Jason

Chapter 2

We started standing up, circling each other (I have a large square-shaped living room, with not too much breakable in it, so we had plenty of room to fight). I lunged forward, grabbing for Jason. He stepped back quickly, then lunged toward me. We circled again, before he lunged again, his shoulder ramming into my chest and his one free arm around my lower back, taking me down.

Once we were on the ground we were about evenly matched. Jason was quicker and stronger, and knew more about wrestling than I did, but he had only one hand free. All I had was my wits. And my plan. And Jason's tied-up arm.

So whenever Jason made a move to grab me, or turn me over, or get me in a hammerlock or half nelson, he suddenly found that he was missing leverage or couldn't prevent me from slipping out from under his grasp. He missed his tied-up hand; without it he had trouble controlling me.

I, on the other hand, knew less about wrestling, and was slower and not as strong, but had both hands free. I could do what few moves I remembered from high school wrestling. Only Jason's superior strength and speed kept him from harm's way.

So we wrestled back and forth, first him on top than me. I was getting mildly turned on, with his hot, sweaty chest slipping over mine, or my grabbing his chest or firm leg, or slipping an arm along his calf or between his thighs, fighting for leverage to turn him over. So far it was just man-to-man fun. I carefully kept away from anything as blatant as grabbing his balls, or tweaking his tits, much as they needed tweaking.

And so we fought back and forth for a while, first him in control, then me, then him again. Mostly we stayed on the floor, on our knees, or on top of the other. We didn't have a ref to call rounds, or to let us stop and catch our breath. I'd better act soon, I thought. So, after Jason had tried a particularly twisting and painful move on me, which I had barely escaped, I had to ask, "How do we know when to stop fighting?"

While Jason was pondering this, I made my own move to grab Jason and pin him. Jason held me off long enough to say, "When one of us gives up, or says 'Uncle' or 'You win,' or we both get tired. But I'll be fucked if I'M going to get tired before you do or you give up." I almost laughed out loud as I thought to myself, "And pretty soon, you WILL get fucked!"

About that time Jason had me on my back, his bare chest pressed into mine (I felt a stirring in my loins, as they say, as this hot young man's bare, smooth chest slithered and slipped across mine). Jason's free arm was under my legs, pressing my back into the rug, trying for a pin. But he couldn't hold me like that since he didn't have his other arm to use on my neck. I slid out from under him. As we faced each other, on our knees, I asked another question, "And just what happens if you win?"

"That's easy," Jason said, moving in quickly and grabbing for my shoulders (well, really "shoulder," since he could only use one hand). "I haven't gotten laid since I've started working. I'm going to fuck my brains out. And YOU'RE the lucky lady I'm going to fuck." He didn't LOOK gay; maybe he was one of those straight guys who thinks if he's the one doing the fucking, it's okay. Well, HE'D never be finding it out on me, that's for sure. Or maybe he was a gay top. Nah-he didn't look like a top. Maybe it was bravura, daring me to take him down.

Again I twisted out of his grip. "And if you lose?" I asked, as I grabbed his free arm and tried to twist it behind him.

"I'M not going to lose," Jason grunted, trying to stave off MY attack.

"I think I'm just going to have to teach you some manners," I said to him, beginning another attack. "WHEN I win," I added. I pushed my body into Jason's, pushing him onto his back. I grabbed for his legs, but he was too quick for me. But he moved the way I expected him to. And wanted him to. Jason had turned me over onto my back. Once again Jason's smooth chest flat against mine. Hmm, not such a bad position! Again Jason tried to pin me. It was time, I decided, to make my move.

While Jason was trying to grab my legs, I reached over his head and took hold of his LEFT wrist, the one tied behind his back. Bracing my armpit on Jason's forehead, I began pulling upward. I used the leverage to pull myself out from under Jason. There was not much he could do about it. He couldn't move his wrist, his other arm was under my legs, and the pain was starting to build in his elbow and shoulder as I pulled his wrist higher and higher.

"Hey!" Jason yelled. "That's not fair!" I was bending back his tied-up arm towards his shoulder, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

"Just because YOU can't use the arm tied behind your back doesn't mean that I can't," I said, grinning. But Jason couldn't see my face since by that time HE was flat on his stomach and I had most of my weight on his back as I pushed his wrist yet higher. I could feel Jason straining beneath me as I bent his arm upward into an almost impossibly high angle. Surely he had to be in considerable pain, the way he was struggling and the way his arm was bent. Good!

