Exhibition Fight

"Oh!" Mary Snows exclaimed as the camera faded into view. Mary balanced on her six-inch heels, squatting her fitness junkie body on the massive dildo on her desk. Her wetness streamed down the rubbery shaft, making it glisten beneath the harsh studio lights. Her miniskirt was abandoned behind her on her chair. Her pink sports jacket strained against her massive tits as they bounced under her own ministration. "Oh fuck yeah! Cum to mama! Fuck me with that big fat dick!" Every bit of exposed skin flushed with arousal as she failed to bring herself to orgasm before the show resumed.

The camera locked into her tongue-waggling face as she crested that final peak! Her eyes rolled back into her head in a look of rapture and a deep groan rose from her debts as she rocked on that dildo, feeling it deep against the spots few could reach. Her legs shook and she groaned as her dripping burst several wet clear lines, covering her expensive desk with her emissions.

Her eyes rolled back down as her post-orgasm languid smile spread across her face. Her orgasm complete, she ran her hand through her hair to fix it and stood to her impressive height, the camera capturing every toned curve. "Welcome back folks," Mary said, her face and tone back to consummate professional. She waved over a strapping black assistant to balance on as she stepped down to the floor. "Well I don't know about you guys but after that little stress relief, I am raring to go!" She slapped the built assistant on the ass as he stepped off-frame. She leaned her bare ass against the front of her desk giving the entire world a long look at her long legs and dripping muff. "Let's check in on a live feed of the exhibition fights." She turned behind her to the live feed of an octagonal ring in the middle of the games arena.

The camera turned to the feed of one of the hovering drones suspended in the air above a mixed martial arts octagon. The "ring" was covered in a tan springy floor and the high octagonal walls made of chains painted the color midnight. It was the middle of the night but the ring was illuminated by hundreds of lighting drones that hovered in the air like fireflies. Surrounding the arena in layers of bleachers are thousands of scantily clad people enjoying the show and each other.

In one corner, bouncing with restless energy and warming his muscles up with some shadow boxing, was the reigning world champion from Jamaica, Winston Powelle. Only an inch away from seven feet tall, he was lithe with long limbs and a powerful torso covered in multicolored tattoos. His impressive body, toned with lithe muscles from a lifetime of training and oiled, glistened in the omnipresent cameras. He was dressed like the rest of the Nguvu athletes, wearing little more than a pair of gloves, multicolored beads in his braided hair, a pair of armbands around his impressive arms and a matching one wrapped around the base of the massive python that swung almost to his knees.

In the opposing corner, his opponent couldn't be more different. Reginald Hoyle was barely over five feet tall with noodly arms, knobby legs, and a growing beer belly. His age was impossible to guess (Blackout made all Sissies appear young) but his green eyes darted around the ring nervously, out of his element. His lily-white skin looked almost translucent under the harsh lights with His tiny penis, barely large enough to peek out from his balls, was nevertheless covered by his stomach. His armbands displayed the red and white of Great Britain.

"Ah I love the exhibition fights," the voice-over of Mary Snows purred over the footage of the athletes. "Something about watching the world champion dominate the competition is so, exciting."

Ding.

The first bell announced the start of the match. The competitor from Jamaica strode into the center of the arena, bouncing on the balls of his feet, arms at fighting rest and his eyes on his opponent. Reginald looked around, seeking for someone to put a stop to this before stepping forward, flat-footed on his legs that wouldn't stop shaking.

Reggie knew that a single hit was going to finish him. So he knew he had only one option, go on the offensive and get lucky with an early hit. As soon as he got within range, he leaned in and threw two wild swings. Both hits bounced off the steel-like arms of his opponent. Undeterred, Reggie threw several more erratic hits which each went wide. Each one hitting either air or batted away with a crisp movement. After a couple seconds of this, Reggie jumped stepped back out of range, huffing air and trying to catch his breath.

Winston, knew that his opponent would not be at his level, nonetheless smiled as he witnessed the poor display of athletism. He decided to play it up for the crow.d. He ceased his bouncing and dropped his hands and gestured to him as if to "That's it" he turned to the crowd with a smug smile on his face. The crowd jeered and laughed.

Reginald's face turned hot as he turned his head past the arena and looked around to the crowd. Everywhere he looked tall studly giants and giant black women guffawed and laughed at him. Part of his brain told him, that's what was to be expected while the prideful part of him wouldn't let this stand. He lunged back in for a second volley. Winston, who spent the last decade training and fucking his way across every continent, didn't even see the need to raise his hands to avoid damage. Darting out and weaving around the clumsy strikes. Winston darted in and out, easily slipped two awkward strikes and stepping back to gloat as Reginald got tripped up in his own feet and fell to the mat facefirst. The roar of laughter was the crowd was deafening.

Reginald felt the sinking feeling in his stomach as he slowly got up as his opponent had turned all the away around. Hyping up the crowd instead of paying him any attention. It was as if he was saying, that it wasn't worth even spending any time on him. The sissy got his feet and gritted his teeth. Filled with rage over his embarrassment and this whole system that embarrassed him on the world stage, he took several steps forward and cocked up the biggest punch of the night. Winston turned just in time to catch it on the chin, turning his head with the blow and making the crowd gasp at the upset.

Winston was the world's best fighter for a reason however. He instinctively moved his head with the **** of the blow, reducing the big hit to almost nothing. With a whipcrack thrust, the bull retaliated and spun his hips, smacking the sissy in the face with his weighty cock with a massive smack! The **** of the blow knocked the sissy off his feet, causing him to the springy mat hard.

With a purple welt spreading across his cheek, he looked up the impossibly tall bull slowly advancing on him. He looked almost like a shadowed demon. Between his legs, the monstrous appendage swelled to its full impossible length. The Sissy could feel the warm liquid of urine pooling under him as he peed himself like a caged rat.

Ding. The bell that announced the end of the first round tolled as the bull stopped advancing and smiled. Turning on a dime and walking back to his side of the arena, his erection heavy in front of him. The sissy stood up on shaky legs, smelling of sweat and piss as he strode back to his own corner.

Planting his fleshy butt down on his stool outside the ring, Reginald couldn't stop himself from shaking as two busty and barey clad ring girls toweled him off. They held their noses shut in disgust as they wiped off the acrid pee from his bare thighs and legs. The sissy burned with embarrassment, unable to even say anything in his defense. To get away from the awkwardness, he spared at a glance of his opponent's corner. Winston sat like a king on his throne. The two ring girls assigned to him were doing their best to fit his cock down their throats, trying to finish him off before the next round. Winston leaned back and spared a glance to watch his opponent watching him. Winston drew his finger across his throat.

Ding.