The Muscle Punishment ﹠ Humiliation Society

Paetus: I walk out to my usual Dire Straits song in my blue gi and black belt, a little apprehensive for my first fight in this new organization. The lights are a little lower, the crowd is a little more raucous. This crowd doesn’t know me, and I’m aware I’m not that impressive looking a guy walking out to the ring. The results of my last match haven’t made me feel any better about that. When I get ringside, I take off my jacket and belt and fold them, respectfully placing them on the apron. Then I slide into the ring barefoot in my gi pants. I bow to the center of the ring, then to the ref, then wait for my opponent. I don't know who I'm up against. As I understand it, I'm about to find out.

Rassle: I was told the challenger comes out first. I see my opponent and say he is gonna b mine. Smirk. I come out as the lights go dim. Then the announcer says. and here is the 3rd ranked strong experienced mean wrestler of our Underground Hotshots FED. I run toward the ring and the crowd shouts. RASSLE RASSLE RASSLE.

Rassle: I climb the outs of the ring. cheer back at my horny crowd. And flex to my crowd my 5’9” 218 lbs. solid muscles wearing my Green trunks and barefoot and my MEAN black mask.

Rassle: Grab the top rope and jump over the rope and land inside the ring looking at my opponent and smirk and smile. POoor guy he is gonna be my next victim. I go to my corner

Rassle:

Paetus: I don’t know you, but I’ve heard of you. You’re a bit of a legend. Initially I feel kind of privileged. The crowd loves you—maybe after the match I can ask you for some tips on how to get the crowd behind you. Then, once you’re in the ring, I see you look at me. I see the smirk. Irrational heat rises in my chest. Fuck. Another guy who doesn’t take me seriously. Another guy who looks at me and sees a walkover.

Paetus: Still, you’re senior to me in this organization. The appropriate thing is to show respect. I look across the ring at you and bow, deeper than I did to the referee. Then I look up, waiting for the bell to signal the start of the match. Instead, the referee summons us both to the center. He looks at me, and then at you, and says: “NHB rules, no disqualifications, I’m only here to stop somebody from getting killed—any match stipulations from the wrestlers?” He looks specifically to you. I look at you, and that smirk of yours has turned into a condescending grin under your mask. And in your eyes I see just…perfect assurance that you’re going to crush me. After my last match I can’t fucking stand that look.

Paetus: “I’ve got one,” I say, heated, out of turn. “If I win this guy has to admit to this crowd that I’m better than he is.” The crowd ‘oooohs’ at the audacity of that.

Rassle: I look at my opponent. Turn to the crowd and cheer them. They respond with RASSLE. RASSLE.

Rassle: The Ref calls us to the center. Say it is a NHB. I smile. Then I hear the little man telling the Ref thru the mike that IF HE WINS. I laugh. LMAO… my crowd woohs… I said. To the crowd… NOT IF… WHEN I WIN there was no stakes set … but loser will acknowledge who is the MAN here by dropping to his knees and KISS WINNERS BALLS, LICK HIS BALLS AND COCK AND SUCKS HIS COCK IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.

Rassle: Then pull back to my corner LMAO and wait for the bell. Ref calls for the bell … ding ding ding.

Paetus: I agree to your stakes rapidly, heatedly, and quickly enough the bell rings. I come out in a wrestling stance, reaching for a rear-hand collar tie with my right but upon closing, instead of clinching I shoot and swing on my knee to a low single leg pick on your left leg, lifting it into the air and attempting to sweep your remaining right leg to put you on your back right off the bat.

Rassle: I was so cocky that when the bell sounded. I was not concentrating in my opponent as I come out…. Smirking at u…. FUCK

Rassle: Feel ur knee sweeping my leg sending me to the canvas on my ass … I quickly drop on my back and send a ROYAL kick to ur guys sending u flying back to the ropes

Paetus: I brace my midsection for the upkick, but it still pushes me across the ring to the middle of the ropes of the adjacent side. You are worryingly strong. I have been practicing in pro rings recently though, so maybe this is a good chance to try something I've learned. I drop myself back into those ropes to give myself a slingshot of momentum, then use it to accelerate me back at you, then just as you stand I try to deliver a full speed dropkick to the center of your chest.

