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With my eyes set on becoming a personal trainer  I was wealthy enough to be able to afford my own personal trainer Gary. He was a friendly, stocky but muscled guy of about thirty eight and I an aspiring twenty two year old with a yearning for a six pack.

Gary always wore a tight vest top showing off a spill of chest hair and short silky shorts that clung to an ample helping of cock.

Unsure of my own sexuality, a gawp at his shorts from time to time always got my own dick stirring and my thoughts racing.

Gary had his own home gym in a building separate to his house and one day asked if I’d like to train there rather than the crowded local gym.

Of course I jumped at the chance and was happy to find Gary in his usual attire of vest top and shorts.

I turned up already dressed in my own gym outfit of ‘T’ shirt and shorts cutting a figure of young would be muscle man.

Gary gave me a thorough work out utilising all of his home gym equipment and I ended up with my ‘T’ shirt sticking to me with sweat.

“Take your shirt off” he said “You’ll be more comfortable”,

So I did as he said and felt capable of continuing Gary’s strict exercise routine.

I was half way up the wall ladder rack when I almost fell off. Lucky for me Gary was there to grab me by the waist and hold me there. There was a moments lull as I came to realise that Gary was still holding me, his hands slipping onto my shorts as I looked around to look at him eye to eye.

The stare was one of sexual tension and Gary slowly began to ease my shorts off of my hips and down my legs exposing my bare arse and thighs.

Neither of us spoke and when Gary had my shorts at my ankles I automatically kicked them off leaving me stark naked.

Gary lowered my arse down to his face and immediately began to rim my hole much to my excitement. I squirmed my arse on his face taking his tongue inside my arsehole , the feeling of pleasure overwhelming me. Moaning and keeping my arse directly on his mouth, Gary licked and lapped at my hole with a ravenous lust as I clung to the wall ladder.

I could see that Gary’s shorts were bulging with an erection and the hunky guy was soon pulling out a very stiff cock to show me.

His prick was pretty big just as I imagined and his balls were held tight by the waistband of his silky shorts.

Having rimmed me for some minutes he gradually lowered my arse directly  down upon his straining erection. Wet with saliva, my arsehole slid over his un cut knob and eased right down to the base of his prick.

I was holding the wall ladder, my arse now full of cock waiting for Gary to start fucking.

What a great fuck he gave me too even with his shorts still tight beneath his balls. He banged my arse good and hard and I whimpered away taking it deep into my arsehole with every thrust.

“Let’s get on the exercise mat” he said “I can really fuck you good there”.

He helped to get me down on the mat, his rigid prick still deep in my arsehole and throbbing hot.

I was on all fours with Gary fucking me from behind his hands feeling my balls and wanking my own cock.

Quickening the pace, Gary began to hurry towards his climax as I moaned and groaned with the sheer power of the fuck.

His spunk was soon spurting up my arse and into my cum hungry gut as I wriggled my arse to get it all.

His wanking hand was soon drawing my own cum off which spurted across the exercise mat in five hefty jerks of my prick.

“Fuck mate!” he said “That was a good fuck”.

I agreed with him and we both headed to his house for a shower and clean up.

Gary’s shower was pretty small but he insisted I  join him to shower which meant that our bodies were touching a lot. The warm water sprayed our bodies and soapy lather ensured we were both sensually washed. He washed my back and I his and then facing each other with our cocks touching he leaned in and kissed me. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and we kissed whilst under the water spray, our bodies warm wet and glorious to touch. He stroked my butt cheeks and then began a soapy wank of my prick which I reciprocated. Both cocks once again rigid we were ready for some hot action.

“Lets get dry and go downstairs to my cellar” he said “I have other equipment down there”,

I was thinking he meant other gym stuff but when we were both dry, naked  and down in the cellar I discovered that he meant sexual equipment.

In he middle of the room hung a sling which  Gary said he wanted to get on.

He took a bottle of poppers from a draw in a cupboard and proceeded to get in the sling.

He opened the small bottle of poppers and took a massive sniff up each nostril.

“I hope you are going to fuck me” he said “I need fucking”.

He handed me the bottle of poppers and I snorted heavily on the vapours which took me into a lustful state of sexual need.

I spat onto my palm and then lathered my prick with my spit making it nice and wet then I pushed my cock against his eager waiting arsehole.

My dick edged into him and he took the poppers from me to take another massive hit.

“Fuck me!” he said “I want all of your cock inside me”.

I pushed hard and my prick went into his arse with a moan and groan from both of us. Another push and I was all the way in and ready to shaft him.

Gary’s arsehole felt like a warm honey pot and really tight around my pulsating cock. With the motion of the sling it was easy to start fucking and my knob was soon smacking Gary’s sensitive prostate making him yelp and enjoy yet another strong sniff of the poppers. He held the small bottle out to me and I happily snorted on the pungent vapours the effects of which had me fucking Gary faster.

At one point I was completely still, with the sling doing the work, going back and forth on my cock  and sending me into fucking gay heaven. I was soon pretty close to spurting, getting to that point of no return that every man loves but then Gary asked e if I’d like a go in the sling.

“Fuck yes!” was my instant reply and we changed places with Gary helping me to get on the sling and feel comfortable.

Gary’s cock looked ready to burst, it was long and thick and rampantly stiff, a cock that held some fear in the very heart of me.

“Sniff the poppers” he said, realising my nervousness “Your hole will soon relax for my cock”.

He held the little bottle of pleasure under my nose and I snorted on it greedily, the vapours making my head swirl and my yearning for Gary’s cock to go into over drive.

Gary held his prick against my hole and spat a load of saliva which hit the spot he wanted, my hole and his knob.

A further heady sniff of poppers and I felt Gary’s stiff, hot cock nudge into my arse.

Fuck! It felt so hot and nice, I needed him to fuck me.

He began to shag me nice and slow at first thrusting his cock deep into me as I opened up more.

A faster fucking had the sling rocking back and forth like a fucking fairground ride and I was whimpering as his big cock plunged hard into my quivering arse.

Holding still he too let the sling do the work by getting into a swing with my arsehole impaling his cock uncontrollably.

Fuck it was good and my whimpers turned into rabid growls as I snorted on the poppers again. Gary took the small bottle from me and huffed heavily on it. The look on his face was one of delirious pleasure as my arse impaled his dick to the balls.

“Do you like the sling mate?” he asked “Is it all you thought it would be?”

Holding the bottle to my nose again I could do nothing but sniff the vapours whilst taking his prick deep. We were booth soon over dosed on the  small bottle of poppers and shagging like fucking rabbits. My arsehole was on fire and twitching wildly against Gary’s relentless fucking cock and I knew that he was going to fill my arse with his spunk.

“Wooooooah!” he hollered “I’m gonna shoot” he said and he held the sling still whilst he jerked a massive load into my guts.

“Fuck! I can’t stop cumming” he said, the bottle again stuck to his nose as he unloaded his balls.

I began wanking furiously, my prick a solid stick of suckable joy.

Gary pulled from me and placed his open mouth just above my cock as I wanked.

My orgasm came with a force I’d never known before. My cum just leapt straight up into Gary’s open mouth and Gary was down on my spurting prick taking it down his throat as he played with my balls.

I shot a good load down his gullet as he tried to keep the sling still and it felt out of this world.

My exercise training became less and less as Gary and I were more interested in cock sucking and fucking.

My dreams of becoming a personal trainer soon faded but my dreams of finding a well hung fuck buddy had certainly come true.

“Johnny, wake up! You’re gonna be late for class. You need to get yourself together, son. Your father and I work hard to send you to college. Get your ass up, NOW!”

Johnny splayed out on his queen bed in his underwear laying on his stomach. His mother’s shrieking at him didn’t do anything to motivate him to move a muscle. He hadn’t showered in a couple of days and he could smell his own funk. He was looking haggard, he hadn’t shaved in a few days either. Johnny’s seasonal depression was overtaking him. That chill in the air, grey skies, light rain. It couldn’t be worse.

Johnny’s dad was eating his breakfast as he heard his wife yelling at their son and was becoming more impatient by the second.

”Helen, yelling at that lazy boy isn’t going to do anything. I’m gonna handle this. Go clean up the dishes and I’ll take it from here.”

Helen knew her husband ran on a short fuse. She’s seen her husband get this way before. Sure enough, he barreled through the hallway corridor and heard the crack of his black leather belt as he swatted his son right across the back and a few more to his ass. 

“Get your ass in gear! Get up you bastard! Don’t make me hit you again!”

Although Johnny was tall and strong himself, he was always intimidated by his father, especially when he was angry. Johnny fought back tears and scrambled to his bathroom. His dad’s belt continued to make contact with his naked back as he scurried to the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind him.

”I better hear that shower started. Your mother and I are fed up. You’re stinking up our house!”

His dad returned to the kitchen to grab his bagged lunch and said, “You see, I told you I’d get that boy out of bed. Have a nice day, honey.”

Helen slumped over the sink. She was beside herself. A hot tempered husband and an obstinate son, the two always going at it. It was a battle she wishes she didn’t have to mediate. She continued to clean up the morning dishes and waited for Johnny.

Meanwhile, poor Johnny stared at himself in the mirror. He turned around and saw red welts across his back. His father had gone hard on him. Then he looked at his face and saw his red swollen eyes, his scruffy face. Sure, he’d normally sported a goatee but it wasn’t shaped up in a few days and with five days of beard growth on the rest of his face he didn’t look healthy. Johnny didn’t care. He shrugged his shoulders, tugged off his white Jockey’s and stood under the hot water, barely able to take the soap to his body. He did a minimal job cleaning himself, toweled off and looked for some clothes on his bedroom floor that didn’t smell badly or look too dirty. Then he stumbled into the kitchen.

”Johnny, I don’t know what to do with you. You can’t continue to do this. I can’t control your father either. Figure it out. Go see Tim today. Don’t come back here until you do something. Your breakfast is on the table, don’t leave your dishes in the sink.” Then Helen put on her coat, grabbed her car keys and left for work.

Johnny ate some of his breakfast which was cold. He pushed his plate away and disregarded his mother’s request to clean up after himself.  He grabbed his backpack and set out to go to a couple of classes.

Around lunch time, Johnny texted Tim to ask about an appointment later in the day. Tim said he’d fit Johnny into his schedule if he could get there by 3pm. Johnny said that was fine because classes are over by 2pm.

Johnny arrived and the receptionist said Tim was expecting him, that it was fine to enter the room. 

“Ahh Johnny, my boy. You’re here. Please lock the door behind you. I don’t want us to be disturbed.  Son, you look terrible. Take a seat, tell me what’s going on.”

“Tim, I don’t know. I was feeling great for almost two weeks after I last saw you. But the past few days, I’m back to square one. I feel like such a loser. I don’t wanna get out of bed, I have no energy, life just sucks. I don’t like feeling like this but I just can’t shake it. My dad hates me, this morning he beat me with his belt!”

Johnny took off his shirt and showed Tim the bruises from the strapping that morning.

”Oh Johnny. I’m so sorry. I know your dad isn’t an easy man to live with. You’re too old to call child protective services. I wish there was something I could do.”

”No, I don’t want the authorities involved. My dad doesn’t know any better. His dad beat him, so he beats me. I’ll be alright. I know if I can get my shit together he’ll lay off me.”

”So you want another treatment? Is that why you’re here?”

”Yes. Please. I’m desperate. I need to do something. I don’t wanna go home like this.”

”OK, Johnny. I got you. Why don’t you come closer so we can get started.”

Johnny stood next to Tim and waited for further instruction.

”Show me how desperate you are, Johnny. I want you to beg me for it. Tell me what you want.”

”I want to suck your cock, Tim. I want to suck your cock so I can feel better. Please, Tim. Help me feel better.”

”That’s a good start. Now, get on your knees.”

Johnny dropped to his knees.

“Sniff my crotch. Put your face in it. Go on, do it.”

Johnny pushed his face into Tim’s crotch and could feel the length of that hardening stick against his cheek.

”Open my zipper and take it out. I’m not wearing any underwear today. I was expecting you. I knew you’d be back.”

Johnny pulled down Tim’s zipper and that hard cock sprung out like a jack in the box, its angry purple, swollen head right in his face. 

“Lick it. Lick it like a lollipop Johnny. Lick it like getting to the center will save your life. I wanna look down at you and see the hunger in your eyes.”

Johnny pulled his tongue out and began to lick the head, then maneuvered his face to lick the length of the underside up and back, getting a nice coat, all wet, moaning in delight feeling every nook and cranny.

”Take my balls in your mouth Johnny. Suck on my balls. Suck them good. The route to your happiness lies in my nuts. Suck them like your life depends on it. Go on Johnny, you’re doing great.”

Johnny was doing great ,he followed Johnny’s commands perfectly knowing by following orders, he’d be feeling great in no time.

”Johnny, open wide. I’m gonna fuck your throat. Don’t move your head. I’m gonna fuck your face, Johnny. Look at all that drool over my cock. Your drooling for my cock, Johnny. I’m gonna put my hands behind your head now and shove my hard dick down your throat. Ooohhh yeah, Johnny. That’s it, take it boy.”

Johnny continued to choke on the hard cock filling his throat and then Tim pulled out suddenly.

”Johnny, I think this treatment isn’t working. I think it will be better, let’s say longer lasting, for you, if I ejaculated in your ass. Let’s experiment and see if there is any difference in your mood if I fuck and breed you. What do you think, Johnny? Shall we try it?”

The vulnerable boy was so full of anguish and despair he was willing to do anything at this point. Johnny pulled down his pants and underwear and bent over the arm of the couch.

”That’s a good boy, Johnny. Let me give you exactly what you need.” With his cock still fully wet, Tim lined up behind Johnny’s sweet pink hole and pushed his head through its ring. Johnny yelped and Tim told him to bite down on his fist so that he would be muffled. 

“I’m going to give you the rest of my inches, Johnny. Just relax.” 

Tim rubbed Johnny’s back to soothe him as he slid his cock into the boy down to the base. 

“Oh Johnny, your asshole is so tight around my dick. It feels so good. You’re gonna feel this good, too. That’s it, now I’m gonna just move my hips a bit and you’re gonna see, you’re gonna feel, so so good. Oh Johnny, I can hear you moaning now. You like my big dick in your ass, don’t ya, Johnny. I knew you would. You’re gonna see this is gonna be better than seeding your throat. Oh Johnny, I wish I had more time to fuck this sweet, sweet ass, but my next appointment will be here very soon. I’m gonna cum up your ass now Johnny. Don’t move. I’m gonna fucking fill that ass right up with my cum, boy. That’s it. Aaahhh yeah, that’s a good boy. Your asshole is swallowing my dick, sucking out my cum. Fuck yeah, oh Johnny, that was fucking fantastic. Now, I’m gonna pull out and you’re gonna clean my dick off with your mouth. Yeah, just like that, get it all.”

When Johnny had finished, Tim pulled up his pants and zipped up.

Johnny had a smile wide as a Cheshire Cat. 

“It looks like you enjoyed our new therapy experiment, didn’t you, Johnny?”

”Yes, yes. I never felt better. Thank you so much, Tim. You always know what I need. Thank you, thank you.”

”Johnny, make sure you wipe your face, I can see some of my spunk on your scruff.  Go to the bathroom and wash up. Call me again if you need another treatment.”

The receptionist gave Johnny a wry smile as he walked by. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that look on one of Tim’s patients. She was certain she heard Johnny moaning through that wooden office door. As long as she was being paid, and paid well, it was none of her business. 

Johnny zipped to the bathroom and saw a stranger in the reflection. He didn’t realize just how far he’d let himself fall. With a renewed sense of urgency, with vigor and energy, Johnny washed his face and returned home. He whistled when he walked inside and his mother heard him from the kitchen.

”Well, isn’t this music to my ears. What has you all jolly today?”

”I went to see Tim, mother  I think he fixed me. I feel phenomenal. Do you mind if I shower and shave before dinner? I feel kind of gross.”

”Please! I don’t mind at all. I’m just thrilled to see you like this again. Wait till your father gets home. He’s gonna see you like this and be so, so happy! I’m gonna get us some white wine to celebrate. Go ahead son, go take a shower.”

Johnny stripped and with that load of cum up his ass his cock was firm now that it was free from its binds. Before showering, Johnny laid flat on his back, raised his legs and put a finger up his ass like a dipstick. He pulled Tim’s cum and tasted it several times before he stroked his own dick off. Wads of his cum streaking his hairy chest down to his pubes. Johnny cleaned up his mess, showered, shaved, and looked like an entirely new person.

He sat at the dinner table with his parents. His dad had already tied one on at the bar with his work buddies before coming home and now drinking white wine certainly didn’t help.

