Playing the Player

Playing the Player

Series: Virtua Fighter
Author: Harperdude5
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jacky/Brad
Disclaimer: This ia Virtua Fighter Fandom Fic. I don't own Virtua Fighter or any of it's characters/settings. No part of this story may be used without permission. All Characters and likliness are owned by Sega. I make no monetary gain from this work of fiction.I don't own any of the characters. No part of this story may be used without permission.
Summary: In a heated situation, Brad makes a deal that he may not be ready for.


It was a busy night, as the tournament had just ended and the victor announced. The media was everywhere, interviewing the contenders. The handsome, dark haired Italian wasn't interested in the media attention at the moment thought. He stalked a different lime-light. Brad Burns, the world famous muay kick boxing champion had entered the tournament and lost near the semi-finals. However, he had enjoyed the thrill of fighting worthy opponents, and that of the encounters with the luscious female opponents. He was more concerned instead right now though, with getting what he felt was the 'real' prize as he stalked after the beautiful Aoi.

Aoi was a bit flattered but mostly aggrivated that yet again for a second year in a row, she had lost the tournament due to Brad's inappropriate flirting and remarks which she was not used to. She sighed when she saw him come up from the side with that sly grin of his.

"So, let's say we try that bout again shall we?" asked Brad.

"No Thank you." said Aoi in a humble yet annoyed manner.

"I see, maybe a little wager might tip the scale a bit then? As I always say, the more you have to lose the more exciting it is!" said Brad. "So how bout it? If I win, you go on a date with me." he remarked, grinning again. Aoi simply sigh in frustration and walked away from his arrogance.

"Guess I was too intimidating for her, huh? Wonder about that cute blonde." said Brad lightly to himself.

"That blonde is out of your league." said a voice. Brad turned to see a tall blonde man with spikey hair walk up from behind him.

"And just how would you know, buddy?" asked Brad.

"Because she's my sister, friend." said Jacky, glaring back at him.

"Ah, big brother protecting little sister, eh?" asked Brad.

"No, I just thought you could have your interest better peaked elsewhere." said Jacky.

"Oh? I'm all ears." said Brad, grinning.

"I have a challenge for you, if you're willing." said Jacky.

"Wanted another go from our match earlier? Don't feel too bad about losing kid." said Brad.

"We'll have a rematch. But, there's terms to this match." said Jacky.

"A wager on the match? Sounds right up my alley? So what do I get when I win?" asked Brad.

"A guaranteed date with my sister." said Jacky.

"You wanna give up your sister that easily to me?" laughed Brad.

"Like I said, 'if you win' you get her. Otherwise...." said Jacky.

"Humor me kid, what do you get if I lose?" mocked Brad.

"Your dick." said Jacky bluntly. Brad's face flew back in shock and disgust.

"What the....?! Are you kidding me?!" asked Brad.

"What's the problem if you're so confident you're gonna win?" asked Jacky.

"I'm not into guys, sorry." said Brad.

"Weren't you the one who said 'the more you have to lose, the more exciting it is'?" replied Jacky. Brad gave a low brow to that remark.

"You're serious about this?" asked Brad.

"Let's just be clear. If I win, you're mine to do whatever I want with, no resistance." said Jacky.

"You got some balls kid. I respect that. I'll humor ya. Just know one thing, you're never gonna lay a hand on my cock. But, my hands are sure gonna be all over your sister." said Brad, grinning.

"Then we have a deal?" said Jacky, outstretching his hand.

"Deal." said Brad, grasping the hand and shaking it firmly.

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The two made their way to the agreed upon site for the battle. Both approached the center of the area. Jacky wearing a white tank top and a pair of green overall cargo pants, Brad simply wearing his trademark red boxing shorts. Brad looked at Jacky and noticed his eyes darting down, he followed their view down to his crotch and grinned to himself.

"Eyeing up your would-be prize eh?" asked Brad. Jacky's eyes darted back up to meet Brad's grin. "Sorry kid, you're not getting in these shorts." said Brad.

