Perverse T. Collects the Boyscout

Boyscout is in hell, but then that's his natural state when in the ring. He's been matched against Miss T. the Teacher of Pain and he's learned enough to graduate with a double masters. He lies on the mat, his hands over his balls which ache from repeated kicking. The rest of his body is bruised and lacerated from the rest of the beating. Miss T stands laughing over him, her fist flexing. She's not about to pin him, however. She isn't finished with him.

The Boyscout doesn't know how much more he can take...but after a moment, he sees someone on a skateboard charging for the ring. He leaps up and it's only when the young man smashes the skateboard against Miss T's head and takes her roughly from behind that he realizes that it's Timmy Luv, now known as Perverse T. Apparently, he's come by his name honestly.

"Run for it, bro!" Timmy shouts to the Boyscout, "I'll keep her busy."

As Miss T. scrabbles about, trying to escape and (much to her shame) cumming wildly on Perverse T's cock, the Boyscout takes his advice and runs for it. He ends up in the locker room, crouching behind the lockers, gasping for breath and sobbing in shame. Later, Perverse T. finds him.

"Gonna be alright, bro?" he asks.

"I think so," says Boyscout, "thanks for saving my ass...literally."

"Yeah," says T, helping Boyscout up, "I saw the size of that strapon. Hey, it's your birthday today, ain't it?"

"You're probably the only one who remembered," says Boyscout bitterly.

"Well," says T, "I kinda organized a bash for ya tonight. You come by my place and you'll have a party you'll never forget."

"Oh yeah?" Boyscout says, "thanks...I'll be there. The Luv Ranch, right?"

"Uh, no," says T, "my family's not thrilled with my recent change...so I'm shackin' up with Big Mama."

Boyscout is instantly filled with dread, but T is quick to reassure him.

"Don't worry," he says soothingly, "I wouldn't lead you into danger. We got lots of fun planned for you. Trust me, you'll love it."