Jason put his right hand on the floor and tried doing sort of a one-handed pushup, to get out from under me and get rid of my painful grip on his left arm. That didn't work. Then he tried reaching OVER his shoulder, trying to grab some part of me, or push me off him, anything so I'd ease up on his wrist. THAT didn't work either.

Now Jason made his second mistake of the evening. He bent his right arm and reached UNDERHAND behind his back, to where he could possibly grab my arm or get some sort of leverage to push out from under me. That was what I'd been waiting for since we'd started wrestling. Quick as a wink I let go of Jason's left arm-THAT one wasn't going anywhere, tied as it was-and grabbed Jason's RIGHT wrist in a hammerlock.

Jason struggled, and cursed, and cursed some more as he tried to get his right arm free. He almost succeeded, he was that strong and desperate, but since all he could do was buck his hips, and try to kick me (he couldn't do both at the same time), and try to twist, he could not get me off him, and couldn't free his untied wrist.

I pushed Jason's right wrist higher and higher behind him until Jason cried out, "Fuck! That hurts! Go easy, man." I did not let up, though. Instead, I decided his wrist was high enough that I could hold it there with one hand. With my other hand I undid a couple of knots of the harness around Jason's shoulders, just as I'd planned when I tied the harness. I suddenly had enough rope to tie Jason's SECOND wrist behind his back. Now Jason was MY prisoner.

I sat on Jason's back, surveying my handiwork. And my prisoner. Jason laid there, gasping like a fish out of water, a fish that knew it had been bested. "What now?" Jason gasped at me. If he could feel my cock stirring beneath me, against his back, he'd KNOW what now!

"Now I wait for you to say I win," I replied. Jason just laid there, catching his breath. I knew I could cause him more pain, but decided there had to be an easier way. Or at least a more fun way-fun for me, that is!

I moved so I was straddling his back. Then I poked him in the side. Jason jumped and cried out. "So, you're ticklish," I exclaimed. "Let's just see how ticklish you are." With that I attacked Jason's sides and underarms, and even reached around to run my fingers across his belly. Jason writhed and tried to buck me off and laughed as I tickled him and cursed me. I just stayed on his back and tickled away.

"You can stop me any time," I said. "All you have to say is that I win and that you're ready to submit to me. You need to be trained, boy, and I'm just waiting for you to agree" With that I attacked Jason again, running my fingers up and down his sides, poking his belly, even tweaking his tits a couple of times as he tried turning onto his side to escape my probing fingers.

Jason laughed and cursed and gasped and cursed some more as I kept tickling him. If he thought anything of my calling him "boy," he didn't say. Hell, maybe I wouldn't be the first one whose boy he'd be. Finally, after a fit of laughing so hard he started coughing-I let up so he could catch his breath-he said, "I give! You win! Stop tickling me!"

I said, "Are you ready to submit?" Jason didn't say anything for a moment, so I poked him in the ribs. After he stopped jumping he finally replied, "Fuck you. Yeah, I give up. Do your worst."

"That I will," I said. "I'm ready to have fun, boy." Now that he was submitting, I could start setting the rules. The first was that Jason was the boy. Later I could teach him that I was the "sir." Or at least that's what he'd be calling me. Tonight. Tomorrow. Hell, for as long as he was living under my roof.

With that I pressed off of Jason's back and landed with most of my weight on the lower part of Jason's left thigh. As Jason groaned with pain, I had no trouble bending his knee up. I swung my body around so that I was straddling his bent knee. With Jason's hands tied, and his leg secure, he wasn't going anyplace. Jason struggled a little, trying to kick me with his one free foot. I ignored that-and his cursing mouth-as I untied his sneaker. I pulled it off, then pulled off his sock. I stuffed his sock into his sneaker, then tossed them both under a table and out of the way.

Jason struggled again as I contemplated how to capture his second leg. Finally I just stood up, then kneeled kind of hard on his ass-THAT got his attention-then worked my way down his leg until I could capture it and bend his knee and straddle it as I'd done with the other one. I went to work on his sneaker and shoe. Jason was now shirtless and barefoot. Oh, and his hands were tied behind his back. We can't forget that, can we?

