If you get through the generic Alpha and Beta banter, battling can be fun being introduced to a new girl or kink and learning something else about yourself. Gamification works on me. I enjoy figuring someone else out and putting them on the ropes, but don't want to just "feed" them. I also enjoy being a bit of a brat, watching those "alpha" egos erode when I prove to be more resistant, or take the upper hand.
Enter "Hung & Horny" or some other pompous alpha name. The kind of name with an attitude I want to erode. I responded to his post looking for a battle with a "literate-shaped fleshlight" a pic of an attractive female celebrity and a pic of a bulge's outline who's length was being compared to a Pringles can. When asked what caught my eye, I told him "there was something a bit more distracting than that can of Pringles..... The woman in that first pic was quite attractive."
We didn't even battle the first time we interacted. It was just banter. The way he wrote such pungent, aggressive descriptions of things like "cock-snot" was not my typical style or preference. Yet I stayed talking and listened to his condescending names like succuboi. When I told him it was time for me to call it a night, because your hun's gotta work, he sent the first photo, nothing obstructing its size and look.
Now dear reader, I have focused more on the mental aspects of feeling like a sissy, as physical prep as ebbed and flowed through purging, and have never gone as far as a chastity cage. But what he showed me... we were in two different brackets.
A couple minutes later, he deleted the image but its impression and impact remained.
The montage of the next couple months could be summarized as him pinging me "I'm bored, want to play?" and me leaving him on read or me agreeing to battle him featuring celebrities, or watching a battle against someone else in his Reddit menagerie. He liked my banter and treated me like a prized trophy, trying to add me as a witness to his other battles, when he still had yet to beat me in a battle.
Now I don't do IRL stakes, but his favorite was loser moans on voice call joining his growing collection of submission. While he easily defeated battlers, he'd message me on the side including the occasional photo showing how much they got a rise out of him, if at all.
Again, dear reader, I never asked for photos. Unsolicited they entered our chat history and then some times my mind... It wasn't even physically me, but for some reason I liked knowing I was causing him to get hard.
Finally battling one another, I admit I underestimated him. His stubbornness and endurance outpaced anyone I had battled previously. They'd go for hours or until someone got bored and the pace slowed down. Ties ties ties.
Then came the crack. After one battle where he was more entertained with our side conversation than who he was facing came an unsolicited discord call, audio only.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK the first sounds of what I had only seen still images of and the sounds of how much lube it takes to make it function. The raw intensity he stroked it to get it to stir and respond. No wonder he had so much endurance. He told me to get headphones and turn them all the way up.
There in the dark in our guest bedroom, I let my ears be assaulted by the sound of another man getting off to what I sent him. By the time the call ended, I felt like I had tinnitus between the sounds of his dick and his grunts getting to the edge. It gave me one of the strongest erections in my life. Once I got off the call, I didn't have the composure or endurance he did, showing myself how listening to him was a different bracket of reaction.
This pattern then continued. Chat for a couple hours here or there. Radio silence. Me saying I needed to go to bed and him pulling out the source of my temptation convincing me to stay longer...
Other times he unprompted would call me, telling me he'd put on a better show if I sent him the celebs he liked the most. I thought I was getting under his skin making him addicted to battling me as the one he couldn't break, but maybe it was him training me?
Months went by with little to no contact to be interrupted by low effort messages like "yo" "want to have some fun" "you there" all with the intention of me entertaining him to be "rewarded." He even sent me gifs, reminding me what I was missing out on, and these he intentionally didn't delete.
I didn't respond to him, but I don't want to admit how many nights I would reopen our chat history and scroll up to find one of those videos again... The next time we played together again and he sent a new video, I admitted to him... seeing it and hearing him get to the edge has been enjoyable... but then I asked for the video to be longer... I wanted to see him go past the edge.
The crack grew when I asked him that...
As the crack grows, I feel the feminine side of me growing too. He still hasn't broken me, but I am feeling much less bratty and more of a sissy. Instead of playing hard to get, I found myself wanting to see this big dicked bully show off more.