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As I torqued Brian’s arm behind him he screamed in pain. It wouldn’t be long before he tapped, and I wanted to show him who was the better wrestler. I’d heard his trash talk for too long after our last match.

“I GIVE! I GIVE!” he hollered tapping his hand on the mat. I leaned my weight on his muscular back and put my lips next to his ear, not yet releasing his arm from my grasp. My right knee was pressed hard into his pink Speedo clad ass.

“I give WHAT?”

“FUCK YOU!” Brian snapped, his face pressed into the mat, the corner of one eye looking in my direction. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh MAN! I SAID I GIVE!”

“I give WHAT?” I repeated, a smirk running across my face, “you know the word I’m looking for.”

Brian sighed then groaned in pain. He was squirming but it was evident to both of us that he was only prolonging his agony. A tear formed in the corner of his eye. While I felt bad, I only had to remind myself of what he messaged me earlier that week. He said that I wrestled like a girl. Not only that, but he compared my defensive postures to that of a turtle.

While I had laughed at the string of turtle emojis he used to tease me, I also warned him that he was going to unleash a shit storm of my fury.

I wasn’t joking.

Brian tried to squirm some more but the pain must have been unbearable. “I….give……….” he gasped, not letting that last word out…

“YES?!’ I said in anticipation.

“I give….sir….” he whimpered.

I thought about making him say it louder, but it was only the two of us. If we had an audience I may have made him shout it. But I had what I wanted. I released his arm. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I chided.

Brian rolled on his back, staring at me while he extended his arm in the air, reaching to his shoulder blade with his other hand massaging himself, trying to release the tendons and muscles I just put through hell.

More importantly - he had fallen silent. This muscular man who had anything and everything to say to me since our last match – which ended in a draw – was now silent! No more taunts. No more jeers.

Brian didn’t even win the last match. That’s why he was still in the Gary Marjdell brand pink pouch Speedo that I had bought for him and will force him to wear until he does defeat me. But I suspect he will continue to wear this humiliating baby pink Speedo for quite some time. He has never beaten me, after all, in the five years since our very first match.

Yet a measly draw a few weeks ago elicited so much trash talk you would have thought he won the Super Bowl.

And I was dominating today. I had three straight subs on him, counting this last one. Under our 5-minute rule (and the fact that I had called “booster” after my last sub) we set the timer on his Smartphone for 9 minutes. (For a description of the 5 minute rule match see https://www.meetfighters.com/briansp.blog/2015-08-08.) In short, I now had 9 more minutes to work Brian’s cock and balls - in this “first to cum loses” match. I had already worked them in the two previous falls for a total of 12 minutes. So this next nine minutes meant that I will have been sucking, licking and massaging his package for 21 total minutes today so far!

“Ready?” Brian asked cryptically. “I’m starting the timer now,” he meekly said.

I climbed on top of him 69 style, so my own heel black Speedo clad ass was forced into Brian’s chin, my pouched cock resting on his Adam’s apple. I used my fingers to delicately stroke the outside of his Speedo from under his balls to the tip of his knob. During the last fall he had gone a little soft from the exertion related to our intense struggle, and before I really started to edge him I wanted him rock hard.

It didn’t take long. He moaned ever so softly as I lightly tickled him, his dick quickly growing under the soft, tight nylon. His left leg extended while his right knee was bent with the heel of his bare foot up against his ass. My index finger traced a line following the seam of his Speedo along his inner thigh, causing him to shudder and to extend his right leg too, curling his toes. I felt his heartbeat and breathing pick up under my body.

“You like that don’t you?” I sneered, just beginning to edge him. I didn’t plan on finishing him off this fall. Maybe I would in the next. I wanted to prolong our match – dominating and humiliating him.

When Brian can’t take the edging any longer and wants me to finish him off he puts the soles of his bare feet on my legs and rubs them. That’s his signal that he’s done and he wants to cum. He usually vocalizes a desire to cum as well. I thought I was going to get it soon, but I wasn’t going to finish him until he did just that.

My strategy involves some element of risk since he might sub me on the next fall and have the ability to work me - possibly finishing me off so that I end up losing. But I didn’t care.

You have to understand that Brian wants nothing more than to defeat me. After five long years he craves a victory. He is athletic and very competitive. He defeats many others on this website. But not me. I neutralize his strength with a combination of my own strength and superior wrestling skills, as well as knowing his erotic hot points. He always melts in my grasp.

Believe me when I tell you that Brian badly wants to take my cum in his mouth and kiss it back to me, as I have to him almost a dozen times. If, after all the trash talk he dished out over the course of the last several weeks he still surrenders – well – that would validate my dominance. My plan includes edging him til the room spinned - forcing him to surrender. After which I could force feed my dick to him, exploding my man juices in his mouth, then finish him off by kissing his cum back to him on top of my own. THAT’S TOTAL DOMINANCE AND HUMILIATION, and I was on track to accomplish my plan.

His member had grown to the point where his knob peeked out over the Speedo’s waistband. I started to lick it, flickering my tongue quickly against his sensitive frenulum. His body jumped and he let out a very audible sigh. “Ooooommmmm” he moaned, his toes spreading then curling, his knob turning red with the influx of blood flow. “STOP! Oh my God PLEASE STOP!” he cried. When he does that I know he feels that he’s closing in on the point of no return.

With that I pulled down his Speedo and enveloped his member in my warm, moist mouth, my tongue pressing up against the underside of his rock hard on. “OH GEEZ!” Brian gasped, his body squirming. I could taste the precum leaking out of his knob. I alternated this with some wanking and ball tickling for a few minutes. When his body shuddered I pulled up his Speedo and put his cock back in it.

“You bastard!” he gasped between heavy breathing.

