Chapter 17
by 
Smuckbuttery
What's next?
Slide up for a smother
Determined to humiliate me, you seize this opportunity and quickly slide your hips forwards, up over my chest. My messy dark hair whips around my eyes as I violently shake my head when I see what you're doing, a mix of desperation and disbelief filling me. Unfortunately for me, I hadn't regained enough oxygen yet to try and mount any real defense, and you keep sliding up until the red spandex tightly wrapped around your bulge is brushing over my chin.
A ridiculous move that the audience absolutely eats up; a cacophony of laughs, gasps, and cheers fills the air as you wiggle your manhood over me, chasing my face as I swivel left to right to try and avoid having your bulge directly on my mouth.
How effective is your smother?
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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