Going for Gold

by Ivy Smoak

  I was surprised to see Owen Harris still behind stage peeping out through the curtain. He should have been out there with Alina getting her scores. And why is her dance music playing again?

  Owen Harris pushed on his ear piece and leaned down towards the microphone on his label, speaking way faster than I had ever heard him speak on air. "I don't know what the hell to do! Should I try to stop it?"

  Shit. He could only be talking about one thing.

  I found a break in the curtains and peered through. The naked dancers were all standing in a line. Alina was on her knees in front of one of them, her red, white, and blue lips wrapped around his cock as she bobbed up and down on his length.

  Fuck! I pushed the curtain back and started to run out on stage, but Tim grabbed my hand to stop me.

  "Dude, just wait a second," said Tim. "Any second now he's going to tell her that he's not you and she'll stop blowing him. You going out there and making a scene will just ruin her shot at gold."

  I pushed him off of me. "So I'm just supposed to sit here and watch while Alina sucks some other guy's cock?"

  "Yeah, what's the big deal? I told you that the guys are disease free and all have nice big penises. Just sit back and enjoy the show, and afterwards she'll really owe you something good."

  "Why is them having big penises a good thing? And you totally would have been okay with this if it was Kristen?"

  "Of course. Women have needs, and watching them get those needs fulfilled is a beautiful thing. You like porn, don't you?"

  "Not really, and especially not when it's Alina and some other guy!"

  "Relax, dude. She doesn't even know who those guys are. She just thinks she's blowing you right now. God, men can be so possessive sometimes. You should just think of it as a performance."

  How is this happening right now? I thought Alina was super into me. Then I remembered what I had said to her right before the performance. "I want you to do whatever it takes to beat Gabriela, even if it means showing the entire world your ass." There was no way that she could have taken that to mean that she should blow all the backup dancers, right? Shit. I also said I might not be able to wait for her to get off stage before having sex with her. Fuck!

  "Look at what Alina wishes she was doing to you right now," Tim said and slapped me on the back. "You're a lucky man."

  Alina pulled back and licked the length of the backup dancer's cock before standing up. Thank God it's over. But it wasn't. She started dancing with the guy to her right and then she turned around and started grinding on him.

  His hands immediately grabbed her hips. They stayed there for a second before they wandered up and squeezed her breasts.

  "What the fuck is he doing?" I asked.

  Tim smiled. "She thinks that guy is you now. I gave each dancer just enough information about your relationship with her to fool her."

  "What is wrong with you?!"

  "What do you mean? It's going really well. Kristen has been super horny because of their sex ban, so I figured Alina would be too. Apparently I was right. Everything is going according to plan."

  I didn't know what to do. I couldn't mess up the dance. Em's life depended on it. But I also couldn't just stand here and let a guy that Alina thought was me take advantage of her. "I can't watch her suck another man's dick, Tim."

  "Don't worry, that's not the plan."

  "What do you mean?"

  Tim just smiled and pointed to the stage. I looked back over at Alina. A second later, the guy pushed on Alina's back to bend her over even further. Jesus.

  "Fode-la!" yelled someone in the crowd.

  "What does that mean?" I asked.

  "I'm not sure."

  "Hopefully they're telling them to stop."

  Alina started to stand up and for a second I thought it was over. Until the guy ripped her thong off and bent her over again. His hands slid down to her ass, caressing it as his massive erection waited eagerly an inch away from her pussy.

  "Fuck this, I have to stop him," I said.

  "Just don't take your mask off. I forgot to replace my name with yours on the final roster, so if you show your face, Alina could be disqualified. And dance, Bryce. You have to keep dancing."

  I sprinted onto the stage.

  Chapter 41

  Sunday

  Alina

  "Fode-la, fode-la!"

