Prefer RP heavy, public games. Writing a story about my time here. Check bio to see more.
While pursuing the web for a little 'inspiration' late at night, a strange pop up appeared on my screen. With the promise of pleasure, power, and shame in equal measure, I felt my heart start to beat with trepidation and barely contained desire. Swallowing nervously, I clicked the link and found myself on a site with little more than a simple form to be filled out. Name, Age, Gender, among many more embarrassing and evasive questions; masturbation habits, number of partners, anal experience, and - most worryingly of all - a space for my address.
Name: Annie Ruhnweigh
Address: [REDACTED]
Age: 25
Gender: F
Hair: Dark brown (short)
Eyes: Green-Gray
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5'4
Weight: 138 lbs
Bra size: 36 B
Masturbation Frequency: 3 to 5 times a week
Partners (current): None
Partners (past): Three boyfriends, one girlfriend, a couple hook ups
Anal experience: A little
Reasons for applying: Between partners, bored and horny. Seeking a thrill.
Hesitating for only a moment, I filled in all the fields as accurately as I could bring myself to do and clicked submit. Feeling my heart skipping a beat, I was confused as my browser simply closed itself. Wondering if my submission went through, I didn't even have time to bring up my browser again before a heard a knock on my front door. It's just a coincidence, I told myself even as my jolted in shock. Standing and heading to the door, expecting only to find a neighbor or someone looking for directions, I didn't even notice as a little window popped up my my monitor just as I turned away from it. In pink, calligraphy styled font, a short message read "Application Approved: Pick up team en route."
Opening my door, only by a crack as the chain lock was still seated in it's rest, I saw two large chested men who both were head and shoulders over me looking down to meet my eyes. Speaking my name, they paused just long enough for my hesitant affirmation before one pushed my door open with enough force to cause me to fall over as I heard the brass of the lock's chain snap. Before I could get my bearings back, the other man was above me with a sack in one hand and handcuffs in the other. Both set in place without me having the wits in the moment to resist, I was hoisted over his shoulder as the other man quickly bound my ankles with a pair of zip ties. By the time I was able to fathom everything that had transpired, only seconds had passed but I was already being placed in the back of their transport. Confused, frightened, and bewildered, I didn't dare more once I felt one of the two climb in beside me and place a hand on my shoulder to hold me down, more gently than I expected he might. The engine of the vehicle roared to life and I was on my way to hell knows where.
--- The First Fight ---
[[Feat. - Manman as 'Kel']]
I am not sure how much time passed or how far we went, my mind racing with what ifs and all my meaningful points of reference robbed from me by the sack over my head. The man in the back never once took his hand of my shoulder, but he never climbed atop me attempted anything else as I feared he might. That fact in it self was as confusing to me as all the rest that had happened. I was not from a rich family, and the only money I owed anyone was more college debt than I cared to think about. Why would someone want to kidnap me? It wouldn't be long before I got my answer as the truck or van came to a stop. Hearing one door and shut as the vehicle rocked with the driver's weight being subtracted from it, I then heard footsteps on gravel followed by a sliding door being pulled open. Wordlessly, the man who rode with me latched one between my shoulder and elbow as the driver did the same with my other arm. My wrists still locked behind my back by the cuffs, they managed to use my arms as a point to leverage to hoist me up as my still zip tired feet hanged what must have been nearly a foot off the ground.
I squirmed and shouted, to absolutely no effect, as they both carried me to our destination. Soon, the sound of their footfalls on gravel was replaced by a cooler tapping noise as the surface of the ground became hard pavement or possibly cement. Light bright enough to shine through the tight weave of the sack over my head filled the area as a heard a pair or large doors swing open and the sound of small crowd - no more than a dozen by the sound of it - could be heard hooting and clapping from some short distance above me. For a moment, my blood ran cold with the thought that I was about to be jumped by 10 or more men, only for the bag to be raised from my head, hands uncuffed and feet untied in as rapid succession as they had been bound in the first place. My feet now on the ground, eyes adjusting quickly to the lights, I turned back just in time to see the two men leave just as wordlessly as ever and slam to metal double doors behind them.
