You need some time, let history be your out.

You take a deep breath. You don't really want to skip a class if you don't have to, and you'd like some time to gather your nerves. You shake your head. "I have history in a few hours, but I... I'd be available later tonight."

Bryce nods. "Like I said, no problem. Come to the football field at about... ten or so. Should work out great."

You looked at him, tilting your head slightly. "Uh... the uh, football field? Wouldn't that be kind of... you know, exposed?"

He laughs. "Yeah, but nobody will be here late. Well, nobody we don't want around. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it. No doubt about that." His smile isn't entirely trustworthy, and you worry what exactly he means, wondering if you should swap to the next morning, but he's already turned around, starting to walk away. "Be there, or be a star. That's what you wanted, right?"

You stay there, jaw working, but no words coming out, still not sure what you wanted yourself, but Bryce disappears around the corner, and you're left to stand there, silk up your ass, and a worrying date. You start walking home, deciding you needed to lay down a bit and relax from the sudden turn of events, only realizing once you're almost off campus that you still hadn't fixed your wedgie, as a stumble reveals. Well, you couldn't be blamed for missing that, could you? You make it home, dropping your bag and face planting onto your bed, finally able to fix your panties , mind reeling. The video was replaying in your head, along with visions of what could possibly happen on the field. You sigh, burying your face in your pillow, before rolling out of bed, deciding to kill a few hours on your computer. You're able to distract yourself somewhat, but your excitement and nerves both build heavily.

The hours pass, and you find yourself back on campus, muddling through your History class. Thankfully not much of import goes on this particular day, which is good for your distracted brain. It passes without incident, as do the hours leading up to ten, leaving you walking to the football field alone. It was dark out, though thankfully not pitch black. You might've lost your nerve! But no, there was enough light to see where you were going, and as you got in view of the football field you saw exactly what you were walking into. You were pretty sure it was the whole team, illuminated by some powerful field lights. Fuck that was a lot of guys. Some of them had their gear on, and you guessed you were walking in on the end of practice. You falter, coming to a stop. Were you going to be paying up in front of the whole team? Or... oh fuck, you'd be servicing the whole team, wouldn't you? You were in between some lights, and you weren't visible, you didn't think. You could probably just walk away. They'd never know you were so close, right? You take a deep breath, and start walking again. You would only be nervous until it started. Probably.

As you drew closer, some of the light fell on you, and the team started to notice you, some of them nudging others. Bryce walked up, another grin plastered on his face. "Well well well, man of the hour is right on time! Bet you had trouble waiting, didn't you?" You nod and cross your arms tight, the stares of the team making you feel self-conscious. "Aww, don't be shy. the team loves you!" Some bulges are already starting to show across the team, and you realize just how right Bryce is. And how long this night is going to be.

He steps beside you, putting an arm behind you, gently pushing you forward. The group closes in around you, and you're swallowed by grasping hands. Your bag is taken first, passed into the back and presumably placed aside. Your ass is immediately grabbed, and someone reaches their hand into your clothes to grab your dick, stroking it. Hands slip under your hoodie, sliding up your chest, teasing your nipples. As that happens, your arms are raised, letting your hoodie get pulled off. Someone grips your cheek, turning your head and pulling you into a kiss. Your jeans are slipped down, not even having noticed the button coming undone, and your ass starts getting slapped a few times, in addition to the groping and rubbing. The hand stroking your cock reaches down to your balls, giving them a very, very gentle squeeze, before slipping your silk panties down. You're lifted slightly, pulled away from some of the stimulation, though you're still a panting, moaning, squirming mess. Two of the players work to spread your legs in the air, with your shoes and socks being removed. A few pinches and tickles are thrown at your bare feet, drawing a lusty giggle out of you, and someone even rubs their cock against one, clearly having their own agenda. Your clothes all disappear, headed in the same direction as your bag, and you're held there a minute, legs spread, hands till roaming your body. You're slowly set back on your feet, fully naked, feeling the grass between your toes. You're swatted on the ass, and pushed forward, towards a parting in the group, leading to the center of the field.

A few articles of clothing lie there, illuminated by the floodlights. You take a few steps forward, aware that the group would totally be staring at your ass, but resist the urge to cover up. As you got closer, you realized exactly what you were looking at. It was a cheerleader outfit, with the mascot of the school on it. A bunny, Stomper. Of course, to go with the uniform, there were some black bunny ears attached to a headband. You didn't see any socks or shoes. Apparently the guys liked bare legs, or just figured you'd be on your knees so much that leg coverings would just get dirty. You doubted they cared about that one though. You bent over, mooning the team, a few whistles and catcalls coming out, and sneaking a quick glance back, you saw the full team stripping down, some just removing their pants, some going for their shirts too. You focused back on your own clothes, snapping the ears on, and picking up the shirt. As you unfolded it, you saw it definitely wasn't the normal uniform for the team. It was brown and black, with a big brown bunny in the center, sure, but it showed off most of your midriff, coming down just under your nipples. The arms came all the way down to your wrists, as if to mock how short the torso section was. You picked up the skirt, pulling it on up, expecting it to be just a skanky, and you're not disappointed. Tightening it up, it barely covers a quarter of your ass, and your genitals would already mostly be on display even if you weren't hard. And dear lord you were hard. You put your hands behind your back, twirling around, looking back at the team.

You were dressed up in an even sexier version of a cheerleading outfit, no panties on, ass basically out, dick hard and lifting the skirt that was supposed to cover it, and staring at a whole team of guys with their dicks out. Some were stroking, most were staring unashamedly, and everyone was hard. You were surprised to see Bryce wasn't even the biggest on the team. He had a solid nine inches, to be sure, and most were definitely under that, no mistake. But a couple of the guys were absolutely monsters, thick and almost a foot long. You drank it all in. Yep. This was one of those fantasies you had had.

Bryce calls out to his team. "Alright, you know the plan. Let's get started!"