"W-Wait, they're going to do it right here? This is crazy..." Matsuda muttered, his eyes wide as the Kuoh Academy basketball team lined up in front of Rias and Akeno.
"R-Right? Now that I came, I feel like all of this is crazy..." Motohama muttered, his mind clearing up as he glanced around, and realized that thousands of men in the stands had also pulled down their pants to jerk off for Rias and Akeno.
"Hey, loser~ team! You guys can't leave yet!" Akeno shouted down on the court, smirking over at the losing basketball team, who were starting to stumble back to the locker room even as their pants strained painfully from their boners, "You have to watch the winners get their reward!"
"What the hell are you talking about?! I'm going to complain about this! This win shouldn't count, not when this crazy school is doing such indecent-" The coach of the other team started to shout, but as Rias simply snapped her fingers again, his anger faded immediately, "Oh, right, come on, team! It's customary for the losing team to watch as the cheerleaders reward the winning team!"
"O-Oh, right, how did I forget that?" Matsuda muttered, shaking his head quickly as he reached down, grabbing his hardening cock again, "The cheerleaders always reward the winning team while the losing team gets cucked! I just can't believe Rias-sama and Akeno-sama will be the ones doing it this time!"
Issei could only shift in his seat, feeling his own cock hardening at the idea of Rias and Akeno serving the basketball team while everyone watched. He glanced down at his hard cock and realized that he wanted them to reward the team, he wanted to watch them do it, and he wanted to be as jealous and as humiliated as possible as he masturbated to it.
The winning Kuoh team gathered in a nervous, shifting cluster in the center of the court. Their earlier bravado, fueled by the promise of a reward, had curdled into a wide-eyed, slack-jawed disbelief. This was happening. This was really happening. In front of everyone. They stood in their sweaty uniforms, nervous as the two Great Onee-sama of Kuoh Academy were about to reward them.
Rias sauntered over to them, her hips swaying in a way that drew their gazes as she held the microphone loosely in one hand. "Alright, boys," she purred, causing them all to stiffen.
"You played a good game," Her eyes swept over them, "But not all of you played equally well. Rewards should be proportional to effort."
She stopped in front of a lanky man at the end of the line, a member who had maybe played a total of two minutes the entire game.
"You," she said, pointing a single, elegant finger at him, "were on the bench mostly."
The boy's face fell. The hope in his eyes died, replaced by a profound, crushing disappointment. "But... I... I tried, Rias-senpai..."
Rias let out a soft laugh at his words, "I know you did, sweetie. And trying is important. But trying doesn't earn you a touch." She gestured to the end of the line, indicating four other boys who shared a similar fate of benchwarming. "You five, over there."
She pointed to a spot a few feet away, near the center circle. The five boys, their shoulders slumped in defeat, shuffled over, a miserable, rejected little group. They stood there, watching their teammates, the ones who had actually scored points, with a burning, resentful envy.
"But don't worry," Rias added, a wicked glint in her eyes as she looked over at Akeno. "You still get a reward. A little… encouragement."
Akeno stepped forward, a picture of benevolent cruelty. She sauntered up to the five rejected players, her smile a beautiful shining light for them. "That's right. We can't have you feeling left out, now can we?"
She stopped directly in front of the first boy, the lanky man. Her eyes were fixed on his, her gaze a physical weight. "So, here's what you're going to do. You're going to take out your hard little cocks, and you're going to start stroking them for us."
The boy froze, his mind short-circuiting. "W-what? Right here? In front of everyone?"
"Right here," Akeno confirmed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "In front of everyone. While your teammates get to feel our hands, and our bodies… You get to feel your own. It's the only thing you've earned."
A shudder ran through the boy. He looked at his teammates, who were watching with a mixture of pity and a smug relief. He looked at the massive crowd in the stands, a sea of faces, all of them staring. He looked at Akeno, who stood before him like a goddess, and lust clouded his mind.
With a single, desperate nod of pure humiliation, his hands went to the waistband of his basketball shorts. He fumbled with the string, his trembling fingers finally managing to loosen it. He shoved the shorts and his boxers down in a single, desperate motion.
