The Chastity Match

Commissioned by Mart-kos

I sat there twiddling my thumbs in the lobby, still going over what happened the day before. It was hard to believe how much my life had changed in just a couple of days, going from an indy also-ran to a major superstar overnight! Well, okay, I wasn't famous yet, but I was certainly on the fast track.

The other day, I was given an offer that truly blew my mind. They wanted to make me one of the first men signed to Berserk, my favorite wrestling promotion! And as a bonus - er, I mean as a test, they put me against my fave, Sakura Hagiwara in an intergender exhibition match! The two of us were nervous about the "special rules" they were testing out and tried to just ignore them at first but eventually we had no choice but to go with it. 

As it turned out, when the match became a battle of seduction, sweet Sakura was a natural. I was helpless to her body, her curves, her lovely face. I can still vividly recall that look in her eye, she drove me so wild that I lost it... actually, I lost it three times in a row! And the last time I was so far-gone, she didn't even need to touch me!

She won, no doubt. Although I'd argue it was a big W for me too! While it was embarrassing and I did have some conflicting feelings about being made into a sex toy in front of the world, it felt so damn good… honestly, I might be addicted already. To think I could make a career out of getting milked by curvaceous hotties!

After all those years training to be a wrestler, I have to admit, this wasn't what I dreamed of at all. No... it was much, much better than that!  

Of course, we were still waiting on finalizing the details. In fact I was so new here, I still didn't have clearance yet. Hence me waiting in the lobby of the training facility, waxing about the whirlwind of a week it'd been. 

I hadn't gotten the chance to speak to Sakura yet. Apparently, she ended up enjoying our match a lot. I wonder just what she was thinking, watching me turn into a squirming mess at the mere sight of her exposed flesh, hhnngh... just thinking about it was getting me excited again.

"Hey Ren, sorry for the hold-up."

The mature and demure voice of Misaki Toyoda snapped me back into the present. I stood at attention as the undisputed champion of Berserk approached, no doubt fresh off training as she was in her pink spandex wrestling gear, heaving bosom threatening to spill free at any time. 

She held a laminated card with my face and name on it, attached to a thin looped string. "Wear this around your neck and you won't have any trouble getting around. Don't worry, it's a temp thing - once you're on TV, you won't need it anymore."

As Misaki handed the pass to me, I couldn't help but notice her arm was larger than mine. She was an uncanny mix of fit and muscular yet feminine and curvy. I got the sense she'd feel very soft or very hard to the touch, depending on how much she was flexing and exerting herself. 

I smiled as I accepted the pass and put it on without delay. "Thanks for all your help, Ms. Toyoda. I still can't believe the ace of Berserk is the one doing tasks like this... ah, I mean that in a good way of course! Heh..."

Misaki chuckled at my awkwardness and gave me a little pat on the shoulder that made my cheeks flush. "Don't get caught up in the glamour. Despite how it may look, Berserk isn't a very large operation. Feels like yesterday it was just the name of a gym, where we trained our own camp of wrestlers... now we're televising matches but it's still a pretty low-key operation. We all share in the running of the day-to-day."

She ruffled my hair a bit as she smirked at me, "I'm sure we'll find plenty for you to do as well, Mr. Kobayashi... now then, come with me. And make sure you let me lead."

Of course, I had no issue with that, especially given what a great view I had walking behind her. Misaki's ass was something truly stellar... I had to fight off my horniness to keep from being too obvious. But I probably wasn't doing too great of a job as I was so distracted, I didn't realize when she had stopped moving. I kept going forward and ended up ramming into her - my crotch grazing her glorious backside - but she was so stout compared to me that she didn't budge and I almost bounced onto my ass. 

She looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "What are you doing back there...?"

Before I could stammer an answer out she shrugged and gestured for me to look at the room we'd entered. "This is where you'll be changing..."

Indeed we were now in a locker room. How did that happen?! But to my surprise it was empty, despite being a fairly busy day today.

"Hm, disappointed?" Misaki remarked with a playful smile. "You didn't think you were changing with the girls, did you?"

"Uh... w-well..." I stammered before she shook her head.

"I'm only teasing, Ren. But yes, this is the men's locker room, and as you can see it's a fairly secluded place at the moment. But atleast you don't have to worry about privacy." she explained, thoughtfully and calmly as always. "We've gone ahead and moved your gear into that locker over there. Now, I'll let you get changed while I go and run an errand or two... I'll be back soon, okay?"

She passed me the key to the locker and I nodded. As she began to leave I went to open the locker, only for her to chime in with, "Oh, one last thing. The women's locker room is across the hall and between the two rooms, you have the showers... don't go wandering, okay? A lot of the girls still aren't used to having boys around."

Outwardly I nodded with a casual smile. Inwardly I began to freak. Women's locker room... showers? Every girl on the Berserk roster was a feast for the eyes, you mean to tell me some of them were buck naked just a room or two away...? 

My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to ignore the little devil on my shoulder. I wasn't that kind of guy, right? Sure, I was crazy about these women, and rubbing up against them made me voraciously horny, but that doesn't mean I'm a peeping tom... 

So then, why couldn't I stop thinking about it...? 

As I got undressed and began putting on my wrestling gear, I couldn't get the image of soft wet bouncy flesh out of my mind. As I pulled my spandex tights up, I realized a prominent bulge was showing. I bit my bottom lip as I tried to fight the urges off - ever since my match with Sakura I'd been like this, it was as though she’d unlocked something in me.

"Mmmm... what's one little peek?" I asked myself under my breath, before sneaking out of the room, up to no good.

Sure enough, just a few steps into the hall I could already hear the running water past a set of double doors. 'I'm a wrestler here too,' I reasoned, 'and there's only one shower room, so we have to share, right...? We have to get comfortable with it eventually...'

I steeled myself as I opened the door, tentatively, careful not to make any noise. I stepped through the warm fog, the heat contributing to my quickening heartbeat. '...No, this is a mistake, I shouldn't be doing this... I know better. I should just turn right around...' I told myself, and yet my feet just kept moving forward.

And then I saw her there... only one girl occupied the showers, and it just had to be her. 

The long dark wild hair that cascaded to just above her humongous supple ass and wide round hips, those tantalizingly thick jiggling thighs... her glistening skin was so smooth and delicate to the touch despite the deceptive strength she possessed. Water cascaded hypnotically down her majestic, thrusting breasts. They shook and bounced with every minute motion as she washed herself, oblivious to my presence...

