He simply said, “I can do this.” I wanted to argue and tell him that he was risking further damage. But the passion in his eyes forced me to give way.
“He will continue,” I tell the ref.
To the applaud of the entire crowd, Silver limped back onto the map. Emil and Silver embraced in a hug and kiss. I could see Emil continuously say he was sorry and Silver thanked him and told him it was not his fault.
“Where the fuck have you been, Harper,” I yell at him as we stay on the floor to watch the rest of the match.
“I am here now,” He replies in an apologetic tone.
“We have been worried,” Riley says in his stoic tone.
“Yeah I have been practicing my floor routine just in case you did not show up,” Andrew said. Andrew has been preparing to replace Harper.
“I am sorry guys. I am ready now,” Harper says as he lowers his eyes. He was not ready but, we will get back to that later.
Before I could reply to Harper, the ref restarted the match. The score was still 7 – 2 in favor of Silver. Emil’s cock soften, so hardness points were available again for Silver to earn. All he had to was hold out for five more minutes.
But the moment the match restarted, Emil was relentless. He pounced and Silver’s ankle immediately weakened his defense. Easy takedown for Emil.
Emil transitioned smoothly around Silver to take his back. He was now in his favorite position. A sitting position where he controls his opponent’s back, snakes his legs around his opponent’s legs, and spreads them so he has full access to all of his opponent’s pleasure spots. And that is what he did to Silver.
Silver did not have the leverage to defend himself because of his ankle. But he tried with all his might. Andrew and Riley clung to me as they teared up watching Silver’s valiant effort. Harper stood there sad to see his friend lose like this. The crowd tries with all their might to give some power to Silver by cheering as loud as they can.
None of it worked. Emil quickly earned hardness points by turning Silver’s head around and kissing him while stroking his cock. Silver did earn back some hardness points by grinding his ass on Emil’s cock. But, Emil used that as a reminder to show Silver no remorse.
Emil shifted his body to the side and pulled Silver down to his back. Emil then did the three things all great Femboy wrestlers do. He pinned him, he stroked him, he milked him.
Referee: TKO, Winner, Emil of Sweden.
The ref broke up the bois and raised Emil’s hand in victory. Emil did not celebrate. He checked on Silver to see if he was okay and walked off the stage. We rushed over to help Silver up to his feet. As Harper and I helped him walk, the crowd applauded his effort. Silver cried the whole way out of the arena but he won the crowd’s respect.
Silver’s ankle swelled to the size of a baseball. The adrenaline left his body and he was in pain. It was hard to walk let alone stand. For the first time, as a whole team, we encouraged Silver to rest.
He was not having it. After two hours of rest, against everyone’s best wishes, he got on his crutches and limped back to the mat for his bronze medal match.
He moved us when he pleaded, “If Kurt Angle can win a gold medal with a broken freaking neck, I can win bronze with a bummed ankle.”
The crowd cheered with “USA! USA!” as they willed Silver back to the mat. His opponent, Jude, of the Philippines, was also an underdog. Maybe even a bigger one than Silver. Jude was the twelfth seed who qualified as a non-FBW femboy through the open qualifier. He lacked practice but he was tenacious. And sexy ass fuck. His facial expressions and sexy tongue were praised by men online. And his tight waist and plump ass even had me drooling. We already outlined a contract for him to join FBW after the Olympics.
The crowd gasped as they watched Silver start the match crawling on his two hands and his good leg with his bad leg lifted. Jude approached tentatively but he made his first move. He lunged but Silver launched himself on his good leg and took Jude down on his back. Silver laid his body on top of Jude but Jude could not slither away. The ref counted to three and the crowd applauded.
“There you go, Silver!” Harper yelled out.
“You got this!” Andrew also said.
Silver moved his hand to Jude’s cock and his excellent stroking skills brought his score to 10. Jude could not withstand his moans anymore. His amateur skills could not get him out of this position.
Silver transitioned to the top position of a 69. He spread his legs and used his knees and core to hold Jude down. Jude gained points back by using his mouth to make Silver hard and moan a couple of times.
But that was just brownie points compared to the work Silver did. The crowd chanted with each bob of Silver’s head on Jude’s cock. Then his expert fingers brought Jude to his climax.
Andrew, Riley, and Harper rushed the stage as they celebrated Silver’s TKO victory and bronze medal. He fucking won a bronze medal on a bad ankle. That is my fucking boi.
Mell: He did it! He did it! A bronze for America. A bronze for Silver Madison!
Isla: What a resilient and passionate effort. We all thought he was done after his injury. But he pushed through. Guys, I cannot hold back my tears. I am sorry.
Deuce: No need to be sorry, Isla. That was an excellent and emotional effort by Silver. He made himself not only a femboy legend but an Olympic legend tonight.
Mell: This effort will go down in history. Hell yes, Silver!
Deuce: In the first Femboy Athletic Olympic event, Emil took the gold beating Vieira, 25 – 20, Vieira earned silver, and Silver earned his hard fought bronze.
I carried Silver on my shoulders as the crowd showered Silver in applause and literal flowers as we left the arena floor. Silver passed out after the match in the locker room and did not wake up until 2 in the morning.
As we were in the locker room, Andrew whispered to me, “Will it be okay if I explore a little bit?”
I nodded my head and kissed him before he left. Andrew kissed Silver on his sleeping lips before he left.
I looked over at Harper and said, “I’m sorry.”
Harper only nodded.
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The Olympics of Harper Cherry
“The symbol of femboy elegance,” Harper bemoaned as he skipped a rock into the ocean amongst the night sky.
“No, U.S. Femboy Elegance,” Cole corrected as he threw his last rock into the ocean and sat on the sands of Huntington Beach.
Harper joined him on the sand and snuggled against his new love, “why did I have to participate in that damn Olympic trials?”
“If you had not, you would not have met me,” Cole said as he kissed Harper on the cheek.
“Mmm you have always been horny for femboys. You would have found your way to me eventually,” Harper dug back. “But still, I wish I could be back in Florida.”
“Like you told me, you did this because your sister is an Olympian. So you had to become one too.”
“No!” Harper replied unconvincingly.
Cole replied with his enthralling eyes rolling to the side, making Harper’s tall body weak.
“Fine. But I did not want all this. I step off the plane and see my face everywhere. Silver is the Captain. His face should be everywhere.”