The Love Match

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The Love Match - Summary

After relocating to a wealthy suburb in the south of England, Northerner and self-taught tennis player, Ian, joins his local tennis club only to find himself looked down upon and ridiculed by the offspring of its affluent patrons.

Determined to show how effective his style of play can be, he signs up for the club's annual tournament and in the first round finds himself pitted against the reigning champion, Matthew Braithwaite.

Although Ian and Matt are drawn toward one another by their shared sexuality and mutual physical attraction, their different backgrounds and attitudes make them enemies.

The story depicts the battle for supremacy that takes place between the rivals both on and off the court after Matt suggests they make their match "more interesting" by way of a wager intended to sexually humiliate his opponent.

The tale reaches its climax on finals day, when talented Indian newcomer, VJ, who both Matt and Ian have sexual designs on, makes his own bid to win the club tournament.

PART FOUR

1. The Dare

Despite the success of his meeting with Matt at the clubhouse and the horny pics of him he had added to his collection, in the days that followed, Ian had found himself wavering in his resolve to impose still greater humiliation on the youngster - especially now he knew there was a good chance VJ would deprive the lad of his title on finals day without the need of his assistance.

He'd enjoyed four incredibly raunchy encounters at the expense of the stuck-up brat and given him a much-needed taste of humility, plus, he possessed a whole stack of humiliating pictures of him that would provide him with A1 wank material for years to come. Given the risks he'd taken in order to obtain them, it was a miracle that things hadn't gone pear-shaped well before this point! So, maybe he should quit before they got caught and focus his sexual attentions on VJ instead - a young gay guy he deemed far more worthy of him mentoring.

However, seeing the youngster become aroused by the public humiliation he had inflicted on him, had also given him fresh hope that, in time, he might succeed in turning the sullen youngster into his willing slave. Certainly, the physical attraction he'd felt for him since their paths had first crossed had not diminished one iota.

In addition, he was becoming increasingly hooked on the power-play involved in their sexual encounters. He relished the highs that came from outsmarting the lad and progressively upping his humiliation each time they met and had found himself more and more excited by the additional thrill generated by exposing his sexual submission to him to others, through sharing his pics with them.

If he let Matt off the hook now, in favour of pursuing his more conventional romantic feelings for the Indian lad he had also become besotted by, he knew in a few months' time he would be cursing himself as he sought in vain to locate a replacement willing to participate in the rough sex and power play that turned him on so much. Even if he struck lucky, and found a guy with matching masochistic impulses, who lived nearby, he would have to begin again, painstakingly tutoring him to satisfy his desires, which, if he was not to risk freaking him out, would take a great deal of time and effort to achieve.

No, he decided, while he still had some leverage over him, he would carry on with Matt's slave training and take his humiliation as far as he could. He wanted to take away every advantage that the disarmingly handsome youngster possessed over him and teach him some respect for those who were less fortunate than himself. It was high time for someone to instil some modesty into him and teach him some manners! And what better way of doing it, than by turning the arrogant son of a bitch into his obedient cock-sucker, arse-licker and whipping boy?

His new-found friendship with gay gym bunnies and SM enthusiasts, Tony and Ben, also gave him the back-up he needed to curb any fits of temper on the lad's part following his defeat, should the threat of circulating the demeaning pics of him prove insufficient. They would also provide an appreciative audience to witness him up the lad's sexual humiliation still further and could assist him to record it on video.

So, with the final he'd predicted between Matt and VJ scheduled to take place in just a week's time, Ian set in train the plan he had hatched in conjunction with the Indian outsider to bring about the current champion's downfall, by sending him a short text message.

Hi brat!

Hope you can now sit down again after the spanking I gave you the last time we met! I trust you enjoyed the night as much as I did and hope you somehow managed to persuade your aunt not to rat on you to your parents about you wanking off naked in the club lounge! Did she make you clean up the spunk you'd splattered on the furniture after I left BTW?

We were so busy having fun, I didn't get the chance to mention that I played a practice match with VJ, your opponent in the final, while you were away.

In fact, VJ and I got on so well after chatting in the pub afterwards, that when I told him how you liked making a match "more interesting" by having the loser strip naked afterwards, he said he might well be interested in something similar.

He's gay BTW and quite fancies you, I think, (especially after I showed him a few of the pics of you I happened to have on my phone) so I think he's hoping the winner gets to fuck the loser afterwards as well!

Get back to me if you're up for it and I'll let him know.

Ian

Though short, his text had proved as effective as his previous one in provoking an immediate response, as the youngster had rung him back on his phone, the instant he'd received it!

"You told VJ about our first-round match!" Matt began accusingly, without bothering to say hello.

"Well, I had to convince him I was worth his while playing!" Ian protested, "Given I was supposedly knocked out in the first round!"

"And you showed him the pics you took of me, as well! What about our agreement?"

"I had to show him one or two, to back up what I was saying or he wouldn't have believed me!" Ian protested.

"Plus, showing your pics to someone on my phone, ain't the same as giving them copies!" he added in his defence.

"Besides, it was you who broke our agreement first, by refusing to have anything to do with me once you got the result you wanted posted on the club noticeboard!" he retorted.

"I didn't expect to get publicly fucked and spanked in the club-house forever afterwards!" Matt pointed out in reply.

Deciding that on balance the honours were more or less even, Ian refused to rise to the bait and tried his best to take the heat out of the situation.

"Like I said six weeks ago - the tournament final marks the end of our arrangement and once it's over I'll give you a copy of all the pics and videos I've taken of you on a memory stick."

"Hmm," Matt pondered, "But I know you'll keep copies!" he pointed out.

"Again, keeping copies for my own pleasure, ain't the same as posting 'em on-line!" Ian protested

"Besides, nowadays it's against the law to post explicit pictures on the net without a guy's consent!"

"Okay," Matt agreed, relieved that the demeaning images he'd allowed Ian to take of him as a result of their wager wouldn't haunt him for the rest of his life, as he'd feared they might. Plus, he could now look forward to finally being able to wank-off over them himself!