Turning once more, I met the eyes of another man, more average in build than my ne'er-do-well chauffeurs but still noticeably better built than the average guy I couldn't help note as he wasted no time pulling off his shirt.
"Ah, finally you are here. I've been waiting," he said with a small grin.
Looking frantically from side to side, realizing now I was in some sort of oval shaped arena, with lights above lighting the stage he and I were on and obscuring all but the silhouettes of the spectators above, I balked. "Wh-where the he- Who were- Who are you and what is going on," I barely managed to get out as numerous questions came to my tongue all at once. He simply furrowed his brow and shrugged.
"What, didn't you read the terms of the invitation?" he asked quizzically. With a small laugh, he continued, "EroFighting? Tease, fuck, fight, make the opponent cum twice? Winner gets cash and gets to take the loser as their whatever-they-want-them-to-be until one of them gets brought in for another fight? Remember yet?"
Frozen in place with my arms raised with my hands at chest height a foot in front of me, my mind raced to recall the pop up, the disclaimer, and the questionnaire. "R-right..." I stammered, realizing slowly that I maybe had more than one beer this evening and maybe didn't read it as carefully as I should have. "S-so wait a minute. Fuck fighting - I mean, EroFights - that wasn't some sort of joke?"
With another laugh, he replied with his arms stretched out at his sides, "What do you think?" For the first time, I looked around the arena itself, noticing the various tables, chairs, and toys strewn about in a seemingly haphazard manner. Swallowing, I just gave a faint laugh though my own more timid smile to meet his own. Walking towards him slowly, he stood still as I approached all while keeping his eyes locked with my own.
"So... this is really, really real? Like, actually gonna do it real?" I awkwardly asked, as my equally awkward smile slowly turned into a far more awkward grin.
His only reply was to say, "How about I give you the first move?" Swallowing the last of my disbelief, I reached one hand out to his chest and traced the line of his chest and abdomen with my fingers while grinning like an idiot all the way to the waist of his pants. Slipping my hand in, it didn't take long to feel just how serious he was about this. "Kel, by the way," he said, finally giving me his name. Quickly giving him my own as I began to tease his dick between my fingers, I set to work. The next moments went by in a blur, as he managed to slip my shorts off with barely any effort, pulled me in close by the crotch of my panties and we continued to assault one another's senses with a parade of teases and caresses until we were but nude.
My grin at what we were doing never faltered, though his smile became more predatory the more I played hard to get. Pushing me down to my knees, he pulled his cock out from his pants and smacked against my cheek twice before tapping it against my lips. Making what he wanted clearly known, I considered for a moment going right for it, but decided otherwise as I felt something rubbery pressing against the side of my leg. Grabbing it, I eyed the object just long enough to realize it was a plastic purple phallus. With as mischievous of a smirk as I imagine I could ever muster, I lifted it up as I leaned back and away from his dick. Picking the toy over the real deal, I lavished it with my tongue as I watched the smile drop off his face for the first time since I met him.
He puckered his lips as his brow furrowed once more and quickly set to work undoing his belt and made short work of pulling his pants down to his ankles. Seeing a golden opportunity, I lept forward and sent him tumbling over. Pushing my new found advantage, I climb atop him and set down on his face and rubbed my moist and still panty clad sex on his lips. With a giggle and a devilish grin, I teased, "So how do you like a little of your own medicine?" Failing to account for the difference in our sizes, I didn't stand a chance as he grabbed my legs and hoisted me up and turned me over and dropped me to the ground in place of a proper response. Stunned and winded by the impact, all I could do was to try to crawl away and put some distance between him and me.
I didn't get far before I felt his fingers catch the band of my panties, using them as a handle to pull me back towards him before quickly yanking them off and forcefully feeding them to me. Finally using his words he spoke straight into my ear and said, "Here, why don't you have a taste as well." Before I could muster a reaction, he had already separated and made his way to a near by table. Turning from him once more, still on my hands and knees and gagged by my own wadded underwear, I once more failed to create any meaningful distance before I heard him speak again. "Oh no you don't, you little slut!" Feeling his hand on my ankle, he pulled my back towards him and quickly showed me what he had gone to grab. Wrists now tied in front of me and spread eagle between two legs of the table, he had used the rope he had just procured to expertly bind me. Starting to sweat, the next thing I felt was him climb atop me and press his eager dick in to me.