His cock sprang out. Without another word, he wrapped a hand around it and started to stroke.
The sight was a catalyst. The four other boys, seeing their teammate's submission, followed suit. In a matter of seconds, there was a small, pathetic circle of five, their shorts around their ankles, their hands flying over their cocks in a desperate, jerky rhythm. They couldn't meet anyone's eyes, their faces burning with shame as they pleasured themselves under the collective, hungry gaze of the entire school.
"Go! Go! Go! Let's go, boys! Stroke those cocks!" Akeno shouted, her voice suddenly high-pitched and enthusiastic. She grabbed her pom-poms, shaking them with a renewed vigor.
Rias joined in, her own pom-poms a blur of yellow and white. "That's it! Work those shafts! Faster! We wanna see some cum!"
Their cheers were a twisted, perverse parody of their earlier routine. They jumped and bounced, their magnificent breasts jiggling wildly, threatening to spill out of the flimsy tops with every movement. Their cheers weren't for a basketball; they were for five hard, desperate cocks being jerked in the center of a crowded gymnasium.
"Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder!" Akeno chanted, her voice ringing with mock encouragement. "Come on, number nine, I know you can pump that little dick better than that!"
Issei watched from the rafters, his own hand a frantic blur on his shaft. The sight was a symphony of depravity. The five boys on the court, their faces contorted in a mix of shame and desperate pleasure. The roaring crowd, a mob of voyeurs, all getting off on the public humiliation. And at the center of it all, Rias and Akeno, two perfect, beautiful demons conducting this orchestra of lust with joyful, wicked abandon.
And he wanted it.
He wanted to be down there. He wanted to be one of the boys being ordered to expose himself, to masturbate for an audience. He wanted Rias and Akeno to cheer for his cock, to shout his name, to urge him on to a public, humiliating orgasm.
A fresh wave of jealousy washed over him, hot and suffocating. His strokes became more frantic, more punishing. He was jealous of those five pathetic benchwarmers. He was jealous of their shame.
On the court, the jeered encouragement was having its effect. One of the boys, a short, stocky player, let out a choked cry, his body going rigid. His hips bucked forward, and a thick jet of cum shot from his cock, splattering onto the polished wooden floor in a wet, white splat.
"Yay! We have a cummy~!" Akeno cheered, waving her pom-poms enthusiastically. "Good job, number twelve! Who's next?"
The sight of their teammate's public release seemed to trigger the others. One by one, they began to cum. Grunts, gasps, and choked cries filled the air as they spilled themselves onto the court, adding to the growing mess of pearly white fluid. They stood there, panting, their faces burning with a fresh wave of post-orgasmic humiliation as they looked down at the mess they had made.
Rias and Akeno gave them a final, triumphant cheer, then turned their attention to the remaining players. The ones who had actually won the game for them.
Their smiles were different now. The teasing, mocking cruelty was gone, replaced by a sultry, predatory heat that promised a very different kind of reward.
"Now, for the real winners," Rias purred, her eyes sweeping over the seven remaining players. "You boys played so well. You deserve something... extra."
She sauntered up to the captain, a tall, muscular boy with a confident smirk playing on his lips. He had been the star of the game, and he knew it. He looked down at her, his cock already straining against the fabric of his shorts, a palpable aura of arrogant expectation radiating from him.
"What's my reward, Gremory-senpai?" he asked, his voice overly excited.
Rias just smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, a light, teasing touch that made him shiver. "Patience, captain. All good things come to those who score~, but you can wait a bit more! You'll get a more personal reward after the rest of the team..."
She glanced over her shoulder at Akeno, who gave her a subtle nod. Then, they turned to face the crowd, their backs to the players.
"Let's give our boys a real show, shall we?" Rias said, her voice a husky purr that sent a fresh jolt of electricity through the gymnasium.
They began to move.
