Do you remember Margot, the woman who defeated me in my first real sex fight? I talked about her and what she put me through in “The Beginning (Adventures With Cory).” That’s the first story in this series. If you haven’t read it, here’s a brief synopsis.
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We had no sooner been introduced when Margot mocked me, insulted me, said I looked wimpy and out of shape. Margot is a stunning woman who already had me at a disadvantage because of her looks, but she had an arrogant, snotty attitude.
I wrestled in high school. I work out and I’m still in pretty good shape. I’m 6′ 2″ – 180 lbs., and I feel pretty good about my appearance, but coming from someone who is drop-dead gorgeous slinging insults at me created some insecurity on my part. I thought, maybe she’s just a mean bitch who had something against me for some reason.
I was about to walk away when she said something startling. “I challenge you to a wrestling match – in a boxing ring – winner sexually dominates the loser.”
That was about the last thing I expected. I’d never been in a boxing ring let alone a sexfight, though I’ve fantasized about it for as long as I can remember. My nature leans toward submissiveness so in my fantasies, I always lose, but in light of her arrogance, I could take great pleasure in dominating her.
I couldn’t imagine why someone so hot would challenge a perfect stranger to a sexfight, especially after saying she wasn’t impressed with my looks. I couldn’t lose. What the hell, I thought. She wants to have sex with me. It seemed like a strange approach, but I couldn’t imagine how anything could go wrong so of course, I accepted.
I tried to win. In fact, I desperately tried to win, but she outmaneuvered me from the second I stepped into the ring. I hadn’t even climbed through the ropes when she jumped on my back. After a failed struggle on my part, she choked me out. It all happened very quickly. When I came to, she had tied me to the ring ropes, stripped me, and humiliated me in my defeat. Much to my surprise, there was an all-female audience of about twenty strong who were hidden behind a curtain, watching everything unfold on closed-circuit TV. When I was near my most vulnerable point, the curtain opened, revealing the audience. They all gathered around the ring to witness my humiliation firsthand when Margot and two other women had their ways with each other in front of me, then made me jerk off for the audience. One of them (Cory) worked a small vibrator in and out of my ass while the others fondled me. The torture was exquisite, leaving me no choice but to cum for all to watch.
It was the most intense sex I’d ever experienced. I often jerk off to the memory of it.
It was an elegant gym with a boxing ring. At least, that was my first impression, but instead, it was a private, women-only club that puts on a variety of sexfights for its members. They are women who love watching so much, they’ve established a private sexfighting club.
After my humiliation, I tried to ask Margot for a date but she interrupted saying, “Not a chance.”
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It was nearly a year since Margot defeated me in our so-called fight. I thought I’d never see or hear anything from her again, but I recently received a call. She told me the women who watched especially enjoyed seeing me squirm when she, Fina, and Cory dominated me, and they’d like to have me back to fight again.
She laughed and said, “In light of the way I took advantage and jumped on you before you even stood up, they thought you deserved another chance.” She paused. “I admit, I took advantage – but you still should have won since you’re so much bigger.”
I was skeptical and annoyed. I still detected that bitchy attitude. Margot tricked me into the first match. That is to say, she kept me unaware of what I was risking. She jumped on me before I was completely in the ring for one. For another, I didn’t know Margot was a purple belt in Jiu-Jitsu until after the match, and I didn’t know there would be other women helping her humiliate me if I lost. Certainly, I wasn’t expecting an audience. When I agreed to wrestle her, I assumed it would be just the two of us.
What could Margot have up her sleeve this time? I might not like the outcome if I lost again. It was a moot point I guess, since I didn’t believe her anyway.
Margot stretched her tale even further, saying that Cory, a stunning beauty from our previous match, wanted to take me on this time. She said, “Cory has a thing for you…but I’ll warn you, she’s a tough one…oh…and Cory said when you lose, she’ll love making you do stuff.”
My heart raced. Cory has sandy brown to blondish hair, a beautiful sweet face, and a petite, fit body with perfect, perky tits. After Margot defeated me and had me physically restrained, Cory had me psychologically immobilized. Cory’s looks and touch took me levels beyond my fantasies. It was real, and raw beyond my imagination.
The red flag in my head was telling me to say no thanks and hang up, but “dick head” wanted to know more.
I said, “You took advantage when you set up our match. Why should I trust you now?”
She said, “Because this fight pays, and it pays really well.”
She took me for a fool. Did she think I’d believe her “club” would pay me to sexfight? I didn’t believe Cory had a “thing” for me either, but I had to ask, “No shit, how much?”
“Five grand,” she says.
“What?!” I asked with great surprise.
She said, “They’ll pay you five thousand dollars to grapple with Cory in a no holds barred sexfight. It will occur in a boxing ring with an all-female audience just like our fight. Winner will have their way with the loser in the ring. Anything goes except S&M, although the use of restraints is permitted – even encouraged. The winner must not deliberately inflict pain on the loser. It’s about sexual degradation and humiliation in front of an all-female audience who’ve paid to see it raw, but it is a fight after all,” she added. “There could be some incidental pain, but it’s strictly grappling – no punches or kicks – no elbows or knees – no striking of any kind.”
She went on, “They like your clean, college-boy look. There’s something about a middle-aged man who looks youthful and enthusiastic. Those women loved watching you gyrate when you were restrained.” She laughed again. “They’re pretty sure Cory would do the same thing to you but who knows, you might win. You don’t have the biggest cock we’ve ever seen, but you’ve got a nice cock, and they loved how recklessly you responded once you were under my control.”