"But before I hand 'em over, I want you to get VJ to agree to the terms of the wager."

"The loser has to strip-off on court at the end of the match!" he added, finding it hard to hide his excitement at the prospect of turning this particular fantasy of his into a reality at Matt's expense.

"And the winner gets to fuck the loser afterwards in front on me and my gym buddies - in order to make sure it happens, so I can video it!"

"You really think an Indian lad's going to be willing to risk having to show his bare butt to everyone if he loses?" Matt queried sceptically, "Or risk you having a video of him getting fucked?"

"Maybe, maybe not!" Ian admitted, "But you make sure you add it into the dare as part of the deal and see what he says!"

"My guess is he'll agree, as, by all accounts, he ain't expecting to lose!" he added provocatively.

"What if I don't want to fuck him anyway?"

"Oh, I think you will!" Ian replied, "But if you don't, I'd be more than happy to do it for you!"

Matt heaved a sigh, uncomfortable about being used by Ian to do his dirty work but as excited about the possible outcome of the wager as he was.

"Did you beat him by any chance?" Matt enquired, clearly mindful that it might be him who had to strip on court if things didn't go to plan.

"I'm afraid not!" Ian replied with a giggle, "It was a close match, but he beat me in straight sets. He doesn't have a temper, like you have!"

Trying hard not to fly into a rage and prove Ian's point, Matt counted to ten before resuming their conversation on a slightly different tack.

"How'd you get VJ to tell you he's gay?" he enquired, only to go on to answer his own question when Ian remained silent.

"Don't tell me you had sex with him!" the youngster guessed correctly.

"Well, he is pretty dishy!" Ian protested, flattered by the hint of jealousy in Matt's retort, which made him still more eager to boast to him about his latest sexual conquest.

"Was I supposed to keep myself to myself while you were away?" he teased, "You never said you wanted me to save myself for you!"

"Seriously though, although I fancy him a lot, he seems more interested in you than me! I think he's after getting himself a young slave boy to suck his dick, rather than a top guy like me to dominate him!"

"Really!" Matt grunted back at him, struggling to control his temper yet again, annoyed that Ian had clearly presented him to his rival as his potential future sub. But his anger was also tempered by the more welcome news that the Indian lad fancied him.

"I thought that might not go down too well with you!" Ian chortled, "but you may change your mind when you get to meet him. So, I suggest you and him get together before Saturday to agree something between the two you."

"If you fancy a go at playing top yourself and upping the stakes even further, maybe you suggest the loser become the winner's sex slave for a month or two afterwards...." Ian threw into the mix, to set the lad thinking about the potential upside should he win.

"Me and my gym buddies will be around to ensure the loser complies with the bet, whichever way it goes, because, in my experience, some guys can't be relied upon to honour a wager unless they have no option..."

Again, Matt refused to take the bait, assured Ian that he would get in touch with VJ and then hung up.

After setting down his phone, Matt paused to consider the implications of going along with what Ian had suggested. If he won, he quite fancied the idea of having a slave boy of his own to fuck and torment in the same way Ian had tormented him! If he lost, he was fucked in any case, so what did it matter if he ended up becoming VJ's slave? If truth be told, he had found himself increasingly turned-on by the way Ian had dominated and humiliated him, but he wasn't about to admit that to anyone!

Setting aside his first-round loss, he had breezed through the rest of the tournament with ease and, although he hadn't yet seen the Indian lad play, his mates had dismissed VJ as a defensive percentage player who provided little threat to him winning the title for the third time. However, with the stakes potentially being raised sky high, Matt decided it was high time he checked out his opponent's game first-hand and got to meet the lad who Ian claimed had the hots for him!

So, he got his mates to tip him off when VJ was next spotted at the club and drove over there at high speed in his mum's car to make sure he got the chance to see him play. However, instead of studying the newcomer's strengths and weakness as he watched him practice surreptitiously from the side- lines, when Matt saw VJ up close for the first time, knowing that he was gay, the only thing he could think about was fucking him!

Matt had not knowingly come into contact with any gay Indian lads before, but the more he saw of VJ's handsome face, slender brown body and amiable nature, the more he was taken by the prospect of having sex with him. So instead of working out his game plan, he found himself imagining the youngster being forced to strip off his clothes in front of a jeering crowd after being beaten by him six love six love, in the club final - a fantasy that immediately caused his cock to swell.

The sex Matt had had introduced him to over the past few weeks had opened his eyes to the mental and physical pleasures that awaited whoever got to play the dominant role in a master-slave relationship. So much so, that he now longed to experience the same control and power over another guy as Ian currently held over him!

He thought the reputedly shy VJ would be an excellent candidate for him to subject to the same sort of humiliation and sexual indignities as he himself had been made to suffer. He imagined him stripped naked, sucking his dick on his knees after the match was over while Ian and his mates looked on and captured it on video. Then having him bend over and part his taut brown buttocks so he could fuck his tight virginal ass, until he came.

If he could entice VJ into entering into the bet Ian had proposed, this need not be an idle fantasy, he realised. By winning a single match he could not only land himself a flashy new car, courtesy of his father, to drive around in, but also acquire a sexy, submissive boyfriend to fuck in the back of it, whenever he was feeling horny!

Tipped off by Ian that Matt would approach him, when VJ had caught sight of the youngster watching him play from a discrete distance, he immediately recognised him from the pics he had shown him.

Keeping his cool, he'd carried on until he'd completed the set as though he hadn't noticed him staring, then suggested to his hitting partner that they take a break to get drinks from the clubhouse. Before Matt had time to move away, the two of them were heading directly toward him, providing him with just the opportunity he'd been seeking to discuss the proposed wager with his opponent.

"Looking forward to the match?" VJ called out, flashing Matt a grin to let him know he recognised him, despite them never having exchanged words before.

