A fiercely even battle between rivals...

Jaden tried his best to ignore the sweltering heat behind his mask as his body seemed to coil up like a spring under tension, thankful for the good hand he'd been dealt, which he looked down on with a breath of relaxation, unaware that his hand may have been just the slightest bit enhanced by the vivacious Powergirl impersonator that dealt cards about the table. He certainly hadn't expected Bianca's invitation to leave him in this position...though some deeper part of himself couldn't deny the allure of seeing his former tormentors shamelessly glazing their eyes over him, and contemplating just how far he could stand to gain some much desired retribution.

His plans took form as the game proceeded, turns passing around the table with each player determined to make the most of their hand, eager to witness the bulk of the prime male specimen before them bear his skin before their eyes, exposing the delectable mass of studly meat that teased them with how his muscles threatened to tear out from the edges of his thin suit.

Kaylee was the first to fail her bluff, her plump cheeks flushed with embarrassment as her eyes zipped about the expectant faces around the room. "C-come on...I don't even know how to play poker that well!"

"Not my problem. Strip." Allison demanded, conveying the ever-so intimidating sense of presence she held over the group as the scarlet-haired babe acquiesced to her demands. For a moment, her hands reached for the scarf adorning her thick mane, but her gaze wandered to the man at the head of the table, as though searching for his approval in his hidden eyes, before boldly hiking up her tiny cotton shirt and tossing it off to some forgotten corner of the room.

The table gasped at the sudden reveal of the big, bra-busting boobs just barely held in place by the undersized cups of her bra, swaying lightly with her every breath as she went tomato-red with embarrassment before retaking her seat, looking to Jaden as she held her arms together beneath those weapons of male distraction as though to ask 'do my big, bouncy cheerleader tits make you want to fuck me, daddy?'

The answer to said question was readily available in the form of the lengthening fuckpillar between Jaden's thighs, stretching out his pants obscenely to the point that the end of his chiseled stomach, and the perfectly crafted adonis belt that Kaylee barely resisted dropping down and worshipfully lapping her tongue across was exposed to the heated bitches in his midst, while his cock throbbed powerfully just out of sight, dangerously close to thumping at the bottom of the table.

Even Bianca's coolly ambivalent smiles and flirtations halted for a moment, her nostrils twitching at the growing scent of rock-hard alpha dick that made her mind veer off course before she gathered herself, tucking her face away from Jaden's view and trying not to remember how her old friend's now unbearably handsome face made her feel when she first saw it...

Only Allison seemed relatively unphased, casting an unreadable look towards Jaden, one which would likely have had him cowering in fear years ago. Now, he only smiled in return, empowered by a new sense of confidence that he was sure would see the bratty blonde humbled before him and begging for mercy.

Two more turns saw Isabella toss away her false head of hair to let her dark locks free, accompanied soon by her horns, Kaylee grimaced and complained at her friend's refusal to bear the same embarrassment, but was met with a "sucks to suck", that promptly saw her scowl and relent.

Her retribution was swiftly delivered when Isabella failed the next turn once again, hesitating slightly before she propped her feet up on the table, a cheeky smirk on her face as her long, finely trimmed fingernails dragged down the flimsy black panties that covered the glistening gash between her thighs, shaking and squelching in a mess of juices, as though responding to the supremely male presence of Jaden's member in a **** calling for him to abandon any higher brain function and plow into her till her womb was stuffed enough to bear triplets~

"Here you go, you lucky bastard." She snorted, tossing her panties right into Jaden's unsuspecting face and giving him a full display of the eager wetness he could have wrapped around his thick cock if he bent her over and rutted her here and now...

Still, he resisted that baser instinct, noticing from the corner of his eyes that Allison had finally built up the curiosity to stare down at the mighty mass of cockmeat rising up from his lap, wafting off its heady scent of nasty, unbridled maleness that left even the Queen bee mystified in its presence, a tiny bead of sweat rolling off her forehead and dripping into her mouth, which alarmed her to retain the now heavily weakened air of dignity and grace that this masked stud nearly stole away with nothing but the scent of his trouser snake...

Her resolve to crush this new enemy had only strengthened at this humiliation, eager to exert her dominance once and for all over the cocky bastard...and maybe, just maybe, once he'd gone on his knees and kissed her toes in apology for his impudence, she'd give him some relief for that bulbous boner he was sporting...a reaction like that could only come from a body crafted from heavenly perfection like hers after all, so being a good host for a worthy opponent, no matter how much of a mighty, mean piece of shit who thought he could own her with nothing but that absurdly thick cock and those big, bronze muscles he was...

She grinned widely once her bet paid off, thankful for her greater hand as she awaited the first chance to verbally tear him apart, convinced that he was either some boastful faker in a suit that flattered him and stuffed trousers to hide his tiny cock, or a roided-up freak with a nasty mutant cock no girl would dare touch if he didn't play these stupid games.

Both of these expectations were spectacularly defied as Jaden accepted his loss without a word of complaint, standing as Isabella and Kaylee's eyes followed him upwards with a worshipful glint behind them, mouths agape as the turgid, meaty erection he had been carrying for almost an hour, glistening with the thickness of the virile pre-goo that dewed on the tip of his cockhead.

He grabbed the end of his shirt and hoisted it off himself, the stares of the two women now joined by Bianca and Allison, who dedicated each sweat-stained ridge of his cut abs to memory, forever spurned from the weak, sickly bodies of men so vastly inferior in comparison to the adonis that stood before them, the rise and fall of his built chest alone making their cunts quiver like no man could ever hope to do.

The game was forgotten, each one of them had dropped their cards on the table and left them completely bare, consumed by naked lust for the man before them, yet simultaneously gripped by uncertainty in the wake of the impossible want that stirred within them, looking up at him as though yearning...begging for him to instruct them, to take them as he pleased and hold no remorse for the glorified breeding vats that keeled in the presence of such overwhelming masculinity.

"I think the winner is clear, isn't it?"

Isabella, just barely regaining enough presence of mind to comprehend the deep, bassy voice of her chosen mate, replied with some confusion.

"N-no? W-we haven't even finished the game..."

A powerful, echoing, all-consuming THWACK drew her thoughts right out of her head again, her helplessly submissive bimbo brain once again brought into subjection, and this time by an even more powerful **** than Jaden's immaculate body.

A thick, solid, vein-riddled slab of musky, dark, CUNT-BREAKING GIGACOCK was laid out on the table, nearly long enough to reach its other end as a veritable river of ivory fuckgoo dribbled out of its dilated pisshole. Unable to resist, Kaylee dunked her head down and lapped at the nasty nut-sludge that dripped off the table, loathe as she was to see a single drop of such valuable alpha-spunk go unused, swiftly joined by her equally degenerate friend, the two sluts lapping shamelessly at his leftover seed like pietous monks accepting manna from heaven.

With what seemed like the most mental effort either girl had ever used, Allison and Bianca stopped themselves from joining the whimpering, slavish whores in their abject worship, looking up at the winner of the game as he did away with the uncomfortable mask draped over his face, smirking down at them as he continued.

"I'm the winner here, which makes all of you losers. Now, strip." He said it as though it was less of a command, and more of a fact, that the wanton lust he inspired within the fertile-bodied sluts left them bereft of all pride and reason, that they would go along with his every order, regardless of how much punishment he intended to doll out on the vapid trio of bimbo bullies...

In that assumption, Jaden would be correct, as he usually was.