It started with their hips. A slow, synchronous sway, a hypnotic rhythm that drew every eye. The pleated yellow skirts swirled around their thighs, giving tantalizing, fleeting glimpses of the firm, rounded flesh beneath. They raised their arms, the pom-poms forgotten, their bodies undulating in a fluid, serpentine dance that was far more intoxicating than any cheerleading routine.
Then, they started to dance.
Their movements were a masterclass in seduction, a deliberate, artful display of everything they had. They shimmied, their chests shaking in a way that made the flimsy tops seem like they were about to surrender completely. They dropped low, asses popping out, the curves of their buttocks perfectly defined by the tight fabric, before rising with a slow, grinding roll of their hips that was almost pornographic in its grace.
Rias took a step back, pressing herself against the chest of one of the players, a forward with wild, desperate eyes. She ground her ass against him, a slow, deliberate circle, feeling the hard, desperate length of his cock pressing back through their clothes. He let out a choked gasp, his hands flying up to her hips, pulling her tighter against him.
Across the court, Akeno was mirroring the move with another player, her body a fluid wave of motion against his. She reached back, her hand snaking around to grab the back of his head, pulling it down as she arched her back, pressing her ass into him with a hard, grinding rhythm. The boy was lost, his face buried in her fragrant, dark hair, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Issei watched, his knuckles white where he gripped the wooden bench. The jealousy was a physical pain now, a hot, acidic knot in his stomach. He saw the way the forward's hands were digging into Rias's hips, the way the other boy was practically humping Akeno from behind, and his own cock, already hard and aching, gave a painful, desperate lurch. He started to stroke, a slow, steady rhythm that matched the dance on the court.
Rias disengaged from the forward, leaving him panting and disoriented. She turned to face another player, a slender guard who looked like he was about to pass out from sheer excitement. She reached down, her small, delicate hand landing squarely on the tent in the front of his shorts.
He yelped, a high-pitched sound of shock and pleasure. His whole body went rigid.
"Looks like someone is ready to play," Rias cooed, her fingers tracing the length of him through the fabric.
Issei's strokes quickened. He saw her hand on another man's cock, a hand he dreamed of, and the humiliation was a potent, intoxicating drug.
Akeno, not to be outdone, moved to another player, a burly center who was practically drooling. She didn't just grab him. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her face level with his crotch. She looked up at him, her violet eyes wide with a feigned innocence that was utterly devastating. Then, she leaned forward and, through the fabric of his shorts, she took the head of his cock into her mouth.
The groan that escaped the center was a deep, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. His head fell back, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
Issei choked out a sob, his hand flying over his own shaft. He saw Akeno on her knees, her lips wrapped around another man's cock, even through the fabric, and the world narrowed to that single, obscene image.
The dance continued as Rias and Akeno moved from player to player, their hands and mouths and bodies offering a maddening array of touches. They ground, they groped, they teased. They whispered filthy promises in their ears, their words carrying to the silent, transfixed crowd. They built the boys up, stoking the fires of their lust to an unbearable fever pitch.
Issei was lost in it. His hips bucked, pushing his cock through the tight circle of his fist. Every touch Rias gave another boy was a fresh wound on his ego, a wound that festered and throbbed with a dark, masochistic pleasure.
And then, the finale began.
Rias stood in the middle of the remaining six players. She looked from one to the other, her blue eyes blazing with a dominant, predatory heat. Then, she began to unbutton her top.
One button. Then another.
The crowd held its breath.
With a final, dramatic flourish, she ripped the top open, letting her magnificent breasts spill out into the open air. They were perfect, two creamy, round orbs of flesh, the nipples hard and rosy in the gymnasium's lights.
The six boys stared, their mouths agape, their cocks visibly throbbing in their shorts.
Akeno, not to be outdone, followed suit. With a slow, deliberate movement, she pulled her own top over her head, her own large, bubbly breasts spilling out. They were slightly paler than Rias's but no less perfect.
The sight was too much for the center. With a strangled cry, he grabbed his cock through his shorts, his body convulsing. A dark, wet patch spread rapidly across the front of his uniform as he came, a pathetic, premature tribute to the goddess before him.
