What an amusing irony that this young fighter was pathologically anti same-gender fucking. So the Handler told them that the winner this morning would...use the loser like a cunt, in front of the all the occupants of the yard. This totally confused the hot, younger guy. He didn’t want to be fucked like a cunt but neither did he want to fuck this mountain of muscle that he was pitted against. He decided that the lesser of the two horrors was to win, at all costs. He had no idea who he was up. I thought about telling her a lie to save face, but I knew that would do me no good. I had to learn the truth, and that meant I had to tell the truth, no matter how embarrassing it might be.Hesitantly, I said, "Yes... yes I have. And it's really been bothering me. When I was a man, all I thought about was girls. Now that I'm a girl, all I think about is men! And I've found that I have these uncontrollable urges to have sex with them...urges that I can't resist. Why?"The professor smiled and. They were far too... boring. Rudimentary. Uninspired.No, their punishment must be more severe. Tailor made to fit their self-serving nature. A reliquary for their crimes.The Kitsune smiled wryly. She knew what to do.It was simple really. Top laners were prone to fucking over their own team to satisfy their urges to fight the opposing top laner. Thereby, it only seemed fair that, as punishment for such actions, they spent time fucking their opponent to satisfy her cravings. It would be just how. She pulled her free right leg up and over his head, pulling his mouth into her crotch with her heel on the back of his neck, until finally she erupted into muffled squeals. Her lower body pushed repeatedly against his face – his head bouncing back at me as she thrust upward – and finally stopped, trembling as she mewled to completion. My own orgasm peaked just after hers, and I sprayed my youthful seed deeply into the center of Pierce’s hedge. A few wipes with a bandana and my prick was back in.