Sakura. She was here... naked, in the flesh, pristine and beautiful as the day is long. The woman who rocked my world in that exhibition match, where she worked me up so much that the sight of her bare breasts was enough to make me cum. Here, she hasn't worked me up at all and yet, I still felt myself on the verge of it just watching. 

As the shampoo and suds ran slowly down her curvaceous figure, I couldn't help it - a soft carnal gasp escaped my lips.

She froze. And so did I. 

She'd heard me...

The next millisecond seemed to happen in slow motion as she whipped towards me, her precious brown eyes bugging out with shock as she saw a boy in her shower for the first time. Before I could form a word, her dulcet voice pierced my ears with a shriek and her long, shapely leg was already mid-flight, launched like a rocket between my own.

During that exhibition the other day, she caught me with a couple of low blows as per the instructions. I had the feeling she was holding back, just judging by her hesitancy. 

Well in this shower encounter, that feeling was confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt. Because a full force groin kick from her was like nothing I'd ever experienced before...

The top of her wet, bare foot smacked into my balls and just kept going with a well-honed and practiced follow-through. In that next second, I was in the air, my feet lifted from the ground as I was straddling her shin, crotched onto Sakura's powerful feminine leg. Somehow a low groan and a high-pitched whimper slipped out of my mouth simultaneously as the pain first came in an explosive burst between my legs and then wave after wave through my frame...

All the while, my sight was filled with a heavenly softness that greatly contrasted with the solid kick - her magnificent breasts bounced, powerful thighs jiggled, water and suds flicking from her lithe flexible figure as she drove her foot into my groin. 

As she removed her foot I fell like a rock to the floor, on my knees clutching my nuts, looking up at the lovely sight at the apex of her legs, a beautiful pussy for which I'd suddenly become a little envious of...

Sakura yelped as she looked down at me, still startled. "Ah! Ren! I-It's you..." 

As she knelt down by my side and put a delicate hand to my back I gave her a crooked smile, wincing as I replied, "H-Hey Sakura... nice to see you again, mmff..."

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she answered, a hand cupping her mouth as she looked at me, the terror in her eyes replaced with guilt. "Oh man, I kicked you so hard... I didn't realize... I-I thought I was just busting some creeper...!" 

"You were," I replied through grit teeth, "It was my fault, really. I should've known better... shouldn't be peeping on your... your, um..."

My voice trailed off as I looked back up and saw her bare breasts jiggling right in my face as she leaned in. Her soft curves pressed into my side as she hooked my left arm, "C'mere, lemme help you up..."

My face reddened as Sakura now had my arm wrapped around her supple, slick and shiny form. I slowly tightened my one-armed hug around her as she brought me out of the shower room and back into the men's locker room where I should've stayed all along. 

Sakura sat me on a bench and stepped away, looking down at me in concern. "Are you going to be okay, Ren...?"

Looking up at her gorgeous figure, heaving chest looming just overhead, I couldn't help but notice that I felt no pain whatsoever. I nodded dumbly, "Y-Yeah, I'm good..."

She gave me a sweet smile before glancing down at herself... her eyes went wide, and she yelped a bit, hands vainly trying to cover up her thickness. It was as though she'd abruptly remembered that she was naked. 

"O-One second...!" she pleaded shyly before scurrying away. 

I giggled a bit at the adorable display and watched her bounce on out of the room. And then, the moment the distraction was gone, I winced as the dull pain returned in full force. 

She returned moments later, a towel wrapped tightly around herself, still showing off immense amounts of cleavage and a tempting glimpse of her hips. 

"Ahem, so... uh, that little business aside, it's really nice to see you again..." Sakura bashfully began as she walked over and sat right by me. Man, did she smell wonderful, the aroma of rosemary mint and a hint of vanilla. Of course, you'd expect this from someone straight out of the shower, but still her scent seemed to overtake me as she looked my way and continued, "I really quite enjoyed that exhibition match the other day. It was... different, but, um... well I won't forget it anytime soon..."

"Same here..." I replied with a smile. As my eyes met hers for once, I couldn't help but notice how pretty they are. "I um, learned a lot about what to look out for when fighting a woman..."

Sakura blushed slightly as she looked away, likely recalling her seductive techniques. "Yes, and I... have a much better idea of how to handle men, now, eheh. It's a little embarrassing but... kind of thrilling too."

"You're telling me." I murmured under my breath. 

She whipped her head over to give me a wide-eyed look and my grin turned sheepish, "Heh, I mean it did help me get closer to my dream, after all! I'm about to become a full-time roster member! They say my TV debut is coming soon..."

She nodded with a cheerful smirk, a nice flash of her pearly whites, "Yeah, I'd actually heard a little bit about that..."

Before she could say any more, the door opened and Misaki stepped back into the room, carrying a duffle bag around her shoulder. She seemed a bit surprised to see a towel-clad Sakura sitting next to me but shrugged it off as she looked at me, "Alright, just got some details finalized. Ren, before we let you go out there in the bright lights, we need you to go through a certain test..."

"Mmm, that's the way of things," Sakura chimed in, "We all have to do some kind of initiation before we can truly consider ourselves part of Berserk."

I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself. "Right, I'd been anticipating this... it's going to be the Hellish Hundred Throws, isn't it...? I've heard many a horror story..."

Misaki smiled a bit at this. "You really are a superfan. But no, you're being spared that routine. Considering the style of match we've got you enlisted for, we thought a different kind of initiation would make sense for you."

She opened the duffle bag and reached inside. Never in a million years would I have guessed what she was about to pull out - partly because I didn't really recognize what it was. It looked almost like a leather G-String thong, with a padlock and a phallic steel frame at the front. 

"What is that...?" I asked, eying the metal wiring with a raised eyebrow.

"It's a chastity belt." Misaki cooly explained. My face went pale - I'd never seen one but I had heard of them before. Sakura giggled shyly but Misaki didn't react at all, just continuing, "The test is very simple in theory. You're going to face off with someone from our roster in a sparring match with the Super Seducer rules."

"Super Seducer...?" I asked with a tilt of my head.