”Johnny, I’m gonna ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me. Is that homo therapist of yours fucking you? I can’t think of any other explanation. You mope around here all day and night and when you see him, you come home happy as a pig. What the hell is going on? Am I paying him to fuck you!”

“Alan, I wanted a peaceful dinner tonight. What’s gotten into you? Johnny, you don’t have to answer that. Just ignore your father. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying!”

Johnny got away with answering the question that time, but he knew his father saw him for what he was, and his father may be a drunk but he wasn’t stupid. 

Johnny went to bed that night feeling pretty good with himself. His boyfriend was coming home in a week so he’d be getting laid again on a regular basis. That would certainly help him through his seasonal depression. 

There’s that split second when you open your eyes and stare at an unfamiliar ceiling till you realize you are not in your own bedroom. Another business trip, another hotel room. I checked my phone, took a shower and went down to have breakfast. I like the buffet style, reminds me of when I was a kid and I would get up on a Sunday morning and the breakfast just magically appeared on the kitchen table. I miss that. I miss having parents.

I was just staring at my coffee, letting my brain slowly come to speed, drifting from the present to my past, back and forth. A push on my elbow pulled me back to reality.

– Sorry.

A man just passed my table, accidentally bumping into me a bit. I didn’t have time to react, he already left. I didn’t really have the mental capacity either, my sleepy eyes were focused on his butt. Nice shape, small, round. Slowly moving up a hint of back muscles hiding under the white shirt and on top wide shoulders. Just the usual middle aged straight body type, naturally hot and manly, without any advertising. Unlike gays who have to show off every muscle, every curve, reminding you how inferior you are and that you will never be able to get such a men.

He sat down two tables from me, facing me. I could swear he winked at me as he was sitting down, or maybe I was just still half asleep. Cute face. Beard and everything. Of course. Disgusting. I pulled myself together and got up to go back to my room.

– Enjoy your day! See you later! – He said.

-Thanks

I was confused. Do I know him. Should I? Maybe he is one of the new colleagues in the office? I come to this new branch from time to time but there are so many faces. In the age of remote work in person workshops are a must to get to know my colleagues. Or at least that’s what management is telling us. I don’t care much, I like to travel from time to time, a little change of scenery feels good. And the breakfast is always nicer.

I spent the day in the office, working and socializing. Mostly socializing. I try to tell myself that’s what I’m here for, not to work as I would do it from home. Its exhausting though, I’m an introvert. I know I need it sometimes but I’m so pooped by the end of the day and its gonna be like this the whole week. After work I went to a shop on my way to the hotel. I needed a drink to help me relax. That’s what I tell myself. If you need a drink or four every evening to relax are you an alcoholic of just stressed? I found myself staring at the endless rows of bottles, trying to choose the days poison. Vodka will be fine, simple, effective. I reached for the big bottle, then hesitated and grabbed a smaller one. I cant get drunk, I’m working tomorrow and have to be presentable.

I walked on the main street, it was a nice warm evening. Lots of restaurants and bars, with tables outside, people chatting and laughing with a glass of wine and a small piece of overpriced food on way too big plates. How I hate even the idea of sitting with them, while wishing to be them the same time. It must be so nice going out, meeting people and enjoying the whole thing. Instead I just run back to my hotel to drink. Pathetic.

in my room finally, I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my shirt, turned on the tv and poured some vodka. I like the warming feeling as it slowly moves down in me, I can feel my insides relaxing. I hopped on my bed with the remote in my hand. Why is that the nicest hotels have the crappiest tvs? At least 10 years old and there isn’t a single watchable channel. Anyway, music is fine, anything that makes enough noise so that I dont hear my own thoughts. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the buzz, rode the warm waves of the vodka.

Somebody knocked on the door. Must be a mistake, somebody got lost, wrong door. If I wait they will just go. Another knock. Shit. I got up, went to the door and opened it. There he was, Mr. breakfast daddy. Or was I just drunk already and imagined it?

– Hi.

– Em, hi…Do I…

– Are you okay? – He asked

– Excuse me? – My eyebrows went up, I was totally confused.

He looked at my hand, still holding the glass of vodka. I looked at it and started laughing.

– Yeah, I’m ok. I think. It was a long day…I’m sorry do I know you? From the office maybe? I terrible with faces.

– No. – He said, smiling. And just kept looking at me.

– Okay…

– …can I come in?

Is this my All of us strangers moment? Will I regret if I say no? Im sure I will regret if I say yes.

– Sure…

what the hell?

– Would you like a drink? I have vodka and…Pepsi. The minibar is truly mini. Haha

– That’s fine. Brings back memories, those crazy college nights, when my broke ass tried to party.

I poured and handed him the glass. He sat down on the chair in the corner, I sat on my bed. Why is there always a cuckold chair in every hotel room? I felt being on display, examined, watched from the corner.

– I saw you earlier in the shop, standing at the isle, looking at the bottles.

– Yeah, I guess I have a problem…but everybody needs some kind of poison, or not?

– Why do you think that?

– Everybody needs some way to let the steam out. This is mine.

– For me its the gym.

– Yes I can see that…

Did I blush is it just the vodka? I hope he didn’t notice. What am I doing? Flirting with a stranger in my room? Is this even real?

– Are you happy? – he asked.

– Yes. No. I don’t think its ever that simple. Life is not a movie. You make decisions, choices. I have all the things I need to be happy. But you cant have everything, right? You always need to compromise.

– What is it that you don’t have?

– A sexlife. Haha…Omg why am I saying that? I don’t even know you. What are we even doing here?

He got up, walked to my bed, stopped for a way too long second, still looking at me. He picked up my glass, wen to the minibar and poured a generous amount of vodka, for me and himself. Walked back and handed the glass to me.

– What is it that you would want to do right now if you didn’t have all those annoying voices in your head?

What? How does he know? Suddenly my arm reached out and put my hand on his bulge.

– Shit I’m sorry! I don’t know why I did that!

He laughed. Put down his glass, loosened his belt, slowly unbuttoned his pants and opened the zipper and pulled down his pants with the underwear included. There it was. A stranger’s penis, right in front of my face. Semi hard, straight, uncut, brown and thick. Half of his head peaking out under his foreskin. And I just grabbed it. It was warm, hard. the skin was so smooth. This whole thing was so unreal. I started slowly jerking it, pulling back the skin, revealing more of the glans, it was shiny, already covered in precum. The I woke up and released it, turned my head and looked at my wedding ring on the night stand.

– I’m sorry. This is so unreal…

He laughed, pulled up his pants and went back to his chair.

– This isn’t right.

– Did you like it?

– Yes…

– did you want it?

– …yes…

– Then whats the problem?

– I’m drunk obviously. I do things I shouldn’t.

– Says who?

– Well for one my husband…

– Why do you think we do things when we are drunk but wouldn’t when we are sober?

– Cause when you are drunk you don’t think about your responsibilities and the consequences of your actions. All you have is the impulse decisions of the moment.

– I think the real problem is that you are not true to yourself anymore. You live a life where you cannot be yourself anymore, confined between responsibilities. You live for the people around you, you follow the rules made by others. I you would live a life that follows only your own rules than there wouldn’t be a conflict between your desires and what you can actually do.

– That’s easy to say with your face and your body! look at me, I’m neither handsome nor hot. I glad I found someone who loves me, cares for me. You cant be picky if you don’t have much to offer. Would I want to feel you dick in my mouth? Sure. Grab your cheeks and pull you deeper in my, feel you rub against my prostate? Taste you mouth, smell your sweat, hear your moans while you squeeze me harder as you pump your cum deep in me? Can I have that? No.

Then there was quiet. I guess at this point I didn’t give a fuck anymore and just let all my thoughts flow right out of my mouth without any control.

– Most young people think that there is a certain age when you “figure thing out”, “find you path” and from that point on you just sit on the back seat and enjoy the ride. Some of them realize later that there is no itinerary, that most people just live day by day trying to do their best. there are no rules how to live. You have to create your own rules, or other people will make decisions for you, about you. If you only had one year left to live, is this the life you would continue living? 

There was a hot man sitting in my room, legs spread, pants unbuttoned, relaxed, sipping his drink. Exactly like those pictures you jerk off to while scrolling through Tumblr on a horny night. And there was stupid little me, trying to do the “right thing”. What does that even mean? Right for who?

I put down my glass, walked over and got on my knees in front of him. He stopped drinking, he was just looking in my eyes. I put my hands on his thighs, lowered my had and buried my face in his pubes…

Hi all thank you all for reading and waiting, hopefully patiently. I hope to get a few chapters done over the next two weeks and push them out here. The next few chapters will be Tyler and Alan on vacation, there will be several twists and turns, sex, fun, love, and kink. I hope you enjoy.

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When ran to the store after the sale and grabbed a few things to cook dinner and some beer and other libations. We turned into the driveway of the house and there were a few other cars there. I recognized Myles’ car and Tyler’s grandparents car. He sighed and looked over at me, I just grinned and took his hand and said, “we will get our time together, I think they just wanted to celebrate a bit with you”. We pulled into the shop and he hopped out and walked over to my side and I was out getting stuff out of the backseat. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, then he kissed my neck and ear and whispered, “baby boy I am so happy to have found you and felt you up that night during the keg stand”, I chuckled and said, “damn I knew I was right and you did that”. He then grabbed my nipples through my shirt and pinched them hard, I groaned and ground my ass back into, I immediately felt his hardness, and I began straining in my cage. He then hissed into my hear, “fuck babe”, I just said, “I know”. We extracted ourselves from each other, he set two bags down on the ground and I turned, he leaned in and kissed me, then said “pick those up”. As I knelt he turned around and I was immediately nose to ass with him, I could not resist, I inhaled deeply and put my face right in the crack of his wranglers just as he passed gas. “Fuck me” I groaned, he just laughed and said, “that’s the plan for the rest of our lives”. I snickered and stood and we headed upstairs. We opened the door and were greeted with a rousing cheer and hugs. 

Tyler’s grandma had made some food there and Tyler grabbed a few things and placed them out. I put the beer in the fridge and the two special purchased I had made. My family tradition was always to celebrate with good champagne. I had bought two bottles of Pol Roger, one of my favorites. Tyler made the rounds talking to his family and friends, I talked to the ones I knew as well. We ate some of the food, which was of course delicious, had a beer or two. Then I grabbed the champagne and glasses our and poured them and played Mr. Fancy pants and put them on a tray and walked about handing them out. This drew a few chuckles from everyone and an interesting twinkle in Tyler’s eye, and smirk on his face. Everyone had a glass and Tyler spoke up and thanked everyone, and then his grandpa spoke, by the time he was done Tyler, Myles, and he were teary eyed. This was a good segue for Tyler to again thank everyone and say he was pretty tired, and politely hinted that it was maybe time for everyone to leave. Now this is the Midwest, so about an hour later everyone was finally gone. We cleaned up and and I loaded the dishwasher. Tyler walked over and locked the door, and immediately barked across the room, “boy strip”. I could not get my clothes off fast enough. I shucked everything and knelt immediately. Tyler slowly stripped as he walked across the room to me, teasing and tantalizing me. He reached me and hooked his finger in my new necklace. He then said follow me, I began to stand, he said, “crawl”. I did not hesitate I crawled behind him. He walked over to the bed and instructed me to lay on the bed on my back. He then pulled me with my head hanging off the edge. He then placed his hand on my throat and dangled his hard cock over my nose and rested the head on my lips, I opened and he slid in. He went balls deep, and then squeezed my throat. He just told me to relax. I struggled a bit at first, then I settled in, he would pull back and release his grip, then back in and tighten. He must have enjoyed the feeling because he stayed longer and longer. When he was fully lodged and squeezing I could not breathe. This was fine with me, I was comfortable and trusted him fully. It was in a way aggressive, but sensual. Soon I felt his grip tighten and he lodged deep in my throat, and the head of his cock spasmed. He was shooting down my throat, I could not taste anything, he blasted and blasted, and did not loosen his grip. I lay there and tried to stay calm. I am not sure how long he held his grip, his cock began to soften, but he held tight. I was beginning to feel like I needed to breathe, but I tried to stay calm. I gasped a bit and finally Tyler released his grip. I sucked in air and coughed a bit. He was still in my mouth with his flaccid cock. He began rubbing my chest and head. He said, “fuck baby boy that felt so good, it was like I was jerking myself off using your throat, it felt like velvet”. I croaked out, “thank you Sir”. He lay down beside me and gently kissed my torso, nipples up to my neck and ears, then he crawled on top of me and began making out. I groaned into his mouth. He reached down and grabbed my caged cock and squeezed my balls, I whined louder. We made out a bit more. Then we just lay there in bliss. I said, “Sir I need to pee, and maybe shower and get some sleep”. He said he could do the same. I went in and set on the toilet, and he turned on the shower. We both got in and he said he had to piss, I knelt and drank it all, then we showered and dried off. 

We went back into the bedroom, and crawled in bed. We were laying there and he said he had made the reservations in Palm Springs and Vegas, I said I had taken care of the airfare. He asked which airline and I just said, it will be a surprise. He chuckled and said, “well Southwest is about the only option”. I said, “true”. The plan was to leave right after my class was over Monday and be gone until the following Sunday. I would only miss one class because there was a virtual assignment in there too. It was great timing.

We were both tired and we rolled to our sides and fell asleep. We awoke the next morning and had a few chores to do, which we did together and I headed off to class. Upon returning Tyler had packed all of his stuff and most of mine. He asked how many bags we could have and I said, “as many as you want, I have unlimited”. He gave me a discerning look, and I just smiled, and said, “the perks of having connections”. We finished packing up stuff and headed to the truck, I said, “I’ll drive”. He again looked kind of odd at me but just went to the passenger side and said, “my turn to be passenger princess”. I laughed and said, “ok we can get you a tiara”. We headed out and down the interstate. We were approaching the airport exit and I kept going. He said, “um you are going to miss the exit”. I said, “oh we are not flying out of that airport”. He said, “what”? I said, “you will see”. We headed on down and exited and headed toward downtown, I pulled off into the old downtown airport. He just said, “what did you do”? I said, “I took care of the flights”. I drove through security, and to the back of lot and pulled into a hangar that was open. I got out and was immediately greeted by Roy, Adam, and Janice. They began getting our luggage and talking to me, I gave them a hug and then said, “hey guys this is my partner, boyfriend, um yeah Tyler”. They greeted him, and said everything is ready lets head out to the plane. He just said, “what the fuck Alan”. I said, “well my family leases this thing and rarely use it so its ours for the week”. He then said, “ummm ok we really should talk”. I just laughed and said, “I said honestly it’s a hold over from my grandfather, he never liked flying and kept this”. Roy chimed in, “we sure do miss your grandpa”. I said, “man you have no idea, I do too”. 

We got on the plane which was a black and gold Gulfstream G550. I led the way and we went back to the first seating area which was a set of 4 seats facing each other with a table between them. Tyler was still quiet. We set down and and buckled in. Janice came through and asked if we need anything and I just said, “not right now, give us a few to settle in, and once we are up to altitude we might take drinks”. She moved on through to the back of the plane, did some checks and walked back up to the front and talked to Roy and Adam.  She then closed the door between the front and the main cabin and we were in private. Roy announced we would be taxiing out and were clear to take off. 

I took Tyler’s hand and pulled it up and kissed it. He just looked at me and smiled and said, “spill it”. I explained in more detail that my family had kept the lease on the plane because my Aunt was older and did not navigate the airports well anymore and she really did not like to travel. I went on to explain that currently she was the President of the Board, but was retiring at the end of the year, and that meant there would have to be structural changes in the holding company. He had questions about the company, the plane, the board etc. I figured it was time he knew it all, so I told him everything. He knew a bit about my parents and their businesses but had no idea about the larger company that was my grandfathers. He had made a lot of money throughout his life in many endeavors, mostly the odd combination of oil and the dairy industry. It’s a long story that I did not go into much. Just that there is a holding company now and it was very diversified mostly in the Ag sector and it was run by the board now. When my aunt retires she is turning her shares over to me, which will make my mom, sister and I equal share holders each controlling 25% of the company and the board controlling the final 25%. He asked what my responsibilities might be then, and I explained basically meetings, reports, updates and keeping up with everything. We were not looking to expand anything so it would be minimal. I was a bit uncomfortable talking about this, but it was Tyler so I shared the value and what else I had going with my parents etc. He then said, “why are you not doing that full time”? I replied, “I want to be a professor not a CEO”. He understood, he also understood family responsibility. I did tell him that he would have to understand some of what I would have to travel and do sometimes once I was on the board. He agreed, and said that he would have no problem going with me, especially if we flew on this thing. Haha.