Jason cursed me then, so I decided it was time to start his training. I smacked him on the ass, sort of hard, and said, "Shut up. From now on, you'll respect me. Or at least be civil to me. And you'll call me 'Sir.' And I will call you 'Jason.' Or 'boy.' And I'll tell you what to do, and you'll do it." I caught my breath, then said, "Understand, boy?"

Jason said, "Fuck you!" And he started struggling again, as best he could. I decided to hold off further comments until he realized how hopeless his condition was. So now the fun (for me, of course) could REALLY start.

I knelt next to Jason, who was still flat on his stomach. I tried to reach under him, to grab the waistband string of his sweat pants. Jason managed to scurry sideways, out of my grasp. So I straddled one thigh and again began poking under him for his waistband. Jason bucked and twisted, trying to escape, but couldn't do much with his arms tied. The way he was cursing me, I decided I should have gagged him as well. "There's time for that, too," I thought to myself. I noted, incidentally, that something rather stiff had rubbed against the back of my hand as I brushed across Jason's jock-strapped crotch hunting for that damn string. Maybe Jason was enjoying being tied up. Or at least being under my control.

I finally got hold of the string and got the knot undone. Then I reached back and somehow managed to undo the string and loosen the waistband on his sweats (well, actually I just held on and let Jason's struggles pull it loose). I now had slack to work with, and work with it I did.

I started sliding Jason's sweat pants down his hips. I soon saw the top of a very cute butt peaking out below the waistband of his jock strap. Jason struggled, then had the idea of spreading his legs to prevent me from pulling his sweat pants down further. THAT, however, left him open to attack in another way-I started running a finger up and down his now-exposed ass crack, poking the top of his balls on the down stroke, and tickling a few hairs at the top of his crack on the up stroke.

THAT got his attention, especially when I started poking harder at his balls. Jason tried to snap his legs shut to protect his ass. Wasn't HE playing the virgin well? I somehow suspected that I would not be the first to venture into that territory. Anyway, with his legs once again together I could pull his sweat pants down to his knees. When I got to his feet, to pull the pants off, Jason started kicking. "Don't," I ordered. I guess Jason thought of what might happen-regardless of what HE did he knew I'd be successful, so he subsided. I got his sweat pants off easily, folded them up, then tossed them aside.

Now Jason was dressed in but a jock strap. As he was on his stomach, all I could see was an ass, but quite a CUTE ass, as I've said. "It's time to get this off," I said, tugging at Jason's jock strap. Once again he started struggling. And cursing. I looked at him for a moment, then interrupted him with, "Shut up and stop struggling, boy. Otherwise I'm going to RIP this off and gag you with it."

Jason stopped struggling. I'm not sure if he realized how hopeless his position was, or he didn't want his jock strap ripped off him, or he didn't want to be gagged with it. Not everyone wants a smelly, sweaty jock strap shoved into his throat. Jason stopped struggling, and I soon had him buck naked, but on his stomach..

Jason rested, catching his breath from the wrestling, or maybe the sexual excitement, waiting to see what I'd do next. I surprised him again. I knelt next to him, then started spanking his ass. Rather hard. Jason started yelling again, but did not, I noticed, try to escape. If anything, he started wiggling his hips, either in enjoyment or because he was trying to arrange his hard on into a more comfortable position under him.

Jason's ass took on a pleasant red glow. I stopped spanking him, then stood up and went over to the table. Jason watched my every move, but made no effort to move. He watched as I tied a slip not into the end of the short piece of rope I'd brought up from the basement. "This is a leash I'm making," I commented conversationally. "It's to make sure you behave. Sort of like I'd use on a wayward puppy. Only, in this case, I'm using it on a wayward boy." Then I knelt down next to Jason and said, "Now it's time to turn you over and put your leash on. Let's go."

I guess Jason wasn't quite ready to give up the fight. Once again he started struggling. But of course he was no match for me; since his arms were tied up he could prevent his shoulders from being turned over. And when he spread his legs, to prevent me from turning him, I simply grabbed his balls from behind and started squeezing them-THAT got his attention and made him close his legs. Of course my hand was still wrapped around his balls. After one final squeeze I let go and slip my hand out from between his legs. Jason got the message to keep his legs closed, so I could flip him onto his back. I got my first view of the naked Jason.