The Demonstration (Patreon)

• Commissioned by Maximus Painage

What a difference a day makes…

Just yesterday I was like any other no-name young rookie wrestler of 17,  working in a VFW hall in front of 50 people for a promoter whose name I’d already forgotten. Granted, I won, but there was really nothing special about the match… I would never have guessed that a scout from my favorite wrestling company Berserk was in attendance. And even if I could’ve, I never would’ve imagined they’d have been impressed with me.

But there I was, sitting nervous as all get out in front of the desk of Seiichi Inoba, the president of Beserk, and standing just behind him was the ace of the promotion, the beautiful Misaki Toyoda. My hands were shaking as I shook their hands… what could they possibly want with some kid like me…?

“I’m pleased you agreed to meet with us today.” Seiichi began with a calm smile. “I know this may seem like a lot happening very soon, but… my scouts have an eye for raw talent and you definitely have it.”

“Th-thank you sir!” I quickly replied, staring straight ahead, trying my best not to get lost in Misaki’s eyes.

“That said, you understand we’re not going to be rushing into any signings… but we do you think you deserve an opportunity.” he continued. “We want you to have a tryout match for us… a rather unique one, if you’re willing.”

“Anything, sir!” I beamed, trying my best not to nerd out too hard. But I mean, come on… it was Berserk!!! 

Misaki giggled at my enthusiasm. “You found an energetic one, I appreciate that… but I think you should really listen to the whole proposal before you accept. It’s one that’s been turned down before, believe it or not...”

That had me curious, and that only intensified as Seiichi reached into his desk and pulled out a little packet, handing it to me. 

“What’s this…?” I asked, quizzically staring at it.

“You obviously seem quite familiar with Berserk, and by extension you probably get our typical rules as well, yes?” Misaki inquired. “Well your match will have… different rules. In that packet you shall find an explanation of them, as well as many erm, example photos, to help you get a grasp on it...”

Seiichi nodded and explained, “It’s likely occurred to you that Berserk is primarily a women’s wrestling promotion. But this is actually an offer specifically for a man. We really don’t have a lot of men on-hand and those we do have, have scoffed at this. So we desperately need to find new talent right now...”

“You see, intergender matches have come to be really popular these days.” Misaki explained. “There’s a certain underground fighting company that gained this huge cult following and it all just spiraled from there, and now, the people really really want to see it. Not just men vs. women, but to have them square off in that particular style, and with those particular rules… the market is clearly huge for it.”

“So much so that we see it as a big chance for growth to try and bring that style into the bright lights and mainstream.” Seiichi continued. “With a little tweaking and polish… I think this could be the bright new future of our industry.”

Hearing him talk it up, I was expecting this idea to be something grandiose that the world would revere and bow to. So why would anyone pass it up…? I had to know, so I went ahead and flicked through the packet, reading through it… and being taken quite off-guard by the images strewn throughout, stills taken of men and women, mid-match, in… provocative positions, to say the least.

“So what do you think? Would you be interested in having a match like that with one of our roster members?” Misaki asked, casual as could be.

My face turned bright red as I pictured it happening to me… it seemed, potentially quite humiliating. And I certainly didn’t get into wrestling to have matches like that, but… this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to wrestle for my favorite promotion, a chance to get onto the big stage way, way sooner than I had any right to even be thinking about it. I just knew if I passed on that, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.

“...Okay, yeah. Yeah, I’ll do it, absolutely!” I firmly replied.

“Glad to hear it!” Seiichi replied. “If it works with you, we’d like to have this as soon as possible… perhaps this Saturday evening?”

“I’m perfectly fine with that, sir!” I gleefully replied. “So um, who am I going to be facing, exactly…?”

“Well… that, we don’t know yet.” he responded.

Misaki added, “I’m fully in favor of this but the other women are frankly about as hesitant about it as the men. We want them to watch and give it a fair shake… so y’see, it’s also a tryout for this style, you could say. That being the case, we’ve yet to get anyone to agree… but rest assured, we’ll make it happen.”