"We needed a catchy name for this kind of match, it's a work in progress," she shrugged, "Anyway your task is to last five minutes in the match without submitting. Mind you, by these rules, cumming counts as a submission... of course that would be fairly easy under normal circumstances. That's why you'll be spending the next full week wearing this, in the lead up to that match... we suspect it'll put you at a heavy disadvantage. But if you win, you'll be officially accepted. If you lose, you'll have to retake the test all over again until you get it down."

Sakura placed a supportive hand on my back, "You're gonna be reeeaaal pent up, but I know you can handle it, Ren!" 

"I-It really is shocking how this organization operates, I must say..." I utter, my mouth feeling a bit dry all of a sudden as I stared nervously at the chastity belt. "I mean it's fun, just... surprising. Um, I don't suppose there's any other kind of initiation I could go through instead...? Just to weigh my options..."

Sakura put a thoughtful finger to her chin as she mused, "Well, they were also throwing around the idea of doing a Hellish Hundred Groin Kicks challenge..."

Hearing this, I quietly reached out to accept the chastity belt. Misaki chuckled wryly at this, "That's what I figured. Go on, put it on then."

"Eh... right now?" I replied, glancing over at Sakura whose expression suddenly turned timid.

Oh well, I just got a free look at her a moment ago so fair's fair, right?

I stood up and dropped trou while Sakura covered her eyes. I fiddled with the belt a bit as I strapped it on... it wasn’t what you'd call comfortable. 

I noticed Sakura peeking through her fingers as Misaki helped me pull my cock into the cage. She produced a small key from her cleavage and locked me in. I felt extremely vulnerable wearing that thing and reality was setting in quickly; that small cage was my dick's new home for the next seven days.

"Try as you might, you won't be able to... relieve any tension with that thing on." Misaki explained as I fiddled with the cage. As she studied me, she tilted her head inquisitively, "Oh, your balls are still a little red from that match, I see."

I cleared my throat, "Y-Yeah, guess they are, heh. So um, who am I going to be facing in this challenge...?"

As if on cue, I heard a husky voice ring out from behind me. "Right over here..."

I turned to see a shock of messy silver hair framing a determined set of hazel eyes. A familiar cocky smile adorned her face... her skin was a tan bronze, her body athletic and well-built. Not quite as curvy as Sakura but perfectly sculpted and tantalizing as all get out in her two-piece purple spandex outfit. 

This was Rio Kazama, a woman with a rep for her aggression in the ring, though I seemed to spot a different kind of aggression in her. I could see her eyes just devouring me, settling on my caged member. 

She marched right up to me with a chuckle, "Ren Kobayashi... I was watching that little play-fight you had with your girlfriend over here. That was a ton of fun. I've been looking forward to getting into the ring with you ever since. Name's Rio."

"H-Hey... I'm right here...!" Sakura chirped scoldingly. But Rio seemed to ignore her as she eyed me like a piece of meat. It felt... pretty good, actually, even if it did make me a bit bashful.

"Nice to meet you. I've seen plenty of your work before..." I said, trying not to salivate as I was practically surrounded by three statuesque beauties.

"Oh I bet you have..." she replied as she gave me a sly smirk.

I cleared my throat and turned to Misaki, "So... five minutes with her then?"

As Misaki nodded, Rio began sensually running her hand up her chiseled abs and into her cleavage. "I know... sounds impossible, doesn't it?" she asked with a husky whisper. 

I gulped at the sight, though I think she luckily missed that as she gave Sakura a sly look. I got the sense that the two of them didn't get along too well, Sakura didn't seem to enjoy the way she was eying me. Wait... am I misreading that? 

Misaki interrupted my thoughts, "There are atleast some things in your favor. She has to get you to submit with an actual wrestling move, that's part of the game."

"Right." Rio nodded. "I mean, it'd be a little too easy if I could just pull your trunks down and suck you off."

"Rio!" Sakura gasped, hiding her face. I was as red-faced as she was, I couldn't believe how casually she'd tossed that out there.

"Of course," Misaki continued as if nothing had happened, "There's also a bit of a catch for you as well. During your time in that chastity cage, you're going to be... warmed up for the match, shall we say."

"Warmed up...?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That means they'll be teasing your dick for the next seven days." Rio chuckled. "Sounds like fun. Though it might feel like torture after a while..."

I blinked. I could hardly comprehend what I was hearing, this whole Berserk thing sounded more surreal by the moment.

"Anyway, I'll see you then. May the better woman win." Rio declared with a devious smirk. 

She reached a hand out to me. I assumed she was looking for a handshake and so I reached out to accept it. To my shock though her hand just kept descending right past mine, and she ended up taking my caged penis up in her hand. 

"H-Hey...!" I remarked with a start as she studied what she'd be working with in a week. 

"Hmmm... seen better, seen worse." she flippantly remarked as she jiggled the cage. "I expect this bad boy to be nice and pumped up by the time I get to you. 'Til then..."

She whipped her hand up, finger flicking my nose and tilting my head up. I scoffed at the disrespect. I probably would've been mad if not for the majestic sight of her buns of steel quivering gently with every step as she walked off. 

Still, I wanted to win this - to earn my way onto the show, to prove myself. And seeing her cocky attitude just gave me a little more incentive. 

With a clenched fist, I called out, "I'll show you! I'll win that fight, I swear it!"

In hindsight, I realize that I was essentially boasting about how I wouldn't cum after five minutes of grappling with a cute girl... maybe not the highest bar. But it was the one laid out before me, so I was determined to clear it!

Misaki laughed as she heard this and put a hand to my shoulder. "Well I'm glad to hear you're so gung-ho about this. I'm going to be the one helping you get ready for this bout, so I hope that enthusiasm sticks."

"Ooh! Can I help too?" Sakura chimed in with a raised hand, a bright smile on her face as she volunteered for the job.

Misaki nodded, "Mmm, sure. The more the merrier. If that's okay with you, Ren...?" 

I beamed at the two of them, feeling more pumped by the moment. "Awesome! With Sakura by my side, I can get through anything! I've got this in the bag!"

Sakura’s cute little giggle gave me life, I felt like I was on top of the world. 

And then I remembered what this 'preparation' entailed...

The next seven days were... well, not a time I'll be forgetting in this lifetime, I'll tell you that. Every morning I'd wake up and spend an hour in the dojo with Sakura and Misaki as they played with me... I was handcuffed and at their mercy. 