Rassle: After ur quick knee I was not as cocky as I was. I so u coming at me bouncing from the ropes as I stand. I move quickly and dk a step tk the side and ur kick touches my chest but no full impact from the drop kick. Manage to grab ur feet and and with my other arm I swing a hard MEAN elbow on ur quad bruising ur muscle and let u fall to the canvas

Rassle: I move away watching u in pain.

Paetus: The elbow digs in--it's sharper than it looks, and you hit harder than it seems like you should. Fuck. I try not to make a sound, and I try to get to my feet as quickly as possible, but you can see--and the crowd can see--that it takes me a second to shake it off, my first steps are wobbly as the initial pain starts to subside. I move back in, trying to use my lefty wrestling stance to my advantage, looking to see if I can draw out some movement. When I see you reach, I attempt an arm drag on the reaching arm, trying to use it to get behind you.

Rassle: The crowd reacted. YEAB RASSLE DESTROY THAT BOY …that made me feel cocky again … look at U and with an EVIL 😈 SMIRK and smile

Rassle: I approach u to grab u by ur hair as u shake ur leg and see a purple spot on ur WUAD muscle as u grab my arm and try to drag it behind me. U r quick but i am experienced. So as u drag my arm I turn and head lock u with my other arm and POWER SQUEEZE UR NECK

Paetus: You square up before I can secure back position and immediately headlock me with your free arm, attempting something like a guillotine choke. Your experience shows. So does your strength. The squeeze is...awful. It's not perfectly positioned to function as a blood choke, but the pressure is so great a part of me worries my jaw will break. But I'm strong too. Stronger than you think I am. And with your arm committed to this crushing pressure, you can't prevent me from grabbing a full high crotch grip. I push my hips in, though with the headlock the angle isn't perfect. I bend my legs and lift with the kind of explosion you get from years of amateur wrestling. If my positioning were perfect the lift would be easy--you're well in my range--but as it is the lift takes every bit of effort to accomplish. But I manage, to the crowd's shock, to pull you off the ground. Then I turn and drop you on your head.

Paetus:

Paetus:

Rassle: I was applying a full power head lock that was taking a toll of ur jaw and neck. Not the best position for the head lock but was taking a toll of ur neck and compressing ur jaw. When I feel my crotch getting grabbed when u use ur wrestling skills to pull me up my 218 lbs while h using lots of strength. As u pull me up in a crotch grip I didn’t let ur head lock go so as you pull me up ur neck got sort of ripped off and as u drop me down head first… ur head still in my head lock came down with me as both crash down on the canvas.

Rassle: As u perform a drop on my head it could b a risky fall but well aware of the fall I manage to protect my head by rolling my body in and turning to the side … tuck my chin … with free arm slap the canvas with with arm and hand to absorb the impact… as u fall with me … pull u in by by ur head facing me and wrap my legs on ur neck hook my ankles together and apply a hard head scissor choke and smother ur face onto my balls

Rassle:

Paetus: You manage to avoid the brunt of the fall with a solid breakfall, though it’s still a tough drop—the grunt you make when we hit the floor isn’t as pained as I was hoping for, but I’ll take what I can get. You keep the headlock as long as you can, dragging me down with you, though at least initially with me on top, but in the scramble after the fall you manage to pull me into a head scissors. I know what to do in this position, but that doesn’t mean I want to do it. To keep myself from going out, I need to make sure that your thighs are on my jaw, cheeks, or face, and not able to compress my neck from the sides. That means, in this position, that I have to…nod my head down into your bulge. I can smell the sweat on your trunks, and feel your hardening cock through it, as I’m forced to lean in. I try not to think about it as a foretaste of things to come. I walk my legs up toward your head, keeping my spine as straight as possible, allowing me to slowly inch my head out from between your thighs. As your thighs climb higher on my face, the pressure intensifies, and again I’m worried my jaw, and then a few seconds later my cheekbones, might bruise or even break. And as I worm away, there comes a point when my whole face is covered and I can’t breathe. I fight the panic and continue the escape. I’m not going down like this.

