Scott's Fate

The next few weeks were ruff. The first match was against Christophe. The kid used me for practice, applying every power move in the book. The video is pretty much just me having my head planted in the canvas and my body convulsing. I think I counted 9 piledrivers in total before he finally broke me in on that 12inch cock.

Week 2 was a handicap match where I was constantly double teamed and ended up spit roasted and DP’ed for the first time. That hurt like hell.

The last match was never ending submission holds. It didn’t matter how much I quit, the guy kept them on until I passed out, and then woke me up to do it all over again. I was milked 5 times before the match was over, and by the time I was getting fucked, I couldn’t even get hard anymore.

It was finally time to meet up with Tibor again. I had been training my ass off waiting to win my freedom. Tibor stepped into the ring, grabbed his cock and said:

Tibor: Miss me soldier?

I instantly dropped to my knees and begged to suck his big Russian cock. Tibor had succeeded in turning me into a true jobber bitch. All I wanted was to be his punching bag and his cum dumpster and the man was only too happy to oblige. He fucked my face until I swallowed, kicked my ass for a few rounds, filled my ass with his juice and left me there for the crowd. I haven’t won a match since.