Spoils of Victory

“I think I might give you to my hockey team.”

You hesitate, pint glass halfway to your lips. Blink slowly. Lift, sip, swallow. Set it down in front of you.

“Go on.”

“After our next game. I might give you to them.”

“Give me how?”

I shrug and reach for my own pint.

“However they want you. I guess it depends.”

“On what?”

You get like this sometimes. Deadpan. Non-committal. Like you’re waiting to be impressed – or surprised. It’s hotter – and less maddening – than it should be.

I feel a grin split my face. Fine, have it your way. I spread my hands wide and shrug.

“On whether we win or lose.”

You raise an eyebrow and drain the rest of your pint. Use the table to push yourself up.

“Right, I’m going for a piss. Back in a sec.”

~

I can feel the beer buzz hours later as I slip into bed beside you. My cock presses against your ass and I pull back, gently rolling over so I can wank quietly in the darkness.

“I’m still awake, you know.”

“Oh! Sorry. Do you want to…”

“I want you to tell me what happens if you win. And what happens if you lose.”

I turn round again and prop myself up on one elbow as your fingers reach for my warm, spit-slick semi.

“Ok then. Though you may have to go easy if you want me to finish.”

“So to speak. I make no promises. Now tell me.”

Still deadpan. Less non-committal. It’s a start.

“Fine. Well you’ve seen us play – we normally win. And I’m thinking the boys deserve to be rewarded for that, so I should give you to them as a prize.”

You shuffle closer, till your lips are inches from my chest as your hands go to work. I stare out of the window, then shut my eyes and try to picture it. All the little details.

“I might bring you in while they’re getting changed after the game. The locker room has benches all the way round it. An open shower block at one end. No-one’s shy.”

“I know – you told me.” Your voice is barely a whisper. “I think about it often.”

“It gets chaotic in there. Sweaty kit strewn over the floor. Steam from the showers. Lots of chat. Everyone gets involved. Some of it can be pretty crude, but not in a bad way. We all know it’s just boys being boys.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying they might not even notice you at first. You’ll get a chance to take it all in. Some guys still stripping off. Others lined up under the shower heads, naked and soapy. A couple already done, walking across the room with their dicks swinging in front of them.”

“Who’s normally done first?”

“It varies. But Sean’s not one for hanging around. You know Sean? The blonde guy who plays on the wing. Banker wanker – fucking loaded, and thinks he’s better at hockey than he is. Good guy though. I think he likes to shower first so the rest of us get a good look at his cock.”

“It’s big then.” You pause. You’re thinking about something. “How big?”

“Huh. Big enough. I’m thinking Vijay might be out quickly too. He’s the one we drove to the game a few weeks ago. Plays at the back with me. For ages we thought he was gay, but then he got really drunk at our team curry and yeah – turns out it really is always the quiet ones.”

You squeeze my cock impatiently.

“Sorry. So anyway, I don’t think I’d have to say much. You know half the guys are hot for you already. But I’d want to strip you myself. Maybe you’re in a short dress – short enough that they’ve been checking you out on the sideline during the match, waiting for it to ride up when you move. And you know I’ll be horny as fuck doing it. Watching them get hard as I peel your dress off and yank your bra down under your tits.”

“You think that’ll get their attention?” Another squeeze, softer this time.

“I don’t think there’ll be anyone left in the shower block, put it that way. I’ve told them how greedy you are for dick – what, don’t look at me like that. What do you think we talk about? They know what you can do with your mouth, so I’m thinking a few might want you to show them.”

“On my knees?”

“Of course. Maybe on the pile of shirts in the middle of the room – that way everyone else can watch while they wait their turn. Sean and Vijay can go first. Actually, scratch that. I want to see you with someone who hasn’t showered yet. Mark likes to take his time after the game – and if we’ve won, there’s a fair chance he’s scored most of the goals, so it’s right that he gets to kick things off.”

“Tell me about Mark…”

“Oh yeah, he’s only just back from injury – I guess you haven’t met him yet. Mark’s a fucking assassin. Doesn’t say much off the pitch, but on it he’s ruthless. Maybe the most competitive person I’ve ever met. Used to box at one of the rougher London gyms, so his body is ridiculous.”

“Sounds like sucking him off would be a treat.”

You reach for lube and slide a finger down between my legs, till it’s pressed against my asshole.

