"Holy shit, what a fuckin' dump."
It just comes outta my mouth when I walk into the office of the
Nights Inn. I pull off my black Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses, thinking that'll
make a difference. It doesn't. Yeah, maybe I shoulda kept my opinion to myself,
but damn. This place looks like the Bates Motel, only shittier.
The guy behind the desk obviously thinks I shoulda shut up,
because he’s giving me a death stare. Not that I give a
crap what he thinks. Yeah, I'm a little full of myself, but why not? I'm Jake
Justice, rising pro wrestler in the American Wrestling League. People there
know I’m one helluva talented young stud – 22, 6'3", 225-lbs –
coming off my biggest TV win ever, beating veteran heel Wild Tex Buckner, and
about to join my dad in a big feud with a big Russian heel he's been training.
If it ain't obvious, I don’t
really wanna be in this "Podunk" Pennsylvania town, although it could
probably use the boost. That's one of the reasons I'm here - to bring a little
joy into the lives of these poor, lost souls.
Nah, I'm totally lying. Yeah, I like the rush of performing for
the audience, but I can already do that for all of America on a weekly basis.
Tonight, it'll only be a few hundred folks watching me in a makeshift ring, set
up on the high school football field. It'll be fun to wrestle outside, but
that's about it.
So why am I here? Two reasons. First, because the old man, pro
wrestler Jack Justice, is making me do it, and second, because it's hard to
turn down easy money for twenty minutes work. My dad had to work his way up
from nothing, so he's worried I'm spoiled. He's always telling me I need to
work harder than everyone else, appreciate what I got and give back to the
business. He also says things can go bad any time, so make it while you can.
Net-net is that I was in Philly for an AWL show, which means I'm here on a
little detour while everyone else heads home.
I get it, I grew up in the wrestling world. I know you gotta pay
your dues. And I do almost always agree to these types of side matches my dad
schedules for me. The work’s
simple and always the same. I get paid to show up, draw a crowd, wrestle a
local dude and lose, putting him over. It's not a big thing to job here,
because no one outside of the local fans will ever know I've done it. So it’s fine, but every so often, the promoter puts you at a place like
the Nights Inn. Ugh.
Checking In
The desk clerk, still looking pissed, asks, "So can I help
you? You want directions to a different motel?"
Snarky son of a bitch. I respond in kind, "Yeah, but I got a
pre-paid reservation here."
I can tell that Tim wants to tell me to fuck off real bad, but
instead, he asks, "Name?"
Really? Instead of answering, I point at the sign in his window for
the show tonight. There's a big picture of me with my name on it.
Tim shrugs, "Right. I didn't really pay attention to that
sign. Here it is. Yeah, Eric paid for everything. Still need some ID ... Mr.
Just-ass." Yeah, I hear the way he says 'justice', but I also hear how he
says Eric. Eric’s the promoter. Since this guy sounds real
familiar with Eric and Eric knows Jack, I know I gotta smooth things over.
As I hand him my license, I say, "I can probably swing you
tickets if you wanna check the show out. Bring a friend. You might like
it." See, I'm a nice guy.
Tim's response is, "No thanks, I only like real
wrestling." Okay, so he doesn't wanna be cool.
I look down at Tim across the desk with my own scowl. I respond in
a firm tone, "What I do is plenty real, buddy." I wanna show him how
real, but instead I try to be nice again. "Look, you're pissed about what
I said when I walked in, I get it, but don't take it personally. Yeah, the
place is a shithole, but it's not like you own it."
Tim looks up at me. He says, "Actually, I do own it."
Shit. No wonder he's got attitude.
I look around again then say, "Man. Seriously? Um, congrats
on owning something, I guess."
Tim ignores me. He says, "You’ll be
in room 11, it's the second room from the end."
"Actually, I want room 12. It looked bigger and I'd like to
be on the end. One less neighbor."
"No, that's a ... storage room. But, are you planning on
being loud?"
I shrug and say nothing. I'd love to be loud tonight. I'd love to
get some action after the match, but I don't wanna tell Tim. I'm gay, but not
out. I don't know if there's even my kind of place around here, but I know I
need to be discreet who I ask.
I stretch and circle as I wait for Tim to finish writing down my
info. My tight t-shirt rides up and I catch him looking at my exposed stomach
and big denim-covered bulge. I know that look. I know it really well.
Now, I think twice about old Tim. He's actually good looking and I
can see a nice chest and big biceps under his baggy light blue dress shirt.
When he realizes I'm looking at him, he darts his eyes back to the paper and
finishes up. I act like I didn't see anything, but my smirk tells him I did.
When he hands me back my license, our hands touch and I don't pull back. He
looks at me with narrow eyes.
I say, "You be 'round when I get back? Maybe we can wrestle.
I can show you some moves. Maybe you'll like it."
Tim says, "The only thing I'd like you to show me is some
respect, Mr. Just-ass."
I step back and spread my arms, giving him a good look at my body
in my tight jeans and t-shirt. I flex my guns and hold it. I smile and shake my
hair. If this asshole thinks he'll ever do better than me, he's nuts.
