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Wrestling Season at Fuck U - Pre-Season (Part 2)
8 years ago
POSTLUDE: The next morning
WrestlemeJack: Getting another shower trying to rub out the memory of last nite before jogging off to the wrestling wing of Rec Hall early… … Do my usual pump and calisthenics and wrestling move drills getting my solid 210 pounds frame totally pumped, wearing wifebeater and running shorts, my thick pecs pumped, notice my nipples showing more than normal.. my thick cock half engorged since last nite and clearly pressing out almost tenting my running shorts… Couple of my wrestling frat bros showing and strutting around naked and half naked as they line up getting their weights recorded…… Being the Captain I keep them moving so we are ready when the Coaches arrive… “Where is Mark?” as I look around and you’re not here.. ’fuckin dick, figures…’ under my breath but relieved you’re not… yt
Markmuscles: Come into the locker room pumped for the qualifying prelims to determine weight class cuts. In sweats and tank top ribbing some of the other guys then I see you, a little quieter than usual. You're already dressed out in your home game singlet instead of the usual warm up shorts and team shirt. "Well look who got all dressed up" I grin as I sneak a yank at your singlet, pinching the material at your lower back, pulling up a wedgie just enough to let a little cheek bubble out. "Don't get too attached though" I whisper before smacking your ass as I open my locker...yt
Wrestlemejack: After weigh in, slide into my locker row as the guys filing out to the gym after tell them to pair up and do drills… some growling that maybe I oughtta lighten up… jack one against a locker and tell him we will lighten up when the season is over… then mumble a quick apology and brush him off and head to my lockers…. Fuck fuck fuck.. get it together Jack…. I mutter as I slide outta my clothes and see my ripped naked body, touch my nipples and rub my ass and my ass hole and groan as so tender still… see marks from the wooden bench running over my thick pec shelf… roll my pecs, flex my thick biceps, crunch my ripped thighs and calf as I grab my singlet and slide into it... ready to head out and… "Well look who got all dressed up" as you yank my singlet up exposing my left ass cheek and then grab my singlet fabric, wedging me and telling me to not get too attached and slapping my ass acting like you’re the Alpha here…..
Big grin on your face as you open your locker, all swagger… I grip your hair and the seam of your sweats and BAMMMMMM as I slam your forehead into the locker door…. Then bring a knee up and slam into your ass halves and press your 6 foot body into the locker door….. getting in real close… lick your ear as I slam you again... ‘we will see about that Mark, you fucking bitch, gonna wrestle by the rules, not that shit you pulled last nite” I whisper as I let you go still pressed into your locker… as I walk away hear you chuckling… “WTF!!!!!!... just get into your gear Mark and weigh in and I will meet you in the gym, hurry up dude” as I see the coaching staff starting to walk through the lockeroom…. walk into the gym pulling my singlet back over my ass… yt
Markmuscles: Confident as I open my locker knowing I own you, BAM my forehead slammed into the locker door, knee SLAMS my tailbone, pinning me to the locker, I can't help moaning when you lick my ear, manhandling me and I feel my cock thicken tenting my sweats. Dazed but grin when you answer my taunt "we will see about that Mark, you fucking bitch" leave me pressed to the locker, part of me wishing you had stayed. I laugh, "you're the only bitch in here Jack, you just don't know it yet" I pull out my usual warmup shorts, then change my mind, decide to match you, pull on my own practice singlet. Wasn't regulation but was school colors so Coach hadn't fussed much about it. Just this side of too small it just barely covered the straps of my jock cupping my meaty ass cheeks. Leave the straps down to head to weigh in...yt
WrestlemeJack: Follow you to the weigh in station… Shake my head as can’t believe I am noticing your sculpted ass bunching into a perfect globe with each step and your jock strap cupping it but visible where your thick hamstrings meet your ass… as you step onto the scales giving the towelboy a snarky comment… I waive him aside and step in front adjusting the counter-weight on the balance… my cock twitches as see your ripped thick pecs sweating slightly as your singlet shoulder straps hang at your side… my eyes can’t help pausing over your thick cock clearly outlined inside your jockstrap and singlet…. As I move the balance look you square on… ”Don’t think this get-up of yours is gonna help you on the mats you fuck, and last nite was bullshit and DID NOT happen, ya hear me” as I move the balance slow… ‘’And once I wipe the mat with your ass, you better find another sport to troll cause you’re off this squad…” as the weight clicks in at 210 pounds, give you a nod and turn away. yt
Markmuscles: I actually laugh when you make your little threat as you weigh me in, 210, dead even with you. When you turn thinking you laid down the law, I grab a fistful of your hair and SNATCH you back making you arch over the balance bar...lean forward and take a firm sucking bite on your exposed throat, my teeth digging against your skin, feel your pulse quicken against my tongue before I pull away, pull your head back making you arch further before I release your hair and get a good pinching grip on both nipples, growling in your ear..." usually your cocky little attitude is part of what is so fucking hot about you," I roughly nibble your earlobe "but today it's just pissing me off so I'll get right to the point, your ass is gonna take the fall out there today just like it took my dick yesterday, or we'll see how much of last night didn't happen when the team gets a surprise screening party of their golden boy squealing for my dick like a little bitch." I roll your nipples in my fingers then pinch hard making you squirm "see how easy that is? I own you, bitch."
