Within the next ten minutes, three more slaves exploded in orgasm, sending ropes of white filth all over the stage. The encouraged Dommes grinned and fucked them ever harder. The slurping noises of rubber cocks drilling boy holes could almost be heard over the excited din of the crowd.
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It was seventy two minutes into the competition and the pace had slowed dramatically. That didn’t mean there was a lack of drama, however. So far there had been two tap-outs and two Dommes who’d tired out. Now it was down to Janet and one other woman, both plowing away at their men’s tortured rectums.
The area below both of their podiums was a glossy mess of cum, sweat and so much sticky lube. The women’s legs were taut, trembling and threatening to cramp up as they continued to pound away. They were managing a slow, steady pace of fifteen to twenty fucks per minute, but for how much longer? Both women huffed and thrust with determination, refusing to concede.
Suddenly, Michael moaned into his gag again and shot his load for the third time. Strands of paste-like filth sputtered out of his barely erect cock and decorated the bottom of the dais. Another round of cheering and applause went up as the camera caught his climax. His third forced orgasm was showcased on the arena’s big-screen monitors.
“Wow! There’s Michael with number three! What a fucking slut! He loves getting deep-dicked, doesn’t he?” Amanda opined.
“He sure does! Sadly for Mistress Olivia, Darren has only come once. That puts her at a severe disadvantage on the scoreboard!”
“That’s right. The score is now 820 to 1,020! Unless Olivia can outlast Janet by at least twenty minutes, this thing is over!”
“And given how she looks right now, I don’t see that happening” Barbara declared.
Their labored shafting proceeded for another five minutes as each woman grew steadily slower and more wobbly. Olivia looked up and saw the score of 870 to 1,070. She turned to see Janet matching her thrust for thrust and the blonde reluctantly accepted her fate. Olivia waved her arms in the air before falling forward and collapsing on her slave’s back with her cock packed in his ass. The loudest cheer of the evening went up from the crowd.
“That’s it! IT’S OVER! MISTRESS JANET HAS WON!”
Michael felt one more powerful buck into his backside before his Goddess pulled her cock free and began waving to the crowd and cameras. The adrenaline high of victory washed over Janet, soothing any discomfort that would normally accompany such a long session of intense pegging. She was giddy with excitement and delight as the audience began chanting her name repeatedly.
“JAN-ET JAN-ET JAN-ET!!!”
Amanda made her way to the stage and held her microphone up to the victorious Domina. “Amazing job, Mistress Janet! A truly inspiring performance! How does it feel to be All City Champion and know you’re moving on to the All State tournament?”
Janet mopped the sweat from her brow and placed her hands on her hips. “It feels amazing! It’s a dream come true. This is what you practice for, you know? That and because I love fucking my eager little butt slut. Though, to be honest, I think Michael loves it even more.”
“He sure seems to!” Amanda said with a giggle. She leaned down and held the mic to his gagged mouth. “What do you say, Mike? Ready to head to All State and take that fat ten incher? Think your Mistress can go ninety minutes next time?”
“MMPPPGGHHHHHLLLAWWMMMAWWAAA!”
“Hahaha! Delightful!”
Michael sighed in relief as Amanda returned to interviewing his owner and Mistress. They engaged in more cheerful banter and presented her with various prizes before wrapping up the show. Mike was genuinely glad he could help win accolades for the Domina he adored. She’d done so much to change his life for the better and it was the least he could do in return. He’d enjoyed the competition, but his extremely sore ass, weary legs and stiff arms were glad it was over, for now.
In two weeks, he would be ready. If he hadn’t been gagged, he would’ve told Miss Fielding, Channel 9 News and the world that he wanted nothing more than to make his Goddess happy. Win or lose, he would gladly submit as Mistress Janet plowed him in front of an even larger crowd, with an even bigger strapon, for as long as her majestic legs could manage.
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