gagging as this pressure seemed to increase tenfold.

Her arms flailed uselessly, frantically, to no avail.  She could feel every bit of this oblong bluntness, squirming, deeper... deeper.  Certainly, this wasn't possible!  But clearly, there was no choice, as this forced consumption inched down her throat.  

She couldn't think of anything more disgusting than having a man's dirty penis jammed down her gullet.  To think, he had to be like ten years younger.  That disparity, the filthiness of it all, her mind reeled incoherently, what could possibly be worse?  Renouncing God?  

His entire length primed her entrance.  He began to stroke, back and forth, overcoming the initial constriction.  Zaquan eventually worked up speed, to full a full-on full-speed face fuck.

"Aughh... so close!  Do the last one yourself slut!  All the way!"

Stacy felt the hands release as she blinked away the tears.  Last one by herself?  She couldn't possibly!

But she couldn't endure another moment of this.  Her eyes looked up broken, submissive, knowing full well what she had to do.  She slurped down the entire length, feeling every wrinkle and vein fill her mouth and throat.  Her lips struggled to reach the last bit, finally encountering the base of the shaft.  Her nose wrinkled, in disgust, as if digesting an icky possum from the woods.  



His spasms jarred her head, as he shouted and growled.  The shocking musky machismo was on full display, as he felt himself unload.

"Ohhhh!!!  Yeah, fucking bitch!"  Zaguan exalted, feeling the pressure of his balls relieve themselves into the appetizing hottie.

The taste.  The rancid foulness was overwhelming.  There wasn't a single tastebud that could escape the coating of his sticky manlihood.  Oh God... and Aaron, they made him watch everything!  She couldn't bear to look up, not with all the mess in her mouth.

Stacy could barely even start to recover as Ontrel stepped forward.


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« Reply #8 on: March 20, 2020, 12:19:27 PM »
Thank you all for the nice comments!  I definitely miss posting.  Luckily I had much of this already constructed, just need to do quick finished touches.
I've been experimenting a lot with mixed media... almost like pin-up airbrushing collage superimposed on 3D modeling.  I'm curious to see how it all looks, it's still got a lot of room for improvement as I learn more stuff.

i don't know much about sports ..

This story was really more of a satire on the college sports complex... a die hard sports fan will recognize the school name, the machinations, the sports media are all fodder here, it's almost like the erotica is secondary.  But I hope you'll still enjoy!
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« Reply #9 on: March 20, 2020, 12:23:46 PM »
Great to see you back YellowKnight! The drawings and animations are top-notch and I love the story too.
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« Reply #10 on: March 20, 2020, 12:57:20 PM »
WOW your art work has definitely advanced from your early days but it still doesn't over take the scenarios and words of the story, Ingenious getting her cameraman to record her degradation. Wonder when the guys are done will he add to her plight? Of course merit awarded!

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« Reply #11 on: March 20, 2020, 03:40:04 PM »
oh my god .. so cruel .. poor stacey .. and this is just the start. i never understood why women wanted to become sport reporters .. at least not in male sports. men .. especially men who are somewhat famous .. always believe themselves irrisistable .. so this is totally wrong .. but not really surprising. love your illustrations .. very cool. and again .. merit from me
my fantasies may be crazy .. but i would never want this to happen to me .. or anyone .. in real life

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« Reply #12 on: March 20, 2020, 04:33:28 PM »
men .. especially men who are somewhat famous .. always believe themselves irrisistable .. so this is totally wrong ..
Hn...hn...poor thing...nice try...look what women they got...
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« Reply #13 on: March 26, 2020, 01:14:22 AM »
WOW your art work has definitely advanced from your early days but it still doesn't over take the scenarios and words of the story, Ingenious getting her cameraman to record her degradation. Wonder when the guys are done will he add to her plight? Of course merit awarded!

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« Reply #14 on: March 26, 2020, 01:17:26 AM »
oh my god .. so cruel .. poor stacey .. and this is just the start. i never understood why women wanted to become sport reporters .. at least not in male sports. men .. especially men who are somewhat famous .. always believe themselves irrisistable .. so this is totally wrong .. but not really surprising. love your illustrations .. very cool. and again .. merit from me

I don't know why either, given how that environment must be testosterone laden.  I could only imagine the casting couch that must exist for sports reporter openings.
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