WrestlemeJack: Turn to head to the line of studs getting ready to match up and AHHHHHHhh.... my spiked hair yanked back... me - team captain, 210 pounds of muscle, wrestling stud - bent over the balance bar as you lean in and lick and bite and suck my thick muscled neck…. My fists curl when you let me go, ready to lash out…. And you grab my thick nipples poking at the edges of my singlet arm straps and find myself groaning and barely hearing you talk as feel my cock stirring in my singlet… brain in hyperdrive trying to deal with this… til I hear ‘…. so I'll get right to the point, your ass is gonna take the fall out there today just like it took my dick yesterday, or we'll see how much of last night didn't happen…’ as you roll your fingers hard over my nipples… my hands grip your wrists and Yahhhhhh I groan as I yank them off my nips…. My hands palm forwards SMACKKKKK your thick pecs as I push you off the scales… step in close as I press an knee into your crotch and grab your shoulder straps like I am helping you get ready for the match up…. Yank them hard forcing your jock and singlet material to wedge your ass and nuts….. ‘what the fuck you talking about Mark… There was no one there bitch.. your word against mine and I AM STRAIGHT….ya hear’ as I let the strap snap onto your traps… See the coaches and some of the team glancing over as I grip your shoulder and pull you along to the group like we are best friends… but see the Coach cock his eyebrows at both of us as we are walking over.
Markmuscles: UHN! Stumble back when you slap my pecs, knee my crotch cutting off a groan of pain when you jerk my singlet straps pulling it up tight giving me a wedgie and camel toe against my taint showing my growing cock in full relief under my thin jock, wedgie showing bright red straps cupping my ass cheeks. Grinning when you announce how straight you are with a wince when you snap my straps. Walk with you fighting not to groan as your hand squeezes a crushing grip on my shoulder, digging your fingers threateningly against my trap when coach looks over. Forcing to talk past the pain tingling up and down my arm "A picture's worth 1000 words Jacky, and video is worth millions" I nudge you away from me with my elbow and walk to the far edge of our mat, the wedgie you started getting worse with each step creeping between my globes.
WrestlemeJack: As we are walking out 210 pounds of muscles heading to the mats, glance down and see your half wedged ass hanging out and your jock straps clearly visible…. Your thick crotch clearly outlined as you walk… “Hope you enjoy your last time on the team mats you fuck” say in low voice… While slapping your shoulder like we are buddies but relieved maybe will get this chapter behind me…
My face goes white and my Adams apple drops as y hear you say ‘A picture's worth 1000 words Jacky, and video is worth millions’ my thick muscles slacken some as you elbow me and head off to the other side of the mats…. My brain does an quick inventory of what all was in my gym bag and I gulp…. I glance as your wedged ass walks away and you turn your head and wink….. I turn to the coach and the guys as the 210 match is up next…. Coach gives me a slap on the back and on my ass which lingers a moment maybe too long…. I shake my head as I am now paranoid and as walk to the mat edge, other guys slapping my ass and my back and feel my cock shudder as I look over the mat at you as your adjusting that wedge and pumping your muscles and eyeing me…
Markmuscles: I grin seeing your face obviously doubting yourself now, see that too long contact from coach on your ass and make little kissy noises at you and mime rolling a video camera at you before I fix my wedgie and stretch in a pike position before standing up and get in a wrestlers stance waiting for coach to start us, "Showtime, Jacky."
WrestlemeJack: Glance to the stands and see the large group of students here for the team weight position picks and 210 one of the most popular and also see a few with GO MARK as your growing groupies here.... adjust my singlet and pat my ass and flex my biceps as your looking over and your tossing me a kiss and adjusting your singlet but see it is still stretched around your thick crotch... my team mates slap my back and tell me to make quick work of the pussy boy.... head to the mat center to meet you... arms up for the first of three falls starting from the standing position... coach ready to blow his whistle as i gulp and stare into your confident eyes....
Markmuscles: Just as our fingers touch I get one last jibe in, certain I'm coming out on top one way or the other "wonder how coach'll take it, knowing I got that cherry he's been sniffing all semester?" Just then the whistle blows, crowd starts backing their respective champions. Some students behind me wanting to see new blood on the team, most of our teammates rooting for you to show me up. I turn my hand sliding under your pit, taking just enough time to scrub my thumb over your nipple as I pivot to my side angling for a takedown yt
WrestlemeJack: Deep gulp as the full realization of your game here starts to get real clear even to my thick jock brain... as our fingers touch, I flex my 18 inch guns, my thick thighs tighten and my ass flexes around my tight singlet.... my pecs flexed and ripped as I try to get my natural mat instinct back... ready as the whistle blows.... your hand drives under my chest and your thumb drags and presses over my nipple giving me a shudder that runs from my nipple to my nut sack giving me momentary loss of focus.. your shoulder slams into mine as your other arm wraps around my back and I am forced back.. flipping up and landing on my back with you on top and your face an inch from mine.. feel your breathe as the whistle blows and the coach says 'takedown - 2 points MARK!’ and hear a collective gasp from the team and obvious disappointment in the Coach’s voice...
