CFNM Revenge Tales by AJ Gray Page A

into her headset, above the din of the cheering and
jeering of the crowd.
    Jack had two options,
fall and protect his modesty or continue on and take the points. The competitor
in him kicked in. He swung on, him and his little todger, much to the amusement
of the thousands of people watching in the arena and the thousands more back
home on television. And of course Rachael who was revelling in her revenge.
    When Jack got to the
platform he was greeted by smiling, leggy Lizzy, who was slightly flummoxed by
having star quarterback Jack Luscombe naked before her.
    “That was very um, er,
revealing,” she said, searching for the right words, as she looked him up and
down.
    Jack was covering his
crown Jules with his hands, but the big screen was repeatedly replaying the
moment of his exposure and the shot of his small penis, much to the delighted
crowd.
    “But you got there in
the end,” finished Lizzy recovering some composure.
    “Yeah,” replied Jack
sheepishly, still breathing heavily and blushing from head to toe. “It
obviously didn’t quite go to plan,” he muttered for once lost for words.
    “I’ll say, but you
gave us a great show,” said beaming Lizzy seeing Jack edge away, clearly
desperate to end the interview.
    Lizzy was enjoying
this way too much to end it just yet.
    “And what about your
opponent, was he a big pussycat, he certainly shredded your clothing,” she said
lifting her hand claw like and laughing.
    “Oh yeah yeah, he um,
put up a good fight,” said Jack monosyllabically.
    “You might want to
even up that tan,” she said pointing a finger at his groin.
    Jack raised his
eyebrows unimpressed.
    “Well I’ll let you put
some clothes on and cover up, much to the displeasure of all the ladies out
there. Like I said great show out there.”
    “Thanks,” said Jack
deflated, quickly moving to the ladder and getting down off the platform and
away from the thousands of prying eyes still on him.
    Lizzy got to see
Jack’s ass, naked and bare this time. ‘Who would have thought it,’ she thought
smiling, looking over to the monitor for a second viewing. After Jack had
descended the ladder he stormed off down the tunnel. Someone from the show
passed him a towel as he did so, which he took ungratefully, muttering curse
words, irate at what had just happened.
    Little did he realise
it, but that person was his fellow college alumni Rachael. She watched as he
covered himself and disappeared off to the changing area, a broad smile spread
across her face. Now they were finally even.
    That night Rachael
learned that viewing figures had gone through the roof, due to Jack’s little
costume malfunction. The show was a huge success, and for Rachael the catalyst
for a long and successful career in the television industry. Jack would
continue his success in major league football, but for the rest of his life
would be dogged by comments related to the size of his manhood. The clip from
the show never tired and became something of a classic on blooper shows.

 
 

The Slave Auction
*****

 
    “Knees up, push harder, harder, harder,”
shouted Marco.
    Rosie dug deep,
feeling the burn in her legs. Having already lunged, squatted, pushed and
pulled herself through a vigorous workout routine, she was on her final
exercise, the running machine.
    “Keep pushing, another
thirty seconds,” said Marco, her personal trainer overseeing things, admittedly
enjoying putting Rosie through her paces.
    He’d worked at the gym
for a little over two years and in that time worked with clients of all ages,
sizes and shapes. But nothing compared to having an attractive, nubile young
thing like Rosie before him. He admired her slim, toned body for a moment. It
was encased in only small black shorts and a tiny tight vest top, baring her
flat smooth midriff. She was a natural beauty. Days like today made his job all
worth it.
    “Twenty more seconds,
twenty more seconds,” he yelled, pushing the speed button on the