"Aww, and he was so excited, too," Akeno cooed, a pout on her lips.
The other players were not far behind. Rias moved forward, her breasts bouncing with every step. She pressed them against his chest, her nipples hard points against his sweaty shirt.
"You wanted a reward, right?" she murmured, her voice a husky whisper.
He could only nod, his eyes wide and glazed.
"Then cum for me," she commanded.
She didn't even have to touch him. Her words, the feel of her breasts against him, the sight of her naked torso, it was all too much. He let out a choked gasp, his body bucking as he joined the center in a humiliating public orgasm.
One by one, they fell. A touch, a whisper, a sway of the hips, and they were done. Rias and Akeno moved through them like reapers, harvesting their orgasms with ruthless efficiency. They were a blur of motion, a whirlwind of pale skin and yellow skirts, leaving a trail of shuddering, spent boys in their wake.
Issei watched it all, a spectator to a public execution of his pride. His strokes were frantic, punishing. He saw the captain, the arrogant star of the game, fall last. Rias stood before him, her hands on her hips, her breasts bare and proud.
"You were the best player," she said, her voice cool and commanding. "You get the best reward."
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Look at him," she whispered, her eyes flicking up to the rafters, finding Issei in an instant. "Look at all those boys in the stands. The one's stroking for us. They're so jealous. They wish they were you right now."
The captain's eyes darted to the rafters, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the dozens of boys with their hands down their pants. His chest puffed out, his confidence surging.
Then Rias's hands went to her waist. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt. With a slow, deliberate shimmy, she worked it down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of yellow fabric. She was left in only a tiny, black lace thong.
Across the court, Akeno mirrored her. Her skirt fell away, revealing a matching white thong that contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin.
The gymnasium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The crowd, a sea of slack-jawed voyeurs, was frozen.
"Come here," Rias said, her voice a low, husky command.
The captain, his eyes wide, stumbled forward. He stood before them, a nervous, excited energy radiating from him.
They closed in on him, a two-woman press of pale, naked flesh. Rias pressed her bare breasts into his left side, her nipples hard points against the fabric of his sweaty jersey. Akeno mirrored her on his right, her own breasts molding to his form. They sandwiched him between them, a living, breathing testament to victory.
"You played the best," Rias murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. Her hot breath sent a shiver down his spine. "So, you get the best reward."
Akeno leaned in, her own lips finding his other ear. "You can do... whatever you want to us," she breathed, her voice a silken poison. "Anything at all."
The captain's breath hitched. He looked from Rias to Akeno, his mind struggling to process the sheer, impossible magnitude of what they were offering. He was being given a chance to do anything he wanted with the two most beautiful women in the world, in front of the entire school.
His gaze flicked over to the other team, huddled together near the sidelines. They were a pathetic sight, their faces pale, their bodies slumped in defeat. But as he watched, he saw them start to move. Their hands went to their crotches, their bodies slumping as they started to jerk off, their eyes locked on him and the two naked goddesses at his side. Even their coach had given up all pretense of professionalism, his own hand moving in a rhythmic motion inside his track pants.
"Look at them," Rias purred, her voice dripping with contempt as she glanced at the defeated players. "Such weak little cuckolds. They lost, and all they can do is watch, pulling on their pathetic little cocks while a real man gets his reward."
Her words were a brand, searing into the captain's psyche, inflating his ego to a monstrous size. He felt a surge of pure, unadulterated power. He was the winner. He was the alpha. And they were nothing.
"And look at all the boys in the stands," Akeno added, her gaze sweeping over the audience, where hundreds of hands were still flying over dozens of hard cocks. "So many jealous little cucks, wishing they were you. Wishing they were strong enough to earn this."
Their eyes, almost as if on cue, found Issei in the rafters. Akeno's gaze held him, a look of pure dominance. She knew. She knew he was watching, knew he was masturbating, knew he was getting off on this. Their mocking words about the defeated team were also a message for him.
He was no different. He was just another cuck in the crowd, another jealous spectator.