“If… if you’re okay with it, then… why aren’t you doing it?” I asked, before quickly doubling back, “W-With all due respect! Ma’am! I’m j-just curious...”

She snickered at that, before putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. “...I would destroy you in seconds. And that wouldn’t exactly make for a good demonstration. We need them to be more on your level.”

Somehow that didn’t sound arrogant at all coming from her. Her tone was absolutely matter-of-fact, and I knew she had more the credibility to get away with saying something like that. I certainly felt no need to argue.

With that agreed upon, we shook hands again and I went off to start my preparation. That whole week I think it still struggled to sink in… me, wrestling for Berserk!! I couldn’t possibly screw this up, I would not allow it.

--- A Few Days Later ---

They were nice enough to let me use their private gyms to help train. The day before my match, I still had no idea who I’d be facing. Let’s just say, that mattered a lot as to how much the new rules would affect me, and I was lost in thought about it as I entered the hall. 

No surprise then that I ended up bumping into someone. I felt two large soft bits smash into my chest before the both of us ended up on our asses on the floor. As I winced in pain, I quickly got a sight for sore eyes as just in front of me sat the one and only Sakura Hagiwara, one of my all-time favorites! 

She was a true knockout, with her long black hair that perfectly framed her sweet face, big brown doe eyes, and a truly perfect figure, noted for her round, supple hips and her absolutely enormous breasts… all kept tightly beneath that white and red tracksuit. But she was more than just an extremely attractive wrestler, she was also an extremely attractive pop idol, co-lead vocalist for the band known as Sweet Diva. She had a singing voice that matched her face in it’s beauty… yeah, in case you couldn’t tell, you could say I was just a little bit stricken by her charms.

And here I’d just knocked her flat on her shapely backside the first time I’d ever come into contact with her…

“Oh! Sorry!” we both simultaneously yelled. 

Much awkward scratching of the back of her heads ensued as I sprang up and helped her to her feet. Her hand felt so soft in mine…

“Sorry again. Are you okay…?” I asked. She clearly was but, I dunno, I really wanted to show some concern...

“Oh, I’m fine.” she smiled. I would agree! “And it was my fault, really, I’m in a bit of a rush. I have to go talk to Misaki about something really important, last-minute training, she said… I didn’t want to be late for that! But I’m sure you understand that, considering uh… erm, wait… have we met before?”

“Nope, this is the first time! Heh, um, I’m new here...” I replied. “Actually, I’m here for a tryout tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow… oh!” she uttered, a flash of realization. “You’re the guy that’s going to be part of that demonstration they’ve been talking about, aren’t you? The… practice match with all those ‘new rules’...”

“Uh, yeah. It’s, a little weird, right?” I replied, a tad hesitant to get into much detail about my thoughts.

“A lot of us girls would agree, myself included. I mean, I’m not going to pretend sex appeal hasn’t played a big part in making Berserk the famous promotion that it is, but… this seems very extreme to me.” Sakura explained. “I don’t think I’d mind wrestling a guy but, to do it like THAT… just the thought of- I mean...”

She started to blush, obviously imagining herself in one of those positions on top of a guy. It was pretty cute, honestly. 

“Yeah, it’s um, gonna be something. And I really need to get ready so… uh, but, it’s been great meeting you, can we talk again sometime when we’re not so busy?” I asked, trying not to lose my cool. “I mean you said you were in a rush...”

“Oh yeah! I did!” Sakura chirped, as if she forgot herself. “Gotta meet Misaki! Um, yes, best of luck tomorrow, hope you earn a spot!”

“Thanks! Hope things go well with Misaki!” I nodded, which she returned, before hurriedly walking past me.

I grinned widely as soon as she walked away, overjoyed after having finally met her. And while we couldn’t talk for long, she seemed so nice in person… now that I knew she was rooting for me to succeed, I had to work all the harder, so I rushed over to the gym to get as much training as I could.

--- The Next Day ---

I leaned against the turnbuckle, awaiting my opponent there in that practice ring. It was absolutely nerve-wracking walking past practically the entire roster as I made my way inside, the ring was just surrounded by gorgeous women, all of them I recognized… and not a one of them recognized me. 