I tell him, "Then bring it on. Earn my respect. We wrestle
for top. Dude, c'mon. One night, one chance. You wanna pass it up because
you're afraid or I hurt your widdle feelings, that's cool, but don't act like
you don't want it or I'm not the best thing that's ever walked through that
door."
Tim shakes his head. He pauses then says, "Room 12. When you
get back tonight, door will be unlocked."
I walk up and reach over the desk. I put my hand on Tim's shoulder
and tell him, "Now you're talking. Trust me, your ass'll thank me." I
playfully slap his face twice, give him a wink and a smile.
After the Show
The show goes great - packed house thanks to me, everyone cheering
for me like crazy. I don't miss a spot, but end up losing to a big local heel
in an exciting 20-minute match. I'm respectful of the local talent and fans,
spending a lot of time taking pics and signing autographs. Kids hang from my
flexed biceps and put me in headlocks for the camera. As usual, I get groped
and felt up a lot by the older fans as men and women put their arms around my
bare back and waist, squeezing in tight for a picture. I've gotten very good at
not reacting as their hands slip to my butt or caress my naked torso. The
promoter will definitely report back good things to my dad. All-in-all, a
really good trip. And after I fuck the hell out of Tim, it'll be a great trip.
When I return, I head to my room and drop my gear. I relax on the
bed for a minute. I gotta admit, the room is nice. Tim has obviously spent some
money recently updating the room, just not the office yet. Clean, big
king-sized bed, big TV, good mattress, I really got no complaints, which is
surprising, but I'm not admitting it to Tim. Yeah, dude's probably waiting next
door, but who cares? He can sit there until I'm ready. Nice plan, making him
stew, but I only lie down for about two minutes before I'm up. I'm too damn
excited about beating and fucking Tim. It's a humid summer night, so I decide
to kill some time and clean up again.
About 10-minutes later, I get out of the shower. It took all my
strength not to pound one out, but I managed to resist. I towel down and pull
on my favorite pair of red trunks, a pair that I don’t wear in shows any more They're too tight for family
entertainment, since I've been packing on the beef, getting stronger so I can
be taken seriously as a main eventer. But they’re perfect
for private matches.
I pull on a pair of jeans, leaving the top button undone. I don't
bother with a shirt. I check my hair and breath, grab the ice bucket and walk
out my door, getting hit by the thick air. I look around casually, just a guy
getting ice, checking to see if anyone's around. No one is, so I walk over to
room 12.
The door's unlocked, so I slip in. It's not really a storage room,
at least it's not one now. It's a fucking mat room. The mat area looks like
it's 16'x16', with the mats stretching from wall to wall. The walls are cheap
paneling that looks yellow and dirty, the ceiling is dingy and the only light
comes from a couple of floor lamps, sitting in the corners. The window air
conditioner has seen better days. It's chugging away on low, so it's warm and a
little humid. Dark, dingy, steamy … fuck,
it’s perfect.
I toss the ice bucket and my room key to the side and walk around.
Suddenly, light streams out of the bathroom. I turn to see Tim emerge and stand
against the end wall.
Damn, he's smoking hot, way better than I expected. He's wearing
small packed white trunks. Tim's beefy muscular, huge chest, nice stomach,
strong arms and shoulders, but more importantly for me, he has a hard, round
ass. I definitely like what I see.
I ask, with a big smirk, "Ready for some fun, big guy?"
"Fun? Glad to hear you like being fucked so much,
Just-ass." He waves his hand for me to strip. I peel off my jeans and
Tim's obviously excited. I stretch my arms up and bend back, letting him see
the outline of the cock that's gonna tear him up.
We come together in the center of the mats. We don’t bother talking rules or anything before we lock up. We strain
immediately, each trying to take control. Tim really knows how to leverage his
weight, but I’m better. I push down then force Tim back into
the wall. I slam him hard, shaking the paneling, but since it's my room next
door, it's no big deal.
I let go and back up. I spread my arms and ask, "Sure you
wanna do this, buddy? I can just fuck you now, save you the pain and
embarrassment."
Tim says, "Sport, I hope that mouth is better at sucking than
it is at talking."
With that, we lock up again. Tim has learned and actually forces
me back this time. As we approach the wall, I turn and use his force to reverse
our positions. He stumbles from the sudden shift and I slam him harder against
the outside wall. Instead of releasing, I pull forward and flip Tim over. He
lands hard on his back, sitting up immediately, holding the small of his back.
I move in behind him, dropping to my knees. I grab the arm that he
put behind his back and wrench it up. I wrap my other arm around his neck. I
force his arm up and hold him steady. He grunts in pain. When he rolls to get
out of the hold, I roll with him, using my weight to drive him face down onto
the mat. Tim grunts in frustration as I lie on top of him, still controlling
his arm and neck.
"Told you this was real. Feel that? That's your shoulder
giving, man. Give it up, man."
"UNH. Fuck you, this ... UNH ... is nothing, sport!"
With his thick, beefy muscles, I'm not surprised that Tim doesn't
give, so I release his neck and sit up, still holding his arm. I admire his
broad, muscular back then pound a series of fists into his shoulder. I start
light, listening to grunts for clues about how much he can take. When he doesn’t react, I punch his muscle with full force. Tim now groans with
every blow, but still doesn't submit when I ask. Nice, I like a man who can
take some abuse.
