The Bet That Subdued the Undefeated Champions

Nadia intended to demand that the pact be carried out point by point, without discounts or mercy. That was what they had signed it for.

A couple of months later, Coach Hugo had to sit down with his four fighters and explain it to them. They listened in disbelief and, at first, flatly refused. But Hugo was their leader, their reference, and he had given his word in front of the other coach. “You have to know how to lose,” he told them, and that sentence carried more weight than all their protests combined.

Without doubting Dante’s victory for a single second, Hugo had agreed before the match that, if his protégé won, the rival club’s girls would go to the university championship as cheerleaders for the men’s team. But if Vera was the winner, then the four athletes from the Aldama club would have to show up as cheerleaders for Belmonte faculty’s end-of-term party.

And that clear, sunny Saturday, the four boys—sullen, silent, dragging their feet—arrived with their coach at the estate where Belmonte’s facilities were located. Waiting at the entrance were tutor Eleonora and Coach Nadia.

Hugo said goodbye to them with barely two words and headed, head bowed, toward a detached house on the right. Nadia accompanied him, and there was something in her smile that did not bode well for him.

The boys stayed with Eleonora, who received them with a satisfied smile. She was a woman approaching fifty, wearing a white blouse stretched tight over a generous chest and a long skirt fitted over broad hips. She motioned for them to follow and led them toward one of the buildings.

They crossed a silent corridor and she pointed at a door.

—That’s the changing room. Your cheerleader uniforms are inside.

The four went in. Eleonora remained outside, her hands folded over her stomach. A little later, the door cracked open and one of them, Iván, stuck his head out.

—But there’s only…

—There is exactly what you have to put on —she cut in briskly—. And quickly, we don’t have all day.

Ten minutes later, the four came out of the changing room. Eleonora looked them over from head to toe, amused and intrigued. Those broad backs, those athletic, hard-trained bodies stood out even more against the tiny red thong—finished off with some ridiculous kind of pom-pom at the back—that was all they wore. The fabric barely managed to contain the bulge of their cocks, plainly outlined beneath the taut material. The woman lingered on the sight, measured each package, each tight gym-hardened ass with her eyes, and smiled again, licking her lips inwardly.

—Come on, they’re waiting for you —she said.

***

They crossed the door she had indicated and emerged onto a stage, inside a medium-sized hall. In front of them, the Belmonte girls burst into screams and whistles as soon as they saw them appear.

—Fiu, fiuuu! Yesss!

Standing on the stage, microphone in hand, Vera was acting as master of ceremonies. Dante saw her and shuddered. He looked at those rounded, powerful legs beneath the short skirt, the same legs that had punished him until they broke him, physically and mentally. His mind kept replaying the moments of the fight: his helplessness before that force that shook him without mercy.

More than that, it had been she who had pulled him out of fighting. After that day he had never stepped into a ring again; he could not even put on gloves without his hands shaking.

This is a stage, not a fight. I’m safe here. He repeated the thought to calm himself. He would do whatever Vera ordered, follow her instructions to the letter, and spare himself any trouble. It was a matter of enduring and leaving.

—Dear classmates —Vera announced to the audience—, these four cheerleaders are going to dance a few songs for us. Grab those pom-poms —and she pointed to a pile stacked beside the stage.

The music started, but none of the four moved. Vera urged them on, her voice hardening.

—Come on, boys. Rhythm.

Dante did not hesitate: he started waving the pom-poms at once. The other three followed suit. They tried to keep time with little success, and what they were doing was closer to ridiculous than to dancing. They held out through two whole tracks. Before the third, a girl with small glasses stood up, walked over to Vera, and whispered something in her ear.

Vera took the microphone.

—All right, we’re going to add something new to make it more fun.

The girl with the glasses climbed onto the stage carrying a box. From it she took out handcuffs and began putting them on each of them. The boys resisted at first; this was starting to seem excessive to them. But all Vera had to do was take a couple of steps toward them for Dante, without thinking, to obediently cross his hands behind his back and let himself be cuffed. Seeing him give in, the other three ended up surrendering too. Now they would have to dance with their hands tied, which was much more humiliating.

