Max lay on the floor of the wrestling mat, naked except for his wrestling thong. His wrists were each secured by a long stretchy rope tied to one of the posts at the end. The ropes terminated in a short, leather restraint that was securely fastened. His ankles were fastened similarly, at the other end of the ring, and he was stretched out like an X. He had lost to Xander. But it's more complicated than that. The night before, he had watched some of Xander's favorite wrestling videos with him. "This one, is my favorite," Xander said "And THIS is gonna happen to one of us tomorrow." It was a squash job. The jobber (was his name Beau?) had just been put in a full body stretch and submitted. Now, the winner (Lightning?) had Beau stretched out just the way Max was. He had undone Beau's shorts after he had played with him for a while: nipples, neck, lips, chin, and now, Lightning was jerking off Beau SLOWLY. "FUCK I love what he does to that poor boy." When he watched, Max was getting erect too. He began imagining doing that to Xander because Xander had promised that when they wrestled, he wouldn't work Max's nipples. He had kept his promise. And Max still lost. He had gone into the match cocky: Xander wasn't a wrestler. He had been too cocky. Xander HAD in fact started studying moves from the minute Max caught his eye and he learned Max had wrestled. So he knew SOMETHING. And, what Max learned, the hard way, was that he was extremely vulnerable to the body type Xander had: he had always wrestled guys who were sturdy, short and muscular: just like him: guys who were hard to knock down (but who were easy to KEEP down if you got them there). He hadn't wrestled someone who was six inches taller than he was, and forty pounds lighter. When Xander took a risk and dived between Max's ankles, tripping him up and hustling out of the way before Max could recover, it was over. Xander had wrapped himself around Max like some huge rubber band: his legs kept Max's well in place, and his arms wrapped around Max's torso and, every time Max exhaled, he tightened the grip. Max was losing: he knew it. He fought against Xander's grip, but it was unforgiving. Until he began to give. Max was solid enough so he could avoid being flipped on his back, and if he could just... hold out. But he was weakening. The constriction was draining his strength. Then he pushed HARD against Xander's arms, and they gave a little. A second time, and they gave a little more. The pushes though, had taken more of his strength than he wanted. It was a waiting game: could he hold out against Xander. Then his mind took over: did he want to?
Xander had known about Max's sensitive nipples, but he had also "discovered" how many nerve endings Max had in his ears and his neck, and he exploited each and every one of them. Max had been hard, continuously, since the weekend began. And Xander was voracious. His cock was always ready to plow into Max, and it did. Friday night. Saturday afternoon AND night, and now... here at the wrestling ring. If he were pinned, Xander would fuck him again. There hadn't been fucking in the video, just jerking off the jobber. Max could use a good hand job but... He felt Xander's hot breath along his ear, and he moaned. That provoked a small laugh from Xander "I'm gonna take you big guy. Gonna take you hard." Max shifted just enough for Xander to twist him to his back. "PIN!" He yelled. "I BEAT YA BIG GUY AND NOW... YOU'RE MINE." Xander had stretched Max into his current position and then he walked off. He was getting what he called was his "portable bag of toys." Max could hear his footsteps coming back into the ring area. He could get up his head enough to see: Xander had shucked his clothes, and his dick stuck out in front of him, hard and dripping a little.
"BIG MAX" Xander called out as he got in the rink, smiling. He opened the bag and rooted around in it a little. "You know, if I had ya like this all the time, I would be a happy man." He gently twisted one of Max's nipples, and Max groaned. "I had NO FUCKING IDEA you could wrestle that well." He felt Xander's fingers go up to his other nipple and he sucked in air. "I don't wrestle as well as I fuck, but it did the trick. Now... I've got you here. " He bent down to kiss Max, who pulled his face away. "As you will stud." Xander pushed his chin into the space Max created on the side of his head, as Max thought "THAT was REALLY stupid of me," exposing his neck and ear - two hot spots - while Xander was working another one. "Gonna gimme your ass, Max?" "NO. You're gonna take it. " "Well, yeah, I will, but there's more at stake here, muffin" "What's at stake?" Xander laughed and whispered "your submission. You're gonna submit to me today." "FUCK NO!" Max pushed at the ropes hard, and got his nipples pinched strongly. He fell back on the mat. "THAT WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL, YOU BASTARD." "Oh well, sue me. Ha ha." Xander dropped his mouth to one of Max's nipples and sucked at it. "These taste so good, stud. Meaty. And sweet. Like you." He moved his mouth up and began gently chewing on Max's chin. THAT was a hot spot Max didn't even know he had. Xander found it. Max closed his eyes. He forgot about what was at stake for a minute because... the chewing was making him even harder, and he was very hard, as Xander noted. "Let's get you out of this thong stud. Let that boy breathe freely." There was a zipper on the side of the wrestling thong, and Xander released it. Now, Max was totally naked too, and his cock shot out in front of him. "Such a beautiful cock. Gonna be proud to own it." "NO! NO WAY..." Max fought to sit up again and had his nipples worked till he fell back. "Maxster, this is how it's gonna go. I'm gonna work on you until I hear those magic words. And then... your life is gonna have some big changes, stud." Max thought about that. His life ALREADY had big changes: Xander was fucking him at least four times a week. He was tied up a lot. He was horny ALL the time, wondering what Xander was gonna do to him. But being a sub... surrendering.... "Do... Do I get to fuck anyone if I submit?" Xander laughed. He lay down beside Max for a minute and twirled his finger in his navel. "Now THAT is a good question Maximum Max. I think I may be able to let you screw Josh once in