A man learns his place

He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and **** his cock all the way in. My body tried to get away, but I was trapped. His dick **** me to gag over and over again. My eyes started to water as I choked in my own spit.

Christoph: Look at me bitch.

I brought my eyes up to meet his. His expression was cold as he kept forcing my body to convulse around his dick. I wasn’t meant to enjoy this, I’m meant to know that I am just the hole that is getting fucked. He didn’t slow down, he just held on tight, letting his balls hit my throat as they swung. His breathing started getting heavy and he pushed me down to the base. His balls tightened, he started to moan loudly and the head of his dick swelled up in my throat. His hips bucked and I felt each shot fill my stomach with jizz. Each time I think he is done, another blast hits and I was drowning in Russian jock juice.

Christoph: Don’t spill a drop pussy boy.

His orgasm subsides, and I thought he’d let go, but I was wrong. He pushed his hips forward, held on tight with one hand and pinches my nose with the other. I struggled in vein, hearing him say “night night” before I choked and was knocked out on his dick.

I wake up and quickly realize the position I am in. I am on my back, my head hanging over the apron facing the crowd, my writs tied to the bottom rope and my ankles tied to the top ropes with my legs spread wide. My eyes come into focus and Peter is furiously jacking his cock in front my face. I have gotten him off enough times to know when he is close, and just like that, my face is coated with thick hot jizz. Nothing I could do to wipe it off when I hear Peter:

Peter: Fuck I always wanted to do that.

The crowd starts to cheer and I feel Tibor’s hands grab my hips tight. My body jumps a little as I feel that thick uncut 9incher slapping my balls. I swallow hard in anticipation. I lost, and I wanted to be treated like a loser.

Tibor: You ready for this winner’s cock soldier boy?

Scott: Yes, please fuck me sir.

Tibor: I told you this was gonna be dry, losers don’t deserve lube.

Scott: Please rip my ass open with that Russian cock sir.

Tibor pushed that fat head into my pucker and despite my words, my body tries to reject the victors rod. Every muscle in my body stiffens and pain is all I know as he forces his member into my American hole. I grit my teeth while he pushes in slow, but once the head is in, any mercy is over. He rams his full length into my hole and the screaming begins.

It feels like a red-hot poker is inside of me as he pulses in and out of my hole. The ring is filled with screams and grunts as phones capture every minute of my humiliation. It was too painful for me to get hard again, but he kept pounding my prostate until my limp dick shot a small load.

Tibor: This right solider bitch, you wanted to lose didn’t yah?

Scott: YES SIR!!!!!!

Tibor: Say it out loud solider.

Scott: I WANTED YOU TO KICK MY ASS!!!!!

Tibor: You ready for that winner’s load solider bitch?

Scott: YES SIR!!! BREED MY ASS!!!!

The moment I said it, Tibor started to grunt and push his cock in me to the hilt. I feel the head of his dick swell up and fire into me like a cannon. Each shot hit deeper, filling me up with that hot Russian spunk. He finished unloading but stayed inside me as he undid my restraints. Once my ankles were free he pulled out and I have never felt so empty. It was only for a moment as he pushed my ankles to the side of my head and replaced his cock with a butt plug.

Tibor: Now you keep that in until you get home, got that?

Scott: Yes sir.

I am laying there collapsed on the floor, the guys clear out the ring and I pass out from exhaustion. Once I finally wake up, I hit the shower, feeling the plug and winner’s load inside of me. I find a note on my locker, explaining that Peter is going to be training with Tibor until I am no longer a jobber bitch. With nothing left, I go home to finish my humiliation and get some much-needed rest.