part 1: http://cutedeadguys.net/threads/50578-Sports-winners-(oral-vore-consensual-muscles-gay-pr0n)
The Feral Tigers team faced many other teams winning them all. Those matches resulted in the team members growing bigger, stronger. But their coach warned them to never get cocky because strength isn't everything, otherwise the Majestic Eagles would have remained victorious.
George licked lips at the memory of Bruno and many other men who went down his belly to become muscle fuel for him. And they were all great fucks as well.
He also noticed he had been growing a lot more of hair lately, which was a bit of a chore to keep shaving. He often wondered if it would be better to just let the hair grow just to see hwo he would look like and he could always choose to shave it if he didn't like it, but he would only do that if he survived that year. So he kept training as hard as he could to honor their memories. The captain of the team often wondered about the future. Even if they were victorious that year, nothing would guarantee the next or the one after that. Some of his team members were already talking about how they would change careers if they won the final match.
Usually only about half of the victorious team of any sport would keep going playing, the others choose to retire for a couple of years and even some of these men ended up returning to the field later in their lives.
George decided that if he were to survive until he got to his 30's, he would stop playing to become a coach instead and he would keep doing it until his team lost or when he notices his muscles deflating. Before he became "weak", he would give himself to his own team as food. Only coaches were allowed to be eaten by his own team. It wasn’t allowed for a team player to eat another, not even the backup ones. The act of a coach giving himself to his team was nicknamed as "send-off BBQ".
The captain was also surprised when the players of Storm Riders came to meet with the Feral Tigers on the night before the final match.
The 44 players, 11 each main players plus 11 backup members for each team, and the 2 coaches were gathered in the auditorium at the hotel they were staying. The coach of the Storm Riders spoke, "Listen, lads, my boys came up with a proposition, mostly towards the backup players. How about if the losing team backup members all volunteered to be food for the winning team?"
This caused a ruckus among the backup players. One of the backup players, a black man named Mike, who was muscular, but not as big as the main players given that he only got to eat three whole men during his only career, spoke, "Say what now? You can't force us to do that."
The Feral Tigers opted to use the strategy to only bring a backup player into the field when a main one is not able to fight because of an injury or another reason. That's why the men in the bench weren't as big. Many other teams also used this same strategy, while other teams liked to rotate their members to ensure that all are well fed, but with mixed results.
This time, another black man, but from the backup of Storm Riders, Paul, who had a similar build answered, "Nobody if forcing anyone. There can't even be a contract about this. We just thought about it and decided to create an unspoken rule that the entire loser team of a final game must be given to the winners. It's all about trusting your teammates. We trained hard together and if we lose we want to lose together. Sharing only victories and not the loses are for the weak. So even if you don't agree with it, and we end up losing, we all are going to volunteer to be served in a barbeque to you guys. This is how much we love our team. If one has to die, we all die. Don't be cowards"
That speech made the men from the Feral Tigers, not just the backup ones, nervous. Their coach, Joshua, who was a very big, even bigger than Bruno was, and muscular man in his mid-40's sighed at seeing how his men were so easily provoked. If he didn't do anything, their defeat would be guaranteed, "Look, everyone here loves the team in their own way. All of them are here because they know they might have to go into the field and play and everyone here knows the cost of defeat. Your suggestion changes nothing. If all my men wants to follow us in death, we'll do it with a smile on the face. If they don't want, you can't insult them. Besides, how can you ask a men to forfeit his life if he didn't even have the chance to play in the game?"
The other coach, man also in his mid-forties, called Henry, but he had a pot belly, but strong arms and legs, replied, "Calm down, Josh. It wasn't his intention to insult anyone. It's just that all my men are very passionate and I know your team is also brave. The suggestion has been made and if you agree, this will mark be a huge mark in football history."
Joshua smirked as he replied, "Same thing if you lose and you lot aren't filled with hot air."
That comment seemed to stir the Storm riders a bit, which Joshua considered to make the mental state of both teams equal.
"Well, let's end this meeting here before we end up causing an incident here. Let's see what happens in the field and may the better team win." Henry said.
"Likewise," replied Joshua as he and his team stared as the Storm Riders left the auditorium.
