“Yeah, whatever your status is when you graduate, is the one where you and your immediate family remain for the rest of your lives,” he said. “That is, unless one of your offspring wins a challenge, and he breaks you all free a couple decades or so later.”
“That’s horrible!”
“I know, I know,” he said, “but if Austin challenges you… and he will… and then if somehow you win, you’ll free me and countless other guys in the school… and their families… from the fate of being bottom bitches for life.”
“That’s putting a lot of pressure on me,” I pointed out. Then pondering all this, I asked, “So if I lose, my Dad becomes a bottom too?”
“No, your entire family,” he corrected me.
“Well, my Mom is dead, and I’m an only child,” I said. “So I don’t have any family except my Dad to put at risk. On the other hand, he’s the new Chemistry teacher here, and if he loses the respect of all his students, that could be a real mess for him.”
“Aaah, I’m sorry about your Mom,” he said.
“No worries, it was years ago, and I was so young I hardly remember her,” I said. “But if I won, I’d get to fuck Austin’s entire family?” First, his older sister was a top fashion model, his Mom a famous movie star, and his Dad a U.S. Senator.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“Shit,” I said.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “If you decline the challenge, you’re utterly outcast and your family is shamed, but none of you are forced to be bottom bitches.”
“This is too much,” I said, pondering the extreme consequences of what looked like an unavoidable collision.
“Yeah. The win is ultimate power, but the loss is total humiliation. You become a literal pussy,” he summarised.
“Anything else I need to know?” I asked.
“You pick the challenge, but he picks the time and the place,” he said.
“Well, that’s a bonus,” I said, thinking for the first time I could actually win this! I could become top dog around here, I could release a bunch of other guys and their families from a future of sexual servitude, and take over the ownership of a famous and filthy rich family and use them as my personal fuck toys. It was kind of delicious!
“Austin has won over twenty challenges,” he warned.
“That winning streak ends, if he challenges me,” I asserted.
“Don’t be so cocky! Austin is sly and conniving,” he said. “Although I’d love for you to beat him, he’s been unbeatable for almost four years. You only have one semester here. It might be better for you just to reject the challenge, to be friendless and dateless for a single term, and then go away and get on with your life.”
“I’m already pretty much friendless and dateless,” I joked, having only a single friend.
“So you’ll reject the challenge?”
“No, no, certainly not!” I said, “I’m looking forward to it.”
“You are?”
“Yeah! I may look a little nerdy, but I’ve been dynamite at kickboxing and jujitsu ever since I was five years old,” I revealed.
“Really?” he asked, looking up at me with a bit of hope for the first time since entering my room.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Plus, I’ve been a kickboxing state champion for the last three years in a row, and in July I’ll be competing in the European Games in Krakow. It’s unlikely that kickboxing will be included in the 2024 Olympics, but it’s very likely it’ll be an event in 2028. I’m less than 117 pounds, so I’m only a Flyweight and I don’t look like much, but pound for pound, I can punch like Ali, and kick like a mule.”
“No way!” he said.
“Yeah, way,” I nodded confidently. Although I was only 5’4″ and 117 pounds, I’d successfully taken on much bigger guys than I was, and I had very strong legs. I’d crushed football players in gym class on the leg press every year. They say good things come in small packages, and that was me all over, since I was also gifted with an 81/4″ dick (and yes, the quarter inch matters) with a 51/4″ circumference.
“Well, shit!” he said, looking very impressed, as if I was his David, ready to take down the school’s Goliath.
“Yeah,” I said.
There was an odd silence as we both processed where our conversation had taken us so far. He then asked, “You able to be a top?”
“I hope so,” I said. “My kickboxing and jujitsu matches have always been about taking charge.”
“You ever been with a girl?”
“No,” I admitted with a shrug, “I’m still a virgin.”
“But you’d fuck a guy?” he asked. “If you lose, you’re getting fucked by Austin, and then spit-roasted by everyone there. But if you win, you’ll have to show your dominance by taking Austin’s cherry.”
“Cherry? He’s never been fucked?” I asked, the idea of being the first one to top the asshole’s asshole was very appealing!
“Nope. He constantly brags about being the top of all tops,” he said.
“Well, it’s time for a leadership change… or a coup,” I said, confident I could win this.
“I like your confidence,” he said, as I adjusted my dick, which had gotten hard from the idea of fucking Austin.
“Ever had a blow job?” he asked, noticing me adjust myself.
“Just a hand job once.”
“Want one?” he asked, this offer surprising me as much as the whole fucked up hierarchy of this school.
“You serious?” I asked, the chance at a blow job from a good looking black man was very appealing.
“Yeah, if you want,” he said, looking a little nervous, but also a bit excited.
“Um, sure,” I said, since who in their right mind turns down a blow job?
“Okay,” he said, as he walked over to me and dropped in front of me.
I stared at him, in awe of the sight of him unbuttoning my belt and unzipping me.
My cock flinched as I awaited my first blow job.
He pulled my jeans and underwear down, and my eight-plus-inch cock popped up.
“Oh, wow!” he said, greatly surprised by the size of my dick.
“It’s a lot bigger than Austin’s, hey?” I said, having seen Austin’s dick earlier in the day.
“Both longer and fatter,” he said, admiring my cock, as he reached up and began stroking it.
“So you really do like cock now?” I asked.
“Yeah, I love it,” he admitted. “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t ever get enough of it.”
“And you never had any gay tendencies before the challenge?” I asked this tall muscular man stroking my dick.
“Never,” he admitted, as he swirled his tongue around my cock head. “God, you have a great dick!”
“Thaaaanks,” I moaned, as he took my cock into his mouth.
You can imagine getting a blow job… you can fantasize about it… you can watch them in porn scenes… but nothing can compare to the actual reality of someone’s lips around your actual dick.
“Mmmmmmm,” he groaned as he sucked my cock.
“Feels so good,” I groaned as he worked my dick over… the sensations way better than from using my own hand.
He pulled back momentarily and said, “You can come in my mouth whenever you want.”
“I can?” I asked.
“Yeah, just shoot that big load into my mouth whenever you’re ready,” he offered.
“Okay, thanks,” I said, as he took my dick back into his mouth and bobbed hungrily, taking all eight plus inches of my cock inside his mouth and throat. “It won’t take much longer,” I warned him through my moans.
“Mmmmmmmm,” he responded, obviously eager for my load.
And after a dozen or so more deep bobs, I grunted and spewed my load into his mouth… this singular orgasm so much more intense than I could have imagined was possible…and my vision went dark for a few moments, as rope after hot rope surged into his mouth.