Sakura was actually notedly absent from the grouping, which was a little sad, I was envisioning having her cheer me on to victory… that would’ve been a great aid to me mentally, if nothing else. 

Still… I knew she was wanting me to impress, and that was all the motivation I needed. I was deep in that mindset when Misaki stepped forward to make a declaration. 

“As you all know, this is going to be a mixed wrestling match. One with a style that… you may find questionable.” she said, addressing the roster. “But I believe, if you give it a shot, you’ll understand the fun you can have with this, and the mass appeal and intrigue that it’ll bring along with it. Now then, without any further ado, I’d like to introduce this man’s opponent… Sakura Hagiwara!”

My jaw nearly hit the floor at that, as sure enough out she came in full wrestling gear. As always it was really revealing, an extremely lowcut (as in down to her belly button) red and white one piece outfit. Her lengthy, thick legs were entirely bare and it showed off an absolutely absurd amount of cleavage. It’s design generally seemed to bring so much attention to her endowment... I was in game-mode at that point though, I couldn’t focus on stuff like that. I was fully prepared to wrestle

.

Still, she looked so cute as she entered the ring and approached me with that sheepish little grin...

“I, uh… didn’t see this one coming, did you?” she asked, blushing. “Turns out what Misaki had to tell me yesterday was that I’d been picked for this! Eheheh...”

“Well… this is definitely a surprise but, I don’t think there’s anyone I’d have liked to face off with more.” I replied, giving her a firm smile and offering a handshake. “Let’s have ourselves a good match, okay?”

She nodded and returned the shake. “Heh, of course! Um… this is, going to get really awkward  I think… with this new style and all...”

I leaned in close and whispered into her ear. “Listen, don’t worry about that. This is a match between us, and there’s no reason we have to work a certain way. Let’s just do this the way we always have, alright?”

She nodded and smiled as the two of us made our way to opposite corners. As nearly every other woman on the show watched on, Misaki held up her arm, before bringing it down in a chopping motion. “Aaaaaand BEGIN!”

Not wasting any time, I rushed towards her, and she towards me. I went down to try and clip her legs out from under her, but she leapfrogged me. My momentum made me stumble and while I quickly got up, I didn’t turn around in time and she’d jumped onto my back, her arms and legs wrapping around me as she put me in a rear naked choke, which I assure you is nowhere near as fetishistic as it sounds…

Her powerful legs coiled tightly around my waste as her arms snugly bore down on my throat. My legs became a little wobbly, but I had to stay upright, if I fell facefirst in that position the match might’ve ended that quickly.

Staying firm, I grabbed for her hips and instead dropped straight down, the both of us landing hard on our tailbones with dual yelps. This was enough to dislodge her, and as she sat behind me I rolled forward up to my feet, turning swiftly and nailing her in the chest with a low dropkick that laid her out on her back. 

Off the impact, her legs flailed up in the air for a moment, and I was able to take advantage of that, flipping forward and grabbing them as I came down on her in a Jackknife-style cover. The ref went down to count.

“1…!”

But Sakura surprised me, turning the pressure around and flipping me onto my back instead, as now she had me in a Sunset Flip-style pin.

“1…! 2-”

Just after the two, I managed a reversal of my own, pinning her again with much more leverage now, her thighs under my arms, my knees on either side of her head. I didn’t even think about it at the time but that basically put my crotch right in her face.

“1…! 2…”

Sakura managed to wriggle her legs out from my grasp and crawled backwards, slipping out of my pin. We both flipped to our feet, and I tried for another dropkick since the first worked so well. But she amazingly rushed forward and caught me out of the air, one arm folding my legs up and the other holding onto my upper back. Sakura showed off some deceptive strength, holding me up in that position, and she raised me even higher… just so she could drop me onto her knee. I landed backfirst, and it was stingingly painful. 

As I laid out on her knee, she hoisted me up again and twisted with me before powerslamming me onto the mat, putting her torso up against mine as she hooked a leg, again looking for that three count.

“1…! 2…!”

This was a mighty shot so early, but I couldn’t let it end like that, I managed to power my shoulder up and force her off of me.