Not only was it an endurance test for me but it seemed to double as a training session for Sakura too. Misaki would goad her into more and more bold things, making sure to give a demonstration on proper technique first...

One day they had me standing there, nude aside from the chastity belt and the cuffs on my wrists as they were forced behind my back. I was shuddering helplessly as Misaki's skilled lips made their way up my pelvis, abdomen and chest, little kisses and nibbles at my most sensitive bits of flesh. 

"Mmm, right here. This looks like one of his most tender spots..." she remarked as her teeth grazed the side of my neck. "Try to get him on the exact opposite side."

"L-Like this...?" Sakura asked as she put her arms around me for support and leaned in, tentatively nibbling on my neck. 

Just the warmth of her breath was enough to get a stirring, let alone the actual contact, and the fact that it was Sakura doing it, that adorable nervous anticipation on her face… somehow that made it all the more intense. 

"Very good. Boys try to avoid making noise, but you'll want to keep going until you force that gasp." Misaki coolly replied as she went to work on my neck again and now both of them were doing it from either side at once! I was whimpering as shivers of pleasure ran up and down my body, squirming helplessly between them.

"W-Wow... it's like he's melting against me." Sakura noted as I became putty in her hands. 

"The more you touch, the more sensitive he becomes." Misaki instructed her, with the matter-of-factness of a teacher giving a lecture. "Another thing that heightens sensitivity and intensifies pleasure is to deprive him of oxygen. This can be achieved in a number of ways... I'll show you a simple one."

Without warning, Misaki swept my legs out from under me, causing me to fall to the padded mat on the floor. In that next instant she was standing over me, a foot on either side of my head. I was left staring up in disbelief at Misaki as she towered above me in her skimpy singlet, twin mounds of pillowy ass cheeks hanging overhead.

With a neutral tone Misaki explained, "Always make use of your most ample assets." before lowering her heavenly, sizable ass right onto my face. 

Those soft sweet cheeks hugged my own, effortlessly cutting off my oxygen. Despite being blinded and suffocated, it was such a pleasant soft, heavy warmth on my face that I wasn't even struggling. And as if sitting on my face wasn't enough, she began running her fingers up and down my abdomen as well. 

True to her word, with my breathing stifled, I felt more sensitive than ever. Every stroke of her fingertips lit another flame of desire within me as she wiggled her ass firmly against my face.

I could just barely hear Misaki as she told Sakura, "In your case, you'll likely want to use your chest to smother him instead. Would you like to give it a try?"

For seven straight days, they would put me through this. And in all honesty, it was delightful, wonderful, what dreams are made of! I certainly wouldn't ask them to stop by any means. 

But afterwards I was always left with a dull ache between my legs, and it got worse every day. I was so horny by the end that it was downright uncomfortable. My balls were starting to feel heavy and I was so sensitive that a gentle breeze could trigger an aroused response from me. I had come to despise that chastity cage, every fiber of my being begging for a release that just wasn’t possible.

By the time the day finally came I was a real mess. If I was pervy before, now I was downright depraved, my every other thought being feminine curves, Sakura's gentle gasps and moans, Misaki's teasing lips and touch. Even when the sessions were done it was like I was still experiencing them in my mind, I'd never felt such thoroughly blue balls before.

But somehow, I made it to the gym for the sparring match. A few girls were there to watch, and Misaki was presiding as the official.

As Misaki approached me, she reached into her supple, jiggling cleavage and I just watched in awe. I counted how many times I saw her breasts quake (nine) while she leaned over, mercifully unlocking that damn cage. 

As she pulled it away, my member was practically pulsating. I'd say I have an average penis, but on that day, it was so engorged and throbbing. It was much bigger than it'd ever been before.

That much wasn't such a bad thing given the girls were watching, and I actually heard a little catcall as I was exposed. I tried to force that out of my mind as I pulled up my wrestling trunks - and God, even the fabric running across my manhood was enough to give me a sharp pang of sexual friction. The bulge my arousal left was very, VERY obvious; Rio was going to have an easy target to go for...

I took a breath and stepped into the ring as Rio Kazama made her way into the room from the opposite side. Her attire was the same as before except she opted to skip the boots, coming out barefoot for this one. She climbed up the apron and then to the turnbuckle, taking a moment to lord over me with an arrogant sneer. 

Seeing her well-honed, powerful figure tower over me, a little hiss escaped between my teeth as I was already struggling to focus on the task at hand. 

"Mmm, give me just a moment." she said, putting a hand up towards Misaki before bringing her hands to her skimpy sports bra. She made a big show of adjusting it, pulling on the fabric and squishing her breasts together in the process, giving me little extra glimpses of that feminine flesh. She smirked knowingly as she said, "Just a minute now. We wouldn't want to have any wardrobe malfunctions in this match..."

I openly groaned as I watched this, her perky firm breasts seemed to be calling my name. I wondered what her nipples might taste like betwixt my lips. 

Seeing how effective this was, Rio slowly turned around, still standing atop the ropes. Now I was practically eye level with her ass as she began fiddling with her bottoms, heavy cheeks wiggling and bouncing before me.

Misaki shook her head, "Alright, cut it out. Trust me, he's been more than warmed up enough. Get down here and let's get going." 

Rio shrugged and hopped to the mat with an exaggerated bounce, though she was a lot less jiggly than Sakura. She was a different kind of sexy - as she stepped into the light, I realized she was slick and shiny. It seemed that she’d applied a layer of baby oil that really brought every little contour of her beautifully built body. 

She looked like some sort of Greek goddess to me. A goddess that, on some level, I was all too eager to worship.

As the two of us stared each other down, Misaki raised a hand up in the air. "3... 2... 1..." 

She thrust her hand down, shouting "Begin!"

The timer began; the five minutes were on the clock. I had decided in advance I was going to try to be aggressive, if I could take the advantage and hold it then she'd simply never get the chance to use her body to her advantage.

With that in mind I approached quickly, arms outstretched to grapple. The cocky smile never left her gorgeous face as I came in close, and she happily met me in a grapple, our arms intertwining as we got into a quick battle of strength.

Except, to my shock, I won the battle much easier than anticipated. In fact, she seemed to deliberately fall backwards as I pushed her, and with our arms locked, I fell with her. I landed right on top of her, her legs splayed open as I suddenly had her in a mount without even trying. 

