Competitive Behaviour (F/MM)

[MLMDK]

All characters are 18+, this is fiction and not based on anyone, and it's non-con but it's fiction, so doi. It's F/MM and has lots of male bondage, just so ya know.


Both Zane and Dane were rivals since high school who were provincially ranked table tennis players. Their rivalry was about 50-50, but now that they were out of high school and both in the capital city at the provincial university, their rivalry went from the table tennis court to the classroom and now to the campus bar. Zane had been there for a while with his friends and was flirting with a tall, kind of goth-looking girl named Charlene when Dane came in with two of his buddies. When he saw Zane at the pool table talking to darkly clothed babe, his competitive instinct kicked in, and immediately he made his way to the empty pool table next to Zane and his two friends. I was time to show up his rival and swoop this chick from him in front of everyone.

“I’d be careful taking billiards advice from that guy,” Dane called out as he approached the group around the pool table. “He’s not good. If I recall correctly, he’s never beaten me. Am I wrong, Zane?”

“Fuck you, Dane.”

“Sounds like someone’s scared to lose.”

“You make it sound like you beat me a million times. It’s more like three.”

“No wins is no wins, Zaney boy.”

“You’re fucking petty, dude.”

“How about winner gets to buy this beautiful woman here a beer?”

“She’s not interested, Dane.”

“Now wait a minute,” Charlene piped up. “I’d love to see a little competition. Don’t worry, Zane, we can do a best two out of three with some other games.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Zane,” Dane crowed mockingly. “We can already make an excuse for you to lose!”

Zane shuddered in embarrassment as he felt emasculated by both Charlene’s defence and Dane’s dominance in billiards. Sure enough, in record time, Dane polished off the 8-ball and sunk Zane’s hopes of winning.

“Too bad, Zaney boy. Now Ms. Charlene, may I buy you a beer?”

“I’ve got a better idea, and something better than beer. I live just around the corner. Let’s get one of those other competitions I talked about and have some of my own ‘special potion’ to get us all in the mood.”

Zane and Dane looked at each other. Despite their rivalry, they couldn’t believe their luck that they were getting invited back to this hot girl’s place over a silly game of billiards.

Zane spoke first. “Come on, Dane, I’ll make this one-to-one to shut you up then two-to-one to shut you down and send you home with your tail between your legs.”

Dane didn’t need to hear anything else. “Alright, lady, lead the way. Though I’m barely buzzing, so I really do hope you have something as good as or better than beer.”

“Oh, I make a mean drink, trust me.” Charlene slyly smiled to herself as she imagined the rest of the night in front of her. These boys didn’t know just how ‘mean’ her drinks could be. She chuckled to herself as she knew both of these amateurs wouldn’t be awake for long as they grabbed their coats. “Come on boys, let’s take the party to my place…”

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Zane and Dane awoke simultaneously as water was splashed in their faces; their faces that were mere inches apart.

“I know you two know each other, so I hope you’re close,” Charlene chimed in in an almost sing-song voice. “Because I’m willing to bet you’ve never been this close before. Look down, my little tempting twinks.”

Zane and Dane were still blinking themselves awake after passing out from … something, earlier, when they looked at each other’s stuff gagged faces. Their eyes each panned down the other’s naked and bound body until they spied their erect penises tied together with blue ribbon, gold-coloured vibrating eggs tethered atop their tips. The rivals both reviled in wide-eyed horror and began yelling at Charlene to free them, but only muffled groans could be heard.

“Sorry boys, I can’t quite make out what you’re saying. It’s so hard to understand you two when you’re chewing on each other’s undies.”

This fact only enraged the two naked, bound, and frustrated boys as they screamed even more behind the tighty whiteys stuffed in their mouths, secured with some stretchy sort of tape keeping the underwear stuffed in the boys’ cheeks.

“You two really do have a thing. I know you’ll say it’s a rivalry, but I think it’s something else. And I decided to test out what that is. But don’t worry, we still get to keep the rivalry going. Dane, you won billiards earlier. Let’s see if you can win an endurance contest too.”

Charlene tapped her smartphone and suddenly the eggs buzzed to life. Zane and Dane’s moans were more irritated and more grumbly earlier, but now they were loud and pleading. The rivals began to sweat as their loins buzzed to life with the vibrator.

As the two defeated rivals moaned, Charlene read her book of spells and potions. These idiots couldn’t even tell the difference between a goth chick and a Wiccan. Her ‘potion’ worked in incapacitating the two twinks long enough two strip them and tie them together in such a compromising position. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take to long to bring these two horny losers to erection, even while KO’d, and to tie their boners together in the ultimate indignity to two rivals. She was very pleased her plan worked out as she pressed record on her phone for a little insurance.

Zane and Dane were squealing at this point as the vibes on their tips refused to let up. Dane could only grind and moan as his eyes rolled back and the rhythm took over, and as he rubbed his member against both Zane’s and the vibe itself, his endorphins exploded … as did something else.

Charlene grinned and began to laugh. “Well Dane, looks like you came first again. Although this time, that definitely makes you the loser.” Dane wasn’t really listening as the aftershocks ripped though him while the vibe continued to torture him. Zane, too, was being tortured, as he still hadn’t released yet and was on the edge of frustration and bliss. “So, if we count billiards earlier, that means one win for Dane and one win for Zane. I wonder what we could do as a tiebreaker, hmm?” Dane had shaken himself out of his revery and gulped, thinking pessimistically about what more humiliating thing she could put them through next. Dane looked at Zane to see what he thought, but he’d have to get those thoughts later, as he saw that Zane was where he was just a few minutes ago. As Dane felt Zane explode all over his crotch, the continuing vibe, and his torso, he was cursing himself through his stuff gag that he just had to try and show up Zane earlier. Those curses turned into frustrated moans as the vibe still tortured his already spent member; Charlene simply tented her fingers and smirked, wondering what punishment she could put the two competitive little chauvinists through next…

Feel free to critique and to offer suggestions on what a third 'competition' between the two rivals might be.

[LunaDog]

Intriguing!

[MLMDK]

Intriguing!

Thanks. Anything you like in particular? Do you see it going one way or another? Anything you hope happens in Part two?

[tiedinbluetights]

Interesting start, indeed. I do like stories with magick realism. As to suggestions, I'd rather see what interesting competitive 'torments' you as he author actually come up with