There were some rumblings from the spectators at this point. “Huh, this just seems like a regular match...” “Wasn’t this meant to be all weirdly sexual…?” “Hey is it me or is she extra jiggly today?”

I noticed Sakura glancing over to Misaki, and I followed her gaze. Berserk’s Ace was scowling at these affairs, not too happy with us putting off making use of these rule changes. We shared a look as I made my way to my feet, but both of us just saw a competitive edge in each other’s eyes. Without a word, we agreed to keep going like this.

With that in mind, Sakura went forward with a clothesline attempt, but I ducked under her arm and got behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I managed to get her up and bring her down with a back suplex. Then I rushed towards the ropes and leapt up to them. I hadn’t really perfected this move yet, but I had to pull out all the stops, so I sprang off the ropes with a backflip, landing chest-to-chest with the Sweet Diva off a Springboard Moonsault. The impact was a lot softer than anticipated… but still I hooked a leg.

“1…! 2…! …”

This got verrry close to a three count, but Sakura managed to kick out. Still, I had a pretty nice advantage as she was struggling to get up. Looking to continue this high flying strategy, I went out on the apron and waited for her to stand. The moment she was upright, I hopped onto the top rope and came flying off, looking for a seated senton, but she ducked under me as I flew. I managed to land on my feet and then turned to her, but she caught me in the gut with a rising knee lift that doubled me over.

Sakura pulled me in between her mighty legs, my head caught in her thighs as she wrapped her arms around my torso. I knew what was happening here, and I had to try and stop it, holding tightly to her hips as she tried to pull me off of the mat. I did stay between those legs for a few seconds, but ultimately I couldn’t block it forever and she managed to hoist me up onto her shoulders. Again I didn’t think about this at the time but my groin made the slightest contact with her face, just before she powerbombed me onto the mat. As she did this, she adjusted her legs in mid-air to pin my arms down, making for a devastating Sit-Out Powerbomb, specifically, and the ring shook on impact.

“1…! 2…! …”

The referee’s hand almost hit the mat before I got my shoulder up… all the wind had been knocked out of me, but I still persevered. It was becoming clear to me who the better wrestler was, but I wasn’t going to give up. I rolled onto my front to try and avoid another pin attempt as I wasn’t convinced I could kick out again. So Sakura grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to my feet from behind. As I felt her crotch dig into my backside, I knew what she was doing. She bent over backwards and threw me with a German Suplex, but I just barely managed to complete the rotation myself and land on my feet behind her as she sprang up.

Looking to take her off-guard, I rushed in and hooked her head, a leg coiling around hers as I brought her onto her back with a Russian Legsweep. I was gasping as I got up, and made my way over to the corner, supporting myself with the ropes as otherwise standing up was becoming difficult for me. Waiting for her to rise again, I felt like I had one last good shot to take her down. 

And so I took it, running full speed ahead to try and take her out with a spear. I dug my shoulder into her stomach, to bring her down hard with a rough tackle, but the way she adjusted at the last second caused us to land in an awkward way. I wanted to wrap my arms around her to aid in the takedown, but she made this sudden step back… as I collided with her and brought her onto the mat, my hands instead came to grope her enormous breasts.

I was now on top of her as she lay on her back, our crotches pressed together as my hands were accidentally fondling her tits. I froze for a moment, which only made the moment all the more awkward as we stared into each other’s eyes, blushing madly. Eventually I jumped off of her, “Sorry, sorry, sorry! That was an accident...” 

Misaki rolled her eyes. “Well, it looks like the man took the initiative… Sakura! Fight back the way I told you to or else! This is an order from the highest positions in the company, don’t get yourself in trouble...”

Sakura crossed her arms in front of her chest, as though she still felt my hand there, obviously befuddled as she nodded to Misaki. As she stood I tried to just focus on my next move but… after that dual-handful, I just couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling. It was every bit as delightful as I might’ve assumed, those tits were so huge, so soft, so smooth… and now I could no longer ignore her body, and how revealing that outfit was… and how slick and shiny it looked as she’d begun to sweat… Christ, she was hot.