I then said, “we are on vacation, work will be there when we get back, lets discuss something else”. He smiled and agreed, and then said, “why do you think you get to tell me what to do boy”. I felt my face flush and said, “sorry Sir”. We reached altitude and Roy said it was about 3.5 more hours into Palm Springs. Janice opened the door and asked if we wanted anything to drink, I got a club soda, and water, and Tyler got coffee and water. Janice brought the drinks and went back and closed the door. I stood up and gave Tyler a wink and said, “want to do something fun”? He grinned and said, “if it’s with you absolutely”. We went around the wall and there was a couch, I slid the door shut behind us and locked it, then knelt and said, “please use me Sir”. He wasted no time in grabbing me by the scruff of my neck and holding my face in his ass. I felt the mesh of his athletic shorts and knew that was all that was between me and the scent I loved. He pulled his shorts down and the jock perfectly framed his ass, I dove in, it was clean, but still it was Tyler. He then stopped me and slid his sorts off completely, and told me to strip. I did so and knelt back down. He then removed his jock and I began to worship him. Once it was slick with my spit, he ordered me to kneel on the couch and he got behind me and began licking my hole, it was glorious. He got it wet and I begged, “please fuck me”. He then wrapped his arms around me and grabbed each nipple, I felt the heat from him and felt his cock slowly penetrating me. He kept steady pressure until he was buried to the balls. Fuck he felt good. He slowly started rocking his hips. This was not rough or hard, it was slow, passionate and methodical. He began hitting my prostate and a stream of precum escaped my dick. He just kept hitting it and hitting it, and tweaking my nipples. I was softly moaning and grunting. The precum began to pool on the leather and I was leaking heavily now. Tyler just kept his steady pace and I was beginning to feel my orgasm build. I tightened my jaw and said, “I think I’m going to orgasm”. He just said, “let it happen”. Slowly it built and soon enough I was spasming and cum spurted out of my caged cock. Just then my hole clamped and I felt Tyler’s dick pulse and he buried his head between my shoulder and neck and grunted into his orgasm. I felt him pulse no less than 6 times and knew I was full now. He just held me and and caught his breath. I came down from my climax too. Then he slid out of me and said, “lick up that mess”. I diligently licked the couch and all of my fluids, then spun around and cleaned him off.   I went to the bathroom and began cleaning myself up and he joined me. We got our clothes back on and tried to make it look like we had just not joined the mile high club. I’m sure the area now smelled of man sex. So I got an air freshener and sprayed a bit. We kissed then returned through the door to our seats. We had our drinks and the flight continued. Janice popped back in a while later and said we have about 45 minutes left and asked if we needed anything else. I said we were good and she took away our cups. We set back down and chatted about what we were doing on vacation. Tyler said that he had booked us into a nice mostly private resort, and that Spence and his partner would join us there. We landed and got picked up. We arrived at a small mid-century modern looking building. The sign said Talvera Palm Springs. We checked in and went to our villa. Just as surprised as Tyler was about the plane, I was about the villa, it was beautiful and had a private pool and hot tub, with views of the mountains. I was in shock. We checked out the accommodations and Tyler said we have a small pool but there are 3 others too. He went on to say it was an adults only place. I looked at him quizzically, he then said, “not like that, just 21 and over”. I said, “ahh ok”. There was a knock on the door and it was our luggage. Tyler greeted him and he took the luggage to the bedroom, received his tip then left. Tyler suggested we change and maybe have a swim before dinner. I then thought, do I even have a swimsuit? We went to the bedroom, and Tyler set the suit cases up on the bed, and I said, “I hope you packed swim trunks for me”. He smiled and said, “of course”. Whew. So I opened the suit case and was looking for them and he said, “oh those are in mine”. He opened his suit case then stripped, so I did the same. He then looked pulled out his which was a square cut speedo. I fell quiet, he slid his on, and then handed me a matching regular speedo. I just said, “are you sure”? He said absolutely. So I pulled it on. Now remember I am still locked in chastity. The speedo did nothing to hide this, but I was ok it was just us in our private pool. Tyler then said, “model it for me boy”. I played it up, I flexed a bit, and posed. He ran his hands all over me which led to me straining. He said, “baby boy you look perfect”. He stood behind me and we faced the mirror, he fondled my nipples, and I leaned back into him and moaned. My eyes were drawn to my caged cock which was very visible again. He noticed this and cupped it and said, “be proud I have caged you”. I smiled and said, “yes Sir”.

We made our way outside and got into the small pool, it felt great, it was warm and very relaxing. Given we had just left the Midwest where it was 35 degrees. It was great here. We both relaxed and soaked up the desert sun. Tyler’s phone rang and he said, “yes we are here come on over and gave our villa number”. He then said Spence and Grant are coming over. I started to get up out of the chair and he said, “set down I will let them in”. I said, “I was going to change”, he said, “no, set down”. I started to say something else and he just looked at me and I set back down. There was as knock on the door and Tyler let them in. They came out and I stood up and I felt all eyes on me for some reason. We shook hands and I set back down and we began chatting. I know Spencer was sizing me up and I was him. Tyler got up and he and Grant went in to make drinks, Spencer and I were left outside. It was kind of awkward quiet and the Spencer said, “so is all going ok with you two”? I responded, “yes its great”, and then went on about the sale, and many other things. He asked about me and my family, my major and everything. He shared he was excited about baseball and I admitted that I knew some of his AAA career and how he was a very highly touted player. He moved over to the chair next to me and Tyler and Grant returned, I was drinking club soda, and they had some water. It seems none of us were “drinkers”. Spencer and I continued talking and I noticed his eyes trailed toward my speedo. He didn’t say anything but just smiled. I sort of began to be more comfortable. He took his shirt off and we jumped in the pool, it felt very nice. It was getting late and Grant said, they should head back to their room and clean up for dinner. We got out of the pool and I was handing Spencer a towel and I noticed the front of his shorts, and even though he was not in a speedo, the front clung to a noticeable chastity cage. I looked down and back up and our eyes met and we both smiled. I was even more at ease now. 

They left and Tyler came over to me and said, “seems like you two hit it off”. I said, “yeah I’ll be honest I was jealous at first, but then we started talking and he is a really cool guy”. And then I said, “did you know he was um locked like me”? He said, “well he is more submissive, however that is not their main dynamic, since Spence travels and plays ball obviously he is only locked when they are together”. I said, “seems like you know a bit about this”. He just said, “well we have been very close friends and stayed in touch”. I nodded. He had the suitcases laid out on the bed, and one was full of toys and equipment. Tyler said, “we have a few hours before dinner lets get some play time in”. I stripped and knelt so fast my knees almost hurt hitting the floor. He chuckled. He then placed the collar on me and I thanked him. He did some work around the bed and got the restraints in place. He put me face down, and shoved his worn jock in my mouth. He then put on a spandex hood over my head, this covered everything. He then laid on my back with all of his weight and man that felt good. He said, “ready for some fun”? I replied, “yes Sir”. He then licked my ear and I shuddered. He then stood up and began. He started with the flogger, and went up and down my backside, he then went and turned on some music and turned it up a bit. He came back and said, “that was the warm up”. I said, “yes Sir, thank you Sir”. He then had selected the prison strap and gave my ass a thrashing, I was writhing and grinding into the mattress. Next I felt him set on my lower back, and what happened next was new. He said, “ready slave”? I said, “I think so Sir, yes Sir”. He then must have had two small paddles in his hands he began smacking them into my ass rhythmically, I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, and I could tell Tyler was enjoying hisself. This went on for a few minutes, and I had tears in my eyes and was grunting into the jock, even whining a bit. He stopped and then gently touched my ass and said, “it is a beautiful shade of pink”. I said, “thank you Sir”. He then put began tonguing my hole, and I was writing in the restraints. He released my ankles and had me get on my knees and he then entered me for the second time today. Fuck he felt great, he was not slow, or nice about this, clearly this was a fucking. He was as fast and furious as Vin Diesel. He slammed in my ass and shoved my face into the pillow, I was grunting and groaning in ecstasy. He was building to his crescendo. Then he stopped. Pulled out and said, “not yet baby”, he then went back to the flogger, and began again, then he placed something in my ass. It was a vibrator. He continued flogging and I was leaking like a faucet now. Thankfully he put a towel down. Then he stopped and he had me push my upper body up and place nipple clamps on, and then resumed my spanking, this time with his hand, then his belt. I felt an orgasm building from the vibrator and beating. He sensed this and yanked out the vibrator and mounted me with gusto. He slammed in and out and my orgasm built and then like a flash it was upon me and I was emptying my balls onto the towel as Tyler was filling my hole. Then he collapsed on me. I was still riding my high and convulsing. He reached under and wildly pulled off my nipple clamps, and I squealed, and more cum spasmed out. He then let me lay there and go a cool cloth and wiped my ass and back off, then slid home a rather substantial plug. It felt larger than I had worn before. He kissed a trail down my back and across my ass. Then he undid the cuffs and rolled me over, removed the hood and jock gag. He then leaned in and tenderly kissed me. I was a puddle and just whispered, “thank you Sir”, he replied, “no thank you baby boy”. He then said, “we need to shower and get ready”. We got up and went to the bathroom, he set me on the toilet and I relieved my bladder, he reached behind and pulled out the plug and that released too. We then got in the shower. We cleaned up and dried off then he put some lotion on my butt and it felt nice. We went out to the bedroom, we got clothes out and he handed me the jock that was previously my gag to wear. I put it on and my clothes, and we headed out to dinner. We were staying on property and got to the host desk and we were seated at our table. I had not asked if we were dining alone or not, just then Spencer and Grant showed up. That answered that. We had a good meal, and I was a bit squirmy in my seat from the spanking before. This just made me get hard, in my cage, thinking about it again. We had a bit of dessert and decided to call it a night, we said our good byes and headed out. We got back to the room and once inside we were both tired, we stripped off and hung up our clothes. Tyler asked if I wanted to relax in the hot tub, I said, “sure for a bit, then bed”. I stripped off and walked out toward the hot tub, he just chuckled and said, “naked huh”? I replied, “nothing to hide from you”. He concurred. We slunk into the water and wow it felt good in the cool desert, night air. We set and talked a bit and just enjoyed each other. I said, “I’m beat, I think I’m going to bed”. He said, “yes you were beat”. We got out, covered the tub and headed in the villa. I dried off and was was about to crawl into bed when Tyler, walked through to the bathroom. I said, “where are you going”? He said, “to use the bathroom and brush my teeth”. I followed him in. He walked to the toilet and set down, without hesitation I knelt in front of the toilet. He said, “babe you don’t have to”. I said, “as your slave I want to”. He spread his legs and I began worshipping his cock, he did his business and released his piss down my throat. I kept sucking him and finally he clenched up and shot a small third load of the day down my throat. He then reached to the toilet paper and I grabbed his hand away. He understood, he stood and turned around and I did my duty. To me this was heaven, I realized some of your find this gross or a limit, to me this was a deeper connection between us and I felt at one with him. I could do this all day every day for him. When done he stood me up and kissed me. Then we brushed our teeth and went to bed. We lay down, I was on my back and he placed his head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around him and we were asleep in no time. I was so fulfilled and in love with this man!

SANTO SHARES HIS STORY.

My mind is spinning. I just beat and bred Santiago, my massive, bodybuilder (ex-)dom in a wrestling match/training session. He’s 28/6’3”/250. I’m a gym-chiseled 38/5’11”/180. Wrestling is one of my passions. Santo said he’d never wrestled before and that was obviously true. During the match, I unleashed a dominant side of myself and uncovered his submissive side.

The whole experience of manhandling and fucking him was undeniably thrilling, but the aftermath is terrifying. I already had unwanted feelings for him. The match and sex made him human in a new way. Not to be some corny romance novel asshole, but I just can’t quit him. It’s a lot for me to process. It’s too late for second-guessing, but I should not have come here.

In the fight, flight, or freeze dynamic, I’ve lived my life being 100% flight. I have successfully run away from everyone since I was a child. Santo was breaking through, so I took flight once again and dumped him. Multiple times, but this last time felt final. However, he managed to convince me to meet with him. My plan? Arrive, get dominated, and be done forever. I would run home. He’d fly away. I’d cut of all ties. Ghost him. I’d be miserable for a bit and move on having learned a valuable lesson about not letting things go too long.

I picked the worst possible time to reveal a fight instinct.

I lie on my side against his big, muscular body, rubbing his chest. My head is on his shoulder. His arm is under my head, reaching around my back and holding me close. My hand explores his rich brown torso before settling on his abs. Unfortunately, I’m enjoying the sensation of his perfect and powerful body. Let’s get things back on track by getting back into our roles.

“I’m sorry for winning, Sir. And for calling you ‘boy’. I got caught up in the moment.”

“Why? Wrestling me was your one job to do today and you did it exceptionally well. I needed to learn, and you taught me a fucking lesson I’ll never forget. It was the best lesson I could get.” The bodybuilder kisses my head. He says, “And you have some alpha in you. There’s nothing wrong with that. You took control very well for a guy who’s such a great sub.”

I snuggle in tighter, “You were really cool about losing for a dom. I guess you’ve worked with enough of us that you know what to do.”

Santo rubs my back, “You have it backward. I spent enough years as a sub that I know how to play the dom. Brian, you just brought out a side of me I’ve buried for three years.”

“What?” I push on his pec to lift my head up and look down into his beautiful eyes. He just stares up at me. I remember something he said when we met downstairs. I ask, “Is this related to the bad place you mentioned?”

“Yes.”

I ask worriedly, “Did a dom hurt you?” Fuck, I really care about this man.

Santo frowns, “No. A dom loved me. And I loved him.” He pulls me back down. I rest my head on his massive pec. “His name was George. We met at the gym. I was a cocky 18-year-old muscleboy who’d fucked his way through the place. I’d topped or bottomed for more guys than I could count. He was a 52-year-old muscleman. 6’, 210, shaved head, tattoos.”

“I was usually there after school and evenings. He was strictly mornings. When summer started, I switched to mornings because I got a job in a restaurant. When I saw him, I knew I wanted him. He was a hot daddy. Swagger. The king of the free weights. I had to have him, but George wanted nothing to do with me. My reputation had preceded me. He thought I was an immature, arrogant whore. He just totally shot me down.”

“How’s that possible?”

“George liked men, not boys. I didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I pushed. You push a dom hard enough and he eventually pushes back. George challenged me to come to his dungeon. I said ‘yes’ without knowing what that even meant. He took it easy on me, but it was still intense. Thought he’d scare me away. Instead, I loved it. We met again and again for months. We couldn’t get enough. Just four months in, he said he loved me. I’d been in love for weeks.”

“Oh. Wow.” I hold back asking what happened. Maybe the age difference.

“George knew my citizenship issues. He proposed to me on our first dating anniversary. A 53-year-old marrying a 19-year-old? It would have set off alarms with DHS, but he had money and lawyers. Good ones. We built our relationship proof and knew everything about each other. I got my green card with no problems. We continued as dom and sub, but also as husband and husband.”

I tentatively say, “Congratulations.”

A tear forms in his eye, “Thank you. I know what you’re wondering.” He breathes in. “George passed. Three years ago. It broke me. I wanted to die, too, but I had to be strong for him. He was so brave. He got weaker physically, but never emotionally. He made me promise to live my best life. George never stopped taking care of me. He made sure I applied for citizenship on the first day I was eligible. I got it, even though he didn’t live long enough to attend the ceremony.”

“Oh my god. I am so sorry. I don’t know what to say other than that.”

Santiago pulls my face to his. He kisses me lightly. “I was so broken. I closed myself off. I sure as fuck never wanted to sub for anyone ever again. George was my dom for life. I still belonged to him. My subservience. My loyalty. My ass. All his. He was the best and I was sure that I would be alone for the rest of my life. He left me everything he had. I could hide away forever.”

Fuck, that hits close to home.

I simply say, “But you didn’t.”

“No. We had friends, and I had my family. They pulled me out of the deepest pit. Reminded me of my promise to George. My promise to live my best life. But, after a couple of years, I was still in a bad place. I hid it, but I was. I needed a change. I needed to leave the past behind. To make a new life. Just over a year ago, I moved to Houston, made friends with my neighbors and guys at the gym. I opened up to men again. I still couldn’t bear to sub or bottom. The thought made me physically ill, so I tried being a top.”

The beautiful bodybuilder pauses, but I don’t say anything.

Santiago continues, “I liked it. Guys said that I was good at it. Sex was fun, but it was vanilla. I wanted more. I wasn’t sure if I was ready, so as a trial, I became Master Steele online. A dom. It felt like a safe way to try it out. Found a few subs. Thing is, I liked that, too. Somehow, topping and domming was more exciting and less emotional for me. Well, less emotional except for you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, Brian. I don’t even remember when it happened, but you and I moved beyond the limitations of our online world. I wanted more of that with you. Only you. I dropped all my other subs.” Wow, I did not know that. “I took a chance and signed an email with my real name, hoping you’d take the bait. And you did.”