“Ohhhh, I’ve just begun Brian!” I teased.

The clock still read 1:30 left in this torture session. Brian was successfully edged so all I wanted to do at this point was some light massaging around his Speedo just to keep him hard. So that’s what I did until the buzzer sounded – and to my delight he moaned and jumped around like a Mexican jumping bean the entire time.

As Brian got back to his feet on the mat I could tell that he was shaky. He had a big precum stain on his pink Speedo, his bulge apparent, and his eyes looked halfway closed and glassy. He was about to lose yet again! I could smell the victory now – and I wanted to enjoy every last second of it.

“I’m not done yet,” Brian warned, circling me on the mat.

“Talk to the hand mister!” I replied - placing my open palm up against his sweaty forehead, mocking him with a smirk.

We locked arms again in a tussle, Brian was surprisingly alert and aggressive. He tackled me, my back on the mat, trying his best to impose a paintbrush arm bar on me – and he nearly got it! At the same time he was trying to mount me, but sensing his maneuver I instead was able to half guard him and quickly throw my weight to his left side, rolling him. As I did this I grabbed his wrist and imposed a mean fujiwara arm bar – similar to the hold that I had subbed him with minutes ago.

“GOTCHA!” I yelled, forcing his elbow into an unnatural position.

“NO! NO! NO!” he screamed, flipping around trying to dislodge his arm from my hold.

Brian always gets really sweaty during our matches, which causes me to lose my grip – which I did as he struggled free. He scrambled quickly to his feet but I swept his legs with mine causing him to fall violently down on the mat. I pounced on him placing a hard headlock on his ear and jaw, squeezing with all my might.

“AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUU” I heard Brian’s muffled yell, as he was trying to get away, his bare feet stomping on the mat. I rotated 90 degrees to his body and applied more pressure. “RRRRRRRRRRR” he roared, but his body stopped resisting. I had him! He tapped.

“SHIT!” he screamed, lying on the mat. I walked on my knees over to my fallen victim, I grabbed his Speedo with both hands and pulled it off him, his rock hard cock bouncing off his belly as I did. Grabbing my Smartphone I sprung to my feet to take a selfie of me flexing over him, my toes squishing into his package.

“Har Har!” Brian sarcastically moaned at my obvious glee.

“Oh, you know that MORE IS COMING!” I said. I flopped down on top of him, locking on a passionate kiss while reaching down to massage his balls some more. That’s when I he gave me the soles of his feet. Brian surrendered! I love feeling the soft underside of Brian’s bare feet rubbing my powerful calves. It gives me a hard on. We kissed some more. I put my nose right on his, my eyes centimeters from his. “No more taunts. No more jeers. No more turtles!”

He didn’t answer. I let out my evil cackle that he hates.

Brian’s surrender meant I didn’t have to make him cum first in order for me to claim the victory. I stood up, and pulled him by his mop of wavy dark hair to his knees. He knew what to expect, as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I lowered my Speedo, pulled myself out and inserted my now super hard member beyond his lips, thrusting my hips back and forth. I felt his warm moist, mouth take me in as his hands grabbed my ass helping me thrust.

It wouldn’t be long.

“You are my BOY TOY!” I happily pronounced. He opened one eye to look up at me, continuing a great blowjob. Brian’s had a lot of practice blowing me with all of my wins over the years. He moved his tongue around my cock and balls just as I like it. Within a few minutes I felt myself near.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” I moaned – as I neared my wonderful climax I pulled Brian's head close so my hot gushing load would squirt deep into his throat. I wanted him to swallow every last drop of me. "AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I exhaled as I unloaded into him, his tongue pressing against my member in a sad attempt to quell the inevitable. He made a face like one would make while tasting a lemon, as some of my man juice squirted out the side of his mouth, dripping down his chin as I continued my last few ecstatic thrusts. At last, I heard him gulp down my wad.

His facial expression said it all. My muscular boy toy was NOT happy!

Feeling nice and relaxed, it was time for the coup de grace. I shoved Brian’s wonderfully muscular chest, forcing him down on the mat again. He didn’t resist. All of the erotic work had kept him fully aroused, which is just what I wanted. I climbed on top of my naked victim again, wrapping my mouth and tongue around his dick, while lightly stroking the underside of his balls.

I spit on my fingers to lube them up, and played with his hole and the underside of his balls while alternating wanking and sucking him. His legs kicked slowly and his body squirmed as he let out grunts and moans.

I aggressively went at him now, and heard his breathing get shallow.

“I’m near!” he gasped, but he didn’t have to tell me. My tongue stroked the underside of his dick as he let out a roar. I felt the orgasmic pulses wave through his body and felt his hot gushing load squirt into my mouth. I kept sucking til it tickled him. He squirmed and laughed, “PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!” he hollered.

Now for the best part. I turned around, straddling him, inserting my index finger into his mouth, prying it open. I went in for the cum kiss, transferring his entire load from my mouth to his. His man juices caused him to cough and gurgle, but I kept pushing them deep down his throat with my tongue. He squirmed and kicked, protesting with grunts indicating he didn’t like taking his agreed upon punishment.

I heard him swallow again – GULP! Even so, more man juice squirted out the side of his mouth – but I wanted the full effect. Taking my index and middle fingers I scooped it up and made him swallow some more. His protein shake mix of his juice on top of mine was now complete.

He squeezed his eyes closed, puckered his lips, and shook his head in dissatisfaction.

Boy was that fun! I was the victor again. I dominated him. I humiliated him. I am the champion AGAIN!

And best of all, my good buddy Brian will have to wear the pink pouch Speedo for our next match! I’ll be back in heel black, ready to kick his ass – this time in a ring.

I can’t wait to tie him up in the ropes.