Yes, but it's impossible for me to fight back...

You barely manage to hold back your orgasm as Kenny's boot continues to stomp and grind down on your defenseless package. He continues abusing your package for a moment, as if trying to make a point, before letting your legs drop to the canvas with a huffing sigh of frustration.

"Look, Jacobs, it's ace that you're no two-pump chump. But you're here to be a bloody Jobber. A nice-looking face that gets squashed to make someone look strong. If you last too long, people are going to wonder what's wrong with your opponent that they can't put you away already. It'll make them look bad. I don't recommend dragging it on like this. I don't normally like to do this, but to make my point I'm going to give my friends here an early chance at a piece of you." He gestures broadly outward. It takes you a moment, but you realize he's going to put you at the mercy of his spectating coworkers. Your eyes widen in alarm. He sighs again.

"As I say, it's not my usual bag, but we do sell front-row VIP tickets that allow those audience members to get in on the action if someone wants to subject their opponent to the groping masses. Certain members of the roster treat it as part of their gimmick, so you'll have to be wary of it. Take this as a learning opportunity." He lifts you up into a bridal carry, the small audience going practically feral as he carries you over to the ropes and tosses you over them, releasing you unto the mercy of his coworkers.

You can barely understand what's happening as you're surrounded and immediately put to use. Fingers, lips, and teeth tease and tug at your lips, your nipples, your cock. Your hands are grabbed and used to pleasure men, women, and gender non-conforming folks from all ends of the spectrum, and your mouth and cock are put to the same use as you're passed around by a mob of chattering, jeering strangers. Blonde hair, brown, black, red, blue. Lipstick, piercings, tattoos, freckles.

The only person you get a distinct look at is the one who makes you cum. Someone with a shock of deliberately-messy, dyed-white hair has wrapped their lips around your shaft and is dragging their pierced tongue up the bottom side in a way that drives you so crazy that you can't even begin to try and resist. You spurt three times down their throat, and they swallow it all before releasing your cock with a loud pop and a sigh of satisfaction.

Shortly thereafter, you're rolled back into the ring, covered in cum and sweat. You're too overwhelmed to move, so you lie on your back, staring at the ceiling. Kenny shakes his head, something approaching regret on his face as he decides what to do with you.