But that was not the end of it. The girl with glasses and a ponytail pulled out a small pair of scissors and held them up high. The entire hall roared.

—Yesss! Yesss!

Without thinking too much about it, she went to the first of the cuffed men—Leo—grabbed his thong, and with one snip cut it open. The boy went deathly pale. The garment fell to the floor and every gaze fixed on him, on his limp cock hanging between his legs, defenseless beneath a hundred pairs of hungry eyes. The girls screamed, laughed, shrieked, and several put a hand over their mouths without taking their eyes off his shaft.

The two teachers supervising the party instantly stood up. This had gone too far. They advanced toward the stage.

—Mara! Get down from there right now!

A tense silence fell, and the teachers prepared to climb up and put an end to the show. But before they reached it, Eleonora intercepted them. She said a few words in their ears and drew them aside, to a corner, talking in a low, measured voice.

***

While that conversation went on, Mara did not waste time. Her good-student face and little glasses hid a volcano. She grabbed the other three, one after another, hard by the thong, and with a single cut tore through the side of each garment. The four fighters were left completely naked, handcuffed, their faces turned into a poem of disbelief and shame. Laughter filled the whole room while the girls’ eyes dropped en masse to the four exposed cocks, comparing sizes, colors, the patch of hair, the balls hanging between muscular thighs.

Soon two, then four, then seven girls stood up and started climbing onto the stage. The boys, tied up and exposed, did not know what to expect. A redhead with long hair shouted:

—Girls, fun for everyone!

Dante looked toward the corner where Eleonora was still talking to the two teachers. They seemed to hesitate; the tutor kept insisting, calm. At one point the two women turned and headed for the exit.

The champion shouted desperately:

—No, please, don’t go! Don’t leave us alone with them!

But the teachers did not slow down or look back. They opened the door and left the hall.

The girls who had already reached the stage groped the four athletes amid laughter. Bold hands slipped between Dante’s legs, weighed his balls, tugged his cock, stretching it with curiosity, shook it in the air while others applauded. Iván’s nipples were pinched until they went hard; Nico was given a hand job in turns by two girls with dry hands, drawing out moans that embarrassed him more than the others’ laughter. Carla, a blue-eyed fighter with gentle manners, raised her voice:

—Girls, this needs to be organized properly!

They put the four on their knees and gathered in a circle, each proposing a way to have fun. In the end they seemed to reach an agreement.

Carla was the first to approach. She moved with her hands behind her back until she stood in front of Dante. He lifted his face toward her, a face still marked by the blows Vera had left on him. Carla stroked his head with one hand, with a softness that sent shivers through him.

—Poor thing... there’s one part of you Vera left untouched. She saved it for me.

She showed her other hand: she was hiding a black, thick strap-on, the silicone veined and fleshy. Dante looked at her in terror.

—No, no... I’ll do whatever you want, but not that...

—Of course you’ll do whatever I want —she laughed, while another girl brought her a bottle of lubricant.

***

Carla was getting ready to sodomize the champion amid the laughter and mockery of the others when someone stopped her.

—Wait, not yet... shouldn’t you leave that honor to Olivia? —Naima said.

All eyes turned to Olivia, a girl with a blonde ponytail and green eyes who was watching the scene from a certain distance. She belonged to the shyest group, the ones who attended all of it without coming close, scandalized, eyes wide as saucers.

Dante’s and Olivia’s families were well-off and had known each other for years. The two of them had grown up together, between dinners, summers, and celebrations at one or the other family’s country house. Olivia had always been fascinated by him; she had fallen in love in silence, and her heart raced every time Dante spoke to her or gave her a little attention.

Two girls dragged her, laughing, onto the stage. Olivia was absolutely blushing, unable to lift her gaze beyond an instant. She stole glances at the man of her dreams, now naked, on all fours, with an expression of terror and submission she had never imagined seeing on him. Her eyes ran over his broad back, his tight, parted ass, and the scrotum hanging between his spread thighs.

—Give it to him hard, Olivia! —several shouted.