“I thought that was an accident.”

“I know. It wasn’t. I’m sorry for lying about that. I was afraid if I told you it was on purpose, you’d dump me for breaking character. But you broke character right back. And so, we became friends who play. At least that’s how I saw it. I hope you’re not mad.”

“I’m not.” Why not? I should be. I can’t be mad at him. Not after what he’s been through. I try to work through all this. “Breaking characters. That’s a perfect description. I was worried because I also felt like we were becoming friends who played instead of transactional dom-sub. I thought it was just me.”

“No, it was definitely mutual and intentional on my part. I decided to embrace it.”

We lie on the mattress in silence. I’ve done his one job. I should leave. But I can’t make myself move. Not now. I wait for him to make the next move.

Santo finally says, “I’m obviously not ready to wrestle for any website, yet. And I guess I won’t be after today. I need a lot more practice and coaching.” Santo asks, “Will you stay for another practice round?”

I don’t know if he said that seductively, but that’s how I heard it. I breathe in deeply. In and out. I sit up and spin onto my knees facing him. “If you want to go again, I’m ready.” I’m so weak.

“Then let’s do it.”

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REMATCH.

We both shower. Separately. I step out of the shower and look at my sweaty pink briefs. I don’t want to put them back on, but I don’t want to wrestle naked, either. A knock at the door. Santo holds up a pair of light blue trunks. “Do you want these?” I can’t answer for a moment. The muscleman is in a pair of shiny posing black trunks. Fuck, the bodybuilder looks beautiful in them. “Is that drool a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’?”

I step over and take the new gear, not taking my eyes of him. Santo smirks and turns away from me. He shows off his broad back and my cock grows. When he walks back into the main room, I whisper, “That’s just cruel.”

Santo playfully calls back, “I heard that!” He laughs.

I moan. I don’t have any experience with boyfriends, partners, husbands, or any long-term relationship really, but that felt like a couple’s moment. Did we have a couple’s moment? I pull on the fresh trunks. Perfect fit. As I check myself out in them, I wonder, ‘why did he have these?’ How much of this is all planned? Maybe just in case I didn’t wear the right underwear? They cover more, but I feel sexy in them.

As I step to leave the bathroom, I’m at an angle where I can see him in the main room mirror. I see him psyching himself up. He’s warming up, hopping around, talking to himself, and pantomiming different moves and holds. Looks like he might have learned something. I just watch the sexy muscleman in his skimpy poser, in awe of his powerful body, charming face, and boyish energy.

Seeing him like this, Santo is practically irresistible.

I should have left when I had the chance.

I come around the corner. The pumped muscleman stops and looks me up and down. He whistles, “You look gorgeous, Brian.” Santo moves in. I don’t move. He starts feeling me up. I close my eyes at his touch. The beautiful bodybuilder runs his fingers up and down my torso, stopping at the waistband. He circles around in back and caresses my shoulders, neck and back.

The worship has me getting hard. I step forward, moving away from him. I walk across the two mattresses. “We should start. Are you ready?”

Santo smiles, “Yep. Let’s get to it. Don’t go easy on me.”

I nod. We move in for a lockup. Our arms are raised, so I go for a surprise kick to the abs. Santo flexes his abs tight. My bare foot bounces off his abs of steel. THUD! He flexed those abs this time, forming a steel wall. The muscleman doesn’t move and just grunts. I’m going to say, ‘good job’, but he grabs me around the throat with his ginormous paw. URK!

Santo runs me back into the wall. WHOMP! He goes easy, but I still feel it. 250-lbs splash into me, crushing me between his thick muscles and the wall. SPLAT! I groan and sag, my face falling into his collarbone. When he backs up, I stand up, only to get splashed again. SPLAT! OOF! All the air leaves my body. It’s not scientific wrestling, but it’s simple and it’s working.

The beautiful bodybuilder keeps me pinned in place. He wraps his arms around my waist. I instinctively grip his huge biceps. He backs up, pulling me with him as he lifts me into a suspended bearhug. I point my toes, searching for floor. I don’t find any. I moan, my fingers digging into his arms as I moan in pain. He lowers my feet, but immediately lifts me up again,

This time, I manage to lift my legs, getting my shins just above his knees. The extra support helps, but Santo’s got his power on display. He’s really crushing me. Santo bounces me, adjusting his grip. I cry out. I slide my hands up, pushing on his shoulders. The bodybuilder keeps moving me around. It’s smart, keeping me off balance and in pain so I can’t counter.

On his fourth adjustment, I learn the truth. He’s not keeping me off balance. He’s searching. The muscleman’s thick pythons close in around my waist. Just below my ribs, like I told him. He growls, “That’s it, isn’t it? That spot? You said that every guy’s got a soft spot somewhere below the ribs.” I pound on his shoulders as my head hangs back, gasping and groaning.

Santo’s aggressiveness has turned the tables. Not just physically, but mentally. I feel my cock growing. No, no, no. I’m not going to embrace the jobber role. I throw my head forward, lying on his shoulder. I whimper beside him. Even Santo can’t hold me up forever. How long have I been suffering? Maybe only seconds, but it feels like minutes. It’s the most power I’ve ever felt.

The bodybuilder throws me down onto the mattress. BOOF! I roll onto my back. I see him standing over me, measuring me up. He leaps up for a splash, but I get my knees up. WHOMP! When he lands across my shins, it hurts me, but it hurts him more. Santo bounces off. He rolls over, face down, holding his abs. I move over on top of him, planting my ass on his back.

Back on top, I get dominant again. I tease him, “That’s called a counter. When your opponent goes too slow or telegraphs his move, it’s easy to turn things around, boy.”

I reach out to lock him in a camel clutch, but he resists. Okay, this rematch isn’t going to be as easy as the first training session. Yeah, I’m not going to get it. He’s blocking me, but not with skill, just with size and power that I can’t overcome like this. Santo pushes up and throws me off like a champion bull throwing a novice rider. I fall to the side but move back in fast.

Just like a bull, Santo throws his body at me. Again, not scientific or skillful, but effective. His 250-lbs of muscle plows into me and I get flattened. CRASH! OOF! I’m momentarily winded. This new aggressive Santo pushes against me, forcing me onto my stomach. He’s an irresistible force. When he sits on me, I moan. The muscleman grabs under my arms, pulling me up into a camel clutch. ARGH! I moan in pain. He doesn’t pull back too far, luckily, but I’m stuck.

Santo asks, “Am I doing this right, Brian? I think I did it right but let me know if there’s something I’m missing.” My moans change to pleasure as he toys with my hair. “Oh, it doesn’t hurt?” Santo pulls back. I scream. He eases up, “So, it does hurt. I just wasn’t doing it hard enough. Yeah, okay, I think I get this one.” I cry out as he goes back again. “C’mon, Brian. Talk to me. Tell me if I’m doing it right.”

“Fuck! You’re doing it right! You got this!”

The bodybuilder releases me. I collapse on the mattress. His weight is still crushing me. He says, “That’s all you had to say. I’m trying to learn here.”

I grunt as he slides off me. I don’t bother replying. I don’t want to rile him up now that he’s found his footing. This is what I expected in the first session. His power is impressive. I have to try to outsmart him. Get him back to the confused, tentative sub he was. I get to my knees. Santo is behind me fast. He grabs my hair and pulls me back into a dragon sleeper! FUCK!

Luckily, he doesn’t get this one as well, but I’m still trapped. My face is buried in his armpit, his arm behind my head instead of my neck. I moan. Santo says, “I don’t see how you knock someone out with this.” I try to push him off. Yeah, right. He doesn’t move at all. “Still, it’s fun, right? Lick my pit if you agree.” I groan and my cock stirs. My tongue extends of its own volition. I slurp on his shaved armpit. He growls, “Yeah, that’s hot.”

Santo starts feeling me up, just like I did him. “You’re so sexy. I couldn’t believe that you were on a findom site as a sub. Fuck, your body is insane, Brian. You’re handsome, too, but your body? You could win natural bodybuilding competitions. Maybe we could trade training. You teach me to wrestle, and I get you owning the stage. I’d have the easier job.”

I enjoy the feeling of his roaming hand as he praises me. When he grabs my cock, I gasp. He laughs, “Yeah, I’m not gonna jerk you off like you did to me. I just wanted to feel this bad boy in my hand. It felt so good inside me.” I could seriously cum. This novice who barely knows anything is using my words and moves against me. It has my mind retreating to sub-land.

The bodybuilder lets go of my cock. He punches my abs lightly, just testing them. THUD! THUD! THUD! Oh fuck, that’s not helping me control my dick. Yeah, the teacher getting owned by the student is a huge fantasy of mine that I’ve played out before. Never with a guy like Santo, of course. The fact that I’m an infinitely better wrestler and he’s using strength alone makes it even hotter for me.

Santo releases the dragon sleeper. I collapse on my back. He actually grabs my legs and extends them so I’m flat. The muscleman sits on me, bringing his shins onto my shoulders and his package to my chin. He smiles down at me. I look up his incredible body and smile back. “Before you say it, I know that I shouldn’t let you recover and you’re not gonna give to this.”

I ask, “Why are you doing it?”

“I need time to think about my next move. Just lie there and check me out for a minute.”

“No, I mean wrestling. Why do you even want to wrestle?”

Santo smiles, “You sold me on it. Telling me how hot it was and how I’d be this big star. After checking it out, it looked fun. I figured it was something we could do together.” I can’t suppress an erotic moan. The man is a natural romantic. At least to me. He shrugs, “You were right. I love it so far. Even when you were beating me, it was fun.”

The bodybuilder rolls back. He grabs my wrist. As he stands, he pulls me up with him. I crash into his body. THUMP! He reaches between my legs and lifts me up, scooping me up and holding me across his chest. Santo holds me. I wonder if he’s going to bodyslam me? He says, “I don’t want to drop you. That sounds dangerous, so I’ll try that backbreaker you said.” Me and my big mouth.

Santo drops down, lowering across his leg. It’s slow and gentle. No backbreaking, but he has the move right. He just needs to do it faster and harder. I AM NOT TELLING HIM THAT! However, while the backbreaker didn’t hurt, Santo holds me over his knee. He pushes on my knee and chin, bending me the wrong way, so my head touches mattress and my feet slide underneath his leg. UNH!

“Does this really hurt?”

“Yes!” I groan, “If you don’t believe me, let’s switch positions.”

Santo laughs. He pulls my head up and kisses my lips. He teases, “I think I’ll just enjoy you like this for a while. Even if it’s like the dragon and I didn’t get it perfect, I like seeing you like this.” The bodybuilder lets me fall back into position, my head at the mattress. His hands start roaming. I look for an opening. Maybe I can swing my legs up and snag his head. No, not possible. He has his arm resting on my leg as he rubs my bulge.

I consider crunching up and clubbing him across the head, but his powerful paw is owning my pecs and abs. I wouldn’t get halfway up before he shoved me back down. My back is cramping. I could give, but I won’t. Not to a novice! Even if that novice is my dom. I mean, ex-dom. I just have to hold on until he loses interest again. Fuck, his hands feel great molesting me.

“Would it hurt more if I did this?” The beautiful bodybuilder starts bouncing his leg. I cry out. He says, “You’re only 180. My calves can handle that.”

I gasp in pain. Oh fuck. My cries have him doing it faster and harder. He really pushes down on my chest and knee, maximizing the bending and therefore, the agony. I whimper and moan, hoping he’ll give up before I do.

No such luck.

I admit defeat, “I GIVE, I GIVE! I GIVE!”

Santo pushes me off his leg and I roll onto my stomach, moaning as I just lie here, unmoving.

“Are you okay?”

I should lie, but instead, I tell the truth. “Never better.”

———-

GOING AGAIN.

Santo gets up and gives me an obligatory flex and smile. God, he’s gorgeous. He grabs water for himself and me. We sit on opposite sides of the mattress and just stare at each other. I have to look away, because he’s too beautiful. I have to focus. As soon as Santo moves to set his water down, I quietly move into position. He turns right into my diving leap. I tackle him to the mattress, landing on top. BOOF! The bodybuilder just lies under me.

The muscleman growls, “You know, I really like aggressive Brian.” He easily throws me off, “But I know submissive Brian is in there somewhere!”

“It’s his day off, boy!”

I move in fast, not letting him even rise. I know that he has to think. Has to plan. And he knows limited moves. I’ll beat him again if I stay aggressive and wear him down. Move fast. Use controlling holds. Make him do all the work. Maybe I’ll ride his dick this time, but if I do, I’ll do it from on top. I’m not going to lose to a guy who’s wrestling for the first time in his life.

Santo tries to push me off again, but I adjust, staying close. I grab his arm. He powers it free. I lock up his head. He moans and takes it. The big bodybuilder forces me off. He exposes his back to me. I’m on him immediately with a rear naked choke. He gets one hand inside, easing it up. He moves to stand up, carrying me with him. As he rises, I let go, dropping to the mattress.

I clip his knee. Santo topples backward like a giant redwood. TIMBER! BOOF! I go after his leg, slapping on an ankle lock. He grunts in pain as I wrench his leg. The bodybuilder gets his other leg up and shoves me away. I lose the hold, but his legs are still up. The bodybuilder is practically in his fuck position, on his back, legs up. It makes me hungry.

I fly in, aiming my left shoulder at his right calf. My momentum rolls him up, almost getting his knee to his face and ass up in the air. WHOA! The big man isn’t flexible, and he groans as I use my full weight and all my strength to keep him in a ball. His right leg hangs out the side, flailing around. His thick arms hang out the side. He groans and lets out heavy breaths.

We’re both sweating in what’s basically round four. Santo is overwhelmed by the fast-paced mat grappling, just like I hoped. He’s staying trapped in a ball. I line up my bulge against his crack and dry hump his muscular bubble butt. The muscleman moans like a sub jobber. The moans turn to growling. Uh oh. Santo roars and powers up. I fly off as he rolls to his knees.

Undaunted, I dive back at him. I tackle him down again, locking up a front headlock, pushing his face into my hairy pec with my arms wrapped around his head tightly. Santo grabs my ass, palming each cheek. What’s he up to? The bodybuilder bridges up. He pushes to his right with his mighty legs and pulls on my ass in the same direction. We do a 180, putting him on top.

I keep the headlock on and wrap my legs around his body. He plants his big paws on the mattress on either side of me as he plants one foot. Uh oh. My ass is off the mattress as he pushes to hands and one foot. We start to rise. Shit. I’m lifted up, hanging on him in a reverse piggyback. Somehow, I don’t think my reverse headlock or body scissors are working.

Trying to confuse him, I ask, “What are you going to do now, boy?”

Santo casually says, “Crush you, either by running you into the wall or falling forward and landing on top of you. Just not sure which one is better.”

I make the choice for him. I let go and back up. We stand facing each other. He’s sexy as fuck. Pumped with his hands on his hips. He’s sweaty, his rich brown skin shining as the sunlight streams in through the window. And his poser is failing to handle his rock-hard cock, stretching out from his body as more of a shiny black condom. My dick is straining my trunks, too.

Santo smirks at me with a wink, “Huh. Scaring you into letting go worked.”

I ask, “Did you just outsmart me?”

With a wide smile, he asks, “Should I be offended that you’re so surprised?”

Mmm. This is feeling very flirty. No, unacceptable. I need to get us back on track. I lift my arms up for a lockup. He matches me. I’ve gone high, low, and done a kick to the gut. What this time? Santo moves in fast. I move to dodge, hoping to slip behind him. He reaches out his arm, catching me with a clothesline that sends me down onto the mattresses. BOOF! I scramble up fast to face him.

Unfortunately, the muscleman is learning. He moves with me, getting behind me. Before I can turn to face him, his arms are sliding up my sides. I try to block him, but he easily powers me into a standing full nelson. When he locks his fingers, I’m done for. My shoulders collapse against his power and my chin is forced down between my pecs. ARGH! He’s so strong!

Santo leans back, lifting my feet off the mattress. He knows that his height is an advantage. I hang from the full nelson, gasping as I take the pain. I kick my feet to unbalance him. We wobble on the unsteady mattresses, but he takes one giant step back and finds carpeted floor. NO! With a wide stance and a stable base, there’s no moving him. I fight, but it’s useless.

The big bodybuilder lowers my feet to the mattress. Relief. Or not. He starts pushing me back and forth, side to side. Damn, he’s obviously seen this on WWL with Craig Mathers and his full nelson finisher. Santo isn’t going as fast or violently as Mathers does, but I’m still drained. I go more and more limp until I’m finally thrown to the mattress like a piece of trash. BOOF!