As she got up, I was just ogling her, allowing to easily catch me off-guard with a kick to the stomach that stunned me. She proceeded to run the ropes, and came at me full speed. I was trying to time myself to duck her clothesline again, but instead of reaching her arm out she turned mid-stride and leapt backwards into me. What she did was referred to by many as a Hip Attack, but I can assure you, it was not her hip that slammed into my face in that moment…

This took me down with ease and she came down with me, ended up sitting on my face as I was on my back on the mat. She put no pressure on my shoulders so this wasn’t a pin, but nonetheless she kept me there, running her voluptuous ass across my face, gasping from the sensation. 

There was no escaping her sexuality now… her sweet, nearly bared cheeks pressing firmly and deeply against my face… her ass felt so heavy against my head, and I struggled even willing up the resolve to push her off of me. I began to moan, which I could feel her body relaxing to… this was doing something to both of us, most obviously me as my erection grew in my trunks. They were a snug fit so I know it was immediately visible to all the onlookers, I was quite embarrassed to hear the disgust in their reactions. 

“Ugh, I was worried about that...” “Yep, this is getting weird now.” “Man, this isn’t wrestling! I’m not okay with this...”

Sakura seemed to hear them too as she got back to her feet, scratching the back of her head. “L-Look, it’s not our fault… it’s-”

“Ignore them! Keep going like this!” Misaki shouted.

My opponent turned and looked down at me. I was lost in another world by this point, my focus completely gone from the match. She tilted her head inquisitively as she noted, “Well… it DOES seem effective... I-I guess I can try a few more of their moves...”

She reached down and pulled me up to my feet. As I stood there woozily she reared her leg back… I flinched as I saw it soar up between my own. She had aimed a kick for my balls! But she stopped just short and took a step back. “Uh… man, low blows were STRONGLY encouraged in that packet, but I don’t know, that just seems… well, really mean and cheap and...”

“Do it!” Misaki yelled.

Not particularly interested in getting a kick to the crotch, I dove in for her legs, trying to get her with a Double Leg Takedown. But I think my timing was off thanks to having to awkwardly adjust for my erection, and she was able to catch me, spreading her legs out and then bringing them back in, trapping my head in her thighs. This time I was in there much deeper, wearing her inner thighs for earmuffs.

It was so warm in there… an incredibly comfortable heat… I was just there on my knees at that point, my head snug between her legs. Sakura was fumbling a bit with this, but ultimately found a way to genuinely put on a lot of pressure when she dove forward, torquing my head back in the process. She held herself up off the mat with her arms, putting an intense strain on my neck… all the while her thighs started grinding against my cheeks.

I was certainly contemplating tapping out as this was quite painful and pretty hard to find a way out of… but I also, really didn’t want to leave the position between her legs, it really felt incredible to me. I wondered if the other girls could see my dick as it twitched…

My lustful fun was dampered a bit when I started to realize I was losing oxygen. Struggling to free myself, I took advantage of her rather fragile stance, fighting to get my to feet. Now she was way off-balance, only held up by her hands on the mat and her legs coiled around my head. I grabbed her shins and pushed down, her lithe body becoming a lever as her top half came off the mat and now I had her in mid-air. She couldn’t maintain her grasp anymore and simply fell to the canvas as I stumbled forward into the ropes, using them to stay upright as I caught my breath.

Weakly, I turned around to see her standing there, her leg cocked back. A pained look of regret was already on her wincing face as she brought her leg up. It was noticeably not at full strength, maybe half the force she put into the kick to my gut, but nonetheless… she kicked me square in the balls.

Even with her thankfully holding back, her powerful leg did some damage, this was intensely painful. I’d never been kicked in the nuts before and most wouldn’t be able to muster the force she could. As I slowly slumped down to my knees, her cute face was full of remorse as she put a consoling hand on my shoulder, uttering, “Sorry! Sorry! I’m so sorry about that…!”

She looked over to Misaki who seemed proud of her decision. Uncertain, but looking to continue pleasing her, she hit the ropes and came rushing at me, diving down onto my prone form, landing titsfirst as they slammed into my face. 

