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."

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

You looked at her, tilting your head slightly. "The gym? We won't get... visitors?"

She smirks. "Not once you're there. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it. No doubt about that." Her smile isn't entirely trustworthy, and you worry what exactly she means, wondering if you should swap to the next morning, but she'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 Sasha 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 in the gym. 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 gym 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. You walked to a side entrance of the gym, peeking in through the window. Your eyes widened as you realized what you were getting into. It looked like the whole team was there, finishing up practice. You leaned your head against the door for support as you realized what you were here for. Sasha was having you pay up on the **** in front of the whole team... or maybe even serving the whole team? You closed your eyes, breath quickening. You could walk away. You were outside their sight, they'd have no idea how far you'd come. You snap your eyes open, and snap the door open. You weren't turning back now.

The girls all turn as they hear the door open, nods, clapping, and a few catcalls in response to your entrance. You walk forward, Sasha making her way to meet you. "Knew you couldn't resist this. Strip, put your clothes in your bag, and put it over on the bleachers." You stand there for a moment, taken aback by her forwardness. She gives you an annoyed look, and that's enough to get you moving. You unhook your bag, open it up, and start stripping. Sasha stands there, leering at you as you get each piece off. Behind her, you see some of the team watching, all of them starting to strip themselves. You blush, and fumble a bit, but manage to get everything off, leaving you bare from your head to your toes. You do as directed, packing everything into your bag and moving to the bleachers. Sasha grins devilishly, and begins getting rid of her own clothing. By the time you've situated your bag and turn around, you're left with a view of seventeen college girls, all sporting hardons. Guess the rumors were true... jesus that was a lot of cock. The sizes ranged, though only a few even approached your own tiny member. But none of them compared to Sasha. Ripped, B cup muscles, and a foot worth of cock she was idly stroking, her gaze never turning from you. This was going to be a long, hard night. Your cock jumped to attention, making it quite clear how excited you were by the prospect of taking on the whole team.

Sasha laughed, motioning you over with just one finger. "I fucking knew you'd love this shit, I had you pegged as a sissy slut as soon as I saw those cute little panties of yours. Now get over here. Need to get you situated." You place your hands over your crotch, embarrassed by the staring, and make your way back in front of Sasha as another girl places an open duffel bag at her feet. Peeking in, your eyes shoot open wide as you see a variety of restraints and sex toys inside. Sasha reaches in, only pulling out a pair of handcuffs, and spreads them out for you, snapping them a few times, letting the sound of the chain fill your ears. "You're our little toy tonight. So turn around, and hands behind your back." You hesitate, once again, staring at the cuffs. There was no going back once those got on you. Slowly, nervously, you turn, and remove your hands from your cock, crossing them behind your back, breathing getting unsteady. Sasha all but pounced on you, snapping the cuffs on you with no delay. You pull at them, testing the strength while you heard Sasha reaching back down into the bag. The cuffs were well made, and didn't hurt too much, even tugging at them. You guessed the team had a lot of experience with this sort of thing, and knew how to find good materials to work with. You shivered as Sasha pressed her naked body into you, her dick on your back reminding you of her size advantage over you, in more than one way. She reached over your head, showing a black collar with the word SLUT in bright pink lettering. You blushed a deep red as she snapped it onto your neck, and used it to haul you closer to the rest of the team.

As you turned and stumbled closer to them, trying to keep up with Sasha, you realized they'd taken down their volleyball net, but two girls were holding it between them, stretching it out. Your brain slowly processed why that was just as Sasha threw you forward into it, the girls catching your body in the net and wrapping it around you. Your legs were drawn tight, and your cock was aimed through the net holes so it was poking straight out. The girls finished their work, and laid you on the ground, leaving you on the floor. The whole team stood above you, a wide assortment of breasts and dicks hanging above you, laying there with nothing on but some bindings and a new SLUT collar. You squirmed from the attention, and Sasha gave you a smile that sent chills down your spine. "So... how do we break our new toy in?"