Jack Off Olympics

Jack Off Olympics
by pixiemuledonkey » Thu Aug 08, 2024 12:24 pm

Now that the Olympics are happening once again, my YouTube feed is flooded with glorious footage of athletic women in skimpy bikinis and leotards competing, causing me to flood my panties with pathetic, whimpering ejaculations over their perfectly sculpted bodies.

i’m reminded of my old fantasies of being hired by Olympic coaches to perform as team masturbator. An article once claimed that athletes perform better after having an orgasm, so in pursuit of getting the edge (edging? ^_*) over their international competitors, coaches hire expert masturbators to stimulate their athletes to orgasm immediately before they compete. And who’s more qualified to perform masturbation than a chronic habitual masturbator?

i would have to wear the same uniform as the other team members, for easy identification at a glance, though i would be distinct from the athletes by the big, bold letters across my back and chest that read “MASTURBATOR.” And because there would be rules in place forbidding me from having sex with the athletes (for health reasons, of course), i would assuredly have a constant, persistent, awkward, and terribly embarrassing erection the entire time, exacerbated by my shameful, frustrated desires. Worse, the skimpy Lycra uniform i’d be forced to wear wouldn’t hide a thing, so my undersized penis would be clearly visible prodding and straining (and occasionally leaking precum) against the sleek, sheer fabric. It’s possible that some coaches might make me even more enthusiastic about my masturbatory duties by forcing me into a chastity cage, which would doubtlessly be quite visible through my skimpy leotard or briefs, adding to the derision and jokes at my expense.

As i performed my duty (and i would serve multiple teams for my country, as my schedule would be packed due to high demand), applying my skills of erotic self-stimulation to both women and men, i would be barraged with teasing comments, insults, and demands that i go faster or bring them off quickly or more efficiently from both coaches and the athletes themselves. They would regard me as both a necessity to the team in order to gain a competitive edge, but also as a pathetic and ridiculous figure, a sissy in a leotard or bikini briefs with a tiny dick. The reasons for my masturbatory expertise would be apparent, and would earn me plenty of verbal abuse and mockery, as well as making me the butt of practical jokes by the team. And that’s before considering the contempt and ridicule i would be subjected to by viewing audiences around the world.

But there would also be those few athletes on the teams who would treat me kindly, forming a bond with me as i bring them to sexual gratification again and again. Despite any hopes i might have, none of these would result in a romantic relationship, since they would mostly be based on pity (what Olympic athlete would degrade themselves to become the girlfriend/boyfriend of a Team Masturbator?), but their friendship and the little gestures they might make toward me – from giving me a pity-handjob in private to setting me up with an escort who specialized in small penis masturbators suffering from PPAD (Pussy Penetration Anxiety Disorder) and premature ejaculation – would make such a difficult team position worthwhile.

Of course, i would end the Olympics with many, many memories of sexy, powerful athletes’ bodies rubbing up against mine – separated from my eager, sensitive little penis by nothing more than a thin layer of Lycra – as i fingered and stroked and pumped and even licked and sucked their pussies and cocks to orgasmic climax. And those memories would be impossible to forget (along with every degrading, humiliating, teasing thing they said and did to me), ensuring that i would remain a helplessly-addicted chronic masturbator for the rest of my life.

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