My bulging crotch ended up pushing into the apex of her legs, her meaty thighs gently wrapped around my waist. She gave me a come hither look as I found myself in a surprisingly dominant position and... 

"Hnngh..." I groaned, feeling nearly ready to burst just from this alone.

"What's wrong? Not used to this position?" she chided with a lick of her lips. She put her hands to the back of my neck and started pulling my face closer to hers...

I knew this was heading towards a swift loss, so I squirmed and struggled and fought my way out of her grip to my feet. I stumbled back, nearly falling to the mat as I gasped for air. Suddenly the room felt very hot. 

Her speed caught me off-guard; she sprang to her feet and was in striking range in an instant. She capitalized quickly, an uppercut to the gut doubled me over and a follow-up to the chin caused me to spin on my heels from the impact. 

I tried to fight back but only ended up staggering towards her, and she easily took advantage, a powerful arm cranking around my neck. She dropped down to her back in an instant and dragged me head-first into the mat in the process, the classic DDT. 

My vision was blurred a bit from the jarring landing; an electric tingle jolted through my spine at the impact. She had made such a big deal about teasing me, I wasn't prepared for her to strike like this.

Stunned, I was easy pickings for her to drag me to my feet and pull me into her first submission hold of the match - she leaned my upper half to the side, further than was comfortable, and hooked a leg around mine. This was the Abdominal Stretch, an old-timey pro wrestling submission hold. While it hurt, she wasn't going to get a tapout by any means.

But that wasn't her goal - she used the hold to trap me, so that she could maneuver her womanly chest into my face. Suddenly my nose was stuffed into her cleavage as her full, firm breasts pushed into my face. They weren't near as big or soft as Sakura's but they were very squishy, and their firm nature meant they seemed to be hugging my cheeks as I was forced further into her bosom.

The feeling was delightful and, true to my earlier thoughts, my tongue started moving on its own, lolling out to lap at her cleavage. I don't think the others saw this. She chuckled at the feeling but otherwise didn't give me away.

"Getting comfy here...?" she asked as she looked down to my bulge, watching as it twitched with increasing intensity. "Feel free to stay as long as you like, hmhm..."

I tried to fight back, though it probably didn't look like it. And that next moment I was shocked at the sudden friction on my face as her breasts seemed to spontaneously bounce out of nowhere. I gasped as I felt it and watched as her tits started to move on their own.

"Heheh, like this trick...?" Rio asked with a smirk. "For the most fit of us, that kind of muscle control is child's play."

By simply flexing the right way, she was able to make her breasts bounce rapidly even as she stood still and kept the submission hold tightly applied. I outright moaned as her boobs danced against my face, I was helplessly melting into her touch.

I had mentally given up - telling myself there was no good reason to hold myself back from the pleasure. When, through the void, I heard her voice...

"Ren! Don't give up! Hang in there!" Sakura called out from the peanut gallery. No surprise she was there to watch and cheer me on. "I know you must be struggling but... but if you win this match, I'll..."

She trailed off sheepishly, before summoning up her courage and continuing, "I'll h-help give you your release... it'll be way better, okay?!"

The other girls giggled and ooh'd at this. Knowing Sakura, I'm sure this was quite embarrassing for her to say aloud, and yet she was willing to do it for me. And God, what a promise...

Feeling a surge of power, I fought against Rio's jiggling tits and escaped the hold with an arm drag, sending her tumbling to her back as I staggered away from her. 

Rio shot Sakura a dirty look as I glanced over at the clock, assuming we must be close to time. But to my shock, there were still three minutes and some change left!

Panic began to set in as the idea of lasting that long seemed so daunting, and Rio's gaze was locked onto me again. As she approached, I began to simply back away, hoping to play keep away. This worked for a moment or two as I narrowly avoided her grasping hands. She'd try to grapple me and I’d slip under her grip and side-step her. 

"Hmph. You're quick, but you don't have my cardio..." she boasted. "You can't run forever!"

She rushed at me, and true to her word my heart was already pounding as I tried to keep away. I let her get in close and fell to my knees, crawling between her legs to escape her this time.

This was a classic move of mine that few ever saw coming, though usually I don't find myself traveling between such shapely legs. My cheeks nearly grazed her supple inner thighs... but I managed to get to my feet before she turned around.

From there I just started running towards the ropes, knowing she was on my tail. 

"I know what'll slow you down..." she threatened. 

As she gained on me, she went down to a knee and thrust her muscular arm up between my legs - the textbook pro wrestling low blow. Her meaty forearm sailed into my weighty balls with a force that stopped me in my tracks.

A croak of anguish slipped from my lips as I collapsed to my knees, unable to keep moving. Luckily she wasn't in position to really nail me full strength, but my balls were also much more sensitive than normal so it evened out. I clutched my aching genitals as Rio rolled in front of me with a smug smirk on her face. 

"A risky move," Misaki noted thoughtfully as she watched, taking the opportunity to lecture those in attendance. "That low blow certainly stopped him from getting away, but sore balls might make getting him to cum more difficult. In a time-sensitive match like this, it's a gamble."

"A calculated risk." Rio remarked as she turned around, waving her ass in front of my face. It looked so perfectly molded, absolute buns of steel - yet when she gave them a smack I could see the softness of her cheeks, the way they jiggled. She confidently stated, "I can take you from pain to pleasure in a flash. I promise you, I WILL make you cum." 

As my eyes locked onto her ass, the sharp pain in my groin slowly dulled, especially as she bent over... and put her hands to the mat. Wait, what was she doing...?

I could hardly pay attention, her booty looked so nice. It took me by surprise when her legs thrust back, bare feet coiling around my neck. 

"Like the show?" she asked with a wiggle of her hips. "Here, get a closer look!"

With her legs she pulled me in swiftly - forcing my face right into her awaiting, welcoming ass. She yanked me in with high velocity, yet her booty provided an excellent cushion. My face just sank into the flesh. 

And before I could even process what was happening, her powerful legs thrust outward and shoved my upper body along with it, forcing me away from that ass.

She was performing a move that came from the rather aggressive Brazilian lap dance scene, called the Surra de Bunda, which I believe translates to 'punishment by ass'. Of course, I only researched these things for scientific purposes...

Evidently, she was well-versed in this move as she repeated it over and over with expert fluidity. Her ankles locked perfectly around the back of my neck as she pulled me in time and again. I was helpless to do anything as my face bashed against her ass time and time again - though it sure did feel like the other way around!

