The Hung Games Pt. 06

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I was the lucky one of the four of us, my fight was first and early enough compared to the others I'd be able to watch all of them after I was done. It was me, then I'd be able to rush over and see "Sable" fight, followed by his sister and finally my brother. It's funny that no matter how many fuckfights you do, the thrill of being a spectator never leaves, the voyeur in us all, I suppose.

And speaking of voyeurism, I could have watched my opponent swagger around all day. He was unbelievably hot, short straight hair that was light in color with serious-looking grey eyes, he stood tall at maybe 6'5" and had long lean muscles that popped out from his frame in exciting ways. His arms were huge and his legs like sturdy columns that supported the perfectly sculpted eight-pack of muscle above. Between those dangled the most impressive features, a swinging thick cock that hung lower than dad's or Coach Ronald's ever had, while it would not be the biggest I'd ever seen between Joseph and Lucas, it was about to be the biggest I'd ever fucked.

"Brendon Steele," he growled as he shook my hand firmly in the center of the mattress.

"The girl who's gonna beat you," I politely returned. He just gave a sneering smirk, like he knew something I didn't. The coin flip was to him, and to my surprise he elected to suck my tits.

"I've been staring at these all day-suckers since day one, bitch, figured I'd treat myself."

And treat himself he did! He squeezed and sucked my second bases lewdly, slurping for all he was worth, slathering wetly all over them, leaving great red circles wherever his mouth parted from my flesh with a loud POP. There was something frighteningly dominating about the way he attacked my humongous knockers, he wasn't worshipping my tits somehow, he was using them, getting himself off with his sucks and licks and gentle bites. It's all in the attitude.

When it was my turn to pick I wanted no more foreplay at this level and shifted it into the oral, I decided I would suck this guy off quick as possible and be done with him. I knelt on the bed, hand wrapping around the base of him, jerking slowly, amazed at how his girth kept my fingers from meeting as I aimed the big head of this fourteen-inch member for my lips. I gently slurped him in and he bucked his hips, giving my gag-reflex a short sharp stab. I choked and pulled off, tits heaving long enough for me to gulp down some air, then I made a second attempt, he let me suck a little more sensuously this time before giving me the same gag-ramming treatment.

It was still my turn, he wasn't technically allowed to control what happened her fully, but I was starting to worry about what would happen when he did, this asshole was clearly not just indifferent to my pleasure, but contemptuous of it.

He wouldn't be working to get me off the most times or make me pass out from enjoyment, he just wanted to make the experience as unpleasant as possible so I'd want to tap out, and even worse, he'd be getting off on it the whole time. My brother is an arrogant, dominating dick at times, but he's not a sadist. Not wanting to give him more ammunition I dropped from his dick proper and used the rest of my oral round to lick his balls.

Rest assured, these were the dryest, least enthusiastic licks I could muster, I didn't want him to get the idea that I had any affection for these lime-sized meat-nuggets. Even then, he working his hips to rub them in my face a bit, and danced his huge dick to swat and bounce off my forhead. They weren't punishing as far as dick-slaps went, but I did feel a little humiliated that he was still managing to dominate this situation on at least some level.

All too soon the ref called for change and he was grabbing my head. I knew what would come next and braced myself as I he shoved his dick down my throat. He was an utter savage, pounding half his dick in and out of my throat, angling up so that rather then going down my gullet, each of his dick punched knocked my head back a bit. He fed in another couple of inches to punish a new spot and then sawed and pounded away, cock-blasting my inner recesses so hard that I back-coughed out wads of juice with each one.

"Come on..." he growled in my ear as his hands moved to cruelly pinch my nose shut, a totally illegal maneuver, "Come on, gimmie yer puke you big tittied bitch, you can't handle what I'm giving you. The sooner you admit it and surrender the sooner you can go home."

I glared up at him with defiance, showing I wasn't afraid or willing to surrender. The ref came over and motioned for Steele to ease off, he'd be penalized round time or whole rounds if he kept that shit up.

