Worm Dick Wrestler
By Eddie Mustang.
I was announced and made my way out to the ring. The audience of mostly women booed and laughed as I made my way to the ring and climbed in. I posed, flexing my arms, then slipped my leather jacket off. I felt so exposed in my tiny trunks.
Then my opponent made her entrance. That’s right, I’d be wrestling a woman. Not just any woman, but a former ladies’ champion who had come out of retirement for this match. In her 60s, she still looked strong and in good shape. She pointed at my bulge.
“That’s the smallest bulge I’ve ever seen, you worm dick!” she shouted.
The crowd laughed and cheered.
“I’m going to destroy you, then rip your tiny dick off!” she snarled.
Fuck, I was scared. She looked really mean. I adjusted my bulge self-consciously, pointing my manhood up so it stood out more.
The match started, and the old woman took control straight away, grabbing me and throwing me across the ring. Then she was upon me. She slammed a knee up hard into my balls, and I fell to the canvas clutching them. She grabbed my legs, spread them, and slammed her big black boot down onto my manhood and balls.
“Go on… Ruin him!” screamed a woman in the crowd.
“Your dick is pathetic, you loser,” my female opponent shouted.
Then she reached down and started to rub my cock through my trunks.
“Let’s see if he can get hard. If he can, I might go easy on him.”
I focused all my energy on thinking sexy thoughts, trying to get hard, but it was no good; I couldn’t. My dick is literally about an inch in size and almost all foreskin. My opponent then reached into my tiny shiny trunks and grabbed my dick. She started pulling and twisting it. I cried out in pain and humiliation.
I could see that the old woman was getting wet. She was actually getting hot as she humiliated my tiny cock.
“That’s it, baby. Pull his tiny white cock off,” shouted my opponent’s husband, a large, muscular black man who was watching ringside. He was stroking his growing bulge.
I sobbed and cried as my dick was pulled.
“Someone stop her. She’s going to pull it off!” I shouted.
Women in the crowd cheered and laughed. I couldn’t believe it. I was on my back, having my dick pulled, in front of a huge crowd of women who wanted to see her pull my dick off. It was twisted, the bloodthirsty female fans wanting to see my manhood destroyed.
The evil bitch gave a final pull and let go. I looked down, and my tiny limp dick was hanging off. I clutched onto it, kicking my legs in pain. I was terrified it was actually going to fall off.
My opponent stood over me, touching herself.
“That felt so good,” she laughed. “Another male destroyed.”
My wife looked on. She’d watched the whole match from the front row of the audience.
“How can you let a woman do that to you. You’ve humiliated me!” my wife screamed.
“My dick, baby. My dick is hanging off. Come and help me,” I begged.
“I’ve had enough of putting up with your microdick, and you not being able to get hard. I wish she had pulled it off. Because if you come near me again, I’ll rip it off.”
I rolled out of the ring and hobbled back to the locker room, cradling my destroyed manhood. I’d never live it down. I was the worm dick wrestler who’d almost had his manhood pulled off.
I pulled on my black leather trousers and black leather jacket.
Only an hour ago, I’d arrived on my motorcycle in my leathers, feeling like a sexy stud. As I left the wrestling venue, women pointed at me and laughed. I’ve gone from stud to dud.
The End.
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