Yeah...

The fight ground to an intolerable standstill, smothered just like Nikolai.

One thing the crowd was sick of, Krista Harvey sitting atop a boy while nothing happened, was unfolding before their eyes like a recurring nightmare. The boos started out deafening. Yet they couldn’t sustain that energy, and the sound tapered.

Maybe they were also satisfied that she was at least jacking him off.

“Complain all you like, but this is how Krista racks up wins and paychecks.”

“What are his options at this point, Vappu?”

“Tap out, or pass out.”

Krista made sure to look like she was relaxed and merely lounging atop a family servant, rather than in the midst of the first nationally-televised match in IWA history. She tossed her wheat-gold hair drills aside, and arched her back. Showing she had a chest, even if it couldn’t compare to her big sister over there. Striking something of a pose beneath glaring spotlights for an assortment of lens flashes.

The crowd wasn’t completely united, after all.

Now that the outcome was clear, many of the women in attendance didn’t mind watching this as entertainment. There was a thrill to making boys cute and **** by taking away air and dignity.

Feather-light touches at first, combined with her huge ass on his face, awakened this jobber’s erection. As it thickened, she took Niko’s dick into her hand, going so agonizingly slow and still inspiring a spasm of reaction and pleasure from beneath.

“Passing out seems to be his choice, so far. Not bad, if you want to make this last longer, and at least get off. Even if your pride as a man will be drained too~”

Nikolai wasn’t motionless beneath his captor, but every bit of energy spent in such an unproductive struggle was tough to watch. He was cornered animal in a trap, and only wits he no longer had would see him through.

At least he was having a good time down there.

“I-Is this really the best tone for our company to set on the world stage...?”

“Yes.”

Pulling down his board shorts off thin hips allowed everyone to appreciate the handjob, which Krista was getting into in earnest at the last embers of resistance went out. She pumped up and down his shaft, varying the pressure, and occasionally squeezing just below the head, which caused him to throb and leak precum onto her gloved hand.

“Such a messy boy~”

Of course, anything Krista, or anyone, said at this point wouldn’t reach a boy whose entire head was buried deep by her enormous ass. Except as some pleasurable vibrations, which added to the weight, warmth, the feeling of her bare cheeks and soft skin, and of course her best efforts to pleasure her opponent.

Now that she was entirely in her comfort zone, Krista was getting into it. She felt her own heart beating faster, and a growing warmth between her thighs. Her leotard was thinnest down there, and did little to conceal her growing arousal. Her nipples poking through the white material made it clear, too.

With each movement, even just the breathing of one kitsune over the gasping, fruitless, helpless attempts of the nekomata below her, those nipples rubbed up tightly against thin fabric.

“... Which will give out first; air, or self-control?”

“The two tend to go hand-in-glove. Without one, he won’t maintain the other~”

In the past, cute boys always came their brains out for Krista’s mere touch. Much less if she decided to use her body, custom-built for breeding, slamming those enormous hips home and wringing without relent.

Hardly necessary by this point. With nothing left to fight for and no hope, all he could do was lose himself in pleasure. Without any reason to hold on, and fading fast, he let out the first spurt of many, twitching and writhing as he came beneath her. Letting it out; on her glove, on himself, on the ring.

Giving the crowd a first-class show, and demonstrating how manly he could have been, if only he had the willpower to fight back. Or just hadn’t made a few key mistakes, and let Krista take the dominant role. Ah well; maybe he wanted it this way. Maybe she was just giving the boy what he really desired.

Under that theory, the next couple of minutes were heaven for Nikolai, as he was milked without relent. As he came, he made one tremendous mess after another, production never so much as slackening off. Each time, being jerked off would jerk him very briefly awake, the motion and flailing expressing the sheer, **** pleasure coursing through his body like bolts of lightning.

Krista simply never stopped; recovery periods were a myth for boys, at least the way she handled them. The more sensitive, the quicker he came, and the quicker he came, the more she could squeeze out of him in the time limit.

The crowd were cheering by the time he finally ran out of cum.

At least for now; he was already stiffening back up in her hand.

Yet again!

“If only the rest of you had this kind of resilience.” Krista tapped her chin, smirking. Making sure she spoke up loud and clear, so even the TV cameras could hear her prideful giggle. “Size is good, I can barely get my hand around it. Production is definitely up there. I guess the drive to reproduce is stronger among you flicker races, how tragic…~”

“For all the folks watching at home, we just want to emphasize that these views are solely those of Krista Harvey, and not of the International Wrestling Alliance.”

“Evi, look. He’s cumming again, from the handjob of a woman older than his grandma. Heh.”

If this was ever an actual contest, it had long since ceased to be anything but a fun exhibition of total dominance. When there was but one minute left on the clock, Krista finally allowed that glasses-wearing human referee to check on him. Reaching down, pulling up his arm, and seeing if it felt back to the mat. Which it did, the first time, slapping the mat lifelessly. He’d stopped moving. The only thing exhibiting any signs of life were that dick, in the midst of yet another shameful, messy **** orgasm.

Then again, and finally, a third time, the arm dropped without any resistance.

The referee let out a sigh, and blew her whistle.

“And there we have it, it’s finally over, folks. It was looking like we might have a big upset there for a while… and that low blow should have ended the match right there…”

“Money talks. Merit walks. Or in this case, lies back and takes it like a champ. Actually, merit is kind of a strong word, I guess ‘there was an attempt’...~”

Ding, ding, ding!

Whatever hopes this new hire had for the future were gone.

It was alright, though; he was solidly passed out, so he didn’t know it yet.

Krista finally removed herself from his now-peaceful face, and took a moment to take a slow, plodding victory lap as her orchestral music flared back up. She spared a backwards glance towards her stoic, stone-faced sister… and then Krista went back over to Nikolai, hefting him with some difficulty over her shoulder.

It was another of Autumn’s wrestling traditions, and the kitsune were nothing if not believers in traditional values.

She carried him up the ramp and to the lockers backstage.