Chapter 18
by 
Smuckbuttery
What's next?
Headlock
Dropping my unresisting arms which instinctively drop to cup between my legs, you put your right shoulder above my head and quickly wrap your arm around my neck clamping in a tight headlock. I jump and wiggle to try and escape, but you've already locked in the hold, violently jerking my head and neck around. My cries of agony are pathetic squeaks, muffled by your arm and side. In desperation I slap and grab wildly with my arms, the stress on my neck unbearable as you continue working it over, angling steeply to the side to really stretch my neck out. Off to a dominant start, you can hear some of the crowd cement themselves into your corner by starting a chant of "The Champ! The Champ! The Champ!" After a few more violent tugs on my neck are met with pitiful squeals of pain, you consider your next move.
What's next?
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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