"C'mon, Timmy, just give up and we get right to the good
stuff."
In response, Tim drops his head, growls and suddenly, I'm heading
up in the air. Tim gets to hand and knees, toppling me off him. I lose my grip
on his arm, but I turn and slide my leg under him. On the other side, my ankles
lock and Tim is trapped in a body scissors. I pull his arm out, fast and hard.
He tries to resist, but I hold his wrist with both hands. This time I lock his
arm in a tight armlock and squeeze his midsection hard!
Tim falls back to the mat, my right leg under and left leg over,
squeezing his thick waist. He slaps the mat and I can tell he's pissed at being
controlled. I twist his arm, as he tastes mat. We're already building up sweat,
just from the few minutes of wrestling. I tighten my scissors, wedge his wrist
under my armpit and punch his tricep hard. I pound the thick muscle multiple
times, weakening it. Like his shoulder, it's solid beef, but I'm relentless.
"Hey Timmy, can you fill out your books with your left hand?
If not, you should give."
"Do you ... UNH ... ever shut up?"
I just laugh. The big man is holding out, which is hot. I don't
mind putting him in holds for awhile, seeing how much he can take. I release
his arm and sit up, applying even more pressure into the scissors. I reach
forward and slap his hard ass. It feels nice. I give it a squeeze, testing it
like a melon at the market. Tim tries to roll away, but he's stuck.
I fondle Tim's ass a few times, as he moans helplessly in the
scissors. He's not giving. His midsection is probably too thick and strong, so
I release the scissors and kick him off my right leg. He rolls away and
struggles to rise up. He's moving slowly, so I jump up and kick his side,
toppling him onto his back.
I raise my arms, flex and mock Tim by placing my foot on his big old
pouch. He looks pissed, but I can feel that his cock is hard under my foot. I
massage it up and down and the match stops for a minute. Tim definitely likes
this, my tall, young body in full flex, cock being rubbed ... it's getting us
both super-hot. My tight red briefs are bulging as my cock is semi-hard from
the total domination.
I back off and let Tim rise. He reaches into his big white trunks
and adjusts himself, pointing his cock up to the right, giving it more room to
grow. I like the view, but it's time to get back to me kicking his ass. We
circle the mat again. Tim is shaking out his right arm from the shoulder and
tricep work. He doesn't even realize he's giving me a huge tell. As we lock up,
I move right back to the arm. I grab his wrist, move under his arm and twist on
a standing arm lock. He moves to his toes and I keep wrenching.
"Man, Tim, I know this hold - the pain is shooting right
through that shoulder, ain’t
it?"
"Pain ... UNH ... I don't feel any ... ARGH!" Before he
can finish his thought, I twist and lift. I'm loving every minute of this, have
to admit.
As I hold his arm up, I move in a little too close. Tim spins and
pounds his left fist into my abs, right above the waistband of my trunks.
Simultaneously, he pulls his arm down. He didn't get much behind the first
punch, but he manages to free his arm. Before I can react, he delivers a second
punch, driving full force into my stomach. I stagger back and he tackles me
down by the waist. I twist to get up, but he holds me down.
We roll around on the mats, struggling for top, back and forth.
Tim's thick muscle is an advantage on the mats. I can't manage to shake him.
He's stronger than I thought and he knows how to grapple. I grab his head, but
he pulls it out. He grabs my leg, but I twist free. This goes on for a long
time, scrambling and struggling. The sweat is building and we’re slipping on the mats. Neither of us can get a good grip. We're
both breathing hard and slowing down.
Finally, Tim manages to mount me, holding me down in a schoolboy
pin. He's straddling my stomach, hands holding my wrists flat on the mat. Sweat
drips from his chin and chest onto my face. Even though we're only five pounds
apart, his weight is concentrated in a shorter frame. He's definitely tough to
move, but I'm not worried. We need the break and no one's ever submitted to a
schoolboy pin. If he starts to count then I’ll
worry.
After a minute of rest for both of us, I look up and ask, "So
now what, Timmy?"
The struggle and body contact has us both hard as rocks. Tim
genuinely smiles for the first time since we met. He slides back and rubs his
hips on mine, pressing our cocks together. I get lost in the foreplay, my eyes
rolling back in my head. Tim notices. He lets my arms go, sits back straddling
my legs and slams two fast fists into my abs. I thought his left hand packed a
wallop, but these two rights ... wow ... they sink deep. I can't lift my legs,
so I spring up, fist swinging. Tim blocks and slams me back with a right
forearm to my chest. I fall back and he drives his fists into my abs again. I
lose track of the abuse. He's perfectly positioned on my legs to take them away
and every time I try to rise up, he swats me back down. I grunt and groan in
pain with every shot. I try to twist, but the ab attack distracts me. My belly
is bright red and really sore.
"That's nice, Just-ass. Your tummy's as red as your
trunks."
Tim opens his hands and thrusts them forward, plunging them into
my now soft belly. I feel his hands moving and searching, one hand just above
my navel, the other below. He finds muscle, digs his fingers in and tears at my
midsection with a killer claw. It's my turn to groan. All I can do is slap the
mat in frustration and pain. My legs are still pinned. I can't lift up any
more, because I can't contract my abs. I lift my shoulders and grab Tim's
wrist, but there's no way I'm moving him. My face shows the pain as my head
lifts up and down.
