Fantasy Football Flop

It may be early in the season, but I've already heard from one friend that his league is a flop. He chose players that are getting injured, and his reserves aren't good enough to win games. So, that inspired this story that comes with some photos of me for every VIP member in the private discord server.

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“Guys, I am not coming out.”

“You have to- we all agreed on the rules.”

“The season just started!”

“Yeah well, it’s a foregone conclusion now- your top starters were Aaron Rodgers, Nick Chubb, and Cooper Kupp. Face it, your season is already over before it really began.”

Leaning against the other side of my bedroom door, I knew that my friends were right. I’d been so optimistic about this year’s Fantasy Football League after finishing second to last the previous season. After the first few games though, all of that enthusiasm was dashed. One after the other, my top choices were injured, and it was as if I’d cursed them. I didn’t even watch the game when Chubb got injured so I wouldn’t jinx him, but it happened anyway. Now, I was facing my forfeit early because of how bad it was going.

These types of forfeits were super common. The last place finisher would have to drink some nasty cocktail during the last game or do some dumb dare, and our league was no different. Last year, Patrick had to do a cannonball into Jason’s pool in February, but we weren’t doing that dare again… not after he almost got frostbite on his toes that he drunkenly didn’t dry off well enough.

So this year, the league headed in a different direction, and as I placed my hand on the doorknob, I realized that I’d rather have frostbitten toes than open the door. Unfortunately, I had no choice- I couldn’t stay in here all night, and my friends wouldn’t leave until I came out. So, I did.

“What the fuck is that?!”

“Oh my god, Connor, how did you find that?”

“Blue really is your color.”

Blue might have been my color, but I was blushing a deep crimson as the flashes announced that I was being photographed from all angles in the embarrassing outfit that had been chosen for me to wear during tonight’s game.

Connor had excitedly given it to me all wrapped up, and he told me to head into my bedroom to unwrap the box and get dressed. I assumed that it would be a t-shirt for my rival team, but it was so much worse. The shirt, if you could even call it that, was skintight with a large gap in the middle tied up with string. It looked like something only the sluttiest go-go boy would wear, and I really wondered where my friend found it. The bottoms were simpler, but no less embarrassing: a blue thong that had the least amount of fabric possible to still be able to legally call itself underwear.

Those were the only two things that I had on right now as the pictures and videos were still continually taken of me.

“Wait, Ian, I really just think this outfit might be too crazy.”

Thank goodness for Mark- he was usually the voice of reason in our friend group.

“Yes, I feel way too exposed in this outfit- you guys might have gone too far with this one.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Grabbing my arm, Mark pulled me out of the hallway and into the brighter light of the living room. “You see- these blues are just too different. They don’t match.”

“Yep, one of these needs to go to look better.”

Before I could even answer or say anything, I felt hands on my waist, and I didn’t even flinch since I assumed that they’d just lift off the ridiculous shirt. I should have been more aware though because they instead grabbed the minimal waistband of my thong and yanked it to the floor.

I didn’t even have time to move before my cock was flopping up into the air, harder than I cared to admit. Humiliated, I tried to cover myself, but two more guys grabbed my arms and held them above my head. I couldn’t do anything as more pictures were taken of me completely naked from the waist down, and I just prayed that they never made it out of the groupchat.

This was going to be the longest season of my life…