a while, but only if I'm screwing you." He grinned. "It'd be funny to make a sandwich where you're on the bottom and Josh is in the middle. "THAT'S NOT HAPPENING." Max yelled again. "NOW LET ME THE HELL GO." "Oh, I'm just starting Max. Just starting. " Xander reached into the bag, and pulled out a set of clamps. He didn't use them often: he didn't have to. He just wanted Max to know he had them. Then he pulled out a pair of gloves. Max saw that they had little projections all over them. "These... stud... These allow me to know just how much stubble is on that glorious chest of yours." Xander ran a glove over Max's chest, and woke up any nerves that were still sleeping. "Know what they do to the tips of your tits?" Then Max found out. He gave out a high pitched scream, and then nearly fainted from the overwhelming sensation. "I think they're a hit, Max. But you know what they're REALLY good at.... " Xander took Max's balls in one hand. The little pin tips set Max's balls on fire. "OH SHIT. OH FUCK. AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" "So you don't wanna submit Max?" "NO. I'll bottom but... No submission. " "Think of what these could do to your feet, stud." "OH SHIT" slipped out of Max's mouth. "YOU FUCKING WOULDN'T" Xander laughed. "Nah, not today. But think about having a variant in your work shoes. Feeling them on your soles all day. " He slipped the gloves off, and pushed them to the side. "Your ankles are still locked down Max, but... I can get under there." Max felt one of Xander's thick fingers circling his asshole. "Marks the spot stud. MY spot." Max knew he was right. NO ONE had been in there since coach... so many years ago, and then Xander had justs marched in and took charge. It WAS his. "PLEASE. PLEASE XANDER. I'll bottom for you but... don't make me submit." The finger began running back and forth over the space between Max's ass and his balls. "Oh, having you as a sub is a dream come true, Max. Hearing you call me Sir. Having your mouth around my cock when my cock isn't in your ass. Seeing that beautiful body tied in one of my chairs.. MMMM" GOD. I'm dripping even more. You better submit soon." "Sir Xander." He thought about it. It sounded.... right. But... While he was thinking about it, he felt Xander's tongue enter his ear. Xander licked and then whispered... "Submit" right before he went for a nipple. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" please NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Xander sat up on Max's chest. He had his nips again. "You know you want it. You want someone who's not afraid of your arrogant bullshit, who'll take you on and put you in your place: tied in a chair or underneath him in bed. " He looked at Max. "Now, I KNOW if I get my tongue in your mouth, you're gonna surrender so easily so..." He began bending down toward Max. Max twisted as much as he could. He felt Xander's hand reach behind and squeeze his cock. "BE STILL. Or lose these." Max gulped. He knew it was inevitable. He felt Xander's lips touch his and his own lips opened. Xander's tongue began to probe. He was a superb kisser. Max knew that. Today, with all of his nerve endings on fire, and Xander's knee planted firmly between Max's legs, his fingers on the notorious glass tits.... Max wanted to stop struggling. He wanted to just hold Xander, and not let him go. "Whaddya say big guy?" Xander had pulled out his tongue and was sitting on Max's torso again, gently toying with his nips. "Want another round?" "No... No.... I give. I submit. " Xander smiled. "You're gonna be my sub?" "Yes. Yes sir. Yes. I'm Sir Xander's sub." Xander smiled bigger than Max had ever seen him smile. "I conquered you. I fucking conquered the giant. NO ONE thought you could be broken." "You did Sir. You're the champ. You won. " "And I'm gonna take my prize. " "YES SIR. It's my prize too." Xander grinned as he got to work opening the ankle restraints. He bent Max's knees and aimed his already alarmingly hard cock at Max's ass. "This is just the beginning stud." His cockhead entered Max, who moaned. "OH YES. OH YES. FUCK ME MASTER FUCK ME. " Xander moved in, little by little. He moved slowly because he wanted to enjoy this. But also... he hadn't thought this out. Now he was max's DOM. What did that mean? He had never been a DOM before? The thought of his new position got Xander more excited, and Max yelped as his Master's cock got fatter. "FUCK YOU'VE NEVER BEEN THAT BIG." "I may have to gag you stud. I didn't ask for your opinion." "No Sir. Sorry Sir. OH SHIT." Xander slid more of his cock into max. "I can't wait to be fucking this sweet ass every day. I can't wait until people know: max is off the market. He belongs to.... ME" Then he shoved ALL the way in. He had other plans for max that Sunday afternoon, and he didn't have to change them. The whole "air" around them would change. "Call me SIR stud. I wanna hear it from your lips." "Yes Sir. Sir Xander. My Master. My TOPMAN.. OOOOOOOOOOH that cock Sir.." Xander had begun thrusting and max's ass was responding. Both men realized what had happened and they both felt different about the sex, and Xander began pumping harder and harder. max closed his eyes. He was... a sub. He belonged to a man. He didn't know what that meant. Maybe... maybe Josh could help him. Would he ever have his cock in Josh, or someone else again? Dare he have second thoughts about this? max felt the gush of Xander's jizz filling his ass. As it did, Xander smiled and flicked the tip of max's hard cock. It was all it took. max shot. He was covered with his own jizz as Xander pulled out. Xander smiled. "You're gonna make a GREAT sub, stud. You always had the potential. Just needed someone to unlock it." He smiled. "And you'll behave, or you'll get locked in another way, big man. " max gulped. He had seen the cock cage in Xander's apartment and Xander had threatened him with it. He had just never used it. "Let's get ourselves together. I wanna get home. I wanna do more than have sex. I wanna make love with my boy." "Yes sir." was max's reply. Half hour later, as they walked out of the gym, max in his leather jacket and t shirt, Xander in a turtleneck and a peacoat, most people would have guessed wrong if you asked who was the DOM and who was the sub. THAT was PRECISELY what Xander wanted.