Now in a reversal of moments earlier, she had me mounted, her crotch against mine as her tits bore down heavily onto my face. The top of my bulging erection was grazing against her womanhood, which I realized then was a tad wet… and that’s the only thing I could feel aside from her massive breasts, taking control of my head.

I reached out meekly, a token attempt at pushing her away, but she grabbed my wrists to put a stop to that idea. She could’ve easily put them to the mat and pinned me with her titties like that, but she did nothing of the sort, just holding them out above us… she didn’t want the match to end. As she shook her chest, grinding her breasts, huge, heaving and glistening under the hot lights, deeper into my face… thanks to her expansive cleavage and the sheer size of them, I didn’t feel a bit of fabric. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought they were completely bare as they pressed into me…

Somehow through the thick flesh I made out the muffled response of the peanut gallery. “Huh, she does seem to have him under complete control like that...” “Yeah, there’s no doubting the effectiveness… I guess she made him weak between the knees, huh?” “Hmmm… I could totally do that, keep them pinned under the weight of my tits like that...” “Psht, keep telling yourself that. You’re way too flat...”

As this faded out of my perception, I moaned deeply into her tits, which seemed to earn an intrigued giggle. The sensation was just out of this world, I’d never experienced anything like it in my brief life up to that point… it’s like they were everywhere, like they were my whole world… I wanted to get lost in them forever, to be awash in a sea of Sakura’s bosom…

Without any more added stimulation, my finely teased cock erupted in my trunks… thankfully I think from the angle this was hidden so no one noticed, I don’t believe Sakura even realized it’d happened. But boy did it ever, I came and came hard, screaming into her breasts as they truly owned my body.

As if on cue, right as the last of my ejaculate filled my trunks, Sakura slowly brought herself up, her breasts kissing me as they rose up from my face. She looked down at me with a mischievous smile I’d never seen play on her pretty lips before… as she began to run her hands up and down her voluptuous tits. There was no denying it, she was really getting into this. And as humiliating as it was to cum in my trunks, especially in public like that, it felt absolutely incredible… so I was secretly eager to keep going myself.

Willed on by that and nothing else, as even my dream of working with Berserk had left my mind by that point, replaced only with lustful dream of Sakura’s body, I managed to drag myself to the ropes and use them to pull myself up to my feet. The gorgeous pop idol turned wrestling superstar was still fondling herself when I turned to her. 

“If you liked that… then you’ll love this.” she cooed, as she suddenly rushed forward and shook her chest mightily… I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw her breasts sway heavily, an enormous tit just soaring towards my face until it landed hard on my cheek with shocking force, staggering me and sending me stumbling away from the ropes… and then she repeated this, over and over, alternating which titty slapped me silly. 

The girls began to laugh and cheer at his bizarre sight as she battered me with her boobies until she’d knocked me into the corner. Sakura was gaining confidence by the second, posing sensually, slowing bringing her arms up above her head as she wiggled her hips, before rushing over to the opposite corner. We were now where we started the match, but the match itself was leagues different…

Sakura rushed me at full speed, leaping as she delivered a picture-perfect Stinger Splash, which just so happened to land her tits at fullforce in my face. This actually had some knockout power to it, hitting me hard even the titties themselves couldn’t have been any softer… it was such a one-two combination of force and pleasure…

I was knocked loopy, just leaning against the corner as she turned around, waving that ass before me. I found myself reaching for it, but she smacked my hand away and gave me a playful little wink and finger wag before sending that across up into my crotch.

I outwardly yelped in surprised ecstasy, as she started shaking it, grinding her ass into my fully restored erection. The women continued laughing and cheering as Sakura reeeaaaally dug her booty into me, seeming to take particular care to ensure it was in full contact with my member the whole time, it was like her ass had embraced my cock…

This was so far beyond anything I had ever experienced, I’d simply never even shared a room with a woman like her before that week, let alone been in this kind of position with one. She began to gently thrust her pelvis forward and then shove her ass back, delicately smacking my genitals with her backside… before making it pop up and down, a slight bounce thanks to it’s weight as it drove me absolutely mad…

This time there was nothing to muffle my mouth as I screamed my ecstasy, and with how I jerked my hips along with this I don’t think there was any doubt in anyone’s mind that I just came all over myself again.

