Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18.
Part 6 - The In-ring Interview and Pandemonium in the Crowd -
Your naked cock flutters in the cool air of the arena, painfully erect, and desperate for a woman's touch. I stand next to you, one of my delicate hands cruelly gripping your painfully swollen balls. All around us breathless female reporters climb into the ring. You feel the tantalizing heat of their bodies as they press in closer, grinning hungrily, pretty faces flush from the thrill of watching your defeat. I watch you with amusement as you take in the sight so many women descending on us. You've participated in countless post-fight, in-ring interviews... but they never look like this. Before our fight started, you were sure all the usual male correspondents were here... but, -heh- none of them seem to have made it into the ring. Instead, you see beautiful women... women of every shape and size... curvy women, petite women, tall muscular women... women giddily reenacting moments from our fight... women gleefully holding each other and jumping up and down... women giggling and pointing at your enormous, throbbing, diamond-hard penis... women staring brazenly at you, biting their lips, and failing to stifle purrs of desire.
No matter where you look your eyes meet another one of these alluring females. Each time your eyes settle on one of them, you're consumed by how badly you wish they would touch you, wish they would hold you, wish they would fuck you... and you're rattled by how certain you are, that after what they've seen today, whether you like it or not, any one of them could do whatever they want to you, and you'd be powerless to stop them. For all these women, our fight exposed the great imbalance of power in the battle of the sexes, and watching all these lovely females waking up to the fact of their own sexual power right in front of you, is making your body practically buzz with fear and lust. Brandishing microphones, recording devices, and notepads... the phalanx of women closes in on us.
You feel a hand pull at your wrist. I savor the anguish on your face as you wince. Normally, after your fights, no one would dream of touching you. People eye you warily. They speak deferentially to you. In your personal life, you always try to stay humble and gracious, but after you've decimated an opponent in the ring, there's this precious little time where you get to indulge in the fear and awe you instill in everyone around you. I smirk, as I watch how oh-so lost you look trying to figure out what to do with yourself when you actually lose a fight! You look over and see that the hand that grabbed you belongs to a pretty young woman. She smiles at you sweetly, a look of pity on her gentle face. The girl raises her microphone to her soft pink lips.
"Champ, were you scared going into a fight with no prior knowledge of who you'd be up against?" What a humiliating question. You look like you want to die. You feel my fingers curl tighter around your tortured balls, an ominous warning of what I might do if you're less than honest with these women. The pretty young lady holds her mic up to your face, shaking it at you a little when you don't answer right away. "N-no," you sigh, "I wasn't scared, I've fought so many opponents over the years, and I always won... I thought this fight would end the same way." The sweet reporter replies with a sympathy that kills you, "Awwww, but it didn't did it?" You blush, but remain silent. She continues, "When DID you start to get scared? Was it when you saw your opponent was a sexy woman?" My grip on your balls tightens, and you whimper, "uh-huh". The sweet reporter tries to stifle a giggle.
Another woman steps forward, and in a cold voice asks, "Champ, for years you've been hailed as the undefeated champion of the world, but is it true, you accepted that title without ever having to face a single woman?" You look at the reporter scowling up at you. She's small but fit, her hair is pulled back into a severe ponytail, her lips are a dark red. As she stares you down, in spite of the fact that you tower over her, you feel two feet tall. "No I'd never fought a woman before." you say ruefully. She nods, "So did you just assume you were better than the female half of the world, or were you just too scared to test yourself against one of us?" You stammer "I-I don't know. I d-didn't think..." The cruel reporter narrows her eyes as she cuts you off, "and the very first time you, 'the champion of the world' did have to fight a woman, you didn't just lose, did you? She destroyed you in only two rounds. Isn't that right?" You hang your head, unable to meet the indignant woman's eyes any longer. Looking down doesn't offer you any escape from your shame though. You're stuck staring at your erect penis. It's still painfully hard and helpless, betraying your inescapable male weakness to all the women in the ring. Under your throbbing cock, you see my dainty fist gripping your balls. -Heheh- I really got the best of you today, didn't I big boy?
