Go for a lock-up

Caught off-guard by Kenny’s abrupt ceding of the first move to you, you decide to go for a classic test of strength. You inch forward with arms outstretched, but Kenny just lets out a short, disbelieving laugh.

“Oh, Tiger… you’re either naïve or stupid.” You open your mouth to respond - whether a witty retort or a clarifying question, the world will never know. Instead of any form of intelligent response, what exits your mouth is a pained, wheezing groan as Kenny knocks the wind out of you with a kick to the stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut and try not to lose your lunch as the spectating fighters jeer you and yell encouragement at Kenny.

“A lock-up isn’t the worst instinct, but you’ve got to gauge who you’re fighting. A Face will probably take you up on the challenge, but a Heel - like me - will happily take advantage of the opening you’ve given them. Most will give you worse than a kick to the gut. Thank god you’re not trying to win your matches, or I’d be pretty damn concerned.” You look up, finding yourself face-to-face with Kenny’s bulge. It’s fully covered by the fabric of his Speedo, but there’s still very little left to the imagination with how tight the damn thing is. It’s practically clinging to the contours of Kenny’s cock, which is already fully hard.

You feel a hand grab a handful of the back of your hair and force your head forward, causing your face to collide gently with that long, hard bulge. You feel the dizzying heat of it against your skin, and you’re acutely aware that your face is only separated from this man’s cock by a thin layer of fabric. He drags his bulge across your face a few times, and you can feel yourself starting to get hard. Your impromptu audience whoops and hollers as Kenny humps your face. He even manages to part your lips and push part of his Speedo-clad cock into your mouth for a moment before releasing you and walking around you while you’re still stunned.

Before you can react, you feel Kenny's hand slip between your legs and gently grip your package, quickly bringing you the rest of the way to attention with some sensual massaging and teasing. You let out a soft moan, which quickly turns into a yelp of panic as you're lifted up. Kenny lays you out across his shoulders, bending your body backward into a C-shape as he yanks your compression shorts down to reveal your hard cock. The other fighters whoop and cheer as he begins stroking your cock and pulling on your chin with the other hand, putting pressure on your spine as you can feel yourself slowly building toward release in Kenny's powerful, skillful grip.