I love it when a plan works out

While Karin was still lying on the field covered in cum, Lisa, Mia, and Jan were relaxing in the VIP lounge. They’d opened a bottle of champagne and were watching the first rough cuts of the footage.

Mia grinned widely. “Seriously, Lisa… how the hell did you pull all this off so perfectly?” Lisa leaned back, sipped her champagne, and laughed softly.

“Teamwork, baby. You and Jan were unbeatable. Jan used the money from our OnlyFans to get all the cameras and drones. You got me that hot photo of Marc. Marc is so horny anyway that he went along with everything—as long as he got to fuck the girls. Karin really wanted to save her pussy for the ‘right moment’… and today was it. And then there were those two black security guards. They handled the videos and cameras and helped make sure the police didn’t show up.”

Mia’s eyes widened. “Those two six-foot giants? Shit, they looked so damn good. I would’ve loved to fuck them myself.”

Lisa shook her head. “No chance. I tried. I even stripped in front of them, wiggled my ass, everything. They just smiled politely and looked at my tits… but really only because they were comparing my tits to dicks. They’re totally gay. But we still had someone else left.” She grinned wickedly.

“Tim.” Mia and Jan burst out laughing. “That poor guy’s probably still standing there,” Jan laughed. “At least two hours,” Lisa confirmed. “I shoved two Viagra pills into his mouth before I gagged him and hung the sign ‘Team Faggot – free to use’ around his neck. He hasn’t lost his erection for a single moment since then.”

In the dark hallway behind the changing rooms

Tim was still standing exactly where Lisa had left him. His hands were tied behind his back with zip ties, a thick ring gag in his mouth, saliva running down his bare chest. His cock was rock-hard, dark red, pulsing and twitching nonstop. The glans glistened with precum, already hanging in long strands down to the floor. He was on the absolute brink of orgasm—for over two hours.

Heavy footsteps approached.

The two black security guards—both over six feet tall, muscular, with broad shoulders and deep voices—turned the corner. They stopped when they saw Tim. “Well, look who’s here…” said the taller one with a deep laugh. “Looks like someone left us a present.”

They stepped closer. One of them read the sign aloud and grinned. “Team Faggot. Free.” Tim’s eyes widened and he shook his head frantically, but the gag let out only a muffled whimper. His cock twitched even more violently.

The two quickly untied his handcuffs but immediately **** him to his knees. The first one unzipped his pants and pulled out an extremely thick, semi-erect black cock—at least 23 centimeters long and as thick as a can. “Open your mouth, kid.” They pulled the gag out of his mouth. The cock was simply too big. Tim could barely catch his breath when the huge cock already pushed deep into his throat. The second guy stood behind him, spat on Tim’s tight asshole, and shoved his equally monstrous cockhead inside. For 30 minutes, Tim was mercilessly fucked.

They changed positions several times. Sometimes Tim stood bent over, holding onto the wall, while one guy rammed him hard in the ass from behind and the other fucked him deep in the throat. Sometimes he lay on his back on a bench, legs spread wide, while both took turns thrusting into his ass. Thanks to the Viagra, Tim’s own cock stayed rock-hard the whole time and dripped nonstop.

In the end, Tim was back on all fours. One security guard fucked him deep and hard in the ass, while the other lay beneath him, jerking off Tim’s throbbing cock with his big hand.

“Come on, baby… show us how much you love this,” he growled.

Tim couldn’t take it anymore. His body completely betrayed him. With a long, stifled scream, he came—thick, white spurts shot out of his cock while the huge black cock continued to pump deep into his ass. At the same time, both security guards came inside him and on him—one deep into his ass, the other pulled out and shot his face and open mouth full.

Tim collapsed, trembling. Cum dripped from his ass and mouth.

The two security guards pulled up their pants, patted him on the ass almost affectionately, and walked away laughing.

“Good boy.”

Back in the VIP lounge, Lisa played the video for the two of them. Mia and Jan stared spellbound at the screen. “Fuck… poor Tim,” Mia muttered, though she sounded more turned on than sympathetic.

Lisa shrugged. “His reputation is ruined anyway. By tomorrow morning, the video will be circulating throughout the entire team group. Tim the Tough Guy… now known as the little faggot who got fucked by two black giants in the hallway.” She raised her glass to the others. “Here’s to a successful evening.”

In the VIP lounge, Lisa, Mia, and Jan leaned back, relaxed. Jan had opened his laptop and was crunching the numbers.

“So, financial update,” he began matter-of-factly. “The cameras and all the equipment cost us €50,000. It was damn expensive, but now the whole setup is ours—drones, 4K cameras, mics, livestream servers. We can use that over and over again in the future.”

Lisa nodded contentedly.

Jan continued:

“Thanks to the match-fixing and the bets, we raked in €300,000 clean. Then you, Lisa, made another €5,000 on the side out on the field—you can keep all of that. It wasn’t planned, so you two should buy yourselves something nice with it.”

Mia grinned and raised her champagne glass. “Thanks, Boss.”

“And now for the best part,” said Jan, turning the screen toward the two of them. “Just from the paid subscriptions and today’s live streams, we’ve made €60,000 so far. And that’s just the photos and clips that have already been uploaded and sold. All the footage of Susi and Silke in the locker room isn’t even online yet. That’s going to bring in some serious cash.”

Lisa laughed softly. “Not bad for one night.”

Suddenly, she frowned. “Speaking of Susi and Silke… the 60-minute timer went off ages ago. The security guard is with Tim in the hallway. Where are those two?”

Jan tapped quickly on his laptop. “I’ll switch to Camera 7—the main dressing room.”

The large screen in the lounge switched to the live stream of the dressing room.