A Pyrrhic Victory Pt. 01: Blindsided

A Pyrrhic Victory, Act I: Blindsided

by jaxjack1980

Author's Note: The following story is entirely fictional and comes from the author's imagination and creative efforts. Any resemblances to real-live people, living or dead, or to any real-life places. businesses, events, or situations (Aside from the use of the University of Michigan football team and its stadium along with a very real-life inspiration of an embarrassing defeat they experienced.) are entirely coincidental and do not truly reflect them in any way. All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Mature and adult relationship themes explored (see tags for additional info).

(Additional note: This is a revised and expanded story from an earlier submission on 18/03/25. Hope it's an improvement as I try to get better with each effort.)

Part I: Risking the Longshot

One hour prior to kick-off, Setting: The Big House aka University of Michigan Stadium at Ann Arbor; inaugural home game of #3 nationally ranked University of Michigan

"Don't ya worry none sweethearts, once Odean gets his chance, he'll give y'all plenty reason ta scream today," hollered Odean Moorehead, the cocksure backup QB of the South Texas Christian University @ Dallas (STCUD), Marauders as he gawked shamelessly at the team's young, nubile cheerleaders while leisurely stretching his dark, muscular form. "Yes, yes, yes, Odean da Machine'll make sure youse all have plenty to be happy 'bout before da days through..."

"Ya run yer mouth pretty good fer someone whose job today is warming the bench," shot back Samara Bennett, one of the cheer squad's captains as she guided her charges through their own warm-ups. "Only screams, you'll cause will be from massive disappointment, which I think 'yer' more than an expert in," she added tartly, her dark caramel-colored legs bouncing seductively as she dropped them into a pair of picture perfect splits before proceeding to continue her stretches.

"You tell him Mara," encouraged Zoey Malik, a slightly lighter tinted individual, as she followed her friend and mentor's example. Her mix of Dutch European and Indian heritage was visible as she smiled her encouragement toward her teammate. "You could make plenty of people 'happy' now by shutting up and letting us all focus on warming up properly," she offered faux sweetly.

"I'd be more than happy ta warm ya up properly girl," Odean replied confidently while getting closer as he looked Zoey up and down lewdly. "Know all sorts of ways to get both of our blood going, yeah? Luv to help put ya and da girls into da right positions, ya hear me," he grinned as he looked over Samara and the rest of the cheer team.

"Matter fact, the only dis-poit-ment gonna be felt 'round here will be by da unlucky ladies who do't get ta 'periene The Odean Dream Machine up close & personal tanight. No needs ta frets tho, 'cuz there's plenty of Odean ta go 'round ladies... no needz ta fight 'mong yerselves. 'Specially ya ma Ebony Queen. I'll always make time for ya, ya feel me," Odean finished his proclamation with an provocative wink.

Samara looked ready to serve up another hot serving of humble-asshole pie when a gentle hand came to rest on each of Samara's and Odean's shoulder, separating the two adversaries. "Mara, would you do me a favor and help wrap up our stretches, I'd like to have a word with Odean privately," Desi "Dee Dee" Keane announced somehow in a way that came off as both an order and request to the both of them. The brunette junior cheerleader possessed an alluring and captivating demeanor that led many to follow her without a second thought. She received a silent nod of agreement from her fellow captain as Dee Dee guided Odean away to the nearby sidelines for a private conversation. Odean offered little protest as quietly welcomed an opportunity to spend some alone time with the comely blue-eyed coed.

A number of Dee Dee's fellow cheerleaders kept one eye on the unlikely pair, noting how closely huddled they were engaging in an animated conversation. Utilizing her considerable charm, Dee Dee seemed to be getting the better of their exchange as Odean grinned and nodded along while appearing to give her his full attention. As their interaction appeared to be winding down, Dee Dee looked to end it with a friendly handshake. Odean took this opportunity to lean in and whisper something in Dee Dee's ear as he gestured to the field.

Both Samara and Zoey noted the slight change in Dee Dee's posture, indicating she had been caught off-guard by his words. Taking a quick look at the field, Dee Dee shook her head and appeared unsure all of a sudden, returning her gaze downward instead of meeting Odean's. He pressed his advantage, gripping her extended hand and drawing her in closer, whispering more urgently. Noticing that they were drawing attention, Dee Dee nervously smiled and returned Odean's gaze with a slight nod. Smiling triumphantly, Odean spoke a few more words and after releasing her hand, jogged back to his teammates with a swagger in his step.

