Battle Rayale [MMMMMF]

This is my first time writing up a formal piece! Hope you enjoy.

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Battle Rayale

Jonathan sat mesmerized by the clinking, the shaking, the jiggling. His eyes snapped back to the flashing in the foreground. A large cooking knife sliced the air against a long steel rod.

“You like what you see?” She asked with a smirk.

It was the laughter of his four best friends that brought Jonathan back to his reality. He chuckled shyly remembering where he was.

It was his 27th, a bit of a milestone for him as his father passed away at 26 oversees. His buddies took him out for a big treat. They had gone to this tittie bar before, but had never gotten the VIP treatment. This is what lead these five fine fit gentlemen to be basking in the presence of the bronze beauty Ray. Rachel, as her mother called her.

You see, the VIP treatment entails a private night of fare and entertainment. The men are treated to Ray’s refined skills in the kitchen, drinks, and a show all for their viewing pleasure. The luxurious meal is prepared before them by Ray… covered in chains.

Ray is known as ‘Gridiron Ray’. She plays rugby. And she’s good. Her general attitude has an air of mystique. She was tough, loved the tackle. Lived for the tackle. Lived for the pain. She wore a chain link bikini that clanked and shook with her glowing breasts, not completely covering the full C cups. Her fat white girl ass, sculpted by the couple hundred squats she managed to fit into each week, was laughably covered by short little chains. Her pussy lips were clearly visible through the links of her bikini. Jonathan adjusted himself. She stared up at him knowingly.

Truth is all the men were hard. And they were big too. See these guys were rugby players as well. And rugby players are big all over. Ray didn’t know them, but they knew her. She was locally known, as she had made a name for herself in the international rugby stage. They had been saving Ray for Jonathan’s birthday.

After flirtations and getting to know each other over cooking Ray left the men to enjoy their meal among themselves. Topic ranged from the week’s games, to celebrating Jonathan, remembering his father, drinking to his father, drinking to the country, drinking to the Queen, drinking to their mothers, drinking to women… ah sweet women.

In the silence, blood rushed from the Irishmen’s flush faces to their cocks.

“Ray, though…”

Chuckles among the group. Each was going over their place in the plan, their place in the orchestra.

Jonesy spoke up. “Should we give the cunt a cock show when she comes back for drinks, lads?” The others agreed, a few licked their lips.

A few moments, and strokes, later the men had their meat out through their zippers, slapped on the now cleared table places.

Joey’s cut cock stood out in the group but it also stood tallest. He liked that.

Ray returned shortly thereafter, bringing her own traditional whiskey sour and clinking chains. She closed the door and turned around. Her jaw dropped a little and her brow furrowed. She felt weak in the knees. It was always like that once she entered the room of a naked cock. Especially a room with five beautiful Irish cocks sitting naked for display on the table. She felt her nipples growing, pressed up against her chains. One popped out of her tight bonds. She didn’t notice.

Ray gathered herself and sat on the stool in the center of the men’s table. Or rather, she hiked her phat white girl ass up on the stool and her small frame rested upon it. Ray felt one of the chains slip between her lips, the cold metal on her hot clit.

Jason traced the curve of her defined back with his eyes, sitting to her left. She felt his gaze and looked just over her shoulder at him. His cock grew more. Now he was at his full girth. Even thicker than Tall Joe.

Ray studied the five beasts before her. “Lads… I don’t think I’ve…” she trailed off, still in shock.

The men smirked at each other. They knew how spectacular their bodies were. Just wait until she saw what they could manage.

She turned to Jonathan. “I believe it’s your birthday you big tittie pervert.” He was staring at her chest again. He had a thing for cute little perky tits you could still see jiggle in a sports bra, in a sevens jersey even. He had watched tapes so many times.

“Uh, oh yeah…” he chuckled again at his mesmerization. He was never this sheepish. He played as an aggressive inside center. Just like Ray.

“Well I believe you are due for a special treat then.” Ray approached him, swinging her hips.

*Good, everything is going to plan.* Jonathan thought. He began to put his hung, heavy horse cock back into his pants, expecting a lap dance. She placed her hands on his cock. “No, this is who I’m performing for. He stays.”

This wasn’t exactly to plan. But Jonathan let her continue. Her raspy voice cooed in his ear in a way that made his chest hairs stand on end.

His cock throbbed when she began to swing her hips up and down between his legs. She spread his knees apart as she turned around. He could see her glistening lips. She bounced up and down in his lap, arched her back, swung her hips over his legs. Everywhere but his cock. This was fine for him. She wasn’t getting his prize just yet.

Precum glistened on his cock tip. He pulled cock up towards himself and let it swing. Ray had just been rising up, her pussy lips waiting to be punished. His cock just slapped her slit. His precum sprayed onto her backside, one droplet landing by her bare asshole. Ray displayed a shocked expression to the other men, bent over for their dear friend. They beamed down at her, stroking their pulsing, waiting cocks. It became clear to Ray that they were biding their time; waiting to release five loads churning tumultuously in five full sacks.

Jonathan felt the darkness creep up his spine, not shrouding his handsome features but enhancing them, Tom Riddle style.

Jonathan yearned for his whip, yearned for the extension of his arm he felt incomplete without. *No, not here. We need to stick to our plan. Leave no evidence here.* It occurred to him that Ray would be something else handle. He knew she’d fight just enough to challenge the men. He had a *feeling* she’d let up, choosing to be the slut the men desired, but only an inkling. After all she commanded the room with a presence and poise few women maintained around these men.

Ray would be a new type of battle for the five. Jonathan had confidence in his comrades. The third of a side had fought many a battle on the pitch before.

It was with this thought that Jonathan looked up at Jordan, the most physically staggering man of the group. He had a thick blonde beard and played prop. Jordan nodded, took two strides across the room to lock the door.

Ray gripped Jonathan’s wrist and looked to him with big fearful eyes. “It’s okay, baby girl Ray.” Jonathan said as he gently grasped the nape of her neck, holding her as he rose. Her legs remained locked around his waist, his cock bouncing and slapping her ass. “We’ve got you,” he whispered into her ear. She rested her head on his shoulder and kissed her Daddy for the night.

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