Tim says, "Give it up, sport. You can't do anything."
My blond hair is wet with sweat and coming across my face as I
shake my head, refusing to give. I breathe deeply and steel my will. I try
twisting, seeing if I can move him in some way. At first, it's a total failure,
but then I get my momentum up and manage to shift to my side. Tim loses the
claw and some of his stability. He falls to the side, putting one hand down to
keep from falling over. I'm able to slide my legs out.
I can taste freedom, but Tim has other ideas. As I push up and
away, Tim drives his foot into my side. I topple over and the next thing I see
is Tim bringing down two forearms across my stomach. The double axe handle
makes me almost wanna puke. Again, my pain gives him the opportunity to
maneuver me. He rolls me onto my stomach and straddles me. Sitting on my ass,
he leans forward and plants a forearm across the back of my head and slides his
other arm under my arm.
"How do my mats taste, kid?"
"Fuck you!" Not creative, but I'm being crushed right
now, so gimme a break.
"Language! I'm gonna have to wash your mouth out with my dick
for that."
Tim locks on the half nelson, cranking my shoulder up. With my
face squished on the mat, Tim grinds his cock on my ass. I can feel his steel
rod settling into my crack. He dry humps me from his dominant position, taking
advantage of his position. The feel of his thick cock grinding on my ass, with
only two thin layers of spandex between us, gives me an extra boost of energy
to push up with my free hand and legs. I topple Tim over, but he doesn't let
go. We roll over, so he's on his back. I'm on top of him, but he moves his arm
and before I realize it, he's got me in a full nelson. He wraps his thick legs
around my waist and squeezes hard. Damn, I'm trapped; I’m actually trapped by this motel desk clerk.
Tim taunts, "Thanks, kid, this is a way better position.
Gonna submit?"
"Never!" Again, I know it’s not
the best comeback, but I blame the heat. And remember, I wrestled a 20-minute
match earlier tonight, so please cut me some slack.
Tim rewards my determination by cranking and squeezing harder at
the same time. I gotta say, this guy is unbelievably strong. He's the equal of
any of the guys I've wrestled in the AWL. I try every counter my dad taught me,
but no dice. Tim blocks me at every turn. No way is he a beginner. Of course he
has a whole room dedicated to mats in his motel, so I probably should have
thought about that earlier instead of thinking with my dick. Fuck.
As if sensing my thoughts, Tim says, "I told you I like real
wrestling, kid. You're all mine now!"
The pain is intense, but I'm determined to hold out. Tim's legs
are powerful, but it's the pressure on my neck that's doing the damage. Tim
repositions his legs, sliding them up just a bit, but it makes all the
difference. His thick legs squeeze and extend, digging into my sides above the
waist, just below my ribs. It's a soft spot and the pain rockets up.
I'm moaning in a high-pitched little voice, "uh ... uh ... uh
..." as he breaks me down. He can tell I'm close to giving, so the
pressure goes up another level. My only hope is that he'll tire before I can't
take it any more.
"GIVE UP, MR. JUST-ASS! I can go A LOT harder than
this!" to prove it, Tim presses down on my neck and extends his legs even
more. Okay, that's it, I'm done.
"I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!" I have no choice but to
submit. He has me locked up and I'm stymied. Suffering any longer will only
cause me permanent damage. I realize what my submission means, but there's
nothing I can do. As we relax, I feel Tim's thick, hard cock in my back. Uh oh.
Fuck, I need to figure something out, fast.
Jake Wants Another Chance
Tim loosens up on the holds, but keeps me on top of him. I lie
there, recovering, head back, falling beside his ear. He brushes my blond hair
out of his face. Tim whispers in my ear, "Now, let's see what I won."
He reaches around and rubs my smooth pecs. I feel his hot breath in my ear then
hear him whisper, "Mmmmm, smooth." He tweaks my right nipple. I
flinch, but otherwise just lay there thinking as he fondles my chest.
Tim rolls me off him and gets up. I look up and he looks huge. He
flexes a huge bicep for me, showing off.
I've gathered my wits. I roll over and rise up, stretching out my
body. Tim comes towards me, "Time to pay up, sport."
I extend my arm and say, "Wait, wait. Best two out of
three."
Tim says, "You really want more? What's in it for me? Way I
see it, your ass is mine already."
I need to have another chance, but Tim's right. We never agreed to
any format. Before I can say anything, Tim actually says, "Okay, I don't
mind kicking your ass some more. But first, you gotta suck my dick right
now."
I think for a second, looking at his packed trunks. I nod in
agreement. Tim's a hot guy, I don't mind sucking his thick cock. But then he
adds, "If I win another fall, you also have to clean the rooms tomorrow
morning."
I say, "What? No way, man. What's wrong with your maid?"
"Dude, this is an eleven-room motel and I'm a small business
owner. From 11am to 3pm, the office is locked and I'm the maid. Except for
tomorrow, that is. It'll be nice to have a break." When I hesitate, he
says, "Never mind, take off those trunks. I won, you're getting
fucked."
I immediately give in. "No, no, no. You're on. Okay.