Letting me breathe through my nose again he redoubled his efforts, knocking my head back and forth, picking up speed to his fuckstrokes faster and faster,

"GLUCK...GULG...GWUK...GGHAGGHG...GULKA...GWEK...GLUKGLORKGLUGGLKGLKGLKGLK!" the sounds he was making in my throat with his tremendous tool got louder and louder, my stomach growing closer to reversing itself at any moment, my eyes couldn't focus on anything and the world just became a messy mosaic of tears and his blurring hips and the ref coming over to offer me relief.

The ref! I barely got my hand up in the window of time to indicate my desire for change, but I just made up. Brendon released my head with a disgusted sneer, I got the sense that he won most of his fights at this stage, but I'd bucked the trend. That didn't stop him from grabbing the base of his dick as I get my mouth free from it and giving me one hell of a cockslap upside the head. The ref moved in and resorted to speech, that almost never happened.

"That's it, Steele, you've lost the next choice. Jasmine Carter will pick the next two rounds worth of action. Take it away, Miss." I was eleated to be given more of a chance, but it took me a long moment to decide how to approach this. There was no position that he wasn't going to use to take complete advantage of me, it didn't matter what orifice I stuck it in or how I used my body, he'd always be using it moreso.

Then it hit me, my mind flashed to that day of tryouts on the field, of Imelda and her incredible handjobs, there was a woman who stayed in command. I wrapped both my mitts around his glistening, slobbery weapon and began to jerk him for all I was worth. It was an angry hand-job to be sure, and one that filled his view with my dancing tits, the huge girls dancing a bit apart from one another with every full-armed jack of his cock. Sometimes they slapped together obscenely, and at others bounced high enough to reward his dangling wet balls with a little soft warm flesh.

I was definitely having some effect, he looked demoralized and angry, unable to do anything legal in this position to stop me from simply wanking away, he couldn't resort to more illegal moves either, the ref was watching closely and he'd simply be forfeiting the fight if he so much as blinked at me funny. But there was a problem... even though I was managing to pleasure him in a way that robbed him of agency, I wasn't really getting him off. He needed to be inflicting pain or humiliating me to have any chance of ejaculating, that much was clear.

Time called on my round, but we rolled right into my freebie, and I used it brilliantly. Looking up at his face I seized his cock and SMACKED myself with it, it hurt and I was seeing stars as I came back around, using his dick to brutally bludgeon myself with it again. I could tell it was working as his balls tightened and I continued to cock-flog myself, knocking Steele's steel-hard shaft against my face from every angle I could manage, I felt worried my retinas were going to detach some of the hits were so stinging, but I was in full control so it was fine.

Next I laid into my own tits, treating my poor boobs like a pair of tee-balls and his cock like a Louisville slugger, and while that collision did not go well for my breasts, it only took a few hits to my now-throbbing girls to make him spew out his load. As though in slow-mo, I watched that first shot arc out in an impressively long rope. Any other man would have gotten the joy of seeing it splash against my face, but I just dodged, continuing to milk his cock aimed past me so that every drop of his precious seed spilled onto the mattress, he wouldn't get to see me wearing his load.

He was finished. Not only had I robbed him of control by making him get off against his will, but I'd deprived him of the pleasure he'd have gotten from the result. It wasn't that I didn't think he was a virile enough specimen to get it up again, nor that on some level I shouldn't be under-estimating him, but rather that I'd seen him operate long enough, even in this short time to understand exactly what made him tick.

True to my expectation he tugged at his now-limp dong with desperation, then angrily swatted it against my already stinging face some more, but with the calm, dead-eyed expression I looked up at him with, letting him know just how underwhelming I found him, he could only flog at my face with increasing desperation, all to no avail.

The one-minute window past and he just kept on dick-slapping me. I no longer found it painful or intimidating, just funny, his wet noodle was nothing compared to the full-on jaw-breaking slaps I'd been giving myself with his hard rod. He was over two minutes by the time security had come to my aid, he was dragged bodily away thrashing in frustration. Brendon Steele got a life-time ban from the games. I didn't need to give this opponent a humiliating taunt goodbye, he had already completely humiliated himself.