She was correct - the pain was entirely off of my mind at that moment; all I could think of was her ass. But for a split second, I saw Sakura's fat booty instead and it snapped me to action.

After she pushed me away for maybe the dozenth time, I fought to get my feet underneath me. I took her off-balance as I made my way up, standing up albeit still very much bent over. 

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, trying to ignore how smooth to the touch they felt as I pulled with all my might. I was attempting a move I'd seen before, essentially a German Suplex from a wheelbarrow-like position. 

Problem was, I wasn't nearly as strong as the guy I'd seen do it on TV. Instead I just had her in my arms, struggling to keep her aloft as her legs wrapped around my chest. I started to lose her, my arms giving way... 

She curled up, hanging upside down. Her head ended up nestled in my groin as her arms wrapped around my back. She rubbed her cheek against my bulge, the sexual friction earning a high-pitched gasp from me as she nestled against my cock. And somehow her ass still ended up in my face on top of everything else…

Now thoroughly off-balance, I couldn't stop her from rolling forward and forcing me to roll with her in the process. I ended up on my back with Rio sitting on my face! She pressed her big heavy cheeks firmly against my head, grinding her hips against my face... that overwhelming soft warmth quickly became my entire world.

I was reminded of Misaki's comments about suffocation intensifying pleasure as her ass cut off my breath, totally smothering me.

"Hmmm, now there's a good spot for you!" Rio mocked as she bounced her bodacious booty on my face and reached out for my groin. Her deceptively soft fingers began to wrap around my rock solid bulge. I moaned deeply into her backside as she began stroking me, I was horny beyond words and ready to blow at a moment's notice.

But Misaki wasn't fond of this move and spoke up in a curt voice, "Rio..."

She shot the ace a look. "Oh, what? Facesitting isn't considered a real wrestling hold? Come on now… pssht…"

Per the rules laid out, this position was apparently considered cheating and so Rio was forced to separate from me, standing up and backing off. I gasped for air, thanking my lucky stars for Misaki's intervention as I definitely had no answer for that position.

I looked at the clock... a minute and a half still remaining, and I'd almost lost twice. 

Rio saw it as well and I noticed a growing intensity in her eye. "It's about time I finished you..." she growled as she ran in.

I tried to back away, but I was too slow at this point in the match, the pace had just been too much for me. 

She leaped at me, strong legs clapping together around my head, thick juicy thighs squeezing my cheeks. Her weight caused me to fall forward, only for me to get caught in a snug triangle hold, her legs coiling like vices around my neck as my face was forced into her crotch!

"How's this for a wrestling hold?" she asked, rubbing my face against her thinly covered pussy. Once again I was losing my air quickly, and caught in her womanhood.

I knew I couldn't last the remaining time in this hold, so I shot up to my feet to try and reverse the leverage, attempting to put her shoulders to the mat. She was able to avoid getting pinned, but making her focus on this had loosened her grip somewhat. 

I gripped at either side of her powerful hip and hoisted her with all my might... I couldn't lift her enough for a real powerbomb but I did my best, driving her back against the mat with as much force as I could muster. This didn't jostle her loose though, legs still locked around my neck. 

Summoning up whatever strength I had left, I tried it again, another short powerbomb. This time her thighs began to part enough for me to take a breath - and inhale the scent of her sex in the process. That sent a shiver down my spine but I pressed on, lifting her once more, hoping this would be the one to free me...

But instead she surprised me with her timing, rolling back at just the right moment to hit me with a hurricanrana. Once again, I was flipped onto my back with Rio atop me, and now her pussy was straddling my face, her whole weight bearing down on me!

"Give up, Ren!" Rio howled as she rolled backwards across my body. There was an added urgency to her movements, she knew she had very little time left.

She grabbed my legs and crossed them in a figure four. This hurt like hell but most noticeably her bare foot ended up grinding against my bulge! Her toes flexed as she pressed against my erection like a pedal. A footjob, that one I didn't see coming at all! I groaned and hissed with pleasure as the balls of her feet ground against me.

The friction was impeccable but thankfully, feet aren't really my thing and so it wasn't her most effective play.

"Twenty seconds!" Misaki called out! 

"Fuck!" Rio shouted, she was getting desperate now. 

She broke the hold but kept her grip on my legs, swiftly forcing my limp body into a pretzel as she pulled me into a Standing Boston Crab. Her ass ground against the small of my back as she pulled back painfully on my legs. As I was trapped there, she forced her chest into my groin.

An absolute lightning bolt of delight hit me as my erection ended up sandwiched between her tits. And then she resumed the flexing from earlier that caused them to wildly twitch and bounce and squeeze - right on my member!

I howled in delight as Misaki began counting down, "10...! 9...! 8...!"

So little time left and yet I felt so screwed. My orgasm was building and building as those breasts were rocking my world and I hissed out, "Oh God... oh God, ohhhh Sakura!"

Rio froze, looking down at me, aghast. "Wh-What did you just say?!" she sputtered, in disbelief.

This took her eye off the ball just long enough. 

"2...! 1! Time!" 

Misaki raised her hand up as she declared, "This match is over! Ren Kobayashi is our winner!" 

Rio's face seemed blank as she released me. My body was twitching; I had been edged yet again after a torturous week of teasing. I was victorious, though I didn't feel like it as every inch of my body screamed out for a release that still wasn't coming.

"Ren!" came the bright and cheery voice of Sakura. 

I watched as she ran over the ring, big bust bouncing freely as she approached with the biggest smile on her face that I'd ever seen. 

She rushed over to my side, helping me to a seated position as she wrapped her arms around me. Her embrace was warm and tender as she pulled me in close, giving me a nice squeeze as she let my weary head rest on the big beautiful pillows that were her breasts. "You did it! You actually won, you passed your initiation on the first try! Awesome!"

Sakura rocked me back and forth gently, not hiding her affections at all in this moment, her sweet serene voice singing my praises as she happily held me to her bosom, letting my face sink into the intoxicating comfort of her cleavage. She cooed into my ear, "Mmmm, I'm so proud of you! Great job~"

I went totally red-faced, a big dopey grin spreading as she held me. 

Okay, NOW I was starting to feel like a winner!

"Ahhh... thank you, Sakura." I replied, weakly. "I owe it all to you, I couldn't possibly have done it without your help."

