Attack Rex

Immediately you lunge at Rex, but your new cage restricts your movement. You awkwardly try to punch Rex, but he, at least twice as strong as you, catches your fist and easily spins you around, pulling you up against him.

“What did you expect, bitch? You think just swimming’ll make you fucking butch?” he thrusts against you.

“What do you mean?” you question.

“What did you think we were doing after practice ever day while you were jacking off in the locker room? Weights, bitch,” his dry humps feel good, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of you becoming his ****.