Despite her laughter, she seemed sincere. I was getting turned on as she spoke, but I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that they’d pay me so much to sexfight. Even though I wanted to say yes, I was pretty sure she was bullshitting me, so I decided to have some fun.
“Are you kidding?” I asked. “Do you actually believe I’d sexfight in front of a bunch of women again for only five grand?”
She said, “You’re joking, right? You’re telling me you won’t sexfight for five thousand dollars?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you,” I said with conviction. “I never would have accepted the fight with you had I known there would be so many others involved, and how they’d be involved – not even for five grand.”
She giggled. “But you liked it, right?”
“Of course, but that’s beside the point. You took advantage of me.”
“Oh geez,” she laughed. “First, boys can’t be taken advantage of. They’re too willing. And second, you knew you’d be dominated if you lost. You lost. You were dominated.” There was an uncomfortable pause. “Okay, how much then, Stevie? How much would you require? Everyone’s got a price.”
I said, “I’m not going to sexfight in front of a crowd again. If I win, I’ve beaten a girl – big deal, and if I lose, I’m humiliated by a girl. I lose either way.”
She says, “But that didn’t stop you from wrestling me. After seeing how hard you came in front of everyone, I’m surprised you don’t jump at the chance.”
There was another pause, even longer and more uncomfortable. I refused to break the silence.
“OK, Mr. Hard-to-get…how ‘bout ten grand then?” The snotty attitude was rising.
I said, “You’re not getting the message. I’m not sex-fighting in front of a crowd again – certainly not for ten grand.”
I sensed some hesitation when she didn’t respond.
I asked, “Where are you getting all this money, and why would you pay so much to see me wrestle? This makes no sense. What the fuck is going on?”
She took a deep breath. “Where should I start? Okay. Sex Fights for Women (SFW) is a private club, founded by “Mistress Shauna” (Shauna Johnson). Shauna’s a strong, muscular sex fighter who became well-known in the genre for her sex fight videos. She also hired out (and still does) for private sessions where she became well known to an elite crowd of wealthy customers (mostly men) who pay big money to grapple with her. Shauna is bisexual. She’s an experienced grappler who enjoys sexfighting with either men or women. She’s been sexfighting for twelve years and she’s only lost a handful of times. Granted, some of those fights were scripted, but most of them were for real. She was often hired by women who wanted to see her sexfight with their significant others. She figured out that many of them would pay a lot of money to watch a variety of sexfights in a classy club-like setting.
A lot of women love watching sexfights, but they don’t want to deal with drunk men who invariably outnumber women by a considerable margin in a mixed setting. Women feel freer and safer without men who are all ginned up – in more ways than one. Because it’s a women-only club, they’re free to put on any kind of sexfights they want including lesbians and bisexuals. Gays are typically not interested in performing for women. Anyway, after she met a lot of wealthy sexfight fans, her idea grew from there. She bought the warehouse where you and I wrestled, renovated it, and opened SFW. She received tremendous support. Since our opening two and a half years ago, our membership now exceeds 400 members.”
Prior to my first match, I didn’t know clubs like this existed. Margot was offering a lot of money to wrestle a hot chick and have sex with her in front of an all-female audience. How hot is that? Win or lose, it’s still a win I guess. That’s how I saw it anyway.
She went on to tell me about how they’re paid – club dues, admission fees, and a lot of stuff that caused me to glaze over, but then she said, “The members are from a whole different world. They are women the general public is rarely aware of, but they have more money than they know what to do with. Not only are outside wrestlers paid a lot of money, they can make outrageous tips. Tips sometimes amount to as much or more than the pay. When you get a bunch of wealthy, alcohol-induced, sex-crazed women together, they just keep throwing tip money. Most of the women who saw you wrestle me want to see you fight again under different circumstances, so this time you’ll wrestle Cory.”
“How do you get away with this?” I asked. “Is this legal?”
“Oh yeah,” she says. “It’s a member-sponsored, private club. It’s not open to the general public. Certain criteria must be met. Most people can’t afford it anyway…so you’ll do it?”
She was blowing me away with her story, yet all the pieces she described seemed to fit together. Still, I remained skeptical. I didn’t know what to do so I stood my ground. “I told you, I’m not going to sexfight for ten grand.”
She said, “I tell you what. I’m not in the mood to dink around with someone who’s being a dick. One final offer, take it or leave it. I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll get them to pop for fifteen grand and I’ll throw in something more personal. If you win, you can take me to dinner, and who knows…since she called you out, maybe Cory would join us as well. You never know where things could go from there.”
She was making it tough. Maybe truth is stranger than fiction.
“Who do you think would win?” I asked.
She said, “Anybody’s guess, but I’d bet on Cory.”
I was afraid of that. “There will be no pain deliberately inflicted?”
“Right,” she said. “Like our match, it’s about humiliation of the loser for the viewing pleasure of the members. It’s not about pain, and by the way, S&M is prohibited for several reasons – liability being the primary one. It’s also to protect our fighters should they lose to an outsider. That said, I won’t guarantee there will be no pain.”
“I get it,” I said. “Other than that, anything goes?”
“Yes.”
“I get fifteen grand win or lose?”
“Yes…”
“And Cory wants to sexfight me…really?”
“Yes, yes,” she said impatiently.
There was another long pause, but this time it was on me. I was trying to make sense of it all. I wanted all my bases covered before agreeing to anything.
“Are you there?” Margot asked as I paced the room pondering her proposition.
“No,” I responded.
Margot laughed.