Another reporter chimes in, "I wanna ask the NEW champ something!" I chuckle as I hear you sob out a little sigh of relief. I absentmindedly roll your balls around in my fist, while these women fawn over their new champion... One woman asks, "Did you have to spend a lot of time, studying the former champ's fights to find his weaknesses?" "No," I say with a smile, "I mean, I reviewed some of his fights, but none of his other opponents had that much to teach me. I mean they didn't really understand... and definitely couldn't exploit, the former champ's weak-ness-es." There's a little ripple of laughter as I grab your stiff penis at the base and wag it up and down to punctuate each syllable of the word 'weaknesses'. After the last syllable, I let go of your massive stiffy, and it bounces up and down cartoonishly. My fist immediately returns to your balls as I continue. "During my training, I focused on the techniques that could break any man." There's another round of laughter. You gulp as you think about how ominously knowing that laughter sounds.
"Men... boys, they've never really had to come to terms with the fact that each and every one of them is so hopelessly vulnerable. I mean... deep down they must know, but it seems like most women have been too nice to ever make them really face it." I lean into you affectionately and say. "Take this boy right here." I gently pull on your balls, and you groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I bet at some point in his life, he must have at least let himself guess what a woman could do to him, right? -Haha- Can't you just picture him?
...Alone in his bedroom... waking up in a cold sweat... under the shadow of night, he pulls out his naughty twitching penis, and starts stroking. He sits there in the dark, shaking, too afraid to fully form the thoughts upsetting his sleep. He wouldn't dare to put the feeling that's gnawing at him into words, but still... as he pounds on his hard penis, he can't shake that eerie feeling... -heh- that chilling feeling, that if a woman ever decided to use the penis pulsing in his fist against him, he would be completely at her mercy." There is a renewed round of laughter as these beautiful women hear you loudly moan. I give your balls a playful squeeze and continue. "Poor boys like this one have to spend their whole lives walking around with that evil thought grumbling in the pit of their stomachs... hoping they'll never see a day like today... -heheh- Oh, and it's not just this naughty little boy who fears the power of a woman's touch. Take a look at what's happening out there!" I gesture outwards to the crowd, "No man is safe!" the reporters turn. You look up, and What you see would chill even the bravest man to the bone.
Our fight's unleashed a frenzied storm of female aggression in the crowd. The women are ganging up on the men one by one... ripping off their pants, and demolishing their dignity! The producers of 'The Battle of the Sexes', didn't exactly plaaan this, -heehee- but we all kinda guessed it would happen! The brutal tempest of female domination currently tearing through the arena started brewing the second I stepped through the ropes.
Before the bell even rang for the first round, the storm clouds were forming. When I dropped my robe, the men in the crowd were slapped in the face with the sight of my hot body in this slutty little number, just like you were. And just like you, it got them all very upset. -Heehee- "You boys really are too easy!" When the women in the crowd saw me in the ring defiantly challenging you... totally unafraid, totally in control, it awakened something in them. Then, all the men and women in the audience watched me take you apart for two salacious rounds. And if that wasn't enough to humble every male, and excite every female, what I did to you afterwards sure did the trick! -Ahahaha-
Just think about all those poor guys! They look up to you more than just about anybody on the planet, and I bet that even if I'd been some smiling ring-girl, most of these guys would've gone home, and jerked off dreaming about me! It must've been so disturbing for them to see you, their mighty, undefeated champion getting destroyed by the sultry starlet of their next wet dream! -Heehee- By the time I threw my first barrage of brutal punches at you, every man watching felt themselves go stiff.
Most of the men sat there red-faced and silent, but a few of the men broke down, crying in shame. A few bad boys, simply couldn't help themselves, and started touching themselves. Some men bravely kept cheering for you, not sure what else to do... but no matter what they did, by the end of round one, every single man in the arena was suffering with the worst, hardest, throbbiest, raging erection of his life. -heehee- Poor poor boys.