  I knew I shouldn't do it. I liked Bryce, but this might not be him. This man who was claiming to be Bryce wasn't wearing protection. And we were in front of thousands of people. Oh God. Is this still being broadcast all over the world? I looked out at the cameras, at the judges, at the audience, and at the jumbotrons. On the TVs, I could see myself in perfect detail bent over in front of a row of my dancers. I hadn't realized it before, but they were all moving their hips doing some strange two step dance thing, keeping up with the idea that the performance was still going. Or is it really still going? Is Tim really this big of a pervert? Is Bryce? The real Bryce had a chance to stop this. Apparently this was what he wanted. Is it what I want?

  The backup dancers were all completely nude except for their faces being covered by the remains of their American flag morph suits. The morph suits that Gabriela had tampered with to try to torpedo my performance. The thought of her made my blood boil. And then a wonderful thought crossed my mind. What if she actually screwed herself? What if getting fucked on stage is exactly what I need to do to win gold?

  I glanced up at the screen again. It was a perfect side view of me bent over. The guy behind me had my hips firmly in the grasp of his muscular arms. His abs glistened in the lights shining on stage. And his cock. God, his cock was huge. Way longer than Chris', and way thicker. All I had to do was arch my back a little more and move back an inch and I'd get to feel his length slide into me.

  "Fode-la!"

  Get a grip, Alina! You can't fuck Bryce in front of all these people! Especially if it's not Bryce!

  As a world class athlete, I always thought I had impressive self control. I didn't like running or waking up early, yet I made myself get up every morning to go for a jog. I was able to resist the comfort of sleeping in and spending the morning snuggled up inside with a nice cup of coffee. But there were some things that the human body just isn't wired to resist. After not having sex for four weeks, saying no to his throbbing cock was as difficult as a parched wanderer in the Sahara denying himself a canteen of water, or a long haul truck driver who had been awake for 48 hours saying no to a warm, fluffy bed. I had a hunger, and my brain wouldn't let me say no when it was this close to be being satiated.

  I made one final stand against my libido with the thought of unplanned pregnancy, but my subconscious squashed that objection by reminding me that I'm on birth control.

  "It's me, Alina," Bryce said from behind me. "We can beat Gabriela. Just trust me."

  I arched my back and turned to face the man behind me. Please be Bryce. "Fuck me."

  He didn't hesitate for even a second. The muscles in his arms rippled as he grabbed my hips harder and thrust into me.

  "Oh God," I moaned. After being denied sex for four weeks, feeling his cock push into me was the best fucking feeling in the world. I bent over more and pushed on the floor, forcing him deeper inside of me until he couldn't go any further.

  He groaned behind me.

  The crowd roared with approval. Holy shit, the crowd. I looked out at the thousands of people in the audience, but I couldn't really make out any of their faces. The bright lights shining down on the stage made it nearly impossible to see anything in the audience except for silhouettes.

  Bryce pulled out so that the tip of his erection was rubbing against my clit and then thrust back in. Pleasure shot through me, building with each thrust. It was everything I had imagined and more.

  "Dude, is he fucking her?" asked one of the other dancers.

  Oh God, I'm still on stage.

  "Yes I am," said Bryce. He slammed into me again.

  Yes!

  "I guess
it's a go then? I'd love to feel her tight pussy next."

  What's a go? I turned to look at him. All the backup dancers did back flips and then started doing something way more elaborate. It was so hard to focus on what they were doing when Bryce was having his way with me. His fingertips dug into my skin. God. Wait, was this whole thing planned? All the backup dancers were dancing in perfect rhythm.

  "Can I fuck her next?" asked another guy.

  I turned to look at him. For some reason I expected to see his face, but of course, I couldn't. All I could see were his model-like muscles and throbbing erection.

  "No," I moaned. "Just Bryce."

  "I'm Bryce, baby." He ran his finger down my spine, sending chills through my whole body.

  Shit! I looked behind me at the man fucking me. His powerful hands dug into my hips harder with every thrust. "Does that mean you're not Bryce?"

  "We're all Bryce, Alina."