“Well? Make up your mind,” she said. “That’s my final offer and I need to know before we hang up. I’ve offered all I’m authorized to pay. You’ll likely earn a lot more in tips. C’mon,” she said. “I’ve even tried to sweeten the pot with a dinner date if you win. I know you’ll like that. So what’s it going to be, big boy? Think you’re man enough to beat little Cory, or are you afraid she’ll tie you up and shove that vibrator up your ass again while making you jerk off against your will…in front of…all…those…women?”
My thoughts were swirling. Could I go through with it again? She was daring me to accept the challenge. If I decided to do it, there’d be no turning back. If I declined, I’d miss out on fifteen grand plus tips and I’d likely never see Margot or Cory again. I lived out one of my greatest fantasies when I wrestled Margot, and now I’m being offered a chance to do it again with a woman who more than checks all the boxes in the “looks” department, and I’ll get paid for it this time—a lot!
“Alright, I’ll do it,” I said.
“Great. I’ll get back to you with the details. Since we’re paying you this time, we’ll require you to sign a contract and a waiver. What’s your mailing address?”
I gave her my address and we hung up.
Four days later, I received a package in the mail from SFW, Inc. I couldn’t get the package opened fast enough. Inside was a letter welcoming me to their club as a paid fighter. Included were instructions for gaining access to the club on the night of the fight, a contract, a waiver, a return envelope, and a neon-green thong.
Though written in legalese, I understood the contract well enough to know the details were as Margot described. There were no surprises except for the thong. I signed the contract and the waiver, scanned them into my computer so I’d have copies, and mailed them the next day.
I looked at the thong and imagined wearing it in front of a crowd of women. I thought about wrestling Cory, tying her up, and making her suck my cock in front of other women. How could I not be excited about living out a fantasy like that?
Three days later, Margot called and we agreed on a day and time.
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Pulling into the parking lot was already intimidating when a security guard stopped me and asked for my ID. I showed him my driver’s license and he allowed me to enter. My five-year-old Honda Accord was embarrassingly out of place among the Benzes, Beamers, Porches, a Ferrari, a Bugatti, a Czinger 21C (never heard of that one before), a couple of limos, and lesser, but still out-of-my-league luxury cars.
I was exactly on time. I knocked three times on the side door, paused, then two more times as instructed. I wore the thong under my slacks. I was nervously aroused.
Margot sent a chill through me when she opened the door. She wore a black leather corset with her tits exposed, a black G-string, long black leather gloves, and thigh-high, spike-heeled boots. Talk about setting the tone. I was speechless. I wished I was wrestling her again.
“Come in,” she said. “We’re excited to watch you perform. How’s it feel to be the star of the show?”
I thought, yeah, I guess I am kind of the star of the show. “Exciting,” I replied.
I entered the room and followed Margot toward the ring. My attention was focused on Margot’s bare ass as she sauntered in front of me. My cock responded. I almost didn’t notice the increase in crowd noise as we approached the ring. I finally took my eyes off Margot to look around the room. There must’ve been over 100 women seated at candlelit tables around three corners of the ring.
A wave of stage fright took over. My heart raced.
The tables were set up on tiers so each table had a clear view of the ring. Four muscular cocktail waiters wearing pink bikini briefs, pink socks, and pink tennis shoes served drinks and entertained the members. These guys were chiseled. The women loved watching them weave through the tables with trays of drinks held just above their shoulders. The waiters were treated with the same kind of disrespect men often show toward waitresses – intimidating stares at their crotches, looks up and down, a pat on the ass, an “accidental” crotch rub, etc., but the waiters played with it. They understood the effect they had, and they knew exactly why they were there. Everyone was having fun in a highly charged, sexual environment.
As I scanned the room, I noticed the mural on that long wall again, portraying two boxers. Soft spotlights illuminated the art piece against an otherwise dark wall. They both had hardons forming large tents in their shorts. One guy is throwing a body punch and the other guy is doubled over in pain. Who knows why their cocks are hard? Maybe they’re gay. Maybe they’re excited because they’re fighting in front of women. There’s just something strangely erotic about that mural in a women-only sexfight club.
It sunk in why I accepted the fight. Money was reason enough, but that wasn’t the real reason. Living on the wild side was too exciting to deny. My fear escalated, but so did my arousal.
We got to the ring and there was Cory, waiting for me under the bright lights just inside the ropes. She was staring down at me as she traipsed from one corner of the ring to the other. My knees went weak as smitten murmurations of lust and love swept over me.
She had on a tattered, faux leather halter top and matching loincloth. She wore no makeup. She doesn’t need any. She’s a magnificent, natural beauty and she looked stunning in her cavewoman outfit. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
“You’re not going to wrestle in that I hope. You’re wearing the thong, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well let’s see it big boy. We all want to see you in your pretty little green thong before I strip you of it.”
She had such confidence – and that was the second time I was called “big boy.”
With each piece of clothing I removed, Cory led the crowd – hooting, cheering, and clapping. One of my long-time fantasies is to be a male stripper, performing for an all-female audience and ultimately, ordered to jerk off. I allowed the mood of the room to take me there.
It was demeaning, even embarrassing, yet wildly erotic. I didn’t dance. Instead, I stripped slowly and looked directly into the eyes of different women. I kept a helpless expression on my face, implying I’d do anything for them. There was a feeling of inhibited shyness, yet I couldn’t help diving headlong into the act of the tease. I imagined I had no choice but to give myself up for them, as if, unable to control the power they had over me, I was compelled to remove my clothes for them. Fear combined with eroticism is the wildest kind of turn-on, and performing for them elevated both. My cock swelled.
By the time I stripped to my thong, they couldn’t help but notice my semi-hard cock under the thin spandex. I climbed into the ring to enthusiastic cheers and applause.