The thought was a lightning bolt, a jolt of pure, agonizing pleasure that shot straight to his groin. His strokes became a frantic, punishing blur, his knuckles white, the friction almost painful. The shame was a fire, and he was willingly feeding it, letting it consume him whole.
On the court, the captain's control finally snapped. A guttural roar tore from his throat, a sound of pure, triumphant lust. He shoved Akeno away from him, the force of it making her stumble. With a single, desperate motion, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his basketball shorts and yanked them down.
His cock sprang free, hard, angry, and jutting from his body like a weapon. It wasn't as monstrous as Gasper's, but it was thick, veiny, and flushed with a dark, angry arousal that spoke of a desperate need.
He grabbed Akeno's waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She let out a surprised yelp as he spun her around and bent her over, her hands flying out to brace herself against the polished floor. Her ass, framed by the white thong, was presented to him like a sacrifice.
He looked like a man possessed, a creature of pure, primal instinct. He ripped the thong from her body with a single, violent tug, the delicate fabric tearing away. Then, he positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging against the slick, wet folds of her pussy.
"Ah... Captain... you're so... forceful..." Akeno moaned, her voice a breathy, exaggerated pant that was clearly meant for an audience of one.
Issei watched, his heart hammering against his ribs, as the captain's hips drove forward. He buried himself inside Akeno in a single, brutal thrust. A loud, slick slap echoed through the silent gymnasium.
Akeno let out a cry that was half pain, half theatrical ecstasy. "Y-yes! So deep! You're so big! You're filling me up!"
The captain didn't answer. He was lost in a frenzy of lust, a rutting animal. He began to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, rhythmic percussion. His movements were animalistic in their desperation. His face was a mask of slack-jawed bliss, his eyes rolled back in his head. He looked like a monkey fucking a goddess.
And every humiliating, disgusting second of it sent a fresh jolt of pure, agonizing pleasure through Issei's veins.
Rias, a vision of naked perfection, moved to the captain's side. She pressed her bare breasts against his heaving, sweaty back, her nipples hard points against his skin. She trailed a line of kisses down his bicep, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his sweat. Her hand snaked around his body, her fingers gently cupping the heavy, swinging sack of his balls.
He let out a choked groan at her touch, a sound of pure pleasure. His pace faltered for a moment, becoming more erratic and more desperate.
"You like that, don't you?" Rias murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. Her hot breath sent a shiver down his spine. "Feeling my hand on your balls while you fuck her."
Her gaze lifted, her blue eyes piercing through the distance, locking onto Issei's in the rafters. A slow, wicked smile touched her lips.
"You're so much stronger than them," she continued, her words a poison meant for the captain, but her eyes were fixed on Issei. "So much cooler. So much more of a man. Look at them. All the cucks in the stands, all the weaklings on the losing team... just watching. Just pulling on their pathetic little cocks while you get to do this."
She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, a proprietary, possessive gesture that made him buck wildly into Akeno.
"Y-yes!" the captain groaned, his eyes glazing over with a drunken power. "They're all just watching me! They're all so fucking weak!"
He looked like a creature out of a nightmare, a rutting ape slamming his hips into the woman Issei admired and desired so heavily. His face was a grimace of slack-jawed bliss, his movements clumsy, brutal, and completely devoid of finesse. He was a caricature of masculine aggression, a desperate, sweaty animal, and he was fucking Akeno Himejima.
And it was the hottest thing Issei had ever seen.
His own strokes became a desperate, punishing blur. He was pounding his cock, the friction a raw, almost painful fire. He was no longer just masturbating; he was flagellating himself with the image of another man's pleasure. The degradation was absolute, a bottomless pit he was willingly throwing himself into.
Akeno, ever the performer, played her role to perfection. Her moans were a symphony of feigned ecstasy, each whimper and cry designed to cut through the air and find its mark in the rafters.
"Yes! Captain! Right there! Oh, you're hitting it so deep! You're so much bigger than I imagined! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" She arched her back, pushing her fat ass back to meet his brutal thrusts, her violet eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, staring directly at Issei.