It wouldn't be fair of me to claim it was truly non-consensual after all the play we had had up to now and having agreed to play this little game, but he was all the same taking me by force; all I could do was lay there and be fucked and he was more than happy to see it done. Feeling my own pleasure rising, even as I tried to resist it (with what was on the line for me in mind), I tried to match his rhythm and pull away as he thrust forward. Meeting the new challenge head on, he only escalated his pace with a couple grunted laughs. I felt the heat between my legs start to rise and began wondering if becoming his "whatever-he-wanted-me-to-be" - as he so artfully put it -would truly be so bad. Pushing the thought to the side, I realized my own recourse if I wanted any chance at winning now was just to meet him head on and aim to wear him out as he panted and huffed about me. Once more meeting his new pace, but this time pressing up into him to me his thrust, I gyrated my slick lips into him. From the sound of his groaning, I could tell my new tactic was having more than just one effect. Still full of energy, I continued my counter attack even as he bore down back at me with his full weight behind his cock.
Uncertain of who was really winning now, I was dazed momentarily as he unbound my legs and lifted me up off the ground and dropped me down on the very same table he had tied me to. Trying to fuck me once more into submission, the exertion of the lift and new position winded him, as he slowed his thrusts to a crawl with his legs weak from strain. Seeing this is perhaps being my last chance to reclaim the upper hand, I used all the strength I had left to push back against him, toppling him over and causing him to fall back to the ground. Falling with him, his dick still rooted deeply in me, I landed in a straddled position atop him in the most awkward rendition of reverse cowgirl possible. Using the last of my reserve as he tried to catch his breath, I rode him as hard and fast I had ever ridden anyone. Hearing him fail to restrain his groan, both our sodden sexes and sweat drenched skin meeting again and again with audible and sticky slaps, I could feel myself getting ready to faint from exhaustion. Just as I could see the sides of my vision start to fade, I felt his warm seed flood into me as his straining muscles relaxed all at once beneath me.
--- The Cooldown Phase ---
Losing time for the second time in one evening, I awoke in what I could only imagine to be some form of ready room just outside of the arena's ring itself. Stirring slowly, I felt my thighs ache and my entrance sting from the hard fucking that they assured me was more than just a vivid dream. Reaching one hand to my pounding head, happy to see I was no longer bound wrist to wrist, I felt the cool touch of bottled water meet the back of it. Looking up to see my most welcome benefactor, I grabbed the bottle offered from one of the two men standing there.
Instantly recognizing them as my nabbers, I started with a jolt as I met his gaze before calming myself through will alone and took the bottle of water from his hand. Eyeing the two of them in turn as I started to drink greedily, the other man was the first to speak.
"No contest," he said dryly. "They put a complete armature up against last league's rookie-MVP and they call it a no contest after she made him cum." I just continued to drink all while watching them silently and wearily, trying to make as much sense of what he was saying in my mind as I could. The man who offered me the water, the driver, turned away from me to reply to him.
"They both passed out," the man I had started to call Driver in my mind said. "Even if she was winning at the time, the rules are pretty clear about this. Kel only came once, so no one wins." The other man - Rider, I had decided - just scoffed and shook his head before turning to address me.
"Not a bad battle for a first timer, Annie. No purse for the winner or loser for a call off like this, though, so no money in it for you this time," he said in an even tone.
Pulling the water from my mouth, I wiped my lips while replying. "This time? As in... there will be other times?"
"As many as you want," Driver answered with a shrug. "You think the folks watching would only put on this kind of show just once? There is a whole damned league out there, filled with players just like you, coming and going as they please - or their owners please, for those that lose too often, I suppose." That last remark leaving a bit of mark in my mind, I swallowed another chug of water down and pondered whether the idea was piquing to me more in a good way or a bad way. Returning to talking to one another, I was left to think for a moment. Trying to consider the pros and cons in my mind, I considered everything I had just learned.
