Chapter 2
"I thought football season ended in January?" I ask, perched on the edge of my bed watching Josh get ready for his big game tonight.
"It did," Josh says with a shrug and a smile, flashing me an obliging look while putting a water bottle into his bag. "This is just an exhibition game. Something fun before graduation, you know?"
Well, I know now.
To be honest, I've never been much of a sports guy. I'd much rather spend my time with my nose in a book or my ass planted in front of a computer screen. And if I'm going to chase after balls...well...I'd much rather it be the real thing.
"That's cool," I say while checking my phone. "I hope you win tonight."
Sir hasn't tried to call me back. Or even sent a text. I try not to be disappointed, but I'm already jittery with anticipation.
And I'm still horny.
"You don't got to hope for it." Josh's smile breaks into a grin as he walks over to our dresser and pulls out...oh. The panties. Cute and lacy and all the things a boy like me shouldn't want to wear. "You're going to help us win tonight. Put these on."
Josh balls up the panties and lobs them in my direction. To my embarrassment, I fumble the catch and drop the pretty underwear to the floor. That's when I notice the color...I've never worn these for Josh before. They're not the pale blue ones he usually has me wear for him.
These must be new.
I pinch the delicate fabric between my fingers. These panties aren't just pink. They're pink pink.
"How does me wearing this help the team?" I ask with a doubtful frown.
"You in those panties is good luck for me and Mason," Josh says, putting his hands on his hips. "It's a sports superstition thing. Anyway, put them on."
Josh leans back against his desk, gripping the wooden edge as he watches me with heated eyes. Oh. He wants a show. I swallow hard and stand up, undoing the button and fly of my jeans. No matter how many times I undress for another guy, I still get nervous.
Heat blooms across my face as I shove everything down to the floor. My hole is still desperately empty and lightly loosened from fingering myself in the library bathroom. I'm half-hard by the time I pull up the lacy pink panties. My trapped erection strains against the flimsy fabric.
Josh has been watching me. Not so discreetly rubbing himself as I put the panties on. He loves when I wear those, and so does his best friend, Mason. They fuck me extra hard and fast when I'm a little dolled up for them.
Maybe...maybe that'll be tonight's surprise. Maybe Sir has told Josh it's okay to have another threesome.
"Shit," Josh hisses as he pulls his hand away from his dick. "Dude, I want to fuck you so bad right now, but I can't. Got to save up all this energy for the game."
I stand there in the middle of our room, nodding my head.
I reach down for my jeans and pull them back on, kicking my far-less suggestive briefs underneath my bed.
They're dirty from tonight's degradation in the library.
I'll do laundry later. For now, all I plan on doing is watching some TV shows to unwind and maybe sneaking in a bit more study time before bed.
Josh turns back to his bag and shoves a few more things in it before opening our closet. He pulls out a gray sweater. Holding it in one hand, he walks over and offers it to me.
My phone buzzes with a new text message, but I'm distracted by why Josh is trying to give me his sweater. "Here, take this. It's supposed to rain tonight, and might get chilly."
"Oh, thanks," I say, accepting the sweater, "but I'm not going out."
"Dude, yeah you are," Josh's grin is bright and excited. "I got a call from your Dom. He wants you at the game tonight...and afterward, I'll introduce you to the team."
With wide eyes, I scramble to check my phone.
Sir
Josh is taking you out tonight.
Sir
Be a good boy and do as you’re told.
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The game hasn't even started, but the air is electric with excitement from the crowd.
..and the possibility of an early summer storm.
I shiver at the nip of cold from the wind, grateful to be wearing Josh's sweater underneath a jacket with a hood.
It feels extra soft against my skin. And expensive. It must be cashmere or something.
The entire campus has shown up for the game. The stands are a sea of red, white, and black. Our university colors. The team mascot, a big crimson-furred Grizzly bear, is out on the field, playing up the energy from the stands.
Josh puts his hand on my shoulder and leads me down the players tunnel. Mason is there waiting for us. He's built the same as Josh. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline and a smart haircut cut close to his scalp. Mason shoots me a quick smile, but doesn't address me directly.
"Is he wearing the...?" Mason's voice trails off.
"He sure is," Josh answers for me.
Mason looks relieved, and Josh squeezes my shoulder. "We'll meet you here after the game, okay?"
"Okay," I nod. The whole thing isn't really my typical scene, but I have to admit I'm excited to meet the rest of the team.
I trudge back through the tunnel and hurry into the grandstands.
I only make it one step up before a flurry of waves from a group of young women decked out in our school colors draws me over to them.
They call out my name.
My real name. Not Pretty Boy.
It's been so long since somebody called me that. I almost don't know how to respond. I blink, feeling numb as I go to see what they want from me.
"Come sit with us!" She's patting the empty space next to her. I awkwardly join their row, taking the seat she's made for me. "Mason and Josh told us about you. You're all in a study group together, yeah?"
Sure, yeah. If Josh and Mason tag-teaming me in-between their study breaks counts as studying. "Um, yeah."
They know about me, but I have to admit I don't recognize them. Not really. I think I might have seen one or two of them on Josh's social media. He's always posting pictures of the campus parties he goes to.
"Sorry, have we met before" I ask.
"We had a class together last year," she says with a perfect pink smile. I vaguely remember her. I take a moment, but looking at her eventually triggers a fleshed out memory.
"Emma, right?"
"Right," she confirms with another smile and introduces me to the rest of the group. They look like the archetype of every popular girl that used to make fun of me in high school, but they're nice and welcoming. One of them even shares some popcorn with me.
These must be the girls who aren't really Mason and Josh's girlfriends. More like friends they hook up with, I guess.
"Have you really never been to a game before?" Emma asks.
"Never," I admit.
"That's okay," she says with an airy laugh, "just cheer or boo when I do."
As I sit there in the middle of all these pretty faces, I realize the pair of hot pink panties I'm wearing must belong to one of them.