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I met him through global - he was a bit older than me but I thought from his description he'd be fun. We met outside the hotel - he had a full head of greying hair and deep blue eyes. I thought - "I'm going to OWN this guy". We entered the room, closed the drapes and stripped out of our clothes and into our speedos. Mine was a royal blue and his heel black.

We introduced ourselves. He is bdsubmit on the wrestling sites - but for privacy purposes I'll call him "BD" here. I noticed that despite his age he had a muscular, rock hard body. I was excited to get this match on.

While adjusting myself to get my cock positioned just right, BD stood toe to toe with me, cupping my balls with one of his large hands, running his fingers along the seam of my speedo. It felt great, but I slapped his hand away - "No touching the merchandise!" I said forcefully.

Without any notice that we were starting the match, he pushed me down on the bed and jumped on top of me. "CHEATER!" I yelled. An evil grin formed on his face as he quickly mounted me, wrapping his legs around the outside of mine. Since my powerful legs are my best weapon, I realized that he had neutralized me. I tried to escape by using my huge shoulder muscles to push him off, however BD was surprisingly strong. When I extended my arms with my hands on his shoulders he grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands down into the mattress, my arms now helplessly trapped and extended over my head.

"You're no match for me!" BD chortled, pressing his nose against mine, his deep blue eyes staring at me point blank. He had me in a grapevine, frottaging me with his package. As he spread his legs out, it strained my hamstrings causing me to grunt in pain, but the feel of our nylon speedos grinding against one another made us both hard. I was clearly tenting my speedo which caused him to grin even more. I sweat easily, and the hot grinding action made our bodies slippery.

As he continued to grind our packages, I struggled to free myself. Suddenly BD pressed his lips into mine, holding the kiss long enough that I had trouble breathing. "mmmmmmmggggaaaaaaaahhhhhhh" I objected, squirming and kicking, but BD locked the kiss on, his tongue flickering seductively against mine. He held the kiss a long time in an attempt to deprive me of oxygen and make me easier to defeat.

I arched my back and turned my torso to try to flip him off me but BD anticipated the move. He quickly rolled underneath me so that my back was on his torso at a 45 degree angle which allowed him to simultaneously wrap his left arm around my neck, immobilize my left leg with both of his which he locked around it, leaving my right leg dangling free but unable to get any traction. BD shot his right arm between my legs, brushing my ass as his hand grabbed my package, aggressively exploring me.

"Remember Brian - this is a first to cum loses match," he reminded. In the past several weeks leading up to our meeting we had laid out the ground rules and stakes via chat messaging. Nothing was said about how the match would begin - which was my mistake. So here I was, with my opponent massaging my cock and balls, going after my cum. I had to figure out a way to turn the tables but this guy was a lot more powerful than he looked. My prospects didn't look good.

"oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh" I moaned, my toes curling in pleasure as BD wiped his hand on my very sweaty torso then reached into my speedo to work my cock and balls. Occasionally he'd also lick his fingers or spit a wad directly onto my dick to increase the lubrication, but it wasn't long before my precum gave him all the lube he needed.

My body quivered and I gasped when he used the tips of his fingers to stroke and squeeze my precum over my knob. He stroked me all the way down to a sensitive spot under my balls down to my ass. "You're going to be my BIG MUSCLE BOY TOY!" BD exclaimed. I was enveloped in his grasp and couldn't escape, like the antelope slowly losing energy in the lion's jaw. He was having his way with me - and he was VERY good at it. I closed my eyes - almost involuntarily - as the pleasurable feelings took over.

"You never...even gave me...a chance...to wrestle..." I moaned, feeling myself getting closer to the point of no return. It wasn't going to be long now. I felt my body relax and give in to the pleasure. BD must have felt me relax too as he quickly sprang to his knees while using his powerful arms and back muscles to lift me up and over his head, flipping me onto my back again.

No sooner had I bounced on the mattress was he on top of me again, this time in a 69 position. BD wrapped his legs around my head in a figure four headlock, grinding his speedo clad hard-on into my muscular chest.

"AAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY" I wailed in pain as his legs crushed my skull. I knew my time was running out or I was definitely going to lose this match. That's when I felt his fingers search for my speedo's drawstring - he pulled at it, releasing my speedo, and he pushed it down to my ankles. I kicked off one foot so it was only around my right ankle as I didn't want my feet entangled it in so that I couldn't move freely.

It wouldn't matter. BD was in complete control. My hands were on his knees trying in vain to pry them off my ears and keep them from crushing my skull - but his leg lock was too strong. Even so, he had free access with his hands to continue his march toward victory.

"I give....I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!!!" I yelped hoping he would release me.

"What did you say?" he snickered, ignoring my pleas. "You want more?" And with that his legs applied even MORE excruciating pressure.

"NO! NO! NOOOOO!!!" I cried, my body squirming, my bare feet helplessly stomping on the mat.

He wanked me making my dick super hard. His stroke was masterful, starting at the base and moving up to my knob, giving its underside a squeeze, then lightly shaking my cock as he returned to my base, while both massaging and licking my balls the entire time.

"You'll enjoy this.." he said, laughing. I couldn't see what he intended to do to me as his ass was pressed up against my chin, forcing my head back just to be able to breathe.

Just as I was wondering what would happen next, I felt BD's lips wrap around my swollen cock, while his fingers gently stroked my balls causing them to harden and tense up - forcing my man juices into prime position for an explosion of epic proportions. His tongue was doing magical things - I moaned as I felt the first orgasmic waves pulsing through me to my member.

"I'm.....cummmm.....mmmming soon" I grunted. But he didn't stop sucking, licking and stroking. He just snickered evilly.

"I know!" He exclaimed in between his going in for the kill, "Soon you'll be mine!"

I felt my cum well up - I was trying to hold it in but I was past the point of no return - the feelings were too intense not to release.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN" I primevally grunted as I shot a huge load into his mouth and down his throat, which he happily took. But BD didn't stop - he sadistically kept sucking my cock til it tickled like hell! I was laughing and guffawing from the sensation - my whole body writhing and struggling to escape his grasp - my legs bicycling uncontrollably.

Apparently BD had done his research on me by chatting with others who I had wrestled before. They all told him that when I get a guy to cum I don't stop wanking as I know that tickles and I enjoy watching my victim laugh and squirm. Apparently they encouraged him to inflict that same punishment on me if he had the chance.

So he did.

Finally and mercifully, after I couldn't take any more - he stopped.

I laid there exhausted, breathing heavily. BD was still on top of me, playfully milking the final drops of my cum out my now deflating dick. Our sweaty bodies stuck together where our bare skin touched. I couldn't believe that the match ended this quickly and that I had lost so decisively. I had been thoroughly and completely humiliated.

BD slowly lifted himself off my naked, sweaty, exhausted, pleasured self, using his forearm to wipe the cum dripping from his lips.

"Now I get to enforce the stakes!" he exclaimed, untying his drawstring to a now very tented black speedo while smiling broadly in anticipation.

"Yes you do," I said, gasping for breath. "Yes you do."