After my defeat and disgrace in the ring I ran to the dressing room...

I was sobbing and trying to shield my weak, defeated victim cock from view... It was still trailing semen from my gaping pisshole but it was not the good looking semen of a young virile man... I noticed for the first time that it was thin and watery, rather dull looking... It looked exhausted and weak... 

Fear gripped me... Was this the beginning of the end? My manhood was shattered, I had cried in public, I had been bested by a low sissy and now my seed looked suspect... Had Claire been right, was I turning into an old man... Were people starting to laugh at me... I thought of my mother... So afraid of old age... The look in the cloudy eyes... Confusion, fear, resentment... Was I getting that look? 

I was hiding my tear stained face in my dressing room... Then the sissy entered and he locked the door behind him... "I want you and I'm going to have you, because you're weak, you're a cry baby sook and I defeated you... What happed to the ice man Michael?", he said. 

"The tough man goes to water.", he added as he slapped my face and slammed his fist into my belly (the flat muscled belly I always flaunt)... I doubled over gasping and sobbing in pain... He laughed at me... So much for your legendary six pack... Six pack of marshmellows... You're not a hard man, you're a boy who has become a fragile old man and you didn't notice... He twisted my balls and I wailed... 

Then he threw me to the floor and, as I bawled my eyes out, he raped me... When he was finished he had damaged me and trickles of blood, semen and dirty shit water were running from my gaping, slack anus...

But I knew I was in love and I had to regain control... This was the man I had been waiting for all my life... Because I needed to tame him and break him and then make him pregnant as my bitch with my superb cock and intensely fertile semen...

It was time for Michael Walsh to do that last thing to make him a man... 

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