When they all left, Joshua turned to his team and said, "Men, don't let them get to you. Play as you did up until now. Don't get nervous for thinking that your defeat might cost the life of a fellow team mate who didn't have the chance to prove his worth on the field. Those that don't end up playing tomorrow, do what your heart tells you to if we lose. I won't allow anyone here utter a word if you chose to keep on living. This is your choice and yours alone. Now go to bed all of you. You have a big game tomorrow."
Then the team got up quietly and headed to their rooms, but before they left Joshua added, "And no sex before going to sleep. I want you all to be well rested!"
He could hear the disappointed groans, but he could only chuckle remembering how good it was to be young and horny all the time.
On the next day, both teams faced each other without uttering a word to the other. Then they began playing. The audience roared for their favorite team while the whole thing was being shown on TV. Since this was the final match of the tournament, the audience was higher than last year's.
George played with all his strength and wit. Not only his, but everyone's muscles were sore from all the tackles. The thrill put a smile on his face. When he looked at the score, the Storm Riders were ahead. If he was going to die, he was still going to give it all.
His team played with everything they had. During the last 10 minutes of the match, George managed to secure a touchdown that finally gave them the advantage and the team played in full defense mode to secure their victory.
When the bell rang signaling that the Feral Tigers were the victors, all of George's team mates threw their helmets up in celebration, and laughed as some failed to catch it again, but Joshua was a bit embarrassed at that, but couldn't blame the boys for the faulty display since they were very tired. This was a very important match that immortalized their team as that year's survivors.
Before anyone said anything, all of the Storm Riders, coach and backup members completely undressed. The reporters went nuts as they all reporters tried to interview them asking why they would all be volunteering for being eaten. They gave the same explanation as they said on last night.
Some members of the Feral Tigers felt a little ashamed for thinking that they were lying just to make them nervous. Once The Feral Tigers received their prizes, did their interviews and celebrated, they rented another bus to take the Storm Rider members to their club, there they would begin their real festivities.
Each team had owners who maintained clubs for the teams to lounge, receive visitors, do interviews, train and so on. Even in case of loss, the team still made money if the from advertisements. The only real issue was to form another team and train them. Also, every club was equipped with rooms for the players to use and had facilities for cooking other team’s backup members only because the main players were usually devoured whole by the winning team’s maim members unless someone was willing to share the meal.
There, Joshua told his boys, “Well, you’ve earned this. After this feast, you may keep your chosen meal for up to two weeks tops. But you have to feed them three meals a day and care for them. They are also proud men and must be treated as such before their death.”
George then led all his teammates and the Storm Riders towards the shower room of their club, there, they would have the backup members of the losing team cleaned and shaved. While no one minded swallowing hairy guys whole, nobody actually liked chewing roasted meat with hair.
After shaving them, they all stepped inside of the showers for the cleaning. Not so surprisingly, the mood at the shower room wasn’t gloomy at all. The guys who were about to be killed all had hard-ons and were even joking about their own taste. After everyone was clean, they turned it into an orgy between all players.
George loved the scent of sex in the air as he fucked Paul while he himself was being fucked by Lucas, who was the captain of the losing team, he had red hair and freckles along with green eyes. The captain of the Feral Tigers loved being sandwiched by two strong males.
George grabbed Paul’s strong pecks and squeezed them hard, making Paul say between moans, “I hope you all enjoy me. I bet I’m going to be delicious.”
George gently bit Paul’s neck, pinching his right nipple while starting to jerk the soon to be meat. Paul gasped and screamed to fuck him harder. George kept pounding the man’s prostate while his own was being hammed by Lucas.
George was fighting so hard to not cum. The warm water over his body and the pleasure on his cock and ass was too much for him to handle. But he wouldn’t allow himself to cum before Paul did.
It didn’t take long until Paul orgasmed. Ropes and ropes of cum erupted of his 7 inches cock. While he was lost in the pleasure, George used his big and strong hands to break the neck of the backup player. The death was instant and almost painless.
The sound of neck breaking soon echoed through the room as the other backup players also reached the peak of their pleasure. It was common courtesy to end their life at their climax, so they would leave the world in a high note.
George quickly grabbed Paul to not let him fall as he also came into his ass. Lucas also roared as he filled George with his own seed.
The captain of the feral tigers asked the other captain to help him carry Paul to the kitchen. After agreeing to it, both men took out their somewhat still rigid cocks from asses and George gently let Paul on the floor while he washed Lucas’ dick who did the same to him in return and also cleaned George’s dick.