  Chapter 42

  Sunday

  Bryce

  What the hell is happening right now? As far as I knew, Alina was a sweet girl who had only slept with Chris before today, and now here she was wearing heels, a garter belt, and pasties getting fucked from behind in front of a live audience plus millions of people watching on TV.

  I thought about tackling the guy who was fucking her, but that would have led to an awkward nude wrestling match, and that wouldn't be cool. I decided to take the calmer route.

  I pushed a few guys out of the way until I was standing right next to Alina.

  "Alina, stop. I'm Bryce," I said.

  Just as Alina turned her head to look at me, the guy fucking her thrust into her hard. Her eyes got wide and she moaned. "Bryce!" she said in between more moans.

  And then she finally stood up and pushed the guy off of her. She put her hand on her hip and looked me up and down.

  I couldn't help but look her up and down too. Now that she wasn't bent over with some other guy, I could fully appreciate her beauty. The whole outfit was perfect. The red, white, and blue lipstick, the blue stars on her tits, and especially the garter belt and stockings that framed her ass and pussy perfectly.

  Her eyes locked on my erection. She took a step forward and traced her index finger down my abs and along the length of my penis. Fuck yes. She swayed her hips slightly as she lowered herself to her knees. My eyes were fixated on her lips as they approached my cock.

  Oh my God. I was really just trying to get all this to stop, but now that she was so close to blowing me, I wasn't sure I could resist.

  "So you're Bryce?" she asked, looking up at my masked face.

  "Yes."

  I expected to feel her lips on my cock, but instead she stood back up.

  "Of course you're going to say you're Bryce," she said. "I know how this game works. You're all Bryce."

  "No, really. I'm Bryce. Alina, you have to believe me. These guys are just fucking with you."

  "Keep dancing, asshole," one of the other backup dancers whispered to me as he danced past me.

  Fuck off!

  "Okay, then take your mask off and prove it," Alina said.

  Shit. "I can't do that." I couldn't risk us getting disqualified.

  "Of course you can't, because you're not really Bryce." She was starting to look exasperated. "How am I supposed to know if no one will tell me?" She turned around. The two guys next to her each grabbed one of her hands, making her wrap her fingers around their cocks. She started stroking them up and down. One of them reacted by squeezing her breasts.

  Jealousy boiled inside of me. It was so hard to prevent myself from punching him, but I had to restrain myself. Alina winning gold and keeping Em safe were more important than my jealousy.

  "This is all part of the dance, baby," the guy next to her said. "I promise that I'm Bryce. This is what I want. This is what the judges want."

  I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to kill all of these assholes. "It's not what I fucking want." I stepped forward to punch the guy that was grabbing her perfect tits. But another dancer stepped in front of me.

  "Calm the fuck down and keep dancing," he whispered. "You're messing up the choreography."

  Maybe I should just kill Tim.

  The next thing I knew, the backup dancers were lifting Alina up. They spun around with her in the air as they danced toward the spinning platform.

  Oh God, what the fuck are they planning to do with the turn table? My thought process momentarily stopped as I looked up at her. She was perfect. She was perfect and she thought that this was what I wanted. Why the hell would I want her to be gangbanged in front of millions of TV viewers? I thought about when she had wanted to have sex with me after my race. About how I had turned her down. If I had given in, none of this would be happening. She wouldn't be so horny that she couldn't think straight. I had just wanted her to be able to trust me. And now she trusted me so much that she was willing to do all this for me? This is all my fucking fault.

  One of the guys whispered something in Alina's ear as they set her down in front of the turn table. She smiled and walked up the stairs onto the rotating platform. She stopped in the middle and faced out into the audience with both hands on her hips. All of the other backup dancers spread out around the platform, dancing around it. And at the same time, they all reached down and spun.

  I ran over to the the spinning platform. "What are you guys doing?" I asked one of the other dancers as I started mimicking the weird dance that they were all doing around the platform.