I land face down and don’t move. Santo jumps on top of me. Literally. His 250-lbs crashes on top and I lose all my air. SPLAT! OOF! As he slides off me, I just moan. The bodybuilder drags me up into a reverse bearhug. Oh no, not this again! His arms crush my sides. He remembers my weak spot and I whimper. I know he’s only using half-power, but it’s still a lot for me to take.

Santo surprises me. As I lean to the side, gripping his forearms for support, he blows in my ear. OOH! He leans in and kisses my lobe. I feel his tongue tickle inside my ear. OOH! He kisses my neck and I melt. I moan. The power of his crushing bearhug mixed with the tenderness of his lips and tongue has my mind reeling. Now I’m the one who can’t think of what to do.

“Turn your head to me, boy.”

I whimper, “Yes, Sir.”

The muscleman plants his lips on mine. I reach up and grab behind his head as he owns my mouth. It feels so good. I forget all about the reverse bearhug until he squeezes even harder. I exhale hard into his mouth. He laughs as he pulls his mouth off. Santo kisses my forehead, “You’re a good teacher, boy.” Another hard squeeze and my legs turn to wet noodles. UNH!

Santo releases me. I collapse to the mattress in a heap. He stands over me for a moment before he grabs under my right arm. Without any help from me, the massive muscleman pulls me up. I stumble, supported by him behind me. Just as I stabilize, his arm goes between my legs. WHAT? NO! I’m lifted up with ease and racked across his broad shoulders. ARGH!

The muscleman bounces me on his shoulders to get me in the right position. It hurts and I cry out. I hang on his shoulders as he secures me into position. One hand has my chin, pointing my head down. The other is between my legs. My 180-lbs of muscle is nothing to him. Santo moves to the floor. I’m aimed at the window. I look out, seeing the world upside down.

“Atlanta’s a cool city. Lot more trees than Houston. Glad I got a high floor facing this way. We can see a long way. And no one can look in.

I groan. I can’t really appreciate the view. The pain in my back is hitting me. He’s so casual about the torture rack. Intentional or not, the bodybuilder is sending a message. He can do this all day. Santo moves us around. He positions me so I’m facing the mirror. He starts squatting. Oh fuck, look at his muscular ass in his poser! I know I just fucked it, but I can’t get enough.

“Like this view better?”

I whimper, “Yes, Sir!”

Santo stands tall. He pulls on my chin and leg. The pain increases. I cry out, recognizing the futility of dragging this out. I’ve lost to a guy who’s never wrestled before. It sucks, but it’s amazing, too, because he’s not just any guy. Santiago. Santo. Boy. Master Steele. Sir. Whatever I call him, He’s perfection. I close my eyes, confused and overwhelmed.

I just need to do one thing.

“I submit, Sir!”

Santo moves back to the mattress. He squats down, “Ready? I’m letting go.” The bodybuilder drops me, and I roll off his shoulders, landing face down on the mattress. BOOF! I lie unmoving. I don’t know how long, but Santo sits beside me. He fondles his pouch. “It’ll be nice to get this thing off my cock.” He smacks my ass, “And get this thing on it.”

I just moan in response.

———-

SANTO’S TURN ON TOP.

The bodybuilder moves on top of me, kneeling across my waist. His butt presses down on mine. The weight feels nice. So do his hands when he grabs my shoulders and starts massaging them. Mmm. So strong. This is the life. Wrestling, fucking, and being pampered by a gorgeous bodybuilder who is also a really nice guy. I could get used to this.

Uh oh. I didn’t mean that. Well, maybe a little.

Santo leans in and softly kisses the back of my neck. Mmm. I expected him to ravage me, but he’s being gentle. He sits back up and works his hands down my back. I groan. He says, “I got certified in massage therapy in my early 20’s. Thought it might be fun.” Approving sounds come out of me, but I’m too relaxed to use words. Fuck, this is perfection.

When the muscleman finishes with me, he slides off. I roll onto my back. There’s no hiding how hard I am. Santo rubs my bulge with a smirk. He slides in beside me and palms the side of my face as he slowly and sensually makes out with me. He lays half of his body on me and half off. I enjoy being pinned by him. With my free hand, I rub the back of his head. I lose track of time.

The bodybuilder whispers, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

I happily moan, “Yes, Sir.”

Santo rolls up. He moves down my body, sliding between my legs. He pushes them up against his shoulders before shimmying my borrowed trunks off me. He grabs lube and starts playing with my hole. I watch him and he watches me. We’re so peaceful and calm. Just smiling at each other. When he finds my spot with his index finger, my eyes roll back.

“There it is. You like that, don’t you, boy?”

“I love it, Sir.”

Santo pulls his finger out. He leans forward and puts his hands on either side of my shoulders. He does a wide pushup, bringing his mouth back to mine. We make out again. He attacks my neck. Oh fuck! A dom who loves to kiss. A dom who’s willing to sub. I grab behind his head to steady myself as he seduces me. FUCK! I can feel my load building just from neck kissing.

I whimper. He gets the message. The muscleman slides down my body, kissing me every step of the way. He runs his tongue down my shaft, and I nearly lose it. Santo rises with a big smirk on his face. He can tell he’s driving me nuts. He can see my cock leaking. He knows I’m close to spontaneously cumming. But he doesn’t do or say anything. He just smirks. So hot.

I beg, “Please fuck me, Sir.”

“I was going to eat you out for the next 20 minutes.” I shake my head. “No, boy?” I shake it again. He pushes a lubed finger in. Then a second. “I have to open you up.” I shake my head and moan. “Yeah, I do.” Santo goes to work, finger fucking me slowly. The bastard. He owns me. My body is covered in goosebumps as I writhe and squirm from the power of his fingers.

“Okay, boy, I’ll take mercy on you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

The bodybuilder lifts my legs onto his shoulders as he rises higher on his knees. He lines up his cock with my hole. I brace for impact, but he smoothly slides in. It’s incredible. I cry out as he eases into my ass. I ask, “How much, Sir?” He tells me that it’s about halfway. I close my eyes and gasp. The cock keeps going in. One steady movement, slow, easy, and deep. When he bottoms out, my whole body is quivering.

Santo starts fucking me. No, that’s wrong. I realize that he’s making love to me. It’s a powerful, deep fuck, but he’s not just trying to get off. He’s making it last. And making sure I’m getting pleasure from being his bottom boy. The pace has my cock ready. I’ve never been edged by a fuck, but this is coming close. My load is primed, but he won’t open the tap. Oh my god!

I look up at him. He’s smiling down at me. When he winks, I know that he knows what he’s doing. Santo teases, “You know that you’re clamping down so hard on my cock, boy.” I shake my head. “Yes, you are. Your body is tense. On edge. You’re tight and you’re clamping down. Fuck, it feels so good, boy.” He goes balls deep again, but he holds it. He leans forward.

The muscleman kisses me with his massive cock buried up to the hilt. I’m folded up, edged, and my cock is throbbing. When he pulls his head up, his face hovering over mine, I clasp his head with both hands. I beg, “Please don’t do this to me. I can’t handle it, Sir!” All I get from him is another one of his adorable smiles. He pulls back, but he resumes the slow fuck.

The sky is getting darker. Fuck, how long has he been toying with me? Finally, Santo says, “I think you’re ready.” The bodybuilder picks up speed. He starts plowing me. I moan and cry out. My mind is wild, and my body is ultra-sensitive. It doesn’t take long now that’s he’s hammering my ass with his big dick. I cum hands-free. It’s the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in a long time. Maybe ever.

My face and hairy torso are coated in my own cum. My cock stays hard and pulsating, even though I’m drained. I’m shooting blanks, but he keeps plowing me. I meet his eyes. My mouth hangs open. He’s just smiling. He says softly, “I’m going to fill you up, boy.” I nod vigorously. “Oh yeah, here it comes.” His muscles tense. He looks up and howls like wolf at midnight.

Santo’s seed erupts inside me. He breeds my ass, filling me with his load. I cry out. I reach my hands out, putting them on top of his as they hold my legs. The man is deep fucking me with his monster cock, but it’s the touching of our hands that I will remember. He slows his pace before pulling out of me. I feel empty. Santo lets my legs down and leans back on his heels.

Phew.

I am overwhelmed with emotions. Human emotions. Santo moves over. He spins and falls onto his back beside me. PLOOF! The bodybuilder grabs me and pulls me close to him. I snuggle into him, loving the feeling of the heat from his body. I lay my head on his pec. I can hear his heart beating. Thump. Thump. Thump. It’s all I can hear. It’s all I want to hear.

Oh god.

I love this man.

What a fucking nightmare.

———-

THE FUTURE.

“Well, I feel a little more ready now. You are a good coach, Brian. I still have to think a lot, but I feel like I can get there. When I want something, I go after it. I’ll practice. I’ll learn. You said some of the sites train their wrestlers, so that might help me, too.”

I gather myself to answer honestly, “Yes. Every site will want you and do whatever’s necessary to get you ready.”

“Maybe you could continue to work with me, Brian? Behind the scenes. Or on camera. Like a tag team. Or you could be my manager.”

No, no, no. I pull away. I roll to my feet, wrap a towel around my waist, and move to the mirror. Santo watches me. He sits up but keep his distance. He knows that there’s something wrong.

I breathe in and out slowly then tell him, “My one job is done, so I’m going to go. Have a good flight back to Houston.” I almost ask him to let me know that he arrived safely. I don’t. No more mixed messages.

“Go? Like get dressed and just walk out? Not even a shower?”

“Yes. If I shower, you’ll join me and, well, I just need to go. You’re a great guy, but …” I hold back telling him that he needs someone better than me. That will only encourage him to tell me I’m great. I could tell him that two broken men don’t make an unbroken couple. Or something like that. I don’t know how to phrase it, so I simply say, “… we need to end it here. Cut all ties.”

“What?”

“I think it’s for the best.” I close my eyes and beg, “I have one request. Please don’t wrestle for any of the sites. Please.”

Santo is reeling, I get that. I hit him with a bombshell then a request. He focuses on the latter, “What? Why not?”

I sigh. After a few seconds, I open my eyes and stare at myself, “I go to those sites every day. They’re my porn. My favorite places online. I don’t think I can handle seeing you on them. Wrestling. Fucking. Dominating. Jobbing. If you’re there, I can’t be.” I turn to face him. I beg, “Please, Master Steele … Santo … please don’t take wrestling away from me.”

Santo stands up. Confusion is turning to anger, “Why do you care what I do?”

I growl, “Stop it. You know why I’m asking this.”

“I really don’t. You want to cut all ties. I hate it, but I have to accept it. However, cutting all ties means you don’t get a say in what I do. If I was dumping you, I might get it, but you’re the one who’s dumping me. You want to dump me and control me? If it will be so painful for you to see me wrestling other men, why are you kicking me out of your life?”

I close my eyes. I breathe in. Deep in. Slowly out. Ten times. “I broke things off because I was close to falling in love with you. Losing control. After today, I really am in love with you. There’s no doubt now. I am officially head over heels in love with you. If I see you on those sites, my heart will break every single time. Over and over again.” I hang my head, “This is killing me to do. I didn’t really understand how horrible and painful love is, but I sure as fuck do now.”

Santo stands up. Oh god, he’s so beautiful. He says, “You make love sound like a bad thing.”

“It is. You saw that I was scared before? I’m absolutely terrified now.”

“You’ve really never been in love?”

I realize the parallels. I couldn’t believe that he’d never wrestled. He can’t believe I’ve never been in love. I confirm it, “Never. I’ve never lasted with a guy more than a month and even with that guy I started trying to find a way out after two weeks.”

“I’ve seen your desire to breakup when you start to feel … anything. This is attempt number five with me. But you didn’t love me then and you’ve never loved those other men. If you love me now, this time might be different. Don’t you owe it to yourself to find out?” I look away. The beautiful bodybuilder offers, “We can go slow.”

I look at him and laugh, “Little late for that, isn’t it?”

“No. Whatever you’re scared of, we can work through it. I’m scared, too. But that’s no reason not to try. See where all this goes.”

“See where it goes? That’s your plan?”

“Yes. Look, if you’re lucky, once you get to know me better, you’ll fall out of love.” Santo smiles and his eyes, those amazing hypnotic eyes, seem to sparkle. “That was a joke.”

“It’s not funny.” I bury my face in my hands, “None of this is funny.”

“How about this? We start with an open relationship. Just hanging out. Wrestling. Sex. Play. Some dating. No strings. I let you lead. We go at your pace.”

I look at him like he’s crazy, “How will we hang out? We’re a thousand miles apart.”

Santo shrugs, “There’s no reason I need to stay in Houston. I moved there on an impulse. Only been there a year. Family is back in Chicago. My friends are new. My life is portable. I can move anywhere there’s a gym and Wi-Fi.”

I shake my head, “No, no, no, no. I can’t ask you to do that. Not just for me.”

“It’s not just for you. It’s for me. I never thought I’d connect with another man like this again. I want to see this through. Wherever it leads. You’re trying to push me away, but when you push a dom hard enough, he pushes back. Well, I’m pushing back, Brian. Hard.”

“You’d move for me?”

“I’ll move for me. Don’t get stressed. Look, I’ve moved before. As a kid. And now as an adult. I know how to make a life in a new place. I made friends in Houston. I will find friends here. I won’t be a burden on you. I will make a life of my own. Just in the same city as you. And if things don’t work out, I won’t blame you. It will be worth it no matter what happens.”

“Shit. You actually believe that. You believe that the possibility of love is greater than the risk of crippling pain and heartache.”

Santo nods, “I know it is. I’ve lived it. All the pain I’ve experienced in the past few years was worth one second of loving, and being loved by, George.”

I shake my head and look at the ceiling, exasperated. “I’m not George.” We stare at each other. I admit, “For some bizarre reason, I’m starting to believe it too.” I pause. I look him in the eyes. “Actually, I know the reason. It’s because I believe in you, Santo. I don’t believe in myself, but I’ll believe in you.”

“Good, because I believe in both of us, Brian.”

Santiago moves in and hugs me. I hold onto him tightly, like my life depends on it. It feels so good. He’s so gentle with me. Rubbing my back. Kissing the top of my head. Finally, we break. He grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. We shower. The hot water feels nice. His hands caressing me make me feel safe. I beg him to fuck me again. He takes control. My fears subside. The muscleman enters me. I submit to him. I’m overwhelmed in a good way.

When room service arrives, we’re lounging on the sofa in plush white hotel robes. Santo’s can’t close over his chest, leaving the deep crevice between his pecs exposed. He’s perfect. The waiter smiles at us, carrying in the tray. He doesn’t even acknowledge the mattresses on the floor. He’s hot, but I’m not even tempted to flirt. Not today. Santiago is also very professional. I get up for food as he signs and sends the man on his way.

When he comes back to me, Santo says, “I think he wanted to join us.”

I feed him a juicy strawberry, “Did you want him to?” Drops squirt out, running down from his lips, over his chin, and dripping down onto his chest in the ‘V’ of his robe. “You could call down and ask him to come back upstairs with some hot sauce or whatever.”

Santo swallows as I lick drops of strawberry juice from between his pecs up to his chin. He feeds me a grape and smiles, “This weekend, I just want you.”

I pour us each a glass of water. “Real estate here, it can be tough to find something good. I have a big condo. A guest room. I think it was for a live-in. It has its own bathroom. Sitting area. Privacy. If you get back to Houston and still decide to do this, you can stay with me until you find your own place.” I pause then casually add, “No matter how long that takes.”

“Are you sure? Kind of challenges my ‘take it slow’ and ‘no burden’ idea.”

“No, I’m not sure, but I’m never sure of anything in my life. Let’s say that I’m less unsure about this than anything else.” Oh god, Shannon is going to have a field day with this. No matter what he decides, I better get back to two sessions a week immediately.

Santo smiles. “So, we’re doing this now?” I nod. “You’re done breaking up with me for a while?” I nod. He gets a devilish grin on his face, “The charcuterie board can keep. Let’s celebrate.”

I ask nervously, “How?”

The musclehunk unties my robe and peels it off my shoulders. It falls to the floor. The bodybuilder picks me up, cradling my naked body in his strong arms. He lowers me onto the mattress at his feet. BOOF! Santo unties his robe and slides it off his shoulders and down his arms. It lands in a heap. I moan as he stands over me naked. The gorgeous bodybuilder drops down on top of me. His body crushing me feels so good as we make out.

The bodybuilder moves his mouth from mine. His hot breath hits my ear, “Okay, boy. You’re going to put me back in that dragon sleeper hold of yours. You’re going to play with me. I’m going to try to escape it.” Santo rises with a devilish grin, “Eventually.”

“Yes, Sir!”

THE END.

This story is mostly a fantasy. However there is some actual facts mixed in as well.

