Encounters: Labor Day

Pre-Match.

“Fuck. Time’s movin’ slower than a possum in the sun.”

The waiting really is the hardest part. The morning went fast enough. I laid out the mats, hung one up on the outside wall of the stone shed. Inside the shed is ready for post-match fun. I put out a cooler with water. Towels. We’re gonna sweat. Actually ironed my gear for the first time ever to look extra crisp. Set up a camera. We’re both gonna wanna remember this one.

Come on, man. I’m ready.

When I applied for the transfer, my boss asked three times if I was sure. She acted like it was crazy that a lifelong country boy like me wanted to come north. Yeah, I’m a good old Southern boy, but I’m not a complete hick. I did some traveling with my college football team and on my own. But her reaction told me how I was seen at the company. I needed to change that perception.

And I needed a change of scene. I was done with it all. I grew up in Alabama, went to school in Alabama and work for a big company … based in Alabama. A life of the same places, same guys (only the names change), and same damn thing every day. This ain’t exactly a different world, but it’s a start. My company’s global. Maybe I’ll get a passport and go overseas next.

Yep, time for me to challenge myself. I challenged myself in school, graduating top of my class in engineering. I challenged myself on the football field, making first string as a sophomore. I missed out on the pros, but that’s okay. I love my job. And this is a challenge. It’s a big promotion and I’m managing folks. I’m only 28, so this is great for my career.

First couple of months were an adjustment. Work has been great. At first, I couldn’t always understand folks and they couldn’t understand me, even though we’re both speaking English. I’m learning their accent and toning down my own to be less country. Outside of work, sex has been decent - easy to find but not great. At least my accent doesn’t matter. Guys like me for my size. They don’t really give a shit what I’m saying anyway.

Worst part was finding a place to live. I like space. Not just because I’m 6’3”/240-lbs. No, it’s because you can’t do what I like to do in the tiny apartments or with neighbors on top of you. And so, I bought myself a rundown stone farmhouse just outside of town. It’s mostly still a dump but I've got the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom fixed up nice. Comfortable. Private.

And perfect for my hobby.

Hunting.

My prey are other muscle tops. Nothing better than finding one, bringing him home, wrestling him down and owning his ass. All consensual and equal, of course. I’ll go down if I ever meet a guy who can do it. But I never have. I bottomed and subbed for a while to learn but no guy ever really dominated me physically. I just submitted and let them use me.

Whenever it’s been legit competitive, I’ve always come out on top. I tore through my football teams in high school and college. Local bubbas, bikers and bruisers in town. All went down for me. Same story here. For whatever reason, alpha tops just love submitting to me. So yeah, I hunt guys like me. Guys who think their hot shit. Guys who aren’t used to being owned.

Guys like Beast.

Just thinking about the guy I’m wrestling today had me hard as a rock the whole time. Still am. His real name is Maxon but I’m calling him Beast. He’s a hairy hunky 42-year old muscleman. From what I hear, total top and total dom. 5’10”. 190-lbs. Solid muscle. Coat of fur on his thick chest and flat stomach. He keeps his head shaved with a goatee. A real man’s man.

And he’s got a reputation around town. I’ve fucked a bunch of guys since I moved up here four months ago from Montgomery Alabama. When I asked the guys about the local scene and who the big dom tops are, they all named Maxon. Not surprising. He’s got the body. The attitude. And a monster piece of meat between his legs that can split a guy in two, if you let him.

The kind of guy I love to tame.

BLOOP!

I look down at my phone. He’s here. I stand up and move forward. I roll my huge shoulders back. Stretch my thick neck out. And wait. My cock is tenting my gear. Under my stretchy jeans, I’m in a white thong under a white singlet, and white sneakers. He liked the sound of me in a tight white singlet. Talked about how sexy it is to peel them off. I told him to wear trunks, any color. I just didn’t want that furry torso covered up.

CREAK!

Fuck. That’s my side gate. The show’s about to begin. Beast turns the corner. He’s amazing in just tight black trunks and sneakers. Did he drive here like that or change in the driveway? Doesn’t matter. He looks amazing. Doesn’t look like there’s anything on under the trunks, his package hanging down low. Woof. I want him naked but honestly? This is probably sexier.

We both just stare at the other. Gotta love it when a hookup is better than advertised. He sure is. And I think he thinks I am, too, because he lets out a low whistle. Back home, guys add a “damn” after a look and sound like that. I see him nod with a slight smile. I smirk back at him. He fluffs his bulge. I shift mine. I wait for him to come close. He slow walks, taking me in.

“Big Red.”

“Beast.”

Beast called me Big Red right away, just like I called him Beast. He’ll be calling me ‘sir” pretty soon. He throws his keys and phone down on the table, freeing his hands. I fight to stay calm as he moves in close, reaching out to feel my chest. He rubs my pecs, running his thumb over my spandex-covered nipples. I breathe in. I should’ve shot before he came. I’m too horny.

The older muscle top pulls his hand back and makes a fist. I flex my pecs and he lightly punches them. THUD! THUD! THUD! He nods, like I passed a test. Beast grabs my shoulders and squeezes. Can’t dent those bowling balls. He circles around me, rubbing my back. I just let him check me out and he comes back around front.

I do a double bicep pose for him. He nods and reaches for one. He squeezes it, testing the hardness. Yeah, it’s a fucking boulder. I miss his other hand going down until it cups my bulge in my jeans. It’s a quick move. I’m surprised, my arms dropping a little. He doesn’t try anything, just weighs my balls and runs the back of his finger along the outline of my obvious cock.

I say, “Like what you see.” It’s a statement, not a question.

“Hell, yeah.”

The hairy hunk suddenly moves his hand from my bicep. He grabs behind my head. He’s fast. Beast pulls me forward into a kiss. I melt a little, surprised again. I start to get his reputation. The guy oozes sex and confidence. I can see most guys, even the toppiest tops, dropping to their knees for him immediately. We make out then he slugs me in the stomach. THUD! OOF!

I just smile and spread my arms. “Got any more?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll see what I got.”

I reach out and rub his chest. He lets me inspect him. I fondle his bulge. Even soft it’s big. Now I can’t wait to get him out of this trunks. I pull him into a kiss. It’s his turn to melt. I feel him go a little limp. He moans a slow, “Mmmm.” Control back on my side. I break off and lead him to the mats. I point out the water and towels. He notices the mat on the shed wall.

“Got plans for me.” A statement, not a question.

I tell him, “Can’t wait to pin you up against that and just go to fuckin’ town on that body.”

Beast nods, “Sounds fun.”

The hairy hunk makes move to look in the shed. Put my arm out and block him. “The shed’s for AFTER the match.”

I can see he’s even more curious now. Beast says, “Better get wrestling then.”

I move to take off my jeans but he stops me. “Keep them on. I’ll take them off you after I win the first round.”

I laugh, “Keep dreaming.” I realize something, “Wait. You sure you want strip stakes?”

“If you wanna call it that. Just a way to keep score.”

“You only have one thing on. I’ve got three.”

“So? I wrestle naked all the time. Beautiful day. Backyard looks private.”

I shrug, “Okay. Just didn’t want this ending too fast. I can dig the whole clothed male naked male thing.”

