We are the champions

Emily sees you getting distracted and she reacts immediately, she grabs your cock head in her palm and starts massaging it roughly. she inserts a finger in your ass to the hilt and teases your prostate and starts sucking on your balls. The cameras are all around you, behind you see a huge arena crowd cheering.

You can't hold your orgasm and you cum like a horse spraying cum all over the place. Emily continues stroking you as you disused before, the judges give points for style after all.

There's like 5 other challenges all in the same vein after that, you go on to win them all.

At the end of the massage you are almost passed out from the exquisite pain and you lay collapsed on your side. Emily picks you up and carries you to the top march of the podium, you are both given a golden dick statue and a medal.

After the event, the press wants to talk to you, they want to know what you plan to do next, where you come from, who you are and why no one heard of you before.

Your agent advised you to let them guess and give nothing out for free so you elude most questions, after giving a short interview you're whisked out to a private VIP area.

The dignitaries are all women and they are strikingly beautiful, they look you over like a piece of meat. Some of them talk to you, most of them talk to your partner Emily and congratulate her on "her" victory. You learn that your agent is a partner of Emily's agent.

You realize that in this world you are nothing more than an object, no one considers you as a true person but everyone seems bent on being your friend tough, you could get used to this, in time even make something for yourself with the power you wield over these women. You could be a good slut.

After the party you get invited to a restaurant in town, it's a fancy place and you are alone with a large group of women. They are really important people apparently, one of them is the leader of the Mr. Dick contest, another is a local political figure and yet another is a rich business woman and it goes on and on.

You are wearing a pair of male shorts that are so fine you feel naked, the woman sitting next to you talks to you about the city you are in, apparently Amazonia is the capital of this country and it's an important historic center. As she talk she puts her hand on your lap. You look at her but you don't do anything to stop her yet.