I ran over to catch Joseph's fight, I'd made such short work of my opponent I realized I'd run too soon and was able to pause for a shower (not to mention a couple of painkillers) and then find a good seat in the athlete's section to spectate from. Joseph arrived first, his attitude was incredibly relaxed and even a little silly, he grabbed his mammoth cock by the root and twirled it like a helicopter to the cheers and laughter of the crowd, show-boating for them with bravado.

He dropped his cock, and his jaw when his opponent made her way in. Her name was Amanda Suretriumph, and that the latter wasn't a stage name but her birth-right was almost as extraordinary as her massive bust. Her tits had a very interesting and enticing shape to them, firm to an otherworldly dgree yet set very low on her chest, it made them seem somehow riper and more matronly somehow. Their size was impressive too, not quite me or Desiree's caliber, but huge and with a very narrow ribcage she was likely at least an F or G cup.

I realized with a blush that I'd focused so much on her tits it's like the rest of her wasn't even there! She had lovely full lips, a delicious lightly cinnamon tone to her skin, long black hair that framed the best parts of her torso, and above all she was just amazingly thin. She didn't look starved mind you, for one thing her impressive 6'2" height made short work of the notion she'd starved herself, but it also wasn't like her ribs were showing, she just had unbelievably fine bones despite her lush curves. She looked alien, but like an alien built to be desired by men.

I looked away for a moment and missed the coin-flip, but whoever had won selected some nice making out to start. It was a mutual display, loving, and even though this would be the first place she and Joseph had ever met or made love, the way they kissed it was like they knew one another, valued one another, and wanted to treat the other with tender care. It could not have been more different than my fight with Brendan if it were coreographed to be. I glanced back a few rows to where Desiree was seated and couldn't help but smirk at her gloomy expression. It was clear that while I watched this soul-kissing session with arousal and interest, she was only seeing some slut stealing her man.

I wondered how different my life would have been if I'd similarly imprinted on my brother. In some ways, of course, I had. You can't just ignore a sibling who is the most manly specimen of masculinity you're ever going to meet, but that doesn't mean you have to fuck him. In fact, I think I'd done myself a huge favor by choosing not to requite my lust for Lucas, Desiree had given herself an unexceedable standard with Joseph, a bar which no other man would ever clear. I'd played the field, had boyfriends and girlfriends and gotten to really enjoy the fuck-fights I'd been in thus far. Desiree was just bitter, stewing in her own juices that leaked for just one man: her brother.

The action had moved on by the time I shook off from my little self-reflection,

Joseph was giving it to Amanda doggy-style, really railing her with his epic fifteen-inch length, but she took it like a champ, tossing her head this way and that, turning over shoulder to shout lust at him as he doubled and redoubled his efforts. One hand he tangled in her hair, rocking her around as he saw fit as the other meaty paw scooped up those tantalizing tits, milking at them like a pair of dangling udders, and even from all the way up in the stands I could hear the wet *smack* of his big balls caroming off of her cunt-lips.

They went at it hard, each selecting their way through many positions, some I'd never even seen before. What was fascinating about the way they fucked was that regardless of who was on top at any given moment, regardless of whether the position was designed for male or female advantage, the pair of them always seemed to be putting in equal effort. By the sixth or seventh round, they were both just absolutely drenched in sweat, two titans of the game unwilling to give up any ground to the other.

I thought Joseph was done for at one point when she attacked him with a titfuck even I could have learned some new things from, though some of that was due to the unusual set of her tits on her chest. During that you could see his face getting lost in the sheer bliss he was experiencing in the midst of this mouth-watering boob-bang, and when she bent to suck the first six inches or so of his powerful prong into her mouth while still melon-wanking away he gave a grunting cry of release, spewing so much cum that you could see the blasting streamers squirt from her nose in grotesque overload.

But he wasn't finished by a long shot. While she was still sputtering a bit he seized the initiative and swiftly fucked himself back to full hardness in her throat, she was impressively gifted in that regard, at one point he brutally thrust the whole way inside of her until his nuts swatted her cheeks, and while her discomfort was clear after he'd withdrawn the glistening length with an audible, ghastly *SCHHHLOOORK!* she just calmly smiled up at him. He shook his head in a mixture of respect and disbelief before positioning her in the wheelbarrow position, totally despriving her of the ability to fuck back, making her concentrate on supporting her upper body while he put her cunt through a deeply impaled hell.