We move onto the mats and kick off our shoes. We stretch out but we’re both keeping our eyes on each other. Fuck, my dick is screaming for his ass. And his? Just keeps growing. Two minutes later, we’re up and facing off.

The Match. Round One.

We circle the mat. I can tell he’s cautious. I’m a big guy. Younger. I get it. I can see his mind working. Thinking, “What the fuck am I gonna do with this guy?” I’ve seen the look before. I decide it’s a bad idea to give this guy time. As soon as his back is to the shed, I move in fast. He tries to brace, but I barrel him backwards into the padded wall. BOOF!

I lift my knee into his abs. THUD! OOF! Beast bends forward. I grab him around the waist then flip him over onto his back. SLAM! FUCK! I drop down, driving my elbow into the hairy hunk’s stomach. THUD! OOF! I slide up, using my leg to push his arm up against his head. I grab over then under his head, pulling his face into my armpit as I wrap his head and arm up tight.

The hairy hunk struggles, but I’ve got his arm pinned against his head as I squeeze him in the stiff headlock. I flex my bicep into his head as I crush him against my rock-hard lat. He moans and pushes against my body with his free hand. I feel him bridging and twisting but I keep him controlled. Beast finally resorts to punches to my arm and back. POW! POW! POW!

I let go and smoothly roll over on top of him. I use my shins to pin his shoulders as I look down his body. I press my ass over his face. I fire fists into his abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! He grunts into my ass. THUD! THUD! THUD! I get in some solid shots before he manages to throw me off. I roll over into a crouch as he rolls away. He gets to his knees, nodding at me. I wink at him.

We rise up and dive in immediately. I like that he’s not cautious. We collide into a lockup. He can’t move me but as I force him down, Beast goes with it. He grabs my left leg and manages to pull it out from under me. I land on my ass. PLOP! The older muscle top dives on me. I’m on the bottom but I play defense and he gets nowhere. We start grappling, the intensity rising.

Beast is fast and strong. He’s good, too. We’re both sweating as roll around. When I get on top, his legs wrap around my body and I feel his power. Fuck his legs are incredible. My sides hold out but I can see why he’s so dominant. Our hands swirl, looking for any opening. I grab his wrist and bend his arm back. He punches under my armpit. WHACK! I lose my grip. What I really need is out of this scissors.

I grab both of his wrists as I plant one foot. He tries to pull them free but I hold tight, controlling him. I lift him up then slam him back down hard on his back. SLAM! That finally loosens his scissors. I slide one leg forward onto his inner right thigh. I pin his leg down to keep him from using it against me. Beast crunches up and grabs me around my head. He pulls me down into a facelock. I pound his body until I free my head. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Once my head pops free, I fall backwards onto my ass. Beast dives at me again. We roll around, going for arm holds and leg holds. He’s faster. I’m stronger. He’s got those legs, but I’ve got the upper body. We’re both solid as fuck and not easily hurt or controlled. It balances out into a few minutes that generates a lot of sweat and not much else. I’m breathing harder than he is, but I know he’s gotta be feeling it, too.

I’m running out of moves. I’ve never grappled this long with anyone. My weight and strength advantage kicks in and I finally start to maneuver him how I want. I roll him into a sweet cradle, grabbing him behind the head and knee then locking my hands. I force his knee to his face and compress Beast into a tight ball. He grunts. Gotta be feeling that on his neck. The older muscleman is fighting to power out but I’m too strong.

I roll him back to amp up the pressure on his neck. He groans but then suddenly rolls with it and manages to somersault all the way over. The combination of sweat and momentum causes me to lose my hold on him. As he rolls up, I dive right at him. Beast is surprised and can’t stop me. I tackle him down hard. WHOMP! OOF! The impact knocks the wind out of him.

I reach behind his thick legs - fuck, they’re incredible - and lift them up. I step over, flipping him into a Boston crab. When I sit down, I hear him moan in pain. I feel him try to push up and kick me off but I lean against him and he can’t move my 240-lbs of muscle. I step back, really bending him in half. FUCK! I smile as the older muscle dom gets the point.

Beast tries several different counters but I hold him in place. Only when I realize he’s not giving do I let go. I drop his legs immediately spinning and splashing down on top of him. SPLAT! OOF! I grab his arms and bring them back. I kneel on his ass and pull back, lifting his shoulders and chest off the mats. He’s groaning again while I strain his shoulders.

I hold him high, leaning back and keeping a tight grip on his wrists. I’m sweating and he’s not giving, so I release his wrists. PLUNK! As soon as he hits the mat, I grab him around the waist. I haul him up to his feet with no help from him. I don’t need it as my strength is more than enough to hoist his 190-lbs. I lift him up into a reverse bearhug, bringing his feet are off the mat. ARGH!

The hairy hunk braces his feet on my thick quads as he tries to escape. I shake him a little, enjoying the sounds of his moaning. I can hold him up all day, so I keep squeezing the life from him. I bury my face into his bare back, making it impossible for him to elbow me or counter. I walk him around the mat, showing off a little but also wearing him down.

Beast tries to slide his hands into the bearhug. With the sweat we’ve built up, I feel him getting close, so I throw him down to the mat hard. SPLAT! I’m not letting up. I grab his wrist and pull him up. Before he knows what’s even happening, I rack him across my shoulders. I bounce him a little as I circle the mat. Once again, his weight’s no problem for me, so I take my time.

After a leisurely spin around the ring, the older muscle dom is really moaning loud. I’m impressed that he’s not screaming. I do a half-dozen squats, which gets me louder groans. Nice. I work the hold for a good couple of minutes. No one has ever managed to last this long before. I finally shrug him off. SPLAT! I roll my shoulders out as he writhes on the mat.

This guy is a workout. I’m loving every second of it. When I move in, Beast dives at my legs. He brings me down and manages to get on top. The hairy hunk tries to hold my hands down, but I push up easily. I miss the fact that his legs are working overtime. Suddenly, he’s got his legs around mine and his feet locked inside my denim-wrapped calves. The hairy hunk opens me up with a grapevine. ARGH!

I work to close my legs but his are so strong. Maybe stronger than mine. He’s definitely got position. I push up with my arms but his grip on my wrist minimizes any counter in my arsenal. Motherfucker. My groin is painfully stretched as my jeans stretch with the move. Flexibility is not my thing. It’s never had to be. Sweat runs into my eyes as we battle without really moving.

Okay, his 190-lbs is getting heavy. I should finish this fall. I twist as hard as I can, pain be damned. It’s enough to overwhelm the hairy hunk. The older muscle dom flops onto his stomach. I roll on top of him, sitting on his back. I reach under his armpits then force him into a full nelson. I power him up to his feet by squatting up and dragging him with me. Power, baby.

With the older muscle top trapped, I lean back, stretching him out as his feet hang off the mat. Yeah, that gets him moaning. Usually gets them screaming from all their weight goes into their shoulders which I’m crushing. Beast isn’t a usual guy. He’s tough. It’s okay, I’ve got an even more brutal version of this hold. I lower his feet down and cinch in even tighter. ARGH!

I crush his shoulders and force his chin to his chest. I can’t resist slamming my bulge into his ass. He groans. I push him into the padded shed wall and dry hump the older muscle top. I keep the pressure on the nelson as I completely dominate him. Beast just takes it and grunts with every thrust. He tries to power out of the nelson every so often, but mostly he’s docile.

