“Hello,” I answered my phone.

“Hey, John, it’s Angela, do you remember me?”

It had been over a month ago when I had gotten a colostomy when I met Angela. She was the nurse who helped fulfill my CFNM fantasy. I still remember that long night, I think I had half the females in the hospital come through my room, most of them only to comment on my nudity.

True to her word, Angela, Becky, Trisha, and Daniella appeared in my room the next morning, thanking me for all the fun the day before. Angela removed the cage, and I was released from the restraints as well as the hospital. Today was the first time I had heard from any of them.

“Yes, I do.” I was afraid to say anything else.

“The girls and I have arranged another outing for you. Are you interested?”

“Agh ... what and when?”

“Next Saturday, we will meet in the morning and get you all ready for the early evening festivity.”

“We have something special planned for you tonight.” It was a 2 vs 1 match, the two women wrestlers versus me. Angela, Becky, and Daniella had arranged the whole thing. “They are going to strip and humiliate you during the matches. I know you will love being naked in the presence of everyone,” purred Angela.

“We are going to enjoy watching them abuse you tonight,” expressed Becky.

Before the introductions were made, Daniella gave me two blue pills to swallow. “Once you get hard, I want you to stay hard for a long time.”

Me, John Wenchman

Age: 50

Height: 6’

Weight: 195 lbs.

Competitive Record: 0-0-0 First match

Ashley ‘The Painmaker’

Age: 29

Height: 5’3”

Weight: 132 lbs.

Competitive Record: 15-2-4

Brenda

Age: 25

Height: 5’9”

Weight: 123 lbs.

Competitive Record: 10-3-1

I was in the center of the wrestling mat wearing nothing but my speedo. All my body hair has been removed.

My competition wore string bikinis showing the muscle definition in the arms, legs, and killer abs. Probably 50 people were in the crowd watching the match and were seated around the mat. On the mat with us, a female referee dressed in black and white striped booty shorts and a matching tank top. Her huge fake breast pushes out the top showing a lot of cleavage and side boob. She also wore black over-the-knee lace-up boots with small heels.

“OK, everyone, listen up.” The referee yelled, getting the crowd’s attention. “This is a mixed erotic wrestling match. We are going to have three 8-minute rounds. No standing and no hard striking of your opponents,” she winked toward the ladies. “This is a handicap tag match. So, when a legal tag is made.” Turning her eyes towards me. “The partners will have one minute to double team and humiliate their opponent.” Turning back to address the crowd. “After the three rounds, the winner will have a 15-minute bonus round to use and humiliate the loser however they see fit.”

I was on my knees facing my first opponent, who was on hers also. Ashley started the match, her athletic body and toned muscles stood out under the lights. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her apple-sized breasts filled out her bikini top nicely.

When the lady referee said to start, I picked my left foot up and stepped forward at the same time as reaching out to grab my opponent. Instead, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward. Her feet shot out from underneath her as she pulled herself under me. One of her legs went high between my legs, and her knee smashed into my scrotum and took my breath away.

The kneeing move should have been illegal and called a penalty. The referee not saying anything made me think it looked like an accident. The smirk on my adversary’s face as I fell on top of her let me know that she did it intentionally.

Before I could recover, she had my left arm outstretched with her head on the back of my shoulder and her arms locked around my neck. She started applying pressure, restricting my breathing. My left arm was now useless, sticking above my head. While I was trying to get out of the headlock, her short, limber body shifted as her athletic legs wrapped around my waist and started squeezing. I was having a hard time breathing with both the headlock and scissor-hold being forcibly applied.

She started trash-talking. “We are going to beat your ass so bad you will be begging us to fuck you before the match is even over.”

I managed to get my knees under me and my left hand on the ground, picking her up off the floor. I flipped us over on my side, breaking her headlock, but she kept the scissors-hold around my waist. With the way we landed, her top knee was now below my sternum, pushing on my diaphragm, making it extremely hard for me to breathe. She reached over and started twisting my nipple.

“I am a titty twister!” She yelled as I cried out in pain with what little breath I had left. My humiliation increased as the crowd started laughing at her verbal antics.