Chance to make money? Good. Sex with strangers? Good, great even. Being watched by some wealthy perverts while I am potentially humiliated for their amusement? Not so great. The possibility of becoming someone's property? Deciding to put that last possibility to the side for now with a shake of the head, I made my decision for the time being. Looking up to Driver and Rider, I asked:
"So, when is my next match?"
As it turned out, it would be some days before my next match, though neither Driver nor Rider had any solid idea themselves. I tried to probe them for more information about the arena in general, but they were entirely mum on the subject. Dismissing my questions as soon as I could ask them, Rider eventually cut me off entirely to say, "We're your sponsors, and sponsors have contracts - both to the league and to their player. Our contract with you says we bring you here and get you home when its allowed, our contract with them says that is all we are allowed to do or say about any of it at all."
Realizing silence was all I was gonna get from them for the rest of the evening - and suddenly realizing I had been naked and dripping my 'winnings' from Kel since I rejoined the living - I decided to ask them one final and much more trivial question. "Where the hell are my clothes?"
--- Asses to Asses ---
[[Feat. - Kevin]]
A few days had passed since my last match, with no word or sign from the two men who I had named Rider and Driver. On the ride back, they had once again placed a bag over my head and kept me in the windowless back of their ride. Finally getting to see it, only briefly before the bag was pulled over my face, I remarked how in hindsight I should have been able to guess at its appearance. As far as stereotypes go, 'white, unmarked vans' are among the classics.
I still mourned the loss of the panties I ultimately had to toss out upon returning home. As it would turn out, they were never meant to be used as a handle to hoist the full weight on an adult woman off the ground, even if only briefly. I had spent some time going through my wardrobe to decide what I thought would an wouldn't be worth sacrificing, but realized soon enough it was fruitless since I never really knew when the two would come to pick me up again. Settling to just wear something loose fitting and comfortable whenever I was home, I began to put my clothes away as I heard a knock on my door.
My heart jumped in my chest and didn't calm as I approached the door. Sure enough, Rider and Driver were on the other side of the threshold. In no more a span of time than it took me to utter an awkward, "Uh... hey guys," they were on me just like the first night. Cuffs, zip tie, and bag in place, I was the back of their van within seconds of opening the door. The engine turning on once more, I asked the one of the two who was again gently pressing me down into the van's flatbed if this was really necessary a second time. With a laugh, he said I should think of it as a bit of 'VIP' treatment.
Settling in as best I could, we arrived in the arena in more or less the same time it took the first trip. Once more being carried and marched in past the double doors, the two men quickly undid my bindings and left me in the center of the arena as the murmurings of the spectators above began. Looking around, I realized that I was the first to arrive this time. No sooner than I had time to wonder if my opponents came in just as bound as I did, I had my answer. The double doors opened once more and in walked a man. To call it a walk would simultaneously be to not do it justice and too much or a compliment. Saunter or swagger might be better words, but the implied pomp of his gait and the wave he gave the crowd as he turned about and proclaimed his own arrival...
His well pressed pants, dress shirt complete with a few missed buttons towards the top, and relaxed entrance clued me into him being a regular. What I didn't expect was what he said to me as he began to approach. Unbuttoning his own shirt as he approached and I stood still, he spoke. "So, I see you have returned to the arena. Ready for another round?"
My mind went blank for a second before it started racing with the implications. Slack jawed and stammering, I answered his question with more of my own. "Y-you are talking like... you recognize me? A-are we being recorded or were you here for..." I trailed off while thinking back to my first match as I began to feel a bit flushed.
Pulling off his undone shirt and dropping it to the ground with out so much as taking his eyes off me, the man - with his tan and coifed hair - let out another small laugh. "Oh, I have spent a good amount of time up in the stands, but sometimes I really just want to get a little more... hands on than the others."
