THE PARCEL
Gerry returned home after a long day. Still in his suit and tie, he looked down at the note that had been put through his apartment door. The parcel was too big to fit through his letterbox, so it had been "left with a neighbour". He'd been waiting for it for some time - a framed photograph of a vintage wrestling match from the 1930s, one beefy man pinning his opponent to the mat. The image had stirred something in him and he'd bid overenthusiastically for it.
Gerry sighed, and went to knock on Mrs. O'Connell's door... but when she answered, she had no knowledge of the parcel. That could only mean it had been left with the neighbour on his other side - someone Gerry hadn't yet met, who only moved in recently.
Gerry knocked on the door and waited. After a while, heavy footsteps came to the door and opened it. "Yeah?" The young man who opened it was a good 4" taller than Gerry and much broader. Gerry looked up at the much younger man and inquired after his parcel. The young man grinned and walked back into his apartment. Confused, Gerry followed.
On the floor was his parcel - and it had been opened. And up on the wall was Gerry's photograph. "Hey!"
"I didn't recognise the name so I figured it was lost. And I like the picture."
"It's mine. I paid for it."
"Sorry. Finders Keepers."
Gerry was incensed. This man had stolen from him.
"Tell you what, pops. I'll wrestle you for it."
The man's grin was even bigger now, and standing so close, Gerry felt intimidated by his bulk. Gerry decided to take control back from the situation. He might be in his 60s, but he was fit, and he pushed past the youth and went to grab the picture from the wall.
As he reached for it, he felt two strong arms reach under his own and put him in a full Nelson. His feet left the ground as the young man easily held him helpless, dangling off the ground.
"Ha. This is gonna be an easy one" said the man as he swung Gerry around. Gerry's stomach dropped as he span, before the hulking brute suddenly let him go, sending him sprawling face-first into an armchair. Gerry staggered across the room, now furious. Now was his chance - glancing at the door he saw he could escape. But one look at the younger man's smug face made him decide to fight, and he charged at him. But when he hit the man, running as hard as he could, the young man didn't budge an inch. Gerry realised he'd made a huge mistake. The man's chest was like granite, and up close he could now see that the arms were big - much bigger than he'd realised under the baggy hoodie. But it was too late now.
The young man grabbed the back of Gerry's suit jacket and turned it inside out, trapping Gerry's arms. As Gerry struggled out of it, the man removed his hoodie and Gerry's fears were confirmed. He was muscled and strong, and twice Gerry's size, probably five times his strength. As Gerry removed his jacket the man pulled it off him and threw it across the room, flexing and stretching his arms casually as he circled the smaller, older man.
"Tell you what. If you can pin me just once, for three seconds, I'll give you your photo back."
By now Gerry had decided to get out of there, and he made a run for it, but the man wasn't just much bigger, he was faster too, and easily reached Gerry before he got to the door. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt collar and his belt, the man easily manhandled Gerry back into the living room. As Gerry twisted, he felt his feet leave the ground again as he was turned to be horizontal, facing the ground, and the man carried him by his belt and collar like he was a bag. To emphasise the point, the young man raised and lowered Gerry a few times, lifting him as though doing lat pulls with a barbell before dropping him to the ground on his front.
Gerry rolled over, and the man sat on his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He easily pinned Gerry's arms up over his head and counted to three. "That's one to me" he grinned, not even out of breath. Gerry however was overwhelmed, and the man sat back as Gerry helplessly tried to throw him off. His muscle meant he was even heavier than he looked, and as Gerry struggled the young man reached forward and removed Gerry's tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Stop that!" Gerry cried, but the man ignored him.
As the man finally stood, he reached down and grabbed Gerry's now open shirt by both halves, pulling Gerry up to his feet - but the man kept going, pulling Gerry up on tiptoe by his shirt collar. Gerry glanced down at the man's huge biceps flexed hard as he held Gerry's entire weight up. As he set Gerry back down, he pulled off his shirt, meaning Gerry was now naked from the waist up. The man appraised him. "Not bad for an old fella" he said, and despite the humiliation and anger, Gerry was oddly pleased at the assessment.
"Time for round two" said the young man, and at that he took off his own t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms... leaving him in only his boxers. His body looked carved from marble, and Gerry was breathing heavily. "Please... that's enough. You can keep the photo"
But the young man just grinned. "No, it's best of three. That's the rules. You should undress too or that fancy suit is gonna get ripped". Gerry backed away from the man, who grabbed his hands and easily held them both in one of his strong larger hands as he deftly undid Gerry's belt and trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. Gerry felt utterly humiliated - his briefs were skimpy, as he preferred, but now they were all he wore he felt totally outmanned by the strong young man towering over him. His thighs though fit looked like matchsticks compared to the man, who obviously lifted heavy, and often.
