Foot Worship

"You're lucky I'm feeling nice, Rookie. Kiss my feet and I'll let you off lightly." Kenny lounges in the corner and takes his boots off. He lifts a foot toward you, making you crawl toward him and start kissing and licking his feet. He doesn't let you stop until your tongue is absolutely saturated in the tangy, sweaty taste of his feet in a way you don't think you'll ever truly be free of.

Once he's satisfied, he offers you a hand to help you up. A few seconds later, he's grabbed a towel and offered it to you for you to wipe your face off.

"That was decent work. You didn't put up much of a fight, but Jobbers don't have to. You lasted a good amount of time, and you look hot covered in cum. That's really the two criteria you need. You're gonna go far here, Rookie." Kenny chuckles and claps you on the shoulder, leaving the ring and letting you do so in your own time.

The next day, you crowd with the other wrestlers to see who you're facing on your very first match card.