Focus on not cumming!

You devote your brainpower to resisting the growing urge to cum. It’s a difficult undertaking, but you manage to stave off the rapidly-approaching release. Kenny parades you around the ring, playing to his fellow roster-mates. They’re all too happy to feed his ego, whooping and encouraging him to ‘cream the dweeb’ - that’d be you, if you had to guess. As you manage to keep from shooting your load just yet, you feel Kenny’s head bob - a nod, approval maybe? - before hoisting you over his head like you’re nothing.

“Right, Tiger. I’m going to bring you down over my knee now. Some of your opponents may be into CBT and ball-busting, and they’ll use it to try and finish you off. As a Jobber, your goal is to last long enough to entertain while not making the actual fighter look like a wimp.” That having been said, he pulls your compression shorts the rest of the way off and tosses them aside before bringing you down hard. You slam down balls-first onto his knee, twin jolts shooting through you - pain, yes, but also pleasure. Your cock throbs dangerously, desperate for release - even more so now, after this new stimulation from Kenny’s atomic drop.