The Dragon's Jobber

For the next few minutes, Jack was helplessly pinned against the corner post with his opponent making out with him. It became more and more clear that Draco may have known about Jack's weakness before this had even begun. Not that he was complaining. As much as as he wanted to win, losing sometimes was so much more fun and hot for him, as they usually devolved into situations like this.

When Draco pulled him in closer, Jack moaned quietly, slowly grinding against the attractive dragon boy. Before the spirit had a chance to reply, he was thrown in a belly to belly suplex, sending Jack rolling to a stop in the center of the ring, where he would lay limp.

Throwing Frost into the centre of the ring, Draco would look at him with a devilish smile as he slowly removed his shoes and shorts, leaving the muscular man in nothing more then a set of tight black boxer briefs.

Walking over slowly as his jobber writhed in pain, Draco happily sat down on his chest and placed his feet on either side of his head, giving the spirit a great view of his crotch as he sat with a smirk. "Enjoying the match so far? See anything you like?" He asked, slowly rubbing his rear against Jack's chest as he did so.

Jack's body slammed back first into the canvas, convulsing with pain while Draco stripped off his shoes and shorts. Walking over, Draco sat down abruptly on Jack's chest, causing the young man to cough and gasp with the lack of air in his lungs. After a few moments, Jack looked into his opponent's eyes, "Yes on both counts."

Despite his situation, he winked at Draco, before letting his head fall back.

Staring down at Jack, Draco smirked at his response and said "Good, good....because there's a LOT more where that came from" as he grabbed his white hair. Once he had a good grip he pulled Frost up and smothered the spirit's face against his hardened crotch, rubbing it all over for some added humilation. "God this is so good..." Draco murmured as he continued.

"Ahhh." Jack groaned, feeling his face being forced against the hardened dick. This wasn't the worst thing to happen to him, but it did hurt his pride just a tad bit when he couldn't even get a minor bit of offense in. After a good few minutes of humiliation, the spirit's head was dropped back onto the canvas, where it lolled to the side with clouded eyes.