Give him a gassy "happy" ending

You approached the femboy, ready to mess him up for challenging you in the locker room.

"No..Wait! It's n-not fair! You're just some stupid woman. W-wrestling isn't a sport for soft girls like you!" You stopped in front of the femboy, who's face was filled with fear and nervousness. But between his legs, you noticed a little excitement working it's way up. "S-sammy doesn't need to waste his time with some stupid jobber woman in the ring..T-that's what we're for!" The femboys bulge seemed to twitch with each word he said, giving off how he really felt about all of this.

You giggled, and sat in front of him. You began to pat at his bulge, rubbing it gently. "You aren't some kind of virgin..Are you?" You had full control over the femboy, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He blushed red, his bulge sticking up further from your teasing words. "N-No! No I'm not..Gnnh..I j-just won't ever lose to some s-stupid woman! T-that's all!"

The femboy shyly released a moan, his body betraying how much he was enjoying this. You reached around his bulge, giving it a gentle stroking off. "Don't tell me this is your first time with a Woman's touch...I guess you aren't a man after all~" You began to stroke his boner gently, rubbing against it with your hand. The femboy had no desire to resist or fight back, spreading his legs to allow your handjob attack on him.

"S-shut up! I-I'm a man...I'm not some shrimp who doesn't know what he's doing...! Ah..Ah.." It felt good to tease the pathetic femboy wrestler, seeing his soft moans while in the palm of your hand. There was no turning things around now, his cock was doing all of the thinking for him. "If you're a man...Why can't you beat me huh? Aren't I supposed to be a soft...weak...girl?"

You rubbed his cock quicker with each word, pressing your hand in more against his bulge. "Are all men this bad at wrestling? Hmmmm? Unable to handle a woman's touch between their legs~" You began to **** the femboy to lie down, mounting on top of it. "Ha...Ha...I'm not gonna lose to this..Gnh.."

You sat on top of his face, not releasing your grip on his boner bulge. It felt so hard, excited and **** to release already. "Oh? But you're losing right now~ Wrestling isn't just for horny pervert femboys like you...~" You started to stroke him off quicker, releasing a fart on his face as you jacked him off.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

"Hnngh!"

The femboy moaned in pleasure, his cock twitching rapidly in your hand. "No...No..I-I'm supposed to be the one farting on you..Ha.." The femboys bulge was already starting to leak, a hint of pre cum filling the front of his outfit. "Oh? Are you gonna cum now? Go on. Let it all out to my butt~"

The femboy discarded all of his dignity, beginning to thrust up his bulge against your hand. "Ugh..Hnngh...F-fart on me..Please!" The femboy was so shameless, confessing how much he wanted to be farted on to cum. With your opponent so helpless, pathetic and at your mercy..There was no way you couldn't indulge him just a little.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

SPLAT!

His outfit began to soil with cum, filling quickly with a large premature cum stain all over the front. "I hate this.. Hnngh.." The femboy protested while you milked him. You cut a second fart on his face, just for good measure.

BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

SPLAT!

A second smaller burst of cum released into his outfit. The femboy unleashed all that he had in his balls, filling his outfit with a highly embarassing cum stain. You dismounted from him, putting your hands on his hips. "Guess you aren't a man after all~ Just a pervert who came to smell my farts..!"

The femboy clutched between his legs, getting up and hiding the cum stain. "T-this isn't over...I-I'll get you next time!" He ran right out of the locker room, attempting to hide his horrible cumming. His friends had fled while you farted on him, afraid of being the next stinky victim.

With the femboys defeated. You could finally prepare for your match with Sammy.