No more ball busting. Now for a different kind of ball-busting.

I was pretty confident I could handle things from here. I was the better wrestler with a wealth of experience and knowledge, there was no way Rex was going to walk away as the victor this day. As I planned my next move, my thought process was cut off when Rex grabbed a handful of my wavy brown locks. His other hand reached down to my moistening dick, clutching it through my trunks, and lifting me to my feet. In an instant, Rex had tossed me into the ropes, bouncing me off of them, preparing another attack. My body was still recovering from all of the previous damage, and I didn’t have enough time to catch my breath, so I inadvertently ran towards Rex. I was unable to stop myself from rushing right into his open arms. Rex tossed me into the air and let me fall back down towards his raised knee.

My balls were cruelly dumped onto Rex’s knee, the crushing blow causing my eyes to tear up, and my voice to become shrill. I shrieked into the air, my yells of anguish echoing within the garage, as Rex’s knee dug into my crotch. The dark splotch on my trunks became darker and larger, more precum being squeezed out of my turgid dick by the spine-tingling Inverted Atomic Drop. I hopped up and down comically, clutching my pearls, and bouncing about the ring. My hands graced the edges of my cock, accidentally giving myself goosebumps, as I howled into the air. Things were quickly going awry and I needed to put Rex in his place before the match was over. I waited for him to approach me so I could sneakily shuffle behind him and hit him with a German Suplex. It was the safest bet given the circumstances, and it was sure to keep a fresh wrestler like him down for the three count.