CATEGORY COUPLE
You stood on the podium in third place, chest still pumped from the heavyweight division, medal hanging heavy between your pecs. But your eyes were glued to them — the two beasts who took first and second.
The guy in the black trunks was pure aggression, thick as hell, veins popping everywhere. The one in yellow was just as massive, cocky grin on his face.
They didn’t give a damn about the crowd. Right there on stage they pulled each other close, hands grabbing asses and chests, and kissed hard like they owned the whole fucking venue. Tongues out, bodies pressed, sweat mixing between their massive muscles. The audience went wild.
After the photos, they walked straight to you, still breathing heavy.
“You looked good up there, third place,” the black trunks guy said, voice deep and rough. He slapped your shoulder hard. “But the competition ain't over yet.”
The yellow trunks guy smirked, grabbing your waist. “Come back to our place. We’ll make it worth it.”
You should’ve said no. But your cock was already half-hard in your posing trunks.
At their apartment they didn’t waste time. They stripped you down, hands all over your body, squeezing your pecs and ass like they owned you.
“You’re built like a fucking tank,” black trunks growled, pushing you onto the bed. He shoved his thick cock down your throat while yellow trunks spread your legs and ate your ass like a starving man. Their mouths were rough, hungry, tongues everywhere.
Then they took turns fucking you.
The champion went first, slamming into your hole raw and deep, grunting like an animal while yellow trunks fed you his cock. They switched, pounding you harder, muscles slapping against your body, sweat pouring off all three of you. You came hands-free the first time, moaning around a dick while your ass got wrecked.
They kept going. Aggressive. Manly. Kissing you between rounds, calling you their “sexy bronze medal boy.”
By the end you were a shaking, cum-covered mess. Both of them had unloaded in your ass and mouth multiple times. You lay there between their massive bodies, breathing in their sweat and musk, completely wrecked.
The champion kissed your forehead, rough hand stroking your chest.
“You’re part of the category couple now,” he said with a grin.
His partner laughed and squeezed your thigh. “Welcome to the winners’ circle, third place.”
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