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 gorgeous 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 huge, 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 at all times 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 find 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 enormous 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 gorgeous 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 aside 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.

Now the women in the crowd on the other hand, were having the time of their life!

The naughty little producers of our show padded the audience with a small army of beautiful female models, fitness instructors, and exotic dancers. We didn’t tell them what would happen, but we promised it’d be a show they didn’t want to miss. When these lovely ladies noticed the forest of tented pants sprouting up all over the arena, they just smiled, and let the poor boys around them fume. -Haha- The rest of the women in the arena… the female fight fans, and the ladies dragged here by their boyfriends and husbands… mostly just smirked along with our special guests… but a few, were really inspired to put these boys in their place.

After what the women dragged here by their fight-obsessed boyfriends and husbands had had to put up with the last couple weeks, who could blame them? The minute their guys bought tickets to the fight, it’d become almost impossible to live with them. The over-excited men just wouldn’t shut up about, how rare it was for a title fight to have an unknown contender, and your undefeated record… and your legendary victories… ‘blah blah blah’… -heh- But by the end of round one, these men were dead silent. Most of them tried to look stoic, and unfazed, but it was impossible to pretend. The poor blushing boyfriends, and humbled husbands, were all straining the fabric of their pants to the breaking point. -Ahahaha- What naughty boys! By the end of round two, many a willful wife and gloating girlfriend had noticed their guy’s obvious erection. The meanest of the women made sure their guy had no way to hide his shame. She’d roll her eyes, lean over her man’s lap, undo his pants, and pull out his bare seething boner. Those poor dummies had to sit there blushing, while their naked hard-ons trembled on full display for the rest of the women in the crowd. -Hahaha, I love it!-

And the female fight fans? They hadn’t just endured weeks of some guy prattling on about a boxing match. No, they’d dealt with a lifetime of patronizing lectures from pig-headed men. Whether it was a self absorbed know-it-all, or a “nice guy” who wondered he was educating the lady he’d cornered… none of these men stopped to think that maybe, the woman they were trying to teach should’ve been the one teaching them. All the years of disrespect left each woman with a little ember of resentment burning inside her. What’s worse, was that after so many years of being told they were weaker, being told they didn’t find out a fight the way a man does, a lot of these women started to believe, if only just a little, that the men belittling them were right. Watching those same men completely shattered, penises throbbing, tears in their eyes, and hearts in their throats, while a woman was demolishing their champion, fanned that little flame of resentment into a roaring fire. These stupid men weren’t stronger… they were pathetic! The women’s anger blazed for ever being made to doubt themselves, and the most vengeful girls weren’t gonna wait another second for a little payback…

The guy next her to might be, her office rival by day and drinking buddy at the sports bar on fight night… or the paternalistic older trainer she’d befriended at the gym, or just a stranger… another excited fan who had been totally unprepared for the fight they were witnessing. It didn’t matter, when that guy started pitching a tent right next to her, all because he couldn’t handle watching a man lose to a woman, he sealed his fate. She undid the poor guy’s pants, and started roughly pumping his hard cock, or punching his swollen balls. The hapless men quietly sobbed, mewled and moaned, but they were all too overcome by what was happening in the ring, to try and stop the vicious woman wreaking havoc on their delicate male parts. -Heh, brutal! Right?-

Then, our fight was over. The ref announced my victory, and all the women jumped to their feet. They gleefully cheered on their new champion. Most of the men stayed quiet… some guys continued pathetically weeping or stroking in shame, but as you know all too well, the show was far from over. -Hahaha- I kept on humiliating you while the whole crowd looked on breathless. Watching me break you left the guys in the arena broken too. -Heehee- As the lovely reporters were piling into the ring with us, all the men in the crowd were forced to sit and ponder their profound helplessness. Some guys couldn’t handle it. They simply couldn’t accept what was happening, and not knowing what else to do, they started booing! -Can you believe it?!- That’s when the storm clouds broke, and a torrent of female revenge rained down on every male in the arena.