I worked my way into a sitting position, trying to dislodge her legs. She grabbed my arm, pulling it to her body, holding it tight. She quickly released her legs and then locked them back around my head. One arm and my head were on one side, and the other arm and my body were on the other.

Releasing my arm with one hand, she forcefully reached between my legs and grabbed the back of my speedo, staggering me again when her arm impacted my balls. As I cried out, the referee did not penalize her again for the hard hit. She started pulling my speedo down my legs, gaining more points for undressing me.

“Ha! A little over a minute into the match, and I am already stripping you.” She mocked me.

With my speedo holding my knees together, she had more leverage to roll me onto my back, applying more pressure to my shoulder and elbow with the arm bar. With my suit now around my ankles lying on my back it was plain for all to see that I had on a rubber cock ring behind my hairless balls. The ring bunched up my balls, making them an easy target for my opponents.

“It looks as if someone handicapped him before the match even started. I need to check it a little closer.” The referee declared bending down, squeezing and pulling at my balls, making me howl as Ashley poked three fingers in my open mouth, choking off my screams.

“The cock ring will be allowed,” the referee, declared giving my balls a final unsympathetic hard squeeze before she stood up.

Ashley’s legs loosened their grip, so I was able to work my free arm up between her legs, but it was only a ploy as she now locked her legs around my waist again and pulled my face into her bosom, smothering me.

“Oh, I thought you would like your face between my tits,” I start getting lightheaded from lack of air.

I needed to be in a position to get some leverage to pull away from her. I was now on my knees with my ass in the air in my face buried between her tits. I did not realize where on the mat we were or the position I was in until the two women made a tag. This permitted them one free minute to molest me as a double team. Brenda, her partner wasted no time spreading my ass cheeks and jammed one finger up my exposed asshole. Not surprisingly her finger slid in easily as Angela had already prepared my anal shaft with lube before the match.

“Damn! That went in easily, I wonder if I could get two fingers in?” After only a few strokes, she started working a second and then a third finger to stretch my asshole. The crowd was cheering loudly as she continued fingering my ass.

“I can feel him moaning, finger his ass harder,” Ashley informed her. “You like being fingered; don’t you bitch?” She did not expect an answer as she continued to hold my face between her breasts. Time ran out before Brenda was able to get another finger in.

Brenda was taller, but slimmer than her partner, her small breasts barely making bulges underneath her bikini top. She quickly put me in a reverse headlock, fell over backwards, and wrapped her longer legs around my waist. She stuck the fingers that were previously in my ass into my mouth, making me suck them clean. “Suck your nasty ass juices off my fingers,” she whooped getting another loud cheer from the crowd.

Her feet started fondling my growing hard-on, working up and down my shaft, her heels banged into my balls, making me whine with each impact. I was now fully erect, and with the pills earlier, it was not going to shrink any time soon. Additionally, the tightness of the cock ring ensured I would retain my erection.

I was finally able to wiggle my way out of her hold, breaking the headlock. As I was awkwardly getting to my knees, she straddled my head, putting me into a head scissors hold. She laid on my back and reached under to viciously stroke my hard cock. “You have a nice cock and balls. Too bad we are going to destroy them,” she tells me.

I fall over and roll onto my back, and her legs slide down around my neck. After more wiggling and moving, the bend of her knee was under my chin, and my head was pulled back, and she choked me occasionally.

A tag was made again. Ashley jumped between my legs she lowered her head and swallowed my dick in her soft warm mouth. Her finger was quickly in my ass massaging my prostate. Before long, I was firing my spunk into her throat. She continued jacking all my fluids into her mouth.

“Open up,” said Brenda, pinching my nose shut as Ashley slithered up my body. She opened her mouth, allowing all the fluids in her mouth to dribble down into mine. Once again, the crowd cheered as my sperm was exchanged between us. She kissed me to make sure I swallowed it all.

Brenda released me and rolled away when the one-minute clock expired. Ashley placed my hands above my head straddling my head and arms grinding her pussy on my face. I raised my legs to dislodge her, but she grabbed them, leaning forward, bending me in half. I tapped out once again, she let go of my legs but followed them down, falling backwards, the back of her head banging into my balls. Her feet began slapping my face. “Kiss my feet!” She shoved her toes in my mouth. “Suck my toes!”