Markmuscles: I get up off you having scored first points, my pouch considerably bigger than when we started, my singlet starting to creep up again as you lay there in shock, "Come on pretty boy referee's position, you do know that one right?" I wink. Watch you kip up from the mat showing off, exchange a glance with coach before coming back to the mat.
WrestlemeJack: Watch you slow like get up, one hand pressing into my throat and other pressing my thick pec as you push off me, winking at me as you do.... see your crotch thick and thickening as you getting cocky and telling ME the next position as the looser of the first fall...
I roll over to all fours and my hands lay on the center line for the start.. breathing heavy and sweating way more that i ever do this point in a match.... I stare at the mat, sweat dripping and splashing off my nose as i wait you to assume the start position..... the coach telling you to get set up.
Markmuscles: I knees beside and slightly behind you, lean over your back my right hand slides across your back and over your hip, lightly on your abdomen, letting my pinky just barely rest against the tip of your bulge angled my body so coach can't see as I grip your arm waiting for the whistle.
WrestlemeJack: My hands firmly planted on the mat, my thick shoulders wide over them… my back thick but swayed down some to the small of my back, my thick round glutes arching up and pulling at my singlet bunching my thick nut sack between my thighs…..… my brain never before this conscience of how that must look as I know this is the view of the Coach and the team the students see… as I nervously adjust my legs so my thick nut sack bulge not as visible….
You genuflect beside me, your lips touching my neck… your arm reaches over and around my back curls around and just touches my ab core giving me a shudder….. Your other hand grips my wrist…. I groan and grunt and hiss out as your pinky brushes over my thick uncut bulge just as the whistle blows… I roll to my right into you to try to dislodge the wrist hold and twist from your arm around my waist…. Trying for an escape to get my confidence back but half my brain still feeling that slight touch of my cock. yt
Markmuscles: You roll into me to break the grip on your wrist...I roll with you onto my back, pull you on top of me with my grip on your waist, unintentionally pressing my fingers against your thick uncut meat as I roll you over...both of us on our backs with you on top of me, your shelved out rock hard glutes squirming on my pouch. I grapevine my legs through yours spreading you wide as I struggle to lock a full nelson.
WrestlemeJack: Try to roll free and counter but my concentration again fucked from your finger brush over my cock.. as I start to escape, you’re on me and hands wrap around my torso, your hands locked as you roll over and land me on top of you… my traps against your face, my thick glutes flexing and arching up against your crotch… my brain panics as I have felt that crotch just 12 hours previous as you rub it and can feel your thickening rod between my glutes still sore… as I start to struggle, your legs lock me in a grapevine and my crotch is spread wide, my thick crotch clearly showing a half hardon as my struggling just makes it worse… never been in this position my entire wrestling career….I slap at your side giving you the reversal and the hold…. Coach whistles and announces ‘2 for reversal and near fall to Mark” as the students for you whistle and clap and point to the team captain embarrassingly exposed as you keep the hold a few moments after the whistle making your point to everyone here…
Markmuscles: Flex the grapevine forcing you into a full split forcing you to arch against my groin "you are a kinky bitch aren't you?" I whisper before releasing the hold. As you start to sit up I let my calf flex against your swelling bulge as I stand.
WrestlemeJack: After making sure I have been humiliated with a bitch hold, you tell me I am a kinky bitch as you release me and roll me off you but make sure to drag ur leg and calf over my cock making it shudder and grow in my singlet.... as the coach blows the whistle and you slow get into the referee position making a show of it as you do...., your ass half exposed, jock straps hanging loose and the students yelling your name and whistling now as the coach looking nervous as I stand and look at the coach who gives me a WTF look.... look down at your arched up ass ready to try this last attempt to take this back...
Markmuscles: I purposely arch my ass up in the ref position, making my singlet creep up more guys giving me looks but can't say anything without the obvious "Why you checking out my ass?" trap. You try avoid touching my ass as you kneel, but I feel your growing bone against me "Might let you top next time we hang out Jacky" I taunt as you wrap your arm around my waist. Feel myself in your predicament of distraction as your hand settles cautiously over my core. Get back at you wriggling my ass pretending to get in better position as our singlets slide against each other... "Think you might finally be the one scoring?"
WrestlemeJack: I suck in deep as i get to one knee beside you most important set of my life.... but your ass making a show of getting your knees squared and in the right position while telling me in low voice that there might be a next time for you and I.... "Fuck you Mark" I say as I start to grab your wrist.... "this'll be the last time you get near me you bitch" but my growing cock is putting the lie to that.... 'your not fucking stealing my position like this" as my hand slides under you gripping your ab core and feeling your now full throttled boner brush my hand..... as our hips touch the coach blows the whistle.
