Tipping the Odds

You stand in the line for Surge’s gym once again. Nervous about everything to come. You’ve already lost to Surge 3 times. The thoughts of his marathon sessions or the merciless facefucking, it all sends shivers up your spine. You can feel the other trainers watching you. Can you really do this?

The trainers in front of take their turns, winners receiving badges and losers paying their forfeits, their purely financial forfeits. You can feel your heart racing as the line in front of you shrinks, the line behind you continuing to grow. Finally the time comes, you step up to the challenger’s box. “Back again already? Should we just skip the battle, and you can kneel in front of me?” Surge laughs. You keep your mouth shut, trying to not let your anger compel you to go against the plan. Surge looks you over, “Oh, is that it? Well you are the first female challenger of the day, so the offer still stands. A 3v1 battle in exchange for servicing my challengers.”

You can hear the murmurs from behind you, the waiting challengers anticipating, hoping even for a yes. Your stomach is in knots. This is why you came in today. But that smug look on Surge’s face, you feel the urge to challenge him now, defeat him without any aid. You clench your fists, swallow your pride, and squeak out, “I accept.”

The men behind you cheer, the slapping sound of high fives ring out. “Very well, kneel. Next challenger!” he motions for the next challenger to approach. You turn your back to the gym leader, lowering yourself to your knees. The first challenger already approaching you, not wasting any time as he digs his dick out of his pants. You reach out stroking the already stiff cock, feeling his heat between your fingers. Behind him you can see the long line of trainers all waiting for their turn to challenge Surge, for their turn to feel your mouth.

You return your attention to the cock, taking him into your mouth as he throws out his first pokemon. His cock slides over your tongue as you bob up and down his shaft. It’s an odd feeling to be blowing a guy, but to not be his main focus. Despite your lips wrapped around his cock, the trainer keeps his focus on the battle. You’re impressed remembering how distracted you were when you were in his position. You decide to match his determination pushing yourself, redoubling your efforts.

You swallow his shaft, his cockhead pressing into the back of your throat. The trainer’s hand rests on your head, as he grunts in pleasure. You aggressively pump your head along his cock, your spit dribbling down your chin. He’s throwing out his final pokemon to fight Surge’s Raichu when you feel the cock in your mouth start to pulse. Your mouth fills with spurt after spurt of his cum. You pull back, swallowing the mouthful of semen.

The trainer is still focused on the match, not even bothering to look at you as he finishes. You aren’t sure what to do, but you can see plenty of the waiting trainers rubbing at their own crotch. You reach out guiding the softening cock back into the challenger’s pants. You turn to watch his battle conclude. He wins, walking to Surge to accept his badge. “Next challenger!” Surge calls out as the first victor makes his exit.

The second man forces his cock into your mouth before even reaching for his first partner. He grunts as he shouts commands to his pokemon, thrusting in and out of your waiting mouth. You gag around the intruding member. You can hear the sounds of the battle raging behind you. His hands hold tight on the side of your head, forcing you deep with each thrust.

The man’s pokemon fall one after the other. But he doesn’t seem to care, he just keeps using you to please his own desire. He pulls out of your mouth, leaving an audible pop as he starts stroking himself in your face. He grunts as he fires ropes of jizz across your face. His load dripping from your facial features as his loss is announced. He recalls his pokemon, returns his cock to his pants, and walks over to pay his forfeit. The feeling of cum sticking to your face and the ding of his payment, reminds you of how you felt outside of Mt. Moon, when you were #FishWhore.

“Next challenger!” Surge calls out again. You wipe a glob of cum away from your eye, wiping it on your pants. The next challenger approaches. You take a deep breath preparing yourself for the next challenger, the next blowjob.

The newest challenger cums quickly in your mouth. The battle has barely even started, luckily his quick orgasm has given you a quick break. You plop yourself down on the bleachers, taking the chance to drink down several gulps of water. You take the opportunity to massage your legs, and your jaw muscles. “Amber?” you hear a familiar voice beside you. It’s John!

“John!” you jump up wrapping your arms around your big strong boyfriend. You move in for a kiss before remembering the state of your face. You pause, but John takes it upon himself to close the gap. Locking lips with you, as you feel his strong arms holding you close to him.

“What’s going on?” he asks gesturing to the whole gym.

“It’s well. . .” You quickly go over the whole scenario. Telling him about the deal, your losses, and how you noticed a difficulty difference in the challenge for female trainers.

“Hey, I understand, you have to do what you have to do,” he says hugging your head to his chest, likely leaving a greasy cum stain on his shirt.

“So, does this mean what I think it means?” Roger pipes up from behind John.

“I guess. Unless John carries you two out of the gym,” you point towards Roger and Humphrey.

“Do you want me to?” John asks with such sincerity.

You give him a smile, “I’m fine, it’s just two more cocks, right? Unless you don’t want me to.”

You both stare into each other’s eyes, both of you trying to decide what the other actually wants. The smiles on Roger and Humphrey’s faces reveal their desired outcome. “Next challenger!” Surge calls out breaking the moment of silence. You give John a quick peck on the cheek before turning to return to your duty on the battlefield. You guess you’ll find out John’s decision when the line clears out.