Paetus: The effort is substantial, and I had just spent a bunch of energy lifting you, but with diligent, correct technique and stubborn drive I eventually make my way out, pulling my head free and gulping down air. I am burning a lot of energy, and the five or six seconds during that escape where I couldn’t breathe at all cost me too. No time to waste, though. I immediately grab your top leg I just shoved off—your left--and throw my right leg across it, pulling you immediately into what in Jiu-Jitsu we call the “saddle” position. I grab your foot and attack an inside heelhook, which torques your foot but ultimately attacks the ligaments in your knee.

Paetus:

Rassle: Shit. This boy knows how to grapple. But I know he used almost all his energy and he is about running on empty strength. I don’t panic and sat … look at this bitch. SMIRK. point my toes tk ease my ankle and turn my body and heel forward to push him out and lift me closer to this bitch with hips raising so he has trouble holding my foot and create some space …. rotate my body and dipping your knee through the attacking line, rather than rolling blindly to avoid knee impact and with my other foot I KICK UR CHEST WITH ALL MY MIGHT… wham bam till I pull my foot out and get u taking hard kicks. Once foot was off I pull me up and land on ur guts with a hard knee sending u back and gasping for air.

Paetus: I tough out the first few kicks while I continue to try to secure the heel hook, then, whether by chance or design, one of your heel strikes drives into the right, lower portion of my abs, just beneath the ribcage, and digs into the liver. It’s like being hit by a taser, only much more painful. My legs immediately go limp and I curl up in a ball instinctively. As soon as I do, though, you’re on me, pulling me up, then driving a heavy knee into me and landing on me. I wasn’t prepared for that, and it drives the air out of my lungs and I can feel the nauseating pain of vital organs compressing under immense force and weight. Through the pain, I have a random memory of being dropped by a knee like this during an MMA sparring round with a heavyweight, and being scolded by my oldest brother. ‘What did you expect?’ he had said. ‘This is why weight classes exist.’ My cheeks flush, that past embarrassment bleeding into the present.

Paetus: You drop on me, knee still driving into me, but I shrimp reflexively, pushing your knee off me and on to the floor, then I technical stand directly off the successful shrimp. As you move to grab me I land a short lead hook to your jaw—nowhere near enough to put you out, but enough to stun you, and to give me time to generate some distance and try to recover. For a moment we circle. I am having trouble breathing through the pain from the heel to my liver and that crushing knee. Weak breathing means my ability to recover is weaker, and given the energy I’ve spent, I’m in danger of running out of gas very soon. Maybe if I can avoid contact for a while I can refill my tanks a little as the pain dulls. I doubt you’ll let me.

Rassle: I pull in to attack u and grab ur left hand. But u surprise me with a hook punch on my jaw. It did little but enough to make me dizzy for a couple seconds as I let u standing. Pull me back… and mad i charge in with all my 218 lbs of muscle mass shoulder to abs. Raising u off ur feet and carry u off ur toes and SLAM ur back real hard on the turnbuckle … after it felt like a BULLDOZER ran into u and ur arms over the top tops holding u dazed. And to make it worse i knee and hit just under the right rib cage making u scream in pain.

Paetus: The rhinoceros charge, and the strikes in the turnbuckle, threaten to break ribs that have only recently healed since my last fight. The knee doesn’t quite dig to the liver like your heel did, but it still manages to force all the air out of my lungs, straining my diaphragm and bruising my lower ribs. The sound I make as the knee lands isn't dignified, or even obviously human. I can’t take punishment like this, but just sitting here and trying to defend it won’t stop you. The corner prevents me from circling away, so I do what I always do when things look bad: I attack. As you focus on my midsection, I throw a left elbow at your head. It lands. I fire a right elbow. It lands too. You dig into my ribs again with a crushing right hand, and I reply with an uppercut. After a few more trades—and I’m not in a position to make trades—I clinch and throw a knee, one that pushes you more than it hits you, my energy almost spent. But it pushes you back far enough that I’m able to circle out of the corner, and as you chase I time a beautiful foot sweep on your lead leg, tripping you and putting you on your butt just long enough that I can get back to the center. The crowd pops at the foot sweep, but I know that sweeps aren’t throws—it made you fall, but did no real damage. Its purpose, which it served, was to give me a little breathing room.