—No... no... leave me alone —she stammered, and made as if to leave.

But Carla sensed the doubt behind the gesture, the lack of conviction in her retreat. They pressed her. Olivia could not decide, though she was not leaving either. Dante looked up at her from below, completely humiliated.

Carla took the initiative. Together with Vera they pulled her shorts down to her knees, leaving her in white cotton panties, and fitted the harness directly against her skin. The silicone cock wobbled obscenely, pointing at Dante’s ass. She still resisted, but she was already in position. Vera bent down, grabbed the lubricant, and thoroughly smeared Olivia’s dildo; with her other hand, without any nicety, she spread the champion’s cheeks and pushed two lubed fingers into his anus.

—Aaaah! —Dante moaned, clenching all over.

—Relax, champ, it’ll hurt more if you tense up —Vera whispered, moving her fingers inside him and stretching the sphincter with surgical calm—. Let the girl get started properly.

Dante could not believe it. That girl who blushed just because he spoke to her, who cast furtive looks at him during family meals, who admired every one of his gestures... was about to take him from behind.

They were pushing her to go for it, but soon it was no longer necessary. Olivia looked at that back of impossible muscles, at the ass open and shining with lubricant, and decided. She placed the tip of the dildo at the champion’s little hole and began to press. At first carefully, like someone holding a fragile flower and fearing they might break it; the toy’s head forced past the ring and disappeared inside with a muffled groan from Dante. Olivia froze for a second, looking down at her own crotch, seeing how her fake cock had been threaded into the man who had been unattainable throughout her adolescence.

But almost at once something changed in her. Her expression became bolder, her eyes lit up, she grabbed Dante’s hips with both hands, and thrust all the way in at once. The champion let out a howl that set the girls laughing.

—Destroy him, Olivia!

And Olivia did destroy him. She started off with an unstoppable rhythm, pulling the dildo out to the tip and driving it back in to the balls of the harness, while Dante’s ass trembled with each collision of hips. The shy girl, the one whose heart raced at a mere glance, now snorted through clenched teeth, bit her lip, and fucked his little hole with a fury she herself had never known she possessed. Amid so many voices, Dante’s pleas and whimpers could barely be heard, his body shaking with every thrust and his cock, obscenely, beginning to hang less and less limp between his legs.

—Look at his cock! It’s getting hard! —one of the girls shouted, pointing and laughing.

Dante buried his face against the stage floor, burning with shame, but his shaft kept filling with blood, betraying him. Olivia noticed and smiled with malice for the first time. She leaned over his back without stopping her thrusts, slipped her hand under his belly, and grabbed his now-erect cock.

—See how much you like it, Dante —she whispered in his ear, her voice trembling with excitement—. Years dreaming of you and it turns out you love being fucked by a girl like me.

And she began to jerk him off in rhythm with the thrusts, her hand moving up and down the foreskin while the dildo went in and out of the little hole. Soon Olivia matched the motion with slaps on the champion’s buttocks, so hard they left his skin burning red with fingerprints. Dante shook, moaned, no longer knowing whether from pain or pleasure, and when Olivia squeezed his balls with her left hand while continuing to hammer his ass, the champion came with a roar, splattering semen between the girl’s fingers and onto the stage boards, to applause and laughter from everyone.

Olivia withdrew the dildo slowly, with an obscene pop, and showed the milk-slick fingers to the others.

—He came —she announced, still in disbelief—. He came with me inside him.

Naima brought her hand to Dante’s mouth.

—Clean them off, champ. It’s your semen, not hers.

And Dante, defeated, with his ass open and throbbing, stuck out his tongue and licked Olivia’s fingers one by one, swallowing his own load while the whole hall chanted and whistled.

***

The champion’s teammates were no luckier. Leo had been laid on his back, pinned to the floor, with a cord tied to his balls that ran up to a ring in the ceiling. Each girl drew a card with a clock hour and had to deliver as many “tugs” with the cord as the number of hours on her card. A very pale girl drew twelve. She pulled with such viciousness on each tug, stretching his scrotum upward as if she wanted to rip it off, that Leo’s howls must have been heard throughout the entire region.