Since the hairy hunk is obviously done, I pull him off the wall then shift from left to the right, whipping him with me. I’ve knocked guys out with this, the pressure getting too much. Not Beast, though. No, he rides it out, his body almost relaxing. I have to hold him up. He groans but won’t give. I whip him back to the mat. SPLAT! Damn, he’s a tough dude.

I run through all I’ve done. He rolls onto his knees and works out his shoulders. I see him eying me. Real pro. I move in. He turns fast, driving a big elbow into my abs. THUD! OOF! I back up. Beast rises to his feet and comes at me. I surprise him by coming at him. I duck and grab him around the waist. I lift and lock him into a suspended bearhug. I squeeze and hold him aloft.

Beast moans loud as I carry him around the ring. I crush his midsection. He pushes on my muscles but can’t budge me. I shake him to keep him from countering. If the reverse bearhug didn’t get him, this one will. I’ve softened him up a lot. I bounce his 190-lbs and get a loud pained moan. I keep the pressure up, but the older muscle dom won’t fucking give!

I throw him back to the mat. Damn it. I’m breathing hard. Hunched over, hands on my quads. My jeans are soaked with sweat. My shaggy mop is dripping. I push it back out of my face. It’s been fifteen minutes at least. Maybe twenty. Normally, I’m up two, three falls by now. I’ve been manhandling him but I just can’t finish him off. What the fuck? I’m doing something wrong on these moves.

Beast is rolling over onto his stomach. He looks exhausted, too. And hurting. At least I’ve done some damage. I stand up and stretch back. Can’t believe all the punishment I’ve dished out and he’s still fighting. Definitely living up to his alpha top reputation. I watch him carefully. Looks like we could both use a mid-fall break. Instead of moving in, I motion for a timeout.

“Timeout.”

I move to the cooler, grabbing my towel on the way by. I bend over for a bottle of water. As I do, I feel Beast’s arms around my waist. Ooh, a hug. He squeezes hard and lifts me up and back. I drop the bottle and towel onto the ground as I’m dragged back to the mats. The hairy hunk throws me down to the mat. SPLAT! I roll over and look up at him in shock.

“This isn’t football, Big Red. No timeouts in wrestling. Breaks come after a fall.”

I’m pissed but I can’t really argue. He’s right. I move to rise, but Beast dives at me. He tackles me down. I struggle but I’m drained. All my muscle counts for jackshit as he controls our grappling. I manage to power out of a couple of holds, but I’m on my back and it’s like he’s been resting for the past fifteen minutes. I fight to throw him off. SPLAT!

I roll over to stand up. Beast jumps on my back. SPLASH! I go down. SPLAT! I feel his hands forcing themselves under my armpits and shoulders as I squirm under him, face down. The hairy hunk tries to power me into a full nelson. I block it by pushing my elbows down. He can’t overpower me. I plant my hands and push up, toppling him off me. I get up onto my knees.

Beast senses how tired I am. My chest is heaving and my mouth is hanging open. He immediately dives at me. I’m ready, catching him in another bearhug. I squeeze his waist, crushing his core again. He grunts as we kneel facing each other, my arms tightening around him. Now who can’t breathe? He pulls his arm back to club me but I see it and shake him until his arms drop.

I bury head down into his neck, protecting myself. He slams his forearm across my back. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! The blows just bounce off. I’m putting all I have into the bearhug. After all the abuse I’ve done, he’s moaning like he’s feeling it. I manage to collapse his sides in another couple of inches when he breathes in. I shake him again, hoping to submit him.

The hairy hunk moans but he’s a stubborn bastard. I dive forward, splashing my weight on top of him. SPLAT! 240-lbs is 240-lbs, no matter how tired I am. He groans and goes limp. I force his arms down then slide forward into a schoolboy pin. Sweat drips down onto his face as my hair falls forward. I wiggle to dig my shins in and bounce my ass on his chest.

We lock eyes. I reach under my balls and adjust my package. Beast wouldn’t give me a timeout, so now, it’s time for me to take it.

Beast says, “Pins don’t count.”

“Who’s counting? Just enjoy the view.”

The hairy hunk moves his hands around and squirms under me. He bridges up. Nope. He brings his knees up into my back. THUD! I hold my position. Beast settles down, done looking for an escape.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you up in a minute.”

“Yeah, Don’t think so. No timeouts.”

“You’re not in charge - ARGH!”

Pain shoots up my legs as Beast pulls my feet out and up. The move is hard and sharp, twisting my ankles hard. The hairy hunk bridges up and topples me forward. I land face first . SPLAT! The older muscle dud slides out and up behind me. He keeps hold of my right ankle and stands up, lifting it high. I feel his foot pressing down on my left ankle, pinning it down.

With my right shin pressed against his body, Beast twists my leg. I feel it in my knee and ankle, the pain shooting up. I push up to power out but I’m so tired. I try to twist my body but he’s got my left leg immobilized. I fight not to give. He held out against my best; I can do the same. Playing football, I learned how to handle pain. ARGH! Damn, he keeps working the hold.

I’ve been in this way too long. I gotta break free. I just throw my body to the left with everything I got left. It works. Beast flips and flies over and I get onto my back with my legs free. PHEW! I lie there for just a second, working my leg out. My knee is killing me. I’m breathing so hard. And I’m blinded by the sun and sweat. I lift my hand to shade my eyes. Beast is there. Fuck.

No rests in this alpha battle. The hairy hunk grabs my ankles. I try to kick them free but he drives his foot down on my stomach. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I couldn’t flex my abs so I’m coughing and gasping now. While I try to recover, Beast has my legs up in the air. I just look up, eyes shaded, as he braces the back of my left leg against his right quad.

Beast smoothly steps over my left leg and bends it behind his right, locking my foot against his other quad. I grunt in the leg lock. It doesn’t really hurt, my jeans helping me. Maybe I’ll get my rest after all. I prop up on my left elbow, wiping the sweat from my face with my right hand. I’m not really processing where this is going. I try to move my leg but he’s really locked it in.

The hairy hunk reaches down and grabs my right leg. He lifts it. When the older muscle dom forces my left foot down onto my right quad, I finally realize what’s happening. It only took me a few seconds to get it, but it only takes him a few seconds to apply the hold. Now, it’s too late. We’re past the point of no return, especially with me being so tired.

Oh fuck. The older muscle top falls back and lifts his left leg over my left ankle.

ARRGGHHHHH!

I’m trapped in a figure-four leglock. I thrash around on the mat in blinding pain. My sweat splashes under me as the blinding pain runs up my legs. The hold is killing me. I’ve never been in this before. No one has ever even tried it much less succeeded. My thick leg muscles are useless as he applies so much pressure that I think my leg will snap in two.

I writhe in pain, trying to roll us over like they do in the pros. My 240-lbs has been neutralized and Beast has all the leverage. He easily blocks my attempts. I cry out and whimper. Bounce my upper body, my back slamming down onto the mat as I try to hold out. I can handle pain but this is so intense. ARGH! I have to get out of this hold and there’s only one way to do that.

“GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”

Beast unwraps our legs immediately. I roll onto my side and reach for my leg. I curse at myself, not for giving but for letting myself get into that position. I used a lot of holds on him but I know that none of them hurt like that. None of them reduced him to tears. All that work I did on him and all it did was exhaust me and set me up to be fucking wrecked in two moves.