"We'll see." said Jacky. Brad wasn't gay in the slightest, but, he had to admit, this whole ordeal was sorta turning him on, if only because of the ego-feeding this kid was giving him by wanting to lay him so badly.

The first match went underway. Brad hooked to the right and left as Jacky ducked both and sent a shot to Brad's ribs. Brad dodged back now to avoid an uppercut, then slid forward, slamming his foot into Jacky's chest, which sent him back a bit and scurrying to the floor. Jacky, looked up at Brad with a growl on his face. Brad simply stood upright and veered down, grinning.

Jacky stood up and the second round began. Jacky rushed forward, grabbing Brad and punching him in the face before swinging his heel around and cracking it as well. Brad stumbled back, but, didn't fall. He regained his balance and sent a shining knuckle straight to Jacky's gut followed by a hook to the cheek, and finally an elbow to the chest which sent him flying back again to the ground. He rolled over.

Brad walked up to the downed blonde and wiped his hands of dust, smiling again. "You've been a good sport kid. Want me to whip it out as a consolation prize? So you can see what you'll never get?" asked Brad, hooking his hands on the front of his trunks.

"When I pull your shorts down after I win, I'll see it all I want." said Jacky, getting back up. Brad simply chuckled at that remark.

"You've got spunk, I'll give you that. Too bad you'll never taste mine." said Brad grinning.

Jacky regained his composure and round three began. Alls Brad needed was this last win, and Sarah would be his. He grinned yet again, deciding to give the young blonde a slight chance this time, out of pity. However, his overconfidence got the best of him as Brad thrusted his knee forward and it was caught just before it impacted with the blondes chest. Jacky held Brad's knee in place, the bottoms of his shorts hanging down loosely, lightly revealing further down his thighs. Jacky pulled the bottom of the shorts open to the side a bit, giving himself a better view up Brad's right leg, showing off all of his smooth thigh and the soft white underwear covering Brad's crotch.

"Nice Briefs." said Jacky. Brad quickly pulled his leg back, but, the rush of the action caused him to spin off balance and Jacky took advantage of this and spun his heel around, cracking him once in the face and sending him wobbling back, before sweeping down and tripping him. Brad fell hard to the floor.

Brad got himself together and stood up, eyeing up his opponent with dismay as he turned his head to the side to spit out a small amount of blood.

"Hope you enjoyed the view. You won't be getting another." spouted Brad. He turned back, composed himself in his stance, and the fourth round began. Brad shifted forward and grabbed Jacky's hand as it lurched forward to jab him, and he sent the back of his palm into Jacky's face. Jacky retaliated by kneeing him in the stomach and then pushing him back. Brad hesitated a moment from the lack of air, feeling Jacky's short retreat would give him a moment to regain himself. However, once again, he overestimated his opponent as the retreat was solely for distance to launch a forward straight kick right to his chest which sent him flying back to the floor.

Brad layed on the floor a moment, catching his breathe before slamming his fists and pushing himself up. He stared at Jacky now, aggrivated and annoyed. The final round began and Brad rushed forward, ducking the first volley of fists that came his way, and kneeing Jacky in the jaw. He followed up with a jab to the face and one to the gut, and finally an elbow to the chest which sent Jacky stumbling back. But, he did not lose his balance. Brad moved in for the kill, but Jacky shifted his weight as Brad lunged at him. He spun himself around, spiraling on the side of Brad, completely dodging the attack, he quickly grabbed Brad's arm and wrapped it behind his back, holding him in place. He reached down and smiled as he pulled the back of Brad's shorts down a bit, exposing the waistband of his briefs, and showing off a bit of the white fabric that covered his ass, before releasing the hand and pushing him forward. Brad tumbled forward with his shorts slightly pulled down his backside revealing his underwear. He regained his balance, pulled up his shorts and gritted his teeth as he angrily flew at the young blonde with his knee. Jacky leaned back, the knee flying nearly over his face as he flipped up and around, doing an entire 360, flipping up and his feet cracking against Brad and lifting him up and over, sending him flying to the floor behind them.