"Girlfriend, what was that about," inquired Dee Dee's BFF Danielle Nakatomi as she returned to resume her stretches with the rest of the cheer squad. Danielle's tanned and smoothed skin creased into a frown as she looked expectantly at her best friend, her dark, silky smooth hair shaking slightly.

"It's nothing, just Odean being Odean," Dee Dee replied as she hurried to catch up and finish her stretches. Her eyes did not meet Danielle's and seemed more focused on making sure her kicks were the appropriate height instead.

"Sure didn't seem like nothing. He sure seemed happy as he was walking back on the field," observed Danielle shrewdly. The two of them, looking back at Odean, couldn't help but not miss the suggestive gestures and immature gamesmanship involving him and his teammates while a number of them took the opportunity to leer openly at the lovely ladies in question.

"Well, you know guys with big egos. The best way to pump up their spirits is by appealing to their arrogance and letting them think they're in control," Dee Dee said with a knowing smirk.

"You better watch out for him, Dee Dee, he's dangerous. There's a lot more to him than you think," Samara warned as she and Zoey joined their conversation as their warm-ups ended. "He's got a way of manipulating things to his benefit and he's not above using any means of getting what he wants. He's got a history of getting in plenty of girls' panties and word is, he takes a perverse pleasure in bedding the attached ones. "

"Don't worry guys, I know guys like Odean and their bark is worse than their bite," Dee Dee dismissed cooly. "He's not the first big dick swinging jock who tried to press his advantage. Besides, I'm totally committed to Geoff and wouldn't dream of openly disrespecting him like that. "Trust me, there's no chance someone like Odean gets one over on me... no matter how big a game they may boast they have," saying the second part quietly to herself...

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Part II: Unanticipated Outcomes

10 minutes into 2nd quarter: STCUD's sidelines at the Big House (BH) @University of Michigan Stadium in Ann Arbor

"Oh shit..."

Dee Dee cursed to herself as she and the rest of the visiting team delegation watched the training staff help their starting quarterback, red-shirt senior Jordan Baker, onto the emergency medical cart and wheel him towards the locker room. Things definitely weren't going their way and looked to be taking a turn for the worse...

"Talk about adding salt to the wound," muttered Samara, looking on glumly. The rest of the sideline unfortunately matched her dour mood. She and a few others glanced back up at the scoreboard, briefly holding a delusional hope that the numbers had miraculously changed in the last few seconds. Reality stared unyieldingly back at them: 24-0, Michigan still leading by an embarrassingly comfortable margin.

"Silver lining looks like we get to see Odean put his oversized foot-in-his-mouth, Mar," Zoey interjected, summoning her best attempt at gallows humor. "Only potential bright side of losing our third straight game to start the season...."

"Wait, Odean's going in?..." queried Dee Dee in a slight daze, still in a state of shock at the improbable series of events rapidly unfolding.

"Yeah, I can't believe it myself, sister," Danielle replied sourly. "Hopefully, we'll all get some much needed laughs watching that douchebag fall flat on his face in front of a national TV audience."

Her mind catching up to current events, Dee Dee's piercing blue eyes went wide at the realization. Odean going into the game... their pre-game discussion... that ridiculous, longshot bet of his...

"... OH...

One second until half-time: visiting team end zone, The Big House

... SHIT!"

Dee Dee and the rest of the cheerleaders exploded into screams of unrestrained joy and started waving their arms and legs with frantic glee, extolling their previously muted fanbase to make some noise. They finally had something to celebrate. Odean, for all his bluster and over-sized cockiness, had delivered big time, uncorking a 69-yard strike downfield for the score with barely any time remaining until the half. Sure the deficit remained large, they still trailed 24-7, but at least they would be heading into the break with some much needed momentum on their side!