Markmuscles: I take a spin on your approach from all fours, I reach up grabbing your wrist resting against my abs and pull my arm that your holding up to my chest as I lower my head to the mat, FLEX my wedgied ass against your boner banking on getting you hot and bothered as I push up with my feet and turn my upper body hoping to buck you off. Yt
WrestlemeJack: You take a page from my training and roll into me holding my arm wrapped around you as you press your ass into my crotch forcing me up... NOT from my training when you force my hand to rub over your cock that is now fully hard inside your singlet which the Coach catches..... as I feel it I shudder and lose my balance and fall back landing on my back with you on top of me.. I arch up slamming my crotch into your molded ass and roll you off me.... Coach shouts '2 points Jack for reversal, 1 point Mark for Jack's illegal hold' as i he motions to his crotch... you smirk at that last call as I get to the standing position... some of my team looking disappointed...yt.
Markmuscles: Can't help crying out in shock when your thick bone thrusts up against my ass, I quickly roll off you with a surprised look at you "didn't expect that Jacky" shaking a finger as if you'd been a bad boy. Pull my singlet out of my ass as our last round had turned it into a thong as I jog to the center of the mat. Give you a playful tap aside your head, see you sweating a good deal "Feelin' alright? You look wet enough to slip in...on" Wink at you and bounce on my toes making my obscene boner bounce in the skintight pouch yt
WrestlemeJack: Hear the coach in the background saying ‘Mark 5, Jack 2..... lets wrap this up fellas” he says in his neutral voice but can tell he is pissed as his star jock not cleaning up here... as I stand ring center…. Your in front of me all cocky and sure and your big dick bouncing in your skimpy singlet.. telling me I look wet…. As see your cock bouncing as your all sure… my own cock filling my team singlet…. My team mates muttering…. Visions of the practice nite before flicking through my brain as your big boner bounces in front of me… I put my arms up to lock in.. going for the pin... as you lean in to grip my shoulder, I grab your hair and flex my right bicep and slam your cocky face into it.. rub it over my 18 inch gun… “I am the man here bitch” I shout loosing it some… then slam a knee into that obscene bouncing cock of yours that had me last nite….as you fold forwards, I grip you between the crotch and lift you grabbing your ass globes and BAMMMMMM slam you to the canvas as the whistles are all blowing… I land a stomp to your gut as you roll on the mat…. Feel hands grabbing at me pulling me off you…. ‘this is my slot Bitch” I yell as the coach runs up to see how you are as my team mates grip my singlet keeping me back…
Markmuscles: Cocky grin on my face as I go in to lock up, but you suddenly just snap... BASH my face to your boulder bicep stuns me while you rub my face over your bicep, my vision flashes white when your knee crushes my boner, crumbling to my knees but you catch me, crotchlifting me with a solid grip on my ass, WHAM my back spikes the mat so fucking hard I'm winded and punch drunk not even hearing the whistles when your foot POUNDS my abs getting a sick groan as I curl up in fetal position holding my splitting head together.
WrestlemeJack: Assistant coaches all around you as they make sure you are OK as your groaning in fetal till they get you to you to your ass… Your hands still clutching your abs and your crotch... your thick muscles pumped and quivering from the pain or may be your acting.. not putting anything past you…. The Coach gives me a disappointed nod and points to the lockeroom doors to the squad as they pull me away, my singlet not hiding my 8.5 inch uncut Woodie from him… “its him Coach, all his fault” I whimper to him as I am drug off, see the coach helping you to your feet as I get to the doors… handing you the new team singlet as you get to your feet.. but see you looking at me as I am drug through the door...
Markmuscles: I watch you get dragged off screaming blame at me. Got what I want with a huge smile, "Thanks Coach!" As I look at the official singlet...then the finally receding pain from my balls remind me, you still have to be punished for that little stunt. "Shouldn't have gone out like a sorry bitch Jacky."
