73. A test of control

I wasn't prepared for this, but there was no turning back now.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward as the cat girl grabbed my hand, leading me to a mattress.

My opponent was a cat man—strong, older, and clearly confident. He smirked at me, probably thinking he had already won. Maybe it was because I looked like an inexperienced teenager.

Big mistake.

I wasn't about to lose. Not in a blowjob competition. Not me. Not ever.

I lay back comfortably on the mattress staring up at the sky. The cat girl knelt before me, sliding my trousers down—

THWACK!

My rock-hard rode sprang free, standing tall.

The crowd gave me a stunned silence.

Then—

"Oh… SHIT! Looks like the kid's packing a massive shaft, ladies and gentlemen! This is about to be the competition of the YEAR!"

"YEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"