3 hunks defeated, part 1 of 4
by jdean72000@yahoo.com



This story is adapted from and expands on "Kaneko vs. Wurtz" by NadiaBlack.
Small, shy Kaneko faces the object of her desires in the wrestling ring with
surprising results, while the 2 announcers get to know each other much better
than before.

The stadium was filled with lights and applause, over 30,000 in attendance as
they all stopped to hear the announcers start the tale of the tape.

"Looks like we're in for an excellent show tonight, a battle between a male
mid-weight champion and female featherweight, this match is being fought under
the stipulation that the loser will become sex slave to the winner. And
judging by our male champion's previous record, I think we all know who is
going to belong to who when this is all done! I'm Phil Donaugh, this is my
co-host Marissa Pinkman."

"Thanks, Phil" Marissa said with a smile "But I think you may be excited for
the wrong reasons. Our Japanese idol, Kaneko Tanaka, is definitely a shoe-in
for the victory here. She has a lot more skill, a lot more grace, and in my
opinion she just wants it here. If you're looking to see Mark Wurtz dominate
and humiliate another pour helpless woman, I'm afraid this simply isn't the
fight for you." Marissa gave her colleague a proud smirk. Phil saw a
surprising amount of confidence in Marisa's expression and posture today that
made him uncomfortable, even though he didn't know why. Marisa saw the
square-jawed, muscular, handsome former athlete next to her and had a few
thoughts about making him her own sex slave, but she kept those to herself.
"Agree to disagree, Marissa" Phil shot back "and the music is finally playing,
our first gladiator, standing 6'2 and weighing 225 lbs Mark the Steamroller
Wurtz!"

An attractive man began running down the stage. He was a white American in his
early twenties. With his youth and beauty Mark had already made a name for
himself as a great fighter and pretty good sexfighter. While had had won no
championships, the guy had a hardcore fandom and a record of mostly victories
against men and only victories against women. He was clean-cut and very
muscular, dark hair and green eyes, a million dollar smile that made all the
girls want to wrestle with him, just a general icon. He had broad shoulders
and thick arms, a broad, V-shaped back that tapered down to a trim waist,
thick pecs, a tight 6-pack and powerful thighs. He wore only a skimpy little
white speedo that barely left anything to the imagination, so as he jogged
down the aisle his big, beefy butt bounced with every step and his large,
protruding bulge swung back and forth to the delight of all the women in the
audience (and some of the men). Mark knew he had been described as a "sex god"
and as he made his way into the ring, the picture of male strength and beauty,
it was easy to see why."And in the other corner" Marissa began "The Lotus of
Pain, the Flower of Power, the Princess of Submissions, standing 4'11 and
weighing 97 pounds...Kaneko Tanaka!"

The woman definitely stood in stark contrast to the male. She was wearing a
pair of purple panties with a matching bra, certainly a lot less than her
usual attire, but this was a special match. She had a very pretty face, a
surprisingly nervous countenance spread across her Japanese features, long
auburn-brown hair she was keeping in a voluminous ponytail that went halfway
down her back, and she was wearing contacts instead of the glasses in her
publicity photos, glasses would be inconvenient in a match like this.

Kaneko had had a bit of a crush on Mark ever since she joined the federation.
He had a nice body and by all accounts was a skilled lover, but he was very
dismissive of her, seeking taller and chestier bimbos instead of adorable and
loving idols like herself. When she had challenged him to a sex-wrestling
match, he had scoffed at the idea...but eventually accepted after she made a
few innuendos and challenges on his masculinity. Now he was standing right in
front of her, not even looking at the girl as he posed for his adoring crowd.

The bell went off and the fighters were to face one another, but Kaneko simply
walked toward Mark. As he extended his hand for a customary handshake she
instead quickly started tracing a finger against his abs. First around all the
muscles, then up to his pecs where she traced one of his perky nipples, then
back down the middle of his belly to the waist of his speedo and then further
down, barely dragging her fingertip down his bulge. She leaned in and kissed
one of his heavy pecs.

