They’d long gotten bored of looking through the glass wall that separated their gym from the men’s. Instead of showing new combat skills the women could learn to counteract in the ring, fifty meatheads ogled from weight stations, clothed only in the thongs they were expected to wear on game day. Surrounded by sculpted women breezing through their routines, Gelda looked completely out of place on a bench, exhausted before anyone else.


 The last minute addition of an extra male got organizers to overlook her novice level. She was on cloud nine reading the invite, but the situation’s gravity slammed down quickly. Though a new sport, the stakes were clear. One hung man and one woman would face each other in the ring. The reward: ten million dollars, in cash and tax free. The risks: penectomy for the man, penetration for the woman.


 Muscle soreness trapped her where she sat, trying not to make eye contact with the man on a bench across the glass. Leaned casually against the wall, beads of sweat sliding down the deep grooves between his abs, he’d only stopped his workout to take advantage of her immobile state. Smug smirk never wavering, his eyes stared half shut from under a soaked headband, bearing the symbol of the frat he’d belonged to before joining. She was already sick of seeing him from the game’s ads. Marketers couldn’t help milking the handsomest male for all he was worth. He only relented when a door beside him opened, revealing her opponent.


 His entry into the game was as sudden as his eligibility. No fan base, no photos online, but one video sent to organizers a month prior got him a spot within minutes; that and congratulations on just turning nineteen. “World’s Biggest Verified Cock” was mentioned in every ad after that, but his image and measurement were a fiercely guarded secret from the public. It only heightened the suspense to finally see him.


 Tall and gangly looking, even in a baggy tracksuit, the new star fighter sauntered around the gym, appearing to size everyone up. The preppy haircut and thick glasses were the opposite of intimidating, but the unimpressed furrow of his brow slowed the pace on both sides of the glass. All attention fixed on him, he faced a mirror before bending one leg at a time to stretch his inner thighs. So little time before the game had her torturing herself to catch up, but he simply walked back toward the exit, flanked on both sides by incredulous stares. She ached even more seeing him that confident, convinced he must be far more dangerous than he looked.


 Just before reaching the open door, the unofficial face of the game, and now second most hung, stood from his bench. With a confidently wide stance, he extended a hand, introducing himself and welcoming the new member. His own remained in his pockets while staring down at the greeting, before switching focus to the barely contained bulge. The ex-frat boy shifted his stance, ego finally chipped. The wielder of the world’s biggest cock left without a word. The other women slowly turned their heads to his ultimate target. She wanted the anger to show through her face, but all they could see was the fear.