Fuck.

I feel Beast grab the front of my jeans. He unbuttons them. “I’ll take these, Big Red.” The older muscle dom grabs the bottom of my jeans and lifts my legs up. He pulls, forcing me raise my butt as he peels the soaked fabric from my legs.

When he’s done, I collapse back onto my back. A shadow crosses my face. I open my eyes to see Beast towering over me. He asks, “Thirsty?” I nod. The muscle top twists my jeans and wrings them out over my face. My salty sweat splashes down onto my lips. I shake it off as he walks to the cooler, casually tossing my jeans onto one of the lawn chairs.

Round Two.

Okay. I’m re-hydrated and re-stretched. I feel better in my singlet. Wrestling in jeans was a stupid idea. It made me hot, slowed me down and made a lot of moves harder to do. No excuses. I lost fair and square. But I feel like I can come back. And on the positive side, Beast immediately commented that I look better without them. My cock twitched. Turns out, he’s pretty cool. I complimented him on his resilience and skills. He said I have nice moves.

After a few minutes, we’re back on the mats. I’m feeling better. I need to go all out. I need my holds to feel as killer as his figure-four. The older muscle dom isn’t going to give to anything less than a crippling, brutal submission hold. Or, maybe I just need to knock him out. I do a great sleeper hold. Guys always wake up telling me that. I respect the guy, but it just makes me more determined to win.

We circle the mat. I decide to start aggressive to show him I’m not some whupped puppy. I move in fast. He reaches out, but I kick up, slamming my foot into his abs. WHOMP! OOF! The hairy hunk bends forward. I lock him in a front facelock then grab the side of his black trunks. I suplex him over. BOOM! WHEW! That was harder than it should’ve been but I gotta keep going.

I turn and dive on him. SPLAT! OOF! It’s not very scientific but it works. I slide up and put my shin on this chest, holding him down. I pound on his abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! I’ve gotta weaken him if I’m gonna submit him or knock him out. He’s too good to go down easy. I feel him grab my foot, which immediately spooks me. I pull away and roll size feet away.

Beast slides into a crouch with a smirk on his face. He thinks he’s gotten in my head and he’s right. I just scampered like a jack rabbit from him touching my foot. No pretending that’s anything but me getting spooked. We rise up again. This time, when we lock up, the hairy hunk surprises me. He dodges my charge, lifting his knee. I slam into it hard. WHOMP! OOF!

The older muscle top grabs my hair and pulls me into a front facelock. He grabs the side of my white singlet and before I can block him, he suplexes me over. BOOM! I bounce when I hit but use the momentum to roll over and right into a crouch. Not many guys have ever managed to flip me over. I gotta get over it. This guy’s doing all kinds of things no guy has ever done before.

When Beast rises, I charge in with a big clothesline. He ducks, barely avoiding getting his head taken off. I spin, the force twisting me up and messing up my balance. I stop and steady myself, but the hairy hunk is there. He grabs my left arm and twists it behind me into a hammerlock. ARGH! I feel him working my left wrist higher and higher up my back.

I stagger around the mat with him behind me. I try to power out. Nope. I try to finesse my way out. Nope. As we spin near the wall, the older powerhouse suddenly pushes hard. I’m caught by surprise, allowing him to run me into the padded wall, left shoulder first. WHACK! I groan as he forces me face first against the wall, my left arm still locked up tight.

The hairy hunk puts his foot behind my knee. With one sharp push, my leg folds and I drop down onto both knees facing the padded wall. PLOP! He comes down with me to keep my left arm locked up. Beast reaches in front of my face. My mouth and nose are smothered by his sweaty right armpit. He pulls me backwards into a kneeling dragon with a hammerlock. ARGH!

I struggle but the older muscleman has all the leverage. I feel helpless as I suffer. My left shoulder is buckling from the sustained abuse and now, my back and neck are stretched, too. My knees spread wider as my sweat has made the mat slippery. I swing my free right arm, looking for an opening, but I can’t find one. He’s got me and I don’t know what to do about it.

Beast knows what to do. He forces my left wrist up even higher up my back. It’s high enough that he can grab it with his right hand. Oh fuck! The hairy hunk has me locked up and now, he has a free hand. He caresses my pecs. It feels nice but I know that won’t last. I can’t see anything but I sure feel it when his left arm clubs my pecs hard. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!

My whole body shakes. Beast squeezes my left shoulder. He starts punching it. THUD! THUD! THUD! The thick muscle starts to weaken and my left hand starts to go numb. I’m seriously thinking about tapping but I won’t. I feel lucky when the older muscle top lets me go. Lucky until he grabs my hair and uses it to drive my head into the padded wall. WHACK!

I bounce off and collapse onto the mat. I’m nearly out of it. I only know I’m not because I feel him grab my wrists and drag me back to the middle of the mats. My head hangs back as I look up his mighty body while I’m slid over the resilite. My sweat makes it even easier to move me. He lets go of my wrists and I lie there, spread-eagle and unmoving, try to recover.

Beast grabs my hair. He uses it to drag me up to a seated position. He takes my right arm and brings it across my neck. Next, he forces my limp left arm, the one he’s destroyed this fall, around and over that one. I feel his knee bury in my back and he pulls backwards, choking me with my own arms. I kick my feet in frustration as I feel him pulling back. FUCK!

I try to power out but my left arm is dead and holding my right arm in place. He planned it perfectly. If I manage to stay conscious, my left arm might get pulled out of the socket. Either way, I’m fucking screwed. I plant my feet and push back. It works, except that he rolls back with me. Suddenly, I’m bridging, both his knees in my back and my arms still choking me.

The hairy hunk’s knees dig into my back muscles. I’m gasping for air as my bulge and hips are up, my head hanging down. I feel pain in my back from the knees and angle of the hold. It’s like a choke, backbreaker and shoulder move all in one. I whimper in pain and frustration. I try to throw myself to the side, but my 240-lbs means nothing in this position and I can’t move.

“Okay, okay! You got me!”

Beast releases me and lets me collapse on my side. So much for my big comeback. He just made quick work of me. The only reason it took any time is because every hold was held for so long, not because I put up much of a fight. Fuck! The hairy hunk starts running his hands over my white singlet. He caresses my body, paying particular attention to my wrapped ass.

“I didn’t get to enjoy you in this very much. You do look damn sexy is tight white spandex. Like a superhero.”

I groan, “Is that it? You carrying kryptonite in your trunks, Beast?”

The older muscle top laughs, “No, no kryptonite in these trunks. But glad to see you still got a sense of humor.”

Beast rolls me on my back. He straddles my waist and reaches up for my shoulder straps. The hot hairy dom peels them down. I wince as he grazes my left shoulder. Beast surprises me by leaning down and kissing it. I can’t help but smile, “Shouldn’t have done that. Now it’s all better.” That earns me a long hot kiss on the lips. Fuck, he’s so awesome.

The hairy hunk goes back to work, stripping me of my second piece of gear, leaving me in just my white thong. I see him appraise my package. I can’t tell what he thinks. I know I’m a lot smaller than he is, especially soft. And I’m tired and in pain, so “Little Red” isn’t exactly at its best. Not that it matters because I’m headed to being the fuckee not the fucker.

