Kickout!

My confidence is quickly rising at the sight of your predicament and the cheers of the crowd, who are now mostly in my favor.

With desperation sinking in and no other option available, you attempt to use your legs to throw me off, lifting them up and crossing your caves around my head before yanking them back down, throwing me backwards.

"Aaagh!" I cry out in a surprised yelp as I lose balance and my shoulders hit the mat near your legs.

While the position should have made it a very obvious move it was very effective, perhaps due to my inexperience in the ring, and you take a deep gasps of air as soon as the seal between your mouth and my shiny blue bulge is broken.

"Fuck you!" you snarl at me, as we struggle for position again.

In a **** attempt to keep my dominant position and avoid a reversal, I grasp between your legs with one hand and squeeze.

You immediately feel your strength weaken as pain and humiliation fill you, and once again feel yourself racing against the clock to find an answer before it's too late.