She was given the chance to change and switched things up for a violent reverse cowgirl, bucking her rounded ass in full-view for him as she used his balls like saddle-holds and flailed away on him. Never before had I seen someone named "Sable" so used like one, and for his part he fought back with fuck-thrusts so deep she squirted all over the place, tits clapping around like jell-o shots in a cement-mixer.

Finally Joseph put an end to it by using her end. He stood and made the signal for a position I'd never seen attempted in competition before. It's called "The Catherine Wheel" (I don't know why) and to make it work she wrapped both her legs around her torso, sort of settign on him while he leaned back on one arm, curling one leg around her to hold her in position. Traditionally, this position is vaginal, but Joseph had his own little scheme for it and slid his massive cock into her ass instead. Of course most guys relying on anal in fuck-fighting are doing it to engender discomfort, fear or just all-out selfishness as they blow away.

Not Joseph, he used his cock here slowly, methodically, letting her accomodate, getting her to clearly enjoy the sensation, then he kicked it up a notch by using the close proximity of the Catherine to attack her unprotected cunt. His thumb toyed with her clit like a joy-stick button while he hooked two fingers inside to toy with her G-spot. Between the pistoning cock in her ass, the stroking thumb, the banging fingers there was nowhere for her sensations to run to safety, she was a spraying, cumming mess in mere minutes, and Joseph kept the pressure right on going, not letting her free.

I don't know if the round would have lasted long or not, because in the end she didn't, with a gasp from the crowd Amanda Suretriumph fell sideways, tumbling from the bed completely unconcious in a state of petit mort. Joseph was fast, and like the class-act he was, he caught her in one of his powerful arms, hauling her knocked-out body to the bed. He placed a single, gentle kiss on her forhead, covered her with the blanket, and strode from the arena with his head held high and his dick swinging low.

Desiree had left too early to see her brother's triumph, but whether that was to move to the next arena chamber for her fight or because she was so jealous of watching him go out of his way to pleasure his opponent I couldn't say. She was long gone by the time I turned to leave anyway, still daydreaming a bit about Joseph. I had to admit, while my brother might be a raw force of nature, made of pure sex, sure to bowl-over any girl lucky enough to fuck him, Joseph was a goddamned artist. It was going to be interesting to see how Dez fucked. Would her life with Joseph slow her down since he did such great work? Or had their time together basically trained her to operate at his level? It was time to find out!

Desiree's opponent was on the field first. Luther Brass was a gigantic choclate-skinned god of a man. I drooled over his incredible muscles, each contured in perfect sculpted glory with crevaces and swells I'd never seen on other men his body-building efforts were so severe that I didn't think it would even make him blink to casually lift half the stands, though this was my lusty brain exaggerrating, I realize. His cock was already hard, a fat length of jet black that jutted out straight to at least fourteen inches above a pair of nuts that could have made kiwis blush.

The audience went wild when Desiree sashayed onto the field, she was clearly a crowd pleaser and I couldn't help but get caught up in it and clap along. Here was an athlete who was in her absolute prime, her dark hair gleamed in the warmth of the afternoon sun, her magnificent breasts bounced and swayed with every step, he rounded ass beat back and forth to the time of every heartbeat. In a sense, Desiree Malone made the mere act of looking at her a form of sex she was having with you, and you were grateful for the chance.

She looked her opponent up and down, and her face just broke out into a grin. I might have been looking worried in her place, the huge man was the height of intimidation combined with beauty, but somehow that didn't phase her. There was something simple about her happiness, like to her there was no crowd, no contest, she was just getting the thrilling opportunity to fuck a gorgeous stud with a dick nearly the size of her brother's.

The coin flipped and he won it. He made a race call for her to nuzzle him as she saw fit. I had never seen anyone go for this rarely-used foreplay tactic and she happily obliged, rubbing her face against his on her tip-toes, then she rubbed her way down, clearly enjoying the taught skin of his chest, the rippling abdominals beneath, she glided her cheek down the underside of his colossal member and then buried her face in his monster-cuts, smearing them every which way with turns of her head.