Paetus: I’m beginning to realize it’s too little, too late. My movement is sluggish now, far slower than it was when the match started. I’m badly out of breath but every deep breath I take is painful. My mind is starting to desert me, too. I can’t visualize winning anymore. And I’m…scared. Not just that I’ll lose this match, but that dealing with your kind of power could get me hurt. And there’s a deeper worry, too. One becoming harder and harder to ignore. After getting crushed and fucked in my last match, and beaten to hell in this one…maybe you’re right about me. Maybe I am just some little victim to be brutalized. Maybe I’m not worth taking seriously as a fighter.

Rassle: The strike of ur back against the turnbuckle knock out lots of ur stamina and strength and energy left u on empty even if u were able to push me back. That didn’t cut me off from coming back at u even harder and with more desire to end U totally mine as my strength and muscles have lots to give U. I was cocky after U that u were able to come out the corner hurt and circle me and even able sweep my leg and go on my ass. I smirk. This BOY has lots to put up with a superior man and able to keep me back. Well not for too long…

Rassle: I go back to the center in a defiant attitude … well we shall see that MY LITTLE MAN … get up and smile at U. Rush in grab ur hand swing u hard and with force to the close t ropes and get u to hit ur aching back in the ropes… hear u let a groan of pain as u bounce back at me and I was ready with my right thick arm hooked on ur neck to CLOTHESLINE as kit looks like I am decapitating U and send u flying in n ur ass and ur back to the ropes

Rassle:

Rassle: The crowd got up and I hear HOLY FUCK RASSLE almost cut the head of the BOY. Ans others cheer RASSLE RASSLE RASSLE

Paetus: The clothesline hits so hard I end up backflipping, landing belly down, stunned, vision fuzzy, chest numb from an impact too hard for my nerves to fully register. I hear a high-pitched whine and the lights seem brighter, almost blinding for a second. Then I lock back in, I climb up to my hands and knees and look around for you. I see you standing over me. I try to grab your ankle and drive my shoulder into your leg to drop you with a low single, but you just push my head into the floor. I’m out of everything. Out of gas. Out of tricks. Out of options. Out of this match.

Paetus: The warrior inside me tells me I can’t quit, that honor demands I continue to fight even when things are hopeless. I look up at you, trying to show you some defiance. I hope that's what you see--I hope that's what the crowd sees. I hope you don't see the fear I'm really feeling.

Rassle: I see my BOY. He is trying to hold himself together. U breathe hard trying to show u can fight me… U walk toward me… step in send an hard kick to ur guys making u bend forward as I broke ur abs grab ur head between my legs, squeeze them tight … forcing you down i slide my arms under ur armpits. Loch ur hurting guts ans hoist U upside down and worn no mercy …. WHAM Drop tk my ass and PILEDRIVE … BOY HEAD AND NECK HITS THE CANVAS SK HARD THAT HE FINDS HIMSELF CONVULSING ON THE CANVAS… I get up and look at the crowd… This boy is mine … roll u on ur belly … grab ur trunks and peel it off ur ass … knee down loosing ur legs together as u still dazed … slap ur hot ass buns leaving my hand mark in ur pretty white ass

Rassle: BOY U E GETTING A BIG SPANKING … and cheer the crowd.

Rassle:

Rassle:

Paetus: The piledriver puts me out for a moment. When I wake up, I find my gi pants and compression shorts are gone. I've been stripped naked in a wrestling ring in front of thousands of people yet again. Worse, I'm bent over your knee, ass in the air. I'm only fully back to reality an instant before your hand slaps my ass with a thunderous clap. The pain is memorable--I will remember it--but the humiliation is far worse. This is my worst nightmare. Being so outclassed I get treated like a naughty child rather than a capable fighter. Making it worse, the slap draws an undignified, involuntary yelp out of me, not a manly sound--a sound like a puppy whose tail has just been stepped on. "Fuck, Rassle, please..." I say, not sure what I'm asking for other than for this to stop.

