A Singlet's Revenge

A sequel to A Possessive Singlet.

Fuck, I never knew wrestling could be so invigorating! As a human being, that is. Not that I’m complaining about my time as your singlet, little fella. I freaking loved it!

I adjusted my erect cock in my singlet and felt the fabric pushing back, recoiling at my touch. One of the straps fell off - it had been happening every hour or so since I put him on. That was starting to piss me off, to be frank. I had been such an obedient, supportive singlet, why could he not do the same for me?

I’m telling you, dude, if you don’t stop being a bitch, I’m gonna make this permanent. You were supposed to keep me as a singlet for a match and I ended up doing it for an entire season. Now it’s payback time.

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Mark, take me off, you fucking asshole! I’m sorry I didn’t turn you back sooner, you were just so damn comfortable… And the way you massaged my cock! It was glorious. Please, dude, I’m a wrestler, not a wrestler’s gear. Turn me back!

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I felt a painful pinch in my balls and yelped. That was the last straw. I went to the locker-room and started rubbing my boner, faster and faster, until I felt the familiar pressure building up.

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Wait, Mark, no, wait! I’m sorry, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to do that. Don’t cum on me dude, I don’t want to be stuck as a singlet. No, no, no, argh!

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I sat on the bench as I caught my breath. That had been a really good wank - who knew jerking off in your singlet could feel so good? I stood up and patted the yellow fabric, now a lot more submissive than before.

I hope you liked the taste of that buddy, ‘cause you’re gonna get a lot more over the next few… years.