Speaking of sides, Dee Dee found herself battling some ambivalent feelings as she waved her pom poms as she fell into a well-practiced cheer routine. Her mind on auto-pilot as she performed the sequence, Dee Dee allowed her eyes to wander to catch Odean and a few other players conduct their own stylized celebration. Finishing with a borderline, lewd gesture, Odean locked eyes with her and with a self-satisfied smile on his face, gave her an exaggerated wink. Those mixed feelings fluttered back into her stomach as Dee Dee blushed in response. Her mind muddled and clouded by what was unfolding, Dee Dee could only find her thinking one re- occurring, dangerous thought...

"... Oh...

10 minutes into the 4th quarter: STCUD's seating section, The BH

... shit..."

Silence descended on the visiting fan section like the final curtain of a production's closing night's performance, a funeral-like finality coming down on those who had valiantly stuck through til the bitter end, The apparent final dagger, a 77-yard pick-six return by Michigan's Malcom Butler Jr., seemed to be the final coup de grace on STCUD's lingering hopes of a comeback victory.

For a brief, enthralling moment beforehand, it had appeared that Odean was successfully mounting an improbable comeback. Another long TD throw (victimizing the previously mentioned Malcolm Butler) right out of the half along with two long field goals by their strong-legged Irish kicker, Riley "Me Left Foot" O'Brien, had reduced Michigan's lead to a manageable 24-20 score.

Then, Odean had been driving his team toward a go-ahead score by getting them near Michigan's 25-yard line. Unfortunately, disaster struck next. Butler stepped in front to intercept the next pass and sprinted unchallenged all the way across the opposite goal line. Now, instead of relishing in the possibility of having the lead, rather STCUD now found itself down by two scores, 31-20, with only five minutes left to play. Defeat, it seemed, had been tragically snatched away from the jaws of victory.

While most of their sideline appeared zombie-like at the sudden reversal of fortune, Dee Dee found herself roaming in front of the bleacher searching for Odean's familiar form, uncertain feelings reflected across her face. Like an answer to her unsaid prayer, his dark, muscular form appeared before her, unbowed and rallying his teammates around him despite their dire circumstances. Almost as if feeling her gaze, Odean once again found Dee Dee's and gave her a confident look. "Trust me, I got this," his dark, majestic eyes seemed to say as they fixed on hers. Unable, unwilling to tear her gaze away, Dee Dee felt herself swaying slightly while falling into a surreal, hypnotic state; only one thought was present in her mind...

"OH...

One minute after end of regulation time: visiting team's sideline, The Big House

"... SHIT!"

Everyone held their collective breaths as the referees gathered to discuss their conclusions and go over the video review before the head referee, having reached a decision, activated his microphone to deliver his announcement:

"Upon review, the original ruling that the runner (Odean) had successfully extended the football over the goal-line prior to being contacted down by the opposition is confirmed. Result of the play: Touchdown STCUD. Replay confirms the play concluded with no time left on the clock and thus marks the end of regulation play. Final score 32-31 STCUD over #3 Michigan..."

The announcement was broadcast over the stadium speakers and also relayed through accompanying sports broadcast teams.

Pandemonium erupted all around Dee Dee as she and her fellow cheerleaders exploded from their positions kneeling in anxious supplication, hands locked together in solidarity awaiting the news. Dee Dee found herself in a throng of blue-and-white clad figures as the celebration continued on the sidelines. They had done it! Something that had not been done in their long-standing 101-year university's humble history! No matter what, this would be a day that she would remember for the rest of her life! A favorite tale to regale Geoff and their future children and grandchildren... The unimaginable euphoric bliss was intoxicating as Dee Dee, eyes glazed over, nearly drunk with excitement, gave fierce hugs to her fellow cheer mates and random teammates alike, ignoring the occasional grope from some overly friendly hands.

After finishing a particularly satisfying crushing clinch with her fellow captains, Samara and Danielle along with "lil Zoey", Dee Dee finally managed to disengage herself from the crowd to give herself a breather and gather her head. Her intended respite would not last as she hoped however.

As she found a quiet, isolated corner, Dee Dee caught an imposing figure out of the corner of her eye, approaching at an alarming pace... Odean, with his helmet off, eyes locked straight at her. A hungry, predatory look, topped by a maniacal grin, flashed across his face, eyes fixed on their target: the unsuspecting, supple, attractive form of Dee Dee Keane. Alone and out in the open, vulnerable and defenseless, without any defenders; nowhere to hide. Ripe for the taking...

