Chris takes the upper hand

You take the corner across from Chris. You look him over as you prepare to fight. He’s got one inch on you in height. Isn’t quite as curvy as you, but his chest and stomach are covered in lean muscle. You’re wearing the same slutty clothes that Dana put you in during the last match. It seems that Chris is wearing something similar. He’s wearing a purple tube top and short-shorts. His long blonde hair is flowing freely. You know that is record is one of the worst in the league, so maybe this is the fight you win.

The bell rings and Chris starts out strong with a big right. The first punch nearly knocks you off of your feet. You put your hands up to guard your face, but Chris sends a haymaker to your stomach instead. The unexpected blow forces you to double over. Chris sends a knee into your face, leaving you dazed and confused.

It doesn’t take long for the crowd to side with Chris. He easily takes control of the fight and peppers your face, chest, and stomach with painful punches. He’s had you on the defensive the whole fight and there’s nothing you can do about it. You get back into a corner, and after several volleys of head and stomach shots, Chris props your limp body up against the turnbuckle. He drapes your arms over the top ropes and spreads your legs over the middle ropes so that it looks like you’re doing the splits between them. He holds your head up by your chin. “We’ll let the crowd decide who the best bitch is,” he says. He rips your skirt away revealing your soft, one-inch dick to the crowd. He pulls down his short shorts to reveal his own ten-inch monster. You hang your head in despair as you realize even the other femboys outclass you. “That’s a shame” he teases as the crowd laughs at the mismatch. With your arms and legs restrained by the rope and turnbuckle, he spits on your dick and began to massage it. Despite his best efforts, your dick refused to get hard. “That’s no matter. I’ll humiliate you as a top just as easily as a bottom. He pulled you from the turnbuckle and forces you to sit on his completely erect cock. All ten inches push passed your sphincter at once. You moan in both pain and pleasure. Chris starts massaging your chest and pinching your nipples, while his dick is twitching inside your asshole. His twitching cock presses up against your prostate just long enough to **** an orgasm out of you. Your back arches immediately and you let out a loud moan. Chris’s massaging hands hold you upright as you try to pull yourself off of his dick, but it’s no use. Your soft cock spasms, but releases no cum. As your orgasm subsides, you try to pull yourself off of Chris’s cock once more. You lift yourself several inches before the abrasion against your prostate forces you into another violent orgasm and you collapse into the femboy’s lap once again. The crowd is going wild as they realize what is happening. You can’t pull yourself free from Chris’s cock, without making yourself orgasm first. At this rate, Chris will win without even moving. After several more escape attempts and several more humiliating orgasms, you lie exhausted in Chris’s lap. “I can’t believe this is the competition I was worried about! He muses. “A tiny dick femboy, who can’t even take 4 inches of dick before orgasming.” Chris gave you several belittling pats on the head before resuming the breast massaging and cock twitching routine. Only 30 seconds later did you erupt into orgasm again. The blissful feeling in your nipples was too much to handle and your cock spasmed out of control. Your body started to quiver and you opened your mouth in a silent moan. Chris held on and maintained his massage. You could feel your breasts swelling under his kneading palms. His twitching cock smashed your prostate against your anal wall. You could feel your cock being overcome with soreness as the spasms still haven’t stopped. You’ve lost all sense of motor control and your world was fading to black, but Chris released you from your hold and pulled his cock from your ass just in time. You estimate that your chest has swollen to the size of C cups over the whole ordeal. Chris took a victory lap around the ring before lying you flat on your stomach. “Here’s where the fun really begin,” Chris yells. You orgasm immediately as he inserts his cock into your ass, that doesn’t stop him. Chris begins fucking you with full ****. Each pump slammed your body into the mat and provided your prostate with enough stimulation for ten orgasms. Everything else faded away besides the cock making you it’s bitch and the throbbing within your own genitals. Your eyes rolled up, drool drained out of your mouth, your body quivered. You lost all sense of time. Chris fucked you for what seemed like a blissful eternity. Your body cycled through orgasm after orgasm so quickly that to you it all seemed like a long one. Chris came inside you six or seven times before pulling out and leaving you in a puddle of sweat and cum. Your stomach was bloated with the cum of your opponent. You could feel his warm semen slowly drain out of you onto your own dick and the mat below. Chris’s foot stomped down on your face. Grinding you into the mat with each twist of his foot. Even from under him, you could still hear the roar of the crowd and the flash of cameras. “If you thought what Dana did to you was bad, then you’re in for one hell of a night,” Chris yelled. He draped you over the ropes, with your ass facing the crowd. “You’ve seen how this bitch is! Come make this sluts night!,” Chris yelled up to the crowd.

You were tied up for over a day. Your moans filled the stadium the entire time. Hundreds of patrons, both male and female lined up to fuck the shit out of you. Most came back for seconds and thirds. You only remember the feeling of cock, fingers, and tongues forcing you to orgasm. The swelling is your lips and breasts only increased and both your outsides and insides were covered with cum. You’re unlikely to forget this day as long as you live. Somewhere around dicking number 467 you pass out.