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I defeated Bill the last time we wrestled, and did not let him forget it. Every chat. Every telephone call. Anytime we were together, I brought it up. He tried to take it all calmly.

But I knew. I had him going. Just as I like it. I love to trash talk.

The last time I rubbed a victory in, he really handed me my ass in our next match. I was hoping for a different outcome this time.

So when he threw me down on the hotel room mattress and mounted me for the third time in this match without me so much as having a single sub against him, I knew that I was in trouble. Not that he dominated me in three straight falls, it was how easy he did it. I’m a muscular, strong guy, and he man-handled me as if I were a twink. In the two previous falls he had scissored me into submission and bear hugged the life out of me.

Each time I was subbed under our special first-to-cum loses match rules I had to let him put me in the hold of his choice while he sucked, massaged and wanked my package for several minutes. Then after the allotted time we would begin wrestling again. After enduring each work over my will to fight would fade. My cock was throbbing and all it wanted to do was shoot a big load.

This third fall he threw me down on the mattress yet again, wrapped his legs around my right leg, immobilizing me while he put all of his weight on my torso. With his free hand he massaged the outside of my Speedo. It was all I could do not to shut my eyes and just relax.

I was squirming under him in my now very sweaty shiny black pouch Speedo, him in his camouflage pouch Speedo, grinding his cock into mine. I tried to arch my back to get him off me, but to no avail. While I was trying to escape, Bill quickly slithered his arm under my shoulder, grabbing my hand before I could extend it, then with the other arm he locked me in, torqueing my shoulder . I had no choice.

“I GIVE!” I yelled in frustration for the third time this match.

An evil grin formed on his face, his nose inches from mine. He hadn’t released my shoulder. I was still resisting, and boy did it hurt.

“LET UP!” This time more agitated, I barked.

He released me to the point where it didn’t hurt that much, but still had my shoulder torqued, and I remained immobilized. Just the way he apparently wanted me.

“What is this Brian? Three?” he mocked.

I didn’t answer him. He was still slowly grinding his cock against mine. It felt good but I didn’t want to let on.

“Three times…” he continued. “To your – NONE?!”

I squirmed some more but to no avail. If I struggled too much he just applied more pressure to my shoulder which made me stop.

Holding me in the same position, he got close and kissed my neck. Then my ear, slipping his tongue around the outside of it, then into it. I felt my man juices rising up from my balls and into my cock. He squeezed the outside of my Speedo with his free hand. I slowly kicked my bare feet – sliding them down the mattress and spreading my toes – not because I thought it would help – just because I felt the need to adjust my body.

“I see we have some precum…” he said, now fully releasing my shoulder. He reached into my Speedo, pulling out my cock, and sucked it for a few seconds. With one hand he slowly and lightly ran the tips of his fingers around my six pack, then down my Speedo to where he would cup my balls and give a gentle rub or two. I twitched from the sensations.

“You need to start the timer.” I demanded.

“You’re in no position to demand ANYTHING, Brian.” Bill replied, climbing off me. I laid on the mattress prone for my third workover which is a certain loss in a first to cum loses match. I knew I was a goner. It was just a matter of how I was going to lose now. It felt like just a few wanks would send me into an orgasmic cum explosion.

But Bill had other ideas.

He squatted next to the bed. I lifted my head up, still lying down waiting for my punishment, “What are you doing?”

He emerged grinning, holding a strap to tie me down with.

“Oh SHIT! No way!” I exclaimed.

“Why not?” Bill chuckled. “I won the sub, and I can do what I want.” He tied my left ankle down, pulling the knot secure. He tickled my toes causing me to laugh and squirm. With a firmly tied down ankle I couldn't escape. I felt my cock grow harder.

“FUCK!”

“Oh, this is going to be FUN!” Bill laughed as he pulled down my Speedo causing my hard on to bounce against my stomach. He then proceeded to tightly secure my right ankle, after which he then forcefully tied each of my wrists to the bedposts above my head.

I was stretched out like a star-fish, barely able to move. “Shouldn’t the timer had started?”