Cory and I smiled and stared at each other from opposite corners. I had the butterflies of a teenager about to get laid for the first time.
Margot stood on the apron just outside my corner. She says, “Nice crowd, huh?”
I said, “I got the impression there would be just a few women here.”
She replied, “That’s an average crowd. This is a special night they’ve paid a lot of money for. I’m anxious to watch. Cory puts unique demands on losers. You’ll likely make really good tips. Good luck.”
A bell rang. Cheers erupted. Cory walked toward the center of the ring and I responded in kind.
What were those “unique demands?” I wondered. It didn’t matter now. The match was underway.
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We circled, arms outstretched, ready to grab the other at the first opening. I eyed her toned, slender figure with her subtly bubbled behind. Everything about her was petite and feminine. I couldn’t wait to strip her and make her perform.
I lunged at her legs to take her down. She quickly moved out of the way and I fell flat on my face, prompting laughter from the audience. Cory immediately jumped on my back and wrapped one arm around my throat. Her other hand grabbed a handful of cock. The crowd erupted with cheers.
Embarrassing as it was, I was able to get back to my feet and she let go. She had the speed advantage, and like Margot, she was stronger than expected.
I turned to engage her face-to-face. We circled again. She faked a dive toward my legs. When I reacted, she dodged me and quickly stepped to my side. Before I could grab her, she ducked under my arms and got behind me, wrapped one arm around my throat, and grabbed my cock with her other hand. Again, the crowd cheered.
She leaned into my ear and said softly, “You’re hard already – more fun to toy with and more exciting for the girls.” She chuckled and teased, “Oooo, this is fun. Don’t you think this is fun?” and she let go.
Despite my fear and embarrassment, I couldn’t help but smile at her lighthearted attitude. “Funny,” I said.
Her agility was a little troubling, but I was still confident. Regardless, it was a woman whose persona weakened me. As humiliating as it was to be made a fool of in front of “the girls,” I wasn’t about to simply hand her the victory. I was determined to dominate her.
I faked a takedown but quickly stood up instead and attempted to get her into a clinch. I veered left, anticipating the direction she’d move to get away, but she veered to my right, pre-empting my moves.
She laughed and taunted with demeaning baby talk, “Are you having a hard time? Poor little boy.”
Despite the jovial banter, I was mildly irritated. I wanted to grab her, hold her down, and run my hands all over her, but every time I tried, she avoided my grasp. I knew if I got my hands on her, she wouldn’t stand a chance.
I charged again, but this time I followed her attempt to escape, wrapping my arms around her in a bear hug. I reached behind her neck and pulled the cord on her halter top. It dropped, and I got a look at her perfect breasts again. My cock twinged at the sight. Clasping my hands behind her back, I pulled her close. Her bare breasts were pressed tightly against my chest as I lifted her and deliberately fell forward onto the mat. She landed on her back with me on top.
It was a hard fall and she let out a loud “umpff” when we landed. I was afraid I’d hurt her so I released my grip to see if she was alright. Big mistake. As soon as I rose slightly, she brought her left leg over my right shoulder and her right leg under my left arm, letting me know the hard fall had little effect.
Cory wasn’t wearing panties. As her loincloth flopped in all directions, her beautiful, hairless pussy was often in full view. I could smell her excitement and it excited me, but I did my best to remain focused despite the superb scenery and bouquet.
She locked her left foot behind her right knee. With both hands, she pulled my head down while squeezing her legs tighter on my throat.
Margot laughed and called out, “Hey Stevie, looks like things aren’t going so well! Oh, and Cory said she’d love to go to dinner with us – if you win that is.”
All I had to do was defeat this pint-sized, little shit. In addition to all the money I’d make, I’d be going to dinner with two hot chicks, and with any luck; there’d be big rewards later.
I was stronger than Cory. I pushed hard against her legs and popped my head out from her death grip. When I went to jump on top of her again, she scrambled away and got back to her feet.
She untied the back of her halter top and threw it on the mat. “Nice try,” she said.
She wasted no time. As I was getting back to my feet, she slipped behind me again and wrapped her arm around my throat. She was relentless with her chokehold attempts. With her left arm under my chin, she grabbed the bicep of her right arm. Her right hand was holding the top of my head, giving her leverage against my throat. She hopped onto my back, wrapped her legs around my waist, and tightened her arms. I grabbed her left arm and pulled it down with all my might to prevent her from choking me. She had to abandon her grip, but when she realized she couldn’t choke me, she reached down and grabbed my cock again before hopping off of my back.
The audience cheered and clapped – laughing at my inability to deal with this feisty imp. Trying to catch my breath, I turned to face her. Cory showed no signs of fatigue as she stood in front of me, laughing and pointing at my crotch. There was no way to hide my hardon. It was laid sideways inside my thong. One wrong move and it would likely pop into full view.
Maybe it was Cory’s sweet face. Maybe it was her exquisite body. Maybe it was how easily she took control. Maybe it was because it was happening in front of an all-female audience, or maybe it was all of the above, but as I allowed myself to fall deeper into this fantasy, any inhibitions vanished, and pure desire took over.
She laughed. “Man, you must love being humiliated by women. How many times have I had you in a compromised position, yet you’re hard as a rock. I figured you knew how to grapple. I was wrong. You’re already breathing heavily. You’ve got a hardon, and we’re just getting started. Oh, this will be so much fun,” she says while still laughing. “I’m really enjoying humiliating you for everyone. I’m so glad to see you’re enjoying it too.”
I chuckled at her mockery. “Fuck you. We’ll see how this ends,” I said with a smile.
