Authors: Ivy Smoak
"Dude, don't do that to my girl," said the guy to
my right. "Just because you were there when she ran into me in the locker
room doesn't mean you get to fuck her beautiful face."
I pulled back and looked at the man who had spoken.
"Wait, now
you're
claiming to be Bryce?"
"I am Bryce," he replied. "Jesus." He
grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, spinning me around.
"But then after I suck your cock you're going to tell me
you're not?"
"Maybe..." he said with a laugh.
What the hell? How can I figure out which is Bryce?
Now
that I had gotten a taste of cock, I needed more. I was so horny that I could
barely think about anything else. I had to find Bryce immediately. I needed him
inside of me. And I needed the music to stop fucking playing.
"Alright, I guess I'll just have to blow each of you
until Bryce steps forward." I figured the thought of me blowing all these
guys would be enough to make Bryce step forward, but it wasn't. None of them
said anything. Does Bryce really want me to be doing this? Maybe he saw me
press my thighs together when Kristen and Tim were talking about devil's
threesomes. But this wasn't what I wanted. I just wanted him.
I walked to the first guy in line and dropped to my knees,
tracing my hands down his abs as I went down. After about twenty seconds, I
stopped and looked up at him. "Are you Bryce?"
He nodded his head. "Absolutely."
The man beside him grabbed my hand and twirled me around.
"Alina, it's me." He put my hands on his abs. "Shake your hips,
the dance is still going."
God, his abs were incredible. All of their abs were incredible.
I leaned in and pressed my lips against the contours of his muscles. I could
feel his cock rubbing against my naked breasts.
What the hell am I doing?
Why am I kissing Bryce's abs on stage?
For a split second my mind told me to stop immediately and run
off the stage, but that thought didn't last long. My hormones took over again
as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock in my mouth.
Fuck.
His fingers intertwined in my hair. "Alina," he moaned.
"That's my girlfriend, you asshole."
The guy who had just spoken grabbed my hand and danced with
me for a few seconds. "Are you okay?"
"No I'm not okay. And I don't believe that your
Bryce."
"It's me, Alina. And I'm not going to make you suck my
dick in front of thousands of people. How about you just grind on me
instead?"
I looked down. His penis was the biggest one yet.
Oh my
God.
He spun me around, pulling my ass against him. "Why
didn't you just tell me before that you were Bryce?" I shook my ass
against his massive erection.
"I thought it was part of the performance. Tim is such
an asshole." He immediately put his hands on my hips and helped me move to
the beat. His cock slid between my ass cheeks. One of his hands wandered up to
grab my tits before he pushed on my back to bend me over, causing his rock hard
erection to rub directly against my pussy. My soaking wet thong was the only
thing preventing him from penetrating me, right there on stage.
"Fode-la," yelled someone in the crowd. Then more
people joined in on the chant.
I looked back. "Any idea what that means?"
They're
probably telling me to get off the stage.
"I think they want me to fuck you," he said.
What?! What the hell am I doing?
I was still bent over
grinding on the mystery man that was claiming to be Bryce. Was it? He was being
nicer than the other "Bryces" had been. His erection pressing against
my pussy made it hard to concentrate. He stopped and took his hands off my
hips. I started to stand up, thinking that the performance was over.
I was wrong.
He grabbed either side of my thong and effortlessly ripped it
in half. He yanked on one side to pull it through the straps of my garter belt
and then tossed it on the stage. My heart rate accelerated and the muscles
below my waist clenched. I never knew that having my thong ripped off would be
so arousing, but it was. There was something so manly and primal about the way
he just snapped it right in half.
The crowd seemed to enjoy it too, because the
"Fode-la" chants grew even louder.
A strong hand on the small of my back pushed to bend me over,
and then his hands moved to my ass and squeezed hard. His cock must have been
an inch away from my wet pussy.
"I'm going to get you that gold, Alina," he said.
I didn't know if it was Bryce. All I knew was that he had
great abs and a huge cock.
And he wants to fuck me.
Sunday
Bryce
Five Minutes Earlier
The spotlights followed Alina and two of the backup dancers
walking to the front of the stage, effectively making the rest of us on the
stage invisible. As the dancers pulled an American flag in front of Alina and
the music cut out, I ducked off stage. I had to get to my phone so I would be
ready to send Em a warning if Alina didn't win gold. Although at this point, I
thought she had a pretty good shot. She had gone all out to win, even taking
her bra off. It made me incredibly jealous that everyone got to see her
beautiful breasts, but if her taking her bra off got her closer to the gold and
Em closer to safety, I wasn't going to argue. And I certainly didn't mind the
view of her spectacular tits, so perky and full. I hoped I would see more of
them, not covered by pasties, later that night.
I got a few funny looks from stage hands as I sprinted over
to the bag I had hidden behind some props. If they hadn't been watching the
performance, I could see why they'd be shocked to see a nude, fully erect man
running around backstage.
Oh well.
Covering myself was of secondary
importance to making sure I had a way of contacting Em. I fumbled around in the
bag until my hand hit my phone.
Someone patting me on the back startled me.
"Dude, that was great!" said Tim.
Of course it's Tim. Who else would pat a naked man on the
back?
"Think it was enough to win gold?" I asked as I pulled Em's
contact info up on my phone.
"Maybe. Alina did a kickass job, especially with only a
few days of practice. And you did great not freaking out when your suit tore
open."
"Man, I couldn't believe when that happened. Do you
think Gabriela sabotaged the suits to fuck with Alina's performance? Or is Yao
Kai getting us back?"
"Neither."
"Huh? Why do you say neither?"
"Because I designed the suits to make that happen."
"Why the hell would you do that?" I asked.
Tim grinned at me. "You said to make sure the USA won
this event at all costs, so that's what I did."
