Chapter 22
by 
Fardd
Can you stop me?
Too slow
Seeing my foot begin to rocket down, you raise your arms to try and hold it back, but it’s too little, too late.
Just as you send the strength to divert my leg, it’s already made devastating contact with your orbs, blinding you with pain as I grind your manhood underheel. You lift my leg up and lose the strength just as fast as my foot comes down again.
You whimper in pain as you hover your hands around your crotch, helpless to stop my ****.
I let out a smirk as I eye you. “Think we’re about done here,” I hum, “but first!”
I lift my foot off, giving you relief before I peel your outfit down, exposing your manhood to the heated air of the ring. I grab a handful of your balls, bidding to **** you to your feet by them.
What do I do next?
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I'm a pretty shy person, always have been. I avoid conflict and competition I'm cripplingly afraid of losing, it's the most humiliating thing ever! Somehow despite this, my wife Kelsey has talked me into trying pro-style wrestling at a anything goes ring at the local night club. She promised the best sex of my life if I win! She even picked out an outfit for me, which I can't help but wonder what she was thinking. It's a tiny blue speedo that barely holds me in, paired with matching wrist cuffs and even a choker! It's super embarrassing (is it even going to stay on?!), but Kelsie assures me that I look crazy hot, which is apparently important for these fights. It's too late to back out now anyways... Just gotta keep my focus and do my best now. It's a blind match-up, so I won't know who my opponent is until we're in the ring, so hopefully things go well for me!
Updated on Mar 4, 2026
by Smuckbuttery
Created on May 21, 2022
by Smuckbuttery
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