"Nice body, Mark" she said, her usual nervous shut-in features replaced with
an evil grin. "It will make an excellent toy for a girl like me." Some of the
women in the audience were whooping and cheering at Kaneko's boldness. Mark
was so stunned he hadn't stopped her. He had no idea why he felt
so...uncomfortable at this point. He had every advantage over this girl,
experience, strength, gender...but she was objectifying him. He suddenly felt
very exposed and vulnerable and aware of how almost naked he was. His body was
tingling all over and he could already feel the front of his speedos beginning
to swell. Kaneko and the audience noticed it too. She giggled at his reaction
which annoyed him. She was already controlling him and his body. She must have
thought that being aggressive in the beginning would make him angrier later
on. He didn't like when women tried to play with him like that, in his mind he
made a note not to let her cum when he fucked her after the match. "What was
that?" Phil said almost to himself. "She's obviously a very smart woman,"
Marisa said with a chuckle. But Phil didn't find it funny. What Kaneko was
doing wasn't exactly against the rules but it wasn't tradition either. But he
couldn't help stare slack-jawed at the young temptress' finger on the muscular
male's bulging speedo.The second bell rung and immediately Mark charged at
her, but Kaneko simply sidestepped him and loudly smacked his hard ass as he
zipped by, giggling to herself as she saw how it jiggled. She had never
exactly been the most social person and didn't have the most experience with
boys of all the girls on the roster, so this sort of experience was novel to
her. "And with that we already have Kaneko humiliating her opponent. Looks
like Mark just started for too cocky!" Marissa began. "Can he salvage this
fight or is he doomed to failure from his own overconfidence?" "Oh don't get
started with that" Phil responded. "Look, he's going in more slowly this time,
easing his hands around her and...What's this, Kaneko is applying a wrist lock
and now...a hip throw!?"Amazing, Mark Wurtz has been pulled to the ground,
already on the mat with Kaneko. "She does have a background in Olympic style
wrestling while he does not, I think ground game will be an advantage for
her...then again I think standing game would be too," Marissa responded. Mark
heard the commentary and wondered how could they possibly think that? She was
just a stupid girl chasing a crush; no way somebody so small and weak could
provide any real resistance or challenge to a genuine fighter like himself.
But somehow she did, easily avoiding his many attempts at grabbing her as she
got on his back and started playing her own game, grabbing his arms first
before getting behind his back, sitting down, and locking her feet to get the
leverage.

