Let's Do It!

You walk out into the Eros training gym, feeling self-conscious as your nipples harden in the chill of the air-conditioning. The red compression shorts and wrestling boots you’re wearing do nothing to help hide them - or to insulate you from the slight chill, for that matter. You blush a bit as you receive some scattered whistles and catcalls from all manner of attractive people. Several of them begin to abandon their workouts and gather around as you make your way to the practice ring, where your soon-to-be opponent waits for you.

Standing in the ring, wiry muscles rippling under pale, inked skin as he completes some final stretches, is a handsome man with close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair and a five o’clock shadow that lends him a bit of roguish charm. Your eyes wander down his body, tracing over the intricate sleeves of tattoos on his arms and lingering on his sculpted ass in a tight Speedo, the Union Jack emblazoned across it. He catches you staring as he turns around, a devilish smirk in his emerald green eyes as he moves to hold the ropes open for you.

“You’re Avery Jacobs, yeah? Going by Tiger in the ring? Aces. I’m Ken, but the fans know me as Kenny Cross.” He speaks warmly, voice thick with a British accent - far from posh but not particularly rough around the edges either. “I’ve heard you’ll be joining Eros as one of our honorable cum-dumpsters.” There’s a collective titter from the small crowd that’s collected around the ring.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m being crass. Jobbers are a talented sort, and very necessary. You could do with worse company. In any case, I’m meant to be judging your skills at selling and putting your opponent properly over. Eros matches are first to cum, and your opponent will get a punishment round after they've beaten you. Nothing you're not okay with, but I suggest you get comfortable with exhibitionism in a hurry." He glances around at the gathered audience with a good-natured eye-roll. "Speaking of, shall we?" To your surprise, he makes a lazy hand-gesture toward you. Apparently, he expects you to make the first move.