What happened one hot and sticky Bank Holiday afternoon in August......
The locker room was deserted. Although it was now late afternoon the sun still streamed through the windows into the corridor beyond the doorway, bathing the room in a soft glow. It seemed like the world and his wife had packed up and left for the coast; it was so hot and sticky here in town. And evidently the guy I was to meet had done the same- he hadn't shown up and I would soon have to do battle with the country's biggest car park, the M25, for the second time in one day, just to get home again. I decided to grab a shower before I left to freshen up for the return journey. As I was about to do so Ed the mat room guy appeared, busy tidying ready for closing up at the end of the day. 'Ah, your guy didn't show then?' he asked almost rhetorically. I looked towards him and grunted in a dejected manner. 'Actually there's a bloke who sometimes turns up here looking for a wrestle about this time at the weekend.............but come to think of it it's usually a Saturday. You never know he might appear.' 'Anyway' he continued ' I'm off soon so just shut the door behind you if you're the last one, will you?' And with that he disappeared, clearing up as he went.
I came back into the locker room dabbing my neck dry with my towel and feeling cool and refreshed from my shower. However I was also anxious to get moving; I wanted to get on the road home. I had quite a journey and didn't know how busy it would be. The building was lifeless and it spurred me on to get going. I'd not got the wrestle I'd come for and then there might be an 'unknown quantity' turning up looking to wrestle. And we might be a complete mismatch and I'd have to make my excuses. I'd always been in the habit of checking a guy's profile out before agreeing to a meet. Never being that adventurous was one reason but, being a smaller and slightly built guy, it made sense safety-wise. I was looking for my underwear, which, in my rush, I had inadvertently left in the shower stall, when I became aware that a long shadow was being cast across the room. I looked up and saw a figure silhouetted in the doorway, a black guy with very dark skin, a little taller and stockier than me. 'Hi!' he said, approaching me and flashing me a bright and friendly smile while apparently oblivious of the fact that I had nothing on. I turned round and carried on towelling lower down in effort to preserve my modesty. 'Looking for a wrestle?' he continued, ignoring my state of undress. Err' I hesitated, self-consciously fumbling fruitlessly for my pants while he self-confidently stood in front of me. 'Sorry, didn't mean to startle you' he continued, ' but I often pop by on the off chance as I'm a porter over at St. Mary's. He waved his blue and white NHS swipe card as proof. 'I stopped by the office on the way in and Ed showed me your profile on his laptop and I thought we'd be well matched size-wise for a heel/jobber. We're on the same wavelength for interests too, I think. What do you say?' 'Well I do usually chat with a guy prior to a meet, to build up a dialogue, you know?' I replied cautiously. 'Sure, but hey I'm totally safe; I won't harm you!' Once again he flashed his warm smile and added ' There is one thing though, I do like to grapple naked; but then I saw from your profile that you're ok with that!' 'Yeah but I like to see what the guy looks like, if you get me?' 'Oh, of course, get you' he replied and, in what seemed a split second, he had kicked off his sandals, and had stripped off his hoodie, tracksuit bottoms and underwear and they were in a heap by his feet. Nakedness was obviously totally natural to him; he had no reservations and I guessed he was probably a naturist. I looked him up and down. Before me was a guy who was well proportioned and naturally fit, but certainly no narcissistic gym obsessive. And if he was to heel me then the difference in our builds might be about right I thought. What impressed me was the healthy looking deep colour of his smooth skin, intense and, in a certain light, blue-black and shiny; and the complete opposite of my pale, and what I always described as pasty complexion. Characteristically for a black guy the palms of his hands and what I could see of the bottom of his feet were creamy coloured and smooth, and I guessed the soles were too. Dark coloured or tanned and toned skin always got my interest and I felt like I couldn't say no to him. 'Ok' I replied and felt like I was 'giving in' to him already; he seemed to be working a sort of charm I couldn't resist. 'Great!' he said and his enthusiasm was obvious, ' Ed said we're welcome to stay as long as we like as you were the last booking for tonight. Anyway let's go, but don't forget your stuff,' he added, 'it's amazing what gets nicked in this place!' We gathered up our clothes and headed off to our mat room. He placed his hand on my shoulder as we walked which felt friendly and engaging and at the same time odd, as we both had nothing on!
