Ranma gives in to his pleasure the second a guy asks for "help".

As Ranma put on the skimpy costume, he fought inside about what to do now. He was supposed to be manly, to be a man, and there was nothing manly about being a slut, about doing whatever guys told him to do, about taking their cocks and...damn it! The more his mind even brushed the edges of anything sexual, it felt like his loins were set on fire. Trying to just not think about it, Ranma walked out to the dojo, taking solace in the fact that it was pretty much a guarantee that most, if not all, of the people he gave flyers to weren't going to show.

Which is why when he entered a packed dojo, all of them guys, all of their eyes on him, Ranma tried to shove any sexy thoughts aside as he gave them instructions for the most basic of starting training techniques then began walking among them to see how they were doing. Ranma tried to ignore the looks they were giving him, or how he found himself staring at them, but then someone put a hand on his arm. Turning to face them, Ranma saw it was the first person to take a flyer from him. "So, you said something about one-on-one training, to relieve tension?"

Happy to see the guy was even cuter than Ranma remembered, he grabbed him by the arm and took him outside, behind the dojo. "I plan on delivering on that, don't you worry. How do you want it?" To Ranma's surprise, he pointed to the soft behind, recently engorged by the coin, and as the man took out his large, rock-hard cock, Ranma disrobed enough that he could rub the man's cock with the cheeks, giving him a sensual hotdogging. The sensation almost made Ranma lose his mind, and when the man came all over his back, Ranma happily scooped it up and licked it off his fingers, loving the taste. That was one happy customer down, but there were so many more to go.