"Eheh, well, I think Misaki and I's 'help' just made it all the harder for you if anything." she noted with a playful wink.

I gave her a smile and replied, "I meant what you said during the match..."

Now the blush was returning to her cheeks as I reminded her of this. "Oh... y-yeah, that. Um, heh, the other girls teased me a bit for saying that. But if my promise helped you win, then it was more than worth it!"

I looked into her eyes with a glimmer of hope in my heart. "Promise...? So, you mean you'll go through with it?" I asked. The idea of Sakura milking my blue, blue balls after this week of relentless orgasm denial was like a dream come true.

She swallowed a bit as she gave me a nervous smile and nodded. "Y-Y-Yeah... I'll do it, for sure. After the party, okay?"

"Party...?" I remarked with a quizzical look.

I turned my head over to Misaki as I heard her entering the ring. She crossed paths with Rio who was giving me the side eye to end all side eyes, something unreadable about her expression. As Rio left the ring, Misaki approached me.

"Just a small celebration." she explained. "In the event that you won, I had some food prepared in the lunchroom. It's a big occasion after all - with that win, you're now officially a part of the Berserk roster!" 

She reached down to offer her hand. I gladly accepted it, letting her help me up - I could hardly stand on my own two feet at that point after all.

"It's an honor, ma'am." I said with full sincerity, almost tearing up. "What an incredible dream gig I've landed... I'll do my best every step of the way, I swear it!"

"Good to hear." Misaki replied with a smirk. "Just remember, we don't allow foreign objects in this league, so be careful with that."

With that she gestured towards my bulge, which really did look like a concealed weapon at this point. The three of us shared a laugh at this, pleased with the results of the day.

Half an hour later, we were yucking it up in the small but cozy lunchroom. A few tables strewn about like a children's birthday party.

The entire time I just could not take my eyes off of Sakura. Sweet, beautiful Sakura... that face she made when she looked at me, God I was getting smitten with her. 

Eventually I had to excuse myself to go to the restroom. After finishing up, I began to head back through the hall, when I bumped into Rio.

She stood there, towel draped over her body, hair still wet, looking like she'd just stepped out of the shower. The muscular lady stood there, arms crossed with a steely gaze. It seemed as though she'd been waiting for me there. 

I spoke up, "Oh. Um, hi there Rio. Listen, good match out there. No hard fee-"

She cut me off by putting a finger to my mouth. "Don't. You're gonna sit right over there." 

Rio pointed towards a nearby bench leaning against the wall. Her intense look bearing a hole through me was enough to get me to do what she said. 

As I sat there, she towered over me just like before. "Ren... you went into that ring with me, and you got your hand raised. No matter what the rules are, I can always respect someone good enough to beat me. They're few and far between, believe me."

"Oh... um, thanks." I replied, not sure where she was going with this. 

Rio leaned in close, her nose nearly touching mine. "And I never lie to someone I respect. Ren... I told you I was going to make you blow."

My eyes widened quickly as I heard this. I began to run off but she was too quick, climbing onto my lap to stop me. 

She was all over me in an instant. One hand cupped over my mouth to silence me while the other yanked my trunks down to expose my erection, thrumming, aching with need.

Her left thigh pushed into my stomach to keep me pinned down while her hand wrapped around my erect member. I groaned into her palm as she started working my shaft. 

Once again I was surprised at how soft her fingers were as she went to town on my manhood, jerking me off relentlessly. 

And for what felt like the millionth time that week, I experienced the all-too-familiar sensation of an orgasm building up from deep, deep within my loins only for her to stop just before the moment of truth.

Rio locked eyes with me, her stare burning as she demanded, "You want this... admit it. You want me to get you off."

She slowly removed her hand from my mouth. I gasped, "N-No... I don't..."

With a growl she remarked, "Liar! You're dying to cum, I can see it all over your face! You need it... tell me that you need it!"

"I... wanna save it for Sakura..." I croaked.

That was the wrong thing to say. She slapped me fiercely across the face in an instant, seething with anger. "Don't say that name, dammit! Why would you say that?!"

She was furious, but there was something else - a touch of betrayal in her eyes as she continued, "I had you dead to rights, I was about to make you submit, I just know I was. And then, at the height of it all, you scream HER name?!"

My features softened as I realized what was happening. I had yelled out Sakura's name back there because I thought I was about to let her down, not to mention miss my chance at fun with her. But it seemed that Rio had taken that a little differently. 

My attempt to explain became a stammer, "L-Listen, about that, I just-"

"Save it! All I wanna hear from you is your admission!" she said as she began working over my cock once more. My erection was so ridiculously sensitive in her hand, the pleasure and lust was irrepressible. I felt like the oncoming orgasm was so powerful I'd be lucky to survive it. She continued, "Beg me to make you cum! Beg for it! I want to hear you yell MY name!" 

I groaned out deeply, biting my bottom lip as I squirmed beneath her, helpless to her milking. With a hiss, I moaned, "Ouuuugh, okay, okay!! Fuck, I can't take it anymore, please, PLEASE get me off...!"

Part of it was my desperation to cum, considerable indeed, but I also felt as though Rio needed the vindication. She grinned wickedly as she heard this. 

Rio stood up and for a moment I thought she was gonna blue ball me after all that, but instead I watched in awe as she ripped her towel off of her body with a flourish, revealing her pristine fit physique. Those long bare legs, that chiseled abdomen, those full perky breasts, that welcoming pussy, those imposingly strong thighs and wide hips, bared in their glory and still glistening from the shower. 

"Hell yeah. Now I'm gonna make you scream for me..." she remarked as she got down on her knees and pushed her chest into my groin. 

Reminiscent of her hold before, but now without the pretense of a wrestling match and none of those pesky clothes in the way, Rio's breasts hugged my erect cock. She squeezed them together to give me a titjob and I was already howling in delight. 

"Heheh, Sakura's tits might be bigger and softer, but mine are firm and give you a squeeze like you'll never believe. She can't give you this, Ren, only I can! Now sit back and enjoy!"

She began her routine once more, her chest flexing causing her breasts to bounce and twitch with an insane speed as they worked over my dick. Rio's breasts jerking me off in this intense rhythm was just too much to bear. 