Dee Dee knew she stood no chance of evasion, knew deep inside her soul that she would soon become his next victim. Knew that resistance was futile. She had time to have one last train of thought before he fell upon her with a hungry pounce...

"... oh shit... oh shit... OH SHIT!!!..."

Part III: Seizing Opportunities

Moments after end of regulation play with South Texas Christian University @ Dallas prevailing at the last second for a narrow 32-31 victory of heavily favored #3 University of Michigan on the field of the Big House aka University of Michigan stadium in Ann Arbor.

".... Yes, Yes, Yes... hard goddamn work for one man to make another mutherfucka look so damn bad," Odean emphatically delivered his victory cry at the obnoxious capacity crowd of Michigan fans sitting in stunned silence near the end zone after ripping off his helmet as he sprinted by them with a knowing smirk.

Yes, it felt damn good to shut up the nearly 100,000 fans in attendance at a historic venue such as "The Big House" in Ann Arbor after enduring an near endless swarm of taunts from a majority of those in attendance. Questionable rants and slurs had rained down on Odean and his brethren as they battled stoically against the overwhelming odds stacked against them. A victory all the more sweeter for all the adversity he and his teammates had faced.

As much as he relished in the misery of his fallen foes, Odean had a more important task at hand as he continued to sprint around the stadium while making his way to his team's sideline. Barely breaking stride while he returned congratulatory slaps from his teammates, Odean honed in on his goal with a hunter's intent, lining up his target and exploding into it with hungry, primal aggression. Powerful arms swooped up his startled prey off her feet and briefly lifted her entire body up into the air before planting her back on the ground and forcing her upper body backwards with her head tilting towards the ground; one leg lifted skyward in a reflexive effort to maintain her balance, their bodies melded into one.

Demanding lips claimed their prize as Odean's mouth, followed by his tongue, invaded the gorgeous brunette cheerleader's hesitant lips with an all-out savage assault that quickly ravaged her meek defenses. A sweet groan of surrender was music to Odean's ears as his right hand caressed her taunt, firm stomach as it made its way to grasp and harshly cup her well-defined ass. "Damn, this girl's got booty cheeks that'd make an angel think all sorts of impure thoughts," Odean mused as he continued to grind and grope her sensuous, athletic form. Yessir, when it came to female form, Desi "Dee Dee" Keane was one of those rare treasures of grace and beauty that Odean loved to enjoy plundering. Unfortunately, his moment of taking pleasure in his well-earned reward was interrupted far too soon as other obligations came to interrupt and beg for his new-found, sought after attention.

Reluctantly, Odean lifted his lips from hers and turned to nuzzle her ear. "I told you before this all was gonna happen; I'm a man of ma word," he whispered seductively. "Don't forget what else I told ya," he teased before biting her earlobe. "We ain't finished here. To Be Continued later." He smiled inwardly as he watched her blue eyes go wide and felt her pulse quicken involuntarily. With that ominous-sounding promise still ringing in her head, he smoothly returned them back to an upright position and gave her a moment to recover. As Odean turned to face the approaching cameras. Desi finally realized her precarious situation. Like a frightened deer, she quickly scampered back to join the safety of her fellow cheerleaders. like a stray returning to the herd. Almost as an afterthought, Dee Dee attempted to hide her identity by covering her face with the school's white and blue pom poms as the cameras passed her to get to Odean.

The attractive blonde female sideline reporter paused for a moment as Odean's eyes briefly lingered on the retreating backside of Donna as she vanished among the lithe forms of the rest of the retreating cheerleaders as they headed for the visiting locker room. Getting the go ahead that they were live, she thrust the microphone in Odean's direction and started the interview.

"Odean, Hi, Ashley Saunders with College Football Showdown," the well-endowed young woman stated, dressed in a fashionable white knitted mid-thigh length dress matched with black tights and tan knee length leather boots. "Sorry to interrupt your celebration, we just wanted to get a moment to join in with our congratulations and wanted a word about tonight's unprecedented victory."

