Game day came, and a deep sigh of relief escaped when she heard the lineup. Frat Boy’s fight would be first. Nervousness was eased by excitement to see him face Iris, who could use a nutcracker as skillfully as a butterfly knife. Originally just a way to even out biological advantages, the authorization of weapons perfectly fit the game’s gladiatorial nature. A whole armory was created for the women to choose from. It brightened up gym time seeing men workout faster as Iris walked by, twirling the cracker.


 She didn’t understand the other stipulation. Women had to stop by the medical wing on their way to the ring, to insert a device meant to make the risk more “worthwhile” for men, as if millions of dollars weren’t enough. It looked like a mesh condom, but when placed in the vaginal canal, became the most advanced male pleasure system. The nanotechnology could not only record the physical sensation of penetration, but amplify it by up to one million times in a millisecond. It confused her more that the only female organizer had been the one to make the rule. It seemed like needless pandering, but that went to the back of her mind as she watched the screen in the viewing room.


 A camera slowly panned across the packed stadium, before cutting to the ring. Even with the mic, the referee had to yell over the crowd to read out Frat Boy’s name. She and her fellow fighters groaned as a sporadic chant grew until it pounded through the walls, “Brett! Brett! Brett!”. He waved to his old frat brothers, who were holding a banner of it. His confident stance and smile were betrayed by slight trembling.


 Iris’s name was met with deafening boos. It’d always been clear what the public wanted to see, men dominating women in a way previously reserved for closed doors and scripted pornos. The women saw it as an advantage. Men would surely sign up with a false sense of security and not train as hard. It would be glorious to not only humble them, but dash the dreams of any man trying to fuck vicariously through them too. The referee finally exited, leaving the opponents alone.


 Brett stared like he’d forgotten any plan. Iris threw her hands up with fingers curled into claws, making him flinch back one step. The crowd screamed. Their words couldn’t be made out, but the anger and loss of faith in him was clear. Iris couldn’t help joining the undercurrent of laughter. Blushing furiously, he gripped the straps of his thong. As torn fabric went flying, he began to swell, spurred on by intensifying cheers. Nine inches soon stood stiff for the entire world to praise. He grinned wider than on any Christmas morning, riding the ego trip of his dreams.


 Iris’s demeanor hardened as he became aware of her existence again. All self doubt vanquished, he charged. The viewing room echoed with coaching they knew she couldn’t hear. Brett turned out to be a better fighter than his gym antics let on. It made them worry what skills the other men had kept secret. Grabbing a punch, he used Iris’s own momentum to send her sprawling onto the mat. Gelda clutched her knees in her chair. The room around her erupted with swearing.


 Iris had just sat up when a blow crossed her face, but it wasn’t from his fist. The crowd went wild as Brett swiveled his hips again, trying to cock slap her a second time. They only got louder when she caught the head between her lips. He immediately grabbed the shaft with both hands, meaning to free himself, but she was too fast.


 His jaw clenched, and abs tightened, as she worked the glans with the expertise of a Rubik’s Cube master. His hands slid away to clutch his hips, showing eight inches of flesh, the ninth being orally pleasured by a beautiful woman. The whole world was watching and praising him for it. Tears of joy flowed from his shut eyes, past his openmouthed smile. His greatest sexual fantasy was being fulfilled. He still hadn’t heard the screams of warning growing through the crowd.


 Gelda couldn’t breath as Iris carefully readied the nutcracker around his balls. Just a quick squeeze, and all the pleasure he was getting would be replaced with agony, compounded by the knowledge he’d done it to himself. For months, it’d been drilled into his head that she wanted to destroy his cock, but he still fell for a blowjob, and now it would cost him his balls too. Her heart skipped a beat when his eyes opened and smile faltered. The realization hit him as the crowd’s screams finally registered. Iris saw it too. They both acted fast. Everyone watching screamed.