The terms are set.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. Because I’m such a nice guy. I’m not going to release these pics, but in exchange, you have to do what I say, when I say it.” I clenched my jaw as Rex started laying out his insane demands. I wanted to protest and complain, but I knew I had no leverage, so I listened intently. “I’m not going to ask you to do anything too unreasonable. I’m not a monster. But you are now going to be my personal jobber. Wrestling me whenever I tell you to, taking whatever move I tell you to, losing whenever I tell you to. Not like you could win if you tried, being the jobber that you are.” I winced in emotional pain as he said those words. They weren’t entirely inaccurate, I did have a tendency to lose most of my matches, and the ones I did win were DQ victories. If only he knew that I let him win, sorta. Not that it mattered now anyway.

“And no more wearing red gear. Jobbers wear hot pink. Shimmery silky satin trunks. And make sure their real small, gotta show off those rosy cheeks. That’s the only kind of gear you deserve to wear. So that everybody knows at first glance that you’re nothing but a jobber. So make sure you have some by tomorrow. And don’t expect me to reimburse you either.” Rex ordered, his true colours shining through as he laid out his demands. “The pink also matches your blushing cheeks... All four of em. Haha!” As he pointed out my blushing cheeks and buns, I could feel my body get warm with embarrassment, making my entire body blush a rosy shade of pink. “Rosy cheeks hm... I’m sure that’s the real reason behind your ring name, ain’t it?” My face turned beet red with rage. I was quite furious that he figured out the real origins of my ring name. I’ve been on the receiving end of a spanking more times than I’d like to admit. Unfortunately for me, the name stuck.

“So my jobber... Do you understand the terms?” Rex asked me as he started looking through all the pics he took of me. “Yeah... I do.” I mumbled, breathing a heavy sigh as I resigned myself to my fate. “Sorry, what was that? You must address me as sir! Bitch!” Rex demanded as he swiftly swung his foot into the base of my balls. “Ooooof!!! Grrrr... Y-yes sir...” I muttered under my breath, taking a moment to massage my busted balls. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Could you say that a little louder?” Rex asked of me while delivering another brutal blow to my balls. “Aieeeee!!! YES SIR!!!” I shrieked in a high-pitched voice, my erect cock sputtering out a second orgasm after the genital ****. And in that moment, I realized I remained horny during that entire conversation, as I unleashed another load of cum into my red trunks.