I was getting ready to head out a day at my favorite sex club. This club is 30 miles away and I was on Squirt checking it out to see who, if anyone, was going to be there today as well as to let anyone interested know that I would be there shortly.

This is when I got the bad news. There had been a fire the previous day and the club was closed until further notice. Damn the luck!

I started checking on alternatives but there didn’t seem to be any action anywhere today.

The nearest place was an hour or more away and I’d already missed the most active time of the day for it. It looked like it was going to be an internet solo performance for me.

Now after several months I got word that the club would soon be re-opening.

Now comes my fantasy about it.

I found the grand re-opening day and made plans to be there. I knew it would be busy but that just made it hotter.

When I arrived I noticed the outside had been completely re-done in a new color. So far so good. I went in and paid my money then walked around the place to see what had been changed.

As I figured it would be it was packed inside with people. There were mf couples, mm couples t-gurls as well as a lot of single men such as myself. All were mingling, some naked , some semi clothed and others fully clothed.

I saw guys fucking guys, sucking cocks and fucking women.

I quickly found a locker and put away my clothes. I got out my toys and lube then went back to cruising.

I found a new sling and there were several guys standing around it but nobody in it. I walked up to it and asked for some help getting into it. Once I was in it someone grabbed my lube and loosened up my hole.

The same guy then pushed his cock into me with one hard push. I began to cry out from the pain but my mouth was soon filled with another cock. Once these guys got a rhythm going the swing did the rest for them.

As one cock was pushed into one hole the other would come partially out of the other. This was a great start to the day and the perfect spit roasting. It wasn’t long before they both began shooting their loads of cum into me at both ends.

As soon as these two finished two others took their places. After the same thing took place a second time I decided to check out some of the new layout and see what else I could find.

The next place was a new maze with more glory holes. I decided to pass on this one and moved along. I then found a black out room and decided to check it out.

As soon as I stepped inside I bumped into someone and he grabbed my cock. He dropped to his knees and sucked my cock into his mouth. He was a damn good cock sucker and took me all the way into his throat.

I held his head and began fucking his mouth and throat until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I let a huge load of cum go straight down his throat. When he pulled off and stood back up I moved further into the room.

It didn’t take long before I bumped into someone else. This time though I was just turned around, put up against the wall and took his cock balls deep into my ass.

My own cock never got soft from the blow job a minute earlier and I began enjoying the fucking I was getting. This guy must not have cum for awhile because he didn’t last long and then he flooded me with a huge load of seed.

By now I needed a rest so I went back to the TV room and found a chair to relax in and watch some porn while I recuperated.

After a while one of the t-gurls stopped and we began chatting. She was quite friendly and soon told me she had a bondage room if I was interested in joining her for some bondage fun.

I had to tell her that I would love to but I am a total bottom and never top anyone if that was what she wanted me for.

She laughed and said, I was hoping to find someone like you here today. I want to make you my personal cum slut so let’s go.

I followed her and once inside she immediately put me onto a fuck bench. Then when I was secure she told me to open my mouth and take all of her cock. She soon had it into my throat and her balls were against my chin.

Then she bent over my back and began playing with my ass. She lubed me up and then pushed a small toy in. After fucking me with that she swapped it for a larger one.

She did this a couple more times before declaring I was now ready for her cock. She stepped up behind me and slowly pushed her cock into my hungry hole.

Once fully impaling me she began fucking me in a slow and steady rhythm. Just kind of rocking back and forth. She asked me if I liked it and I told her I did.

After several minutes of this there was a knock on the door. She told me this would be her friend and I would really like her because she had a much bigger cock than she did.

She pulled out of me and let her friend in. This T-gurl was a black goddess. Tall and built like that proverbial shithouse. She also had the biggest ebony cock I had seen in a very long time.

She asked her friend if she had me all prepped for her to use. She said she did and to have her way with me.

The first gurl stepped back in front of me and had me sucking her cock again as the other one began fucking me from behind.

I have never felt so full of cock before and was loving it. These two had a lot of stamina. They fucked me at both ends for a very long time before finally  emptying their balls into me at both ends.

When the finished fucking me they both sat down next to me, leaving me strapped onto the bench and started asking me about myself and telling me a little about themselves. I asked if they were going to let me up from the bench.

They told me not until we are done with you. One of them got up and showed me some nipple clamps. These are for round two, then laughed.

They didn’t take long to recover and I saw their cocks rising again. I felt the first clamp on my nipple and it hurt but then the second one was put on my other nipple and I yelped with the sudden pain.

Now the ebony gurl put her cock against my mouth and told me to suck it while her friend fucked my other hole.

Once again I was being fucked at both ends but this time my nipples were brought into play, they are so sensitive to begin with but with these clamps on them I was in sensory overload and soon my cock began spurting a load of hot cum.

Since I had already cum before this I was ready to call it a day after this one. But they had other ideas about that. They just kept fucking away at my mouth and ass. I soon felt my cock getting hard again.

On of them wrapped her hand around it and just slowly stroked it. When she had me almost ready to cum again they both put more effort to their fucking me and we all shot off at the same time.

This time when they pulled their cocks away from my holes they released me from the bench. I thanked them for the wonderful time they gave me and told them I hoped to get with them again sometime. We exchanged numbers and I headed back into the rest of the club.

By now I figured I had seen about half of the remodeled club but was exhausted so I got my clothes from the locker, got dressed and left for home.

I am already making plans to return as well as meeting my two new friends for some more bondage fun with them.

Now, if just a little bit of this becomes reality I will be a happy camper!

A mouth full of cum

What a lovely surprise

The outcome of sucking off

Two or three guys

The feel of a cock

As it jerks on your tongue

As it spurt out it’s spunk

From a cock pretty hung

What about two pricks

Enclosed in your gob

With your tongue bent on draining

Each suckable knob

You swallow you gulp

You suck like your possessed

With a hot rugged man

Who has straddled your chest

Another man face fucking

You on the right

Two cum loaded cocks

In your mouth hot and tight

The spurt and the groans

As the cum gushes out

The thrill and the taste

As you swill it about

The throb of each cock

Their balls draining dry

Your mouth full of spunk

As their cocks satisfy

You greedily drain

Every last drop of jizz

The pricks are still throbbing

Their balls in a tizz

The spunk is too much

It runs out down your chin

Your tongue’s hanging out

As you lick it back in

You wallow in spunk

It’s what you really need

You’re just a cum slut

Who desires a good feed

So you look for another cock

Or maybe two

A couple of stiff ones

Who know what to do

To cum in your mouth

As you greedily suck

Your sixth load of spunk

That’s a mega face fuck!

I won’t say which country this is set in, if you are good at geography, you can probably figure it out for yourself. It was 1978 and I was 22. Since moving from the coast to the leafy suburbs of the largest city some 18 months previously, I had been on a fitness campaign. Whether it was the altitude or that I had become a little lazy, I decided I was in need of improvement.  I stepped-up my running, swimming, used weights and just recently before this event, had started gym training with a ‘personal trainer’.  I was now running 10k in 35 minutes and a half marathon in one hour eighteen minutes.

 My daily regime comprised a run every morning and often again in the evening. I loved wearing my skimpy shorts, which were revealing even by late 1970s standards. My favourites were some blue cotton Adidas shorts, with three white stripes and hem splits, just like Bruce Jenner had worn in the 1976 Olympics.

 I was forever horny, wanking two or three times every day. I liked to cum onto my old navy blue nylon speedos, which I had owned since my swimming and diving days at school, then wear them under my shorts on my sweaty runs through the suburbs. When they had become too crusty or pungent, I would take an early morning run to the local out-door pool and when no-one else was there, take a swim in them to wash them.

 Working as a technician with a house-building company, I liked to be hands-on with some of the more complex masonry work and lifting bricks and mortar all day helped with my muscle training. I rarely wore more than cut-off denim shorts and a tee-shirt for work and consequently was deeply tanned. I topped-up with sun-bathing at the pool or in the yard at home for a perfect speedo tan-line.

 In the summer season between September and April, I used to swim at a new 25m outdoor pool about half an hour’s run or a ten minute drive from where I lived. Otherwise, if there was a pool near where I happened to be working, then I would swim in my lunch-break or before making my way home.

 My problem was that I liked men, more specifically having sex with men. I was mostly a bottom but could top, especially if it was a shorter guy with a great bubble butt. When I had first started work nearly four years ago, I was living in a construction camp for a huge industrial project. I had a small room in a single mens’ accommodation block. In the first few weeks I was there, I spent too much time hanging around the washroom in my briefs and soon became known as a willing cock-sucker. Then things quickly got out of hand and I became the victim of a group of perverts in a phase of my life I am not proud of. Jan, a Dutch guy, who was junior management there and also on the accommodation committee, rescued me from this group and became my sort of pimp, such that access for sex with me was only with his permission and under his supervision. He himself though, had strong sadistic tendencies and soon it developed into a master and slave arrangement. I endured punishment and indignities, but equally I was disappointed if my services were not called upon. When work was running down on the project, I moved to a new job at the coast and we parted company.

 Unfortunately, the country had draconian laws against homosexuality. You could be judicially caned and sentenced to hard labour in a prison camp for gross indecency offences, not to mention so called treatments rumoured to involve electric shocks and chemical castration, so one had to be extremely cautious in making any approaches and be particularly careful not to be caught in the act. It was not so easy to find sex living outside the closed societies of school or the construction camp. While I lived down on the coast there were occasional encounters on the beach and in the sand dunes, but rarely a satisfying fuck. I had had a lucky escape when I was arrested for hanging around in my speedos too long in the men’s toilets at the beach. I was taken to the police compound, held in a bare room for a few hours, given a strapping, a humiliating internal examination, held for a while in a bare cell, then released with a warning, but not charged.  The shame and outright fear still haunted me, but in other senses it was erotically stimulating. I am sure I was set up. The arrest happened about a month after a weekend visit from Jan when I had confided in him my beach cruising technique or it may have been a sexy guy I was trying to entice into the toilet block. This incident was the reason why I had changed jobs and moved to the city, but that’s all a story for another time.

 Back in the big city, I rented a room in a single storey house on a big plot. Hard to call it a lawn or garden, more a piece of veld. I shared with my landlord, Mike, and another guy who only ever slept there during the week, but my landlord’s girlfriend Kate, was a near permanent resident too. She was a beautiful young woman and looked fantastic in her bikini. Kate was my confidante. She knew all about my preferences and experiences. She had revealed to me the real meaning of the ‘Fitness training and discipline for boys of all ages’ small ads in the newspaper.  She egged me on to make the call and for the past few months I had been attending my ‘personal trainer’ on a Sunday morning in the next suburb. I was required to arrive precisely on time in clean white gym kit, no underwear, body hair neatly shaved. There was 50 minutes of intense interval and weights training in a big triple garage laid out as a well-equipped gym complete with wooden floor. This was followed by discipline for time or kit infringements or not meeting set targets. Discipline was a shorts-down caning over an old leather vaulting horse.  There was no sex allowed or imposed but the canings always got my juices going and ‘Sir’ seemed to ignore my raging erections. I always left a dark pre-cum patch on the worn leather of the horse.

 Sunday afternoons were quiet. Everything was closed. Mike always used to go and visit his daughter from his former marriage. Sometimes Kate would go with him, but, if it was a hot sunny afternoon, she would want to do some sun-bathing at our place, as she herself lived in an apartment block.  I would also be out in the yard topping up my tan. She would set-up on the patio of the main bedroom and I would choose a spot on the other side of the house. At some point in the afternoon the teasing would start, either with the garden hose or with her wielding one of Mike’s leather belts. After a chase around the plot and some play fighting, we would adjourn to the bedroom and she would scream with delight as I satisfied her. Since the spring and her fascination with my fresh Sunday cane marks, it had become a regular event. I was not however in danger of becoming straight.

  

It was January, the hottest month of the year. I was substituting a swim after work for my usual evening run. There was almost always a thunderstorm mid-afternoon at this time of year which cleared the air, but on this particular day it was oppressively cloudy and hot and the thunder had rumbled around all afternoon without the storm actually breaking. I was working on some prestige new houses near the motor racing circuit, so my local pool, just off the main road into town was the most convenient. As I arrived, there were only a handful of people there. I quickly changed into my speedos in the men’s block. It had to be my decent newer black pair rather than my cum soaked favourites on this occasion. There were no lockers here, so I took my clothes, takkies (plimsolls/sneakers), soap and towel and placed them on a concrete bench at the poolside, then I started my swim.  I usually aimed to do 40 lengths.

 After about 10 lengths, the last of the patrons had left and there was just one guy who appeared to be working over by the plant room.

 As I continued swimming, the sky was becoming darker and the thunder rumbled more loudly. At about 25 lengths, the guy came over to take some water samples.  He was a great looking guy, a few years older, a bit taller and more mature in build than me with long curly hair. He was wearing a white tee-shirt with a wavy blue logo on it ‘Aquatech’ or something, and some small khaki jeans shorts which revealed his long thighs as he crouched by the pool. Absolutely just my type of man. Despite swimming fast, I could feel my cock getting hard.

 As I passed close to him, he shouted ‘How’s your swim going?’ Trying not to swallow water I said something like ‘Getting there, nearly finished.’  On the next pass he said ‘How many lengths do you do?’ I replied ‘forty’. I missed his response in the splashing. At that point, I thought I detected the first drops of rain, so on the next pass I slowed down and asked him ‘Do you mind putting my clothes in the changing room? I think it’s starting to rain’. He replied ‘no problem’. As I turned for the next length, I saw he was carrying my things in one hand, but he seemed to have my little blue briefs in his other hand as if he was having a sniff at them.  It had been a hot, sweaty day and with some of the guys on site working stripped to their underpants, I had been horny most of the time. The briefs must have smelled quite rank and would have been full of snail trails.

 By length 32 it was definitely raining. He had finished collecting his samples and I could see he was sheltering at the door of the changing block.  There was a vivid flash of lightning with a near instantaneous clap of thunder as I swam away on the next length and as I turned for 35, the water began to hiss with a torrent of rain and hail. Quickly reaching the pool end I hoisted myself out and sprinted across the grass to the changing block. It seemed as if I became wetter over that short distance across the grass than I was in the pool. The hail was painful on my bare skin.

 We stood together in the doorway watching the storm in amazement. The lightning and thunder were continuous and you could hardly make out the pool through the rain and hail.

 I thanked the guy for bringing my clothes in. He said something like: you are lucky I am here. He didn’t seem too talkative, not as friendly as he had been at the poolside, though it was difficult to hear anything over the noise of the storm. I had slowed my breathing after my exertions in the pool and was conscious of being so close to this good-looking guy. The changing block was nothing more than a short corridor where we were standing with the toilet on one side, then widening to an area no more than 2m by 2m, with a slatted bench, a few clothes hooks and high-level frosted windows. I had had the occasional encounter in the toilet cubicle. There was no shower, though there were two outside by the pool.

 I was excited and wanted this guy so much, but scared to make a move. My cock was starting to respond, but doing the old ‘just adjusting my cock’ routine seemed too dangerous a move. He was standing on my left. I surreptitiously kept glancing at his gorgeous thigh and the front of his shorts. He was obviously well packed there, but I couldn’t detect if he had a hard-on. We stood a minute or so longer watching the storm without talking. I did a bit of ‘brushing surplus water’ from the back of my speedos and I was slowly developing a bulge.  The hail had stopped by now and the intensity of the rain was slightly diminished. You could just about see the pool but there was still plenty of lightning.  I thought I might undo the tie-cord on my speedos. Being the old nylon type, not the modern lycra material, they tended to sag a bit at the front when the cord was undone. A bit of an old cruising trick as you could often catch a glimpse of cock in its speedo nest.  Using a particularly vivid lightning flash as an excuse, I took a step backwards, quickly pulling the cord undone and having a better look at his arse at the same time. Very nice it looked in his little shorts exposed by his shorty tee-shirt. But then disaster: on the finger of his left hand there was a wedding band.

 Disappointed, thinking what might have been, I watched the rain for a minute longer trying to stand casually with my thumbs in the waistband of my speedos at back and my palms on my arse cheeks and then declared:

 ‘Seems to be clearing now, I’m going to dry off.’

 As I turned to face the changing area, he swiftly turned and caught my neck in an armlock with his left arm,

 ‘No you’re not, you dirty little slut boy.’

 I could have fought, but bodily contact with this guy was what I’d been hoping for, though I hadn’t imagined it would be quite like this. Turning me half around to face him, he slapped my right butt cheek hard with his free hand. Yanking my speedo down at the back to fully expose my butt, he administered further hard slaps on my bare cheeks. I yelped, arching my body to vainly distance my butt from his hand, but also thinking he must surely be able to see the fading cane marks from the previous Sunday.

 He twisted me fully around and forced me to my knees, facing his crotch. Now grabbing my wet hair with his left hand (I was in my Roger Daltrey longish curly phase at that time) with his right hand he undid the waist button of his shorts and pulled down the zip. He had little navy blue discount-store briefs on of the type I wore and there was clearly something big inside. I was excited and scared at the same time, I knew what was coming. As I was prone to do in such circumstances, I pissed myself a little. Hitching down his briefs revealed a monster. Cut, not quite fully erect, it was longer than my own not inconsiderable offering, but it was as thick as any I had experienced before.

 ‘Suck it, slut boy’ and he slapped me face with his free hand.

 Though I had had plenty of experience of this when I was living at the construction camp, in fact my tops said I was really good at it, I was somewhat out of practice and I had rarely taken one this size before. I started slowly and tenderly with the tongue and reached down to my own cock that was still trapped in the front of my half-pulled-down speedos. I used to love jacking-off as I sucked cock and usually came myself the instant the top’s cum flowed.

 ‘Suck it, I said’ as he thrust deep into my throat, pulling me towards him by my hair.

 I gagged and gagged again as he thrust forward pulling me onto him. Plans to jerk my own cock as I sucked him were abandoned. I was holding onto his thighs for balance and to try and resist the ferocity of his thrusting. He pounded my face until I was nearly passing out for lack of breath, then he would withdraw, slapping my face, allowing me to take one gasp of air before plunging in again. I clamped my lips tight around his shaft in the hope of making him cum quickly, but the pattern of thrusting, my gagging, gasping, slapping and more plunging carried on. The rain outside still poured down, but I was sweating, drooling spit and frankly only half conscious. 

 Still he carried on, grabbing my wet hair and forcing me down on him right up to the hilt as I choked then he released, allowed me to take half a breath then continued just as hard. Sometimes shifting to inside my right cheek then to the left, the pounding continued without let up. My mind flashed to the techniques I had been coached in; I was forgetting about looking up at master with puppy eyes. My eyes were for the most part pressed up hard against his abdomen, but in one of the brief breathing intervals I managed to look up and made eye contact.  The effect was to make him thrust even stronger if that were possible. I was beginning to pass out, but managed the eye contact again while gasping for breath.  He started to moan and released the grip on my hair. At the next gasp, I did the big puppy eyes again and held out my tongue as I had been taught. He put both his hands behind my head and pushed my mouth back hard onto his cock. I was waiting for that big jet of hot cum that I adored so much, but no, he withdrew, grabbed me by my hair and pulled me upright, at the same time using his foot to yank my speedos down to my ankles. He then frog-marched me with my ankles tethered by my speedos along the corridor to the slatted bench in the changing area.

 With the fading afternoon light and the deep cloud from the storm, it was quite gloomy in there apart from the occasional lightning flash. It continued to rain heavily though the thunder seemed to be becoming more distant.  My clothes, takkies and towel had been thrown into the corner, but my little blue pre-cum stained briefs and my bar of soap were centre on the bench. Gripping my hair, he kicked the bench away from the wall, picked up the briefs and although I was still gasping for breath and drooling, he stuffed them into my mouth. He put one foot on my speedos which were still around my ankles, forcing one leg out of them and straddling me over the bench at one end, then pressing the back of my neck, forced me forward and told me to hold the other end of the bench and stay there. With his free hand he picked up my soap bar and slicked it up and down my arse crack which was still wet. The soap burned as he worked it into my hole. Still struggling for breath and half dazed I knew what was coming. I felt his tip trace down my arse crack locating my hole and without further ado, plunged his cock deep inside me. Being tight from months of no action, it felt as if a dagger had split my arse apart.  I screamed into my gag with pain and just a hint of pleasure. I tried to arch my back to pull away, but I was stuck with my legs straddled and if I had let go with my arms, I would have fallen flat on my face. He pushed my head back down with one hand and spanked my right buttock really hard with his other, then started to thrust deep and rough.

 With a rhythm developed, I looked down between my legs. I could see upside-down his gorgeous tanned thighs and the hems of his little khaki shorts.  My own cock and balls were bouncing in tune with the thrusting. I was responding, for months this was what I had been aching for, a damn good fucking, though perhaps not as intense and uncontrolled as this. He held my neck down, I kept gripping the bench as he continued to pound my arse, groaning, half pain half pleasure, into my gag. He shifted his position; he was now hitting my sweet spot. I shuffled back a fraction on my toes, putting more strain onto my arms but allowing his thrusts to hit just in the right place. My cock was now fully erect. He slapped my arse again hard. I don’t know why having my arse punished turned me on so much, but it did. A thought flashed back to my time at the coast and my trip to the police compound in my speedos and having my arse strapped. It was enough, my hole began to clench, his rhythm changed to a slower deeper thrust and at the same instant as I shot jet after jet of hot cum onto the bench and floor, I felt that favourite warm wet tickle as he came inside me. My arms collapsed and we fell forward onto the bench as he thrust as deep as he could go, still pumping.

 Face down, my head over the end of the bench, I was looking at my own cum on the floor. With my arms now free of holding the position, I reached to remove my gag, but he clamped his hand over my mouth and pushed the briefs even further in. He slicked out of me, cleaning the excess off his cock in my arse crack. He stepped alongside me and seemed to reach over. I thought he was picking up my towel, but no, he had taken one of my takkies and he proceeded to use it to whack my arse cheeks with enormous ferocity first one side then the other, over and over again. I screamed into my gag and tried to escape from the bench, but he had moved to the side with his left knee pinning my back and his right hand thus free to destroy my arse cheeks.

 ‘You dirty little perverted slut. Shame I haven’t got a cane. I’d show you what it means to be caned.’

 One ferocious slap after another, alternate cheeks, my pleadings to stop unheard through the gag. My cock was being painfully bruised as I bucked and rolled on the hard bench trying uselessly to avoid the punishment.  He stopped, throwing my takkie back into the corner, his arm must have tired. He fastened his shorts button and pulled up the zip.

 ‘Clean up that mess on the floor before you go’, and with that, he walked out.

 It took me a minute or so to recover my composure. I just lay uncomfortably on the bench shaking. I realised I still had my briefs in my mouth and took them out. My mouth and lips were sore, my arsehole was sore, my cock was bruised, but moreover my arse cheeks were burning after their vicious spanking. He must have seen my fading cane marks from last Sunday morning and it clearly triggered his sadistic side.

 I eased myself up from the bench and rubbed my sore arse. There were strings of my cum on the floor and on the slats of the bench. I wiped it all up as ordered using my dirty little briefs.  They were well soaked with my spit and cum by the time I’d finished. I hung them on one of the clothes hooks, then I picked up my towel, takkies, shorts and tee-shirt and put them neatly folded on the bench, perhaps in a sub-conscious attempt to retrieve some order.

 The rain hadn’t quite stopped but it was a little brighter, though at the same time the light was beginning to fade as evening came. I needed to have a shower and start on my way home. The lights on my truck were not great and the last thing I needed now was to be stopped by the police. I had to go outside to the poolside showers so I picked up my wet speedos and eased them over my burning arse. I took my soap, but left my towel otherwise it would get wet outside. My speedos didn’t fully cover the redness from the spanking I had just endured and there was part of one cane mark from last Sunday that was exposed beyond my tan-line.

 The thunder was still rumbling in the distance, but the air had a freshness, the pine and eucalyptus smell as always after a big storm. The pool looked tempting and I decided I should quickly finish my interrupted forty lengths. I thought I was up to about thirty-two, so I dived into the deep end and struck out with a steady front crawl. The water felt so great, cooled by the intense hail storm, it relieved my aches and soothed by burning arse. A thought struck me as to what I was going to wear under my cut-off denim shorts on the way home, wet speedos or cum soaked briefs. I needed something, the shorts had no lining and were cut so high that my cock would otherwise escape. I did a perfect racing turn at the far end then accelerated my stroke towards the changing block end. Another great turn and at racing speed another length and turn heading for my final few lengths. I glanced at some movement by the entrance gate and slowed to take a better look. It was two cops.

 This was not good. I reached the end and turned again continuing my swim. They were bound to find my cum soaked briefs if they went into the changing room. This could be yet another trip to the police compound in speedos, but this time already with spanking and cane marks to explain, not to mention an arse full of cum. I had been warned last time that any further indecency incidents would likely lead to prosecution, a judicial caning and an extended stay in a ‘correctional facility’.  The images flashed through my mind of my past experience; being led off from the beach in handcuffs, transported in the cage on the police truck, held in a stinky cell then being bound naked to a spanking bench and receiving fierce strokes of the strap.  I pissed myself as I swam. As I turned again, one cop was now by the end of the pool, signalling for me to stop. The other was heading to the changing block.

 ‘Sorry to spoil your swim meneer, but can I ask how long you’ve been here?’

 ‘Er, only a few minutes’, I stuttered, feigning being out of breath, ‘I have been waiting in my truck outside for the storm to pass’.

 ‘Did you see anyone else here?’

 ‘No, everyone was gone by the time I came in. I saw a maintenance guy leaving just as the rain was stopping.’

 ‘Anyone else?’

 ‘No, though the storm was so intense for a while. It was difficult to see out of my truck.’

 ‘Would you mind stepping out of the pool for a minute.’

 I pissed some more as I hoisted myself out of the pool, making sure to keep my back away from the officer. I realised I needed to expel the cum from my hole, but I had missed the opportunity.

 ‘Now, what’s your name?’

 ‘Tony Buller, sir, b-u-double l-e-r.’ I spelt it out, because I knew that on my last run-in with the police, they had recorded it as Boller.

 ‘Well Mr Buller, it’s just we have had a complaint about men engaging in sex in the changing room. You would not have anything to do with that, would you?’

 ‘No, no, I didn’t see anything.’

 The other cop was emerged from the changing room carrying my little blue briefs on his pen.  I must have gone pale and released another stream of piss which trickled warm down the inside of my leg. Fortunately, I was still dripping wet from the pool so it was not immediately noticeable.

 His colleague approached, ‘What have you found there, Farnie?’

 ‘These little pants smell a bit ripe; someone has recently ejaculated in them.’

 The first cop turning to me said ‘They are not by any chance yours, are they?’

 ‘No, no, sir.’ I probably replied far too urgently, ‘they were hanging on a wall hook, when I put my clothes and towel on the bench in there. I didn’t want to touch them, they looked gross.’

 ‘What do think, Farnie, should we take him in for examination?’

 I released more piss, this time erupting through the thin nylon of my speedos, but they were concentrating on the briefs, and it quickly dissipated, I think I also let some of the cum in my arse go too.’

 ‘Well, he looks the type in his skimpy little swimming costume, but these briefs look to be too small for him and his clothes seem to be in a nice pile in there, so we’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.’

 Adjusting my stance to keep my backside away from them, I muttered something incoherent about ‘definitely not mine and thank you so much’.

 Farnie said to the first officer, ‘We’ll put these in an evidence bag and see if anything else crops up.’

 I made a mental note to dispose of the matching pairs of the same brand and size that I had. I used to buy ‘LB 72-76’ large boys size for the tight sexy fit. They turned and headed towards the gate. I carefully twisted away from them and slid back into the pool.

 Then Farnie turned and said ‘Incidentally, Mr Buller, where are your briefs?’

 ‘I…I just wear my trunks under my shorts for a quick change by the pool.’

 ‘OK, I just wondered’

 By the tone of his voice, he clearly doubted me. The image of being stretched on the punishment bench at the police station, flashed through my mind again. They continued on, out of the gate.

  I did two more lengths, then dashed for the changing room, towelled down quickly, pulled on my t-shirt and my little cutoff denim shorts over my damp speedos, slipped on my takkies and ran for my truck. It started first time, which was a plus. The Thursday evening traffic was slow, there was debris on the roads from the storm and some flooding. The daylight was fading rapidly and my headlights were little more than a cream-coloured glow.

 My head was spinning with trying to make sense of what had just happened. What a fantastic fuck that was; I felt it must have ranked in the top two or three of my life. Yes, it had to be regarded as another sadistic rough fuck, which I had vowed to avoid after my experiences at the construction camp, but shooting cum while being fucked was an exquisite experience. I just seemed to attract the sadistic types. The spanking had really hurt, but perhaps it was a rightful punishment for my behaviour.

 My hole was still throbbing and I realised I still had most of his big load inside me. The guy must have called the police. There was definitely no-one else around in that storm. What if I saw him again? What if we’d been caught? We could have gone to prison together and he could have fucked me like that every day, twice a day even three times a day. I might have been sentenced to a judicial caning. I could only imagine what that felt like: my cock twitched. What if the police had turned-up five minutes earlier when I was still mopping-up cum in the changing room?  What would have happened at the police station? I had real experience of the humiliating internal examinations and being stretched over a punishment bench. They would have found the cum inside me. I shuddered at the thought.  Then the spanking; my arse was sore to sit on, how was I going to explain my bright red arse to my personal trainer on Sunday. I was likely to get a severe caning from him, perhaps I would cum on his vaulting horse.

 By the time I was nearing home, my cock was straining out of the hem of my speedos. What was wrong with me, it was barely an hour since I’d shot a massive load.

 Kate was cooking dinner in the kitchen when I got back wearing her tight jeans and shorty white tee-shirt. Mike and the other guy were not home yet. The first thing she said was ‘What happened to your lips?’ I had not realised they were bruised purple from the severe face fucking. I related in detail what had happened. I could see I was turning her on.

 ‘Let’s see your butt then’

 I lowered my shorts and still damp speedos, to show my, by now ,bright pink butt, releasing my cock at the same time.

 ‘Wow! That looks really sore, I’m going to rub some balm on it. Slip your pants off and bend over the table.’

 I readily complied, spreading my legs as if to receive another spanking. Maybe she was fetching Mike’s leather belt. There was a string of pre-cum dangling from my cock. In a few seconds she returned from the bedroom with a jar of stuff and proceeded rub it slowly and firmly onto my sore arse cheeks. It invoked a memory of a similar situation in my teen years. It felt so good. Her fingers traced towards my arse crack, then slowing up and down it, then touching my hole, pressing harder, one finger inside, then two, absolutely exquisite and my second load of the evening was dripping onto the floor.

 ‘Good boy. Was that nice? Now release all that nasty cum that’s up your arse.’

So this is the morning we made it to the Chevy. Grab it and go right? WRONG!!  The first problem was that the tires were all flat, that in itself took half the day just to pump them up with Jim’s little 12v air compressor. Then, two of the brake drums had turned into one with the brake shoes causing the wheels not to turn. It was a hot and humid day as we desperately tried to free the wheels by adjusting the shoes with an adjusting tool. Not a chance. We tried everything and finally decided to pull the drums and remove the shoes. Jim, beating and banging on the back of the drum like an angry caveman finally got one off. Then finally the other as sweat poor off his brough and wetness appeared on the chest of his shirt and in the arm pit area.  Back on the wheels went after removing the shoes and I hooked it up to the come-a-long to pull it up onto the trailer. After strapping it down it was getting dark and Jim said “let’s check back into the hotel for another night and head back tomorrow morning” I agreed and back to the motel we went.

In the room, Jim stripped down right in front of me. This may sound odd but yeah, I had seen him shirtless around his yard before, yeah, he even had fucked me, but I never actually saw him naked before. His hairy chest, still slightly glistening with sweat as was his hairy big belly and then . . . his cock was dangling, his hairy humongous balls behind them really began to turn me on. His pubic hair was endlessly thick as it continued into his hairy muscular thighs. His cock was about 6.5 to 7 inches and thick and I softly said, “wow, that monster was inside of me?” And Jim grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him to take a closer look. This was the first time that a man’s penis had me really hot and as he pulled me into him, I smelled his strong man scent, a sweaty dampness filled my nostrols and began blasting my senses with desire. I sniffed his balls and crorch until I was about to burst.  I could not resist any longer as Jim layed back on the bed and my face followed his crotch sniffing and begining to feel his hair on my face, I began to kiss then lick and suck his sweatty manness. “What the fuck was I doing?” my mind raced but to no avail. Nibbling, sucking kissing and licking, I was unable to stop, his sweat was like a deliciousness I had never ever experienced and I found myself totally under his crotch’s smelly sweatty spell.  I sort of looked up to see his cock now fully erect and OH HELL, I never desired anything more. I found myself selfishly, greedily, out of control licking and sucking the shaft, staring at his big mushroom head. It was leaking, the head covered in his precum and I attacked it with a lust that I never knew I had. Slurping and licking his delicious precum off his cockhead.  Then into my opened mouth his head went, and I began sucking and bobbing like a wild slut with no morals, no self respect and no shame. He OWNED me and I was under his cock’s spell. He asked if I wanted a load, “ummhumm” I moaned, not stopping even long enough to answer with words.