But the worst came afterward. Panic washed over his face when he saw a girl approaching who could not quite suppress a nervous laugh: it was his sister, Daniela. She was in a lower year, but the older girls had let her in when they learned her brother was acting as cheerleader, and she was not going to miss it for anything in the world.

She came closer with another classmate, never quite letting go of that mix of nerves and amusement. That brother had bossed her around all her life, had used his physical superiority to force his whims on her at every turn. Yes, she had a few scores to settle with him. And a huge desire to collect them.

—No, Daniela, not you! —he shouted, red with shame, trying to close his legs to cover his cock and balls, which hung tied and already red from the cord.

But it was no longer he who was in charge; it was exactly the opposite.

His sister drew a card: seven. Looking him in the eyes, she took the cord. It was so brutal that after the third tug, Leo was only able to cry out:

—Mercy, Daniela... mercy, please!

She did not stop at the seventh tug: she gave him three more. And on the last one, instead of letting go of the cord, she bent down, grabbed his limp cock with two fingers—like someone picking up something disgusting—and shook it in front of everyone.

—Look, look at how the macho has it. All your life bragging and it turns out you’ve got a tiny one, brother —she said, while the others burst into laughter—. Maybe it’ll grow a little with some motivation.

She spat on the tip and started waggling his shaft with her hand, without the slightest gentleness, laughing at every movement he made. Leo closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, tried to keep his body from responding, but his own sister’s hand forced an erection out of him. When she had him hard, Daniela held it up high by the base.

—There! Now, look at it now!

And both of them knew, in that instant, that their relationship had changed forever.

***

Iván and Nico, meanwhile, were being ridden by two girls in a race from one end of the hall to the other. Since there were bets and rivalry, everyone wanted to win, and the whips across the two athletes’ thighs echoed against the walls, leaving parallel red welts on their skin.

On the third race Iván had no luck: Brenda, a chubby girl with rosy cheeks, mounted him. Halfway through, the fighter could take no more and collapsed. Brenda did not take the defeat well. She tried to force him back onto all fours with whip blows, unsuccessfully. Then, her cheeks puffed with rage, she dug her nails into the inner side of his thigh and pressed.

—Aaargh! —he howled.

But Brenda did not let go. She bit her lower lip while twisting with her delicate hand, harder and harder, and with her other hand she grabbed his balls and squeezed those too, until Iván was left open-mouthed, breathless, unable even to scream. She had never dominated a man like that, and she did not intend to give up the feeling so soon. When she finally let go of his balls, she showed them to the others, purple from the pressure, and squeezed again just for the pleasure of seeing him writhe. Then she ripped his mouth open by the hair, straddled his face, and, without taking off her panties, rubbed her pussy against his nose and lips until she soaked them through the fabric with her wetness.

—Lick me through my panties, macho. Let’s see if you earn me taking them off.

Iván stuck out his tongue awkwardly, trying to please her, while Brenda rubbed herself and moaned, putting all her weight on him. When she came with a spasm, she stood up and left his face shining and his nose flattened. He might forget that afternoon with the years. Iván, however, would never forget it.

Nico had run out of rivals... and found himself in a curious situation.

—Look, girls, he’s enjoying it! —one of them said, amused, pointing a finger at Nico’s cock, which had gone half-hard between his legs.

The laughter multiplied.

—Well, if he likes it, let’s give him more.

They put him on his knees on a small platform. The girls paraded one by one, and each of them stepped on his cock and balls with calculated gentleness for a few seconds, crushing them under the soles of shoes, trainers, and heels. Some lingered, rubbing his foreskin with the tip of a foot until his shaft stood completely rigid; others pressed a ball under a heel until they drew a whimper from him. “Prize for the one who makes him finish,” someone announced. Naima was the last. She took off her shoes completely, placed her bare foot on Nico’s hard cock, and began to jerk him with her toes and the sole, moving up and down with deliberate slowness.

—Come on, cheerleader, come for me. Come on the foot of a college girl.