These pathetic men had the gall to “boo” me, and it outraged every woman around them. Animated by their newly discovered power, the women in the arena quickly mobilized to put these sore losers in their place. Each booing man found himself surrounded by vengeful women. He felt himself forcefully get pulled up by his armpits, and humiliated as gangs of gorgeous women pointed and laughed at the still thrumming tent in his pants. It was more than any man could handle, and one by one, all the booing men were transformed from big, angry, tough guys, into a bunch of helpless, red-faced, little boys. But their punishment didn’t end there. Before long each guy’s pants were pulled down to his ankles, and his female tormentresses were making him loudly moan and scream, as they took turns viciously pumping his sensitive erection, and violently busting his delicate balls.

At first it was just the guys booing who got the dominatrix treatment, but drunk on the thrill of victory, and excited by such a profound display of female supremacy, the rest of the women in the arena were whipped into a frenzy. They started ganging up on the rest of the men… unzipping flys, and ripping pants aside at the seams. Men became so fearful that all a woman had to do was point at them, and the trembling male began pulling his pants down himself, and begging for mercy!

All around the arena the same scenes played out. With wild abandon women were laughing and teasing shuddering boners with feather touches, spanking naughty cocks with their open palms, and standing boys up only to bust their balls, and make them topple to the ground! A small group of men, including some professional fighters (who had watched our fight with horror), panicked and beat a mad dash for the doors. The fleeing males were dismayed to find that during our fight, the producers from ‘The Battle of the Sexes’ had installed a special security detail of scantily clad female body builders at every exit. All the fugitive men were still painfully tenting their pants and, not even the professional fighters could muster the courage to defy these imposing women. Every male who attempted to escape failed, and found himself surrounded by giggling women who pantsed him, and dragged him back, sobbing and throbbing, to stand with all the other naughty boys. -Ahahaha-

“See!” I say brightly, back in the ring, “each and every one of these men is totally helpless! It’s time to force the men of the world to face their weakness!” A reporter with a wicked grin steps forward, do you have anything to say to the men and women watching at home?” I smile right along with her, “Yes I do. Where’s my camera?” I quickly ask one of the producers from our show. When I find my camera, I look right at the lens and say, “Ok ladies, we’ve had to endure enough from the men of the world for far too long. A revolution is coming. Just remember, every boy is hiding all the weapons a girl needs to destroy him, right in his own pants! And boys… there’s no use trying to fight. Strip naked, grab your stiff penises, and begin stroking! Jerk those wicked boners while you think about all the women out there that could humble you on a mere whim! It’s time you boys learned, when your dicks are hard, you’re no match for any woman, and we can make you hard whenever we want. There’s no stopping us. Stroke it and weep boys, in the ‘the battle of the sexes’ girls at all times win, and boys at all times lose.” With that I turn my attention back to the reporters in the ring.

A tall reporter wearing a painted-on pants suit asks me, “Is this the end of male fighting sports? Now that everyone’s seen this show, will any other male champion ever be brave enough to set foot in a ring again? I mean… even if their challenger is a man… what if a girl from the crowd crashes the fight?” I chuckle, it’s an amusing thought… picture it… two macho guys cowering at opposite corners of the ring while some pathetic ref tries to shoo away a mischievous temptress in a G-string. -Heh-

You must be picturing a similar scene, because I can see your big cock jumping up and down! Yet again, I lean into you tenderly, letting the delicate fingers of my free hand, the ones that aren’t wrapped around your swollen balls, gently graze over your abs, playfully exciting your skin, before answering the reporter. “For now at least, I’m pretty sure most men will still agree to fight. Oh, they might lay awake at night pounding their boners with fear, but all these boys are still too proud to publicly forfeit all their precious titles just cuz they finally realized there are women in the world -hahaha-. I mean… even, after his ordeal today, the former champ here has already challenged me to a rematch! Isn’t that right big boy?”

You were hazily watching my lovely feminine hand lazily roam around your torso, but when you hear my question, your head shoots up. We both know after today, you never want to set foot in a fighting ring ever again. You just want to run and hide, for as long and hard as you can! -Heehee- You’re about to find out that escaping me is never that easy. -Hahahaha-

“Oh no! What’s going to happen next?!”

stay tuned for the final chapter, where you’ll finally learn if your going to get to cum, and what happens to you once you leave the ring! Mwah! Buh-Byee!