Camel Clutch!

You strut around my body, soaking in the adoration of the audience cheering you on, and stand over me, one leg on each side.

"Who wants to see me break this little twink?" You call out to the crowd, placing one hand on each of your hips, and jutting your proud manhood out, testing the tensile strength of the spandex wrapped around it.

The roar comes back loud enough to shake the roof, and loud enough to stir me back awake just in time to feel you drop down onto me, your bulge pressed against my cute little butt, and your arms pulling mine back over your legs as you trap me in position for a camel clutch.

"Ugh..." I moan out pathetically, shaking side to side (inadvertently grinding my ass against your erection.) as you slowly rung your hands down my shoulders, teasing my hairless chest with your fingers before crossing them and pulling up against my chin.

"GAAAAhhh!!"

An almost feminine cry of pain shoots from my mouth as your arc my back and neck painfully, all the while increasing the friction against my speedo covered ass and your {if outif=1} barely covered erection. {else}leotard's dominant bulge.{endif}