While he did that he noticed that only one backup player of the Storm Riders was still alive. He was being held up between two main players of the Feral Tigers, who were double penetrating him. The soon to be meat’s face was priceless. He kept begging them to rip him apart and make him cum soon, which actually happened after a couple of minutes without anyone having to touch his dick.
A third member of the Feral Tigers was the one who broke his neck as he came. After that they put the corpse on the floor and when everyone was clean, they all helped to pick up the meat and carry them to the kitchen.
There, about 10 chefs were there waiting for the meat alongside both coaches. Joshua was standing up, naked while Henry was on his knees sucking his dick, both were naked and they could see some cum dripping from Henry’s ass.
Joshua licked his lips as he saw so many athletic studs being carried to the kitchen, then he turned, to the chefs who helped carrying the men on the tables to be prepared, “I don’t care whose, but I want some medium rare pec meat.”
Then he turned to the players and said between grunts, “Oh and you guys from Storm Riders don’t have to worry. They are going to cook some regular cow and pork for you guys. You aren’t going to just stare as we eat.”
They thanked for the gesture short before Joshua came into the other coach’s mouth. Who gladly swallowed everything. Then he took his dick out from the man’s face and picked him up so easily that actually shocked both teams.
“I hope I turn into more glorious muscle for you.” Henry said licking his lips with a smile to taste the remaining cum on his mouth.
“Don’t worry, you will.” The coach of Feral Tigers opened his jaw and started to swallow the other coach whole, who calmly and proudly accepted his fate.
“Uh, coach, why are you eating him now? Isn’t this going to spoil you hunger?” George asked getting hard again, just like all the other players and even the chefs who stopped to look at it.
Once he finished swallowing the other big man, Joshua replied, “Nah. I could eat two of him with no problems. Once you get as big as I am, you won’t have trouble doing this. Now let’s wait outside while they work on the meat. This is going to be one big feast.”
Once they left the kitchen, Joshua turned to them all and said, “One extra thing, if you guys win next tournament as well, I make this promise to you that I’ll serve myself for you guys. So if you want to put your teeth on this,” he then grabbed his pectoral muscles, “You’ll have to remain being winners. Now let’s have some sex while we wait for the meat.”
The players all had big grins on their faces as they joined into another orgy as the smell of cooked meat filled the air.
The Feral Tigers team faced many other teams winning them all. Those matches resulted in the team members growing bigger, stronger. But their coach warned them to never get cocky because strength isn't everything, otherwise the Majestic Eagles would have remained victorious.
George licked lips at the memory of Bruno and many other men who went down his belly to become muscle fuel for him. And they were all great fucks as well.
He also noticed he had been growing a lot more of hair lately, which was a bit of a chore to keep shaving. He often wondered if it would be better to just let the hair grow just to see hwo he would look like and he could always choose to shave it if he didn't like it, but he would only do that if he survived that year. So he kept training as hard as he could to honor their memories. The captain of the team often wondered about the future. Even if they were victorious that year, nothing would guarantee the next or the one after that. Some of his team members were already talking about how they would change careers if they won the final match.
Usually only about half of the victorious team of any sport would keep going playing, the others choose to retire for a couple of years and even some of these men ended up returning to the field later in their lives.
George decided that if he were to survive until he got to his 30's, he would stop playing to become a coach instead and he would keep doing it until his team lost or when he notices his muscles deflating. Before he became "weak", he would give himself to his own team as food. Only coaches were allowed to be eaten by his own team. It wasn’t allowed for a team player to eat another, not even the backup ones. The act of a coach giving himself to his team was nicknamed as "send-off BBQ".
The captain was also surprised when the players of Storm Riders came to meet with the Feral Tigers on the night before the final match.
The 44 players, 11 each main players plus 11 backup members for each team, and the 2 coaches were gathered in the auditorium at the hotel they were staying. The coach of the Storm Riders spoke, "Listen, lads, my boys came up with a proposition, mostly towards the backup players. How about if the losing team backup members all volunteered to be food for the winning team?"
This caused a ruckus among the backup players. One of the backup players, a black man named Mike, who was muscular, but not as big as the main players given that he only got to eat three whole men during his only career, spoke, "Say what now? You can't force us to do that."
The Feral Tigers opted to use the strategy to only bring a backup player into the field when a main one is not able to fight because of an injury or another reason. That's why the men in the bench weren't as big. Many other teams also used this same strategy, while other teams liked to rotate their members to ensure that all are well fed, but with mixed results.