Deal."
Tim nods and peels down his trunks. His cock is rock hard. It's
not that long, but it's definitely the thickest I've had to suck. I kneel down
and wrap my lips around him. I can smell the musk of his sweaty pubes as I bury
my nose in them. Tim rests a hand on my thick blond hair, but he doesn't need
to guide me. I work his cock like a pro and I can feel his body shudder. I've
been told I'm excellent at giving head. I'm hoping to draw his load out before
he realizes it, with the hope that if he does win, maybe he won't be able to
fuck me so soon after cumming.
Tim pumps my mouth, drawn in by my technique. After only a couple
of minutes, his entire body shudders and he shoots his load into my mouth. It's
huge, but I swallow every drop and keep sucking for more until he's limp and
drained. When my tongue keeps working his soft, but tender head, he convulses
and goes weak in the knees, before pushing me off him.
Tim backs up a step and shakes out his head. He's drained, in more
ways than one. I reach out and pull his trunks all the way off. He doesn't
resist, stepping out of them. I like a man willing to go commando on the mats.
I toss his white trunks to the side, stand up and come in close. I kiss him
then kiss his neck. I whisper in his ear, "So you like?"
Tim nods. "Sport, you know how to suck. Man, the guys around
here need to learn from you."
I laugh then back up, looking at Tim seductively. I ask,
"Round two, big boy?"
Tim barely gets the word, "Sure," out before my foot
rises up into his unflexed, unprepared midsection.
Jake Gets Another Chance
My foot sinks deep into Tim's stomach. The now naked slab of beef
topples forward and I grab him around his head in a front face lock. I drag him
forward and down, driving his head down in a DDT. I've felt this move before,
too. It knocks you for a loop.
Tim just moans quietly. He's not knocked out (I know what I'm
doing), but he's definitely stunned. The big man brings a hand to his forehead
and his feet go up and down. I roll up and push him onto his back. Tim holds
his head as I straddle his right arm and plant my shin across his barrel chest.
I flex over him, looking at his glassy eyes. I'm sure I'm nothing but a blur
right now, but Tim does have the focus to swing his left fist into my abs. It's
slow, without anything behind it. I could have blocked it, but instead I just
laugh it off.
With Tim out of it, flat on his back, I ask. "You know about
pins, right, Tim? I count to three, you don't lift your shoulder, I win this
fall." Tim lifts a hand to push my knee off him, but there's no force
behind it. I lean forward, burying my pouch over his face and holding his left
wrist to the mat.
"ONE." I reach down and slap the mat right beside his
ear. I take a second and give Tim a couple of light slaps to the cheeks. He
looks at me and I give him a flex. I see his lips curl, so I know he's seeing me.
"TWO." I slap the mat again. I slide my leg down his
sweaty torso, positioning my knee on his cock, pressing my body against his. I
keep a hand on his left shoulder, just in case and hold his right arm down with
my armpit.
Lying beside him, I bring my face to his ear and whisper,
"three." Tim actually tries to lift his shoulder, but it's way too
late. I roll all the way on top of him, straddling his stomach. I slap him
harder, flex and wait. I want him to see me in victory. His head is clearing.
He looks at me with hard eyes as he realizes we're tied.
"Fuck. You dirty little piece of shit. You sandbagged
me."
I smirk and lean forward, pinning his arms down over his head. I
remind him of his earlier comment, "C’mon,
it was just a fake wrestlin’ move.
Can’t have hurt that bad, right, big guy?"
Tim doesn't respond, but I can tell he's fucking pissed. I roll
off him and stand up. "Get up. Time to finish this and get to me fuckin’ that sweet ass of yours."
Tim rolls to his side and gets up slowly. I admire the view of
this sweaty nude beefcake struggling and rising. I tell Tim, "Hurry up,
dude. My cock is gonna tear up my favorite trunks if you don't get the fuck
up."
Tim finally rises and turns to face me. Unfortunately for Tim, I'm
already moving in. Before he knows it, I've got him wrapped up for a side
suplex. Down we go, Tim's back taking the full brunt of the impact. I'm on top,
smiling down at him.
"Round Three has begun, big guy."
Wrestling for Top
I don't waste any time. I understand what Tim's capable of now. He
stupidly gave me another chance for a blowjob and the potential of some maid
service. Well, he got an amazing blowjob, but he's not getting my ass and I'm
not cleaning rooms. As soon as we land, I grab his arm and go back to work on his
shoulder. Tim rolls away from me, trying to relieve his back but I hold him on
his side.
I mock Tim, "Thought I forgot about this ol' arm, didn't
ya?"
I lock on an armbar and plant my knee on his side. I bend his arm,
wrenching the shoulder. Tim may know something about wrestling, but he doesn't
know how to counter my moves. He tries to shift and turn, but I force him face
down, my knee sliding to his back. From here, I can really work the shoulder. I
fire a few fists into the back of the shoulder. Tim grunts and I feel the
muscle softening.
"Damn, Timmy, you're gonna be a sweet ride. I'm gonna fuck
you all night long, buddy. You'll be walkin' funny for a week." I take
advantage of the position and reach down. I fondle his bare ass, feeling that
hard bubble butt. He just grunts, still a little slow from the blowjob and head
slam.