The older muscle top uses his foot to nudge me over onto my stomach. When he sees my ass, he lets out that sound like made when he first saw me. He uses his foot to play with my massive white mounds. I feel his toe part my cheeks, pressing my thong strap against my hole. I moan. At least I’ve got something impressive, because my wrestling has sucked today.

Round Three.

I try to summon some strength back. I force myself to breathe slowly. Stripped to my thong, it’s changed the mental dynamic. I know that’s dangerous. When an alpha starts thinking of himself as a beta, it’s over. And that’s what I just let happen. This isn’t over. We’re even now. And I still weigh 240-lbs. I’m young. Strong. And I don’t want to get squashed.

Beast can’t stop checking out my bare ass. I’d tell him he hasn’t won it yet, but it sounds hollow. Any trash talk from me sounds stupid. Better to do my talking on the mats by staging a big comeback. I try to motivate myself, running through the best inspirational speeches coaches have given me over my life. I must speak out loud because the hairy hunk comments.

“Psyching up?” I look at him. He smirks, “I’m a high school gym teacher and wrestling coach. I recognize it.” Beast shrugs, “Whatever works.”

I frown, “Yeah, it’s been working real great so far.”

“Don’t get down on yourself. You’re tough.”

I nod and give him a thumbs up, appreciating the encouragement. It could be patronizing but I don’t think so. I think he genuinely wants me to put up a fight. The older muscle top wants a challenge. I gave him one at the start. I need to do that again. If I’m going down, I’m gonna make him work for it. And who knows, maybe I can still knock him out or something.

We head to the mats. I bounce a little. We lock up in a traditional collar-and-elbow. We push and twist. I defend my left arm but that he goes after my right one. Wasn’t expecting that and I’m quickly put in a standing arm lock. Beast wrenches my arm hard. He twists and holds it up and back. I kick out to the side, but he dodges, keeping a tight grip.

The hairy hunk works my arm and the pain drops me to one knee. ARGH! He suddenly spins into me, slamming his body behind my right shoulder. I’m driven forward, going down hard face first. SPLAT! Beast lands on the back of my right shoulder. His 190-lbs feels more like 300 when he hits down. The hairy hunk pushes down on my shoulder while forcing my right arm up and against my shoulder.

I squirm under the older muscleman, frustrated that he’s gotten on top of me again. Beast is really cranking on my arm. I open and close my hand to keep the blood flowing. My shoulder twinges from the force. I work my legs into position then immediately push to the left, rolling my shoulder to ease the pressure. The hairy hunk gets dragged with me, sliding on my body.

Beast keeps my wrist. He smoothly spins 180 on my torso and wraps his legs around my right arm. Fuck. He cranks on my arm while using his calves to hold my chest down. I try to bend my arm, but he’s holding it down. I bridge up, but he lifts his feet then slams them down into my chest. WHOMP! I go down, right back where I started with the armor as tight as ever.

I know I can’t power out of his legs, they’re too strong for that. However, I have learned something from him. I grab his foot on my chest. He looks down just as I twist it hard. The hairy hunk grunts as I crank it. He grunts in surprise, enabling me to bend my arm at the elbow, relieving the pressure. I sit up then roll towards him, putting him into a cradle.

I force him onto his neck and shoulders. My 240-lbs presses down hard. Beast uses the power of his legs to throw me away, releasing my arm to get me off him. The hairy hunk rolls around to rise. I stay crouched while he stands up. I dive at him. He kicks out, but I’m not trying to tackle him. I dodge his leg and move to his left. He sets his feet as I come up behind him.

My adrenaline kicks in, enabling me to jump onto his back. The older muscle top barely manages to stay up. I wrap my arm around his head and lock on a rear naked choke. Beast squirms and turns, trying to block me. I don’t get it on good, but good enough. I work the hold and I feel like he’s weakening. Beast tries to throw me off, but I’m focused now.

The older muscle top’s feet stagger as I hold onto him. His arms drop as I drain his strength from him. My arms aren’t as strong as usual but they’re strong enough. I feel him reach back, looking for an opening. I tighten and he leans forward, getting weaker and weaker. His arms are swinging, hanging down. Our sweaty bodies crush together as I step into him.

I’m basically standing over him. He’s bent forward, his ass pressed into my bulge. I’d hump him but I don’t want to poke the hairy hunk’s left hand suddenly goes behind my left leg. He finds the strength to lift it up. The hairy hunk starts moving me, forcing me to hop. If he wants to do that, he can support all my weight. I jump up with my right foot up.

The hairy hunk Staggers under my weight. His knees buckle but he remains standing. He grabs under my right leg, holding me up in a piggyback. I work his neck, fighting to put him out and end this. Fuck, how is he still standing with 240-lbs of me on his back? I adjust my hold, because I must be doing it wrong. He turns and staggers, trying to keep his feet.

Beast manages to hold me up in the piggyback. I try to tighten the rear naked choke but he runs me backwards into the padded wall. WHACK! The mat does nothing to protect my spine. I moan loudly and lose all my remaining strength. The hairy hunk drops my legs and easily pulls free from my sleeper hold. He turns, bracing for an attack. When I don’t, he moves in close.

The padded wall holds me up. It also sets me up. Beast sees I’m too weak to fight back. I prove it by lifting my hand and shoving him. He easily slaps my hand away and forces it down by my side. With his left hand at my neck under my chin, the hairy hunk leans in fast. I flinch, expecting pain. Instead, he smothers my mouth with his. I melt. He pulls off. I stupidly relax.

Beast holds my head up high then slams his fist into my abs so hard that I want to puke. THUD! URK! The older muscle top pounds away on my stomach. POW! THUD! POW! I’m helpless to resist the force of his blows as they tear into me. THUD! POW! THUD! My bare abs must be red by now. He caresses them and even that hurts. I feel him cup my bulge.

“You ready to lose this?” I shake my head and grit my teeth. “Good man.”

My refusal to give in earns me a huge fist to my lower abs. THUD! My whole body convulses as his knuckles dig into the soft white flesh just above my pouch. It’s open season on my stomach. POW! THUD! POW! I moan and gasp. I can’t tighten my ab muscles anymore so these one sink in deep. THUD! POW! THUD! Some gentle caressing and a pat follow.

The hairy hunk switches to an ab claw that has my feet stamping and my arms flailing. I grab his wrist and forearm to pry his arm back, but he just leans in harder. I buck and fight wildly. He leans in to hold me in place. Fuck, he’s tearing me up. I twist and shake so much that I dislodge his claw without even realizing it. The older muscleman kisses me again.

Beast backs up and I fall forward, holding myself up by pressing my bare ass against the padded wall and bracing my hands on my quads. Damn, that hurt. I must’ve taken two dozen punches and then that fucking claw. The hairy hunk moves in. He grabs my hair and pulls me away from the wall. I stagger forward. I stay hunched over, unsure if I can actually stand.

I get pulled forward. The older muscle top bends and actually manages to scoop my 240-lbs carcass up across his chest. I can’t remember the last time I got lifted by anyone. I wonder what he’s going to do with me. I get my answer as I’m body slammed onto the mat. BOOM! I groan and roll onto my stomach. Fuck, that hurt. The hairy hunk straddles my torso and sits down, mounting me as the conquering hero.

