TWENTY-FOUR
Follow the Leader
For as long as Marta had been in the games, Voice's team had been the one to beat. In Letícia's early years, Voice's team had been dominant, and the other teams had struggled to adjust and close the gap. They'd been somewhat successful as Letícia aged, but they'd managed to close the gap even more since her departure. Before my addition, Martos' adding Víctor had caused the most recent rankings shakeup, especially after he and Josue had locked up, and Josue had come off second best.
After Josue lost his fire, Martos had thrown Víctor into the mix against him at every opportunity, forcing Voice to bench Josue on many occasions. That had increased the pressure on Gregorio by forcing him to compete in events where he wouldn't perform his best, and that had allowed Voice's competitors to close the performance gap even more.
There were no official rankings, but unofficially, everyone kept up with their win/loss record, both individually and as a team. In addition to the team ranks, determine by the finishing order of the team in each event, everyone also kept up with how they compared to the other competitors when competing man to man, woman to woman, and mixed.
Marco was the official, unofficial scorekeeper, and tracked wins and losses for everyone in a spreadsheet that was shared online for all to see. I'd looked at it once and had been surprised at the detail. By looking through the numbers, I learned that Marta was better at marathon fuck sessions and anal, while Teresa was a kinkier bitch that I realized. It also confirmed what I'd already figured out for myself. Gregorio was a much tougher competitor against men than he was against women. It also showed that Víctor did very well in events that were rough and tumble. Finally, there was me. My lack of competition against men was glaringly obvious, and that was probably why Víctor kept calling me out as he looked for an advantage he could use.
Unofficial though they were, the rankings reset every January. Everyone wanted to be on the winning team, and be number one, the man or woman that everyone else was trying to catch, and the competition was fierce.
With my arrival to counter Víctor, I'd shaken up the competitions once again. Now the other teams were trying to figure out how to best counter me when I was competing. Víctor and I going head-to-head was probably the best counter, but the drawings did much to inject randomness and chance into the games by preventing the same people from competing directly against each other all the time. Until I'd arrived, Martos had a slim chance to become the winningest team for the year, but unless he won out, and we finished no better than third in all the remaining events, it wasn't going to happen. Today I was going to make sure it
couldn't
happen.
With Gregorio's help, I'd come a long way in getting over my reluctance to fuck a dude, and while I'd probably have to eventually prove myself against another man, that day wasn't today, and I was eager to compete in today's match.
We rounded the obscuring landscaping and strutted across the grass toward the large party tent Cedro had erected this morning, silently projecting our confidence with our swaggering stride and self-assured smiles. Today we had the home field advantage in a contest called 'Follow the Leader.' The game was one of the oldest competitions and had been around since Letícia's early days. It was a fan favorite, and Marta and I would be Voice's champions in the event.
I hadn't seen María, née Valencia, since I'd fucked her. After two weeks of anxiety induced fucking and stomach-churning apprehension, I'd finally decided that she wasn't going to tell Voice who I was. I wanted to believe that suggested she'd told me the truth and hadn't turned, but there was no way for me to be certain. She could just as easily be protecting herself from suspicion, knowing I'd try to take her down with me. I hadn't had even a glimpse of her since she left my room, so another possibility was she'd run before I could blow her cover. If I didn't see her at Voice's shoulder today, it was highly likely she'd taken flight.
If I did see her, I'd make no move, but I was interested in seeing her reaction to my presence. Assuming she hadn't already fled, if she glared at me or looked at me with any sort of apprehension, I'd assume she hadn't turned me over to Voice in an effort to protect herself. If she smiled at me, even a little like she'd started doing, or maybe ignored me, I'd decided that
might
mean she was protecting me, which also
might
indicate she hadn't turned. It was nothing but pure speculation, but it was all I had. I couldn't very well walk up to her in front of everyone and demand to know why she hadn't told Voice I was a mole.
Voice's guests and the other three teams were under the tent, protected from the searing heat of the sun, as we approached. Like the last time, when we appeared from behind the shrubbery in all our naked glory, the other three teams took that as the signal to begin undressing. It was another hot and humid day, as all the days seemed to be, and I could feel myself beginning to sweat as we continued our brash approach. At least The Room was comfortably air conditioned, though I suspected I'd still be a sweaty mess by the time we were finished.
When we arrived at the tent, we dispersed into the crowd. I was pleasantly surprised to discover my biggest fan was back, though Madam Lash still was not. Serena had also returned, and as I mingled, I noticed she was watching me with a hungry looking smirk.
"I thought you'd gotten tired of holding my clothes," I murmured as I coasted to a stop beside my fan.
"Never," she replied with a smile, her voice soft and purring, as she dragged a well maintain fingernail lightly down my stiff cock. "I had a commitment I couldn't break."
"Were you with Serena?"
"No, and it pissed me off when I thought I was going to miss your match with her after you broke that bastard, Víctor. I'm glad I didn't."
The vehemence in her tone surprised me. "You don't like Víctor?"
"No. He's a loud-mouthed asshole, I don't like how he treats the women, and I'm glad you broke his fucking cock." She flushed slightly. "I don't like it when the sex gets too rough, especially when the women are involved, but watching you two go at it was..."
"Was...?" I prompted as another woman and a man drifted close to listen to our conversation.
"Was... more exciting that I'd expected," she murmured as she flushed even more. "Especially at the end, with you two wrapped up, sweating and grunting as your cocks," she made rabbit ears with her fingers, "fought." She smiled. "It was almost as... arousing... as you two fucking Deigo's fake pussy, the one that was squeezing your cocks? That was incredibly exciting," she said as she fanned herself dramatically. Before I could respond, she continued, her smile spreading even wider. "I could almost see what Deigo sees in his toys because watching your two cocks going at it like that..." she paused as she flushed the deepest shade yet. "Had it gone on much longer, I might have come from just watching." She looked away in obvious chagrin.
I couldn't hold my smile as I enjoyed her embarrassment. "So long as you enjoyed it, then it was worth it," I rumbled slowly.
She looked at me as her smile began to fade. "Anyway, I'm glad you took him down, and I especially liked that you warned him about hurting the women." She looked at me with something that might be admiration. "You're much more of a man than that asshole will ever be."