Rassle: I walk the ring as u plead me to not to humiliate u more. … I look at u and laugh. Look at my fans. They want u to b punished till u beg for mercy and submission to a SIPERIOR MAN … I brag u my ur hips. As U bend in half. Lift u as u fold in 2… Ans parade h showing ur ass with TWO RED MARKS … on each bubble ass cheeks.

Rassle: the crowd laugh… u start to ask for mercy and humiliation beyond anything u ever had in life. I just drop u to the canvas after showing ur naked ass… and h hit ur neck and grunt. I pull u up by ur hair to ur feet … drop shoulder into ur lower back ans from behind I grab ur crotch. Squeezing ur naked balls ans find u were precum leaking with a hardon… lift u over me shoulder and TORTURE RACK u holding u by ur balls and ur neck to bend ur spine like a pretzel

Rassle:

Paetus: You lift me in a tight cradle, holding me like a baby. I try to kick out but my knees are compressed to my chest--the most I can do is flail my feet around, which looks comical and does no good. You parade me around the ring, showing your complete domination and the spank marks on my ass to every single person, lingering long enough for anyone who wants one to take a close up picture. I am staring vacantly into the middle distance. I probably have tears running down my cheeks but I can't tell--some part of my brain won't let me completely acknowledge that what is happening is real. Then you drop me like garbage and reality comes crashing back.

Paetus: "No...shit...no..." I say weakly as I feel your hands in my hair, pulling me up. You lift me by my crotch, your hand fondling my naked dick, up onto your shoulders for the torture rack. I only realize, as this happens, that my dick has gotten hard since you took control of the match. I thought I had pinned the meter in terms of shame, but no--realizing that, for the second time in as many matches, a crowd of thousands is seeing how much I enjoy being dominated makes things much worse.

Paetus: You start to bend my spine, and a part of me wonders if I should just let you break me. Would that restore some of the honor I've lost?

Rassle: After the humiliation showing ur hot naked ass to my fans .. and then drop j like a thrash bag… and hoisting u over me shoulder into ur a TORTURE RACK … I bend U with all my strength and MAN POWER to now hurt ur back. … ur spine bend to the MAX. The pain shoots to excruciating limits … then u realize I have u by ur naked balls… POWER BALL CLAW… u just scram like a bitch … pain shoots … I parade U showing ur rock hard cock leaking wet precum … I make sure the crowd watches. … I saw a few guys pulling their cell and taking pics of ur cock leaking. And ur face I. Pain… desperate as I feel tears coming from ur eyes…. I don’t ask for a submission cuz… I am loving and enjoying the pain u r in…

Rassle: To make it worse I start to FLICK on each nut making u scream from ur ball pain. I sho a huge smile to the crowd as I show ur face with tears and ur balls being FLICK and ur rock hard cock showing u love PAIN AND PLEASURE

Rassle:

Rassle:

Paetus: You claw my balls in the rack, drawing a scream I didn't know I had in me. My world is pain, a kind of hell. A combination of unthinkable physical pain, and the kind of degradation I couldn't have even imagined a few months ago. I yelp as you flick the first of my nuts, then wail as you flick the second. I'm not a warrior. I'm not a fighter. I'm not even a man. I'm an object--a toy that turns pain into pleasure. And in the midst of this torture, my cock is getting harder and harder, betraying me while the rest of me is broken bit by bit. You aren't trying to break me yet, though--right now you're just trying to cause me pain. I can't submit to this, it would be deeply dishonorable to submit before real injury was threatened--to submit from pain and humiliation alone. But a part of me wants to. And that part is growing stronger and more persuasive by the second.

