No, I throw an elbow to get him off me!

You struggle to fight through the fog of pleasure clouding your brain as Kenny's lightly-callused hand sends waves of it coursing through your body with every firm pump of your cock, but you manage to get clear enough of the fog to slam your elbow backward hard, catching Kenny in the ribs and forcing him to release you with a stream of rather creative invectives, the small audience of other fighters laughing and jeering at Kenny a bit as you manage to fight back. You lie on your back and take a moment to catch your breath, cock still throbbing from the unintentional edging you just got.

You start to get up, pushing up to your hands and knees. Suddenly, Kenny kicks you hard in the ribs, sending you back down with a cry of pain. He glares down at you with irritation as he grabs your ankles and lifts them, spreading apart a bit to expose your stiff cock. "Really? You don't fight back the whole match, and all of a sudden you decide to be difficult at the last moment?" He shakes his head and rolls his eyes with a humorless chuckle. "Fine, if you want to make things harder for yourself, I'll show you what you're really in for."

He lifts a boot, slamming it down painfully onto your exposed cock and balls. That familiar twin rush of pain and pleasure jolts through you, so intense that you can't even cry out. Kenny starts grinding down on your bare package, pleasuring and tormenting you at the same time. You can feel your cock throbbing against the sole of his wrestling boot, and each pulse of pleasure is accompanied by an equally strong lance of pain as the boot's tread rubs harshly against the most sensitive part of your body. Despite the immense pain, your cock is throbbing intensely, and you muse internally that you're discovering a lot about yourself today as you realize that you're struggling not to cum from this painful genital assault.