"I sure am!" the youngster replied, quickly hiding the erection he had sprouted as he had imagined the young Indian relieved of his clothes, behind his racquet bag.

"I was looking for you and thought I may as well watch the game until you were done," he offered to explain his behaviour, "Mind if I have a quick word with you? In private?" he added.

"Not at all!" VJ replied, handing over a couple of coins and asking his mate to buy him an orange juice from the vending machine while he chatted with Matt.

"Can we stand in the shade so I can cool off while we talk, as I've been playing non-stop for the last hour?"

"Course!" Matt replied, letting his eyes linger on the Indian lad's butt and noticing the sweat-soaked fabric of his shorts adhered to his buttocks as they swung from side to side.

"The fewer people get to hear about this, the better!" he added as he followed him into the shadow cast by the copse of trees located at the courts' perimeter.

"This is to do with the wager, I guess," VJ ventured, turning back to face him once they reached the shade, by which time his pal was well out of earshot.

"I played a practice match with our mutual friend, Ian, a week or so ago," he explained, "and he told me that when you'd played him in the first round, you'd had a bet on the outcome. He said you might be interested in doing something similar for the final."

Grateful that VJ had saved him the problem of bringing up the subject, but uncertain how much Ian had revealed to him about the sexual nature of their bet, Matt was slow to reply.

"Yes," he replied hesitantly, suddenly realising there was a possibility that Ian had set him up! That VJ was not gay, that he had not told him about the sexual nature of their wager nor revealed that he had lost their match. And that whatever he revealed to him now, about becoming his sex slave in return for him misreporting the result, would be the first he knew of it!

For his part, VJ interpreted the current club champion's uncharacteristic reticence as a symptom of embarrassment, so sought to reassure him that he was aware of what they'd been up to, so he wouldn't chicken out before agreeing to the wager.

"There's no need to be coy about it with me, I know all about the sort of sex games you two like to play!" he whispered in his ear.

To Matt's alarm, VJ then proceeded to demonstrate the extent of his knowledge, by surreptitiously sliding his hand down the back of his shorts!

Realising Ian had shared far more about him with VJ, rather than far less, Matt swallowed hard and looked around apprehensively to check if anyone was watching.

If being shown the pics of him being sexually humiliated had emboldened the mild-mannered Indian lad into thinking he was a sexual pushover, how much worse would it be if they ended up being circulated more widely, should he fail to comply with Ian's instructions!

So, despite VJ covetously fondling the cheeks of his ass, Matt made no attempt to reject his advances but pressed on to outline the details of the wager that Ian had demanded he put to him, as speedily as he could.

Meeting no resistance, VJ pressed on to part the youngster's buttocks so he could locate his hole and run the tip of one of his fingers around the perimeter as he talked!

"So, are you up for it? Or are you scared you might lose?" Matt challenged, once he was done, grabbing hold of the Indian's wrist and forcibly extracting his hand from the back of his shorts.

"You can definitely count me in!" his opponent replied, with a lascivious grin.

"But if I was to win the tournament, I'd want you as my sex slave for the whole year!" he added provocatively.

Ian hadn't been kidding when he'd told him the Indian had the hots for him, Matt reflected, as he deliberated about whether to agree to his amendment or not.

"Don't pretend you don't find the prospect exciting!" VJ goaded, cupping the mound that was tenting out the front of Matt's shorts and giving it a squeeze.

Instinctively, Matt fended off his hand and backed away, then equally impulsively, responded to his opponent's attempt at one-upmanship, just as Ian had known he would, by accepting his proposal without argument.

"That's fine by me! I look forward to seeing you showing your arse to the crowd once I've beaten you in the final! And having Matt video me fucking you, after I've won!"

"Okay, then we have a deal!" VJ confirmed, holding out the soiled fingers of his right hand for Matt to shake on, "I'm looking forward to fucking that tight little hole of yours, for a whole year after I win!"

"In your dreams!" Matt responded, ignoring his outstretched hand and heading back to the clubhouse at speed, using his racquet bag to hide his erection when his path crossed that of the Indian lad's hitting partner, returning with drinks in his hands.

"See you on court, Saturday!" VJ called out after him, as he emerged from the shadows to greet his pal.

But a worried Matt had already hurried off to seek the assistance of his own acolytes to help him prepare for the big event.

1. Finals Day

Finals day always took place on the first Saturday in September and, because of its superior facilities, was held at Matt's old school - on the show court where the lad's humiliation had begun. The event was followed by the club's annual dinner and dance which was held in the school dining hall.

As was traditional, the men's singles match provided the climax to the day, so when Ian arrived to see Matt and VJ confront each other in the late afternoon, he found himself circling the crowded school car park in his battered Ford in search of a space that wasn't already taken by newer and much grander models.

Even though they were not tennis enthusiasts, like himself, in the light of what was scheduled to happen when it ended, Ian had had little trouble persuading Ben and Tony to accompany him to the event.

Ian intended to enjoy the day to the full and celebrate the match's outcome by having Matt service all of their cocks, in a secluded spot in the lush greenery of the school grounds afterwards - regardless of whether he won or lost! How else could he have persuaded VJ to agree to their crazy wager!

However, in line with their earlier agreement, he would hand over to him copies of all the humiliating pictures and video he'd taken of him on a memory stick - only to immediately add an even more raunchy one to his collection, of him being fucked and humiliated by all four of them! He had also tipped off his two companions that they should have their mobiles at the ready at the end of the match to record the climax he was hoping for.

As the trio made their way to the front of the crowd and took up the court-side seats Matt had reserved for them, at Ian's request, the two finalists were busy warming up. While his companions settled into their seats Ian, who had attached the memory stick to a chain draped around his neck, attracted the lad's attention by holding it up for him to see. Only for him to grimace in response.

Matt was visibly nervous. The stakes were high. Not only was his reputation both as the club's undisputed tennis champ on the line but also the long dreamed of car his dad had promised him should he win the tournament for a third time. The other dire consequences of him losing, that he had been hustled into agreeing to by Ian and VJ in advance of the match, he refused to even think about!

In contrast, with far less to lose, his opponent was looking relaxed and quietly confident. While Matt's parents were sitting proudly at the front of the crowd, accepting their friends' good wishes like visiting royalty, VJ had made damn sure his had no idea he was even playing in the tournament! As an outsider who had managed to fight his way through to the final by disposing of a whole string of club stalwarts in a succession of lengthy three set matches, he had only succeeded in making himself even less popular amongst the majority of the membership than when he was unknown! They were now looking to Matt to restore the status quo, by defeating him.

As the current champion, and on the basis of form, Matt was the hot favourite to win the title, as in contrast with VJ, he had lost only one set on his way to the final. Chastened by his undeclared first round defeat, Matt had tightened up his game dramatically and, with Ian's threat of a spanking hanging over him if he misbehaved, had managed to control his temper in every match since.

Unlike Matt, VJ was blessed with a naturally placid temperament, was a tactician rather than a power player and had a huge range of shots at his disposal. Like Ian, he would systematically work out his opponent's weaknesses before homing in on them to secure victory.

Since the club members were all unknown quantities to him, each match had presented him with a new challenge. But, with an unflappable calm he had continued to return his flashier opponents' shots until their game had broken down - dismissing one flushed face white boy after another until he had eventually reached the final.

While Ian had decided to remain neutral and applaud both players on the basis of the merits of their play, his two gym buddies had decided to enter into the spirit of the occasion and be more partisan. They'd opted to divide their loyalties in line with which of the two finalists they fancied the most, with Ben supporting VJ and Tony, Matt.

Laughing at their explanation, Ian sat back with his camera at the ready, hoping his second visit to this prestigious venue would prove to be just as gratifying as the first.

Once battle commenced, the score moved on pretty rapidly as Matt attempted to out-blast and out- serve his opponent from the word go, with few rallies due to the high number of aces and winners. Although VJ's serves were less powerful, they were placed with deadly accuracy and it took Matt some time to read his service action and work out where they were going.

Unsurprisingly, the first set was decided by a tie break which VJ lost after a couple of bad bounces on the uneven surface conspired to deceive him. But the second was a different matter.

Determined to avoid a repeat of what had gone before, VJ made sure he returned all but the very best of Matt's serves and much to the lad's annoyance broke serve in the first game. The Indian coolly served out the next game and in the one that followed Matt became so wary of what his opponent might do to his second serve that he threw in a couple of double faults and handed him a double break.

VJ's confidence increased with his success and try as he might to get his act back together, a disconsolate Matt found himself falling behind still further until he conceded the set six games to two.

Taking a leaf out of his rival's book, in the third set, Matt took some of the pace off his hitting and aimed for greater accuracy instead. It worked, and there followed a series of long rallies where both contestants attempted to outmanoeuvre their opponent.

This was turning out to be the hardest fought and most entertaining final the club had seen for years as both players dug in their heels, both determined not to lose.

As no one, apart from Ian, had taken Matt to a third set in the tournament before, VJ realised they were now in new territory and there was a good chance his opponent might tire if he got him running around enough to take the edge off his game.

Taking a leaf out of Ian's book, when Matt attempted to come to the net behind a less than perfect drive, he slammed the ball at his body with as much ferocity as he could muster. Taken totally by surprise by this uncharacteristically aggressive tactic, Matt was visibly shaken as the ball hit the frame of his racquet and cannoned off, high into the crowd, where a spectator caught it and received a round of applause.

Reminded of his defeat by Ian, a chastened Matt became reluctant to go to the net after that, afraid of what might come his way should he venture there behind a weak approach.

Pleased to see his opponent now staying at the rear of the court, a delighted VJ mixed in more and more drop-shots to get Matt haring back to the net only to position himself perfectly to volley the ball away for a winner. He even threw in a couple of slow-paced serves Matt wasn't expecting that left the lad stranded out in the tramlines.

This proved to be the turning point of the match. While Matt was coated in sweat, with his clothes clinging tightly to his body, VJ appeared as cool as a cucumber, patiently dictating play from the back of the court and only coming to the net when he deemed it was safe to do so, until his opponent was run ragged.

The current champ may have had his clothes on this time round, but the humiliation he suffered at the hands of his underrated opponent in front of his family and friends was far greater.

At 5:3 down, Matt risked returning to his natural game and fired off what he hoped would be a series of aces in a final attempt to rescue the match. But to his annoyance, on game point, the umpire called "Out" what he had felt certain was a winner and he turned his anger from his opponent to him.

"Were you asleep or something?" Matt challenged, "It was clearly in!"

But, with no Hawkeye, to appeal to, he was bound to abide by the umpire's decision and he showed no sign of changing his mind.

The loss of concentration that followed the argument sealed Matt's fate. He failed to win another point and crashed out of the tournament short of achieving his goal.

As the muted applause gradually faded and the audience began talking among themselves, VJ towelled himself down beside the umpire's chair and cast an expectant look in the direction of his defeated opponent.

In response, Matt flung his racquet to the ground and awarded his sports bag a kick so hard that he sent it flying into the refreshment stand.

When the umpire warned him to calm down, to the crowd's amazement, the distraught youngster told him to "Fuck off!"

As Matt's unsportsmanlike conduct began to generate boos from the section of the crowd within earshot, to the rest of the on-lookers' amusement, the defeated finalist proceeded to wrench off his sweat-soaked shirt and hurl it in the direction of his opponent.

Inevitably this prompted a series of wolf whistles from the crowd, the usual response to any male player who elected to display his bare chest by changing his shirt on court. But in Matt's case these were now mixed in with the disapproval traditionally reserved for a "bad loser".

Enraged that the crowd should turn against him after awarding him nothing but adulation in the past, Matt tore off his trainers and, before the umpire had the chance to intervene, had thrown them in the direction of those who were booing him!

"Off! Off! Off!" they chanted gleefully in response, hoping their taunts would further incense the hot-headed youngster and maybe provoke him to go still further.

Before the umpire could attempt to stop him, Matt tore down his shorts, and pointed his bare arse at the section of the crowd that was goading him - at which point he instantly gained the attention of the whole of it!

With their former champion's fit of pique showing no sign of abating any time soon, the spectators held their collective breath to see if what they thought was about to happen would actually take place.

Not only did Matt step out of his shorts and fling them to the ground at his opponent's feet, he tore off his socks for good measure and flung them at the spectators whose comments had especially upset him.

"Satisfied now?" Matt challenged, as he presented himself to both VJ and the crowd totally naked.

"Very!" VJ chuckled after catching sight of his shaved crotch and pink backside, the result of Ian's previous spankings.

A stunned silence fell over the rest of the crowd as they too observed not just the youngster's lack of public hair, but the rosy circle adorning upturned buttocks.

At this point, the macho facade Matt had displayed to VJ, the umpire, and his tormentors broke up completely, to display to the spoilt child beneath as he burst into uncontrollable sobs. Prompting a guilty-ridden VJ to reach out to attempt to comfort him.

"Fuck-off! You're the cause of all this!" he raged, shoving him away.

Fearing their shenanigans might become public knowledge if he didn't intervene, Ian hastily rose from his front-row seat and joined the two finalists, with his two companions following close behind.

After a whispered "Well done!" to VJ, he wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the inconsolable Matt to shield him from any further abuse by the crowd, some of whom were now aiming empty drink cans at his exposed behind.

His spirit broken, Matt accepted his embrace and comforting words and allowed the trio to lead him from the court, draped in a towel, to hide his nakedness.

But the damage had already been done, as many of the spectators had already captured the lad's outburst on their mobile phones and Ian had little doubt that by the following day it would go viral.

"Here!" VJ called out to Ben before he left the court, "Take Matt's tennis bag for him. I've put his whites and his racquet inside it. His trainers and socks have gone missing, I'm afraid!"

"Thanks for the support, by the way!" he added with a grin, having noticed the Black guy in the front row had been cheering him on from start to finish.

"See ya later!" Ben replied with a wink and headed off after his companions with Matt's bag in tow.

Grateful to have the embarrassing incident brought to a swift end, the umpire stood aside as the traumatised former champ was led from his jurisdiction, by what he assumed were his friends, leaving the club's officials free to turn their attention to awarding the trophy to their surprise winner.

Embarrassed by their son's inexplicable behaviour, Matt's parents were seen heading off court through a different exit in the direction of the car park, leaving the flabbergasted club members to gossip to their hearts' content about the unprecedented scene they had just witnessed.

1. Winner Takes All

As the final round of applause for his opponent faded in the distance, the bare-footed runner-up was being escorted into the seclusion of the nearby woods by his muscular entourage.

"Don't think you're going to get out of honouring your wager through having a tantrum and bursting into tears!" Ian warned, casting aside the mask of sympathy he had shown toward Matt the moment they were enveloped by the greenery.

"Hand over the towel, loser!" he instructed, halting when they eventually reached a clearing, well away from the stadium. After backing Matt up against a tree, he revealed his true feelings toward the youngster, which along with those of his two horny companions, could best be summarised as a mix of contempt, lust and glee.

Looking from one grinning face to another, Matt reluctantly untethered the sweat-stained wrap from around his loins and surrendered it to Ben, who excitedly stowed it away in his bag to render him naked once again.

At long last, Ian had Matt just the way he wanted him: not just unclothed and vulnerable but with his spirit crushed by his unexpected defeat and the public disapprobation that had followed his on-court outburst.

Not only were his plans and hopes for the future now in complete disarray, but video of his public meltdown and humiliation was likely to be posted on the internet to haunt him for the rest of his tennis-playing career. Even if the spectators chose not to post their versions on social media, he and his mates had captured their own versions of what had transpired from their ring-side seats and could post it there themselves!

However, he knew from experience that Matt's compliance was only likely to be a temporary affair and unless he and the beefy duo succeeded in putting the fear of god in him while they had the chance, the lad's swagger would quickly return and within a few days he would revert to his old modus operandi of using his looks, self-confidence and charm to bully those around him into doing whatever he wanted.

For their part, Ian's gym buddies had been equally unimpressed by Matt's loss of temper and self- pitying tears and were more than willing to help Ian prevent him from welching on his wager. They were just as captivated by the lad's handsome features and athletic body as their friend had been, so were eager to make the most of the opportunity he'd given them to cut the arrogant son of a bitch down to size and have some fun at his expense.

Emboldened by the beer Ian had bought them to drink after the match, and with their lust-filled thoughts increased by the sight of the lad completely naked, the pair were in no mood to hold off until VJ arrived to claim his prize.

"So, this is the spoilt brat that's been giving you such a hard time!" the older, more sexually experienced Tony observed to Ian, circling around Matt menacingly and then pushing up his chin with his fingertips up so he could see the lad's sullen, tear-stained face more clearly.

"Stand up straight!" he then demanded, surprising him by landing a sharp slap across his already reddened rump.

Intimidated by the size and muscularity of Ian's two accomplices, Matt knew better than to resist and straightened up from his slouch, but made the mistake of catching Tony's eye to register the disdain he felt toward him.

"Drop the attitude, now!" Tony barked in his ear, "or I promise you, you're going to regret it big- time!"

"It's good that you spanked him," he then resumed coolly to Ian, as though giving a lecture on SM best practice, "But judging by the way he behaved today, it looks like you didn't do it HARD ENOUGH!"

Whilst Matt watched apprehensively, the muscle guy slowly unfastened his leather belt and slid it out of the loops at the top of his jeans.

"Bend over and grab your ankles!" Tony demanded, folding the belt in two and taking a grip on one end of it, ready to take aim.

