Move on...

Another humiliating loss...your ranking went down another 4 notches. Little else to do about it but pick up your things and move on you thought.

The day passed, you continued to submit your cum another half a dozen times. You felt all four hours of it and was tried your damnest to **** an orgasm from one of the contenders.

Your cock ached in a way you had never experienced. Every tight, wet cunt you encountered seems as fresh as the first. Every woman you fuck was able to keep the initial pressure of the first penetration. Every girl was like a vice squeezing you to the limit of your ability.

Your muscles felt ragged, your cock sore. You tried, but to no avail. You surrendered your cum in mutual masturbation, 69 or downright fucking.

In the next four hours you went between being outclassed, being controlled and being overwhelmingly fucked. You could hardly remember your last hours, your cumming consiousness flickered like a candle in the wind.

Her name was Cynthia, you can still remember her name.... She was the last to rob you of your orgasm. She had ripped your brain from it's moorings, made your body cum even after you had lost consciousness.

There was nothing left of you, she had abandoned your **** body on the floor of someone else's room, dripping with cum.

The next day you woke in the same position, barely able to move, aching in every part of your desiccated body. The Masters of Sex was not for you! It had destroyed you and every masculine fiber of your soul.

Never were you to take up arms in sexual combat against the female species again!!