This time, another black man, but from the backup of Storm Riders, Paul, who had a similar build answered, "Nobody if forcing anyone. There can't even be a contract about this. We just thought about it and decided to create an unspoken rule that the entire loser team of a final game must be given to the winners. It's all about trusting your teammates. We trained hard together and if we lose we want to lose together. Sharing only victories and not the loses are for the weak. So even if you don't agree with it, and we end up losing, we all are going to volunteer to be served in a barbeque to you guys. This is how much we love our team. If one has to die, we all die. Don't be cowards"
That speech made the men from the Feral Tigers, not just the backup ones, nervous. Their coach, Joshua, who was a very big, even bigger than Bruno was, and muscular man in his mid-40's sighed at seeing how his men were so easily provoked. If he didn't do anything, their defeat would be guaranteed, "Look, everyone here loves the team in their own way. All of them are here because they know they might have to go into the field and play and everyone here knows the cost of defeat. Your suggestion changes nothing. If all my men wants to follow us in death, we'll do it with a smile on the face. If they don't want, you can't insult them. Besides, how can you ask a men to forfeit his life if he didn't even have the chance to play in the game?"
The other coach, man also in his mid-forties, called Henry, but he had a pot belly, but strong arms and legs, replied, "Calm down, Josh. It wasn't his intention to insult anyone. It's just that all my men are very passionate and I know your team is also brave. The suggestion has been made and if you agree, this will mark be a huge mark in football history."
Joshua smirked as he replied, "Same thing if you lose and you lot aren't filled with hot air."
That comment seemed to stir the Storm riders a bit, which Joshua considered to make the mental state of both teams equal.
"Well, let's end this meeting here before we end up causing an incident here. Let's see what happens in the field and may the better team win." Henry said.
"Likewise," replied Joshua as he and his team stared as the Storm Riders left the auditorium.
When they all left, Joshua turned to his team and said, "Men, don't let them get to you. Play as you did up until now. Don't get nervous for thinking that your defeat might cost the life of a fellow team mate who didn't have the chance to prove his worth on the field. Those that don't end up playing tomorrow, do what your heart tells you to if we lose. I won't allow anyone here utter a word if you chose to keep on living. This is your choice and yours alone. Now go to bed all of you. You have a big game tomorrow."
Then the team got up quietly and headed to their rooms, but before they left Joshua added, "And no sex before going to sleep. I want you all to be well rested!"
He could hear the disappointed groans, but he could only chuckle remembering how good it was to be young and horny all the time.
On the next day, both teams faced each other without uttering a word to the other. Then they began playing. The audience roared for their favorite team while the whole thing was being shown on TV. Since this was the final match of the tournament, the audience was higher than last year's.
George played with all his strength and wit. Not only his, but everyone's muscles were sore from all the tackles. The thrill put a smile on his face. When he looked at the score, the Storm Riders were ahead. If he was going to die, he was still going to give it all.
His team played with everything they had. During the last 10 minutes of the match, George managed to secure a touchdown that finally gave them the advantage and the team played in full defense mode to secure their victory.
When the bell rang signaling that the Feral Tigers were the victors, all of George's team mates threw their helmets up in celebration, and laughed as some failed to catch it again, but Joshua was a bit embarrassed at that, but couldn't blame the boys for the faulty display since they were very tired. This was a very important match that immortalized their team as that year's survivors.
Before anyone said anything, all of the Storm Riders, coach and backup members completely undressed. The reporters went nuts as they all reporters tried to interview them asking why they would all be volunteering for being eaten. They gave the same explanation as they said on last night.
Some members of the Feral Tigers felt a little ashamed for thinking that they were lying just to make them nervous. Once The Feral Tigers received their prizes, did their interviews and celebrated, they rented another bus to take the Storm Rider members to their club, there they would begin their real festivities.
Each team had owners who maintained clubs for the teams to lounge, receive visitors, do interviews, train and so on. Even in case of loss, the team still made money if the from advertisements. The only real issue was to form another team and train them. Also, every club was equipped with rooms for the players to use and had facilities for cooking other team’s backup members only because the main players were usually devoured whole by the winning team’s maim members unless someone was willing to share the meal.
There, Joshua told his boys, “Well, you’ve earned this. After this feast, you may keep your chosen meal for up to two weeks tops. But you have to feed them three meals a day and care for them. They are also proud men and must be treated as such before their death.”
