A wave of boos with a barely audible scattering of applause echoed around the large room. That's right, I was a heel. Didn't bother me. Any attention was good attention. I immediately snapped into character and raised my arms above my head as I walked into the small arena. I puffed out my chest and expressed mock anger a their disapproval, mean mugged the camera as I marched past. After climbing up into the ring I turned around, flexing and posing my muscles, making deep manly grunts, basking in my own vanity, driving the crowd up into further contempt.
"And up against him, at 310 pounds, feel the heat of Flaming Fury!"
The crowd immediately began cheering as Hugo stepped out in a large over coat. He stretched out his arms and large flames shot from his sleeves only driving the crowd wilder. He threw off the jacket, and climbed up on top of the ropes doing a back flip landing into the ring, landing with a loud thud, before turning pumping one fist in the air. The crowd was loving it.
The memory of the loose script we had discussed was coming back piece by piece. I walked up to him and shoved him in the back, eliciting more boos. We continued with some light rough housing as the ref came and broke us up.
The crowd settled as I started our prematch banter.
"I'm gonna snuff out your candle little man!"
"We'll see how big you are when you're the one getting knocked down Bull Dozer" He responded.
We had a bit more back and forth until the bell rang and the fight began.
We immediately rushed each other and I picked him up with ease, flipping him and tossing him on the ground. I tried to pin him, but he dodged out of the way and fake kneed me in the face as I pretended to stagger back. This was actually pretty fun. We did a few more basic moves, getting into and breaking out of joint lock holds, bouncing against the ropes, and pretending to elbow each other. I generally used my larger size to act like a bully and my opponent used his agility to get around my lumbering frame. At some point the ref pretended to look the other way and I grabbed a chair from outside the ring and swung it at Hugo. He deftly ducked and shifted past me, before grappling me from behind in a full nelson causing me to drop the chair to the ground in a clatter as he pulled us back against the edge of the ring.
That was when I felt something pressed up against my ass crack. The feeling caused another memory flashed back. A week ago, I had run into Hugo at the gym and caught a glimpse at his cock in the showers. It flopped against his thighs like a fat sausage, at least six inches flaccid with big a set of plump hairy balls, and now picturing that big meat pressed up against me I could feel stirring in my over-tight shorts as the shifting the paper towels generated friction against my hard little nail of a penis. I released a pleasure moan that I hope I could pass off as part of the act. Our sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other was deeply arousing to me and I could feel my tiny dick twitching and begging for release.
Flaming Fury loosened the grip from one of his arms and moved a hand down my left hip. I tried to block out the sensual tingle I got from this hung muscle man's firm touch. It was taking all my concentration not to ejaculate right then and their. That was when I felt a sudden painful tightness in my trunks. Time seemed to slow down and another memory came flooding back to me. Me and Hugo had discussed a finishing move where he would toss me out of the ring. He'd signal by grabbing my waistband and I was supposed to assist him by jumping. But I had missed the signal. As Hugo pulled up with all his might not only did I realize there wasn't enough time to jump, my body weight was pulling downward as my knees buckled with sexual pleasure.
**RIIIIP**
Hugo tore my shorts right off me and the bundle of paper towels fell to the floor. Hugo staggered backwards releasing me and still holding onto my trunks. When I no longer had his muscular body to keep me steady I collapsed onto my back with my little stiffy pointing to the ceiling. The movement was too much for me to handle. I groaned in anguish and pleasure as my newly exposed micropenis fired a squirlet of cum straight up into the air. I could hear the crowd simultaneously laughing, booing and making noises of disgust at my undignified display. The commentator made a remark about me not being so big after all. The thrilling overload of stimulation mixed with everyone's attention kept my entire body shaking uncontrollably pleasure. I wasn't even able to move to cover myself up.
I laid on the ground for ten seconds sobbing in orgasmic bliss as the ref declared the match over. Flaming Fury walked over and dropped my torn trunks over my tear strewn face. He then placed a foot on my chest as he was declared a winner. I started coming down from my orgasm and was getting a sudden sense of post nut clarity. Too little too late I moved my hands to hide my shamefully pathetic wet little weewee. There was no way my reputation would ever recover from this