Intense Rivalry

fuck!!!!!!!!

You meet Bede in the locker rooms after the match. You had been champion for a while, but wanted to mess around and rematch your old rivals. You invited Bede in particular to join in on the fun, hoping to see him again. You had both been so busy lately, it was hard to meet any other way. Amazingly, he had won both qualifier matches and faced off against you on the pitch, but of course you crushed him with ease, as per usual. Wiping the sweat off his brow with a towel, you see his face contorted into a familiar grimace. He knows he doesn't stand a ghost of a chance at besting you in a battle, but defeat after public defeat still stings. You didn't invite him out here for a simple competition, though.
Once the other competitors had left, you pull Bede aside and pin him to the lockers. Your breath is heavy and your pupils dilated. It's difficult to keep yourself together.
"What are you doing?" He asks, composed but with just a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Do you know why I called you out here today?"
He throws his head to the side and furrows his brow. "To prove yourself better than me, again?"
You lean in. Your hot breath on his neck makes his hairs stand up.
"No. The truth is, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... But I don't know any other way I can see you.  And now that we're alone..."  You trail off, twirling one of his curls around your finger.
He finally realizes your intentions. He blushes beet red, and you can feel him getting hard under his uniform.
"Y-you... you want to...? With me...? Here??" He starts breathing harder. His heart is beating a mile a minute.
You pull his body close to yours, and suck his neck.
"Mmmm."
He stutters. "I-I didn't realize you f-felt the same way..." He runs his hand through your hair, hesitantly leaning into you.
You remove yourself from his neck, leaving a dark, red splotch, and mash your lips into his. He moans in surprise, and the two of you do some old-fashioned tongue wrestling. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you even closer. You can feel him throbbing between your thighs. You reach down and grab him. You rub, trailing kisses away from his mouth, along his jaw, back down his neck. You slide a hand up his shirt. He shyly thrusts into your other hand, softly moaning and panting.
You can't take this anymore. You grab him and throw him face down on a bench. You tie his arms behind his back with some cables, and fasten him with a ball gag you had brought along for this purpose. You flip him back over. He looks... Well, he has a lot of emotions running across his face. It's cute. You slide off his shorts and pull down his tights. Then his underwear. You never considered until now how many layers he wears. You smile to yourself and pull off your own bottoms. You position yourself on top of him and carefully slide him inside. You're both dripping wet, so there's no struggle. You both make a little desperate sound when you slide him in. He wiggles and squirms as you start riding him. It feels so good. Sooooo good. You can tell how much he wants to touch you, and you see a little bit of saliva already building up in that gag. You run your hand along his face and cup his cheek as if you were petting him. He leans into your palm. It's romantic.
He starts thrusting from underneath. Pleasure and desire builds up inside you. It's almost unbearable.
"Aaaah! I-I need you... I need you on top!" You yell, and remove yourself to untie him. He shuffles out of the loosened cables, and you unhitch the gag. He turns, and before you know it he slams you against the wall, tying you up and slipping the warm, slimy gag into your mouth.
Bede's saliva...
The taste of him makes you leak. He spins you around to face him. He's flushed, sweating, breathing heavily, and there are red marks on either side of his mouth from the gag.
"I've always wanted to have you like this. Since the moment you first beat me in a match." He rips your jersey open, exposing your bare chest. He flashes his classic smirk.
"Oops." He immediately goes for your nipples, swirling his tongue around one, then the other. He reaches a hand down between your legs and strokes gently. You twitch and moan and arch your back. He presses the full length of his body against you to stop your movement. He mutters into your ear;
"Don't be so impatient. I want to enjoy tormenting you for a good, long time."
He gently grinds against you, moaning exaggeratedly just to get you worked up. It works. You moan desperately, drool dripping down your chin. He pulls away and laughs wickedly. You look back at him, dazed.
"I wonder what would happen if I just left you here like this?"
Panic floods your eyes.
He pulls out his phone and snaps a pic of you tied up, dripping, and mostly naked.
He walks back towards you and leans in, brushing his lips against your cheek. "Just kidding. I wouldn't want to share a sight like this with anyone else."
He hums. "What should I do to you next...?"
You lean into him and he pushes you back. "Ah-ah-ah, you don't get to touch me yet." He teases you, and holds your chin between his thumb and index finger.
"But I'm going to touch you all I want."
He slips a finger inside you with one hand, and stimulates your arousal with the other. You're throwing your head against the wall and hollering through your gag. You want him now. Right now. You need him. It's unbearable. It's as if every cell in your body is on fire.
He pulls back again after a while.
"I think I'm done messing around. Now I'm really going to have my way with you." He picks you up and lays you down on the floor. He takes off the remainder of your clothes, and then his own. He lifts your leg, and slides inside you, biting his lip. He looks back at your face, and tugs on the strap of your gag.
"That won't do." He reaches around the back of your head and frees you. He pulls the ball out of your mouth and you make a sound of relief.
"How would I be able to hear you scream my name with that thing in the way?"
He starts thrusting, keeping his hand on your face. He slips in your mouth first his thumb, then a couple more fingers to follow, playing with your tongue.  You suck obediently, savoring the feeling. 
His thrusts start getting faster, and harder.  Each time he slams his full length inside you, and your body moves as if pulling him in. 
"What's my name?"  He demands, gripping you hard and fucking you harder.
"Bede...!  Bede!!"  You obey. 
"Who's fucking you?" 
"Bede!!!  Bede!!!  Bede!!!"
"Who owns you??" 
"Ah...!!  Bede!!!" 
His gaze is piercing.  You look into his sharp purple eyes, transfixed. 
"That's right.  Just like that.  Good.  Mmmn... Ah...  I've dreamt about this... So many nights... Now I've finally got you underneath me, vulnerable, submissive, and mine." 
Everything about this feels so good.  Except that you're lying on top of your bound wrists pressed to the hard floor.  That doesn't matter.  This matters.  He matters.  Bede matters.  And he wants you.  And you're his. 
You can't hold it for much longer.
"I'm going to... I'm gonna...!" 
"No, you don't!  You're not allowed to cum before me!" 
He thrusts faster, rapidly, out of breath.  He can't catch up.  You have, as they say, an earth-shattering orgasm.  It lasts about 30 seconds.  Pure bliss. 
His face looks more urgent, and he pulls out, finishing himself all over you, aiming for your face.  You catch some on your tongue, but you hardly notice.  You're too busy recovering.  He quickly takes another picture of you, for personal use.
The two of you just breathe for a while, looking at each other. 
You break the silence.  "Hey Bede?"
"Yes?"
"I really like you.  I have a crush on you."
He cracks a smile, and laughs a little.
"Yeah, I have my own feelings for you, too, luv."
"Let's do this more often."
"Let's."

The two of you get dressed and walk out together.  Ball Guy suddenly appears and energetically high-fives you both.
"Congrats on the sex!  Have a commemorative love ball!"
He hands one to each of you.
You just take it.  "Thanks."
Bede is thinking a thousand thoughts all at once. 
"What— You— How long were you— ??!??!?!?"
"Don't worry about me, or about the cameras in the locker rooms!  Onward, young lovers!"  He turns you two around and pushes you out. 
"CAMERAS???"