"Amazing, a surfboard stretch!" said a flabbergasted Phil. "She is pulling his
arms back like crazy...that's gotta hurt!" "Those big biceps aren't doing you
much good now," Kaneko mocked her male opponent. "Soon enough you'll barely be
able to use them anymore," she said, her iron grip and leverage preventing him
from getting out of the hold. He began gnashing his teeth. His whole body was
bent backward, which caused his bulge to protrude even more. Surprisingly, it
was still somewhat swollen. "Shut up, when I get out I'm gonna smash that
pussy to fucking bits," Mark snarled. "I admire your willingness to work, Mr.
Wurtz, but I assure you I can do everything I need...now just relax and let
Kaneko show you just how useless those big male muscles are in a real fight,"
she said, and with that pushed even harder. "Kaneko is really hurting Mark
here...will he have to tap out or...incredible, she simply let go of him
rather than pursuing the hold!! She is showing a lot of confidence here, that
or she just wants to lose!" Phil chuckled. Marisa bristled at how easily he
dismissed the female fighter when she was so clearly dominating her much
larger male opponent. Kaneko began posing for the crowd, her wallflower
persona beginning to crack a bit as she found a new confidence in her
domination of mark. The man rubbed his shoulders and took his time to recover,
glaring at the purple-clad woman who was stealing his limelight. "Mark is
getting up again...no doubt for an even worse beating," Marissa began with
utter joy. She heard Phil emit a quiet grunt of disapproval. Watching Kaneko
gave Marisa even more confidence, who quietly scooted just half an inch to her
left so that her slim, feminine thigh was now just barely touching Phil's
muscular male thigh. Phil noticed but didn't move. Kaneko gave the female at
the mic a little thumbs up before jumping back in. "Just...don't be so sure,"
responded Phil. "He's reaching again and she avoids again, this time she gets
on the canvas and...Oh, that's a devastating figure four leglock, he's on his
belly and reaching for the ropes while his tiny tormentress is just tearing
apart his lower body!" Kaneko reached a hand out and casually groped Mark's
butt through his wrestling speedo, enjoying the tightness and squishability
quite a bit. "It's bigger than mine," she breathily observed, before
tightening her legs grip on his and making him scream. "I don't even know what
I'd do with an ass like that! I'm sure whatever I decide on will be fuuun..."
Mark's arms were still hurting from the earlier hold, but now his leg was
getting completely destroyed as well. The intense pressure of her thighs on
his limb was too much...he had to pull himself forward and grab the ropes for
a break. Kaneko just kept fondling his beefy ass and giggling as he wore out
his already wounded arms dragging both of them to their rope. At the last
second, right before he grabbed it, Kaneko slid her hand between his thick
thighs and goosed him. Mark yelped at the violation but when he grabbed the
rope she gladly jumped off of him and backed up, sizing up her bigger, if
shrunken, opponent. He came at her again, but this time she caught him
mid-run, her body managing to stop his momentum as she hooked a hand under his
leg and then lurched. "Oh my God!" Phil shouted. "She's going for a venus
flytrap!" And with that she hoisted her opponent into the air, slamming him
down behind her back! And again, and a third time, then she put him in a
humiliating high bridge and his best efforts did nothing to save him! Until
she lets him out, giggling at him!

Kaneko walked back from Wurtz, his form laying helpless and broken on the
ground as she starts raising her hands for the crowds. The sweat now
glistening on her skin and in her long auburn hair show that she has fought a
hard battle, but it looks like things are finally coming to a close for her.

"Kaneko seems to really be enjoying her advantage so far, but we can't
discount the idea of Mark winning," said Phil. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure"
snidely responded Marissa. "Look at Mark squirming on the ground
there...Kaneko was right about his muscles. Big round curves that don't let
him stand up against even a tiny shut-in like her. Those arms she's flexing
for the crowd are definitely smaller, probably less defined...but more than
enough to put a big foolish guy like Mark in the ground."