Rassle: I am enjoying having my opponent over my shoulder as U YELP each flick on each NUT as my BOY TOY … each flick u YELP louder till a few more I hear u begging me . No more … no more …. As I am breaking U slowly …. I stop flicking and change ur TORTURE to a TAP TAP TAP with my open hand on each nut … the yelps changed into Groans and then screaming me to stop… hold ur torture till he says Pleasereeee… grab ur sore nuts in pain and a good hold of ur chin and start bouncing walking around the ring pulling u hard to inflict severe pain on ur spine …. SO BOY WHAT YA GONNA SAY TO ME? Submit to ur SUPERIOR MACHO? Eh?

Rassle:

Rassle: As u leak precum … grab ur hard cock and stroke ur cock real fast to FORCE U TO CUM. SUBMIT BOY

Rassle: Submit my boy. I DONT BREAK MY TOYS

Paetus: Years of wrestling at a low weight class has given me an admirably flexible back. Even as you pull me down harder on your shoulders, I can’t justify to myself that I’m about to break. I want you to stop, and I say as much—I scream at you to stop, I think, but things seem so unreal now I’m not completely sure. But I don’t say I submit. I won’t say it. I won’t say it except to save myself from injury. I have this one shred of my dignity and honor left, I can’t give it up. You start to slap my balls, I scream, beg you to stop, but I refuse to say I submit. You bounce me up and down, and still I refuse.

Paetus: Then I feel your hand on my cock. I realize again that it is rock hard. My stomach fills with fear and dread, and my cheeks go flush with shame. It’s hard to tell from the outside, but I bet my whole body turns red. You start to stroke, hard and fast. I immediately start to react.

Paetus: “No, no no no no no!” I beg, whimpering with increasing panic. I try to grab your hands with mine and pull them off my cock but your bouncing and the angle rob me of the strength I’d need. I’m faced with an awful choice: give up my last shred of honor and dignity and tap even though blowing my load won’t physically hurt me, or let these people see the true shameful depths of me—a hunger to be dominated so deep that I can be forced to cum by a stranger while he tortures me.

Paetus: I can’t submit. But…it’s happening. I’m going to cum. In front of these people. I’m going to be made to cum and they’ll all see it. But…I can’t….My mind starts to fade out as the pleasure rises, as my body clenches in anticipation. “I SUBMIT!” I scream, my voice breaking into a sob, desperate for you to stop. “I SUBMIT I SUBMIT I SUBMIT I SUBMIT!”

Paetus: Then, hysterical panic as I realize I’m too late. I’ve crossed the line. Or maybe the act of submitting itself pushed me over. One final stroke and I explode violently in your hand, shooting cum past my head with the initial blast, then all over my stomach and chest. As the aftershocks continue, I’m sobbing in earnest. I submitted without threat of injury, and still blew my load in front of these people. I’ve proved to myself that I’m a coward, and proved to you and to the crowd that I’m a fraud—not a competitor, just a hungry bottom who gets off on humiliation. 

Rassle: I had this smaller guy up my shoulders TORTURED to the point any man will surrender to the pain of his back stretched to the MAX before breaking. To the ball squeezes that for any male BALLS HURTS… and then FLICKS after FLICKS straight to his balls making him YELP after YELP … and when I use my open hand to TAP on each ball hard… he held his own… I GIVE CREDIT TO A GUY LIKE HIM FOR BEING BRAVE

Rassle: All these tortures made him enjoy the pain and pleasure as I noticed that even if tears were coming off his eyes … his COCK got harder and harder and leaks precum as he had his cum to release. I notice that. Since I had respect for him. I grabbed his cock. Using his own precum as lube I jerked him hard … stroke him good to FORCE HIM TO CUM… and he did…. He shot so hard that the first rope of cum came over and landed in his face and moth making him TASTE HIS OWN. 

