Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18.
Part 5 - You're Humiliated, But I Want More -
In the crowd, women are cheering and boys are crying. You lost your title, to a girl! You were the undefeated champion! Oh, you poor baby! -Hahaha- Not anymore! I took your championship belt away from you in just the second round! You've never been more humiliated in your life... but I want more.
The sexy woman who refereed the fight lets go of our wrists. I hear her say, "alright girl, he's all yours. Get 'im." Then she turns to you, pats you on the shoulder, and whispers in your ear, "Say you're prayers big man, this is about to get a whole lot worse for you." With that she turns, and steps through the ropes, calling back, "have fun you two!"
Your heart is pounding in your chest. You realize you are completely alone in the ring with me, and you let out a pathetic sob of panic. With the vicious speed you've come to fear, I dart behind you, grab the waistband of your shorts, and mercilessly pull them to your ankles. The women in the crowd hoot and cheer as your naked erection springs free. Your too stiff penis bounces up and down, massive, throbbing, and vulnerable to my every, evil whim. The men in the crowd are silent. Your eyes dart around desperately searching for someone who might rescue you from this new, and horrible humiliation. Your coaches and seconds make no move to intervene. Next to each one of them, is a woman from my team, firmly holding them by the wrist, or whispering in their ear just what will happen to them if they try to get between us.
I saunter around you. You feel the heat from my body, smell my sweet scent. The sight of my shapely legs, my perfect bust. My smoldering good looks make your knees tremble. I turn and face you, one hip jutting to the side coquettishly. I bring a finger to my lips, playfully pantomiming contemplation. Then my eyes flash bright, and my mouth becomes an O. I smile wickedly while my other hand languidly moves towards your oh so big, seething boner. Almost in slow motion, you watch my fingers curl one by one around your pulsating hard-on. You stand there, helpless, immobilized, your arms still paralyzed from our fight, and your legs wobbling, with a weakness that has crept into every muscle in your body. My delicate grip on your sensitive, swollen penis becomes ever so slightly firmer, you moan pathetically, and your knees knock together. I tilt my head to the side, and give you a quizzical look. My soft hand gives your quivering shaft a couple gentle tugs. The sensual thrill of my touch against your sensitive skin, is so intense it's torturous! I give you a few more gentle strokes, and you have to lean on me to keep from falling. Your body shudders, as each sweet pump of my fist hits you with a hard jolt of unbearable pleasure.
Your breathing becomes ragged, and urgent. Your naked penis is throbbing violently now. Your shuddering hard-on starts pumping out a steady stream of precum. I massage your shaft with your own wetness... making your magnificent erection glisten for the cameras. "Hey, big guy, look what's on TV." I purr. You look up to see the two of us and our erotic display on all the big screens around the arena. Me, an impossibly sexy young woman, working, you, the former champ, over in a way, no fighter has ever had to endure... a smirk on my pretty face, my killer body propping you up, as I work your hard cock up and down! I vigorously pump the full length of your shaft with my fist... The cameras in the arena zoom in close on the two of us, pornographically displaying my cruel fist, and your long, ever-reddening erection. Your aching too-hard penis luridly darts in and out of view, as my hand works up and down the entire length of you. I nip at the side of your neck, playfully biting your flesh, and speed up my assault on your cock. My fist becomes a blur, running up and down your long, thick, trembling penis insistently.
Between moans of pleasure you pathetically sob out the sad little word "no". You're trying with all your might to keep from cumming. Trying to show the world, that at least in this small way, you're still in control of your own body. But, you're not. I am. And you know it. And with tears in your eyes, you feel yourself reaching the edge. You want to cum so bad it kills you... you try desperately not to. You simply can't handle the thought of me stripping away this last precious shred of dignity from you. You, a giant man, weakly lean on me, crying, throbbing, trembling,
and begging for mercy as you try to fight back your impending climax. I tenderly lean into your big muscled frame, a sexy cock-teasing girl, petite, seductive and merciless, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Together, the two of us make the perfect symbol of female supremacy and male defeat, don't we champ?
The crowd is deadly silent as they witness this last epic battle of wills. I whisper in your ear. "C'mon big boy give in. We both know this fight was over before it started. We both know you never really stood a chance." Then, punctuating each word with a hard pump of my fist over your shuddering stiffy, I say, "In the battle of the sexes. No man stands a chance!" You howl like a wounded animal, I can feel your body tense and your balls go taut. You're about to cum harder than you ever have in your life. I let go of your shaft and start delicately tickling the sensitive underside of your cock with my finger tips. Even though I am barely touching you now, after everything I've done to you, you can feel my light feathery touches leading you dangerously close to the most humiliating, ball-blowing orgasm any man has ever experienced.
