Ryan easily pins Max

I landed with a thud on my back that knocked the wind out of me. Cheers rang out from the bleachers.

Flat on the ground, dazed and staring straight at the ceiling, I felt Ryan’s weight.

He shifted forward, sitting on my stomach and pinning my arms to the mat as I struggled in vain to break free.

“Wow, that’s gotta be a new record for quickest pin! What do you think boys?” he yelled to the rest of the team’s laughter.

“Ok newby, I’ll give you a little wrestling lesson, right here, right now.”

Suddenly, Ryan flipped me over; my chin buried into the damp mat as he squeezed the back of my elbows so tight I let out an involuntary yelp. “I call this one the ‘Double Chicken Wing!’” he informed me.

He swung around the side, maneuvering me onto my back again, now with his ass towards me.

“Right where I want you,” he muttered.

I watched in horror as Ryan lowered his balls just an inch above my face.

“Kiss them.”

The wrestlers had their phones out, ready to document the humiliation.

“Are you crazy?!” I managed to yell, trying to resist.

Ryan pulled my arms back. I screamed in pain.

“If you want me to let go, you’re gonna do what I say,” he said.

With tears in my eyes, I lurched my neck forward, involuntarily catching a whiff of his unwashed sack. I tried hard not to gag as my lips touched the damp, bulging fabric. Giving in, I planted a short, efficient kiss.

The boys went crazy. “I CAN’T BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY DID IT!” they laughed.

“Dude, did you get that on camera??” another said.

“Yeah, look it’s all right here!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was my first week of college and already my life was ruined.

“Wait, keep rolling!” Ryan commanded, bringing his team to attention.

“He hasn’t met my butt yet.”

As if on cue, he wiggled his ass in my face and then: