SIXTEEN
Dichotomy
I stood under the large tent erected in the grass of Voice's compound, as I was caressed and touched, while we waited for Voice and the other principals to appear. My biggest fan had seemed almost disappointed that I didn't ask her to hold my clothes this time, but as my housemates and I made our grand entrance by strutting around the plantings obscuring our house from the rest of the grounds already naked, I had nothing to offer her. It seemed our appearance was the signal for the other teams to begin disrobing, and by the time we parted the netted sides, and entered the shade of the tent, the teams were piling their clothes on the small, grey, stackable plastic tables tucked into three of the tent's corners.
In the days leading up to the event, I'd wondered aloud how we were going to do the mix and mingle before the show, since I assumed Voice's guest wouldn't be in The Room with us. The portable tent was the answer.
I slowly pulled my hard cock out of the woman's small, soft hand, kissing her deeply before I moved on. Today there were no guest chairs, at least under the tent, and we, guests and teams alike, were milling about in a Brownian motion as Voice's guests felt us up. Because we were all standing, I'd been able to occasionally grab a handful of breast or ass, or furtively swipe my hand across a wet pussy of a guest. None seemed to mind, and a couple of times, I thought one of the guests was going to drop to her knees in front of me. When the guests were sitting in chairs, I could distance myself slightly from the men and focus on the women, but that wasn't as easily accomplished today. Now I was having to pretend I liked it when it was one of the male guests fondled my cock or balls. I was coming to the conclusion that everyone at the games was at the very least bi-curious... or were exceptionally horny.
After perhaps fifteen minutes, the principals appeared, María at Voice's side. As the tent's netting closed behind them, Voice raised his hands and called for attention. As the crowd quietened, I joined my stablemates and waited quietly.
"Today, my dear guests, our sexual athletes are engaging in a contest of endurance," Voice's robotic voice began, as I allowed a woman to slowly stroke my cock while staring into my eyes with unconstrained lust. I assumed touching wasn't off-limits just because Voice was speaking, so I allowed her to continue. "I'm issuing an open invitation to all athletes to participate in today's game, to fuck and be fucked, until only one is able to continue. In today's event, the only rule is... there are no rules."
Voice's statement wasn't entirely accurate. While there may be no rules governing the fucking at today's event, in my time in Voice's stable, I'd learned there were two rules that could only be waived by the principals.
First among those rules was no excessive violence or cruelty. Everyone accepted the fucking occasionally got rough and competitive, and while the participants were expected to fuck their way out of most situations, or submit, if a majority of the principals agreed that someone had become too aggressive or cruel, then the guilty party could be disciplined. According to Marta, the only one of us to have seen such a thing happen, the response was the injured party got to extract revenge on the guilty in a like manner. In the one example she'd seen, after a punch in the balls during a particularly rough cockfight, once the games concluded, the man who'd been punched returned the favor. With the scales balanced, nothing else was said about it.
The second offense was not respecting the use of the safe word. None of my housemates knew the punishment for that as they'd never witnessed it. It seemed that except for the occasional slip in a moment of passion, the rules were rarely broken, and the teams policed themselves to keep it that way.
I stopped as a woman pressed herself against my back, reached around me, and began stroking my cock. I turned into the body behind me. It was my fan.
"Are you going to kiss me like you did that other woman?" she purred, her voice barely audible above the popcorn like patter of the rain on the tent.
"Is that what you want?" I rumbled.
She nodded lazily as her mouth slowly opened. I took her into a kiss, allowing her to set the tone. We kissed for a moment, our tongues dancing, before I began to pull back. I was supposed to spread myself around and not spend too much time with any one guest.
"Nice," I whispered as our lips parted.
"Very," she murmured, her hand still gently caressing my cock.
"If only there weren't so many people around," I whispered as I brushed a finger against her erect nipple.
"Don't let that stop you," she purred with a small smile.
With a chuckle, I slowly pulled away and turned, only to be pulled into another kiss by a third woman. Voice allowed us to mingle for a while longer, and it seemed the guests were more horned up than normal, as all of us in the stables had two or three guests hanging on us all the time.
"Friends," Voice said, "if you'll please make your way to the house. My staff is waiting to assist you. Competitors, today's safe word is... Apocalypse."
A wave of laughter rumbled through the crowd as the tightly packed throng began to break up, the guests making their way toward the house in groups of two or three, a few using umbrellas, while the others hurried to avoid the rain as much as possible. The sixteen of us waited until the last of the guests had disappeared through the first set of French doors into the house. After the guests had been shepherded into the house, María escorted the principals to the same door. Once they'd disappeared, one of the two guards who'd remained behind with us, jerked his head toward the house.
The other teams gathered their piled clothing from the tables, and we hurried through the rain to the changing room, the other teams tossing their clothes haphazardly onto shelves and benches as they entered. I was the last one through the door into The Room, and one of our escorts closed the door so closely behind me he nearly hit me in the ass.
Unlike the last time I was in this room, the bright spots in the ceiling blazed. Placed in each of the eight corners was a large bottle of baby oil, along with a huge jug of food grade mineral oil sitting in the center of the room. All sixteen of us had accepted Voice's invitation, and the first few of the competitors through the door were already oiling themselves and their teammates. I joined the rest of my stable. Gregorio and Teresa were already spraying each other with oil, the liquid running down their legs and dripping off Gregorio's rigid cock to pool at their feet.
"We're not going to have to clean this mess up, are we?" I asked quietly while glancing around the room as Teresa passed me her oil bottle.
My housemates grinned. "No, thank God," Marta said as I squirted her with oil, her hands busy spreading the liquid over her body to make her flesh glow.
Once we were well lubricated, Teresa and Marta emptied the remainder of the oil from the bottles by squirting streams of oil on the walls of the room to the height of about five feet. The other teams were doing the same until all eight bottles were emptied. Teresa opened the door we'd entered through and tossed our two bottles onto the floor of the dressing room, leaving the door open after she'd finished. As the other teams emptied their bottles, they were likewise ejected from the room.
The bottles we'd used on ourselves were all 500ml, but jug in the center was huge, and I could see a giant 5L on the side of it. As the teams doused the wall, Gregorio opened the jug and began splashing the oil around on the floor, shaking the last few drops from the container before chucking the jug into the dressing room to join the other bottles already there, the container landing with a rolling, crashing, bang. He closed the door and then joined us.
We waited for the order to begin, all the men fondling our cocks and the women caressing their bodies sensually. "Watch your ass," Marta murmured while staring across the room at Martos' stable. "Víctor and Consuelo are planning something."
"How do you know?" I whispered in reply as I watched Víctor whisper something into a woman's ear.
"Call it a feeling. You embarrassed him, and he can be a vindictive bastard, so just watch your ass."
