My 1st Guy Experience, (part 2)

As I returned to my dressing room, I knew that I was in for a fight. Davis was a hothead, I'd proven that to myself. I thought it best to speak to the promoter/manager about Davis. I was sure that he wouldn't follow the script we had agreed upon. I removed my street clothes and began to get in my wresting gear. I always wore white spandex tights, with a white thong underneath. White boots and white knee pads. I adjusted my mask and tied the draw string in a double knot, good and secure. I was mindful that Davis would be pulling at my mask, that I could expect. I slipped on my white leather look ring jacket as I heard the ring bell sounding for the main event introductions. A light knocking on my dressing room door, and in walked Susy, one of the showgirls and strippers. The tall redhead was to be my e****t to the ring. She said, follow me sugar, and smiled a sultry, yet sweet grin. Where's Bill? I asked, (Bill Scott, the promoter), she shrugged, at ringside I guess, she replied. Well, so much for speaking to him about Davis and the script. I then heard the announcement, from parts unknown, the challenger, The White Knight. Susy and I quickly moved down the hall and out upon the club floor. As we entered the ring, I held the ropes apart as Susy stepped over the middle rope, her shiny silver mini dress crept up to reveal to all that she had no panties on. Cat calls, whistles and cheers from the big crowd filled the air. The announcer then began the introduction of Davis, he proclaimed "and the champion at 242 pounds", his voice was then drowned out with crowd noise. Here came Davis running toward the ring, the crowd cheered as he shot under the bottom rope and bounded to his feet. Without a moments delay he charged across the ring and delivered a football style tackle that sent me reeling into the corner post. Susy was sent sprawling across the ring apron, and everyone got a good look as her dress was up over her hips. The referee was busy helping Susy compose herself and exit the ring all the while Davis was slamming me with one forearm after another. I sat flat on my ass, in the corner as Davis pounded the living shit out of me. Finally, the ref, having taken care of Susy began to persuade Davis to cease and back off, as I was in the ropes. As Davis backed off, at the ref's intervention, I attempted to gain my footing. Dizzy from the pounding, my legs buckled, I crumpled in a fetal position. Davis walked around me, waving and gesturing at the crowd, then he kicked me in the ass with the side of his foot. With that I was flat on my stomach, still wearing my ring jacket, Davis grabbed me by the collar and flipped me over on my back. He flopped down on me for the pin. His big bulging ball package smothering my face. Somehow I managed to kick out. Again he grabbed the collar of my jacket, this time helping me out of my wardrobe he pulled my jacket off and tossed it aside. Rolling over on my stomach, to prevent another pin fall attempt, my head was spinning. Davis then grabbed a big handful of my tights, lifting me up off the mat with a extreme wedgie he tossed me through the ropes and out of the ring. Lying on the floor, I was aware of all the jeers and whistles from the fans. I adjusted my trunks, got them out of my ass crack! I was then aware of another thing, I needed to get back up into the ring, or be counted out. Davis, helped me with that! With another extreme wedgie he hurled me under the ropes and into the ring. Lying flat on my back, Davis dropped on top of me for the pin. Again his crotch and big package smothered me as he sat on my face and held me down with his hands on my chest. Somehow I was able to again kick out. Davis then grabbed the top of my mask and lifted me up off the mat onto my knees. There I was, with my trunks wedged in my ass, for all to see and my face in Davis' bulging package. The crowd loved this, as cheers,whistles and lewd taunts filled the club. "Looks like he's sucking his cock !!!", someone yelled. Oh yes, "he's a dick sucker!!", someone else shouted. Still on my knees, my bare ass for all to see, my face remained buried in Davis' sweaty package. For some reason, I began to almost enjoy his abuse. He was kicking my ass, but good! He pulled some punches, but some others, not so much. Then he began to go for my mask. With both hands, grabbing the top of my mask he pulled upward, stretching it several inches. I knew that it wouldn't come off that way, because of the drawstring. My face all the time buried in his junk, Davis tired of pulling and stretching it to no avail, he then went after the drawstring and began to attempt to untie it. No...asshole !!, I shouted. Don't do that!! Not on script you son of a bitch!! Well....he wasn't stopping he was going to unmask me right there and then. In desperation I grabbed the back of his tights and yanked them down. With his thong clad ass on display, the crowd went wild. He never let up, still he was working on the double knot of my mask's drawstring. He had it untied !!! Oh shit!! I held on to my mask as Davis began to pull my mask from my face. Oddly enough, I had to bury my face in his bulging junk to hide my exposed face. In a total act of final desperation, I yanked his thong down to the ultimate delight of the crowd. Davis let go of my mask as he stood naked with his trunks and thong down around his boots. His big thick cock was semi hard as he was exposed for all to see. Pulling his trunks up, he slapped me hard across the face and I landed flat upon my back. With me on my back he came close to me, hovering over me his face near mine, he whispered, you suck my dick and I won't tear your mask off. It was a combination of a fear of being unmasked and the almost "turn on" of getting my ass kicked. So, I agreed...yeah Davis, leave my mask alone and I'll do it. Do what? He said. I'll suck your dick. OK, you little cocksucker...he sneered as he grabbed me and lifted me high overhead for a thundering body slam. Again he lifted me high over his head and slammed me hard onto the mat. Davis then dropped on me, sitting on my face, my nose and mouth buried in his sweaty, musky crotch he grabbed my legs and hooked them up high, I was in an almost U shape,trunks wedged in my ass, I was exposed in an embarrassing fashion. The referee began the count, 1.....2....the referee paused....I struggled, but couldn't break free....3.....ding,ding,ding. Davis, the ass, had gone off script. In what was to be a time limit draw he had whipped my ass in less than five minutes. Worst of all, I was giving a man a blow job !!!! .........to be continued