Nico clenched his teeth, fought to hold back, but when she trapped the head of his cock between her big toe and second toe and squeezed, he gave in amid everyone’s cheers and splattered semen across Naima’s sole and the platform. She brought the stained foot to his mouth, and he, without anyone needing to tell him, licked his own load off it until it was clean. When he left there, he could have sworn he carried the imprint of every Belmonte shoe on his skin and in his memory.

***

Eleonora had remained in the hall throughout the entire spectacle, watching with her arms crossed. When the time came, she raised her voice.

—Girls, we’d better wrap up the party.

—Ooooh! —they protested in unison.

—And aren’t we going to feed these macho men anything before they leave? What impression are we going to make on them! —Vera said, pretending to be scandalized.

They brought out four leashes and fitted them to the boys. They were already completely subdued, domesticated, willing to accept any order. Vera and three others walked them around the hall on all fours, with their cocks hanging and their reddened asses swaying with the crawl, while the others, between taunts, tossed them nuts and bits of sponge cake that they had to catch in the air or pick up from the floor. If any of them disdained the “treat,” a lash from his handler across his buttocks made him reconsider his rudeness.

***

When everyone had left, the four athletes were alone, lying on the stage. None of them could say a thing; only the occasional whimper escaped. Dante began to sob and, as if by contagion, Iván was crying in spasms.

A long skirt and heels approached slowly. It was Eleonora.

—Boys, I hope you’ve learned your lesson —she said calmly—. I think your arrogance, your conceit, and your big mouths brought you right here.

Dante lifted his head toward her. Then, slowly, he crawled across the floor. When he reached her, he covered her feet and shoes with kisses.

—That’s a good answer —the tutor observed, serene.

Hearing that, the other three also dragged themselves toward her, eager to make their submission clear, and began kissing her feet. Nico even licked them, as if wanting to underline his surrender even more.

Eleonora let it last a few moments. She had four strong, muscular, naked, defeated young men kissing and soaking her feet with tears. It was an intoxicating feeling of power. She lifted her long skirt to the waist and revealed thick, white thighs and black panties that barely contained her mound. She pulled them down slowly and let them drop to the floor.

—Since you’ve all been so well trained... let’s finish the lesson. One by one. You first, champ.

Dante came over on his knees. She sat down in a chair, spread her thighs, and took his head in both hands, guiding him against her cunt. The champion, obedient, stuck out his tongue and began licking between the folds, searching blindly for the clitoris, while Eleonora pressed his face against her sex with the steady force of someone who had spent years waiting for that moment.

—Deeper, macho. With your whole tongue. Suck me like it’s the last thing you’ll do in your life.

Dante obeyed, snorting, burying his nose in the tutor’s thick pubic hair, swallowing saliva and juices, and when she began to pant with her mouth open, she pulled his hair upward and nodded toward Leo. Leo came over on all fours and took over, tongue out, and so the four rotated, one after another, eating Eleonora’s pussy amid her moans and their sobs, until the tutor came with her face pressed against Iván’s sex, soaking him up to the chin while she shuddered in the chair.

When she finished, she calmly wiped herself with a handkerchief, lowered her skirt again, and gave them permission to get up, though the best they could manage was to walk hunched over and with effort. She accompanied them to the changing room. This time she went in with them; there was no longer any point waiting outside. She sat while they dressed and studied them with her eyes, without bothering to hide it, lingering on each reddened cock, each marked ass. The girls had had their fill of fun.

She also thought of Hugo. Nadia had taken him to a room in another house on the complex: that was part of the agreement. With how much she wanted him, she preferred not to imagine what she had done to him once she had him naked and at her mercy.

And then an idea crossed her mind.

***

Soon word spread through the area that something had happened at that party. Stories circulated, legends, rumors that no one knew whether were entirely true. And sometimes, after being repeated enough, a legend ends up becoming custom.

From that academic year on—and Eleonora had quite a lot to do with it—an event became institutionalized, half-jokingly and half-seriously, as the Belmonte Tribute. Every year, the female students were entitled to choose four athletes from the Aldama club for their end-of-year party.

As for what happened afterward, rumors always circulated. But it was never, ever, known for certain.