Rassle: Just before exploding in CUM he submitted cuz his male pride was destroyed as he showed that he ENJOYED PAIN AND PLEASURE … I collected all the cum over his belly and let him fall like a garbage bag right at my feet and drop down to School Boy Pin him to give him his own cum from my hands as I keep him on his back looking at my bottom boy

Rassle: I pulled my green speedos and my cock point at my boy as I SBP. … u know what to say and do BOY

Rassle:

Paetus: As you pin me, as I feel my scapulae kiss the mat, my hips buck instinctively, as though the match is still going. I go nowhere, your weight and strength keeping me flat. Your cock and balls are in my face, and my hands are pinned above my head. I'm a Judo black belt. I was a state champion wrestler. I've won dozens of BJJ tournaments. I'm 12-2 in MMA. And you stripped me naked, put me your shoulders, and jerked me to completion while I screamed my submission. Now you're sitting on my chest, pinning me like you're play wrestling with a child. I can't take it. Any position but this one. Any position but one where I'm pinned. Any position but one where I'm trapped under a larger man. I can't move my arms because you're controlling them, and you're too high for me to bridge you off, so I try to invert. But I'm too small, you're too big, and instead of me pushing you off me with my legs, you catch my legs and lean forward, trapping my feet between your armpits and compressing me, making the pin even worse, even more humiliating. You settle forward, your cock and balls even closer now than before. "Please..." I ask weakly. "Just let me up. I'll do what we agreed. Just don't make me do it here."

Paetus:

Rassle: I hold u down. U r too weak to push me off… U tried to use ur legs to push me out. Hahaha NO WAY JOSE… u r my bitch and h submitted. So u don’t give a fuck if u think u can escape U can’t so I start to rub my cock with my pre um and make u taste my precum. … slap ur face hard to make u open ur mouth as u yell and TEA CUP MY BALLS into ur mouth

Rassle: as u r helpless and pinned i consider u my property and pull my balls and drop my ball inside the TEA CUP

Paetus: I can see the hunger in your eyes, even if the mask obscures your face. I know there won't be any mercy, and in this position, I can't imagine how I would escape. You drop your balls in my mouth and I...accept them. I have no hope of escape except by trying to please you, so that is what I try to do. I lick them. Kiss them. Suck them. I try to focus on the task, and not the situation, but I'm constantly aware that I'm naked, pinned, and folded in this ridiculous position.

Rassle: Nice bitch. U kiss and licked and sucked me balls as sign that u r accepting being my defeated boy.

Rassle: I kept u folded with ur legs trapped in a spladle hold but SBP

Rassle: I slide back and now I had my 7Up thick cock head at ur lips. I spit on ur face and mouth edging my cock head more as it licks my precum on ur lips and U taste my alpha precum. And brush my cock on ur lips. KISS LICK SUCK BITCH… and slap ur face cheeks hard ti let u know ur alpha macho is not kidding or going ez

Rassle:

Paetus: You spit on my face as I start to kiss the head of your cock. At this point, I barely notice. There is not much that could happen that would make this more degrading, more demeaning. I kiss up and down your shaft, then lick up and down it, trying to maximize the pressure with my tongue to give you as much sensation as possible. Then I open my mouth and let your cock in. I have to raise my head off the mat to accept most of it. I seal my lips around you, and try to use my tongue to support my efforts as I bob, as well as I can, on your cock.

Rassle: Good boy. Now u know WHO IS UR ALPHA MACHO. As U kiss and lick my 7” thick UC cock I moan in pleasure but u finally take my cock in ur mouth and wrap ur tongue as a Pro cock sucker and make me want to go deep. … I grab the back of u head raised. And thrust in real deep into ur throat making u gag. … hold u there with my balls on ur chin as ur eyes go wide and try to pull ur head back but not letting u… hold u there as ur eyes look at me giving up any fight in u and just desperate to breathe. I take my cock out and say I AM UR MAN NOW…. Get up and just grab u feet. Pull u to the edge of the ring pull u out the ring. … scoop u over my shoulder in a FIRE MAN CARRY hold with ur ass exposed to the crowd … I just finger ur sweaty asshole and carry u to the locker and tell the crowd. THIS BOY IS MINE AND TAKING HIM HOME … smirk… LMAO … walk out to the locker room

Rassle:

Rassle:

Paetus: As you drag me out of the ring and lift me over your shoulder, I want to protest that this wasn't the deal--that I already did what I said I would--but I now know I can't stop you, and at least some part of me is thrilled to be claimed like this. The other part of me--the warrior inside me--is broken and no longer resists, accepting this additional humiliation as the just penalty for my failure.