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Subject: {ASSM} Winners and Losers 05 (MM-anal, MM-bukkake)
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If you have missed the previous instalments the premise of the story is 
that after a football match, the losing team must provide sexual relief 
for the victorious players.

Previous chapters for Winners and Losers are at 
http://bawdybloke.com/tag/winnersandlosers/

* * * * *

After our victorious match against The Cock Inn, the team played South 
End Harriers, who beat us 5-0 in a pre-season friendly. They were 
unbeaten so far in the league season and had clearly marked us down as a 
guaranteed three points but Dmitri scored the winner in a 2-1 win. I 
felt imperious as my dick slid past the lips of the smarmy sod who 
forced me to fellate him in his team's victory a few weeks previous.

The gagging of the footballer as I rammed my cock into his mouth and 
gripped the back of his head to impale my erection deep into him was 
fantastic. I felt invincible, before flipping the angry man onto his 
front and thrusting my cock deep into his barely lubricated arse: his 
choice, not mine.

The hot stream of pleasure built as he wailed and squealed. Their 
unbeaten record had not seen anyone in that team have to succumb to the 
losers under the league's plans, and he wasn't taking his buggery like a 
man.

Every angry cry was met with a threat or abuse, and I responded to every 
unwarranted word with deeper and deeper thrusts. I revelled as my 
powerful grip on his waist helped me pound his arse to my scintillating 
climax; grunting as my cock spasmed with glorious sensations.

He left our changing room sheepishly, and I was certain that our return 
match later in the season would be a feisty affair.

Indeed, the notoriety of the league's plan had certainly spread and I 
was interviewed on an Internet radio station. My girlfriend teased me 
relentlessly afterwards, suggesting that I got my fame by sucking men's 
cocks, which wasn't totally untrue.

I was glad she was OK with what we did; she said she found it "funny" 
but in truth I know it made her horny. Me recalling what I did in the 
changing rooms always made her feel flushed and we'd finish the evening 
in the bedroom fucking like rabbits. Combined with the football matches, 
I was getting a lot of sex, one way or another!

We, as a couple, also spent some time with Dmitri and Sam: we lived 
close to each other and the two women had a shared hobby in jewellery 
making, ensuring that they became friends quickly. This also helped 
Dmitri and I to become mates, which helped the team with our burgeoning 
understanding as the midfield axis.

We took a break from the league games for the following weekend with a 
cup game against a lower division side  -" Majestic Amateurs. They had 
travelled around twenty miles to our ground and their team appeared to 
be made up of overweight middle-aged men. They were rooted to the bottom 
of their league. This was no great surprise.

The league authorities were keen to throw in some interesting variations 
during the season, and a couple of weeks after the successful public sex 
shows, the first round cup games would be used for a "bukkake the losing 
captain."

Our captain, the blue-eyed stocky central defender was unmoved by this 
decree as our manager read the league notice in the changing room; if we 
could not beat a lower league side in the cup then we all had big problems.

Indeed, the game was a little cagey for the first half-an-hour; what 
they lacked in fitness and skill they made up for with enthusiasm, 
charging around the pitch with wild abandon and throwing themselves in 
front of crosses and shots. Dmitri opened the scoring, before our star 
striker added a couple more in the second half to finish a comfortable 
3-0 victory.

It was good-natured and fun; their team hadn't expected to win and both 
teams piled into our cramped changing rooms to witness the humiliation 
of Paul, their captain. He laughed and joked with us all; he expected to 
be doing something, and knelt on the floor by the drain with his faded 
light green top on, while a couple of his team-mates got him to pose for 
pictures.

It didn't feel like we were seizing victory or forcing a punishment onto 
him, because we weren't. This wasn't the humiliation it sounded like; he 
was taking it in his stride. But as we lined up around him, I realised 
that him and his team were used to dishing out sexual favours for poor 
footballing ability. This was part of their football matchday now: play 
football, lose, give blowjobs. They knew nothing else.

Our captain slid his shorts to one side. The loser's eyes widened as the 
cock bobbed in front of him, moving forward to kiss the tip. "You're 
such a fucking slut," one of his team-mates called. "Suck it!"

And he did, sliding his mouth over the tip and gleefully running his 
tongue over the slit, causing Ralph to groan instinctively. So often did 
he have to blow the winners that I don't think he wanted to do anything 
any differently. Instead as Ralph's loins convulsed with pleasure, and 
his prick twitched, he pulled out of Paul's mouth and coated his face 
with his pearly jism.

Lee was next. The losing captain licked his lips of the male cum on his 
face and then impaled his mouth on our young striker's prick. It was 
hot; the room was full of groaning and squealing, grunting and heavy 
breathing. Jostling too; we all wanted to watch as the loser's hands 
felt for the dicks in our hands and started jerking them as his eyes 
focused on Lee's pubic hair and his mouth around his cock.

My erection was clear, my arousal desperate. As Dimitri blew his load 
over Paul, covering his hair and his face in cum, the rotund captain 
took my prick in his hand. I mewed slightly as his fingers rubbed the 
swell of my cock, panting as his tongue flicked at my frenulum. He knew 
how to excite a man, and I involuntarily ground my hips as his mouth 
worked eagerly on my cock.

His movements sent ripples through my body: my mind agog with the 
liberating energy flowing from my prick. He sensed the spasming in my 
cock, the quiver in the mews of my voice and the tensing of my muscles, 
sliding my prick from his mouth and clamping his fingers over my 
glistening cock.

He pumped, sliding his hands down my shaft as I rode my climax; 
savouring the swell of arousal until it peaked into a cyclone of 
pleasure and relief, sweeping through my body and expelling several 
waves of cum onto the gooey face of the loser.

He looked like a glazed doughnut, the sheet of cum dripping from his 
face and onto his shirt; wet patches adorned his clothing with the 
biggest dollop over his team's badge.

He looked a mess, but I wasn't the last. Several more men, including our 
coach and the referee, had cocks slipped between the sucking lips of 
Paul before coating his glistening face with another dose of cum. He 
must have felt the rivers of silky goo sliding down his face, the masses 
of splotches in his hair and the dozens of wet patches on this clothes 
as he finished.

A few more pictures for his humiliation and he was done. "Thanks guys!" 
Was all he said as he left, leaving me unsure if he was gay or just a 
very good sport. Either way, it was three victories on the bounce for us 
and our away trip to top-of-the-table inner-city AFC Kerlon couldn't 
have come at a better time.

We were confident, we were sated and we were going to win!

To be continued ...

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