She went for my legs, but I grabbed her right wrist and twisted, forcing her to the mat. When I tried to wrench her arm behind her back, she somersaulted and rose to her feet, yanking her wrist from my grip. As she scrambled to get away, I rose to my knees, wrapped my arms around her waist, and threw her face down on the mat.
The crowd went silent. While holding her down on the mat, I reached between her legs from behind and grabbed her pussy. She was as wet as I was hard. She squirmed when I rubbed my finger back and forth over her clit. I thought I finally had control but my victory was short-lived. She rolled to her back, grabbed my right thumb, and twisted it toward the back of my wrist causing me great pain. To avoid having my thumb broken off, I had to roll off of her. She got back to her feet.
I looked around in surprise. “What the fuck was that?” I yelled. “Is that even legal?”
She smiled.
I rose to my feet and we circled the ring again. I reached to grab her, but she pushed my arm aside, ducked under it, and took my back once again.
Hanging on with one arm around my waist, Cory pulled my thong down, exposing me for all to see. She grabbed my cock, showing me off to the delight of the crowd. “Oh boy,” she says. “I bet you like that.”
Yeah, there’s no denial here. I liked it. The feel of her hand on my cock in front of an encouraging crowd of women weakened me. I loved how it felt and how the audience responded. I lost focus, but despite my desire to allow her to manipulate me, I still felt compelled to resist.
I was trying to pull my thong back up when she twisted her right leg around mine. Suddenly, she leaned hard to the right. Despite her inferior size, by trapping my leg, she prevented me from keeping my balance, and down I went.
She clung to my back, sliding up slowly to get her left arm across my throat once more and her legs again wrapped around my waist. She tightened her grip on my throat with the stealth of a python.
I scrambled for all I was worth to push her arm away and prevent the choke. I moved her arm, but she spun around and locked my arm between her legs. She quickly transitioned from a choke hold to an armbar, keeping me flat on my back with one leg across my chest and the other across my face while holding my wrist with both hands. She held the back of my hand against her chest, keeping my elbow tight against her crotch. When she raised her hips and arched her back, she began hyper-extending my elbow. I squirmed to rise above her so I could pull away, but it was locked up. My elbow was in severe distress and I was powerless to defend against it.
As the pain increased, I had no choice but to concede defeat. “I give!” I yelled, and the crowd went wild.
She relaxed slightly, but held it in place and loudly asked, “What?”
“I give up! Stop!”
“You’ll do anything I want, right?” she yelled.
“Yes, yes, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Everyone in the place was on their feet.
“Anything?”
“Yes, anything! I give! I give up!”
The audience celebrated with even more enthusiasm than before.
She released my arm. I was exhausted. Pain was shooting through my elbow. I bent my arm back and forth a few times to make sure it was alright while trying to catch my breath.
Cory stood up with her hands raised in the air, flaunting her victory over me as I was slowly getting to my hands and knees. Despite the pain and exhaustion, my cock was still pretty hard. I was crawling back to my corner to await my fate when Cory came up behind me, grabbed the back of my thong, and started yanking it down. Instinctively, I grabbed the front of it and flopped on my belly to prevent her from removing it.
“You’re fighting the inevitable, Stevie. Everyone wants you naked. That’s what they paid for.” She giggled. “You’re fighting it, but I know it’s what you want too.”
After yanking at my thong a few times, that little shit dragged me back to the center of the ring. I stayed on my stomach but she yelled, “I won! Turn over loser! Turn over, and spread your arms out like you’re ready to fly!”
I looked around at the women, cheering for Cory to strip me. Cory was standing over me. There was nothing left to fight. Slowly, I rolled to my back and spread my arms out to my sides as she ordered. She climbed on top of my shoulders and squatted on my face, giggling as she looked around the room. Cory inhaled all the sights, sounds, and smells of the audience and raised her arms high to bathe in her victory.
The crowd cheered, “Eat that pussy! Fuck his face, Cory!“
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Cory showed little respect for me at that point. She pulled her loincloth aside, planted her wet clit perfectly against my mouth, and yelled, “Lick it!”
I took on my new subservient role with vigor. She owned me, and I gladly submitted to her command. I licked her. I sucked her. I made sweet love to her clit. Cory was right. I wanted to be naked and humiliated in front of all these women. I’d become Cory’s submissive slut, willing to perform any act she commanded of me. I gave myself up for her so everyone could witness my surrender.
Cory rose up and pulled my arms out from under her, and squatted on my mouth again. She took hold of my wrists and brought my hands to her chest, leaned her head back, and bathed in delight as I explored her breasts.
“You’re mine now, Stevie,” she says. “You’ll do whatever I tell you to do. They’re all watching, anticipating. You’re the star of the show. Give it all up, and make this spectacular.”
Cory laid the front flap of her loincloth over my face as a blindfold. If I turned my head to either side, all I could see were her thighs.
I continued the rhythm of my tongue against her and the crowd noise escalated. I was oblivious to what was happening. I continued to lick Cory.
Someone started fondling my cock. Waves of anticipation ran through me. I couldn’t see beyond the flap of material covering my face, but I felt Cory’s body twisting around to watch.
My thong was being pulled down. My cock popped out at full attention and the crowd cheered. With Cory watching, my excitement elevated. I pushed my tongue into her deliciousness.
When I probed her, she moved her pussy squarely onto my mouth and began diddling herself.
Someone started stroking my cock and caressing my balls. Despite not knowing who it was, or maybe because of it, I floated into a zone I’d never experienced before. I instinctively humped to enhance my own sensations and to show everyone a man helpless to his own lust.
