Page 8 of Claiming His Virgin In the Ring

But it would be premature to introduce her to Battle Bang right away without knowing more. Because what was I going to say? We run an underground club where men wrestle women, ending with sex? It’s dirty and illicit, but I’m sure you’ll love it? Besides, what the hell kind of club is that?

But in fact, it’s the best kind. The women are specially vetted and trained. They know what they’re going into the ring for. They’re put on birth control, their curves wet and ready to be penetrated.

And I fucking love it. I love wrestling with a struggling woman, pinning her to the mat. I love watching her face as she tries to push you to the ground, placing her arm around your torso. Because it’s futile but fun. Inevitably, the women are about a hundred pounds less than me, and there’s no way they can win the match. Instead, every contest ends the same way. My cock in their pussy, spraying sperm as we both come, the spectators watching hungrily.

Because Battle Bang isn’t a private thing. It’s a club, after all. We have some exclusive rooms, but the biggest matches take place in front of an audience, the crowd hooting and hollering as a sweet girl is taken. It’s just the way these things work.

But at least the females get paid big time. After a match, they get a six figure payout, along with bonuses for performance. So the longer she’s able to stay unpenetrated, the bigger her bonus. We had one female walk out of here with a seven figure check once, she was that good.

And somehow, I knew that Lily would be perfect for Battle Bang. She had all the curves, the right kind of hefty flesh for throwing around the ring, as well as the personality. Because the shy ones are best. The ones who look innocent and nubile are deceptive. They look like they’ve never fought a day in their lives and wouldn’t know what to do during Battle Bang. But once you get them in the ring? They’re dirty as hell, their pussies evading penetration until the very last moment.

And shit, but I wanted to own Lily’s sweet folds. I wanted to lick them and kiss them before tearing that pussy apart. I wanted Lily to scream and moan my name as onlookers watched before submitting to my monster cock.

Because hell yeah, I was going to knot within that tiny cunt. I was going to grow so big and hard that she’d never be able to get off me. We’d be locked together in a clinch so tight, my dick so far up her pussy, that she’d never be able to pry herself off my form.

That’s the beauty of my cock. Call it a blessing or a curse, but the knotting mechanism is a genetic anomaly that sets me apart from other men. My glans enlarges so much that it literally gets stuck in a woman even after I’m done ejaculating. Her sweet pussy is jammed on me, unable to separate.

And it’s good and bad, depending on whom you’re with. If you’re banging the wrong chick, it’s an absolute curse. Then you’ve gotta get that female off of you asap, and sometimes the knot doesn’t go down fast enough. But when you have a goddess on your hands, then the knot is sheer pleasure. You’re stuck together, her pussy locked on your cock until the bulb goes down and she can pull away.

But back to Lily. How was I going to do this? How was I going to induct the brunette into Battle Bang without scaring off the poor female? The usual girls we have lined up for this shit are slutty and voracious, nothing like the innocent female before me.

And right now, the brunette had no idea what I was thinking. We were lifting weights in the anterior room, a couple guys milling about as I helped my girl achieve perfect form. I knew what these jerks were thinking. They were waiting for me to slip so that they could step in on the beautiful brunette.

Try it, motherfuckers. I stared at them with a threatening manner, literally baring my teeth when Lily couldn’t see.

And they got my message. The men acknowledged the alpha male in their presence and backed down. That’s right assholes. This girl is mine, and nothing’s gonna take her from me. First dibs now … and maybe forever.

Because shit, Lily was sweet. She was asking me all these questions about myself, instead of the usual self-centered shit that a lot of females go through.

“Where do you work?” she asked with a sweet smile, gazing up at me as I loomed over her, steadying her wrists. “Or are you at the gym all the time?”

I grinned.

“This place is my second home, but no, I have a job,” was my smooth reply. “I’m a trader at a bank.”

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