George then led all his teammates and the Storm Riders towards the shower room of their club, there, they would have the backup members of the losing team cleaned and shaved. While no one minded swallowing hairy guys whole, nobody actually liked chewing roasted meat with hair.
After shaving them, they all stepped inside of the showers for the cleaning. Not so surprisingly, the mood at the shower room wasn’t gloomy at all. The guys who were about to be killed all had hard-ons and were even joking about their own taste. After everyone was clean, they turned it into an orgy between all players.
George loved the scent of sex in the air as he fucked Paul while he himself was being fucked by Lucas, who was the captain of the losing team, he had red hair and freckles along with green eyes. The captain of the Feral Tigers loved being sandwiched by two strong males.
George grabbed Paul’s strong pecks and squeezed them hard, making Paul say between moans, “I hope you all enjoy me. I bet I’m going to be delicious.”
George gently bit Paul’s neck, pinching his right nipple while starting to jerk the soon to be meat. Paul gasped and screamed to fuck him harder. George kept pounding the man’s prostate while his own was being hammed by Lucas.
George was fighting so hard to not cum. The warm water over his body and the pleasure on his cock and ass was too much for him to handle. But he wouldn’t allow himself to cum before Paul did.
It didn’t take long until Paul orgasmed. Ropes and ropes of cum erupted of his 7 inches cock. While he was lost in the pleasure, George used his big and strong hands to break the neck of the backup player. The death was instant and almost painless.
The sound of neck breaking soon echoed through the room as the other backup players also reached the peak of their pleasure. It was common courtesy to end their life at their climax, so they would leave the world in a high note.
George quickly grabbed Paul to not let him fall as he also came into his ass. Lucas also roared as he filled George with his own seed.
The captain of the feral tigers asked the other captain to help him carry Paul to the kitchen. After agreeing to it, both men took out their somewhat still rigid cocks from asses and George gently let Paul on the floor while he washed Lucas’ dick who did the same to him in return and also cleaned George’s dick.
While he did that he noticed that only one backup player of the Storm Riders was still alive. He was being held up between two main players of the Feral Tigers, who were double penetrating him. The soon to be meat’s face was priceless. He kept begging them to rip him apart and make him cum soon, which actually happened after a couple of minutes without anyone having to touch his dick.
A third member of the Feral Tigers was the one who broke his neck as he came. After that they put the corpse on the floor and when everyone was clean, they all helped to pick up the meat and carry them to the kitchen.
There, about 10 chefs were there waiting for the meat alongside both coaches. Joshua was standing up, naked while Henry was on his knees sucking his dick, both were naked and they could see some cum dripping from Henry’s ass.
Joshua licked his lips as he saw so many athletic studs being carried to the kitchen, then he turned, to the chefs who helped carrying the men on the tables to be prepared, “I don’t care whose, but I want some medium rare pec meat.”
Then he turned to the players and said between grunts, “Oh and you guys from Storm Riders don’t have to worry. They are going to cook some regular cow and pork for you guys. You aren’t going to just stare as we eat.”
They thanked for the gesture short before Joshua came into the other coach’s mouth. Who gladly swallowed everything. Then he took his dick out from the man’s face and picked him up so easily that actually shocked both teams.
“I hope I turn into more glorious muscle for you.” Henry said licking his lips with a smile to taste the remaining cum on his mouth.
“Don’t worry, you will.” The coach of Feral Tigers opened his jaw and started to swallow the other coach whole, who calmly and proudly accepted his fate.
“Uh, coach, why are you eating him now? Isn’t this going to spoil you hunger?” George asked getting hard again, just like all the other players and even the chefs who stopped to look at it.
Once he finished swallowing the other big man, Joshua replied, “Nah. I could eat two of him with no problems. Once you get as big as I am, you won’t have trouble doing this. Now let’s wait outside while they work on the meat. This is going to be one big feast.”
Once they left the kitchen, Joshua turned to them all and said, “One extra thing, if you guys win next tournament as well, I make this promise to you that I’ll serve myself for you guys. So if you want to put your teeth on this,” he then grabbed his pectoral muscles, “You’ll have to remain being winners. Now let’s have some sex while we wait for the meat.”
The players all had big grins on their faces as they joined into another orgy as the smell of cooked meat filled the air.
