Jack Grealish

The young Brummie was slowly jogging to rejoin his teammates, slightly behind. The player was quickly becoming the nations son and his hot face was everywhere. What you would give to shove your cock between those lips. If that paper was true...

"Yo, Grealish!" you shouted, "Stop!"

The young player stood in place, at the centre of the tunnel, looking around in confusion. You were nearly convinced, but needed to try one last thing.

"Show us your hole."

He seemed disgusted, but the bloke turned around and pulled down his shorts. He bent over and spread his cheeks, revealing a sweaty arse and, you could just see, a little, pink hole.

"Holy fuck!" you whispered, feeling yourself harden.

Grealish quickly pulled his shorts back up and ran into the tunnel, leaving you in a stunned silence. You turned to the guy behind you, who had seen everything.

"Sorry," you said, getting his attention, "what was Grealish just doing?"

"Just smiling and waving to us all?" the man replied, giving you a confused look.

"He didn't do anything weird?" You asked.

"The only one being weird here is you mate." he responded.

That confirmed it. You had the power to turn any of these players, the entire field if you wanted, into your living sextoys, and the crowd would know no different.