"How is a bunch of naked guys going to sway a judges
panel made up of a majority of men?"
Why the hell did I trust Tim with
this task? Now my sister is going to get fucking killed.
Fuck!
Tim laughed. "The male nudity wasn't for the judges, it
was just phase 1 of my master plan."
"What?"
"When I looked into the judges' backgrounds, I found a
few interviews where some of them commented positively on Luciana Acosta's
performance in Chile's version of Dancing with the Stars where she took her top
off and didn't have any pasties on. The translation was slightly ambiguous, but
it seemed like at least one of the judges on today's panel would have liked to
see her take things even further."
Further?
"So further is exactly what I decided to give
them."
"How so?"
"Okay, so you know how we always practiced with me
holding one side of the flag at the end?"
"Yes..."
"And then how right before the dance I told you to
switch spots with one of the guys in the background so you could make a quick
exit?"
"Yes."
"Well, that was actually so that Alina would think it
was you holding the flag at the end. Since you all had your faces covered, she
wouldn't realize it wasn't you."
"And?"
"I told the guy to pretend to be you and suggest that
she give him a blowjob to boost her sensuality score."
"Dude, she's not going to fall for that shit. Wait,
weren't you planning all this for Kristen rather than Alina? I thought you
liked her, why would you want to trick her into blowing some other guy?"
"Because there's more. I had a friend hack into a few of
the judges' computers to see what they were into. What he found was tons of
porn featuring girls with multiple partners. So the plan was for the guy on the
other side of the flag to pretend to be you after Alina blows the first guy for
a few seconds. I figured she'd be so mortified about blowing the wrong guy that
she'd easily agree to it, and then they'd drop the flag."
"Tim, that's the worst plan I've ever heard."
"Why? I'm like 50% sure the judges will love it, and I
know Alina will. I went through a lot of effort to only choose men with larger
than average penises and also to screen them to make sure they were disease
free. It's all about the attention to detail."
"Well, it might have worked on Kristen, but it's not
going to work on Alina. I sure as hell hope her dance was enough to win the
gold even without your shitty plan. Let's go see her scores." I started to
type Em's number into my phone as we walked over to the curtains to see the
scores come in.
I was surprised to see Owen Harris still behind stage peeping
out through the curtain. He should have been out there with Alina getting her
scores.
And why is her dance music playing again?
Owen Harris pushed on his ear piece and leaned down towards
the microphone on his label, speaking way faster than I had ever heard him
speak on air. "I don't know what the hell to do! Should I try to stop
it?"
Shit.
He could only be talking about one thing.
I found a break in the curtains and peered through. The naked
dancers were all standing in a line. Alina was on her knees in front of one of
them, her red, white, and blue lips wrapped around his cock as she bobbed up
and down on his length.
Fuck!
I pushed the curtain back and started to run out
on stage, but Tim grabbed my hand to stop me.
"Dude, just wait a second," said Tim. "Any
second now he's going to tell her that he's not you and she'll stop blowing
him. You going out there and making a scene will just ruin her shot at
gold."
I pushed him off of me. "So I'm just supposed to sit
here and watch while Alina sucks some other guy's cock?"
"Yeah, what's the big deal? I told you that the guys are
disease free and all have nice big penises. Just sit back and enjoy the show,
and afterwards she'll really owe you something good."
"Why is them having big penises a good thing? And you totally
would have been okay with this if it was Kristen?"
"Of course. Women have needs, and watching them get
those needs fulfilled is a beautiful thing. You like porn, don't you?"
"Not really, and especially not when it's Alina and some
other guy!"
"Relax, dude. She doesn't even know who those guys are.
She just thinks she's blowing you right now. God, men can be so possessive
sometimes. You should just think of it as a performance."
How is this happening right now?
I thought Alina was
super into me. Then I remembered what I had said to her right before the
performance.
"I want you to do whatever it takes to beat Gabriela, even
if it means showing the entire world your ass."
There was no way that
she could have taken that to mean that she should blow all the backup dancers,
right?
Shit.
I also said I might not be able to wait for her to get off
stage before having sex with her.
Fuck!
"Look at what Alina wishes she was doing to you right
now," Tim said and slapped me on the back. "You're a lucky man."
Alina pulled back and licked the length of the backup
dancer's cock before standing up.
Thank God it's over.
But it wasn't.
She started dancing with the guy to her right and then she turned around and
started grinding on him.
His hands immediately grabbed her hips. They stayed there for
a second before they wandered up and squeezed her breasts.
"What the fuck is he doing?" I asked.
Tim smiled. "She thinks that guy is you now. I gave each
dancer just enough information about your relationship with her to fool her."
"What is wrong with you?!"
"What do you mean? It's going really well. Kristen has
been super horny because of their sex ban, so I figured Alina would be too.
Apparently I was right. Everything is going according to plan."
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't mess up the dance. Em's
life depended on it. But I also couldn't just stand here and let a guy that
Alina thought was me take advantage of her. "I can't watch her suck
another man's dick, Tim."
"Don't worry, that's not the plan."
"What do you mean?"
Tim just smiled and pointed to the stage. I looked back over
at Alina. A second later, the guy pushed on Alina's back to bend her over even
further.
Jesus.
"Fode-la!" yelled someone in the crowd.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"I'm not sure."
"Hopefully they're telling them to stop."
Alina started to stand up and for a second I thought it was
over. Until the guy ripped her thong off and bent her over again. His hands
slid down to her ass, caressing it as his massive erection waited eagerly an
inch away from her pussy.
"Fuck this, I have to stop him," I said.
"Just don't take your mask off. I forgot to replace my
name with yours on the final roster, so if you show your face, Alina could be
disqualified. And dance, Bryce. You have to keep dancing."
I sprinted onto the stage.