It was a normal weekday night at the bar. I was with Hanna as was the norm for most days. We had been friends for as long as I can remember. Same schools, same hobbies, even the same boyfriend once, at the same time. The bar was a sports bar, but in this day and age that left a lot more interesting options than just your traditional sports. There was the usual sport available, but none of that interested us. What we watched was the Sex Games.
The laws were relaxed decades ago to stimulate the economy. Or some bullshit like that. It was a case of a rich guy giving a slightly poorer guy who pulled the strings a fuck tonne of money to push through some relaxing of the laws of sex on TV. They were relaxed, in fact, they were all but dissolved. You still had to be over 18, and all parties had to be consenting and without outside influence, but other than that, it was fairly lax. It was also entirely legal to broadcast these games on regular TV. You needed the usual subscriptions and age checks to be able to watch them of course, but other than that, it was 24/7 365 days a year. Even on Christmas day you could watch two wrestlers square up to each other and try to make the other one cum. In fact Christmas day their outfits were usually Christmas-themed.
While on the subject of their outfits, they were fairly limited. The guys wore either boxers or trunk-style underwear. The girls wore a bikini at most, with extra prize money available if they started topless. The payouts were decent. People earned a living out of the games, but generally, you had to be good. No one was going to pay the big bucks to watch you get pounded into the ground fight after fight after fight. No matter how cute the noises are that you make as you get railed again.
The fighting was fairly violent, but it was all dampened by technology. High-tech gloves and other padding was worn on common impact sites, so, knees, feet, hands and elbows. Headbutting was not allowed and was instant disqualification. This was due to the drop in interest when they tried to introduce a helmet to the fighting. The impact protection prevented cuts and serious injury, it still felt like you were getting your ass kicked, but the strongest kick would struggle to even break a nose. The matches were every combination you could think of. Guy vs girl. Guy vs guy. Girl vs Girl. They were not necessarily fair match-ups and the prize money was weighted towards the underdog.
The goal was to make your opponent have an orgasm. This was done by winning. The fighters have an implant inside them that directly stimulates the pleasure receptors of the brain. Getting a good punch in, or a good kick would trigger a pleasure response from your opponent. Getting your opponent into a wrestling hold also triggered the response until they escaped from it. I have never used one of the implants, they are ridiculously expensive and require specialist insertion to work correctly, but they are supposed to be as good as the best sex you have ever had, but while getting your ass kicked.
While the implant is activated pain is converted into an equal pleasure signal instead. So if you get punched in the nose, which would normally really hurt, it would instead feel like someone was sucking on your clit with a vacuum cleaner. The implant also amplifies any pleasure that is experienced, so if you can get someone into such a position where you can play with them, then doing that will usually end the match fairly quickly. The fights are brutal and no holds barred, anything goes and there are no dirty tactics. Some tactics are deemed as boring or underhand which may turn the crowd on you, but pretty much anything goes and a win is a win. It is a popularity contest though, hype is what brings in the money and if no one wants to see you fight then there is no hype. No hype is lower viewing figures, that is less gambling revenue, a lower bill on the schedule etc etc. It is a fine line between being good, being likeable and being extremely lucky to even get an invite into the leagues in the first place.
Orgasm is determined when the guy shoots his load, obviously. For the girl, it is detected by brain activity and it has to trigger a certain threshold. A small orgasm isn't going to trigger it. This coupled with the general rule that it is a lot harder to get a girl off than a guy does give girls a slight advantage. This is negated though by the strength difference. It doesn't matter if it takes her five full minutes to climax when he just overpowers her and keeps her in an arm lock for five minutes until she squeals her dignity away.
The scoring and implant activation are all done by AI and are fully automated. During wrestling holds the intensity of the stimulation increases the longer the advantage is held by the other fighter and is further amplified if their opponent is naked. Naked is purely determined by the bottom half. A topless girl is at no disadvantage. Also, a girl who is bottomless, but still has a top on gets the full effects of the stimulation. A common tactic is to strip your opponent first. The crowd love it, plus it does give you an advantage.
The matches last anywhere between a couple of minutes to 15 minutes. If no winner is decided after 15 minutes then a points decision is awarded. The stimulation is amped up to 11 and it is squeal time for the loser.
At the end of the match, the winner gets the loser as a prize for 1 hour. You can imagine what happens during this hour. The matches are viewed by a live audience of fifty or so. Those tickets are eye-wateringly expensive. After the winner has abused the loser for one hour, they are hosed down (literally if required) and thrown into the crowd. You really don't want to lose.
Perverts like me and my mate alongside billions of others watch these modern-day gladiators fight each other in the ring. The games are worth billions of credits. Countless trillions get wagered on these fights each year and dynasties rise and fall with the fortunes within the games. I sit firmly on the outside. I may have a flutter of a few credits here and there, but I am an insignificant bug under the boot of the big players. I contribute more with my drinking, which in turn the bar uses to pay the subscriptions, so I can sit in the bar and casually laugh at the poor dot of a girl who is about to square up against a guy three times her weight and many many many times her talent and skill in the art of combat.
"My money is on him," Hanna said, "You wanna take the bet?"
"Oh fuck no," I said shaking my head, "She is going to get humiliated."
"Unless she gets lucky," Hanna said with a wry smile.
"Even if she gets lucky she is losing this," I said, "Wouldn't you just pull out?"
"You mean like he isn't going to?" she grinned, "That is just unfair, I bet she is being paid stupid money."
"Yeah, but even so..." I said, "For all the money in the world I would want at least a slight chance."
They squared up and it was almost comedic the size difference. They started off fairly cagey as they sized each other up. She may be deceptive and be a lot better than she looked, plus the fact he had two very vulnerable orbs swinging between his legs, if she landed a decent hit on them the translation of that pain into pleasure and he would potentially shoot his load before he hit the deck. He protected his balls, but she was not playing dirty. She was definitely getting paid good money for this. He grabbed her top which snapped instantly and taken by surprise she flailed at him. He dodged her wild attacks and plucked her bikini bottoms off her as well. All clothing was designed to fail fairly easily, they wouldn't come off with a glancing blow, but any serious punishment and they just ripped and that was the end of whatever item was torn. She instinctively covered herself and he took the opening, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face into the corner of the ring. We both winced. She hit with such force I was amazed that she stayed conscious, never mind on her feet. I would have been out cold and that would have been game over. She bounced off the corner, her momentum moving her back towards him and he slammed her to the mat. The pain was converted into pleasure and she moaned softly as she got stimulated.
He grabbed her by the leg and pulled her across the mat like a kid dragging a teddy bear around. "Wanna watch this?" I asked Hanna.
