[SS-1602] Plugged Race

PLUGGED RACE

You thought this was just some regular marathon.

You show up in your white shorts, not really knowing what to expect. You’re surrounded by guys—jacked, tan, shirtless. Their legs are thick, their chests dripping with sweat, their crotches bouncing with every warm-up step. Some are already wearing tiny black trunks that leave their asses and bulges almost completely exposed. And they keep glancing at you. Smirking.

One guy walks by real close. You feel his thigh brush yours. He smells like sweat and something else. He looks you up and down and mutters, “You’re still empty, huh?”

You’re like, “Huh??”

Then you see the sign:

BLACK TRUNKS DIVISION

Run with it inside you. Finish, and get the real prize.

You ask someone. They laugh. “You get plugged. Deep. While you run. And if it stays in ‘til the finish line—you get the black medal. And a little something more after.”

You feel your cock twitch.

Next thing you know, your white shorts are gone. You’re standing half-naked, holding a tight black trunk in one hand, and some guy with gloves is lubing you up from behind. You gasp when he pushes it in—slow and snug. It fits. Too well. You clench around it. It hums.

The trunks go on. Barely. You’re already half-hard.

The race starts. You run.

Each step makes it move inside you. It rubs perfectly. It’s torture. Your cock keeps twitching, leaking into the fabric. You’re panting by the second kilometer. Moaning under your breath. You see the other guys—sweating, bulging, some of them with their mouths hanging open in desperate pleasure. One guy's biting his lip so hard it looks like he might cry.

That guy from earlier runs next to you again. He grins. “Don’t come before the finish. Or you’re out.”

Your whole body clenches.

It’s insane. You’re sweating buckets. Your abs are flexing nonstop. Your cock keeps pressing against the wet inside of your trunks. Your hole tightens around the toy. You almost trip from how good it feels.

But you keep running.

You cross the line shaking.

They catch you, take you behind a tent. Someone whispers, “You made it. You get your reward.”

The plug comes out slow. So slow. You gasp. Your whole body is vibrating. Then you feel hands on your waist. Familiar ones. That guy. He pulls you close, presses his cock against your soaked trunk.

“Now we really start,” he says.

And you’re so ready for it.

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