Gerry's trousers were still around his ankles and the young man looked down at them, as if working out how to solve this problem. Then he looked Gerry in the eye and smiled, and Gerry started to shake.
The man pulled up one of Gerry's arms and then quickly and easily lifted him across his shoulders in a fireman's position. He then turned Gerry so he was held easily across one broad shoulder and pulled his trousers off. In no hurry, he walked around with Gerry slung over one shoulder, his hand almost possessive on Gerry's backside, gently kneading the older man's butt as he held him aloft.
"Something against my shoulder tells me someone's liking this" grinned the young man. "No. No, please, please let me down, sir." Gerry desperately tried to appeal to the youth, wondering if showing him respect might get him out of this. "But we're still in our match" said the man, and walked over to the mirror. "Doesn't look like much of a match, does it?" He turned around so that Gerry could see himself in the mirror - his body easily held up by the strong young man, as if he weighed nothing. As he looked at the man's rippled back, and how effortlessly this muscled guy held him, he knew that his briefs were throbbing, and he knew the young man could feel it.
The man smirked, and pulled Gerry back into the fireman's. "I wanna try something". Gerry whimpered as he felt one of the man's hands wrap around his neck, and the other slide up his inner thigh. "Please-.." "Shut up, little man" the youth responded angrily as he pushed up...and Gerry felt his body press up through the air as the lad pressed him overhead in an incredible display of strength. Now nine feed up in the air, almost against the ceiling, Gerry trembled as he marvelled at the younger mans strength holding his body up like he was a toy.
"Oof!" The man unceremoniously dropped Gerry back onto his broad shoulders, and let Gerry's body slide down his 6 foot frame to the ground. A winded Gerry tried to crawl to safety, but a strong hand grabbed his ankle and easily pulled him back into the room. Gerry was pulled up to his feet again and put into a punishing arm hold. The lad then proceeded to try out every hold he knew on the weaker man, with Gerry totally helpless to prevent him. Gerry was pinned, picked up, spun round, and put in all manner of devastating and humiliating holds. The youth wasn't hurting him. He was so strong that he didn't need to use pain - he just put Gerry in whatever position he felt like, and held him there with ease. The total domination Gerry was experiencing was not only humiliating, it was hugely erotic. He was getting more and more turned on by the strength and power of this man half his age, and his briefs were becoming damp with precum.
The man was walking him around the room in a humiliating arm bar and walked him over to the photo. "I wonder if we can mirror this ending" he said out loud to himself, laughing as he stood Gerry up. Now completely owned and used, Gerry simply stood still waiting for the main to decide what to do with his weak body. The man decided, and scooped Gerry up in a crotch lift. He looked again at the photo and moved his arms accordingly... Gerry felt his legs raise as he was being turned upside down. He knew was was coming. "No. Please. No." The man ignored him as he prepared for a body slam.
Gerry felt his body fly downwards from its upside down position and slam into the ground. The last remaining wind was knocked out of him as he hit the floor, and he lay there seeing stars, barely able to breathe. He had been totally and completely dominated in a one-sided match, and the muscled youth - his own huge erection in his boxers visible to Gerry as he looked up at the titan - grinned down at him. Slowly, the lad knelt down and sat on Gerry's face. Helpless, and unable to breathe, Gerry's weak struggles were meaningless as he punched his fists helplessly on the lad's iron thighs. Gerry stopped hitting the thighs, giving in completely, and rested his hands on them, feeling their incredible size and hardness. The lad started his pin count, "1... 2... 3..." and on 3, two things happened. Firstly, the lad raised his arms in triumph, flexing his huge arms, and secondly, Gerry climaxed in the biggest orgasm he'd ever experienced. Over and over he shot, flooding his briefs with cum as the lad cheered.
Utterly spent, Gerry lay there as the younger man got up. Too weak to move or get up, too humiliated to speak, and too post-orgasmic to want to do anything but watch his new idol as he collected up Gerry's clothes and kindly folded them. He placed Gerry's clothes on top of his prone body, and then collected the picture off the wall, and put that on top of the pile. Looking down at his helpless older victim, he slid his strong arms under Gerry's legs and back, and lifted him in a cradle carry, with his clothes and his treasured photo balanced on his stomach.
As he left his flat, Gerry briefly considered the humiliation of being carried in his underwear, covered in his own cum, through the corridor of his building, but there was no point arguing. The youth carried him back into his own apartment and set him down on his bed. Gerry looked up at him, prone and helpless even in his own home, wondering about this act of kindness.
The lad took the photo off his older toy's near-naked body and placed it on his bedside table.
"I'll come back tomorrow to win it back" he said. And with that, he turned and left.
Gerry lay there, astonished, and despite having cum so hard, so recently, hard again knowing that he had no choice but to take this lad's punishment again tomorrow.