Xander was no stranger to clichés but even he had to admit that what he'd gotten himself into was a bit much.
In his awfully spacious lounge, he stood in front of the whole football team in the tightest piece of clothing he'd ever worn in his 22 years of life.
The boys staring at Xander where caught between snickering and complete awe.
Xander had always been a pretty boy, hell he was fucking majestic.
He was tall and lean, long legs made of thick hips a beautifully shaped ass and sculptured calves.
His eyes were a bright green, he had plump lips that more than one of his team mates considered very fuckable.
His thick auburn hair was always kept at shoulder length in a bun during games.
He oozed wealth, class and elegance, Xander had no problem with the ladies and he knew if he ever got curious, he wouldn't have a problem with guys either.
He wore a tight black dress that was dangerously short, his hair was pulled up into a pony tail and he had light make up on his beautiful face.
He'd lost a bet, and thus the current situation.
Xander being Xander couldn't help but think about how sexy he looked in that moment, the guy didn't have a shame-filled bone in his body.
It was what drew people in, it's why he was the captain, he just had an aura about him.
He posed while smirking lightly as his teammates attempted to make jabs at him, they took photos and "innocently" groped him.
Everytime someone grabbed his waist, his heart would flutter and heat would pool in his stomach, he didn't completely understand the feeling but he knew that he liked it.
He liked having these men manhandle him.
Was he some sort of pervert? Was this a new discovery he'd made about himself?
Xander was too engrossed in his thoughts to notice how a certain football player looked at him.
If he'd set his eyes at the very back of the room, he would've noticed stormy black eyes staring intently at him.
He would have noticed how they gobbled up his entire body.
Everything blew up and the guys started partying.
They could get girls to come over if they wanted, but Xander was the slut of the day.
They groped him freely now, smacked his ass, forced him onto their laps, pressed themselves against him as they danced.
Obviously the weed, alcohol and other drugs helped everyone loosen up, doing what they were doing to Xander felt forbidden which is why it felt so damn good.
All the while, Xanders mind floated between bliss and fear, fear that he'd get a boner, fear that there was a part of him that liked being manhandled and given no choice.
He refused to drink anything and instead smoked, the high helped him calm down and as the guys filed out eventually, he had his last joint.
His body was relaxed, Xander felt GOOD.
"You seem to have enjoyed yourself."
He was too stoned to he shocked.
It was a lovely high, the type that made every part of your body sensitive and sparkly.
The type that made your dick hard.
He turned around and grimaced when he came face to face with Alex, they did not like each other.
Tall, broad shouldered, he was the biggest guy in the team.
Alex was imposing and sexy as fuck, the thought rang through Xander's mind and a delicious shiver ran down his spine.
"I think that something is wrong with me."