Marisa started to press her thigh harder against Phil, making sure he caught
his words about large male muscles losing to a smaller female opponent. Her
teasing was working, but something even more embarrassing was happening to
Phil. As he watched this cute young woman physically dominate her larger,
muscular male opponent, he found himself getting turned on. His cock was
starting to stretch toward his right hip, basically aiming at Marisa. He could
feel his form-fitting briefs getting stretched out. Even though his lap was
somewhat under the table, he was grateful he was wearing an unbuttoned sport
jacket that hung on either side of his body so no one could see what was
happening. Kaneko was enjoying the support for her from the colorful
commentary, but knew it was finally time to get her man. She stood her ground,
hands on her hips, and looked at him, daring him to rise. Mark got on his
knees, sitting back on his ankles, staring at Kaneko. His powerful arms hung
uselessly at his sides. He was drenched in sweat, which made his white speedos
practically transparent. The audience was loving the view of this big,
muscular, handsome young man who at this point may as well have been naked.
Kaneko circled the young hunk in the middle of mat, admiring the way his bulge
drooped between his muscular thighs. Maybe Marissa was right, Mark thought to
himself. He certainly didn't to have much fight in him, and was almost
completely out of energy. The damned girl had put on a wrestling seminar with
him as a dummy but still looked cheerful and energetic as ever. Now she was
just standing there, thumbs tucked into the waistband of her panties...what
was she planning on? Kaneko pulled the undergarments down her relatively
short, thinner legs with amazing swiftness, stepping out of them while keeping
her grip, her shaved pussy and defined ass were now exposed for the whole
world to see. Mark looked on in awe as the much smaller woman roughly grabbed
him by the hair. "Now, time for your pin, fucktoy," she said with an evil
glint in her eye. Mark opened his mouth to return the trash talk, but was
instead filled with a pair of panties. He could taste Kaneko, her sweat and
womanhood filling him up and letting him know her intimately, his speedo once
again filling up with uncontrolled arousal. Kaneko shoved her finger in as far
as she could, making sure her undergarment reached the back of his throat.
Mark raised his hands in a feeble effort to stop her arms, but was met with a
total surprise...he couldn't! This 4'11 woman who weighed significantly less
than half what he did was easily overpowering his arms with her own, grabbing
his head and shoving in the panties like he wasn't even trying to resist her.
"An amazing display of brute strength from Kaneko." Marissa was getting into
smug territory now, glad her chosen fighter had done so well. Marisa was also
getting turned on at Kaneko's utter domination of the sexy stud. She brazenly
decided she would use the sexy stud next to her for her own gratification. She
placed her hand on his knee. "Of course she would have a lot more trouble with
this if she hadn't completely torn apart mark's arms and legs in her vicious
holds and tired him out with her grappling, but I still think she makes an
excellent case for female wrestling with how easily she dominates this guy."
Phil was just feeling humiliated on Mark's behalf at this point. He had no
idea why his cute little colleague had her hand on his thigh but he was
terrified that it was even remotely close to his throbbing erection. "Yes, it
seems she is really getting in there with those purple panties...I would
certainly feel bad if my first defeat was handed to me in circumstances like
this one!" "And looks like Kaneko is putting the Maiden's Tiara where it's
going to do a lot more good...right in Mark's mouth!" Marissa gleefully
commented at the situation. She began to slowly rub her hand up and down
Phil's thick, powerful thigh. Mark heard that, his humiliation only
heightening, his senses filling more and more with Kaneko's essence, when
suddenly she just pushed him over. His body fell on the floor now and it was
obvious that his large cock was fully hard and straining against the thin
fabric of his skimpy speedos. Kaneko licked her lips and got on her hands and
knees with her knees between his legs, hovering over him. She kissed his
plump, muscular thighs a few times while looking up at Mark. He was looking
down at his tiny opponent as she slowly made her way up his body, her face now
hovering right above his engorged cock, which was visibly throbbing against
his speedo. She giggled as she just barely kissed the tip of his dick, which
caused Mark to wince. Was she going to give me a blowjob, he wondered? But she
kept coming up toward him, kissing his abs a few times, then his pecs, then
nibbling his nipples which made his cock just strain even harder. He was
breathing heavily now. She dangled her small boobs in front of the face of the
choking man. He looked up, faintly raising an arm to remove the panties form
his mouth, but was rewarded with a slap. Then she pressed her breasts right
into his face. "Amazing" Marissa started "Now Kaneko is smothering Mark Wurtz!
Will she pull a first and win a match with her breast smother? As always what
she lacks in size she's making up for in tenacity!" Her hand was moving
farther and farther up Phil's thigh, who was starting to sweat and breathe
heavier. The ref got down to count, getting to one, then two...then Kaneko
jumped up, doing a double-peace sign for the audience "Amazing, now she's just
showing off for her fans!' Phil remarked, starting to feel like she was
bullying his entire gender. "What's this? She's placing her feet on either
side of her head now...is she...oh yes, a vicious split right on mark's face!
And you just know he can taste and smell everything," Marissa said dreamily.
"She is already making that guy her sex toy!" And with those words, Marisa
finally went in for the kill. She slipped her hand up higher, cupping Phil's
crotch. She was delighted to feel that he was already hard and even more
delighted when she could feel how big and thick his dick was. Phil quickly
looked down to see her tiny hand rubbing his visibly bulging cock and then
looked around to see if anyone was looking at them but he couldn't tell. He
was so conflicted, at once incredibly aroused and deeply embarrassed. But the
former was winning over the latter as he didn't bother trying to remove
Marisa's hand. "And here's the ref to start the next count-out! Lets see if
Kaneko lets him go this time. 1...2...and she jumps up again!" Mark was on the
ground, completely coated in humiliation and the sweat and fluids of his
female tormentor. The woman had completely upstaged him at virtually
everything, even brute strength, and now was just showing off how her sexual
characteristics could kick his ass just as easily as her feet could. He
reached up, his arms finally doing what he told them to, and tried to pull the
panties form his mouth...but that was his biggest mistake yet! Kaneko pointed
one foot toward the canvas and sent her tow down as a missile, right into his
mouth!

