Keep Moving Fast! Screw Caution!

You decide that your speed has won the day so far, and it would be foolish to change strategies now. You lower your head and dive forward, seeking to get his jock off of his feet.

The second you lean forward, you lose your balance slightly, and Ryan uses his superior intellect to take full advantage. He abruptly drops his weight on you seconds before you can secure his underwear from him, and you're left in a bad spot.

Ryan hasn't technically lost yet. His jockstrap still clings to his right foot. You, on the other hand, got twisted when you fell, and you're on your back. He's straddling your head. Far too late, you realize that you should've been more cautious.

Reaching down to grab your throat and hold you in place, Ryan dips his hips down, and you feel the tip of his cock and the weight of his balls on your face.

"No! Get Off!" You shout, kicking your feet pathetically. Ryan punches you in the stomach. You gasp for air.

The second your mouth opens, Ryan's balls are in your mouth. "Hmmph! Mmm mm! Mmm mm!" Your protest. You continue to wriggle and struggle fruitlessly as Ryan flexes his arms. You hear the distant sound of a bell ringing, followed by the referee's voice.

"Ryan wins by humiliation! The match is over!"

That's it. You lost. Ryan snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. You're so dumbstruck that you don't even notice the referee confiscate your jockstrap right off of your hips. Even with the round over and the crowd roaring, you continue to wriggle and writhe, kicking your feet and batting at Ryan's thighs as he teabags you. A camera flashes.