Despite the pressure on his shoulder, I figure Tim won't submit to
this, so I shift tactics. I keep holding his arm, but I move back and up,
pulling him to his feet. I whip him across the room, into the wall back first.
He crashes hard into the outer wall. I see that his cock is hard again as he
rebounds off the wall. He's staggering, obviously winded, but clearly enjoying
our battle.
I know how he feels. I'm rock hard in my tiny red trunks at the
sight of this muscular beast dazed and helpless. I charge at him, arm extended,
leveling him down with a killer lariat. WHAM! Down Tim goes, landing hard on
his broad back and neck.
"That's my finisher, Timmy. What do you think?"
Tim is writhing on the mat, his erection fading as he rolls at my
feet, devastated. I know how to do the lariat nicely, but I've learned how to
do it mean. Guys sometimes like to mess with me, thinking I'm soft and a
daddy's boy. If they wrestle me too stiff or pull something, I let them have
what I just gave Tim.
I bend over and wrap one of my big hands around Tim's cheeks. I
squeeze and ask, "Wanna submit?"
Tim is still moaning, but manages to spit out, "Fuck
you."
I smile and stand up. I put a foot on his chest and count.
"ONE." Pause. "TWO." Pause. Tim surprises me and actually
lifts his shoulder. I realize too late that he's not just lifting his shoulder,
but bringing his arm up and around my ankle. I try to pull my foot back, but it's
no use. Tim trips me and I crash down on my ass.
Fortunately for me, Tim can't follow up. He struggles to his feet.
I beat him to a standing position. When he rises, my foot is waiting. I drive
it into his abs again and he bends over, just like I expected. Wasting no time,
I thrust my arms under his, locking them across his back. I tighten the double
chicken wing, bend my legs and lift Tim up and over. It's not easy, but I flip
the big guy over, releasing his arms as he goes over. He lands hard on his
back, grunting in pain as he sits up.
"Fucker," is all he can scream as I drive a knee into
his back between his shoulder blades. I grab his wrists and bend them back and
up, keeping my knee buried in the small of his back. Tim can't do shit but moan
as I apply more and more pressure. I love wrestling a tough man and Tim is
tough. He doesn't give or stop fighting my hold.
I'm keeping the pressure high, but Tim manages to plant his feet
and push up. I slide and slip on the sweaty mat, falling back, losing my grip.
Tim lands hard, driving his back down, slamming me back onto the mats. I lose
the air in my lungs for a moment. Worse, Tim manages to spin and get on top of
me. He rears back and comes down with his full weight behind a forearm to my
chest. OOF! Next comes a fist into my side just under my armpit. AH! Next, he
rises up and just crashes down, torso on torso, squashing me.
Tim slowly backs off, rolling off me. He's still rocked from my
punishment, but recovering surprisingly fast. We both climb to our feet, but
this time, Tim's ready for me. As I charge at him for another lariat, he grabs
my arm and flips me over his shoulder. I land hard on my tailbone. Tim steps
over my shoulders, forcing my head down with his crotch. His cock and balls
dangle beside my ear as he squats on top of me. As I reach up to push him off,
he reaches down, grabbing my leg. Suddenly, he's lifting my leg and I'm folded
in half, locked in a stump puller, what other guys call an Al Capone Cradle.
My neck immediately aches, as Tim's earlier full nelson pays
dividends again. I'm stretched and powerless, as Tim pulls my knee closer and
closer to my face. Shit, my hamstring starts to cramp and my breath becomes
short. I try to push up with my free leg, but Tim is squatting over me and
stable. The big man's really got me locked up tight. As I keep trying to topple
Tim off me, he must realize what I'm doing, because he beats me to the punch.
Tim actually falls back. Unfortunately for me, he doesn't let go! He rolls onto
his back, keeping my head in his legs and my knee in my face.
ARGH! Damn, now I'm really screwed. I punch against his legs, but
they're as solid as rock. I kick the air with my other leg, but all that does
is increase the pressure. Tim, meanwhile, is ramping up the pressure, since he
doesn’t have to worry about balancing. I'm letting
out little squeals as Tim uses gravity and his increased leverage to really
fold me in two. I'm not sure I can take much more of this and Tim knows it.
"Give it up, sport! Don't be a hero."
In desperation, I flail to get out. As I swing my arm back, I
catch Tim's balls resting beside my head.
He immediately lets go, rolling over, clutching his groin. I slide away,
rubbing my neck. I get to hands and knees. Tim is getting up, but he's moving
funny. I guess I really got him good.
"Ah ah ... you fucking son of a bitch. I'm tired of your
dirty shit."
I say, "Relax. It was an accident, dude, I swear."
I get to my feet, still massaging my neck. I take a step, but I
limp, as my hamstring is tight from the hold. Tim must not believe me, because
when I turn back, he's charging, full speed, shoulder down. I can't do anything
before he plows into me and I'm against the wall. WHAM! I actually hear the
paneling crack from the impact.
Tim goes crazy, slamming fist after fist into my stomach, pounding
me like I'm a heavy bag at the local gym. I can't resist him, his adrenaline
helps him ignore my attempts to strike back. The body blows ravage me. Soon,
I'm slumping over, only to be pushed back. Tim holds me up with a tight grip
around my throat. He keeps slamming his fist in until I'm seeing stars.
