Don't Let Opportunity Pass! Rush In!

Your window is closing, so you scramble in, looking to secure victory with either a submission hold, or a humiliation tactic.

Just as you close in, Ward is on his feet. You can't stop in time. Hauling back, he decks you with a power-punch across your face, and sends you sprawling to the mat. The blow knocks you out.

As vision returns to you, you realize that you're on your knees. Your jockstrap is bunched up around your ankles. Ward is also kneeling right behind you. He has one arm around your neck, poised to execute a sleeper hold, and one hand resting on your inner thigh. The bastard has been waiting for you to wake up before he ends it. The referee is ready to ring the bell. It's just a formality at this point.

Your hands grab at his arm, but he's too strong for you to pull it off your neck. In the mean time, his other hand travels to your manhood and starts playing with your balls. You glance frantically at the referee, knowing that he'll ring that bell once you've been adequately humiliated into defeat.

His hand switches to your cock, and starts stroking you. In thirty seconds, you're sporting a rock-hard and dripping erection while the blond vigorously masturbates you. The bell rings.

"The match is over! Ward wins by humiliation!"

He stops stroking your aching erection, and you let out an embarrassing whimper. Grinning like the devil, Ward stands up and lifts you up high above his head, one hand under your back and the other one cupping your ass as he displays your beaten and emasculated body to the audience. Your cock continues to stand hard between your legs; a monument to your failure.