Then he began tensing, he grabbed my hair, he pumped his cock in and out of my throat. Grunting and twitching shaking and pulling my hair, he grunted, “cummin” and I pulled back so only his head was in my mouth and almost instinctively my hand stroked his shaft.  His cock pumped squirt after squirt of his hot sperm into my mouth, I swallowed and more filled my mouth. I found that day that my favorite thing is oral sex, sucking that hard thick throbbing cock was amazing for me.

After we both showered, we walked to a fast food place next door and grabbed a couple burgers. We brought them back to the room.

After we ate, Jim said, “I’m gonna be sore after fighting those wheels today how bout you?” my reply was “I didn’t do as much as you, can I give you a massage?, I’m no pro or nothing but I could try and if it hurts let me know I’ll change it up”.

Jim pulled off his clothes and layed on the bed naked. I climbed on the bed and started massaging his hairy shoulders, back then down to his lower legs and working my way up. I massage his hairy butt cheeks and spread then while squeezing them again and again. Then I sniffed between his cheeks at his crack. I knew what was inevitable so I give him a small kiss right on his asshole and he pushed back into my face. Yeah, I had eaten my wife’s ass but it never was this fucking enjoyable. I licked, kissed and sucked his asshole and even slipped my tongue in his ass and somehow sometime in all this Jim was on his knees, my face burried into his hairy big ass. I reach under grabbing his cock backed a little to squeeze his hairy balls and began to stroke his cock while eating his hairy manly asshole. He soon came hard and I had him flip over so I could lick him clean of his cum.

Next morning we woke to the alarm and readied for the trip home

Tag Team Vengeance

Cocky blonde muscle hunk Bobby groaned into my sweaty armpit.  He had started to utter a muffled submission.  Suddenly, I felt a thick, tattooed forearm surround my throat and yank me up and backwards violently.  I let go of Bobby as my attacker applied a REAR NAKED CHOKE HOLD.   Now it was me gasping as I tried to pry the assaulter’s arm free of my throat.  Bobby got to his feet and shook his head, clearing the cobwebs. The Latino stud Rico pulled me against his body and there was no mistaking he had a hard on.  His big 9.5″ cock pressed against my bare ass cheeks.  Minutes later, I found myself screaming out my tortured submission in a CAMEL CLUTCH/BOSTON CRAB COMBO.

Bobby only accepted my submission after I called them both “Sirs.”   Then during stakes they had their way with me, taking turns spit-roasting me.  My hole was stretched by the Latino hunk’s long cock but Bobby’s mushroom head and wider girth was even more to take.  He kept pressing his fat dick into my entrance.  After the big head had slipped inside, he pushed hard until he was fully seated.  With Rico’s dick now plowing my throat, Bobby pummeled my ass mercilessly.  When they were on the verge of orgasming, they had kicked me onto my back and together exploded their loads on my face and pecs.

I awoke in a sweat as the memories of my humiliation at the hands of the hot construction crew members flooded back.  Today would be different.  I was determined to take my revenge on the two arrogant construction workers.

When my ripped masseur Devon and I won the tag team match, I had plans for the two alpha heels.  I had already packed a duffel bag for ringside complete with lube, a life-size replica of Max Konnor’s big cock, handcuffs, and ball gags.  While I wanted both muscle studs to suffer payback, Bobby was my main target.  The cocky blonde muscle hunk was insufferable whenever I ran into him at the Steel Gym, always reminding me of my humiliation.

After breakfast, Devon and I dressed in all black gear.  We had matching black leather masks and hoods, black Speedos and black boots.  Devon admired his chiseled physique in the full length mirror in my bathroom.  His creamy brown skin contrasted nicely with the black gear.  My masseur’s 9” cock was already semi-hard.  He snaked his hand into his pouch and adjusted himself.

Bobby and Rico were due at 10:00 a.m.  We wanted to wrestle before it got too hot.  I headed out to the ring in the backyard with my duffel bag.   Devon stayed in the house to get a bicep pump going with my 35 pound dumbbells.

Shortly after 10:00, I heard noises by the side gate.  Within seconds, Bobby and Rico emerged around the back of the house.  They had come in matching outfits.  Both wore white tank tops, tight blue jeans and brown leather boots.  Each had a red bandana around his neck and a yellow hard hat on his head.

“Well, well,” said Bobby as he took in my pro wrestling ring, “Was not expecting this.  Have to say the Puta Bitch has gone all out.”  

Rico flashed a cocky grin and admired the ring along with his partner.  

The blonde muscle boy sneered at me in the ring, “Back for another two on one, Bitch?”

“Who said anything about a two on one?” I asked, and continued my stretching routine.

Just then, Devon came out of the double doors to the sunroom.  He strutted confidently in my direction then saw our two opponents at the side of the ring.

“These the supposed alphas we’re gonna destroy?” he asked.

“That’s them,” I replied.

Both Bobby and Rico were staring—gawking really—at my 6’4” 240 pound muscled masseur.  Devon smiled back at them before striking a double bicep flex, revealing his cropped black pit hair.  He dropped the pose after a few seconds and slid into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

Bobby’s mouth was hanging open.  He was only 5’9” and 175lbs.  He did have a 48” chest and 19” pecs but he seemed psyched out by the sight of Devon.  And—although he wouldn’t admit it—Bobby knew I’d have taken him in our first match but for Rico’s interference.  

Rico said “C’mon Bobby, we got these Putas.”  He appeared to be wearing his long black hair up in a man bun under his yellow hard hat.  He stood 6’3” and weighed 210 pounds.  I could see the definition in his 48” pecs, which pressed against his white tank.  He boasted of a large 9.5” uncut cock.  His dick was longer than Bobby’s 7.5” cut cock but not as fat as the blonde muscle stud’s.

Our two opponents stepped over the top rope on the opposite side of the ring.  They flung their hard hats over the ropes.  This exposed Bobby’s curly blonde locks.  The blonde muscle hunk kicked off his boots then slowly undid his jeans buttons.  In a few moments he had stepped out of the jeans.  He was dressed only in his red bandana, white tank and tight briefs.  The imprint of his fat mushroom head pointed downwards.  He kissed his 19” right bicep, exposing his dirty blonde pit hair, and stared at us with his bright blue eyes.  

Rico followed suit and he too was soon geared up only in his bandana, white tank and briefs.  His big cock and balls barely fit inside the pouch of the briefs.

Both Devon and I watched their striptease.  Both of our cocks—Devon’s 9” cut dick and my 7” cut cock—began to tent out the front of our black Speedos. 

Devon announced “Just so you know, when this is over, you’ll both be calling us Sirs and yourselves Bitches as we ram our hard cocks up your holes.”

“Yeah, right,” Rico said dismissively as he began to bounce from one foot to the other.  He added “Hope Puta here has filled you in on our last encounter.”  “Yeah,” Bobby added, “When we spit-roasted the Puta in his own home.”  With a wink, he reached inside the pouch of his white briefs and adjusted his 7.5” cock.

“Okay, there are no rules,” I interjected, “It’s no holds barred and the winning team has its way with the losers.”  Bobby and Rico both nodded.  I couldn’t deny Rico’s good looks with his piercing green eyes.  Except for the black stubble on his face, he was smooth and ripped all over with light brown skin.

Bobby turned to his partner and said, “I’ll start bud.  You might not need to come in.”  Rico grinned “That’s the right attitude amigo.”  He stepped back out of the ring and moved to the opposite corner where he stood next to the post.  

I said “I’ll take care of Bobby.  Watch my back.”  Devon nodded, patted me on the back and stepped back over the top rope.  “You got this, Vinny” he said.

The morning temps were rising.  There was already a sheen of sweat on my smooth 48” pecs.  I moved towards center ring and raised my arms inviting Bobby to lock up. 

Approaching me, the kid began to raise his arms too.  Before I could react, however, the blonde muscle stud scooted around me and wrapped his arms around my back and mid-section.  He lifted my boots off the canvas then rocketed backwards, SLAMMING my upper back into the mat in a GERMAN SUPLEX shaking the ring.  BAM!!!  “UGH!”

Bobby was on his feet quickly.  I was still recovering from his bone-cracking suplex when the alpha male wrapped his red bandana around my neck.  He pulled it tight, turning it into a make-shift noose.  I started to gasp as he yanked me to my feet.  Bobby turned away from me then, by his bandana, hauled my 185 pound frame onto his back.  “Ggggggwwwwwoooooccccckkkkk!!!”  “Yeah, Bitch, Submit!!!” the blonde gymnast demanded.  My legs kick wildly as I started to get dizzy.  

Before I could give, I heard boots pounding the canvass.  “What the…!” Bobby howled as he was suddenly SPEARED by my ripped masseur Devon.  WHAM!  “Uuugghhh!!!”

I went flying off Bobby’s back.  On my knees, I saw the red bandana, which I balled up and flung out of the ring.  Devon had resumed his position in our corner.  

Bobby had recovered…too quickly.  He grabbed my right arm and pulled me upwards.  “Puta’s going for ride!” he exclaimed as he WHIPPED my smooth muscled body towards the corner.  My back SLAMMED into the turnbuckles.  CLANG! 

I could see the blonde hunk crouch then sprint towards me, aiming to spear my abs.  I was rattled by the start of the match but my right boot swung upwards at the last moment.  Bobby’s head smashed into it.  THUD!  “Agh!”  “YEAH!” Devon shouted.

Bobby sank to his knees.  His face fell onto my six pack.  I grabbed a fistful of his blonde locks and yanked him upwards.  Gripping his hair, I pulled his head backwards then SLAMMED his face into the top turnbuckle.  BANG!  “Ugh!”  I wanted the cocky muscle stud to see stars so I pulled his head back once more then sent his face once again into the top turnbuckle.  BANG!   “Uuuggghhh!”

As I yanked his head back a third time, Rico jumped over the top rope and started towards Bobby and me.  Devon vaulted into the ring and blocked Rico’s way.   “Get fuck out of here, Bitch!” my muscled masseur ordered.  The Latino stud walked backwards to his corner as I resumed bashing Bobby’s pretty face into the turnbuckle.  CLANG!  “Aaaggghhh!!!”

I pulled wobbly Bobby out of the corner and pushed him onto his chest at center ring.  I quickly grabbed his right leg and pulled it upwards, contorting his back in a SINGLE LEGGED CRAB.  My left hand reached for his bulge and formed a CLAW around his balls.  I TWISTED AND SQUEEZED hard.  “Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!” the blonde construction worker screamed.

“Submit Pretty Boi!” I demanded, tightening my grip around his nuts.  Rico slid between the top and middle ropes and again advanced on me.  But Devon appeared out of nowhere.  The Latino stud ran into his CLOTHESLINE only steps from mid-ring.  BAM!  Rico’s 6’3” 210 pound framed SLAMMED backwards onto the canvass.  He turned and rolled under the bottom rope to escape Devon.  

Meanwhile, I dropped the single legged crab and ball claw but quickly straddled Bobby’s back.  I threaded my 18” biceps through his pits and yanked his head and upper torso upwards, putting the blonde hunk into a CAMEL CLUTCH.  I dug my fingers into the corners of his mouth and stretched it wide.  Bobby’s legs kicked into the canvass as his back was compressed.

“Wish I had a picture of this Bitch!” I said to Devon, then released my hold and let Bobby’s face hit the canvass.  SPLAT!  I stood up and moved to my corner where I slapped Devon’s right hand.  

My muscled masseur stepped over the top rope.  He moved to Bobby’s spreadeagled body.  Devon leaned down and wrapped his arms around the blonde muscle stud’s back and dragged him upwards into a REVERSE BEAR HUG.  “AAAGGGHHH!!!” Bobby yelled as the 6’4” 240 pound behemoth squeezed his ribcage to the breaking point.

Lifting Bobby’s feet off the mat, Devon walked towards his corner where Rico watched with obvious concern.  As he neared the corner, Devon turned Bobby’s body and lifted it higher until his legs straddled the top rope.  He dropped the blonde muscle hunk, SLAMMING his fat bulge into the rope.  “Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!”  Bobby teetered back and forth on the rope then crashed onto the canvass in his corner.  Rico reached his hand between the middle and bottom ropes and the blonde pretty boi’s hand grazed it.

Devon walked backwards to center ring and motioned the Latino hunk to meet him.  “C’mon Bitch,” he said, “Show me what you got!”  He ran his left hand through the valley between his defined pecs and flicked sweat droplets in Rico’s direction.

Rico snickered as he approached big Devon.  He raised his light brown muscled arms inviting a test of strength.  Devon said “This is gonna be fun.”  He raised his 20” biceps.  The two men clasped each other’s hands and began grunting as they pressed into each other.  Devon pushed hard until his smooth 50” pecs were nearly touching Rico’s tank top.  My muscled masseur was indeed stronger and soon the Latino stud was being forced downward.

“Look who’s the Puta now!” I shouted from my corner.  Pressed onto his knees, and held there, Rico could only stare upwards at Devon’s big bulge.  Suddenly, Devon SLAMMED his knee upward into Rico’s face.  WHUMP!  “UGH!”

The Latino hunk fell backwards, spreadeagled at center ring.  His arms spread wide revealing his hairless pits.  Devon reached for Rico’s man bun and pulled his long black hair free.  He fisted the hair and literally dragged his 210 pound body across the canvass to our corner.  

Rico was unsteady on his feet and offered no resistance as my ripped masseur sat him down on the middle turnbuckle.  From outside the ring, I reached for Rico’s black hair.  Grabbing two long strands, I quickly tied them to the top ropes.  Devon nodded his approval as he draped Rico’s arms over the top ropes on each side of the ring post.

Taking one step backwards, the Ripped Masseur grabbed the top ropes and STOMPED his right boot into Rico’s abs.  BAM!  “UGH!”  He followed this with a left boot stomp.  THUD!  “UGH!”  Devon then placed his right boot on Rico’s prodigious bulge and stood up—placing all of his 240 pounds on the Latino stud’s centerpiece and causing him to scream “Aaarrrggghhh!!!”

I spied Bobby, who had recovered, slide between the top and middle ropes in the opposite corner.  Quickly entering the ring, I stood in front of Devon and Rico and crossed my arms over my chest.  “Not happening, Bitch!”  The blonde muscle stud stopped his advance.   Rico continued shrieking as Devon ground his black boot into the Latino hunk’s bulge.

As the blonde construction worker moved back to his corner and slid outside the ring, Devon finally stepped back onto the canvass.  He reached behind Rico and untied his black locks from the top ropes then dragged the Latino hunk to the nearby ropes.  He quickly tied Rico’s arms into the top and middle ropes.

Devon jumped over the top rope and stood behind Rico.  He grabbed Rico’s red bandana and jerked his head and body backwards, causing his back to arch upwards and putting his smooth brown pecs on display.  Then he let go and the Latino stud’s body bounced up and down in the ropes.

This time Devon raised his right leg and swept it up and over Rico’s throat.  As his leg began to choke the Latino hunk, Rico’s legs kicked wildly at the canvass.  

Bobby re-entered the ring from the opposite corner.  I was ready for him.  I vaulted over the top rope and sprang forward, SPEARING the blonde pretty boi in his smooth six-pack, knocking the wind out of him.  

I wasted no time in grabbing his curly locks and forcing him to the ropes opposite Rico.  I tied the blonde muscle stud’s arms into the top and middle ropes so he could face his tag team partner.  I moved outside the ring and swung my own leg up and over Bobby’s throat and began choking him.

Holding the ropes, both Devon and I began bouncing our legs, adding to the pressure on Rico’s and Bobby’s throats.  We demanded in unison “Submit Bitches, Submit!!!”  The two jobbers quickly did—shouting “GIVE!  GIVE!  GIVE!”

“I give Sir!” I demanded while continuing to choke Bobby.  “Yeah, I give Sir!” ordered Devon.  “Give Sir!  Give Sir!  Give Sir!” the former alphas groaned together.

“FUCK YEAH!” I hollered.  Devon grinned widely.  We released our grip and slid back into the ring.  Meeting at center ring, we gave each other a big hug.  Our sweaty chests pressed together.  “Time for some fun,” I winked at him.

Devon said “In a moment.  I want Rico to submit to me again.”  He walked over to the Latino hunk and yanked his body free from the ropes.  Leaning down, Devon grabbed Rico’s white tank and ripped it off his torso.  He wrapped the white fabric around the loser’s neck and hauled his smooth muscled body onto his back, racking the 6’3” hunk.  Devon strutted around the ring, pausing every few steps to jump up and down.  “No…no…no Papi!!!” Rico cried out.  “Submit Bitch!” Devon commanded.  “I GIVE, I GIVE…I GIVE PAPI!!!”  The black muscled masseur grinned at me and dropped Rico on the canvas.  SPLAT! 

(To be continued.)