"A-ah," was I could manage in response. My mind balked as my cheeks went red. Thinking of the spectators as just some wealthy perverts made me a little more at ease about my first match being watched. Realizing now that they were allowed to 'partake'... somehow made everything seem even more surreal and perverse. Realizing, as he was now within feet of me, I didn't have the time to stay dumbfounded for long. Quickly recalling the loose strategy I formulated over the last few days, I swallowed my embarrassment and quickly reached forward and quickly undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down in one fell swoop.
I don't know exactly what I was expecting his reaction to such a straight forward approach to be, but to see his smile become even wider was not it. His cock now free and well on its way to being rigid, he simply stepped out of his discarded trousers and took one more step towards me with a quip. "Oh, straight to the point, are we? I best catch up." His eyes locking with mine as he leaned over me, his hands found the sides of my shirt and he began pulling it up and off of me. Slipping down as he did, I slid my arms out of its sleeves and onto my knees in front of him.
Thinking I could keep the momentum if I kept going, I responded with a quick quip of my own as I reached my had for his bobbing dick. Doing my best to force a grin through my embarrassment, I looked up and met his eyes to say, "I mean, that is why we are here, right?" just be planting my lips on side of his shaft.
Looking down on me with the same smug grin as ever, he responded "Oh, so the rookie has a few moves, hm? Like what you see down there?" Feeling the heat in my face rise and as if my attempts to go on the attack have just been backfiring, I found my self nodding in affirmation. With another smug chuckle, he reached onto the near by table and grabbed something I couldn't yet see. "I thought to save this for after I won, but it seems pretty fitting to give it to you now." Showing me his prize, he wasted no time placing the leather choker wound my neck. Swallowing as he closed the clasp, I could feel the collar push back against my throat.
I felt too flushed to act, and too embarrassed to respond. As I reached up to feel the collar, he started to swivel his hips to one side and back, lightly slapping his cock against my cheek with each motion. The sensation was barely enough force me to regain my self awareness. Catching his cock in my hand again, I started to stroke it with one hand as I undid my bra with the other. I felt like I had already committed to this plan of attack, had little choice but to push, hoping that the site of my bare breasts might serve as enough distraction to let me regain something like the advantage. He chuckled again as he watched me stroke him and undress myself. I could hear it in his tone and see it in his eyes that he thought that this was how it was supposed to go.
I felt shame and embarrassment as I realized I was playing right into his hand. Even more though, I started to feel annoyed. I was annoyed at myself for joining this stupid league, at him for being so damn smug, and at this whole stupid situation. More or less resigning myself to the idea that this game was going to go his way, I felt like I wanted to get at least one surprise attack in before he took full control. As my dominant hand continue to work his shaft, I placed my free hand to the side on his hip. Slowly, I slide my hand to the side and back, creeping my way to rear as he continued to just enjoy my apparent acceptance. With one more motion, I slipped the fingers of my free hand into cleft of his back and slid the down as the sensation milked a small coo from him. Finally coming to my target, with one quick motion I pushed hard and fast and drove my finger into his rear end.
The man's eyes shot wide open, his lips pursing even as let out a low sound somewhere between an utterance of surprise and a moan. Falling to is knees in front of her as he continued to moan in reaction to the sudden intrusion, I pulled back in surprise of my own. My finger free of his rear entrance, I toppled onto my back and scurried back a small bit, my shoes slipping off my feet as I slid. Regaining some of his composure, the man shot forward and grabbed at my shorts. Despite my efforts to kick him off, he managed to get the hold he needed on my pants and panties to slide them off of me. Momentarily more concerned over the loss of another pair of underwear more than for myself, I shouted at him to give them back, pushing him over in the process and falling atop him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my entrance as my full weight now rested on his shaft bent back and pressed against his abdomen.
Still reaching for my stolen underwear, I was oblivious to his counter attack until I felt his hand on my thigh and thumb on my clitoris. My look of surprise got another chuckle from him as she started to roll his thumb against my sensitive bean. I squirmed, trying to get his hand off of me, but only serving to grind against his shaft as did. Put off balance by my own wriggling he effortlessly reversed out positions by rolling to his side, putting me right under him with our sexes still pressed against each other. With a patronizing "Not bad, babe," he smiled as he thrusted into me.
