Not yet, but I can't fight back...

You feel your cock twitching, precum drooling from your tip from all the attention. You’re drooling from the mouth as well, spit trickling past your lips as Kenny ruthlessly chokes the life out of you while continuing to pump your cock. You feel your vision blurring as your lungs start to burn right before Kenny finally releases you. You fall onto your back with a thump and a soft, exhausted groan.

Kenny pulls his Speedo off, revealing his long, hard cock. He grabs your ankles before you can start to react and folds you in half for a matchbook pin, the thick tip of his cock prodding against your asshole before he pushes into you, hips beginning to piston in and out as his hips slap against yours with a rhythmic, meaty slap. Your cock bobs up and down threateningly - pointing right at your face - as Kenny fucks you mercilessly, the audience of other fighters yelling encouragement at Kenny and all manner of degrading taunts at you.

“It varies based on how sadistic your opponent is, but this is probably around the time most of your matches will end as a Jobber. You did good, Tiger. Go ahead and cum now, we both know you want to.” You know you ought to try and resist, especially with the messy consequences cumming now would have for you, but your stamina is completely tapped. Kenny’s cock continues hammering your ass, and you cum all over your own face and chest with a guttural groan after a few more thrusts. He pulls out with a smirk, grabbing your cock and flicking the last few droplets of cum onto your face before standing up and letting you flop to the canvas.

Kenny looks down at you with a smirk, eyes raking up and down your body as he decides what to do with you…