Do the "Piranha"

Sick of the incessant humping and dome of musk making you lightheaded, once Frankie's dick pursed your lips, you bit down on his musky dick, making you sputter a bit but your teeth were able to clamp closed. Frankie, not expecting this at all and not even realizing you were still conscious, as he didn't realize how resilient of a jobber you are, yelped in pain as he immediately stopped and stared back at the audience with welled-up, watery eyes.

"YAAOOWW!! I need an ice pack, I need an ice pack!" Frankie yelled towards his manager, who was on the sidelines with the audience. His dick was swelling from inside his singlet and it was embarrassing him, and he was more fed-up than anything else.

"Ref? Is this move legal? Aye, it can't possibly be, are you kidding?" Frankie, practically throwing his words at the ref, was angered and in throbbing pain from this fiasco, was almost ready to quit.

The referee responded with...