Stamina

You are still on your knees, green elf pants around your thighs, your cock now fully hard and aching in the open air. The gladiator stands a few feet away, his massive cock still thick and heavy in your wife’s grip, the head already glistening where she has been stroking him. The goddess watches the two of you with calm interest, then steps closer and rests a hand on your shoulder.

“Stamina test,” she says, voice clear enough for the circle to hear. “Little cock versus real cock. Same treatment. First one to finish loses. Or wins, depending on how you look at it.”

Your wife laughs softly and gives the thick shaft in her hands another slow pull. “I already know how this ends.”

The goddess kneels in front of you, white gown pooling around her thighs. She wraps her fingers around your hard little cock—her hand easily covers the entire length—and begins to stroke with practiced, steady pressure. Her grip is warm, firm, and slightly too tight, the kind of hand job that is meant to finish a man quickly. She works you from base to head in short, efficient strokes, thumb occasionally sweeping over the sensitive underside of your glans.

At the same time your wife turns her full attention to the gladiator. Both of her hands wrap around his thick cock, one above the other, and she begins to stroke him with long, deliberate pulls. The contrast is immediate and humiliating. Her hands travel a long distance up and down his shaft while the goddess’s single hand is already covering everything you have.

You last less than two minutes.

The tight, focused strokes on your short cock are too much. Your hips jerk. A broken sound escapes your throat. You spill hard across the goddess’s knuckles and onto the floor, your little cock pulsing weakly in her grip while she continues stroking until every drop is out. The orgasm is sharp and almost painful in its intensity, over far too soon. She gives you two more slow pulls after you finish, milking the last weak spurts, then releases you. Your cock begins to soften immediately, already shrinking back toward its usual soft size while still shiny with your own cum.

The gladiator has not finished. Your wife is still stroking him with both hands, slow and steady, and his thick cock remains rock-hard, the head swollen and dark. A clear bead of pre-cum gathers at the tip and begins to drip.

Your wife looks down at your spent, softening cock, then back up at the massive one in her hands, and smiles.

“See? Finished already. And he’s still going.”

She does not stop stroking. Instead she leans forward, keeps one hand wrapped around the thick base, and brings her mouth to the broad head. Her lips part. She takes the swollen glans between them and sinks down until the head fills her mouth completely. The sound she makes is wet and immediate—a soft gag as the thick head presses against the back of her throat. She pulls back just enough to breathe, spit connecting her lips to the cock, then sinks down again, forcing herself farther. Another gag, deeper this time. Her eyes water. She keeps going, bobbing slowly on just the head and the first few inches, clearly unable to take more without choking, while her hand continues to stroke the long shaft she cannot fit in her mouth.

You stay on your knees, spent cock still out, watching your wife struggle to suck the head of a cock that is twice the size of yours. Every time she gags the thick shaft flexes in her grip. Spit runs down the length. She pulls off with a wet sound, catches her breath, and immediately takes the head back into her mouth, determined to keep him on the edge while you sit there soft and finished.

The goddess remains beside you, one hand resting lightly on your thigh, watching the same scene with quiet satisfaction.

“That’s the difference,” she says softly. “You came in under two minutes from a simple hand job. He’s still hard, still leaking, and your wife can barely fit the head in her mouth without choking. Little cocks are easy. Real ones take work.”

Your wife pulls off again, lips shiny, and looks at you while she continues stroking the thick, spit-slick cock right in front of your face.

“Stay right there and watch,” she tells you, voice rough. “I’m not done with him yet. And you’re going to see exactly how much more a real cock can take.”

She sinks her mouth back onto the swollen head, gags once more, and keeps sucking while you kneel there with your soft, spent little cock on full display, the taste of your own quick orgasm still fading while she works on the one that has only just begun.