They’ve turned the entire springboard platform into a s*x rig.
The tall 3-meter diving board has been unbolted from the pool deck and dragged into the locker room.
They’ve removed the fulcrum, locked the board horizontal, and bolted heavy steel eye-rings along its length.
Four thick bungee cords (the elastic rebound cords used for dry-land training) now stretch from the tip of the board down to floor anchors, turning the whole thing into a giant, violent trampoline.
I see it and my cunt clenches so hard a trickle of last night’s c*m leaks down my thigh.
They strip me the second I step inside.
Jace and Marcus lift me bodily onto the board.
I’m laid on my back along the fiberglass, arms stretched overhead and cuffed to the tip, legs spread eagle and locked to the sides so I’m complete
