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Before John's very eyes, the Bub's appearance changed, his t-shirt shrinking into a cute black crop top bearing a cumstain or two, his body language becoming more deferential and submissive.

The boys grew louder, as they cheered for one among their number. Clearly they had decided he was the man of the match and deserved to be fêted by the whole team.

"C'mon then," the smug-looking MVP said. "Pass the Bub down here."

John's eyes are glued to the scene as the Bub is bodily lifted - with a facial expression halfway between trepidation and confidence - and passed from teammate to teammate, each of them sneaking in a caress, smack or pinch. Somewhere along the way, his shorts were tugged off, revealing two soft, shaven buttocks - buttocks that were soon in direct contact with the MVP's groin.

"Fuck if I wouldn't prefer a girl right now," growled the jock. "But a Bub's a Bub, eh? C'mon, you sonovabitch - gimme a lap dance to write home about."

For the first time, the Bub is facing forward, as he gyrates on his teammate's lap, giving John a clear view of him from the front. A dark-skinned young man with an afro and no facial hair, dimpled cheeks and stunning white teeth - teeth biting the corner of his lower lip in a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Around his neck is a choker with a locket in the shape of a peach emoji gangling from it. The crop top obscures his upper torso but reveals a pierced navel and a soft, slightly chubby belly. Further down is the front of a slim thong from the side of which escapes a slender, aroused cock.

"Nuh-uh," says another of his teammates. "Let's put that useless shit away, and make sure it doesn't show up again, shall we? The point of having a Bub on the team - " and at this point he reaches around to smack those cheeks loudly " - is ass." As he tucks away the cock and notices John staring, he apologises.

"Sorry, man, new Bub. We haven't even gotten him sized for his plug yet, yet alone gotten that cock caged up. But he'll soon be a perfect cum-covered team dumptruck, eh? Like those girls on Instagram!"

John attempts to disguise his shock and horniness with an appropriately - if anything could be said to be appropriate - understanding expression, nodding at the team member. His eyes are drawn again to the Bub, grinding against one teammate's cock while sucking in parallel on the fingers of another. With a sudden burst of confidence he says, "He seems to be doing good work so far, I'd say. You guys should definitely jizz up that face though - what's the point of having a Bub otherwise?"

They laugh in agreement, and John watches as they pull the Bub's face into their crotches one by one. Struck by a thought, he opens his phone again to check out the "girls on Instagram."

As he does so, his phone beeps with a new notification - a message from his best friend.