The Sex Games // Chapter 1
We were in the arena together. I could hear the crowds shouting, even though I couldn't see them through the one-way glass surrounding the field. In the middle of the field was a tall pole, thick and firm. Bit of a metaphor there, with its sharp spearing shape. Hmm.
In my hand was a good length of rope and my Tester, as well as in the hands of my opponent, standing across the field from me. Apart from that we were both naked; his good, long cock swinging gently between his spread legs as he stood firm. I was already rock hard, cock pointing to the sky. I couldn't wait for it; soon, I would be have taken every bit of maleness from my opponent, and be fucking the daylights out of the new woman she would be.
I could feel it.
My cock could feel it.
The horn sounded, and the match began. We dashed towards each other. He was a muscular man; so much the better. So much more for me to have.
Cameras were circling round us, zooming in on us, catching the action, letting rapt young males and females all around the world watch.
At the last minute before head-on collision, I ducked agilely to one side. He may have been bigger than me, but I was faster. At the same time, I threw my rope around his legs, causing him to fall the floor. I dashed towards him, simultaneously thrusting my Tester into his leg, and attempting to tie a knot in the rope.
The crowd roared. That was fast.
I could feel the power, the maleness, coursing through the Tester from my opponent to me, my muscles bulging larger, my cock swelling and growing longer, shaking from the stiffness. Ooh, it felt so good.
I must have gotten a bit distracted, because before I was able to tie a knot, he'd slipped out of the ropes and ripped out the Tester. That wonderful flow of power stopped; I was suddenly enraged; I wanted it back so bad!
He crashed into me, but he was weaker now than he'd been just a couple minutes ago. In fact, I was now stronger than him. He was trying to shove his Tester into my balls, which would get him his testosterone back pretty fast, but I shoved his head back while grabbing his shrinking cock.
I shoved my Tester right into his balls, feeling the power coursing back into me. Aah.
While he fumbled with Tester, trying to pull it back out, and getting weaker and weaker – his muscles were shrinking into slender womanly arms; his six pack fading, and breasts sprouting – I yanked the rope around his wrists and tied them tight.
I pulled him/her, struggling, over to the pole in the center of the arena, all the while careful not to dislodge the Tester from his balls. His cock had shrunk down to about two inches, and his balls were almost completely gone. My balls, on the other hand, were swelling unbearably, and my cock was so achingly stiff I thought I might just come right there.
I lashed the other end of the rope onto the pole, stringing my opponent up. The crowd was yelling, I could hear them, a heady exhilaration, the promise of victory. My opponent was starting to whimper in a girly, high-pitched voice, knowing that his time was up; he was now to weak to escape from my knots. I grabbed two handfuls of heavy breasts, eliciting a squeak from him, just as his cock completely slipped away and slit started forming between his legs.