I threw my head back and a deep moan escaped my lips as, finally, mercifully, I came. After so long, I had plenty of cum built up. I pelted those tits with one rope of sticky white surrender after another. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, I had never cum so hard in my life, and to her delight I could only yell one thing...

"OHHH RIOOOOOOO!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. 

Rio grinned cockily as her breasts gave my dick one last tight hug just to squeeze a little more cum from me. "Now that's more like it. I knew I could do it..."

As I lay spent against the bench, trying to catch my breath from an absolute whirlwind of a climax, I saw a door open. 

"What's with all the yelling...?" I heard Sakura say as she approached. Her eyes bugged out and a gasp of shock escaped her mouth as she saw us there, my cum having freshly painted Rio's exposed chest. 

Rio gave her the most smug grin as she responded, "Oh, just giving your boyfriend the best climax he'll ever have, that's all..."

"I... I..." I stammered. "I couldn't resist, it was too much. I’m sorry…"

Sakura paused to search her feelings for a moment, before marching over. She nudged Rio out of the way as she bent over, hand cupping my cheek as her massive breasts hung low and gave me a delectable look down her outfit at her mesmerizing cleavage. 

"It's okay, I understand. Something tells me she probably wasn’t taking no for an answer. And I had a big hand in getting you all pent up, after all." she explained with a gentle smile. To my relief, she didn't seem all that hurt by this. "But... I know after all that teasing, you've got a long way to go before you're done being milked."

 Rio raised an eyebrow at this. "What are you trying to say...?"

Sakura pointed to my dick which sprang back to life as I gazed at her gargantuan breasts. Indeed, I had plenty left in reserve. 

With a giggle, Sakura added, "A promise is a promise... I shouldn't have made you wait so long. Here... let's do it, Ren~"

"Don't act like I'm not here!" Rio chided. 

But Sakura ignored her completely, and so did I after she pulled the straps down on her swimsuit to fully unleash her magnificent breasts. They bounced heavily as she set them free, and I couldn't contain my gasp. She gave me a hug, once more shoving that perfect bosom in my face and letting me experience the irresistible softness. I let out a coo of contentment as her boobs hugged my face, before slowly dragging all the way down my chest and abdomen before resting on my groin. 

Rio looked on enviously - true, Sakura didn't have her magic muscle control but there were also things Sakura could do with her size that Rio just couldn't. A smother from her hit VERY different, it was heaven being beneath her breasts.

Sakura wrapped her breasts lovingly around my cock. She had to use her hands of course to squeeze her tits around my sensitive member. But she also gave me the dreamiest look as she ran her impossibly soft, massive breasts up and down my rock hard shaft.

"Lie back, Ren. You've worked hard, now enjoy your reward~" she cooed, leaning down to give the tip of my cock a kiss as she worked it over. After finally cumming, it took me a little longer to get that build up again but her handling of me was so pleasant I didn't mind that at all. 

After a minute or so of my dick being awash in a sea of titflesh, I felt that build up again. My whole body tensed up, at this point I was trained to expect a denial. But instead, Sakura's paizuri only intensified, she grit her teeth and put her all into milking me. And milk me she did - this one had me spasming as I came furiously hard. I saw stars, like I was having an out of body experience as my cum fired off into her breasts.

"AAAAAAAAHHH, S-SAKURAAAAAA!" I shouted out, orgasmic delight overriding my every sense as I couldn’t contain myself anymore.

Sakura gave me a shy, precious smile, looking so innocent - as innocent as a topless lady with cum dripping from between her tits can look, anyway.

"That feel good, Ren...?" she asked. 

"God yes... holy hell..." I groaned deeply. 

She just giggled sheepishly. "Misaki has taught me a lot recently... and so have you. I'm gonna really like having you around, Ren~"

Rio's eyes narrowed as she watched this display, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, propping them up. "Hmph, well! So we both made him scream. But be honest, I made you cum harder, didn't I?"

"Uh..." I moaned, looking away, still lost in the afterglow. It was hard to compare the two, both of them blew my mind, they felt quite similar. "Well... it's not really fair to say when you got me first after all the edging, but um-"

Rio grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to make tense eye contact. "Yes or no?! Come on, my tits are better than hers and you know it!"

"Rio, leave him be..." Sakura chastised. "H-HEY!"

Sakura yelped as Rio shoved her out of the way and knelt between my legs once more. "I'm better, dammit, I'll prove it!" 

To my shock Rio took my dick between her titties once again, and once again my cock hardened. She smirked, "See? Even after I loosened him up for you, you still couldn't empty this guy's balls! But I'll do it with pleasure..."

She started working her magic again, her firm tits giving me the squeeze in a big way and my body seized up from the ecstasy. 

"Hey! Cut it out!" Sakura snapped back as she gave Rio a retaliatory shove and took her place, her gigantic breasts once again thrusting into my crotch. "I'm sure he'd rather me be the one to do it. He likes the soft touch!"

She began stroking my dick with her enormous heaving bosom once again. I hadn't even caught my breath from the first two climaxes; I couldn't take this at all. 

"No way! Firm and fit beats fat and flabby any day!" Rio remarked. That one got a cross look from Sakura, she seemed to hit a nerve. 

Rio and Sakura kept butting in on each other, until my dick ended up squeezed between all four breasts at once! Sakura administered her delicate titty massage to one side of my member while Rio's rapid snug jiggling worked over the other half. Never in my life had I been so stimulated, it was overwhelming beyond words. 

"Mine's better, right Ren?!" Rio yelled.

"You like mine more, right Ren?!" Sakura demanded. 

My orgasm built and built - and this time I came harder than any time before. In fact, I came too hard as the sweet release was so unbearably intense that I passed out on the spot. My body went limp, and so too did my dick, finally. I was utterly KO'd by the tag team titjob.

"R-Ren...!" Sakura uttered with concern. 

"Hey! Wake up! You have a titjob contest to judge!" Rio demanded as she took my lifeless body and shook it. Sakura hooked her arms to try and pull her away.

I know about that last part because I heard it from Misaki later, who stood in the doorway just shaking her head as she watched the girls compete over me. 

“You think those two are a handful, just you wait…” she said to me the next day with a knowing smirk. I was laid up in bed, resting after the exhausting yet exhilarating experience. Misaki finished, “There’s plenty more talented girls for you to deal with. Best of luck, Ren~”

My first day as an official roster member, and I was already spent... I couldn’t wait for day two!