Losing Your Title Pt. 05

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.

"Aw c'mon big guy..." I plead girlishly, "don't you wanna cum for me? I know you do!

-Mmmm- I wonder how long you could hold back... if I got down on my knees, started really jerking you off again, and told you to cum all over my big tits?" Just the gentle sound of my voice sends chills down your spine. My feminine perfume, mixed with the sweet musk of exertion from our fight, is intoxicating. You stare at my delicate hands toying with your throbbing hardness, and in spite of yourself, savor the way my toned arms reach for you. My arms press my large breasts together, creating mind reeling cleavage. The way my breasts bounce and jiggle, any time my arms and hands move along your cock makes you dizzy. The sight of my hourglass figure, makes your head spin. The feeling of my hot body pressed against yours makes you melt. "Just picture me looking up at you, from my knees! What if I sucked your cock? What if I let you fuck my tits? What if I let you cum all over my pretty face?" The sound of my voice, my scent, the sight of me... -mmm- how I feel... it's all too much, and the wicked fantasies I keep shoving into your brain... just break you.

The fingertips of my soft feminine hands, gently cradle your painfully erect penis. One of my fingers gently taps your sensitive shaft, and you huff and puff. I smirk at you with one eyebrow arched... I do it again, and your will shatters. All your concern for your own dignity crumbles. You want to cum sooo badly nothing else matters. I smile as I realize I've truly beaten you now, not just in our fight, but beaten you in a way you will never recover from. I just won our last little battle of wills, and sadly for you, I am not a gracious winner.

Both my fists wrap around your cock, I start stroking you again. You immediately feel yourself nearing the edge of an orgasm so intense that it scares you. I urgently bark at you. "Beg me! Beg me to make you cum! Beg me to make you empty your balls! Beg me to make you empty your balls all over this ring where you used to be the champion. Beg me to empty your balls all over this ring where I knocked you down, and took everything you've ever fought for away from you." You wince at this new, painfully cruel indignity, but I have totally broken you, and you can't help it... you start begging to cum. Wailing! Bawling! Mewling blubbering, and sobbing, pleading frantically.

I growl at you. "Louder! Beg me to make you cum!" Your pleas reach a fever pitch, and the crowd gasps at your depravity. Over and over you scream "Please! Please make me cum! please make me cum!" You feel my nimble fingers deftly dancing along the length or your rigid, tortured penis. Your manhood is impossibly sensitive now. The sensation of my touch is so pleasurable, so exciting, that it's more than your body can handle. It's agony, torture, you've completely forgotten who or where you are. With my loving caresses, I'm reducing your whole being down to little more than a fervently aching need. You furiously beg, and feel the floodgates of your orgasm about to burst, but at the most perfectly timed, perfectly evil moment... my hands completely disappear from your shuddering cock. Your diamond-hard purple penis flutters in the cool air of the arena, and in a playful, girlish voice, you hear me say one horrible word. "Nope!" -Ahahaha-

Your screams of despair are just precious. The sound of your misery bounces against the walls. I give you a mock pout, and run a finger down my cheek, tracing an imaginary tear down my pretty face. "Awww, what a silly boy! Why would I let you cum? You had to beg for it, but I don't have to actually let you cum to prove my point!" -Heeheehee- I wanted to show everyone just how easy it is to completely break you... and I think we've done that, don't you? You continue to cry out in frustration! You've just been humiliated in a way you never could've imagined. Your whole body starts shivering, completely unable to process, the pain and pleasure I've put you through. While you stand there whimpering, I know I need to act fast, I've pushed you so close to the edge, that you might cum right now just from looking at me, and I'm not done playing with you yet. Sadly for you, I know just what to do!

-Heehee- I think this is my favorite part. -Heehee- I look down between your legs, your mighty, trembling cock continues to point skywards, leaving your heavy helpless testicles completely exposed. I put one hand against the small of your back, and hold you steady, while I take my other hand and... I viciously start slapping your balls! -Ahahaha-

The sharp sound of my open palm clapping against your tortured blue balls echoes throughout the arena. You howl and cry. You sob in uncomprehending agony and misery, while your still throbbing stiffy shakes, towering over the evil ballbusting raging just below its rigid shaft. Your cock quivers, impossibly sensitive, impossibly stiff and impossibly denied. After what feels like an eternity I stop my assault, take my fist, firmly wrap it around your mercilessly busted balls, and smile for the camera. You weep, and bow your head in shame, as your denied erect penis continues to pulse insistently.

The press rushes into the ring. You wish you could slink away, but my cruel grip on your balls leaves you trapped with me in the ring. We are surrounded by a sea of young, breathless, female reporters, eager to pepper us both with questions about this historic battle of the sexes!

Stay tuned for part 6! "Aww what's the matter baby? Don't you want hear what I have to say to all the girls and boys out there? Don't you want to find out if you ACTUALLY get to cum?" -mwah- "Bye bye for now big boy!"