Cory’s intensity was growing, riding my face and enjoying my reactions to the handjob I was receiving.
Margot pulled Cory’s loincloth off my face. She was standing directly in front of Cory looking down at me. It wasn’t Margot stroking me, but the combination of Margot in her mistress attire with the view of Cory’s magnificent tits took my arousal to yet another level. With all the stimuli, I entered a semi-hallucinogenic state. Nothing existed outside of the trip I was on. I would fulfill everyone’s fantasies, as they would fulfill mine.
Cory turned back around and saw me looking at her. Her eyes fluttered from the sensations. She loved that I was watching. “Oh, you are helpless,” She said. “Oh my God, I don’t think there’s anything you wouldn’t do for me right now.” She turned back around. I couldn’t deny my lust/love feelings toward Cory at that moment. I would do anything for her.
Margot pulled my arms over my head and tied my wrists with Cory’s discarded top. Vulnerability served to increase the intensity of my handjob. I thrust my hips instinctively. I was the lead character in a wild sex show, naked, squirming, and thrusting. The sensations in my cock and visions in my head became increasingly intense. My body was tightening, readying myself for my climax when suddenly, my stroker let go, leaving my cock to pulse uncontrollably.
Despite my frustration, I never stopped probing Cory’s pussy. She increased her rhythm, humping hard against my face. She was breathing heavily, straining and groaning as she tightened up. I increased the speed of my tongue and raised my head to apply more pressure. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face even tighter into her. It hurt. I didn’t care. My purpose was to satisfy her.
Cory finally leaned over and let out a moaning scream, shimmying randomly, shaking her tits above my face. The woman I couldn’t see went back to stroking my cock and fondling my balls as Cory bounced on my face without a care as to whether or not she was hurting me. I had the pleasure of raising her stages of intensity as she approached orgasm. She looked around at the appreciative crowd, bent over, and came hard. She thrust against me while watching everyone watching her. She peaked and gradually relaxed until she decided to have another go at it. She peaked again and then relaxed. She went on for several minutes, wide-eyed one minute, and squinting the next as she scanned the cheering audience. Her roller coaster slowed until she finally peaked for the last time, slowly humping, moaning, and twitching her way back to reality.
As she was coming down, I’d flick my tongue occasionally to make her twitch. She was so sensitive. I loved her involuntary spasms when I’d occasionally flick my tongue against her clit…and so did the crowd. She caressed my face after releasing my hair. My purpose was served. It was gratifying, knowing I’d been her good slave. Now, I was ready to cum for her.
I expected Cory would focus on me now that I had served her. I was approaching my peak but again, the hidden stroker stopped, frustrating me into a state of psychosis.
Margot said, “Let’s move him.”
Cory slowly stood up. I was excited. I’d finally see what my stroker looked like, but when Cory moved out of the way, there was no one. Someone had been behind Cory stroking my cock, and I had no idea who it was or what she looked like. It was a mind fuck. All I knew was, it wasn’t Cory, and it wasn’t Margot.
Cory and Margot dragged me to the corner and sat me upright with my back against the post facing the center of the crowd surrounding me on three sides. Margot tied each of my wrists to the post above the top ropes with satin straps. Once my wrists were secured, she tied my legs to the bottom ropes, putting me into a spread-eagle position.
Naked and restrained for a women’s sex show was intoxicating. They were getting exactly what they paid for. I was the lucky one giving it to them as one of my wildest fantasies was coming to life.
Cory danced in front of me with a mischievous smile while seductively fondling her tits. She was fully aware of how much she turned me on. I was captivated by her and deeply enraptured by her dance when Margot put a blindfold on me to end the show.
I didn’t understand. Nothing happened for at least five minutes. My hard-on wilted. The crowd was quiet. Everything felt different. My mind drifted from scenario to scenario, trying to figure out what was going on, and what might come next. Was anything coming next? What just happened? Is that it? Was it over? It couldn’t be over yet. Why was I left there so long with nothing happening?
I had to ask, “What’s going on?”
Cory fired back, “Quiet slave! Have you forgotten who won? We’re on my terms. You’ll be our toy when we’re ready to play with you and not before. In the meantime, imagine how weak and helpless you look. You’re a naked little boy, all tied up for a bunch of women to look at. I can do anything I want to you and you’ll have no say in the matter. Remember the contract you signed?”
Fear took over, so I shut up.
A few minutes passed before cheers suddenly erupted again. I had no clue. My mind wandered, conjuring up different scenarios I’d have to live out. I even imagined women wearing strap-ons headed in my direction. I was scared but excited and my cock began to stiffen again. Within a few seconds after the crowd noise escalated, someone fondled me. The audience continued to voice their appreciation. I didn’t know who it was or what she looked like but after what seemed like an eternity of nothingness, my cock quickly became fully erect again.
Could it have been Shauna Johnson, the owner of the club? I’d never seen her before. I never saw any of her videos. I had never heard of Shauna Johnson, yet despite not knowing about her, I had a fantasy image of an attractive, strong woman in my mind, and she was stroking my cock.
Cory said, “You’re going to suck cock for all these women.”
My stomach rolled over. Unfamiliar waves of fear ran through my body as Cory was about to make me live out my most depraved fantasy in public.
I felt something touch my lips. It terrified me. I held my lips tight to prevent penetration until I realized it was a rubber dildo. Once I knew, my fear subsided, but it was a slap in the face to let me know just how vulnerable I was. I opened it wide and Margot pushed it into my mouth.
