He does!

"Sure." I nodded, and the redhead gracefully got to work in response.

She embraced my shaft in her two dainty hands and pumped it firmly up and down. I groaned deep in the back of my throat as the redhead fondled my dick, the friction of my stroking sending delicious shockwaves through me. Her hands danced expertly on my rigid tool, seeking out the sensitive areas under the tip and along the underside. She blew on it, her warm breath adding a wonderful sensation and intimacy to the touch. The pre-cum was already welling from the cap and trickling down my shaft. I could see my cock twitching with my heartbeat, its sensitivity increasing by the second.

"So, this is my prize for third place?" I gasped out.

"Yes. Your prize for third place in the first trial. The contest overall has more...exotic prizes..." The redhead coolly informed me as she stroked.

"What kind of prizes? Svetlana didn't tell me..."

"Of course, she didn't tell you about the prizes. That's a secret. So is the punishment for losing." The redhead picked up the pace, jerking my cock more intensely.

The redhead smirked a little, "Maybe Sally entered you in the contest because she wanted you to lose?"

Suddenly, it all became too intense. A shiver went through my cock, the electric thrill that always sent me over the edge. I was going to cum, and I knew it. The redhead sensed it immediately and grasped my cock, giving it a squeeze as her hands flew over it in the "bottomless vagina" technique, alternately stroking my cock from tip to base with finger and thumb shaped into the tight "O" that simulated a slick cunt whose depth was limitless.

"I...can't...hold it," I gasped. I knew from the familiar tensing in my groin and the sudden warmth of my cock that I had gone past the tipping point. She pressed hard on the frenum below my cap. I groaned and let it happen. It was at that exact second that she squeezed my dick firmly with both hands, increasing the pressure of my ejaculation. My cock spurted a long stream of thick cum high into the air, followed by another one and yet another one, splattering onto my face and chest. I trembled with the **** of my orgasm.

The redhead left me to recover as she prepared for the second trial. When she came back, she walked over to an exercise room with monitoring equipment set up. It turned out, the second trial had me hooked up to a heart rate monitor and proving my muscles and fitness.

The redhead stood by with her clipboard as I started lifting the weights and running the treadmill, the sensors attached to me recording my strength and stamina.