I walk back to the lockers, still nursing my back from that slam, nausea calming from your low blow. Secure now that my spot is cemented on the team, one last thing to put the nail in Jack's coffin. Pull out my cell phone from my locker just as I hear you slam the door to the equipment/laundry room. "Dropping off your old uniform Jacky?" You snarl and come at me ready to finish what you started until I hold up my phone for you to see the screen. Right there in fantasticallly well lit video, is the back of your head turning back and forth, moaning like a schoolgirl for....camera view turns, to see my face with a satisfied grin and lusty glaze in my eyes, blow a kiss to the camera and pan down my chest, to cobblestone abs and big reveal dramatic music my dick beating your hole like it owed money, and your voice clear as a bell, moaning, pleading with me to fuck your ass. The video shows me pulling you up, back to my chest and a deep scorching hot kiss just as my phone dings "upload complete" flashes on the screen. "This could have been a lot less painful Jacky, but you just couldn't help yourself and attack my boner? that couldn't go unpunished Jacky." Phones and tablets start buzzing and chiming in the lockers as you stand there with growing terror on your face frozen in shock. I grab you by the throat and kiss you hard before shoving you back hard into a row of lockers and soccer kick you in the groin, "welcome to hell" I grumble before exiting....END
WrestlemeJack: Getting another shower trying to rub out the memory of last nite before jogging off to the wrestling wing of Rec Hall early… … Do my usual pump and calisthenics and wrestling move drills getting my solid 210 pounds frame totally pumped, wearing wifebeater and running shorts, my thick pecs pumped, notice my nipples showing more than normal.. my thick cock half engorged since last nite and clearly pressing out almost tenting my running shorts… Couple of my wrestling frat bros showing and strutting around naked and half naked as they line up getting their weights recorded…… Being the Captain I keep them moving so we are ready when the Coaches arrive… “Where is Mark?” as I look around and you’re not here.. ’fuckin dick, figures…’ under my breath but relieved you’re not… yt
Markmuscles: Come into the locker room pumped for the qualifying prelims to determine weight class cuts. In sweats and tank top ribbing some of the other guys then I see you, a little quieter than usual. You're already dressed out in your home game singlet instead of the usual warm up shorts and team shirt. "Well look who got all dressed up" I grin as I sneak a yank at your singlet, pinching the material at your lower back, pulling up a wedgie just enough to let a little cheek bubble out. "Don't get too attached though" I whisper before smacking your ass as I open my locker...yt
Wrestlemejack: After weigh in, slide into my locker row as the guys filing out to the gym after tell them to pair up and do drills… some growling that maybe I oughtta lighten up… jack one against a locker and tell him we will lighten up when the season is over… then mumble a quick apology and brush him off and head to my lockers…. Fuck fuck fuck.. get it together Jack…. I mutter as I slide outta my clothes and see my ripped naked body, touch my nipples and rub my ass and my ass hole and groan as so tender still… see marks from the wooden bench running over my thick pec shelf… roll my pecs, flex my thick biceps, crunch my ripped thighs and calf as I grab my singlet and slide into it... ready to head out and… "Well look who got all dressed up" as you yank my singlet up exposing my left ass cheek and then grab my singlet fabric, wedging me and telling me to not get too attached and slapping my ass acting like you’re the Alpha here…..
Big grin on your face as you open your locker, all swagger… I grip your hair and the seam of your sweats and BAMMMMMM as I slam your forehead into the locker door…. Then bring a knee up and slam into your ass halves and press your 6 foot body into the locker door….. getting in real close… lick your ear as I slam you again... ‘we will see about that Mark, you fucking bitch, gonna wrestle by the rules, not that shit you pulled last nite” I whisper as I let you go still pressed into your locker… as I walk away hear you chuckling… “WTF!!!!!!... just get into your gear Mark and weigh in and I will meet you in the gym, hurry up dude” as I see the coaching staff starting to walk through the lockeroom…. walk into the gym pulling my singlet back over my ass… yt
Markmuscles: Confident as I open my locker knowing I own you, BAM my forehead slammed into the locker door, knee SLAMS my tailbone, pinning me to the locker, I can't help moaning when you lick my ear, manhandling me and I feel my cock thicken tenting my sweats. Dazed but grin when you answer my taunt "we will see about that Mark, you fucking bitch" leave me pressed to the locker, part of me wishing you had stayed. I laugh, "you're the only bitch in here Jack, you just don't know it yet" I pull out my usual warmup shorts, then change my mind, decide to match you, pull on my own practice singlet. Wasn't regulation but was school colors so Coach hadn't fussed much about it. Just this side of too small it just barely covered the straps of my jock cupping my meaty ass cheeks. Leave the straps down to head to weigh in...yt
WrestlemeJack: Follow you to the weigh in station… Shake my head as can’t believe I am noticing your sculpted ass bunching into a perfect globe with each step and your jock strap cupping it but visible where your thick hamstrings meet your ass… as you step onto the scales giving the towelboy a snarky comment… I waive him aside and step in front adjusting the counter-weight on the balance… my cock twitches as see your ripped thick pecs sweating slightly as your singlet shoulder straps hang at your side… my eyes can’t help pausing over your thick cock clearly outlined inside your jockstrap and singlet…. As I move the balance look you square on… ”Don’t think this get-up of yours is gonna help you on the mats you fuck, and last nite was bullshit and DID NOT happen, ya hear me” as I move the balance slow… ‘’And once I wipe the mat with your ass, you better find another sport to troll cause you’re off this squad…” as the weight clicks in at 210 pounds, give you a nod and turn away. yt
Markmuscles: I actually laugh when you make your little threat as you weigh me in, 210, dead even with you. When you turn thinking you laid down the law, I grab a fistful of your hair and SNATCH you back making you arch over the balance bar...lean forward and take a firm sucking bite on your exposed throat, my teeth digging against your skin, feel your pulse quicken against my tongue before I pull away, pull your head back making you arch further before I release your hair and get a good pinching grip on both nipples, growling in your ear..." usually your cocky little attitude is part of what is so fucking hot about you," I roughly nibble your earlobe "but today it's just pissing me off so I'll get right to the point, your ass is gonna take the fall out there today just like it took my dick yesterday, or we'll see how much of last night didn't happen when the team gets a surprise screening party of their golden boy squealing for my dick like a little bitch." I roll your nipples in my fingers then pinch hard making you squirm "see how easy that is? I own you, bitch."
