Ryan was escorted along serpentine corridors, through numerous doors, down one elevator - he didn't know how many stories they had descended - and finally arrived at a grey metal door. All doors in the entire warehouse - or complex as Scarlett had called it - were the same. Ryan wondered how anyone knew what door lead to where.
The door was thrown open and he was gently pushed inside. One of the guards grumbled, "You'll need to stay here until further notice." With a reverberating clang, the door was slammed shut and the sound of a key turning a lock could be heard.
"Great, I'm effectively a prisoner," Ryan muttered. He tried the door for good measure but it didn't budge. Hands placed on his sides, he surveyed the room. A simple bed, a desk, and a chair surrounded by plain eggshell white walls. There was another door though, but Ryan was disappointed when he only found a toilet and shower cramped into a tiny space. It all resembled what he imagined to be a solitary cell in a mental asylum.
He sat down on his bed and sighed. Maybe he was truly insane and right where he belonged. Thinking about the day's events, everything seemed unreal and too good to be true. He had seen Emilia Clarke and Taylor Swift in extremely revealing lingerie, he had met Scarlett Johansson - although it was not the meeting he had imagined - and most of all, he had fucked Ana de Armas. If this was what insanity did to him, what his deranged mind made up, Ryan couldn't be mad about his situation at the moment. He was actually thrilled to know what the next day might bring.
Ryan laid down on his bed and closed his eyes.
**********
He was awoken by a knock on metal. The lock clicked and the door swung open. For the umpteenth time since entering this secret event, Ryan had to blink to ensure it wasn't a mirage standing before him. The busty blonde actress Blake Lively beamed a smile at him.
"Good morning, Ryan. How was your night?" the actress asked.
"Well, enough," Ryan replied, groaning as he sat straight. "Although my back prefers one of the mattresses in the arena."
Blake smiled at his remark. Like Scarlett the evening before, she wore a tight fitting suit. At least the upper portion. Instead of trousers, she wore a short skirt, ending just below the curve of her ass, allowing Ryan's gaze to travel down her toned legs. "Scarlett sent me to inform you about the event. What rules are in place, what is expected of you, how the championship works, and so on."
"Wonderful," Ryan said, gesturing at the chair for her to take a seat. Instead, Blake chose to sit next to him on the bed. As she sat down, her bosom bounced and the top button of her blouse popped open. Ryan got a glance of the pristine cleavage her rounded breasts provided. He delicately averted his gaze before Blake noticed him looking.
"Oh my," she said, suppressing a giggle and rolling her eyes. "This happens way too often." Blake had to pull both sides of her blouse to be able to close the button over her bosom. "Now, to business. I've got this bundle for you. It contains all the information." Ryan accepted the bundle while Blake continued, "Each year there's a revision of the rules. These are for this year. I'll go over the most important ones with you. The rest you can go through on your own."
Ryan leafed through the booklet and Blake talked. She spoke first about the rules concerning the arena, how many points each action was worth. Massages of different body parts earned various amounts of points. Of course massaging the erotic areas gained the most. There was a whole chapter about foreplay: the effectiveness, quickness, and satisfaction. All different sorts of sex were discussed separately. There were paragraphs about oral sex, penetration, anal, and so on. Blake put emphasis on the release -- orgasms for women and the cumshot for men -- and, more importantly, the endurance both participants showed. There were minor discussions about the appearance of competitors, how they maintained themselves. It seemed to Ryan there was a slight bias towards trimmed or shaven contestants, the wording making him suspect that they would give participants with hairy nether regions less points. Luckily for him, he kept himself neatly trimmed, not only for hygiene, but also because it kind of made his cock look bigger compared to when it was surrounded by a bush. There was the artistic performance, or the creativity of positions while fucking. That paragraph referenced the Kama Sutra multiple times, indicating some positions worth more than others. There was an addendum, but Blake skipped it, and Ryan didn't feel like checking it right away.
"That leaves us with the contract. Please put your signature here," Blake pulled out a paper sheet and indicated a square box at the bottom.
"Shouldn't I read it first?" Ryan asked.
"It's a short version of what Scarlett has told you already. There's no mentioning this secret society or championship outside this complex. Nor anything that has happened within the confines of this complex. There's no leaving the premises before the event is over. And so on. If you do break one of those rules, your life is forfeit."
Ryan gulped.
Blake smiled. "No worries. I think you'll find plenty of reasons to stay here." She patted his thigh, but her fingers brushed his crotch. "Oh my," she said, bringing a hand in front of her mouth. "That was accidental, but it felt like you wouldn't mind." She placed her hand back on his crotch and squeezed his half-hard cock through his trousers.
"Uh," was all Ryan could say before Blake had unzipped his trousers and reached a hand inside. His cock was pulled out and Blake gingerly stroked his stiffening cock.
"Let me give you an example of a reason to stay," Blake purred and slid off the bed, resting on her knees in front of Ryan. She slowly opened her lips and went to engulf his cock in her wet mouth. Her tongue licked the underside of his tip.
There was a high-pitched beeping and Blake looked at watch around her wrist. "Ow, I have to go. Are you ready for this afternoon?" she asked and stood up, leaving Ryan sitting with his hard cock out.
"What's this afternoon?"