"He's so... so good," Akeno moaned, her eyes locked with Issei's, a knowing, triumphant glint in their depths. "He's making me feel so... full. So much better than any of the little boys watching could. So much better than you could ever hope to be, Ise-kun."
The last was a direct taunt that hit its mark with the precision of a sniper's bullet.
The captain, spurred on by her words and Rias's touch on his balls, felt his control shattering. The world narrowed to the hot, tight grip of Akeno's pussy, the feel of Rias's breasts on his back, and the sound of her wicked praise in his ear. He was a god, a conqueror, a king.
With a final, guttural roar that was more animal than human, he slammed into Akeno one last, punishing time. He wrenched himself free of her heat, his cock throbbing violently in his hand. He aimed, a desperate, instinctual motion, and exploded.
A thick, hot jet of cum erupted from the tip, a pearly white rope that splattered across Akeno's fat, juicy ass. He came and came, painting her pale flesh with his seed, marking her as his prize, a testament to his victory. Spurt after spurt landed on her skin, a sticky, obscene masterpiece.
It was the sight of that, the final, undeniable mark of the captain's possession, that broke the dam.
Issei's own orgasm tore through him with the force of a tidal wave. He let out a choked, strangled cry, a sound of pure, agonizing release. "Buchou... Akeno!" His hips bucked wildly, and his cock erupted in his hand. A long, sticky rope of cum shot out, splattering onto the wooden bench in front of him. His vision went white, a blinding flash of pure sensation as he spilled himself, a pathetic, trembling mess in the rafters. The pleasure was so intense it was painful, a shattering, soul-deep release that left him gasping for air, his body spent.
But he wasn't alone.
A collective groan echoed through the gymnasium, a wave of sound that was both deafening and strangely intimate. All around him, boys were slumping in their seats, their bodies convulsing. The hands that had been flying in a desperate, rhythmic blur were now still. Dark, damp patches were spreading across the fronts of dozens of pants, a sea of post-orgasmic shame. The defeated team, huddled together by the sidelines, wasn't spared either. One by one, they succumbed, their bodies shuddering as they spilled themselves in their shorts, their faces burning with a humiliation that was so complete it was almost sublime. Even their coach let out a low groan as he came in his track pants, a final, pathetic tribute to the scene on the court.
They had all cum. Not as individuals, but as a single, collective entity. A mass of cucks, all masturbating to the sight of a real man claiming his prize. The thought, hot and suffocating, sent a final, lingering shudder through Issei's spent body.
On the court, the captain stood, panting, his chest heaving. He stared down at Akeno's ass, at the pearly white cum dripping down her skin, a look of stunned, animalistic pride on his face. He had done it. He had won.
Akeno slowly pushed herself up from the floor, her movements fluid and graceful. She turned to face the captain, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. Without a word, she reached down, scooping a bead of his cum from her ass with her finger. She brought it to her lips, her violet eyes locked on the captain's as she licked the digit clean, a slow, deliberate motion.
"My," she purred, her voice a husky whisper that carried to every corner of the silent gym. "A very... productive reward."
Rias, a naked vision of crimson-haired perfection, stepped forward. She placed a possessive hand on Akeno's lower back, her touch proprietary.
"Indeed. You played a very good game, captain." She looked him up and down, her gaze a cool, appraising caress. "Your reward is complete. For now."
The implication hung in the air, a promise of more, a hook to keep him hungry. The captain, still basking in the afterglow of his triumph, had his eyes go wide at her words.
"We'll be permanent members of the cheerleading squad from now on," Rias giggled at his look, turning her gaze to lock with Issei's wide-eyed, and equally as shocked one, "So, be sure to come to every game from now on, alright?"
As the audience exploded with excited cheers at the idea, Issei felt a sense of both horror and arousal, as both his cock and the gem in his Sacred Gear throbbed. He was gaining power, but with it, would always come a cost.
Chapter End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. I had to take a hiatus, but I am back. There are 5 more chapters on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar