CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. XLVI.- READY, SET, GO! 🏃

READY… SET…

Angel stares at the two, rope taut, balls clenched, asses in the air. Topsecret's face is red from the effort of the previous rounds. P has his nipples swollen with the clamps swinging back and forth with each breath.

—NOW!

The rope creaks. Both grunt like animals. P does what Angel taught him: he inflates his stomach, raises his neck, and his muscles activate.

Topsecret notices he's losing ground. His knees slide on the floor. The rope is crushing his balls, and his face reflects the panic of someone who knows he might lose.

—Damn, damn, DAMN... —he mutters between his teeth.

P advances centimeter by centimeter. Angel walks around, smoking his cigar, observing with a satisfied smile. He crouches near Topsecret and blows smoke in his face.

This time, he only touches his package. He doesn't dare take it out, in case P opens his mouth and tries to suck it, forgetting the main goal, which is for Topsecret to lose.

—Come on, son-in-law, is that all you've got? You said you were the active one...

That infuriates Topsecret. He clenches his teeth and pulls with rage, but P already has the rhythm, already has the advantage. The chalk line is there, Topsecret just two hand spans away from crossing it.

—Give up —P repeats to himself, as if talking to Topsecret.

And P, with one last pull...

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The knot that was under his chin, on the collar around his neck, comes undone.

P's face is a poem. Topsecret sees a glimpse of light where everything was dark before, and he initiates a spectacular comeback.

When he passes the point where they started and heads straight for victory, his legs fail him, but he looks at P with panic, and P is exhausted.

With both out of the game momentarily, Angel hurries and tells them to stop. They need to catch their breath and gather some strength.

Angel approaches both, who are panting exhausted on the floor.

—Well, faggots, since this is the point that decides everything, rest for 5 minutes, and we'll continue..

To motivate you... Do you want to know what the winner gets?

Both nod, unable to speak.

—The winner... will fuck the other...

But he has to do it in one stroke, and I'll supervise to make sure it's done right.

The loser shouldn't get his hopes up, as if he were going to enjoy it anyway, because that enjoyment will only last 1 or 2 minutes.

As soon as he's fucked, we'll focus on making him cum as quickly as possible while he's being fucked.

Don't worry, to prevent cheating, either the one who's fucking or I myself will jerk him off. But it will be over quickly.

Topsecret and P look at each other. Years of history between them, years of fucking, of loving, of knowing every fold of each other's skin, and now they're on opposite sides of a rope tied to ...