Tim backs off and I fall
to the mat, collapsing in a heap. My face and knees are on the mat, my ass in
the air.
Tim grabs the waistband of my trunks and pulls me up. He grabs me
between my legs and around my shoulder. With ease, Tim hoists my 225-lbs up and
drops my broken, aching stomach across his knee.
Tim shouts at me, “GET
UP, PUNK, YOU WANTED THIS!” as he
pushes me off his knee. I roll onto my back, not yet able to obey and get up.
Tim is unrelenting. He grabs my ankles and lifts my feet not the air. He brings
his foot over my pouch.
I mutter, "It was an accident ..."
Tim responds, "So's this."
The big man presses down, crushing my manhood with his foot. I beg
him to stop, but he doesn't. Tears stream from my face as he twists and
presses. I keep begging, he keeps ignoring me. Finally he's done torturing me.
He lifts his foot, lets my ankles go and they drop to the mat. I try to curl up
into a ball, but he grabs my hair and pulls me up again. Tim bends to the side
as he wraps his arms around me. In a flash, I'm being turned and lifted into an
upside down bearhug!
Tim shows his power as he holds me aloft, bouncing and shaking me.
Even though he hasn't really gone after my back, the pain is intense. My
resistance is low from the Al Capone Cradle and the crotch torture. The blood
rushes to my head and I dangle there, my back hurting more and more.
"I GIVE! I GIVE!" I submit for the second time tonight.
Tim lets me go, throwing me down hard. I lie there in a heap, unmoving. I'm
glad the pain is over, but Tim has other ideas. He grabs my arm and forces it
up my back. Using his grip, he brings me to my feet. I'm back to whimpering,
trying to fight the pain.
Tim says, "So you think my place is a dump?" He roughly
pushes my face into the paneling.
"No, it's great ... sorry, I said that."
He says, "SAY YOU LOVE IT!"
My body is racked with pain as he holds me against the wall.
"OKAY, OKAY! I LOVE IT! I'm sorry ... c'mon man, you won ..." Tim
pulls harder on my arm. I start begging again, "OH GOD, PLEASE, NO MORE!
Please let me go!"
Tim leans in, crushing me with his entire body. I feel his hot
breath on the back of my neck as he whispers, "No."
"UNH please, man ... it's the best fucking motel I've ever
seen ... c'mon ... please stop."
Tim laughs. He orders, "Kiss it." I pucker up and air
kiss the wall. "You can do better than that. Make fucking love to it,
boy." For emphasis, he grabs my hair and controls my head. I stick my tongue
out, licking the paneling. I grind my crotch into the wall. I degrade myself
and he seems satisfied.
Tim asks, "You done?"
"... yeah ..."
Tim lets me off the wall and throws me down to the mat. He plants
his ass on my chest. The beefy stud says, "What was that shit about a
pin?" I can't move, as Tim slaps the mat and counts, not to three, not to
five, but to ten. He gets off me and puts a foot on my chest. I look up and him
flexing, doing to him exactly what I did, only he's doing it in victory, not
midway through the match like the idiot I am.
"All right, Just-ass, no more stalling. It's fun time."
Paying the Bill
Tim lets me lie there, recuperating, for less than a minute before
he's kneeling down, grabbing my long blond hair and pulling my head off the
mat. He bends my head back and plants his lips on mine. The kiss is long, hard
and deep. The kiss is forceful and about control. Tim reinforces to me that I'm
his property for the night. Even though I've always been the dominant one
before this, I have to admit, the kiss is amazing.
When Tim's done, he releases my head and I collapse back to the
mat. The big man slides across my waist, planting his ass on my cock. Damn, I
wish my trunks were off. He starts rubbing my chest, punching it lightly. I
watch him with awe. His big muscles shine in the dim lighting, his pecs and
shoulders are even more impressive than before. Tim lifts his arms and flexes
his biceps. I lick my lips and he leans forward, putting one right in front of
my mouth. I surprise myself by kissing it, licking and sucking it clean of
sweat. Damn, it's hard and huge.
Tim sits back, flexing again. I study him some more. I see his
thick cock and bull balls resting on my stomach. He looks so hot in victory,
completely confident and powerful. My trunks are bursting at the seams as I
feel this man playing with my pecs and nipples. I hate losing, but I'm loving
this.
After sending me into a frenzy while working my nipples, Tim leans
forward, pinning my arms down over my head. I don't resist. He's earned my
submission and at this point, I'm surprisingly happy to give it to him. I'm
whimpering and squirming as he expertly kisses my mouth, neck and ear. There's
no doubt about it, I'm all his. Tim finally pulls back and I'm disappointed. He
sees my look and smirks. Damn, this man looks so fucking hot with a little
arrogance.
"Don't worry, sport, we're just getting started."
I smile up at him and get rewarded with more neck work. Shit,
please don't leave a hickey. Oh. What the fuck, leave whatever you want. Tim
grinds on me as we kiss again. I'm really squirming now, my hips twisting and
bucking as my trunks are now painfully tight. They're tiny, but my hard cock
isn't.