Beast powers me up and back into a camel clutch. I moan loud, my back crying out. He easily locks my arms behind his powerful legs. The same legs that have totally crushed me. No way am I going to be able to escape. I know. He knows it. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t lean back to really get me screaming. The older muscle top likes playing with his toys.

A tight grip on my thick, sopping-wet mop gives him complete control of my head. He moves it to the side and whispers in my ear, “You love this, don’t you?”

I moan an unconvincing, “No!”

“Liar. If I rolled you over right now, I bet your dick would tell me the truth.”

The accusation makes me conscious of my cock under his weight. It is uncomfortably hard in my thong with his weight bearing down on it. He moves his butt on top of mine, grinding my cock into the vinyl mat. I gasp then groan in pained ecstasy. He pats my cheek, “Yeah, thought so, big boy.” I bite my bottom lip as he changes from calling me Big Red to big boy.

Beast grabs under my chin and leans back. I cry out in pain. He rocks us gently, sending shockwaves of agony through my drained and exhausted body. I refuse to admit that I’m loving this, but I am falling under his spell. I’ve been outlasted, outwrestled, and out-dominated. I’ve met my match and his name is Maxon the Beast.

The older muscle dom eases up. “C’mon, boy, give in to the Boss.”

In response, I whimper, realizing I don’t even merit a ‘big’ anymore. Just ‘boy’. And he’s not Beast. He’s Boss. I summon my strength to stay quiet. Yeah, he’s beaten me on the mats. Yeah, he’ll get to top me. But he sure as hell is not my boss and I’m not his boy. I growl and struggle. He laughs and eases up. Using my hair, he pulls my head back for a kiss. SMOOCH!

The hairy hunk pushes me forward, releasing the camel. I moan and writhe under him as he sits on me. I feel a small amount of pride at having held out. Doesn’t mean much in the long run, but it’s something. Beast slides off me. He pushes my side and rolls me over onto my back. I can’t resist him. As soon as I land, I’m embarrassed, knowing my cock is rock hard.

Beast mockingly taps my tenting thong. WHACK! “Looks like somebody is playing hard to get.” I feel the back of his fingers slide up and down my shaft. He talks to my cock as he strokes it, “Don’t worry, little guy, you’ll be free in a minute or two.”

I roll away, hiding my throbbing cock as though he didn’t just see and play with it. I try to find some fight left in me. I push up to hands and knees. Beast steps over my back. He closes his legs around my midsection then falls to the side. His legs pull my 240-lbs of drained muscle with him. I’m rolled into a side body scissors. ARGH! I feel his powerful legs crushing me.

The hairy hunk squeezes until I cry out. I gasp for air but every breath I take is just another chance for his scissors to tighten up making it even harder to breathe. My wrecked core is no match for his mighty legs. Fuck, he’s beaten me twice with them already. I push on the tightly muscled tree trunks crushing my abs. I bridge up but he powers me back down.

I’m taking obviously shorter breaths. My moaning has turned to whimpering. I have no choice but to tap his leg three times.

“Okay, okay, okay! I give.”

Beast opens up immediately. He’s a good sport. And it’s not like he needs to cheat or be dirty. He’s beaten me fair and square. I lie on his leg, unable to roll off. He uses his top leg to push my side, coaxing me off. I do two complete rotations to collapse on my back once again. I lie spread-eagle. Unmoving, eyes closed. I know what’s coming.

“And now, it’s time to free the little guy.”

I just wait as he stretches my white thong out then peels it down my legs. I lie naked on my back, letting the sun bake my sweaty flesh. I’ll be as red as a lobster tomorrow but I’m too tired to worry about it. A bottle of ice-cold water lands on my stomach. PLOP! OOF! I sit up with a start. My towel flies into my face. BOOF! I pull it down as I sit there.

“Drink. Wipe down.”

I nod, “Thanks.” I stretch and try to focus on the fact that I’m wrestling this hot man, as opposed to the humiliation I’ve just lived through. I chug down my water. After I wipe down, I wrap the towel around my waist and move to the table.

As soon as I get there, I immediately peel off my towel, tossing it onto the outdoor chair to face him naked. I don’t want him thinking that I’m disrespecting his win or trying to hide. He stripped me and I’m staying stripped. I finish my water and set the refillable glass bottle on the table. I put my hands on my hips awaiting instructions as he finishes his break.

Beast nods, taking my body in. He says, “What about a bonus round.” Sounds like a statement, not a question.

There’s only one acceptable answer. “Let’s go.”

The Bonus Round.

Getting to my feet was a struggle but now that I’ve been up for a few minutes, it’s not too bad. Yeah, I’m naked while he’s in his trunks. Yeah, I lost 3-0 and it feels a helluva lot worse than that. Yeah, Beast keeps eying me with a hungry look. I’ll take it as a compliment and a promise that he’s still into me despite my performance. I really want to see his cock outta those trunks. I’m both scared and excited thinking about it inside me.

I don’t know if he’s expecting me to come at him or what. As if reading my mind, Beast waves me forward. He says forcefully, “C’mon. Don’t lie down now, boy. I know you’re tired and disappointed but keep pushing. Keep fighting. Show me something. Forget what’s happened. Focus on what’s next.”

I smile, “You sound like my old coach when we were getting our ass kicked.”

“Pushing young men to be their best is what I do eight hours a day.”

I nod and roll my shoulders back. I’d be more confident if he didn’t still look fresh as fuck. You’d think manhandling me would take some energy but other than the sheen of sweat on his muscles, you’d never know it from looking at him. I step forward and raise my arms. Ouch, that hurts. The arm punishment has them stiff as fuck.

Beast comes at me fast. I brace for impact. He ducks under my arms then grabs me around the waist from behind. I grab his forearms but he pulls me into a tight reverse bearhug. OOF! I core collapses against the pressure. He really wrecked my midsection when he had me against the wall. Still, I’m not giving up. The hairy hunk tightens up. OOF! It might not be my choice.

I throw myself forward. I still weigh 240-lbs. The force is enough to pull him with me. I twist with it and we crash down to the mat. We land on his back, crushing the older muscle top under my weight. SPLAT! OOF! His arms fall to the side. I just lie on him for a second. I want to go on the attack but it’s not happening. I bounce, driving my weight down. OOF! He moans under me.

I roll off him and stagger to my feet. I jump in the air, my feet barely leaving the mat. As I fall to splash on him, Beast lifts his legs up. I land on his knees and shins. CRUSH! OOF! I feel like I might puke as my abs hit bone. The hairy hunk kicks out and I roll over three times before settling on my side, clutching my midsection. I hear him padding up behind me.

Beast grabs my hair and lifts my head. He tries to drag me to my feet, but I’m not able to move. My hair will come out before my 240-lbs moves. Getting the message, the older muscle dom pushes me onto my stomach. I feel him fondling my ass. He spanks it. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! That gets me moving as I try to crawl away. He steps over my back and grabs under my armpits.

The hairy hunk lifts and my crawling momentum helps me get my feet under me. As soon as I’m up, I feel him grab my hair from behind. I’m bent backwards. My back arches and I’m too weak to keep standing. I fall backwards, right onto his outstretched knee. KRAKT! I cry out as I land then my muscular body goes limp in the over-the-knee backbreaker.