Jacky regained his composure once more as Brad layed on the ground in pain, and disbelief. Only a moment passed, but, it felt like a lifetime to Brad as his mind raced through the events that just transpired and of the consequences. Brad slowly turned over onto his back and looked up at the young blonde who stood above him, now grinning himself.

"So, what were you saying about my hands and your cock before?" said Jacky.

"Listen, this is screwed up. I can't....I mean...." said Brad.

"I thought we went over the stipulations with the no crying and moaning afterwards part?" said Jacky.

"Yeah but......" said Brad.

"Well, are you a man of your word or not?" asked Jacky.

"Look, I am, but.....there's gotta be some other way." said Brad. "Here, I'll show it to you. You can take pictures, or even a video. But, come on." said Brad grabbing the front of his shorts.

"We had an agreement. My sister, or your cock. No if ands or but's." said Jacky. Brad just sat with a look of defeat. "So, shall we get on with this then?" asked Jacky.

"Alright, alright. What do I gotta do?" said Brad in defeat.

"Whatever I say. Now stand up." said Jacky. Brad complied and stood up in front of him. Jacky walked around behind him and soon Brad felt arms reach around his waist. The hands rested on his abs and moved up to his pecs, feeling up his chest. Brad simply looked down and watched as the hands explored his upper body, feeling him up and exploring every inch of him. Brad felt Jacky up against him, hugging him almost. He also felt something hard rubbing up against his butt, knowing full well that Jacky was indeed turned on right now. Brad couldn't deny the fact that despite everything, he himself was also kinda turned on. It stroked his ego to know someone was so determined to stroke his cock, and to be dominated like this. It was definately a new experience for him. Having the tables turned on him was definately interesting and it was arousing him a bit.

Brad closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Jacky's hands traveled lower and over his hips and down to his thighs, feeling them up. The hands moved slowly up and down the thighs before moving in more, going up higher, the back of his hands gently brushing against Brad's balls. Brad opened his eyes now and looked down, watching as one hand finally came up higher and cupped Brad's nuts, feeling them up. He let out a soft moan of pleasure as the hand slid from his balls up to the shaft of his cock, feeling up the length of the already excited dick. Jacky gripped it lightly as he slid his hand up and down it, exploring every inch of it.

"You like it kid?" asked Brad.

"I love it." said Jacky.

"I thought you might." said Brad.

"Seems like you like it too." said Jacky, smirking slyly, as he felt up the obvious hard erection in Brad's shorts. Brad simply gave an embarrassed laugh in reply, followed by a soft moan of pleasure as Jacky continued fondling his hard cock.

"So how long you been wanting my dick, kid?" he asked.

"Since I saw you in the tournament last year." replied Jacky.

"Dreamin' of fucking me for an entire year now?" asked Brad. "You must be lovin' havin' me at your mercy like this then, huh." said Brad.

"I know you like me stroking your ego as much as I like stroking your dick. But, you are a beautiful man. Insanely hot, at that." replied Jacky. Brad simply grinned. Jacky's left hand slid up Brad's left thigh, pulling the shorts up slightly as he traveled further, massasing the inner thigh, as his other hand continued to work Brad's dick.

"But, now I think I wanna get a better view of those nice white briefs I saw a bit of earlier. What do you say?" asked Jacky.

"You're gonna strip me here, out in the open?" asked Brad.

"I'm already playing with your dick, out here in the open." stated Jacky.

"So what do you want me to do then?" asked Brad. Jacky came around the front of Brad and stood in front of him.

"Nothing at the moment. Just stand there while I work these down your legs." said Jacky, as he grabbed the sides of Brad's shorts and began to tug at them, pulling them down over his butt and exposing the white cotton fabric underneigth. He pulled the front side down now as well, exposing Brad's erection in his underwear. Jacky slid the shorts down over his thighs, past his knees, and dropped them down his legs and to his ankles. He looked back up now at Brad standing there in only his briefs.


TBC