Sex has become an Olympic sport and now hung men compete in massive new stadiums, demonstrating the power of their sexual gifts and finally honed skills for the thousands of screaming fans that fill the seats, along with millions watching live coverage around the world. They’re matched against the most beautiful opponents they’ve ever seen, and the objective is to fight using their cock, precum, and sex skills, along with traditional combat methods. You’ve spent months training.
You’ve fucked until you were red in the face and hyperventilating from complete exhaustion. Your balls never felt more drained, and your hands and tongue were so sore from overuse that you could barely dress yourself or talk after a training session. However, you’re now able to show up and tear through any orgy, leaving a trail of screaming orgasms and loyal new fuck slaves in your wake. The week before you’re set to compete is used to build up the cum you’ve gotten so many people addicted to. On the day of, your cock feels like a mad dog about to be uncaged and your balls feel like overloaded grenades.
You and the other hung competitors sit on benches around a padded ring in the middle of the field. You’ve gotten to know these men in the past months and developed a real camaraderie. You consider many of them good friends, and hope to see them succeed against the opposing team. Some have reputations as the strong silent type, but it’s a few matches in and you’ve seen those same men throw their heads back and scream loud enough to drown out the audience, orgasming harder than could ever be believed.
That’s the prize when you’ve dominated your opponent. Their deep, tight holes will give you the greatest orgasm you’ve ever achieved. It’s not uncommon for hung winners to lose their voice from screaming so loud and pass out right there. Just hearing them gives you goosebumps and makes you grip the edge of the bench, needing to experience that level of euphoria more badly than you’ve ever needed anything else. The only thing keeping your throbbing weapon contained is a tight black thong.
The smaller crowd on the field around the ring can’t stop gawking at the bugles of all the scantly clad, but generously endowed men, especially yours. Your match is up next. You would have absolutely no hesitation if you didn’t just watch the guy before you lose. You’ve known him since the start, a hung young adventurer ready to show the world what he’s made of and cum like a fucking god while doing it, reduced to kicking wildly and screaming with tears running down his cheeks, clutching his grotesquely fractured penis. He’s on his back and completely inconsolable while his opponent, a stunningly gorgeous dominatrix, smiles maliciously as the referee declares her the winner. Medics struggle to restrain him long enough to strap him onto a stretcher before carrying him off the field. The opponents are permitted to use any attack they can think of on the fighter’s cock and balls, the more brutal the better. It’s the risk gifted men must be willing to take for ultimate pleasure. They know exactly what they’re putting on the line and agree to it anyway. Your friend is actually one of the lucky ones. Though he’ll never again be anywhere near the sex god he was, it is possible to heal from a penile fracture, maybe even one as severe as his.
Over the fights you and your teammates have seen that day, the mutilation can reach vomit inducing levels. Crushing, slicing, ripping, piercing, even burning are all possible fates. You became light headed when you saw another one of your friends getting his glands worked orally, so well he just leaned his head back and moaned, not noticing the nut cracker slowly closing around both his balls until it was too late. It will haunt you till your dying day what you saw and heard when a red hot knitting needle got rammed all the way down the urethra of a ten inch cock.
Your name is announced for the next fight and the crowd goes absolutely wild. The other men are impressed by how many fans you have. They clap while yelling words of encouragement, but to you they all sound distant. You slowly walk into the ring, toward the center to face your opponent. It’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever witnessed, wearing lingerie so tight it looks painted on. Though you know its real purpose isn’t to arouse you, it’s to hold whatever weapons she’s chosen while still looking hot for the crowd. As the referee lists off the rules, all sound aside from your own heartbeat sounds muffled. You stare into your opponent’s sultry eyes, blank faced and numb. She smiles back at you. It would be enchanting anywhere else, but here you know it’s the smile of pure evil.
Your pulse beats harder than ever, but not in your chest. Your vision slowly shifts down your opponent’s body before leaving her and stopping on your throbbing cock. You begin remembering how you got there in the first place. You started out just posting pics on Reddit and grew into such a major sex symbol that you came to the Olympics. The guys on the benches would stare in amazement as you trained, making your precum an addictive delicacy to your loyal followers. They could go to work on your cock and balls like it was their last meal and you would go hours without even breaking a sweat. You could fuck from sunup to sundown, until even the most cock hungry slut was begging for merciful relief. You made people worship the monster between your legs. You decide the woman in front of you isn’t an opponent, she’s a sacrifice. You grip the sides of your thong and yank in opposite directions, snapping the straps before throwing it into the ecstatic crowd outside the ring.
Your furious meat swings to point in her direction, the smoothness of the condom shining in the light. You hear your name chanted all around and stand with your hands on your hips, ready for the referee to just finish his lines and let you destroy all three of this woman’s holes. She looks down at your weapon, seemingly only a little amused. She really would love a good hard fuck, but it would turn her on a lot more to humble you for the rest of your life.
There’s a brief silence in the stadium before you slowly start to smile. You put one hand on the base of the condom and behind sliding it off. Your precum makes loud wet noices as the seal is removed. You throw the greasy rubber into the crowd and stand there with your cock dripping thick gobs onto the mat.
“Hope you’re hungry…and on birth control.” you say, and the cheers are heard from miles away.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mxpynd/hung_olympic_sex_match_rough_sex_public_sex