I hang on his knee, my back seizing up. I try to move to escape but I’m too exhausted to even crunch up. Beast rubs his hands over my naked body like he owns it. Which I guess he does. The older muscle dom caresses my torso as his fingers slide up the inside of my leg. I twitch from the sensation. Oh fuck. My cock grows in response, despite the pain. Fuck, I’m horny.

Beast grips my shaft, “Damn, boy, you’re a real grower. This thing is finally free and it’s showing off. Now I get why all the local boys were telling me I had to face Big Red.”

I’m too sore to reply to the compliment, but it makes my humiliation slightly less bad. I gasp as I feel his lips on my cock head. FUCK! They stay on my head, not going deeper. Just teasing me. His fingers run softly up and down my shaft. His tongue flicks my slit. I whimper and whine. My body shifts on his leg and my balls tighten. Oh fuck, he’s really playing with me.

When he lets go of my cock, I sag in disappointment. I was getting some energy back but now I’m aware of how tired I am again. Beast says, “I bet it wouldn’t take much to get you to shoot, would it, boy?” I moan helplessly, confirming his claim. “Yeah, can’t have that. Not yet, anyway.” The hairy hunk pushes me off his leg and I collapse on my stomach.

Beast pats my ass then kneels beside my head. He grabs my hair and lifts my head up. “Can you even move, boy?”

I will myself to keep going. I roll onto my side, but it turns out that that’s all I can do. We've been at this for a long time and I was exhausted in the first fall. Now, I've used my second, third and tenth wind just trying to keep up while falling further and further behind. He's thoroughly drained my muscles of every ounce of energy. I know it. He knows it.

The muscle dom pats my shoulder, “Okay, boy, I get the point.”

I feel his legs wrap around my head. The hairy hunk uses my red mop to lift my head and position me just right in a figure-four head scissors. He squeezes and my eyes roll back in my head. Beast eases up. He runs his fingers through my hair. He pats my cheek. I swing my arm weakly. My hand lands on his shin.

“You’re so cute, boy. Body? Amazing. Cock? Monster. And ass? Majestic. I like that you’re cocky but not an asshole.” I moan. “You having fun? Your dick says you are.”

“Mmph.”

“Yeah, you’re a special one, boy.” I feel his hold tighten. “Look how red your face gets. Love gingers for that. You into getting put out?”

“Uh.” Pause. “Uh.”

“That a ‘no’ to going out?” My arm falls to the mat, limp as my eyes close. “Uh oh. Might be too late.” I feel his legs open a bit. I breathe in deeply. “Okay, there you go. Still with me, boy?”

When I don’t reply, Beast opens his legs. I roll onto my back. I feel him lift my arm. When he lets go, it falls to the mat. PLOP! I wait for him to lift it again but when I open my eyes, he’s gone. Did he just do it once? Or did I pass out? I can’t be sure.

The only thing I know is that I’m done.

The Submission.

After some time, I focus. I don’t think I went to sleep but I can’t be sure. I roll onto my stomach. Beast is over by the cooler. He’s drinking water and just watching me. His dark fur is matted on his sweat-soaked body. Moving me around is a workout, even when I’m too tired to put up much fight. I stare at his black trunks hanging low on his hips.

My eyes go to his thick cock. It’s obvious, stretched out to the side. At least he’s enjoying kicking my ass. We lock eyes but I immediately look away. I’m embarrassed by my performance and don’t feel worthy. I look back at his bulge. That’s where I need to focus. My mind runs through the situation and there’s only one possible next move.

I use the last of my strength to push up onto my knees. It’s a struggle, taking me way too long. It’s fucking pathetic how exhausted I am. I gotta work on my stamina. Not that it matters right now, but future goals. I’m already hoping Beast gives me a rematch sometime. He did call me special. Unless I dreamt that. My cock is the only part of me with any life, sticking out and up.

“Thirsty, boy?”

I turn to see a full bottle of water resting on Beast’s cock shaft in his stretched trunks. That cock can probably lift a 50-lb dumbbell. A bottle of water is nothing. I nod then look down. I plant my hands in front of me. Instead of even trying to push up to my feet, I move onto my hands and knees. I crawl over to him, my stomach sagging, pushing my ass up.

Beast makes that sound of approval again as he watches me crawl over, my big butt waddling with every move. I’m running through how to handle this. I’ve been on the other side enough that I know what I like when I’ve totally owned some muscle top. I’ll start with that then let him lead. He sure as hell earned the right to do whatever he wants with me.

When I reach the hairy hunk, I lean down and kiss his left foot. Long and slow. With tongue. With respect. I kiss his right one even better. I get a “Good boy.” Taking that as a signal, I push back onto my heels, kneeling in front of him. I keep my head bowed out of respect.

“Can I please have a drink, Boss?”

“Yes, boy. Yes, you may.”

I lift my head, not sure exactly how’s he’s gonna interpret my question. I watch him slowly unscrew the cap. I lick my lips. Beast grabs my hair and pushes my head back. He tilts the bottle and I lap up the cold, refreshing water. I gulp down every drop as he empties the bottle down my throat. When he lets go of my hair, I bow my head again.

“Can I do anything for you, Boss?”

“You like to ask dangerous questions, don’t you, boy?”

“After this, you deserve to do what you want with me.”

“Nice. Let’s check out this shed of yours, boy.”

The Shed.

I crawl beside Boss as he walks to my sex shed. He goes slowly, appreciating that I’m not able to keep up. The hairy hunk reaches down and grabs my red hair. He holds my head up as we move. My cock gets stiff underneath me. The soft grass feels nice on my hands and knees. When we arrive, he hands me my towel to wipe off the grass then swats my ass to send me in.

The shed has a low platform with a king-sized mattress on it covered with a crisp white fitted sheet over a rubber liner. There is a small amount of floor space, all of it padded. It’s enough for me to spread my legs while kneeling but not much else. My modest collection of toys and bondage gear hangs on the walls. There are sturdy hooks in the store wall and wooden rafters.

“Not bad, boy. Sit back on your heels.” I obey as Beast runs his hands over the hanging ropes, chains and paraphernalia. I swallow hard. He turns and rubs the front of his trunks. Fuck, they’re stacked. He sees my eyes. “Can’t take your eyes off it, can you, boy?”

“No, Boss.”

“Let’s fix that so you can focus.”

The hairy hunk grabs one of the blindfolds. He tests the strap, holds it up to the window and rubs the inside. With a nod, Beast moves towards me. I tense. I want to scream, “NO!” but I don’t. I wait patiently. Part of the reason why I’m a good dom is because I spent those years being a good sub. My training quickly comes back to me in Beast’s presence.

The older muscle dom slips it around my head, blinding me. I ignore the disappointment of being robbed the opportunity to see his cock up close. I feel him toy with my hair as I kneel before him. He grips it and moves my head around. I let my neck go limp, giving him complete control. I hear a sound of surprise. The hairy hunk pulls me forward. I smell his bulge then feel it against my face. I take in his scent but otherwise wait for instructions.

“Who trained you, boy?”

“Guy named Malcolm did the best job, Boss. Until now.”

“Yeah, I can see the experience. But now you’re a total top.”

“For the past few years. Until today. Until you.”

“Show me what you remember. Get to work.”

