Bukkake Brawl #1

We are glad to introduce at Pornsaints.org BUKKAKE BRAWL, a serial fictional story by Made in DNA. Read below the first part!

STORY INTRO :
One-hundred fifty years into the future, two billion viewers a week tune into the one sport that has no equal: BUKKAKE BRAWL--a violent marriage of the porn industry and no-holds barred extreme sports pit fighting. Yue Fong, the criminal-corporate complex city-state floating in the open waters of the Korean Strait, is its home. It is a mean, gritty place where anything or anyone can be bought.

Mei is an indentured fighter in the Bukkake Brawl pits. She is simultaneously idolized and loathed for her skill at showing no mercy to paying opponent-customers. There is little anyone wouldn't do to rape her on screen for the world to see. And after her 'Little Sister' Nin is brutally murdered during her own televised Bukkake Brawl match Mei must claw her way through semen, savagery, and sharks to confront a man revered as a living god.

BUKAKKE BRAWL PART ONE:

The crowd roared, the spittle from their frothing muzzles creating a fine mist that mixed with Mei's sweat and the blood from the cut above her left eye.

The cut burn with a maddening man-made piss-crackle fire. Was the jackhole in front of her hopped up on Accelerated NanoHerpes!?

She body-slammed him and placed his nuts in a crusher hold that took him out of the match. Better safe than sorry.

Not that ANH was illegal, but it puckered her sphincter nonetheless. Bukkake Brawl Rules were: no traditional weapons. Otherwise, have at.

DNA hacks, mouth sacs, cyborg enhancements, skin mods, pheromone differentials. Customer-contestants should spend so much on their cocks.

Bukkake Brawl: the fiendishly genius marriage of extreme sports and porn. Rough, muff, and tumble.

Three scantily clad women, a.k.a. the Jizzabels, step into a wrestling pit and take on all-cumers.

It attracts college kids, weirdoes, macho assholes, perverts, cherry boys, misogynists and a mishmash there of. No licenses required.

They are the Jackals. A mob of howling, mad-dog contestants ready to hump anything that moves. Including the occasional stray camerabot.

Jackals pony up 25000 yen each for a chance in the pit. An entry fee that doesn't actually guarantee anything.

They must survive the Prelims where hopefuls eliminate two-thirds of their own number before the Jizzabels even enter the pit.

Losers are consoled with a membership in the Circle Jerks, the group of men who do just that IF the Jizzabels can be defeated in the Honban.

No touchy-touchy or fuckee-fuckee, just stand over the winners and pull their dinkie twinkies until they blow wad over the hostess ho-hos.

Prelims are fierce; a straight-up street brawl for pussy. But it pales compared to Homban, The Real Deal - the crème de la crème of brawling.

While the Prelims resulted in the weak being hurled from the ring like sad sacks of pig shit. Homban was blood, sweat, tears and semen.

Gallons of semen.

Homban was where it all potentially paid off for the Jackals. If the Jizzabels lost, every man still standing in the ring got their yearn.

The Jizzabels were submitted to every moan, groan, grunt and white explosion of hair-gobbing, mouth-filling, pussy-drenching spoo.

Name of the game baby. There is no maybe.

AUTHOR/MEDIUM INTRO:
Made in DNA is an American expat short story writer living and working Japan for the past decade. It has seriously twisted his mind. Comments, questions, rants/raves, words to his mother are always welcome at made.in.dnaATMARKgmail.com.

BUKKAKE BRAWL is written as a serial SMS microfiction piece. SMS-fiction is fiction delivered directly to an SMS-enabled device at NO MORE THAN 140 characters per delivery. Thus SMS-fiction packs a cranium-crushing amount of description and plot into each line. Despite the brevity of the medium, Made in DNA has managed to gain fans worldwide with not only his current work, but with his first pulse-pounding microfiction novella MEDIA WHORES.