Not yet...

Your cock is drooling and twitching from all the attention, and you're drooling as well, spit dribbling past your lips as you feel the life getting choked out of you. Your head is starting to swim when Kenny finally releases you, letting you slump onto your back with a soft groan. He pulls his Speedo off, revealing his thick, hard cock. He grabs your ankles while you're still sucking down oxygen and folds you in half, his cock pushing against your asshole before he thrusts into you while pinning you down in a matchbook pin, your own dick pointed at your face and bobbing threateningly as his hips piston back and forth.

"It'll vary based on how sadistic your opponent is, but this is around the time most of your matches should end as a Jobber. So... go ahead and cum, now, 'Tiger', you know you want to." You know you should resist, especially with the consequences cumming now would have, but your stamina is completely tapped. With a few more of Kenny's thrusts into you, you cum all over your own face, painting your face and upper chest white as you let out a guttural groan. Kenny pulls out with a smirk, looking your defeated body up and down as he decides what to do with you...