Second round (R-18)

Oliver shook his head, his grin widening. "For the second challenge, you're going to have to give me a blowjob. If I cum in less than 5 minutes, you win. But if I don't..." He trailed off, letting the threat hang in the air.

Boscha's eyes widened in shock, her heart racing at the thought of what he was proposing. "Y-you're crazy!" she stammered, her voice shaking with a mixture of fear and indignation.

Oliver shrugged, his smile never wavering. "Maybe. But the choice is yours. You can either play my little game… or everyone in Hexside will see that adorable video of you."

Boscha's mind raced, torn between her pride and the threat of humiliation. She knew she was trapped, and there was no way out. She glared at him, her fists clenched at her sides, but she knew she had no choice.

"Fine," she spat, her voice full of venom. "But if I win, you delete this video."

Oliver nodded, his smile widening. "Deal. Now, why don't you get down on your knees and prove how good you are?"

Boscha's cheeks burned with humiliation, but she knew she had no other choice. She sank to her knees, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared up at him. She reached up with trembling hands, fumbling with the button on his pants, trying to ignore the way her body still tingled from her previous orgasm.

Oliver leaned back against the locker, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her with an amused expression. "Come on, Boscha. Don't be shy. Show me what you've got."

Boscha's hands shook as she finally managed to unbutton his pants, pulling them down to reveal his hard cock. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at him. She had never done this before, and the thought of it made her stomach churn.

"Come on, don't keep me waiting," Oliver taunted, his voice full of mockery. Boscha glared at him, but knew she had no choice. She leaned forward, taking a deep breath before closing her lips around the tip of his cock.

"Ahhh... that's it," Oliver moaned, his hips rocking slightly as he felt her warm mouth on his cock. Boscha closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensations and focus on the task at hand. She moved her head slowly, taking him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she tried to mimic what she had seen in the videos.

The locker room was filled with obscene sucking sounds.

Oliver groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. "That's it, Boscha."

Boscha's eyes narrowed as she reluctantly took Oliver's cock into her mouth, her smug expression only fueling her determination to make this as nasty as possible for him. She hollowed out his cheeks and sucked hard, her tongue swirling aggressively around the head. Oliver groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as he thrust shallowly.

Boscha's cheeks burned with humiliation, but she kept going, her hands gripping his thighs for support. She moved faster, her mouth sliding up and down his length as she tried to bring him to orgasm. She could feel him pulsing in her mouth, and the thought of him cumming sent a shiver down her spine.

 "That's it, Boscha. It's that simple," he praised the breathless woman. But Boscha wasn't fooled. She redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper, her throat convulsing around his length. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to show weakness. This was a war and she would emerge victorious, even if it meant choking on her enemy's cock.

"Fuck...you're good at this," Oliver groaned, his hips thrusting into her mouth as he lost himself in the pleasure. Boscha's heart raced as she felt him getting closer, but she knew she had to keep going.

"Come on, Oliver," she thought to herself, her mouth moving faster and faster. "Just... just come already."

Boscha gritted her teeth as Oliver's cock pulsed in her mouth, her moans echoing obscenely in the locker room. Saliva dripped down her chin as she forced herself to take him deeper, gagging on him. Her jaw ached fiercely, but she still persisted, determined to end this torment. "Come on, cum already, damn it!" she thought desperately, sucking harder and faster. But Oliver seemed to be prolonging her misery, his self-control infuriating. 

Minutes ticked by interminably as she worked with single-minded intensity, her nails digging into his thighs. Oliver finally, with a hoarse cry, found his release, hot and thick on her tongue. Boscha recoiled instantly, coughing and sputtering, tears streaming down her face. She glared at Oliver as she smiled at him triumphantly.

But contrary to your expectations he says.

"Time's up," he said with a wry smile, looking at her with a triumphant glint in his pink eyes. "Looks like you lost again."

Boscha's heart sank, her eyes looked towards the stopwatch, and indeed she had lost by 5 seconds, she was left in shock.

what when she realized what had just happened. She had failed. Again.