Let the fists soar and the spit fly.

While I squirmed and writhed on the mat, playing up the effects of the Suplex, in the corner of my eye I could see Rex posing for the imaginary crowd. The successful Suplex had him filled to the brim with confidence. Mission accomplished I suppose. Rex was really feeling the upswing at this point, quickly bringing me to my feet to dole out more punishment. I knew I had to make it convincing, he probably wouldn’t be feeling so proud if I didn’t put up a fight, so I threw out some lackadaisical swings of my fist. Each of my punches whiffed, Rex ducking them with ease, before winding his arm back. My eyes went wide as I watched his arm swiftly soar into my chest, letting him nail me with a flesh-rippling Chest Chop.

Whap! Wam! Bam! Slap! Each slap caused my hefty chest to jiggle, my skin to redden, and sweat to go flying. I backed up slowly after every blow, retreating to the ropes, and leaning against them for support. The Chest Chops continued, riddling my chest with red marks. I yelped and yipped in distress, my chest getting lit up by the brutal barrage of blows. I could feel my dick twitch slightly when every chop made contact with my flesh. My mind drifted to thoughts of my chest the next day, bruised and swollen, aching from the relentless onslaught I willingly endured. Maybe I was giving Rex too much offence, maybe I was making a fool of myself, but for some reason I craved more. Whether it was morbid curiosity or something more salacious, I was still unsure.

“Wow! You’re like my own personal punching bag! Hold on! Maybe we should put that to the test.” Rex pondered aloud, putting an end to the chops, only the ball his hands into fists. I groaned softly, leaning back against the ropes, my chest heaving up and down as I sucked in air. As Rex wound back his fist, I relaxed my belly, letting my abs fade and my fat show. I knew what was coming and the opportunity to counter was present. I chose not to capitalize, instead opting to suffer the fast approaching beatdown. Pow! Boom! Bam! Wham! Boof! Rex’s fists drilled deep into my gut, causing my belly to cave in, and my stomach to flatten under the **** of the blows. The crushing **** of gut punches **** spit to fly out of my mouth, leaving a drop of drool to slowly drip from my bottom lip, as I grunted and groaned after every hit. One last uppercut to my battered belly made me double over in agony, **** to rub my aching abs, as I staggered away from the ropes.

Rex moved out of the way, letting me lazily walk towards the center of the ring. I was completely debilitated by the belly beating, barely able to remain standing, as I patted my tummy. I looked down at my red undies, shocked to see a tent forming, my arousal catching me completely off guard. I was so taken aback by this sudden development, that I didn’t even realize that Rex was already preparing for his next move. Up until now I had let him hit me with everything he threw my way, but this time was completely accidental. The fresh wrestler wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his groin into my plump rump, rubbing his clothed genitals against my perky bottom. I wasn’t sure if he wasn’t doing this intentionally, but it was causing my tingling balls to alight with a spark of desire.