"Sure thing, Ash. Ya don't mind me calling you Ash, right," stated Odean in a commanding tone that told the reporter that he wasn't looking for anyone's permission. "In fact, I got three for everyone listening and especially for those leaving da Big House, he continued without waiting for her unwanted response; the last three words dripping in sarcasm.

"Veni, Vidi, Vici. And for those of youse needin' a translation: We came, We saw, We kicked yer asses! Three D for the da Dub baby!" shouted Odean while lifting his left shoulder sleeve and shoulder pad to show an intricate interconnected trio of capitalized letter D's in black, green, and gold tattooed on an impressive-shaped bicep.

"Okay, wow. Well, if you had a famous Julius Caesar quote, ancient Latin or a Ghostbusters reference on your prop bets, you can thank Odean for helping you score your unlikely pay out," a slightly bemused Ashley remarked as she attempted to regain control of the situation. "Speaking of unlikely, how does it feel to overcome the long odds and even larger deficit to come out with the win?"

"It feels hella gud ta get da victory, all praise be ta Jebus with a special shout-out ta Saint Jude, da OG hype man of underdogs, jested Odean good-naturedly. "Fer real tho, thanks ta da Big Man up top for letting us come in ta da Big House and show them Michiganders who truly belongs on top! Don't hate the messenger fam, hate da truth ya got to live wit, ya hear me!"

"Alright, that's quite the statement Odean and I'll have to admit that you definitely backed it up today," Ashley responded diplomatically. "Before we go, that was some pretty impressive ink you showed us earlier. Would you share with us quickly what it represents?"

"Sorry Ash, ma ink has a multitude of meanings and depths that go beyond a few words or sound bites," Odean stated in a serious voice. "But since ya know yer way around a couple of D's yerself," he continued while taking a quick glance down to her prominent bustline. "Why don't ya meet me afterwards and I'll show ya one dem meanings up close and personal-like?"

"Well thank you for the generous offer Odean but I'll have to pass as my team and I are on a tight schedule," Ashley demurred quietly. "Thank you again for your time and congrats again on the huge victory." Turning back to face the camera directly, Ashley resumed talking.

"That's all the time we have here at the Big House in Ann Arbor, site of South Texas Christian's surprising 32-31 upset of previously undefeated and #3 ranked University of Michigan. I'm Ashley Saunders with "College Football Showdown. Back to you Kirk and Stan."

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Part IV: Collecting Just Rewards

"Gluck, Gluck, Gluck, Gluck" came the muffled, wet sounds from the visiting locker room located underneath the University of Michigan's stadium. Two figures, a dark-colored male largely visible from the front with a nearly naked female figure facing the other way on her knees, cloaked almost entirely in shadows.

"Yeah, choke yerself on my big D, ya uppity white bitch," hissed Odean as he crudely thrust his pelvis forward repeatedly against the obscured face of the nearly naked woman in front of him who was valiantly attempting to deep-throat his nearly foot long shaft. Odean, in contrast, was still dressed in his uniform with only his pants lowered around knees. He relished in this symbolic power dynamic, him the conquering hero, her his vanquished foe. Grinning at the thought, he moved his left hand to wrap up his partner's luxurious locks into a big tangled knot of hair and tugged hard, eliciting a pained gasp from his prey.

He pulled back hard, forcing her off his cock with an audible pop as he twisted her neck to look up at him from a painful angle."Getting what ya deserve, ain't that right, ho? Spending the whole game cock-teasing me and look where ya end up, on yer knees where ya belong worshippin' ma Dark Dominating Dick!" As she opened her mouth to respond, Odean quickly silenced her by brutally shoving his cock back in her mouth. "Nah, da time for talkin' be over, time fer those cock-sucking lips ta go ta work! And put them lily white handz of yers behind yer back so I's can show ya da 3-D Odean 'perience in full effect!" The prostate woman obediently placed her hands behind her back, a large diamond engagement ring flashing briefly in the dark as she did so while struggling to keep her balance.

And for the next ten minutes, no other sounds emitted from the two remaining figures aside from grunts and groans of pleasure mixed with the occasional gasps of reprieve to fill a pair of oxygen-deprived lungs.

Flap! Flap! Flap! Flap! Flap! Flap! Flap!..."