Women were cheering me on, yelling, “suck that cock.” I enthusiastically delved into it, knowing they would appreciate the show. I was their humbled, naked sex toy, willing to give myself up as I imagined Shauna Johnson stroking my cock. I sucked with reckless abandon. I moaned, breathed hard, and even drooled from the sensations generated by the exquisite handjob I was receiving. I wanted to cum for them.
Suddenly, a pair of lips took over while hands fondled my balls forcing me closer to the point of no return. I squeezed my ass cheeks together and pumped my hips, sweating, breathing heavily, and moaning, I let myself go. I was about to explode when my cocksucker suddenly stopped and released my dick. I was so close. Why wasn’t I allowed to cum? I’d become overly stimulated. I blurted out a frustrated groan.
My cock was wilting again when Margot said, “What if I told you it was a man who had stripped you while all these women watched? Would that turn you on? What if I told you it was a man who had been stroking you? What if I told you it was a man sucking your cock in front of all these women? Would that get you hard again?”
Oh the depravity, sucking a dildo while another man gives me head in front of a female audience. Scary as it was, my cock responded. Women were still yelling, “Suck that cock!” and my cocksucker planted his lips on my cock again. Within a short time, he brought me back to fully erect. He eased me toward the pinnacle and when I was just about to blow, he again stopped. It was pure torture, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t take anymore. I had to cum or I’d go crazy.
Two arms reached around from behind me and squirted lube all over my cock and balls. Before I knew it, I was receiving a two-handed, lubed handjob – one hand stroking and the other lightly touching my balls, my taint, and my ass. Cory softly whispered in my ear, “Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
Cory knew when I was ready to cum. She’d stop stroking when I’d tense up, and begin again after I relaxed. The tease and denial were ecstatic torture, causing me to twitch and gyrate, hump, and moan while under Cory’s control. The more she tortured me, the more I gyrated uncontrollably while making oral love to the dildo. The more I moaned, the more they cheered.
Margot stopped pumping the dildo, but sheer lust made me continue to bob my head on it. Cheering and hooting increased when the dildo was removed from my mouth and inserted again, except this time, it wasn’t a dildo.
Shocked, I instinctively turned away and tightened my lips. I didn’t know how to respond. I was wildly turned on when I was suddenly faced with a choice I didn’t expect. I could give myself up to Cory’s whims, live out my wildest fantasy, and make a lot of money, or I could refuse, spoil the night for everyone including myself, and forfeit any claim to that $15,000. I’d never done anything like this before.
His cock was hard as it poked me in the cheek. It was sliding across my tightened lips while I was trying to decide what to do.
Cory leaned into my ear and said, “It’s already been in your mouth. You already know what it feels like – what it tastes like. Suck it and you’ll make fifteen grand. You agreed to do anything the winner wants, and what I want, what I really, really want, is to watch you suck that cock. C’mon, Stevie.”
Oh my God! What in the fuck was she doing to me? Despite fantasizing about scenarios much like the one I was living, I’d never engaged in any kind of homosexual behavior in my life, but I’d already made plans for the money. I was inclined to spit out the taste, yet that familiar fantasy kept reappearing in my head. This was what all these women wanted to see and I was the focus of their attention just like my wildest fantasies.
Cory said, “Do you have any idea how sexy you look? I’ve fantasized about you, completely helpless in this exact situation. I’ve masturbated to it. Do this for me, Stevie. There’s nothing to fear.”
Cory seemed desperate for it, and a whole bunch of alcohol-induced, sex-crazed women were loudly calling for it. This was why I was paid so much and it was what Cory desired. I was desperate for her to stroke me again. She was waiting.
I closed my eyes. Reality faded into a fantasy in my mind. I faced forward and opened my mouth. When his cock entered, I tightened my lips around it, slowly and hesitantly at first, until I finally committed to it. I began bobbing my head.
Cory stroked me again. She said, “That’s my good slave. God, I love watching you! Look at you, all hard and excited to be sucking cock for us.”
My cock became so hard it hurt. Margot stood next to me and removed my blindfold. A young, well-built, dark-haired guy was standing naked before me with his cock in my mouth. He was still wearing his pink socks and pink tennis shoes. It was one of the waiters. Margot had a leash in her hand that was attached to a dog collar around his neck. She said, “Meet my slave, Charlie.”
His knees were bent slightly and he was hanging onto the top ropes. His balls were shaved. As he thrust his hips forward and back, I bobbed my head opposite his thrusts and applied pressure under the head of his dick with my tongue. I became fully committed. I would give everyone exactly what they came to see.
Cory knew how to control me. She stroked my cock slowly, squeezing with every upstroke, and barely grasping it on the downstrokes. I twitched in my restraints and the crowd responded. Cory stroked me fast and hard until I tensed up. I hoped she’d take me over the edge, but she didn’t. When I was on the verge of cumming, she’d stop. I’d begin to relax and she’d start up again. I couldn’t take it. I had to cum. Breathless, I begged her to make me cum.
Cory stopped stroking and climbed into the ring next to me. I continued sucking Charlie’s cock. She untied my right arm and squirted more lube on my cock. She said, “Jerk yourself. When he cums, cum with him.”
Finally, I’d get my release. I stroked and Cory caressed my balls. She thrust the lube-coated dildo back and forth between my ass cheeks, not enough to penetrate, but enough so my asshole felt every stroke.
Moaning and breathing heavily, Charlie continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I was at the point of no return. His cock tightened and so did mine. Charlie’s cock swelled and his moans increased in volume until he screamed between clenched teeth, sending the first shot into the back of my throat, then the next, and the next. His screams were easily heard above the crowd. I swallowed all I could, but some dripped down my chin onto my chest. I sucked vigorously, forcing even louder screams out of Charlie. Charlie was as far away from reality as I was. The only thing that mattered was to give ourselves up for everyone to watch. The humiliation was intoxicating.
