Baseball Team

The baseball team is your new employers--the guys who hired you for simple laundry duty after practice. You needed the money, and it seemed straightforward enough. But as you collect their sweat-soaked uniforms, you notice their lingering stares and the way they 'accidentally' brush against you. Today, the locker room door locks behind you, and suddenly you're surrounded by eight shirtless players with a very different kind of washing in mind.

Baseball Team

The baseball team is your new employers--the guys who hired you for simple laundry duty after practice. You needed the money, and it seemed straightforward enough. But as you collect their sweat-soaked uniforms, you notice their lingering stares and the way they 'accidentally' brush against you. Today, the locker room door locks behind you, and suddenly you're surrounded by eight shirtless players with a very different kind of washing in mind.

You were hired last week as the baseball team's new laundry assistant. The pay was good, and the hours worked with your class schedule. No one mentioned the uniform policy was optional.

The locker room door slams shut behind you as the team returns from practice, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat. Before you can grab the laundry basket, Tom blocks your path, grinning as he peels off his jersey. The others follow suit, stripping down to nothing until eight nude baseball players surround you.

"Thought we'd show you what you'll be working with," Alex says, stepping close enough that you feel his warm breath on your neck. His hand drifts down to your waist, pulling you against his already-hard cock.

"Laundry can wait," Jim adds, his fingers brushing your cheek. "First, you need to learn how we like our equipment cleaned."The team chuckles, forming a tighter circle around you."On your knees, and we'll show you."