"Ta da victor go da spoils," Odean said through gritted teeth as he started picking up the pace of his thrusts while face-fucking the unidentifiable female with reckless abandon. "And I's spoiling ta bust ma nut down yer big-ass mouth... GAAAAHHH!" he moaned as he released his load as he finally came, his dark, powerful flesh holding the white, complaint form against him for several moments. Temporarily sated, Odean released his hold and allowed the other form to slump to the floor, weakly gasping and curling into a fetal position, a pair of small, delicate hands wrapping around a pair of stylish leather boots.

"Holy Shit, Odean! I thought you were trying to choke me to death for a second," came the hoarse and sore-throated voice of 'CFS's up-and-coming golden girl' Ashley Saunders as she tried to massage her taxed neck muscles and slowly got up to cough several times in an attempt to clear out the remnants of his sperm that still coated her throat.

"Shit, if I really meant ta do that, you best believe I'd be texting ma homies to help bury your scranny white ass," joked Odean as he smacked her as he walked by, pulling off the rest of his uniform and prepping for a long overdue shower. "Besides, ya kinda deserved it with all the trash talkin' ya were saying about me and ma team durin' da game!"

"Ow! Hey, I was just stating the facts about how only a handful of division II schools have beaten their bigger brethren in over a 150 years of competition and only one other D2 team has beaten a Top 5 National team," Ashly huffed in indignation. Seeing his indifferent shrug, she tried again.

"Don't be like that baby," she cooed sexily. "You ended up showing me the errors of my ways both on and off the field today. Can't you take a little time to show some personal appreciation to me?"

"Nah, that ain't a priority ta me and besides don't ya have somewhere ya need ta be?"

"Oh shit, you're right. I gotta hurry to meet my team down back at the hotel," Ashley exclaimed after tapping at her Apple Watch at Odean's reminder and hurried to get fully dressed. "Have you seen my bra?"

Yeah, but I's keepin' it as a souvenir," Odean quipped. "'Sides ya don't need em. You gonna learn soon dat I like my girls ta show off dem titties, free an' unconfined. Damn, gotta hustle myself ta make it back ta the hotel 'fore da coaches get 'spicous," replied Odean from the shower. "Good thing da last couple programs were no-shows or else my ass woulda be busted. Leave one of yer business cards and I'll let ya know if I have time fer ya later tonight."

"Aren't you going to be busy with 'your girlfriend'?" quipped Ashley as she rapidly finished making herself presentable in a small period of time. "It looked like you two were about to go at it right there on the field if I hadn't interrupted."

"She ain't ma girlfriend but yeah, ya definitely broke up something 'fore it got good," Odean responded as he finished his shower. "Don't matter tho cuz I gots ma eyes on da long game and she gonna be one of ma white sluts real soon, ya hear me?"

"Sounds like someone's pretty sure of himself," Ashley purred as she approached Odean as unwrapped his towel and started getting dressed, wrapping an arm around his neck as she hugged him from behind.

"Bitch, ya know first hand, I ain't one ta make empty promises. I told y'all and 'yer experts' we'd whoop Michigan dis morning. I told ya and da talkin' heads we'd come back when we was down 24-7 at da half, and I told ya right after our interview, I'd have ya down on yer knees knobbin' on ma dark meat. So, whens I tell ya dat fine-ass shortie is gonna be one of my broken-in bitches, ya know it ain't no lie," Odean proclaimed boldly as he turned to grip her ass firmly and give it another hard smack. "In fact, she gots a promise of her own she gots to make good wit' me... a promise dat might keep me busy all night long..."

Grimacing slightly but slowly getting used to Odean's manhandling, Ashley put her hands on Odean's shoulders and started massaging them. "Okay, stud, you've converted me to your ways, but let me ask you one last thing. What's next for the all-knowing Odean the Great?"

"Ya needy reporter types all alike," Odean smirked. "Always chasin' yer next fix, never takin' moment ta enjoy yerselves. Well, I ain't like dat and I plan on enjoyin' ma victory ta da fullest til da next challenge come along. Goin' 'preciate the moment til the moment gone," Odean opined as he towards his locker to put on his chain.

Turning back to Ashley face to face, Odean finished with one last declaration, "Besides, ta the victor go da spoils, and I plan on enjoyin' ma spoils fer a long, long time ta cum...