"Absolutely brutal" a euphoric Marissa announced "She is now using just one
toe to not only place the panties in Mark's mouth...but also to pin him!

The ref started his count again, 1...2...3!" This was it, she had just pinned
him with one toe, her panties deep in his mouth as she basked in his throat
humiliation! What was worse is she wasn't even taking the toe out!

"Incredible, Kaneko takes this for herself, and with her comes Mark's sexual
servitude! Our winner and the new dominant in the relationship, Kaneko Tanaka
by means of single-toe mouth pin!" Marisa proudly proclaimed. Phil was
humiliated just to say it, feeling like he was witnessing one of the worst
emasculations in his commentary career while his co-worker continued to fondle
him. Mark writhed for a bit as Marissa kept going. "Now, this means form this
point on, Mark will actually be Kaneko's legal sex slave. He will have to
perform for her whenever she wants, and she can make him do essentially
anything. But judging by the shape I see peeking out from Mark's little
wrestling undies, I doubt he cares much one way or the other!" Mark's large,
powerful body was writhing under her toe, his hips constantly flopping his
large cock around in all directions until he was unconscious, at which point
he was dragged to the exact middle of the ring and Kaneko tore his undies off.
She didn't even pull them down, just hooked her fingers in the waistband, her
fingertips grazing his cock, and tore them off with brute strength before
getting on her knees, greedily grabbing his rock-hard boner with one hand and
reaching around with the other to cup his asscheek. "What a male specimen" she
said to herself...it had been done! The guy she'd been checking out for so
long was finally completely wrapped around her finger, nothing more than a
sandbag to drag around and a toy to have fun with. Actually, her fingers were
wrapped around him, and in the most intimate way possible. She loved the way
his thick, fat cock filled her hand. It was hot and throbbing and she started
to pump it and knead it roughly like it was a tube of toothpaste. Her other
hand was roughly groping his ass cheek until she brought it around to cup his
large, dangling balls. She pulled and twisted on them, delighting in how easy
it was to molest the source of all his masculine strength and power.

She waited for him to come to, mindlessly playing with his lower body as
sensation began to return to Mark. He felt violated, but also...good...he
looked down and saw Kaneko between his legs. One hand was wrapped tightly
around his enormous erection. She was squeezing it so hard and it was so
engorged that it almost looked grotesque. He could feel the other hand between
his thighs, pulling his balls down all the way to the mat. He squirmed and
tried to get out of her hold, but her firm grip on his balls meant any big
movement came with big pain. He finally gave up. He knew what was going to
happen. She was going to make him come, owning him sexually the way she had
owned him physically. She was going to rape him with her hand and he would
reward her by coming all over his chest and stomach the way he normally did.
He knew the crowd would cheer his humiliation and there was nothing he could
do about it.Kaneko started to pump his cock, roughly jerking it faster and
faster as she kept pulling and groping his balls. He started to breathe
faster, his body quivering with sexual energy. She knew exactly what was
happening, and as his breathing increased and his cock got even harder, she
knew he was close. To his relief she released his balls. But he quickly
realized why. She roughly shoved her finger up his asshole! Mark yelped while
the audience cheered! She began to massage and press his prostate, which sent
even sharper electricity throughout his entire body. No woman had ever done
this to him before and he couldn't stop his whole body from squirming under
her control, flopping and quivering like a fish out of water.