WrestlemeJack: Turn to head to the line of studs getting ready to match up and AHHHHHHhh.... my spiked hair yanked back... me - team captain, 210 pounds of muscle, wrestling stud - bent over the balance bar as you lean in and lick and bite and suck my thick muscled neck…. My fists curl when you let me go, ready to lash out…. And you grab my thick nipples poking at the edges of my singlet arm straps and find myself groaning and barely hearing you talk as feel my cock stirring in my singlet… brain in hyperdrive trying to deal with this… til I hear ‘…. so I'll get right to the point, your ass is gonna take the fall out there today just like it took my dick yesterday, or we'll see how much of last night didn't happen…’ as you roll your fingers hard over my nipples… my hands grip your wrists and Yahhhhhh I groan as I yank them off my nips…. My hands palm forwards SMACKKKKK your thick pecs as I push you off the scales… step in close as I press an knee into your crotch and grab your shoulder straps like I am helping you get ready for the match up…. Yank them hard forcing your jock and singlet material to wedge your ass and nuts….. ‘what the fuck you talking about Mark… There was no one there bitch.. your word against mine and I AM STRAIGHT….ya hear’ as I let the strap snap onto your traps… See the coaches and some of the team glancing over as I grip your shoulder and pull you along to the group like we are best friends… but see the Coach cock his eyebrows at both of us as we are walking over.
Markmuscles: UHN! Stumble back when you slap my pecs, knee my crotch cutting off a groan of pain when you jerk my singlet straps pulling it up tight giving me a wedgie and camel toe against my taint showing my growing cock in full relief under my thin jock, wedgie showing bright red straps cupping my ass cheeks. Grinning when you announce how straight you are with a wince when you snap my straps. Walk with you fighting not to groan as your hand squeezes a crushing grip on my shoulder, digging your fingers threateningly against my trap when coach looks over. Forcing to talk past the pain tingling up and down my arm "A picture's worth 1000 words Jacky, and video is worth millions" I nudge you away from me with my elbow and walk to the far edge of our mat, the wedgie you started getting worse with each step creeping between my globes.
WrestlemeJack: As we are walking out 210 pounds of muscles heading to the mats, glance down and see your half wedged ass hanging out and your jock straps clearly visible…. Your thick crotch clearly outlined as you walk… “Hope you enjoy your last time on the team mats you fuck” say in low voice… While slapping your shoulder like we are buddies but relieved maybe will get this chapter behind me…
My face goes white and my Adams apple drops as y hear you say ‘A picture's worth 1000 words Jacky, and video is worth millions’ my thick muscles slacken some as you elbow me and head off to the other side of the mats…. My brain does an quick inventory of what all was in my gym bag and I gulp…. I glance as your wedged ass walks away and you turn your head and wink….. I turn to the coach and the guys as the 210 match is up next…. Coach gives me a slap on the back and on my ass which lingers a moment maybe too long…. I shake my head as I am now paranoid and as walk to the mat edge, other guys slapping my ass and my back and feel my cock shudder as I look over the mat at you as your adjusting that wedge and pumping your muscles and eyeing me…
Markmuscles: I grin seeing your face obviously doubting yourself now, see that too long contact from coach on your ass and make little kissy noises at you and mime rolling a video camera at you before I fix my wedgie and stretch in a pike position before standing up and get in a wrestlers stance waiting for coach to start us, "Showtime, Jacky."
WrestlemeJack: Glance to the stands and see the large group of students here for the team weight position picks and 210 one of the most popular and also see a few with GO MARK as your growing groupies here.... adjust my singlet and pat my ass and flex my biceps as your looking over and your tossing me a kiss and adjusting your singlet but see it is still stretched around your thick crotch... my team mates slap my back and tell me to make quick work of the pussy boy.... head to the mat center to meet you... arms up for the first of three falls starting from the standing position... coach ready to blow his whistle as i gulp and stare into your confident eyes....
Markmuscles: Just as our fingers touch I get one last jibe in, certain I'm coming out on top one way or the other "wonder how coach'll take it, knowing I got that cherry he's been sniffing all semester?" Just then the whistle blows, crowd starts backing their respective champions. Some students behind me wanting to see new blood on the team, most of our teammates rooting for you to show me up. I turn my hand sliding under your pit, taking just enough time to scrub my thumb over your nipple as I pivot to my side angling for a takedown yt
WrestlemeJack: Deep gulp as the full realization of your game here starts to get real clear even to my thick jock brain... as our fingers touch, I flex my 18 inch guns, my thick thighs tighten and my ass flexes around my tight singlet.... my pecs flexed and ripped as I try to get my natural mat instinct back... ready as the whistle blows.... your hand drives under my chest and your thumb drags and presses over my nipple giving me a shudder that runs from my nipple to my nut sack giving me momentary loss of focus.. your shoulder slams into mine as your other arm wraps around my back and I am forced back.. flipping up and landing on my back with you on top and your face an inch from mine.. feel your breathe as the whistle blows and the coach says 'takedown - 2 points MARK!’ and hear a collective gasp from the team and obvious disappointment in the Coach’s voice...
