Sparring match

“How about we have a little sparring match?” Torres said with her arms still folded. “A what?” I replied. I could barely get the words out. My throat felt tight and dry. "I heard what you could do on the volleyball court so now I’m wondering what you could do in the ring. We could have a little sparring session and after that, I might tell you the whereabouts of your clothes….”

“Wait, you want me to be like this?” I asked in shock. She then walked up to me with purpose took my hands by the wrist and parted my arms revealing my semi-hard cock to her. “Just….like this.” She said in a stern voice. I felt completely at the mercy of her. “Now follow me.” She said.

She swiftly turned around and began walking across the gym that I had grown accustomed to being stark naked in. Once again, I could hear the patter of my feet and my butt jiggling as my cock and balls swayed back and forth. I felt like I was walking to my doom. This woman towered over me and I felt like she could have her way with me if she wanted. I definitely felt like the weak one in this situation. We went through another corridor on the other side were once in, there was the weight room, and on the other side of that was the boxing ring and to the side of that, the wrestling mats.