Tim senses my discomfort and breaks away. He spins around,
planting his perfect ass on my chest. His back is so broad, I love it. I reach
up and caress it as he grabs the waistband of my trunks. He starts peeling them
down, so I lift my hips then my legs, helping him strip me. My cock springs up
to full mast, finally free of its tight prison.
Tim throws my trunks aside and starts fondling my manhood. I moan
as he grabs my cock and jerks it softly and slowly. I feel a load building, but
his touch is too gentle. I can't stop myself, saying, "Harder!" In
response, Tim's touch becomes feather light, up and down my shaft. It drives me
wilder. I buck my hips, trying to get more pressure, but it doesn't work. Tim
completely lets go of my cock, reaching down and grabbing my balls, playing
with them. I'm so hot, but also so helpless.
Tim slides up my body, his legs pinning my shoulders and his ass
reaching my face. He leans forward and engulfs my cock in his mouth. I'm
shocked and thrilled. I close my eyes and grip his thighs tightly to keep from
going mad. I'm his plaything and we both know it. He sucks me slowly, making
sure I stay throbbing and hard, but not giving me any kind of release.
I lose all track of time. Tim plays with me for way too long as
far as I'm concerned. I'm whimpering by the time he finally stops and turns
back to kiss me again. I kind of thought this would be a quick revenge fuck,
but it's turning into something way more. We roll around on the mat, fondling
and kissing each other. I suck his nipples, cock and balls. Eventually, Tim
maneuvers me onto my stomach. He brushes my hair aside, kisses the back of my
neck then slides off. He disappears into the bathroom, returning with lube. He
kneels back down and I feel him preparing my hole. It's not long before he's
splitting my ass and I realize the time has finally come.
Tim takes his ultimate prize, sliding into my lubed ass and
pounding his cock into me. We've spent so long with foreplay that he has no
trouble staying hard. If anything, my earlier blowjob has only increased his
stamina. As Tim fucks me, his thick cock stretches me wide. Luckily for me, Tim
takes his time, giving me time to adjust. He's experienced enough to realize
that he's way thicker than most men.
As Tim fucks me, the pumping and weight has tightly sandwiched my
cock between me and the slick mats. It's not long before I have to say,
"I'm cummin’ ... I'm cummin’
..." in shortened breath. My whole body shudders as I shoot my load on the
mats beneath me. Tim keeps
fucking, as the smell of my cum fills the air. Soon, Tim is shooting inside me,
filling my ass with his hot, white man juice. He keeps pumping until he's soft
and drained.
Tim pulls out and sits back on his ass. He's exhausted, propped up
on his arms. I roll over, tired, covered in cum but thrilled. What a fucking
night. I look up at him, sitting there naked, legs sprawled apart, still
looking amazing. I close my eyes and the next thing I know, the room is dark
and Tim's gone.
Checking Out
I am still just lying in the dark room, illuminated only by the
motel's neon sign through the blinds. I see the 'no' go out beside 'vacancy'. A
minute later, Tim walks back in, showered, dressed in white shorts and a yellow
tank top. He's got all my stuff. I don't say anything as he drops it down in
the corner. He tosses a key that says 12 on it on my bare, cum-covered stomach.
I'm thinking, "What the fuck?"
Tim says, "You sleep here tonight. A trucker radioed ahead,
looking for a room. Can't turn down the business. There's mat cleaner in the
bathroom. Clean the place up and get some shuteye. Check out's at 11, so
housekeeping starts right then."
I see Tim grab the ice bucket and key for room 11 off the floor.
He also grabs my favorite tiny red trunks in his hand and heads to the door.
I'm stunned and confused. All I can think to say is, “Whoa, those aren’t
yours!” Yeah, dude's just kicked my ass, fucked me,
evicted me and this is where I’m
trying to draw the line?
Tim says, “I’m taking them. Wanna do something about it?”
The beefy motel owner takes a step back towards me. I just look at
him from the mat, not responding or moving. He looks huge and imposing in the
dim light. I’m too exhausted and sore to take up his
challenge and he knows it. I look away, rescinding the challenge.
Tim chuckles at my latest submission. “Yeah, I didn’t
think so.”
Fuck. I’m
pissed, but not much I can do about it. Call the cops over some trunks and out
both of us? I can see it now, 'Wrestler gets ass kicked by motel clerk as gay
lovers quarrel over underwear'. What's a pair of trunks in the scheme of
things? I just thought Tim and I had moved past revenge.
Tim adds, as he walks out the door, “You
want them back, you gotta win ‘em
back. You know where to find me, Jake.” Then
he buries his face in my sweaty trunks, closes his eyes and breathes in deeply.
When he pulls them away from his face, he actually smiles and winks at me. Now
I'm really confused as Tim reaches into his pocket and tosses me another key.
"If it gets uncomfortable, this opens the door to my
apartment above the office. I've got a king bed, so you can bunk with me."
My anger and confusion fade at the invitation. Fucking asshole was
playing with me. I smile back at Tim as he closes the door. I’m cleaning when I start thinking about what lie to tell my dad.
After all, I need to give him some good reason as to why I'll be spending an
extra night at the Nights Inn …
The End
very hot! loved the cocky jobber getting beaten down and taken!
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