As much as I resent it, I can't deny all the teasing so far had had an affect on me. He was able to enter my ready cunt without any resistance, and there was a small part of me that just wanted to take it. The thought of becoming his "whatever-he-wants-me-to-be" for however many days that entailed was all that kept me from just going with it. As cocky as he was on the stage, I didn't want to even imagine what he would have me do for him behind closed doors. As he fucked me, I started to reach for his rear for the second time of the night. Stretching and straining, the difference in our heights made it no easy task, but I finally managed to reach his sphincter and drove in with just as much force as before.
His reaction was to push forward as fast as he could, nearly knocking the breath out of me in the process. For the briefest of moments, I thought he had just cum as he simply held that position before going slack in the legs. Realizing that getting him to cum that easily was too much to ask for, I simply took the chance to push him off of me and roll to the side, cock popping out me with a slick sound. I hurried to one of the near by tables, which had something I knew I could use against him. What I didn't count on was him to be right on my heels, already recovered from whatever the hell that reaction was. "Find anything fun?" he teased as I felt him plant his hands on my hips. Before I could react, I felt him pull me back as pushed his cock into my entrance once again. Reaching once again, I just barely managed to grab what I was aiming for. Pushing back against him with enough force to completely impale myself on his cock, I also managed to knock him off balance. With another motion, I pulled away from him and out of his grasp. Taking advantage of his off balance stance, I tackled into from behind with all the force I could muster.
As he stood there on hands and knees, tryin to get up, I donned my acquisition: 8" of molded plastic on a soft but roughly textured base, secured to a harness. A strap-on. Quickly getting behind him, breathing heavy from the recent excursion, I pushed forward with all the power I could muster. Finding home, the molded phallus slid in with surprising ease as the textured surface of it's mount rubbed against my own sex. The man simply stayed there, as if he had been rooted in place all while moaning like a beast as I drove in again and again. "Heh, heheheh," I started, realizing the inherent irony and absurdity of the situation. This pompous, arrogant ass, on his knees and moaning like a bitch in heat as I fuck him? It was just too much to contain, and I started laughing even more as I leaned forward and hugged my arms around his trunk as I put more and more of my weight forward. I don't know for sure if it was just the soft and textured surface against my clit or if something just awoke from me in that moment, but it would be a lie to say that I wasn't completely enjoying myself.
Before I knew it, I was panting almost as loudly as he moaned. My pace began to slow as I felt myself losing steam and, ultimately, slipping out of him entirely. Taking the chance to regain my breath, I reached down to try and realign the strap-on with his ass. Unfortunately for me, that was as long as he needed to break whatever spell had come over him. Taking the chance, he lept up and forward and knocked me off of him much as I had done moments ago. Not wanting to risk losing my lead, I tackled forward and we both landed on the ground, my face against his chest. Quickly scrambling, my fingers once again found his hole. Slipping into him, he again tensed and seemingly became spellbound by the anal pleasure. Lowering myself slowly, hoped to add to the stimulation by planting a trail of kisses on his skin as I made my way to his cock and balls, which I similarly kissed and stroked all while maintaining my assault on his ass.
With a groan and what I could only imagine was great effort, he shouted my name. "Ahhhh... Annie! I... need... more!" Feeling his hands on my head, I felt as he drove my face down onto his shaft. Too surprised by his counter, I pulled my fingers from his rear as I tried to escape his clutches, but to no avail. I could feel the head of his cock flare as he pushed it against the entrance of my throat, but he resisted his urge and pulled away. As I stayed put, coughing from the unexpected oral savaging, he quickly got to his feat and grabbed a roll of tape from a near by table. I could hear the characteristic sound of it as he began to pull a long piece with the obvious intent to bind me. As he approached, I quickly knocked the tape from his hands and turned tail to attempt a get away so as to catch my breath. Having learned nothing from my previous attempts, I was just as shocked as ever when he landed atop me, intent on returning the hard fucking I had given him.
