Timmy’s little jobber dick, hard from the eternity of heel-abuse Barrett subjected him to, wobbled and threatened to pop.The jobber stared blankly as Barrett lifted one of his pink-taped wrists up. Gay sex He grabbed Timmy by the throat, just hard enough to remind him of who’s in control.”You love this, don’t you?””Y-yes…” Timmy sniffled. Now be a good little sissy and tell Daddy what you want, or I’m gonna break you in half.”To underline his seriousness, Barrett summoned as big of a wad of spit as he could, and shot it square into Timmy’s face. The booker called him “Twinkletoes” behind his back when he went through the curtain. Timmy nodded stupidly, his eyes fluttering with little recognition. The ref helped Timmy up. The key to a good Atomic Drop is to hit your opponent’s tailbone on your knee. “Didn’t you hear me?”Barrett spat in Timmy’s face again. With Barrett’s stern gaze fixed upon him, he swallowed, and suppressed his urge to cough it up. Barrett, satisfied that Timmy was too broken to move or escape, spun him around to face the crowd.