Realising his compliance would mean him receiving an untold number of further blows, despite being naked and barefoot, Matt decided to make a run for it!

But after he'd only sped a few yards over the uneven ground, he tripped over a tree root and went sprawling, allowing Ben and Ian to chase him down and drag him back, kicking and screaming, to face his tormentor with his tennis arm folded up behind his back in a half-nelson.

"I said, bend over!" Tony then repeated.

This time, after swallowing hard, Matt reluctantly did as he was told.

Thinking it unlikely Matt would dare run off again, after Tony had administered his punishment and left matt's arse striped with a series of welts, Ian rooted around inside the bag in which he had brought the cans of beer, where he located the dog collar and leash that he'd purchased in a pet shop the day before.

"I bought 'em specially for today," he grinned, holding them up for his mates' approval, before looping the collar around Matt's neck and fastening it in place. After which, to the youngster's consternation, he attached the end of the chain leash to its ring. "Nice one!" Tony commented in approval.

"Get down on all-fours, slave boy!" Ian directed, holding onto the end of the leash, "Now we're going to take some more pictures!"

"Can you take some of the two of us together?" Ian asked Ben, handing his phone over to him to do the honours.

He then returned to stand at Matt's side and smiled into the camera as Ben took a series of pics of the seething former champ knelt down on the ground beside him at the end of the leash, wearing nothing but the collar.

This was followed by a whole lot more as Ian stroked and petted him and played around with his exposed genitals until he succeeded in getting him erect. After which, he took his turn behind the camera and took trophy pics for his two friends of them also holding the end of Matt's leash.

"I'm off to find VJ and fetch us some food before it all goes!" Ian added to his mates, once he was done, mindful that it was the Indian lad who had brought about Matt's downfall and that he was supposed to hand him over to him now the final was over.

"Great!" Tony replied, "I'm starving!"

"Here you are, you can drink these while you're waiting!" Ian responded, taking two more beers from his bag and handing them over to them to keep them happy. God only knew what the inebriated pair would do with Matt once he was gone, so he gave Ben a handful of condoms and sachets of lube from and his stash and made them promise they would keep it safe.

Before he left, Ian took Tony to one side and had a quiet word in his ear before heading off in the direction of the dance music, in search of Matt's new master.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure he don't run away before he gets here," Tony assured him with a smirk as his mate disappeared through the trees.

When Ian reached the crowded dining hall, his first thought was not to seek out VJ but to sample at least some of the food and drink he had paid so handsomely for, while there was still some of it left!

After filling his plate from the buffet and sating his appetite, he wandered around in search of the new tennis club champion to congratulate him on his triumph and inform him that his prize was awaiting him.

Eventually he found a slightly tipsy VJ slouched beside the half empty punch bowl, overwhelmed by his sudden popularity and by the surprising amount of good will that had been shown him in the light of both his win and Matt's churlish behaviour.

"Matt's waiting for you out in the grounds," Ian confided with his accomplice with a grin, "Once I've had a bite to eat, I'll take you to him!"

"Ben and Tony are looking after him - so by the time you arrive I'm pretty sure you'll be able to do whatever you like with him!"

"In the meantime, have a shufti at the pics we took of him..." he chuckled, handing over his mobile to him.

"Shit!" exclaimed VJ, glimpsing over his shoulder to check no one was watching as he caught his first glimpse of the defeated champion crouching collared and naked at the end of Ian's leash, like his pet dog.

"Quite a come down!" VJ grinned, as he proceeded to flick through the rest of the pics, clearly tickled by the change in attitude displayed by his former rival, who he had seen earlier angrily kicking his sports bag around the court, cursing the umpire and arguing with the crowd.

"I thought you'd like them!" Ian replied, "Plus, all the other pictures I've got of him are stored on this!" Ian added with a wink, removing the memory stick from around his neck and draping it over the new champion's head as though he were awarding him a medal.

"He officially belongs to you now!"

"Thanks!" VJ replied with a glint in his eye, "After you've finished dinner maybe you can take some of Matt posing with me, like this?"

"If that's what you'd like! Matt's ass belongs to you now!" Ian explained, "He lost the bet and is obliged to be your sex slave for a whole year! But, if I were you, I'd keep these pics safe and take a whole lot more of you fucking him if you want to make sure he'll abide by the result when Ben and Tony aren't around!"

"You think he'll be difficult to tame?" the Indian lad mused, clearly nervous about taking on the role of the belligerent youngster's Master unaided, "You think he'll behave any better with me than he did with you?"

"He might, as I think he fancies you more than me does me. But if you'd like, I could stick around to show you the ropes, as it were..."

"I think I'd like that," replied VJ with a conspiratorial grin.

"Brilliant!" Ian thought to himself, looking forward to witnessing Matt continue in his role as slave for far longer than he had expected plus the equally alluring prospect of participating in a regular threesome involving the young Indian as well!

"Those pics have got me really horny!" VJ confessed, surreptitiously revealing to Ian the bulge that had appeared at the front of his suit trousers as he'd pondered what he'd do first to Matt when he got to meet him.

In response, his mentor grinned, hurriedly polished off the rest of his dinner and knocked back his glass of punch.

After helping his mentor surreptitiously load up a doggy bag of food to take to his mates, VJ abandoned his trophy and accompanied Ian to claim the far more valuable prize of Matt's ass!

1. The Love Match

Instead of leading the new club champion back to the woods, Ian took him to the, now deserted show court, where Matt's path to sexual slavery had begun. There, his mates were awaiting them seated in the two players' chairs but it was Matt who instantly grabbed their attention.

He stood between them atop the umpire's chair, with his arms on his head and his eyes closed, with the dog collar still wrapped around his neck, but otherwise completely naked. He was breathing rapidly, with his lips parted and his face flushed red. You didn't have to look far to work out the cause of his excitement, as his rock-hard cock was pointing skywards above his hairless crotch and its head was coated with a thick layer of his own pre-cum.

