Dig deep and try to fight back

Arno still has a commanding grip on your thong as you double over, not allowing you to fall to your knees. Instead he pulls you in close and jabs three quick, hard punches to your solar plexus, knocking the wind out of you. As you gasp for air, aching from Arno’s fist, you fail to block two more jabs, these to your face. Arno’s fist smashes into you mouth twice, almost knocking out teeth, leaving you reeling and bleeding.

**** for a break from punishment, you wildly claw at Arno’s face. Through sheer luck, your fingers manage to graze his left eye, causing him to scream and cover his face. You gasp in relief as Arno’s mean wedgie is released.

Both you and Arno try to muster up your energies to get back in the fight. Arno recovers a moment before you and steps towards you to attack. You manage a weak but effective kick to Arno’s crotch in an attempt to cut off his attack.

Arno screams as his balls are struck, though your blow lacks real ****. You attempt to capitalize on your momentary advantage, grabbing Arno by his hair and raising your right hand for a heavy blow.

Your eyes bulge as Arno swings his fist up between your legs, connecting solidly with your small, dangling testicles. The tables turned, you give a high-pitched shriek and drop to your knees clutching your injured groin.

The sight in the ring is hilarious—two wimpy pretty boys on their knees, both holding their small packages.