Margot yelled, “Keep pumping Charlie! Don’t pull out!”
His knees buckled as he clung to the ropes for support.
I was sweating, trembling, and twitching from the sensations and the scene I imagined from the crowd’s perspective. Cory continued fondling my balls and thrust the dildo against my ass. I had been on the brink for so long. I stroked hard and fast, as the women cheered when I ate Charlie’s load.
Still thrusting my head forward and back with determination, I tensed up and mumbled out a scream while shooting my load all over Charlie’s legs and balls. I couldn’t hold back my screams, spraying his cum all over his balls. When Charlie’s cock popped out of my mouth, Margot took over stroking him, while caressing his balls from behind. She smeared my cum and his all over his balls and my chin. Margot pointed his cock at my face to absorb the last couple of spits. I was still pumping when Cory shoved my face into Charlie’s balls and told me to lick. I licked every inch of his scrotum and his taint, tasting his cum mixed with mine. I had never experienced such ecstasy. The women cheered with appreciation as Charlie and I blurted out unintelligible utterances.
Margot grabbed my right hand and tied it back to the top of the post and Cory took over stroking my overly sensitive cock. I screamed and squirmed, trying to escape her grip. She didn’t let up. She smiled and chuckled, enjoying every minute of my painful, tickling torture. It was an ecstatic nightmare and the audience loved every second of my torment.
Eventually, the intensity lessened. My cock gradually wilted under Cory’s slowing strokes. Her gentle caressing of my balls soothed me as I twitched my way back to normalcy.
Cory leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, stroked my head, and untied me. The crowd continued to clap and cheer in appreciation. Charlie and I collapsed on the mat until we finally started to regain our bearings. Cory occasionally reached over to give my cock a quick, light stroke just to watch me twitch a little more until finally, it had little effect.
Charlie got up and staggered to the ropes, left the ring, and disappeared.
As I lay naked and spent on the canvas, Margot looked at me and laughed. “Still not a chance,” she said.
Cory pumped my ego back up when she said, “Wow Stevie…that was exceptional. I’d love to go to dinner with you if you’re still interested.”
I didn’t expect that. I stuttered, “Of course…I, uh, I am.”
She said, “Go clean up, get dressed, and come have a drink with me. What do you drink?”
I said, “Beer is fine – any kind.”
When I returned, Cory was sitting at a table by herself. She had her halter top back on. I sat down at her table and a lot of women came up to thank me and tell me how much they enjoyed the show. A couple of them said the highlight was watching me try to resist until I finally gave in. All I could say was, “Thank you.”
Cory said, “You responded better than anyone we’ve ever recruited. You’ve done this before.”
I said, “No. I’ve never even touched another man’s cock.”
“Well, you wouldn’t know it,” She said. “You went after Charlie like a sex-crazed homo. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Charlie cum so hard – and you came even harder than when you wrestled Margot. Holy shit!” she said laughing. “You spit Charlie’s cum all over him. What a show!”
I guess I was flattered by her compliment. Regardless, I was thrilled she enjoyed it.
“Stevie, there’s not much of anything I find sexier than watching a man struggle against restraints – especially when it’s a man I’m interested in.” She handed her card to me. “I’m excited about going to dinner with you. Call me and we’ll make a plan.” Then she got up and left.
She implied she’s interested in me…well, she must be – she’s going to dinner with me. I was excited. I was honored. She had power over me, unlike any woman I’d ever met. She seemed out of my league, yet we’re going to dinner. I’m old enough to know I wasn’t in love, but it felt like it. Even if I wanted it to be love, and I wasn’t sure I did, it was too soon, but she created a desire in me that I was powerless to deny. I had a burning desire to please her.
Margot brought over a manila envelope full of cash. I looked inside to find the check right on top. I pulled it up and sure enough, it was made out to me for $15,000. I didn’t know how much cash was there, but it was a lot – mostly hundred-dollar bills. I was happy everything went according to the agreement – no snafus, and I was thrilled to be going home with a shit pile of money.
It was all quite overwhelming. Despite it being a contractual agreement, the idea of receiving all that money for an amazing night of sex blew my mind. I felt a level of shame and regret for sucking cock, but would I do it again for that kind of money? One of my most lascivious fantasies became a reality that felt even wilder in person, so yes, I believe I would. That was the easiest $15K plus I’d ever earned and I must admit, the humiliation got me more turned on than I’d ever been.
Margot said, “Well, it looks like you’ll get your dinner date with Cory. Congrats on that. I told you she liked you. It was a pleasure to have you here, Stevie. You performed beautifully. Thank you. After you finish your drink, you may leave.” She got up and left me at the table alone.
A handful of women approached me to make conversation while I drank my beer. A couple of them tried to proposition me. They were wearing wedding rings so I was hesitant to allow any more than brief conversation, although one very attractive and elegant woman asked if she could hire me to sexfight her husband. I didn’t know what to say. She handed me her card and told me to call her if I was interested. Frankly, that was about the last fucking thing I wanted to think about at the moment, but I kept her card. I finished my beer and left, giddy with anticipation of my upcoming date. Cory’s looks, her persona, everything about her was irresistible. I had to know her better.
Oh, and there was $9,250 in the envelope. I made almost $25K in one night. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to throw that kind of money around, but I was damn glad to be the recipient of it. I thought, maybe I’m in the wrong business. I made almost as much in one night as I make in five months on my job, and this was way more fun.