I open my mouth and search for his shaft with my tongue and lips. It’s easy to find. I lock my hands behind my back to resist the urge to use them. I bathe his spandex-wrapped meat with my mouth, savoring the taste of him. I work slowly along, back-and-forth, before I finally reach the head, a good ten inches from where I started. I hear a grunt when I suckle on it.

I lose the trunks. He must have backed away. As I wait, I hear him moving. His hand grips my shoulder and leans me forward. I drop my hands in front to brace myself. My hole his penetrated but not by his cock. It’s a lubed butt plug. The hairy hunk works it in and out, going deeper and deeper until it slides in to the end, my hole closing around it to hold it in place.

Boss pulls me back up to kneeling then moves back in front. Next thing I know, the massive python slaps me in the face. WHAP! I’m surprised by it. I quickly understand that the black trunks are down. I go back to work on the unleashed monster cock. It’s amazing. Uncut and thick, it’s the biggest I’ve ever sucked. It’s more than I can handle but I keep trying.

I feel Boss’ grip back on my hair. He firmly guides me. With the hairy hunk’s direction, I do a better job. I adapt to the mass of meat in my mouth and take more and more of it. He plunges in deeper, causing me to gag. The older muscle top gives me slightly more than I can take but I keep doing my best. I taste pre-cum as he slides back and out.

“Open. Tongue out.”

I obey. The older muscle top slaps my tongue. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Pre-cum hits my tongue again. The smell hits my nose as he runs his cock over my mustache. After a moment, he orders me to close up and swallow. I do. I get a “Good boy” and I know my rock-hard cock bounces. I wonder if he noticed? He might have because I feel his mouth on mine. Mmm.

Boss dominates me in the kiss. It feels great to have him control me like this. After I was so pathetic on the mats, I was worried he’d lose interest. Clearly not. No, this is not how you kiss someone you’re done with. He could’ve just fucked me and left. With my eyes covered, my mind reels. I lose myself to his lips. I moan loudly and gasp. I whimper softly.

The hairy hunk pulls off, “What? You going to cum, boy?” I nod. “From a kiss?” I nod more vigorously. “Fuck, boy, you’re just full of surprises.”

Soft rope wraps around my wrists, binding them behind me. Boss uses the left-over length to whip my behind. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I cry in ecstasy. Boss moves back in front. He goes back at me, smothering my mouth. I whimper as he kisses me deeply and ravages my mouth. I moan a warning. It just makes him use my hair to pull my head back as he continues to own my mouth.

Feel my whole body shudder. Boss refuses to stop. He kisses my cum right out of my cock. I gasp into his mouth as I erupt, unleashing my load. I feel his hand caress my chest which only makes it worse. My cock keeps shooting. It bounces up and down, throbbing and convulsing. Finally, I know I’m leaking drops, even though my shaft is still stiff as steel.

“Now, that’s some kind of compliment, boy.”

I can still only nod.

Drained, I get led by my hair over to the bed. I fall forward so my chest is on the mattress and my knees on the padded floor. I feel him pull my cheeks apart. He fondles my mountainous ass before letting them go. I feel him pull the plug out. POP! His fingers go in to replace it, stretching me out more and making sure I’m good and lubed. I appreciate it.

Even though I haven’t seen his cock live, I know it’s massive. I know it can tear me apart. I brace to what’s to come. I hear the wrapper open. He’s sheathing his cock. When he plows inside me, I cry out, “THANK YOU!” My pained cry contradicts my words but I’m definitely thankful for his cock inside me, even though it hurts. Boss is a firm but empathic lover. Like with the blowjob, he pushes me just past my limit but not too far.

I savor being ridden by this master dom. I understand his reputation and he can add me to those willing to worship at the church of Maxon. Boss is incredible. I encourage him with grunts and moans of pleasure, letting him know that I’m loving him inside me. I feel him build up speed. He growls as drives in, slamming me fully now, respecting my resilience.

Just like on the mats, Boss has a ton of stamina. He outlasts me by a mile. I couldn’t even take a kiss from him without shooting. He works me hard then pulls out and flips me over onto my back. My bound hands raise my ass. He folds me in half then plows in again. I’m split in two as he pounds my ass like the champ that he is. Fuck! What a fucking alpha stud!

Boss starts to breathe harder. He hammers my hole. I’m crying out for him to breed me. As he does, I feel my second load building. I cry out, “I’m cumming!” Seconds later, I explode up my torso into my face. I can taste my cum as my cock empties all over me. A pool of my cum settles between my pecs. Damn, I am a boy. Just a horny boy. The hairy hunk has proven to be more of a man than me once again.

The older muscle top pulls out and lets my legs drop. PLOP! I feel him slide over my raised hips as I hear a condom being snapped off. I feel the cock slapping my face. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“You wanna see this, boy?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Convince me, boy.”

“Please, Boss, please let me see your cock. Please, I want to watch you cover me with your cum. I want you to soak my face with your seed. Please, Boss!”

I must’ve been convincing because the blindfold gets peeled off. I blink to adjust my eyes then look at his magnificent member pointing right at me. He’s working it. Holy fuck. I open my mouth as I just stare, taking in the scene. It doesn’t take long before I’m rewarded with a shower of his hot white seed spraying all over my face. The load is as impressive as the man.

I keep my mouth open, not swallowing until he’s done. We stare at each other then he nods, “You may swallow, boy.” I gratefully do. He pushes me onto my side and unties my wrists. I roll back onto my back, unmoving but in ecstasy. Boss offers me a towel, but I tell him I want to keep his cum on my face a little longer. The hairy hunk lies beside me, caressing my body.

Taking a Break.

As we lie on the mattress, Boss asks, “Were you looking to lose today, boy?”

I hesitate then answer honestly, “No, Boss, not the way I think you mean.”

“Then in what way, boy.”

“You’ve gotta great reputation, you know. Guys recommended you. Almost bragged about you. I love dominating muscle tops and everyone said you’re the best. That’s why I reached out.”

“So, you really did want to conquer me?”

“Yeah. That was the plan. I was NOT looking to lose. But, I’ll admit that I’ve always secretly wanted to find a man who could do to me what I do to other guys. A truly superior alpha. It’s my biggest fantasy. And now, I’ve lived a real-life version that’s a million times better than anything I could’ve imagined …” I trail off, unsure if I should say what I’m thinking.

“Sounds like there’s more to that sentence.”

“I’m just - uh -”

“Just what?”

“I’m just sorry that I wasn’t more of a challenge for you. You took the best I had and I couldn’t do the same for you. I ran outta gas, which is pathetic. I want another chance someday soon. I wanna redeem myself. Prove myself.”

“Any time, boy.” Boss rolls over on top of me. I grunt at his weight pressing down on me. He kisses me deeply. Passionately. I rub his back, savoring the feeling of having him own me again. We make out for a long time. He lifts his head. “You’re mine for the night, boy.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Let’s do dinner then we can play some more.” After he rolls off me, he caresses my torso, “Shame to cover this up.”

“Boss?

“What?”

“I’ve got a grill. I’ve got a stocked fridge. Steaks and lots of fixings, fresh from the market this morning. I would be proud to make something for you. No clothes required.”

Boss smiles big, “Well, then, get to work, boy.” He rises then helps me to my feet. We head to the main house, cocks hard and minds working.

The End.