“For both of you. And for everyone else, I reckon. Competence is always sexy. Though he’d put you through your paces – I’ve heard he’s pretty rough in bed.”

“I could take it. You know I could.”

“I do. That’s why I really want to see him do it while he’s still sweaty and pumped up from the game. See him grab your hair and pull you onto his dick. Rub it over your face, till there’s spit and pre-cum on your cheeks and up your nose. Shove it all the way to the back of your throat while you claw at his thighs. I want to hear you squeak and moan, and watch the guys around you start to wank at the sight of it.”

“You think they would?”

“For sure. Some of them, anyway. Josh and…yeah, Andy. They’re both filthy little fuckers. You asked about Sean’s dick, but Andy’s might be visible from space. He’d want you to see it – to know it was ready for you.”

Your middle finger eases into my ass. I glance down. Your face is pale in the moonlight, and still perfectly composed. Your nipples though… Yeah. Next time we play poker, I’m stripping you naked before the game.

“I may be the captain, but I’m not going to tell them how to do this. If Andy wants to fuck you while Mark’s got his cock in your throat, that’s his call. Not like your cunt won’t be dripping by that point, so he might as well put it to good use. He can dick you from behind, and maybe that’ll be enough to make Mark pull out and jizz on your face. Josh too.”

“What do you mean, Josh too?”

“Last week he sent a bukkake clip to the WhatsApp group, so I reckon he’s into that. Don’t worry, he’s young – he’ll get hard again quickly enough. And it’ll be a free-for-all by that point.”

“Jizz everywhere.”

“Jizz everywhere. On your face. In your hair. Running down your neck. Smeared over your tits. Of course the others are going to want their turn. Could get really messy, really quickly.”

You tug at my dick, thumbing the tip as you bring it towards your belly. I close my eyes and swallow, determined to ignore the clear suggestion.

“If you haven’t played competitive sport, you don’t realise just how good winning feels. How amped-up everyone is afterwards. You should be tired – you should be about to drop – but somehow none of that matters. You’re ready for anything. And they’d be ready for you.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“I’m always ready. But if we win that game, I’m going to step back and let them have you. Two, three, four of them at a time. A dick in your mouth, a dick in your cunt, and whatever else you can take – wherever you can take it. Hands all over that fucking tight body, leaving bruises and finger marks that you’ll still be finding in the shower a week later.”

You wriggle down the bed, your hands abandoning my cock and focusing instead on working a second finger into my ass. Your distraction techniques may not be subtle, but they’re no less effective for it.

“There’s a reason we win so many games. We’re not the most talented team in the league, but we’re close. I’m proud of my boys – they’re a solid bunch. That’s why I know they’d love sharing you like that. Egging each other on. Even when your cunt is sore, and your thighs are covered in spunk. Even when the back of your throat is bruised from taking so much dick, and your ass cheeks are red. Even then – they’ll want more. And I’ll let them have it.”

“Fuck. For how long?”

“Does that matter? You know I’ll take good care of you. How much harder do you think their dicks will get if they see you absolutely losing it as you’re getting nailed from behind? Doesn’t matter whether it’s Sean or Vijay. Josh or Andy. Lee or Dev. At some point, you’re going to come so hard that you forget everything except the dick inside you, and when that happens I want you to know how horny every single fucking person in that room is for your body.”

“How horny-“

“Yes. How horny I am for you too. And when it’s over – when you’re in the shower block after they’ve gone, washing cum out of your hair and off your skin, noticing each scratch, each first blooming bruise – that’s when I’ll come in and find you.”

“Just find me?”

“Find you and kiss the top of your head. The back of your neck. Stroke your hair and press you gently into the cold tiles as the water soaks your body. Pull your ass towards me and spread it open like you’re doing with mine right now.”

Your fingers stop their probing and slowly withdraw. Your lips are inches from my cock.

“Because before I get dressed. Before I join the others in the bar. Before we drink beer and talk about the game and talk about you. Before any of those things – I want to fuck your ass. Fuck your cunt. Fuck your throat. And send you out of there smelling of me again. That ok?”

Your tongue flicks out. Stops. Extends again, my cock twitching as you find the tip.

“Yes. Yes, that’s ok. I just have one question.”

My chest tightens and I push my hips toward your face. You suck contemplatively on the head, which right now is almost enough to make me come. Pulling away, you look up at me and smile.

“What happens if you lose?”