  "Whoever it lands on gets to fuck her next," the guy behind me said.

  I never knew how disgusting Tim was. I looked up at Alina. There was only a one in eight chance that the wheel would land on me, which meant that the odds were heavily in favor of me having to stand there and watch Alina fuck yet another guy.

  Tim's words played in my head. Just think of it as a performance. I shook my head. No fucking way. I turned and punched the guy next to me. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from the spinning platform. No one else was having sex with Alina but me.

  Chapter 43

  Sunday

  Alina

  I stared straight ahead at the judges. The three male judges seemed to be enjoying my performance. As for the two women, Mi-sook Park looked absolutely disgusted, but Corinne Bellerose, the French magazine editor, was harder to read. My lowest score would be dropped, so as long as four out of five of them enjoyed it, I'd have a good shot at winning gold. French people are free with their bodies, right? Maybe there's a chance Corinne will like it.

  I watched the cocks go by as I spun in circles. Oh God. Soon one of them would be deep inside of me, and I was completely powerless to choose which one. Not that it mattered anyway. I still had no idea which one was Bryce. I had decided to pretend like they were all Bryce. After all, it seemed like that was what he wanted. At first I thought it was a misunderstanding, but the longer it went on and he didn't stop it, I started to think that he must have planned it with Tim. Maybe Tim had convinced him that devil's threesomes were actually awesome. He had told me to do "whatever it takes" to beat Gabriela and hinted that he was going to fuck me on stage. He was way kinkier than I had realized.

  The platform started to slow. I glanced to my left to see where it was going to stop. And I noticed that two men had started fighting off to the side. Was that part of the dance? Maybe a display of passion? One of them ran back and pushed his way into where he thought the platform might land. It looked like he was the guy who had most recently claimed to be Bryce. Is he actually Bryce? He sounded like Bryce, but if he really was, why would he have refused to take his mask off? Either way, his body was super hot and his penis was one of the biggest, so I kind of hoped the platform would land on him.

  "Well, Bryce," I said with air quotes as the platform rotated in front of him. "Looks like it might be your lucky day."

  "Don't think so," said the guy next to him. The platform had rotated slightly past "Bryce" and came to a stop in front of this other man.
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br />   The guy who had most recently claimed to be Bryce pushed the guy who the platform had landed on away and took a swing at his face. The other guy dodged to the side with a fancy back flip.

  Yup, this was all definitely choreographed.

  "I guess I win then," the guy who was now closest to where the platform landed said. I expected him to walk over to the stairs to get up on the platform, but instead he just jumped right up. Before I could drop to my knees to suck him off, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up with my legs on either side of him. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to have you," he whispered in my ear.

  "Bryce? Is that really you?" I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  "Fuck yes, baby," he said as he guided me onto his cock.

  Oh my God. I dropped my head back. I noticed that all the backup dancers were dancing around the platform again. But right now I didn't care about anything. I closed my eyes. It felt so good to have another cock inside of me. I had been so close to orgasming when "Bryce" stopped me.

  With his hands firmly grabbing my ass, he slid me up and down on his shaft. "Fuck you're so tight," he groaned.

  "Dude, you don't get to have all the fun," called one of the other men from around the platform.

  Is he really going to agree to stop so soon?

  "One sec." He bounced me up and down on his cock a few more times before pulling out and laying me down on my back so that my head was hanging off the side of the platform. He grabbed my knees to spread my legs. And then his cock was inside me again and his finger was massaging my clit.

  Holy fuck this feels so good.

  The guy closest to me on the edge of the platform grabbed it and rotated it until his cock slapped me in the face. "It's me, Alina," he said and pressed the tip of his penis against my lips. I didn't hesitate to wrap my lips around the head of his penis. He pushed himself into my mouth slowly and let me caress his tip with my tongue. I was grateful that he didn't just shove the entire thing down my throat, because he certainly could have if he wanted to.