Lost Again

Surge’s Raichu stands victorious. You lost, again. You feel a hand tapping against your thigh, the woman beneath you reminding you that she’s still trapped. You roll off to the side, pulling your bottoms up before standing up. “Could’ve saved some time by just staying down,” Surge laughs at you. You can’t believe you lost again, even after going out of your way to catch a ground type pokemon. With your head hung low, you can see cum stains on your pants from where they were in contact with the cum coated lady. You trudge across the battlefield, disappointed in your loss.

“On your knees,” he commands. You begrudgingly follow his order, lowering yourself back to your knees. Surge snaps his fingers, “Get some water for the cocksucker. We’re going to take a quick break.” The gym leader’s assistant carries a bottle of water out to the woman who just got you off.

Surge squats, and due to his towering size he still looms over you. He cups your cheek forcing his thumb into your mouth. “I’m going to fuck your face holding nothing back,” he says looking into your eyes with a passion burning behind his eyes. His thumb holds your tongue down, his free hand taps his thigh, “You can tap out, but if you do last time will feel like a cake walk compared to what will come.” Your body shudders thinking of the long session he put you through last time. Fucking you to the edge of your orgasm just to never cross that line. It’s hard to imagine that he could push it even further, “Do you understand?” You can’t properly answer instead just taking the second to nod.

He smirks, while standing upright, fishing his cock out of his pants. The huge member dangles in your face, Surge’s hand takes hold of your hair pulling you towards his erection. You open your mouth, accepting your fate. His cockhead slowly enters your mouth and you have a moment of it sitting on your tongue before Surge pulls you down pushing his shaft into your mouth. You gag on the intrusion, your arm flying up on instinct. It takes every bit of willpower not to touch his leg, to not tap out as your reflexes urge you to pull away.

You cough around his dick, your spit dribbling down your chin already. With each thrust he pushes more and more of his cock into your mouth, forcing it down your throat. You can feel the tears forming in your eyes. Your body yells for you to tap, begs you to stop. Your fingers dig into your leg as you search for anything to grab. Every inch of his cock running over your tongue.

Your nose presses against his crotch, his cock completely buried in your throat. He holds you there for a second, your coughs grow, your gagging retches filling the air. Your expelled saliva dripping down over his groin. You’re held in place, no room for air, your resolve to continue slowly dying alongside your held breath. You have to give in, you can’t go on any longer. You were delusional to think that you could make it through.

Just as you’re about to slap Surge’s leg, you feel his cock sliding back out of your mouth. With your mouth free of his erection, you gasp and cough trying to catch your breath while you’re free. Surge laughs as he slaps your face with his cock dripping with your spit. You ignore the blows, knowing that before long you wouldn’t be able breathe again.

Your prediction came true when the gym leader repositioned his cock sliding it into your gasping mouth. He uses one forceful measure, pushing you down so your lips are once again wrapped around the base of his shaft. Instead of holding you this time, he thrusts the last few inches in and out, fucking your throat. You cough and gag, your body trying to **** out the intruding member. You can feel your tears rolling down your cheeks, your excess drool dripping off your chin and landing in your cleavage.

He pulls out and you manage to get one gasping breath of air before he slams into your face again. You can hear the catcalls and snickering laughter coming from the trainers waiting for their turn to challenge the gym leader. Most if not all of them are guys, guys who don’t have to risk their bodies to pursue their goal as a trainer. The only other girl you remember seeing today, is on the bleachers waiting for the challenges to resume. She’s probably thankful that you’re offering her a break from the long line of cocks she still has to suck.

Your air supply is running low, everything inside of you tells you to quit. To give up, end this madness, anything for a chance to breathe. You keep your hands down, your nails scratching against your pants. Your throat is filled with the muscular man’s dick, it feels as if you could pass out at any moment. Will he stop if you pass out? Will he wait for you to reawaken? If he waits, will it be like starting all over? Could you do this all again? Maybe you should just give up?

Before your survival instincts can win out against your willpower, Surge pulls out once again. You can feel his dick throb as it pulls across your tongue. You suck in, **** for air. Your deep breath met with the first spurt of jizz. You cough, the first jet of cum catching you off guard. You feel the cum mixed with your spit dripping down onto your chest, before a second spurt fills your mouth. Before any more cum shoots forward, Surge slams his spasming cock into your throat again. You cough, the jizz in your mouth spewing forth around the cock that once again fills your mouth. You feel the rest of his load coating your throat, the warmth sliding all the way down.

He pulls out taking one last chance to wipe his cock against your face. Your chest heaves with each new breath, your body eagerly trying to suck in all the air the room has to offer. “I honestly didn’t think you had it in you,” Surge compliments you before removing his cock from your face and returning it to his pants. “I’ll have to try harder to break you the next time I beat you.” You want to fight back, shoot back a witty comeback but nothing comes out. Instead you push yourself to your feet, ready to be out of the gym. You look back and see the other woman already sucking off the next challenger before you even exit the building.

Ugh, you still can’t believe you lost. You would’ve had it if it wasn’t for that girl eating you out. If you hadn’t been distracted, you would’ve won for sure. Next time you can just show up earlier, battle without the distraction of a woman’s touch. You drop off your team with the Nurse at the front desk of the pokecenter, before making your way to the room Jack had reserved.

Jack looks at you, you know that she can tell the results from your disheveled appearance. “I lost,” you confirm her suspicions. Your voice hoarse from your earlier throat fucking. She jumps out of the bed hugging you tight.

“You’ll get him next time,” she says petting your head. Next time. . . Surge’s words echo in your head.