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He stopped dancing and laid on the stage. Somehow he quickly transitioned into a handstand and flipped back up, landing in a standing position. He pointed out at the crowd again. "Then all these people are going to see the look on your face when I bend you over and fuck you with my big black cock. Your body will belong to me until I cum."

Holy shit.

Chapter 44

Sunday

Bryce

I grabbed the side of my face where I had just taken a punch before knocking one of the other backup dancers out. I turned back to the stage. I tried to listen, but I couldn't quite make out what Alina and the ridiculously well-endowed black guy were saying to each other. There was no doubt in my mind that he was trying to convince her to fuck him. I just didn't know where she stood on the proposal. The shocked excitement on Alina's face when his cock first swung out of his suit and her frequent glances down at it told me that she might not be far away from giving in.

Shit. I had to do something, and fast.

It was so very tempting to pull off my mask, but then she'd be disqualified and all of this would have been for absolutely nothing.

Shit, shit, shit.

I glanced over at Tim standing off stage. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up. No! Thumbs up is not the proper response to this situation. Even though Tim obviously thought this was awesome and didn't understand why I didn't enjoy watching Alina get fucked by a bunch of other dudes, he was the one who concocted this whole thing in the first place, so maybe he would have an idea of how to stop it.

I didn't bother to be discrete about leaving the stage - every camera and pair of eyeballs in the audience were plastered to Alina and the foot long cock.

"Dude, isn't this awesome?" asked Tim when I reached the curtain. "Have you ever seen a cock that big?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked. I pulled my mask off and threw it on the ground.

"Oh, my love, are you bleeding?" Tim reached for my face.

I pushed his hand away. "Don't fucking touch me, Tim." I knew I had taken a few punches. I could taste the blood in my mouth.

"Okay, okay. I know you're upset. But can you at least take a second to admit that I was telling the truth when I told you that Python had the biggest penis ever?"

"Wait, you found Python?"

"Yup! While you were getting your full body wax I snuck off and found him. He was super excited when I told him about my plan." Tim looked so proud of himself.

"Tim, we have to stop this."

"Why? Alina is going to really thank you for this." Tim clapped his hand on my back.

"Alright, I know you don't understand this, but I really am not enjoying this. You have exactly ten seconds to come up with a way to stop this without Alina getting disqualified or I'm going to knock you the fuck out and stop it myself."

"Did you try just going out there and telling her you were you?"

"Yes. But she thought I was lying and then she started giving handjobs to the two guys next to her."

Tim stifled a laugh. "Hmm, okay. Guess that strategy is out then."

"Five seconds, Tim."

Tim looked around and then up, and then shook his head. "I would say pull the curtain, but it doesn't go in front of the platform. But Owen Harris is standing over there. Maybe as host he could put a stop to it?"

"This better fucking work," I said.

I put my hands over my junk as we walked over to Owen.

"Owen?" said Tim.

He turned and looked at both of us, clearly making a concerted effort to keep from accidently looking at my penis. "Tim Newman, right?" he asked. "The choreographer for all this?"

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