Athena gets the better of you.

You’re preparing to strike as Athena approaches you when, suddenly, she drops down off the apron, landing lightly on the balls of her feet. You’re just turning around to see what she’s up to when you feel her hand grip your ankle and pull as hard as she can.

You miss a grab at the ropes for stability and go down like a a sack full of bricks, smacking your head on the apron as you go. Stars explode in front of your eyes as Athena grabs you by the head.

“Oooh, he is out!” The announcer has a front-row seat to Athena’s attack and is making the most of it. “This isn’t looking good for the challengers with both members of their team in a tough spot.”

It’s mostly accurate, but not entirely—you’re still just conscious enough to be aware of what’s going on. Athena lifts you up with some effort and steps back onto the apron, still holding your head. You’re still in a daze as she hauls you around, but it’s hard to mistake what’s about to happen when she drags your face right up to a level with Aphrodite’s ass.

You’re powerless to stop your opposite number as she moves Melody’s leg aside and forces you into a standing stinkface from her partner, who’s now dominating both of you at once. It’s impossible to see what’s going on with your face buried in between Aphrodite’s smooth cheeks, but you can hear that Melody’s moans have transformed into whimpers of submissive arousal, and you can hear seductive gloating coming from above you.

“Yessss,” Aphrodite exults. “Do you feel this, mortals? Remember it well. This is what perfection feels like.”

It’s kind of hard to deny it from where you are right now. It’s as humiliating as anything that’s ever been done to you but that ass is so smooth and firm...

And Melody seems to think her side of it is pretty close to perfect too. A breathy sigh escapes her lips and you feel Aphrodite relax, and together that can only mean that she’s finally climaxed. She’s usually much more of a screamer—Aphrodite must have done a real number on her if she doesn’t even have enough energy left to do that.

The buzzer sounds and Aphrodite steps away from Melody’s prone body, but there’s no reprieve for you. The leg that was occupied straddling your partner now sets itself in a firm, stable stance that allows her to shove her rear even further into your face.

You struggle desperately to escape, but Athena’s hands are holding you there firmly: you’re not escaping this until they allow it. To your shame—and the delight of the Goddesses and the crowd—your cock stirs and twitches despite yourself, tenting your tight briefs.

“It looks as though your victim is enjoying himself,” Athena mocks, actually giggling a little bit.

“They always do,” Aphrodite replies smugly, and with that boast to punctuate your defeat, the buzzer goes off a second time.

Athena lifts you into the ring as Aphrodite steps away from you and rolls you over to lie next to Melody. You make quite a pair—flat on your backs, your erection sticking straight up in the air as it strains against your clothes, her pussy exposed to the crowd and still dripping in the aftermath of her orgasm.

The Goddesses join each other in the ring to loom over your defeated bodies as the crowd goes wild for the humiliation they’ve just visited on you and Melody, exchanging a deep kiss in celebration.

The two of you are quick to get up, but before you do, you share a look that elegantly conveys what both of you are feeling right now:

Well, fuck.

Your team loses 2 points for domination.