His relationship with Sam.

While he never actually 'cheated' on Sam by sleep with another girl, Chris had certainly come close a number of times. Chris was almost a stereotypical party animal for a football player. He was 'mostly' good when attending one with Sam, minus a couple of out-of-sight antics, but went to far more parties then Sam actually did, and Chris was rather weak to certain temptations.

“Just so bouncy and large, I felt like I had to...” Chris seemed to have very little self-control when away from Sam, flirting and teasing other girls when he did not think it could get back to her, and engaging in more 'hands-on' acts when he felt there was no chance he would be caught, such as a 'boy's night out' at a strip club to 'test' a fake ID, or getting a handy from that raven-haired chick he met over spring break.

Of course, she tried to do some digging on Sam. But besides a string of boyfriends before Chris, Sam seemed somewhat uninteresting, sexually active, but plain. If she had any deep-seated desires, she had clearly not shared them with poor Chris. Alex might need to be direct with Sam to discover if the girl had anything good bottled up to join with the perverts' club.

Or I could just give her something to be into... Alex thought, finding it a bit unfortunate that one of the top cheerleaders was just so... vanilla.

“Alright enough Chris, I wish you would follow me into the next room.”

“Oh, Tiff. Nice!” she heard as Alex walked into the dungeon. Tiffany was glad she was able to get herself ready in time. She had to think hard about what she wanted, and ultimately her fantasies tended to tread on similar ground. She wanted to surrender control to someone else whose whim would control both her pleasure and restrain her will. She wanted someone else to make the decisions while enjoying herself. Ultimately she decided to go for something that would cause her whole body to be subject to the whims of her partner.

She had hooked up four of the restraints herself, chains connected from a pair of bars in the ceiling onto latex restraints that wrapped around her feet, mid-section, and her left lower arm. She was slightly hanging, back still touching a padded mat, unable to secure her remaining arm. The chains connecting to an assembly that consisted of a large pillar built into the floor and ceiling with a large blackened wheel connected to it, turning the wheel would pull on each chain, causing them to lift.

Turning her head towards the entry, she saw a shocked looking Chris and the Creep grinning widely at her.

“I... what is this?” Chris let out, his face going a bit red and a flabbergasted expression upon it.

“Your lucky day!” Alex let out, striding forward to inspect Tiffany's toys. He followed the Creep without even looking towards her, halting as she did next to Tiffany.

“You know... this is actually hotter then I thought it would be,” Alex let out, actually reaching out to give a palming and squeeze to Tiffany's exposed double D's, before grabbing the last restraint. Tiffany gasped at the creeps bold move, feeling herself warm up as the girl did what she wanted to her. She could not believe how straightforward Alex was, or how much it aroused her. We are so twisted! She really did love the attention Alex gave her, hanging out with her never failed to excite Tiffany to no end.

“Let me give you a hand, heh.” She wrapped the latex restraint around Tiffany's right arm and clicked it in.

“I should go...” Chris said from behind them, his face slack-jawed as he stood still, hesitating, as he really wanted to see more while another part of him tried to figure out how this was even happening.

“What's wrong, Chris?” Alex said as she stood up away from Tiffany, walking towards the pillar without even looking at him. “I thought you were some sex-addled horndog who just couldn't resist any kind of erotic display, only able to barely hold himself in the presence of his girlfriend, but otherwise helpless to the allure of any woman who shows a sexual interest in you.”

“What? N-No...”

“I wish you were like that.”

Alex grabbed the wheel with both hands, giving it a wrench, causing Tiffany to yelp as the chains suddenly went taut. Tiffany soon found herself suspended a couple of feet off the ground, her face going red from embarrassment and arousal as she found herself completely exposed to the shifting expression on the football players face. The restraints held her hands completely up, giving no give, and leaving her trapped with no way to get herself free. She squeezed the toy in her bottom again, the muscles feeling a little sore, yet so good.

His face going from shock and outrage to a look of unbridled lust, Chris stared hungrily at Tiffany, the girl breathing a bit faster as she looked over at him, and he found himself stepping forward. His hands undoing his practice gear and dropping them to the floor forgotten as he approached the restrained Cheerleader.

“How do you want it?” He asked, the cautious part of his mind trying to warn him off having sex with one of Sam's best friends, but as usual, his desire outweighed that part of his mind.

“However you want it...” Tiffany replied, “But... could you take out... in my bottom.”

Alex had walked over to the side, leaning towards the two as she eagerly watched, offered a quick wish, “I wish Tiffany's holes were always clean, free of waste, and ready for a pounding.”

“This?” Chris had spotted the black latex between Tiffany's cheeks and, reaching down to it, grasped the base and pulled it out. Tiffany letting out a gasp as the toy made an audible pop after being removed.