Sacrificed to The Muscle Goddess (Gloria Kildahl (D) vs. Ishigami Yuto)

[DSX93]

What a save. Gloria was this close to taking Ishigami down to the mat, where she'd wrap an arm around his little neck, hook her legs inside of his, and see how well he could handle the splits. But he seemed to get the message when the family jewels got some attention.

"Good Manlet. Now, you'd better have that load ready, because you have to make up for all that time you wasted with those Toy Story shenanigans. If we miss that mark, I'll turn you into one of those cute little mini-pretzels." She had no idea what the record actually was, and she didn't care. It wasn't the point. "Got it?"

The Muscle Goddess would resume her ministrations and kick it up to turbo speed whether he was ready for that or not.

[Lico]

"G-gaah... y-yess...! Nnnhh...!"

It wasn't clear whether Yuto was actually complying with Gloria or he's just too busy moaning from her intensifying stroking. In any case the boy looked like he's already being reduced into a moaning and writhing mess by the goddess, so early in the match, and the first climax of the night seemed inevitable at this point. The crowds were anticipating it, and even Yuto himself felt like he's getting closer and closer. Gloria might be a bit rough, but she certainly knew how to make someone melt. It almost felt like his body wasn't really his anymore... just like what she claimed.

"O-oohh... g-gawdd... I... nnnhh...!" the boy moaned and wriggled cutely within the goddess' hold, seemingly arriving at the edge before too long.

[DSX93]

"That's it! Chop-chop!" The dominatrix was admiring her own handiwork with a big smile that shined as brightly as the sun on a summer day.

A corrupted sun that burned a bright red over a fiery summer Hellscape. A scorcher among scorchers, but with an evil so strong that it could be felt. "We're cutting it close now! Ten seconds! Nine! Eight! Seven! The crowd started counting with her at this point. "Six! Five! Four!" Gloria licked her lips, drinking in Ishigami's moans and delighting in how he squirmed at her touch. Like so many others, he'd been broken, and was now dancing readily to her tune. She stopped counting, but the crowd would continue on for her.

"THREE!"

He was twitching in her hand.

"TWO!"

So close to busting...

"ONE!"

And it would be here that Gloria would release him from the abdominal stretch. But it was a package deal: When that stopped, so did the handjob.

[Lico]

"Aaaahhh... I'mm... g-going too...!" Yuto's face already turning a little silly as the countdown as approaching zero mark, only for the stimulation to stop altogether... while he wasn't quite there yet.

It's probably close, but close wasn't enough as it turned out. The boy gasped in surprise, and with Gloria letting him go abruptly, he fell forward onto his hands and knees. If he didn't have some training he probably would have fell flat on his face. However, he seemed to be quite stunned from what happened, despite the hold wasn't being exactly torturous. It's the mixture of sensations that's temporarily paralyzing the poor boy.

"W-wha... but... I... didn't..." the boy babbled while panting, his body might be aching a little from the abdominal stretch, but his cock was raging with frustration. There's a bit of precum dripping onto the mats, but nothing more than that.

[DSX93]

What a sad sight. Oh, poor Ishigami Yuto!

The Domme threw her head back and enjoyed a good laugh at a job well done before sauntering over to her weakened, pent-up, and thoroughly humiliated opponent. Since he had assumed the position, she went ahead and took a seat on his back, crossing one leg over the other while she reached for his hair to give it a playful ruffling. "Nope. But you put on a decent show of discipline. Discipline is what separates a toy from a servant. And the difference between a toy and servant?"

She rose from her makeshift chair and gave his light brown hair a tug to bring his face level with her crotch. "A servant can get this, instead of just being milked like a cow, which is a toy's only option. You want to be my servant, don't you?" The question was asked as though the answer were obvious. And for many, it was.

[Lico]

"Guh...!" Yuto felt Gloria's weight on his back, which made him buckle slightly, although he managed to stay on all four.

The ruffling on his hair further embarrass the poor boy, but at least the goddess didn't stay on his back for too long. He could have sworn he saw flashes from cameras during that brief moment, though. With his face then being brought close to Gloria's crotch, he could feel his cheeks warming up further. The woman clearly just toying around with him now, but her words did made him feel tingling sensations spreading through his back.

"U-uuh... I... I'm not a toy, a cow, or a servant..." he replied defiantly while looking up at the goddess with a flustered expression.

[DSX93]

"Right." The word was filled with disregard for Ishigami's illusions. Bearing the air of an executioner that was about to deliver the killing shot, Gloria circled around to his rear, with her hand still rested atop his head. The next move had already been planned out in her mind in the case of him choosing suffering. "In that case, we'd better get back to it!"

Gloria would then immediately yank him into her waiting arms to take him down to the mat, where she'd wrap an arm around his little neck, hook her legs inside of his, and split them apart.

[Lico]

That probably wasn't the best answer, even Yuto knew that. He just didn't want to fold so easily despite the earlier exchange between him and his opponent. He wouldn't be a wrestler in that case, or so he'd like to think. The boy wanted to get back on his feet as Gloria circled around him, not wanting to find out what the goddess had planned for him after his refusal. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough.

"Aaah...!" he yelped as Gloria pulled him and brought him down to the mats, before wrapping an arm around his neck and split his legs with hers. Just like that, he's now completely at her mercy, again! "G-gaah..." the boy groaned as he tried to loosen the arm around his throat with both hands.

[DSX93]

And the harder he tried, the tighter she'd squeeze. Gloria would sound her disappointment with a soft click of the tongue. "And you were just starting to make some good progress too. Maybe you're just a glutton for punishment?" She spread him out a little more. After arriving at the point of meeting resistance -- which, to his credit, was further along than she thought it would be -- she would push it in increments from there on out, starting with that first one. The intention was to cause pain, not put the man in a hospital bed.

And in that same vein, she wouldn't lock the choke in too deeply. She liked action figures, not motionless dolls. "If you are, I'll give you fair warning: This is another battle that you are not going to win. So I'll give you a choice: We can start this over for the small, small price of you kissing my glorious ass. Just show it the love it deserves and be the best toy you can be..." She snaked her free hand down low, and brought it within just inches of gripping his hardness through his pants. "And I may even be convinced to pick up from where we left off. Or you can stay down here and try your luck while I go through the list of every single hold I know. You'll be far more likely to end up as a bag of broken bones and disconnected joints than anything else, but the choice, Mr. Manlet..." He needed to know that he wasn't a person anymore either way. "...Is yours. What do you say"?

She let up on the choke, allowing Ishigami time to fill his lungs with some precious oxygen and use it to formulate his answer.

[Lico]

"Ack... gghh..." Yuto's struggle began to cease as it became clear to him that there's no way his effort would free himself from the goddess' clutch. "W-wha...?" he then twitched and looked a little flushed as Gloria put her "offer" on the table.

It wasn't completely out of embarrassment, as the thought of the goddess' ass had stirred something inside him. Perhaps it's a good thing that Gloria brought her hand down afterwards, or she might have felt the boy's shaft twitching stronger when she said that, compared to when she seized it through his pants.

He had choices, so she said, but one of the options clearly sounded much much better than the other. So the choices were made rather quickly as soon as he regained some of his air.

"U-ugh...p-please... let me go... I'll...do it... I'll... kiss your ass..." he said the last part as quietly as possible, but still audible for her.

The crowds would have known the choice he made without hearing him anyways. If anything, they probably would have already guessed rightly.