"Start wanking again!" Tony yelled out to him, to demonstrate to the newcomers how they'd been entertaining themselves while they'd waited for them to arrive, "But don't you dare cum! Or you'll be getting the hiding of your life!"

Clearly eager to avoid any more pain being inflicted on his backside, Matt instantly lowered his right hand to his groin and resumed pulling on his dick. Only for the pleasurable sensations he was experiencing to become so overwhelming, that barely twenty seconds later, he placed his hands on his head once again.

Amazed to see his defeated opponent still publicly exposing himself in the same location as he had earlier, VJ stopped in his tracks and took out his mobile phone. He then proceeded to capture his own images of Matt in order to bolster his hold over him, should the year ahead prove to be as turbulent as Ian was suggesting it might be.

"He's all yours, champ, primed and ready to go!" Tony chuckled, "So, help yourself to him, while we're still around to keep him in order!"

"Is that the food you've brought back for us?" Ben enquired after spotting the doggy bag in Ian's hand, "We helped ourselves to another beer by the way, hope you don't mind!"

"Not at all!" Ian replied with an indulgent grin, handing the bag over to him so he could check out the booty they had snatched from the buffet table on their behalf.

"Go for it! He'll do whatever you say!" Ben assured VJ with a smile when he hesitated, "Don't worry, we'll keep an eye out to make sure you're not disturbed."

"Here you better take this!" Tony added, extracting the dog leash from his pocket and handing it over to VJ, before joining his mate and helping himself to his share of the food.

Ian meanwhile, volunteered to take over videoing proceedings with the lad's mobile phone, to leave the new champ free to claim his prize unhindered, aiming to capture as many raunchy images of him being humiliated by his new master as he could before the light faded completely.

Primed by Ian on what to say as they had walked through the school grounds, after handing his phone over to him, VJ voiced his first commands for his slave to obey.

"Matt! This is your new Master VJ here!" he began nervously, recalling that the last words his irate opponent had said to him were "Fuck-off!"

"You belong to me now and must do whatever I say!"

"You understand?" he added hoarsely, when the lad made no reply.

"Yes, Sir!" a defeated-looking Matt replied in the submissive manner Ian had taught him to do, clearly reluctant to have his raw arse hit again by one of his gym buddies.

After years of loneliness and solitary masturbation, thanks to Ian's intervention, VJ suddenly found himself not only with three new gay pals but also the master of one of the pale-skinned lads he had lusted after so much during his teenage years, but never had the confidence or opportunity to approach.

Unable to contain his emotions, before approaching Matt, he first awarded his liberator a grateful hug to display his gratitude, after which he whispered in his ear, "What should I get him to do first?"

"Well," pondered Ian, as his two gym buddies guffawed at their new friend's uncertainty, whilst continuing to stuff their faces with the food, "What about, 'Get down from there and start sucking my dick!'"

"Okay, okay," VJ mumbled, before amplifying Ian's words so Matt could hear them, but with somewhat less conviction.

Mortified that the Indian lad he lusted after should witness him publicly humiliated yet again, Matt's tears began to flow afresh. But this time in regret rather than self-pity as he realised he only had himself to blame for his current plight.

"Can I open my eyes Sir? So I don't fall down the steps?" the lad snivelled.

"No! Not yet!" the flustered Indian replied, "Just take it slowly!"

Whilst Matt cautiously climbed down from the high chair one step at a time, not daring to open his eyes, for fear of the consequences, a gleeful Ian captured close-ups of his beaten arse for VJ to enjoy viewing later.

"Over here!" his new master directed, as soon as Matt reached the playing surface, stepping forward to hook the leash through the ring on his collar.

"Now get down on all fours, like a good little doggy!" he demanded, breaking into a grin when the chastened lad instantly complied.

With growing self-confidence, the new champ posed alongside his slave for Ian to record pictures of him patting and stroking him, then held his fingers up to his mouth and demanded he lick them as if he were a real dog.

Inspired by the way Matt had rebuffed his advances in their pre-match encounter, VJ then opted to up his humiliation a notch further by having him turn around to point his ass toward the camera, after which he instructed him to hold his buttocks apart so he could more easily prise two of his wetted fingers in and out of his hole.

"He's a natural dom!" Tony commented to his mates in admiration between mouthfuls, impressed by the youngster's mischievousness.

Emboldened by his comment, VJ went on to fondle the silky texture of Matt's shaved balls and give them a proprietorial squeeze, before wrapping his fist around his tender but still fully erect shaft and sending him into raptures, by awarding it several tugs of his own.

"Don't you dare cum!" he warned, quoting Tony's words from earlier, when barely a minute later Matt began to moan.

His inspection complete, a no longer hesitant VJ, turned Matt around to face his groin and unzipped the front of the smart pants he'd changed into for the dinner. Not having bothered to put on underwear, he yanked out his own swollen member through the gap and have it a few tugs before pressing it against his kneeling slave's lips.

Seeing his cock's impressive dimensions for the first time, Ben and Tony briefly broke off their eating to award VJ raucous wolf whistles.

"Matt's a lucky boy!" Ben chortled, to cheer his tennis hero on, while the sightless youngster rapidly discovered how well-endowed his new Indian master was by touch alone!

"Suck it! VJ demanded, this time quoting the oft-repeated line from the gay porn videos he's clandestinely ogled on the internet late at night.

As Ian had trained him, Matt didn't rush to take all VJ's cock into his mouth at once, but slowly eased back the Indian lad's foreskin and licked away the juices that had accumulated beneath it before kissing it respectfully and wrapping his lips tightly around its bulbous head.

Gobsmacked by the intensity of the pleasure Matt's efforts were giving him, VJ was soon running his fingers through the lad's abundant curls and urging him to "Take it all!" in yet another quote from his favourite porn movies.

Obliged to obey his playful new master, Matt did his best to immerse himself in his role as his slave, as he demonstrated what he'd learnt as a result of Ian's tutelage, by taking his shaft all the way inside him and keeping it there without gagging.