Markmuscles: I get up off you having scored first points, my pouch considerably bigger than when we started, my singlet starting to creep up again as you lay there in shock, "Come on pretty boy referee's position, you do know that one right?" I wink. Watch you kip up from the mat showing off, exchange a glance with coach before coming back to the mat.
WrestlemeJack: Watch you slow like get up, one hand pressing into my throat and other pressing my thick pec as you push off me, winking at me as you do.... see your crotch thick and thickening as you getting cocky and telling ME the next position as the looser of the first fall...
I roll over to all fours and my hands lay on the center line for the start.. breathing heavy and sweating way more that i ever do this point in a match.... I stare at the mat, sweat dripping and splashing off my nose as i wait you to assume the start position..... the coach telling you to get set up.
Markmuscles: I knees beside and slightly behind you, lean over your back my right hand slides across your back and over your hip, lightly on your abdomen, letting my pinky just barely rest against the tip of your bulge angled my body so coach can't see as I grip your arm waiting for the whistle.
WrestlemeJack: My hands firmly planted on the mat, my thick shoulders wide over them… my back thick but swayed down some to the small of my back, my thick round glutes arching up and pulling at my singlet bunching my thick nut sack between my thighs…..… my brain never before this conscience of how that must look as I know this is the view of the Coach and the team the students see… as I nervously adjust my legs so my thick nut sack bulge not as visible….
You genuflect beside me, your lips touching my neck… your arm reaches over and around my back curls around and just touches my ab core giving me a shudder….. Your other hand grips my wrist…. I groan and grunt and hiss out as your pinky brushes over my thick uncut bulge just as the whistle blows… I roll to my right into you to try to dislodge the wrist hold and twist from your arm around my waist…. Trying for an escape to get my confidence back but half my brain still feeling that slight touch of my cock. yt
Markmuscles: You roll into me to break the grip on your wrist...I roll with you onto my back, pull you on top of me with my grip on your waist, unintentionally pressing my fingers against your thick uncut meat as I roll you over...both of us on our backs with you on top of me, your shelved out rock hard glutes squirming on my pouch. I grapevine my legs through yours spreading you wide as I struggle to lock a full nelson.
WrestlemeJack: Try to roll free and counter but my concentration again fucked from your finger brush over my cock.. as I start to escape, you’re on me and hands wrap around my torso, your hands locked as you roll over and land me on top of you… my traps against your face, my thick glutes flexing and arching up against your crotch… my brain panics as I have felt that crotch just 12 hours previous as you rub it and can feel your thickening rod between my glutes still sore… as I start to struggle, your legs lock me in a grapevine and my crotch is spread wide, my thick crotch clearly showing a half hardon as my struggling just makes it worse… never been in this position my entire wrestling career….I slap at your side giving you the reversal and the hold…. Coach whistles and announces ‘2 for reversal and near fall to Mark” as the students for you whistle and clap and point to the team captain embarrassingly exposed as you keep the hold a few moments after the whistle making your point to everyone here…
Markmuscles: Flex the grapevine forcing you into a full split forcing you to arch against my groin "you are a kinky bitch aren't you?" I whisper before releasing the hold. As you start to sit up I let my calf flex against your swelling bulge as I stand.
WrestlemeJack: After making sure I have been humiliated with a bitch hold, you tell me I am a kinky bitch as you release me and roll me off you but make sure to drag ur leg and calf over my cock making it shudder and grow in my singlet.... as the coach blows the whistle and you slow get into the referee position making a show of it as you do...., your ass half exposed, jock straps hanging loose and the students yelling your name and whistling now as the coach looking nervous as I stand and look at the coach who gives me a WTF look.... look down at your arched up ass ready to try this last attempt to take this back...
Markmuscles: I purposely arch my ass up in the ref position, making my singlet creep up more guys giving me looks but can't say anything without the obvious "Why you checking out my ass?" trap. You try avoid touching my ass as you kneel, but I feel your growing bone against me "Might let you top next time we hang out Jacky" I taunt as you wrap your arm around my waist. Feel myself in your predicament of distraction as your hand settles cautiously over my core. Get back at you wriggling my ass pretending to get in better position as our singlets slide against each other... "Think you might finally be the one scoring?"
WrestlemeJack: I suck in deep as i get to one knee beside you most important set of my life.... but your ass making a show of getting your knees squared and in the right position while telling me in low voice that there might be a next time for you and I.... "Fuck you Mark" I say as I start to grab your wrist.... "this'll be the last time you get near me you bitch" but my growing cock is putting the lie to that.... 'your not fucking stealing my position like this" as my hand slides under you gripping your ab core and feeling your now full throttled boner brush my hand..... as our hips touch the coach blows the whistle.