Sakura blushed madly as she slowly stepped away and turned towards me, her gaze slowly going down to the clear stain at the front of my trunks that’d now developed.

“I-I… I’m s-sorry...” I meekly whispered, my whole face red as I was utterly humiliated by the deafening laughter. Looking back it’s surprising I could even register the shame, as my mind was definitely somewhere else.

She gave me little smile and said, “Um, don’t worry I, I really caused that and I mean… it’s actually, pretty flattering, heh...”

“I think now’s a good time to finish him, Sakura.” Misaki announced. “Do it… do it the way we talked about.”

Sakura gave her a nod and turned to me again as she clasped her hands around my shoulders. “Sorry about this...”

“Whaaa…?” I weakly uttered, before being blasted by a rising knee to the nuts. Again she was holding back, thank God, but the pain was absolutely unreal anyway… I think after cumming twice, my manhood was more sensitive than ever, because this hurt infinitely more than the first shot and I was howling my misery.

As if I wasn’t beaten already, this left me entirely debilitated as she stepped back to the middle of the ring. She turned around and bent over, giving me a cock-bending look at her ass. I was shocked by just how supple it looked from that angle… despite cumming twice and just getting rocked in the balls again, I was already aroused once more.

And it just got better from there… she slowly curved around to gaze through my soul with the most come hither look I’d ever seen. I’d have reached out to her if I had the strength. But it seemed like there was only one part of my body that was actually physically capable of moving towards her…

Her breasts shook and her ass rippled with her intense wiggling movements as she slowly approached me. She looked for all the world like a master bellydancer, her immaculate body gyrating and bouncing and my God she was the sexiest woman on Earth, bar none, she just had to be…

Her lengthy legs coiled and kicked in the air over and over, reminding me of their thickness and power… from head to toe, she was irresistible… and everything that I’d just experienced was running through my head as I stared, hypnotically transfixed on her unbelievable figure. Her ass and tits in my face, her grinding against my groin, the squeeze of those thick thighs… hell even the shots to the balls came to mind with an odd allure. She could do no wrong, she was in my head and any little thing she did just made my lust rise higher and higher…

I found myself grunting and groaning by the time she was a few feet away and my dick was going crazy. I was harder than I’d ever been, it was literally pulsating… in fact, it got so very tight against those snug trunks that, and I still can’t believe this happened… as she shook her tits just inches from my face, my penis ripped a hole right through my gear, my cock exposed in front of all those women.

This got a litany of gasps, but I didn’t care and amazingly neither did Sakura. She just kept on dancing… and reached for the straps on her wrestling gear. She pulled them down and gave me a glimpse of heaven… the last thing I remember was that image, and me cumming all over it…

--- Hours Later ---

I awoke in a daze in Berserk’s personal medical facility. Misaki stood beside my bed, smiling proudly. I wearily asked, “What happened…?” but I already basically knew.

“You came so hard that you passed out.” she casually informed me. “Made a real mess on Sakura too...”

“Oh no...” I moaned, certain that she’d never want to see me again.

“Don’t be glum about it, that was wonderful!” she declared. “It was a perfect example of the kind of match we’re looking for. The ladies all loved it, they all want to try now! And with how helpless you clearly are when faced with this style, I think we need to get you against every last one of them… so I’d like to offer you this.”

She pulled out a contract, signed by Seiichi himself and gave me a pen.

“Just sign this… and you’ll be Berserk’s newest wrestler.” she announced. “What do you say…?”

I was conflicted. Now that the lust had gone away, that whole experience was so mortifying… was it really worth the dream if I achieved it like that, having to wrestle more matches like that and get embarrassed in front of the whole world?

“By the way… Sakura told me she loved every second of that match, even how it ended… she seemed really eager to get into the ring with you again.” Misaki smiled.

With a new bulge forming under my bedsheet, I quickly signed on the dotted line. 

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