Meanwhile, his former mentor zoomed in to capture his willing submission on camera and close-ups of both participants' fully-erect dicks, aware that what he was recording was far raunchier than any professional porn video he had ever seen posted online. But there was more to come!

Whilst Matt continued to service his dick, VJ decided it was high time for him to shed his restrictive clothing and commanded him to help him do so, whilst insisting he continue to keep his eyes tight shut.

Grinning at his words, Ian finally found himself finally free to admire and capture pictures of the talented youngster's brown-skinned body, in addition to Matt's own, as he speedily parted VJ from his dress-shirt and smart shoes and reached down to relieve him of his trousers.

"Don't worry, I'll look after your duds," Ben volunteered, stepping forward to scoop up VJ's discarded clothing the moment Matt had removed it, so he could get a close-up view of him naked too, before storing it, along with what remained of Matts' sports attire, in the ex-champ's tennis bag.

After removing his master's socks, Matt surprised Ian by voluntarily lowering his head to kiss the tops of VJ's feet and then lick his way upwards from his ankles to the tops of his thighs before he resumed sucking his dick once more!

Soon close to cumming himself, VJ hurriedly extracted his cock from the lad's mouth to turn himself about to impose one further humiliation on Matt and get it recorded on video before he reached his climax.

Once his arse was located opposite Matt's face, he wrapped a hand around the back of his slave's head to hold it steady, then thrust his bare buttocks into his face.

"Lick my arse, slave!" he demanded, giving Ian the opportunity to capture Matt performing yet another act of sexual submission to him on his mobile so he could make use of it later.

"Told yer! He's a natural dom!" Tony repeated to his mate in admiration, boosting VJ's confidence even more.

To all three spectators' delight, Matt obediently lowered his face to the Indian's upturned butt and after easing apart his buttocks, tentatively sank both his nose and mouth into his crack.

"Stick your tongue out further!" Ian demanded, keen to up Matt's humiliation even more, "I want to record it actually going inside his hole!"

Once Matt had complied with Ian's demand, VJ turned around and hoisted him up onto his feet by his leash until they were positioned face to face.

"You can open your eyes now!" he announced with a grin, finally feeling confident enough to control Matt without the need for him to be at a disadvantage.

Smiling broadly, the moment he obliged, VJ abandoned the leash, grasped the back of the lad's head in his hands and awarded him the most passionate and long-lasting of kisses on his lips.

Following that, he wrapped his hands around the smoothness of Matt's slender body and held him in a tight embrace, before setting the role play aside and encouraging him to do the same. After which, the pair began to explore, kiss and fondle every part of each other's bodies in a frenzy of lust, to applause and laughter from the watching trio.

"This is clearly a love match!" Ian commented wryly to his mates, halting his videoing and crouching down between them, when the pair's more conventional love-making showed no sign of abating any time soon.

"There isn't much left for Matt to eat?" he noted, when he checked out the doggie bag and noticed his mates had scoffed almost all the food they'd brought from the buffet.

"Matt's eaten already!" Ben replied smugly.

"Two helpings. Main and dessert!" Tony added with a grin.

"I see!" Ian sniggered in response, whilst at the same time realising that unless he got VJ to invite him to join in with them, he might end up being the only one not to cum that evening!

Sceptical that Matt would remain co-operative as this for long, he deposited VJ's phone in the lad's tennis bag alongside his clothes and extracted his own from his pocket.

After tipping the wink to Ben, he switched on the cam and gave it to him to indicate he should continue to take pictures, then proceeded to interrupt the two lovers' connubial bliss to impose something more to his sexual tastes.

"Time for me to give Matt a farewell fuck!" he announced tapping VJ on the shoulder and holding up a condom and sachet of lube to illustrate what he had in mind.

"Follow me!" he demanded, taking hold of the leash that had been left dangling down from Matt's collar and leading him buy it to the centre of the court, whilst indicating to VJ that he should position himself on the opposite side of the net.

Once there, he positioned the former champ face-down over its centre band with his legs spread wide apart and his ass up in the air and handed the leash back to VJ to hold as the lad resumed sucking his dick.

With Ben hovering nearby to record what they were up to on his phone, Ian lubed up Matt's arse, stretched a condom over his already fully-erect dick and within seconds had thrust it between his ruby-red cheeks and deep inside his hole.

Whilst the defeated champ clung onto the straining net-cord to steady himself, the excited pair sank their cocks deeper, and ever more rapidly, inside their respective ends of their bucking slave.

After synchronising their respective thrusts so they were pushing against each other, they succeed, not only in penetrating Matt to his very core, but also in bringing both him and themselves to climax simultaneously.

Rather than treat the lad to his third helping of spunk that day, VJ chose to extract his dick from his slave's mouth before his cock erupted.

Celebrating the start of his year-long reign as tennis club champion and Matt's master, not with Champagne, but by showering his defeated opponent in a tsunami of cum.

The threesome had barely recovered from the most tumultuous of orgasms, when the whole place was suddenly brilliantly lit!

Someone had switched on the show court's floodlights.

With the sound of female chatter to be heard coming from the changing facilities at its rear, Ian hurriedly withdrew his cock from Matt's arse and indicated to Ben and Tony that they should retreat from the court to take cover in the woods before they were spotted. Leaving the two naked lovers stranded in the spotlight at opposite sides of the net, to face the music without them.

"Aunty!" Matt exclaimed in horror, once VJ had wiped his spunk from his eyes, when he spotted four heavily made-up middle-aged ladies dressed in pristine tennis whites making their way onto the court.

Plainly shocked by the sight of the two men's finalists, now both stripped completely naked, she shook her head from side to side in disbelief, especially when she noticed her red-arsed nephew had a dog collar wrapped around his neck and his face was coated in cum!

"Well, at least they seem to have made up, after their spat!" she commented to her companions, philosophically, unable to prevent herself from breaking into a grin!

END

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