Or clothes that had been clean before they each had their partner run them through their paces in preparation for the games. As for those, they both respected the suspicious traditions and refrained from discussing anything too vital or telling about their individual efforts or the skills and plans oftheir partners. Instead, they kept it light. At least as light as one could, given the situation. They only shared the briefest of notes on their respective partners, and, with the two men sitting silently beside their shackled teammates, there really wasn’t much room for gossip anyway.
“A bit cold and standoffish,” Maria said. “Decent enough guy, I suppose. But the living situation? Yeah, I’m not cool with that.”
“Tell me about it,” Ziana commiserated. “I’m not one for coed dorm living. This isn’t some kind of fun youth hostel excursion we’re dealing with here.” She glanced at her very unwilling partner, noting him simply staring off into the distance, likely wishing this chat was long over. “But at least he seems competent, so there’s that.”
“Yeah, he’s done a few of these games before?—”
Ziana felt a yank on her wrist pull her to her feet.
“We are done,” was all Dorrin said before walking away, leaving her the option of either following or being dragged. Ziana opted for the former.
“Good luck out there!” she called back to her friend.
“You too!”
Dorrin walked with an irritation in his stride. She’d said too much, apparently, though she figured anyone in the games would already know who had participated in the past.
“Hey, slow down!” she said, jerking the cable connecting them.
He stopped abruptly, turning to glare down at her. “Donotdo that.”
“You did it to me.”
“You were talking too much. There is a difference.”
“To you, maybe. But I was just talking with my friend.”
“Until the games are over, you have no friends. Now come along. It is late, and we have fed. We go to bed early to allow our bodies time to recover.”
And with that he carried on, walking away just as before, expecting the much smaller woman to follow. And, given the unstoppable force that was his impressive mass, she was smart enough to do just that.
They didn’t stop to chat with anyone along the way. The elites were all enjoying themselves in their exclusive seating area, and the rest of the competitor pairs seemed equally intent on not speaking with any of their cohort if at all possible. If they had to go hard against someone in the coming days, it was best not to think of them as a friend or even casual acquaintance. This was competition, and one these people took very seriously.
It was getting dark and by the time they reached their bungalow Ziana actually felt like she could crash early, though she was something of a night owl in her normal life. Today, however, had challenged her body, especially after so many weeks locked up in that damned cargo container. A good night’s sleep would be welcome indeed.
Dorrin waved his hand at the door, his biometric print opening it for the pair. He didn’t waste any time walking right to the large shower room.
“Wait. What are you doing? Don’t they unfasten us when we?—”
“No,” he replied as he quickly shed his clothes, the seams along the arms and legs pulling open easily as he dropped them into the soiled clothing hamper.
Ziana tried not to look, but the swinging length between his legs was both as alien as it was impressive. Rather than a straight and uniformly sized shaft, this man’s cock looked almost like it had a series of connected orbs comprising its impressive size, kind of like a tube sock full of tennis balls. Invasive as the thought was, she couldn’t help but wonder what the penile equivalent of a massive string of pearls might feel like as the highs and lows slammed into her.
His impatient glare snapped her out of her momentary distraction.
“Enough of your nonsense. Undress and come along. Do not make me wait.”
“No. I expect some privacy.”
“Our quarters are private from the spectators with the lone exception of the viewing area.”
“The room with the open window with bars?”
“Yes. The rest of this bungalow, including the bathing, sleeping, and eating areas, is entirely soundproofed and obscured from outsider observation. So get on with it.”
“But—”
Dorrin let out an impatient sigh. “We are competitors on the same team, nothing more, and while I would not care what you do under any other circumstances, you are my partner, and if your scrapes become infected because you are too stubbornly shy to properly clean them, we will lose. And let me assure you, I have no intention of failing because of something so foolish.”