She kept pumping his cock faster and massaging his prostate faster until she
got what she wanted. Only it didn't happen the way Mark expected. Kaneko had
so expertly manipulated his male body that when he came, he shot all the way
onto his face. Kaneko giggled and the audience roared. The come landed with a
splat on his eyes, nose and even his open mouth. The next splat landed on his
neck, then his chest, then his stomach. She maintained her tight grip on his
pumping shaft and every time her hand ran over the sensitive ridge of the head
Mark bellowed out in exquisite pain. She kept fingerbanging his ass and
pumping his dick and Mark kept coming. And coming. He had never come so much
in his life. No one had ever forced so much out of him before.

Even when he felt spent, Kaneko kept up her ministrations while more and more
globs kept dripping out of his cock. When she had finally milked every last
drop out of the young stud, she dropped his dick with a splat on his
come-covered belly. She stood up slowly, looked around the cheering audience,
and then raised her arms up triumphantly in the air. The crowd went wild. She
soaked up all the validation for a few minutes before she looked back down at
her opponent. He had barely moved at all. He was staring at the ceiling, just
waiting for her next move, knowing he was powerless to stop her."Well, first
we have to clean you up," Kaneko said. Mark was confused but assumed she would
go grab a towel somewhere. But he then felt her rubbing something over his
belly to soak up the come and looked down. She was using his ripped-up speedo!
He suddenly realized he was going to leave this ring completely naked just to
add to his humiliation. There was barely enough material to wipe up all his
come but Kaneko kept working her way up his body, wiping and scooping up the
come on his chest. He knew what was coming next."No wait " he muttered, but
she couldn't understand him with his mouth full of her panties.She wiped the
come-soaked briefs across his face. They were too soaked to do any good so she
was just basically wiping more come over his face. The crowd was still
cheering. Kaneko dropped the sopping briefs down by his head with a splat. "I
have good news," she said. With her empty hand she grabbed her panties in his
mouth and whipped them away. Mark took a big inhalation. But before he could
do anything else, she whipped her body around and dropped her pussy right on
top of his face, grinding it around until she had positioned his mouth in just
the right place. She humped the young man's face, grinding her pussy roughly
so that his nose and lips naturally stimulated her clit. But Mark was just
laying there, scrunching his face in disgust. She reached down and grabbed his
balls, which were now loose and relaxed between his legs. His whole body
winced."Lick me, bitch," Kaneko snapped back at him with a quick twist to his
nuts.Mark immediately got to work, licking her sweaty pussy like his life, and
balls, depended on it. He instinctively brought his knees up so his legs were
bent and his feet flat on the floor. Kaneko decided to get comfortable but
keep her stud in place. She rested her head on his muscular abs, kept her grip
on his meaty balls and wrapped her other arm around one of his thick thighs so
she could slip her hand between his buttcheeks and once again jam her finger
into his asshole. He shrieked and his body jumped, but they both knew she now
had him in place as she kept grinding her pussy into his face.The audience was
enraptured. More importantly, they were incredibly aroused. All throughout the
arena, men were sporting enormous erections. The women were emboldened by
their female hero in the ring and many of them brazenly grabbed their
partner's crotch, possessively rubbing and groping their boyfriend or husband
like they never had before. The men were too hypnotized by the action in the
ring and the stimulation to their dicks to stop them. Kaneko started breathing
heavier, her moaning getting faster and higher. In the throws of rapture, she
didn't realize she was also grabbing Mark's nuts even harder and shoving her
finger in his ass even deeper. When she looked up, she was also eye to eye
with another one of his enormous erections. Turns out someone likes being my
sex slave, she thought as she climaxed, creaming Mark's face with her female
juices.Spent and exhilarated, she finally stopped humping him. To his relief,
she removed her finger from his sore ass and let go of his balls. She was
tempted to jerk him off again but decided to ignore his tempting, throbbing
erection for now. She twirled around and now scooted her butt onto his chest,
with a leg on either side of his head. She reached next to him and grabbed his
come-soaked briefs. He immediately realized what she had planned."No please "
he muttered while looking up at his victorious opponent."Too late," she said
as she then stuffed his dripping, shredded briefs into his mouth, again
shoving them in as deep as possible. The crowd roared with approval. Mark
gagged as his thick, salty man juice dripped down his throat. Some of the men
in the audience were now ejaculating. Seeing a beautiful woman climax while
getting jerked off by their partners had resulted in boner after boner
spurting into boxers and briefs all over the arena. The women kept looking at
each other, giggling and giddy with their new power.Meanwhile, Marisa was
having her own fun with Phil. They had been silent as they watched Kaneko
sexually dominate Mark. Marisa was rubbing Phil's cock faster and faster but
was annoyed that she had to do it through his pants. Phil finally snapped to
reality as he realized he was about to come any second. There was no way he
could let that happen. He dropped a hand on top of her hand to pull it away
but Marisa immediately clamped her fingers around his cock even harder,
squeezing for all she could. He winced."Don't you dare," she hissed."Let me
go, you stupid bitch," Phil grunted back. She squeezed even harder. "What did
you just say?"Phil was about to say it again but was in too much pain. Plus
now he was afraid of her, which is exactly what she wanted. She leaned in
closer."Unbuckle your belt," she whispered. Phil hesitated, not wanting to
give her even more access to his body. She squeezed again. He quickly undid
his belt. "And the button," she said. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and
without waiting for the next direction, unzipped them too. Marisa felt so
powerful seeing him keep going on his own without her having to order him.
"Hands back on the table," she said. And he slowly placed his hands on the
table. She pulled the flaps of his open pants to either side and slipped her
hand inside. She cupped his balls, feeling how they were tight against his
body, knowing that meant he was close to coming. She could also feel the skin
of his legs, which meant he was wearing briefs. Delicious, she thought.

