MD Ghosting Me After Matching on Jerkmate Ranked

Hey all,

Alright, so I never thought I’d be writing this, but I genuinely need some career advice.

For context, I (25M) am an An2 at a mid-tier BB in a pretty good group. The team’s solid—some ex-EB and top BB guys, and my group head is an absolute hardo. The type to chew you out next to you in the stall while you’re having explosive diarrhea from the Grubhub stipend-subsidized dinner.

Now, with deal flow slowing down, my hours have become slightly more humane, which means I’ve had time to explore some “stress-relieving hobbies.” One of my buddies—Ass1, but in a different group—put me onto Jerkmate, which I get to fap against other people. At first, I was just doing it for fun, but once I got the mechanics down, I started playing at the ranked level. I had perfected my tempo, grip variation, even breathing techniques. Before I knew it, I was on the global leaderboard. It was no longer just about having fun—it was about competing.

Fast forward to two weeks ago. I was finishing up aligning logos on a sell-side deck for a potential divestiture. Standard mind-numbing stuff. I figured I’d reward myself with a few quick ranked matches before logging off.

I queued up. A few rounds in, the competition was weak—guys tapping out left and right once they realized they couldn’t handle my elite stroking form. But then, I matched with someone different. No face cam—just a shaky, well-groomed, late 40s/early 50s cock. No intro, no banter. Just a silent, nervous energy. His hands trembled slightly as he lubed up. I could tell immediately: this wasn’t some casual. He was a veteran.

I started going full throttle, hoping to intimidate him. But then, he fired back with a technique so pristine, so calculated, that I had only ever seen it in the highest echelons of the Jerkmate community. He was using the Reverse Fibonacci Spiral, a technique requiring elite wrist dexterity and grip control. We battled for hours. It was a true test of stamina, mental fortitude, and discipline. Every time I thought I had the edge, he’d counter with a textbook-tier grip transition. It was the most intense one-on-one I’d ever had.

Then it happened. I felt the urge building. My throbbing cock was at its absolute limit. But I could sense that he was too. His breathing got heavier, his technique started slipping—he was about to explode.

And then, at the exact same moment, he collapsed.

He fell backwards into his chair—a Maitland Smith Grady Swivel, and erupted. It was a scene. His entire room was covered in fresh ejaculate. The camera lens got splattered creating a murky filter.

For a few moments, it was silent. Just the faint hum of his desktop monitor.

Then, as the goop slowly slid off the camera, I noticed something. A double-headed dildo deal toy from the Church & Dwight transaction we closed a while back sat on his desk. And then—I saw another thing—Through the blurry, semen-streaked lens, I recognized his face—My group head sat there with his hands covering his face in utter defeat, humiliation, and existential dread. I then leaned into my camera and said, “I finished my slides for my staffer. Hope you like them.”

His soul left his body. Within two seconds, he disconnected from the lobby.

Since then, things have gotten weird: I haven’t been staffed on a single new deal. I’m top bucket, I respond to comments faster than anyone, and yet, my staffing requests keep getting ignored. My group head won’t even make eye contact with me. If I pass him in the hallway, he suddenly remembers he has emails to check. If I speak on a Teams meeting, he nods way too aggressively but refuses to actually acknowledge me.

I’m legitimately concerned that I’ve tanked my career because I accidentally beat my MD in a competitive Jerkmate match. Do I bring this up? Try to clear the air? Or do I just wait it out and pray I get staffed again?

Would appreciate any advice.