“There’s no more timer, Brian!” Bill explained. “You’re mine now.”

“I didn’t surrender by giving you the soles of my feet!” I protested. When either of us felt like we couldn’t go on any longer and wrestle another fall we would rub the soles of our feet on our opponent’s leg.

“You are near the point of no return.” Bill said, as I shook my head. “Don’t deny it - just look at your cock standing at full attention! Anyhow, this is it.” He climbed on top of me, 69 style. The restraints tugged at my wrists and ankles. I was completely immobilized. This was really hot. Our sweaty bodies stuck together as he put my head in a figure 4 hold between his legs. My nose pressed up against his Speedo-clad ass made me feel all the more helpless since I couldn't use my hands to push him away to give me some breathing room.

He squirted some lube onto his fingers and went right for my hole, using his other hand to massage my balls while he wrapped his lips around my member. I felt a quick little orgasm, but not a gusher. It was a pre-orgasm. Bill must have felt it too because he interrupted the sucking to briefly release my head so I could see him turn to face me with a grin before going right back to the torture. I was totally at his mercy, and he definitely wasn't going to show any to me. Every hot button of mine that he knew of he pushed.

“OH GOD!” I exhaled between quick shuddering breaths. It wouldn’t be long. Both of us knew it. I squirmed but couldn’t really move with the restraints. The whole scene made me feel delirious with physical pleasure.

Bill paused to remind me of our stakes. “You cocky son-of-a-bitch,” he said as lovingly as those words can be said, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. “I am going to have so much fun drilling you when you shoot – but not until after I give you a cum kiss.”

That was it. My body quaked in anticipation. Bill went back to sucking me and working my balls. I tried to squirm around but was held mostly in place by the restraints. Then I felt the tremors start – I was quickly reaching the point of no return!!!

I let out a primal howl - something from deep inside of me - “AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHH” while convulsing under Bill's body, futilely pulling at my restraints. My whole body quaked. The orgasm pulsed up in waves from my toes all the way up through my balls and out my cock. It was one of those great feelings where you just seem to keep exploding more and more cum. Bill took the huge load into his mouth.

He kept milking me until it tickle-hurt like all get out – which was even worse because I couldn’t move to get away! He just kept wanking causing me to bellow "STOP PLEASE! OH PLEASE STOP!!!" The last time he did this to me I pulled my knees up into a fetal position to protect myself but here the tight restraints left me prone and vulnerable. Thankfully after what seemed like a full minute of milking me past my orgasm he let go.

The humiliation, however wasn't over. As is his modus operandi – he pivoted and leaned in for the big kiss. His tongue reached deep into my throat, depositing all of the cum I just shot. I struggled and gurgled from it, eventually swallowing my own load. I was utterly and completely disgraced as was his plan all along.

Still tied down on the mattress, I was breathing heavily trying to recover. Sweat was pouring off me from the entire ordeal.

“I’m going to untie you – but only long enough to flip you on your stomach,” Bill instructed through his satisfied grin. “then I’m going to tie you up again until I unload into you.”

My body spent, I could only offer token resistance as Bill flipped me over, securing the straps on my ankles and wrists. Now my bubble butt's crevice was exposed. He left enough slack for me to pull my knees under my torso to give him a good angle to insert himself. My wrists remained tightly bound, my arms outstretched over my head, leaving me in a yoga-like position on the bed.

I heard him squirt lube onto his fingers and I audibly gasped as he generously applied it to my waiting orifice, lube dripping from my ass. I heard the fwap fwap fwap of him wanking himself harder and then the unmistakeable sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open. Moments later I felt his wrapped cock lightly graze my ass then playfully stab the back of my nuts. He moved his hard on up and down my crack, teasing me. For good measure he slapped my ass several times, laughing while he did it.

“Get ready Brian, mmmmmmmmmmmm" Bill moaned in anticipation of his winning stakes. His breathing became shallow as his hands spread my cheeks open and I felt the pressure of his firm manhood begin its journey into me.