All the way.

You give it some thought, you’ve come too far to give up on wrestling now. You get down on your knees and take the promoter’s cock in hand. “Good call, John.” The promoter praises you as he pats your head condescendingly. You stroke and rub his fat cock, quickly bringing him to an erection. His deep grunts and raspy moans fill you with disgust, but you keep up the jerking regardless.

The promoter clutches your head as you raise his boner to its full length. His warm breath washes over you as you slowly take his chode into your mouth. He lets out a guttural moan as your mouth encases his hard-on. You suck and slurp, lick and kiss, and slide your lips up and down his shaft. His cock is unpleasant to the taste, and unimpressive in size, but you diligently power through.

The promoter’s panting ramps up, as his belly bumps into your forehead every time he sucks in air. He pushes your head harder, shoving his dick deeper into your throat. He cries out as he pumps your mouth full of his seed. Streams of stringy jizz coat the insides of your mouth. “Swallow it down pup!” He belts out as he unleashes wad after wad of cum. You woefully swallow each mouthful, fighting back the instinct to gag.

Finally he shoots his last load into you. You can feel his cum sit at the bottom of your stomach like a thick and murky broth. You slide your lips off of his deflated cock and wipe your mouth. He pats your head one last time and says, “Now that’s a good boy. I’ll have your next match ready soon. Go get ready champ.”

You leave the office, hanging your head in shame, and notice splotches of his jizz on your shirt. You dry heave and make your way to the locker room.