His cock plunged in deep and repeated the act again and again as he pulled my short hair and leaned over me to lock lips. Despite how much his personality grated me, if I had only the option to rate him as a person by his kissing alone, I would be left with no choice but to call him incredible. Having to fight my own body's desire for release, I staved off my orgasm. With a pantafive whine, I dropped my hips and caused his dick to slip free. Quickly raising them up again, I caught his cock with my thighs. Doing my best to stimulate him, he groaned as he once again held back is own desire. Grabbing me by the waist, he lifted me up and once again found his way inside of me as he leaned back and held me over him. Capitalizing on my surprise and growing need, he dropped me to the ground and fucked me like a dog while I struggled to find strength left in my arms.
Struggling now, as wave after wave of pleasure threatened to make me cum, I saw a small spot of light in front of me in the form of the roll of tape he previously dropped. As he pulled my hair, I strained against his hold as I could feel my scalp burn and finally hand in my hands the thing I needed to turn this around. As he attempted to chance positions once more, I threw my weight to one side and out of his arms. Quickly tearing a length of tape free, I wrapped it around his legs. As he bent down to get me off, I placed another, and then another. With what strength I had, I managed to topple him in his hobbled state. Though he struggled, I managed to line up with his ass once again, the dildo on the strap-on sinking into its proper place. No sooner did I get it in that I could feel him tensing below me and hear an announcer declaring "Participant Kevin has cum. Advantage: Annie!"
Finding self to spent to be elated and too tired to thrust effectively, Kevin had no trouble at all in knocking me off of him. As I laid there panting and winded, he removed his own bindings and went for the tape. In almost as bad a state as myself, he was silent as he took my wrists and taped them to one another. Flipping me around, he lined up for assault. This time though, he wasn't interested in my pussy. Learning forward and speaking softly, he said, "Lets see how you like it," as he pushed into my rear entrance. I could do nothing but take it as he fucked my ass in retaliation. Feeling my need rising again, I felt a sense of panic and pleasure all at once as - for the first time in either of my matches - my opponent forced me to climax. Tensing and shuddering as he continued to use my hind quarters for his own pleasure, a frigthening mix of entrapment and release flooded my mind and I went lax light wet paper as the announcer informed all present of my shame.
Seemingly losing himself, however, Kevin wasn't done. He continued to fuck me, harder and harder as I had no option in my current state but to let him. He wasn't content with just taking me from behind, though. Pulling out, he moved around me and grabbed my bound hands and lifted up and held them above my head as I sat there still on my knees. I knew what he was planning to do, but was do dazed to offer and resistance as he made for my mouth. With one hard push he was in and with another he had rooted into me. Not even my throat was up to offering its usual resistance and I could feel his testes slap against my chin again and again. I wondered what he would do to me next, too exhauseted and used up to care about winning or losing anymore. Just as I had accepted that there was no way out of it, I felt him flare within me. It took me a second to realize what was happening, but the bitter but not entirely unpleasent taste that began to fill my mouth made it undeniable. He had cum.
My face pressed hard against his groin, my face turned at an uncomfortable angle so as to prevent nose being squished, I began to regain my senses and became aware of his wanton groan announcing his orgasm loud enough to make the offical call perfectly redundant. The small band of spectators cheered and jeered in equal measure as I struggled to breath around the erupting cock lodged against my wind pipe. Letting go of my hands and hand all at once, I fell to my side as Kevin landed on his knees. Panting and doing my best to pick myself up off the ground, I looked to him and saw something that I was not expecting: a smile on his face. Not the smug, overly confident one he had one earlier but rather one of genuine elation.
"I guess that makes me yours until my next match," he said, a bit too happily. My eyes darted to one side as my mind reeled to make sense of his words. Recalling the rules of the arena, I realized what had just happened. He threw. He wanted to lose, to become my whatever-I-wanted-him-to-be until one of us was called back for another match. For a brief second, I couldn't fathom why, though. That was, untill I saw his eyes drfit from my own to the 'weapon' still attachted to my hip.
"Guh, uh, uh..." I started and stammered as my mouth slacked, somehow even then surprised by just how perverted my circumstances had become.
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