Markmuscles: I take a spin on your approach from all fours, I reach up grabbing your wrist resting against my abs and pull my arm that your holding up to my chest as I lower my head to the mat, FLEX my wedgied ass against your boner banking on getting you hot and bothered as I push up with my feet and turn my upper body hoping to buck you off. Yt
WrestlemeJack: You take a page from my training and roll into me holding my arm wrapped around you as you press your ass into my crotch forcing me up... NOT from my training when you force my hand to rub over your cock that is now fully hard inside your singlet which the Coach catches..... as I feel it I shudder and lose my balance and fall back landing on my back with you on top of me.. I arch up slamming my crotch into your molded ass and roll you off me.... Coach shouts '2 points Jack for reversal, 1 point Mark for Jack's illegal hold' as i he motions to his crotch... you smirk at that last call as I get to the standing position... some of my team looking disappointed...yt.
Markmuscles: Can't help crying out in shock when your thick bone thrusts up against my ass, I quickly roll off you with a surprised look at you "didn't expect that Jacky" shaking a finger as if you'd been a bad boy. Pull my singlet out of my ass as our last round had turned it into a thong as I jog to the center of the mat. Give you a playful tap aside your head, see you sweating a good deal "Feelin' alright? You look wet enough to slip in...on" Wink at you and bounce on my toes making my obscene boner bounce in the skintight pouch yt
WrestlemeJack: Hear the coach in the background saying ‘Mark 5, Jack 2..... lets wrap this up fellas” he says in his neutral voice but can tell he is pissed as his star jock not cleaning up here... as I stand ring center…. Your in front of me all cocky and sure and your big dick bouncing in your skimpy singlet.. telling me I look wet…. As see your cock bouncing as your all sure… my own cock filling my team singlet…. My team mates muttering…. Visions of the practice nite before flicking through my brain as your big boner bounces in front of me… I put my arms up to lock in.. going for the pin... as you lean in to grip my shoulder, I grab your hair and flex my right bicep and slam your cocky face into it.. rub it over my 18 inch gun… “I am the man here bitch” I shout loosing it some… then slam a knee into that obscene bouncing cock of yours that had me last nite….as you fold forwards, I grip you between the crotch and lift you grabbing your ass globes and BAMMMMMM slam you to the canvas as the whistles are all blowing… I land a stomp to your gut as you roll on the mat…. Feel hands grabbing at me pulling me off you…. ‘this is my slot Bitch” I yell as the coach runs up to see how you are as my team mates grip my singlet keeping me back…
Markmuscles: Cocky grin on my face as I go in to lock up, but you suddenly just snap... BASH my face to your boulder bicep stuns me while you rub my face over your bicep, my vision flashes white when your knee crushes my boner, crumbling to my knees but you catch me, crotchlifting me with a solid grip on my ass, WHAM my back spikes the mat so fucking hard I'm winded and punch drunk not even hearing the whistles when your foot POUNDS my abs getting a sick groan as I curl up in fetal position holding my splitting head together.
WrestlemeJack: Assistant coaches all around you as they make sure you are OK as your groaning in fetal till they get you to you to your ass… Your hands still clutching your abs and your crotch... your thick muscles pumped and quivering from the pain or may be your acting.. not putting anything past you…. The Coach gives me a disappointed nod and points to the lockeroom doors to the squad as they pull me away, my singlet not hiding my 8.5 inch uncut Woodie from him… “its him Coach, all his fault” I whimper to him as I am drug off, see the coach helping you to your feet as I get to the doors… handing you the new team singlet as you get to your feet.. but see you looking at me as I am drug through the door...
Markmuscles: I watch you get dragged off screaming blame at me. Got what I want with a huge smile, "Thanks Coach!" As I look at the official singlet...then the finally receding pain from my balls remind me, you still have to be punished for that little stunt. "Shouldn't have gone out like a sorry bitch Jacky."
I walk back to the lockers, still nursing my back from that slam, nausea calming from your low blow. Secure now that my spot is cemented on the team, one last thing to put the nail in Jack's coffin. Pull out my cell phone from my locker just as I hear you slam the door to the equipment/laundry room. "Dropping off your old uniform Jacky?" You snarl and come at me ready to finish what you started until I hold up my phone for you to see the screen. Right there in fantasticallly well lit video, is the back of your head turning back and forth, moaning like a schoolgirl for....camera view turns, to see my face with a satisfied grin and lusty glaze in my eyes, blow a kiss to the camera and pan down my chest, to cobblestone abs and big reveal dramatic music my dick beating your hole like it owed money, and your voice clear as a bell, moaning, pleading with me to fuck your ass. The video shows me pulling you up, back to my chest and a deep scorching hot kiss just as my phone dings "upload complete" flashes on the screen. "This could have been a lot less painful Jacky, but you just couldn't help yourself and attack my boner? that couldn't go unpunished Jacky." Phones and tablets start buzzing and chiming in the lockers as you stand there with growing terror on your face frozen in shock. I grab you by the throat and kiss you hard before shoving you back hard into a row of lockers and soccer kick you in the groin, "welcome to hell" I grumble before exiting....END