She began to run her hand up and down his thick shaft again, marveling at how
his dick was just as hard as it was before she had squeezed it. Maybe he likes
it rough, she though. But Phil's breathing was getting so much faster that she
focused on her goal. It was so much easier to jerk him off through the thin
fabric of his briefs. She kept pumping and pumping, wrapping her hand around
his fat cock as much as possible as it still was lying on his hip toward her.
Finally, as he let out a soft grunt, she could feel it pumping out his come.
Every time she ran her hand up to the head she felt the come soaking his
briefs. She kept pumping, using Kaneko as her role model to not stop until she
had jerked every last drop of male juice out of this muscular man's body. She
kept pumping and pumping as Phil looked around, trying to tell who was
watching them.Finally, she could feel his dick shrinking. He was done. She
kept pumping a few more times just to be sure, slowly squeezing as she got to
the head to force out any last drops. Phil started to moan and squirm with
pain but didn't dare try to stop her. When she was satisfied, she finally let
go and wiped her hand against his pant leg.Phil looked down at his lap and
could not believe what just happened. He couldn't bring himself to look Marisa
in the eyes. He grabbed the front of his pants, jumped up and walked quickly
to the men's locker room as he tried to both zip up his pants and hide his
come stain. Marisa just giggled and looked at what was happening in the
ring.Kaneko was ready to take her trophy home. She grabbed Mark's hair and
jerked his body up, but surprisingly his arms and leg were still numb and he
could barely support himself."Tsk, tsk," Kaneko said with a giggle. "What a
weakling."She scooped Mark up in her arms as if carrying a baby. Only this was
a large, muscular baby with a giant boner that was now staring at him in the
face. Kaneko ducked with him through the ropes and began to march to the men's
locker room as well. Mark's boner bounced with every step. As if this wasn't
humiliating enough, Kaneko walked down the aisle right by the seats. Women
reached over and grabbed his hair, groped his arms, pecs and thighs, shoved
fingers in his mouth, grabbed and pulled his boner causing him to yelp, and
crammed fingers in the man's exposed ass. Mark tried to swat their hands away
but his arm was too sore and weak to stop them. Kaneko said nothing, she just
marched with pride carrying her trophy, with a huge grin on her face. The fun
was just beginning.End of Part 1 of 4