He ushered me in to the room and immediately locked the door behind us. The click of the latch was loud and decisive and now, having agreed to wrestle this guy, everything suddenly became real and serious; in a way there was no backing out. We dumped our gear in one corner of this bare, matted 'cell' like space. It had a high ceiling and a series of short and wide windows set high up in the walls, which were still allowing plenty of late summer sun to flood in. A door in the opposite wall led to a wet room and one wall was mirrored from one end to the other. Butterflies danced around in my stomach; I couldn't begin to think how this was all going to pan out............
I didn't have to wait long for it all to kick off. This guy was so self-assured and seemed to be giving the impression he wasn't going to waste time and his arm around my neck in a sleeper hold confirmed this. It was solid but not tight, like a wooden yoke locked on me and unremovable. 'You ok?' he enquired. 'Yes,' I replied but nervously placed my hands on his arm to check his grip. 'Don't worry, you'll get used to it. I'm not going to hurt you though. I've just got control of you. You might not feel all that comfortable at times but, as I said, I'm not out to harm you. If you struggle then my hold on you will just tighten, simple as that. If I have to apply extra pressure then you will begin to struggle to breathe and I don't want that to happen to you.......but I want you to be clear who's in charge. Just take what I give you and we'll be fine, no quibbles.' He walked me around like this to demonstrate this firm and inescapable hold and I found myself stumbling over his feet as I struggled to keep up. 'Oh, you want to play footsie? Sure, we can do a bit more of that later on if you want' he suggested. Gradually I began to fall into a rhythm as he walked me around, and this gave us the opportunity to observe each other from different angles in the mirror. 'Hey, don't we look hot together,' he declared, moving his head closer to mine. I looked into the mirror and his beguiling smile beamed back at me. 'Look how our bodies stand out against each other. Our legs are like piano keys, ebony and ivory.' 'Mmmm,' I agreed. I was now beginning to follow his movements more naturally so he started to speed things up a bit, pulling me in one direction and then the other, to see if I could keep up with him. As we moved faster I became aware of his dick flopping about between our two bodies. At one point he manoeuvred me somewhat jerkily to one side and the inevitable happened; his dick hit by my backside with a faintly audible and sweaty slap. 'It had to happen sometime, didn't it?' he remarked wryly and then added 'He just wants to join in, that's all!' 'I'm sure HE does,' I agreed, echoing his use of 'he'. 'Well reach behind and have a feel if you want, I don't mind.' He still had me securely in a sleeper and my head was cocked at an angle that disoriented me slightly; I had no direct view in the mirror of how I was standing in relation to him so I felt carefully behind my back. My hand brushed lightly against the pubic hair of his groin and it was moist to the touch; he must have been the type who perspired a lot in that area. I gingerly felt my way round, first touching his heavy, thick shaft and then his damp and hairy sack. He relaxed his hold on me just enough for me to see how much he was enjoying my attention. I was sending him into ecstasy with the lightest fingertip touch and he could hardly resist. Just as I was beginning to feel I could slip out of his grip he snapped himself out of whatever heaven he was in and said 'Ok enough, enough' and reached down, brushing my hand away from his package. Almost immediately I felt myself being manoeuvred to the ground, and I had to fold my legs awkwardly as he pulled me down.
So now we were down on the mats and I was still securely in his sleeper hold, and this gave him the opportunity to clasp his legs securely around my waist. 'Ok, comfortable?' he asked softly. 'Yeah, sure,' I confirmed. It was true, I wasn't being choked or squeezed as such; I just wasn't able to escape. And as long as I didn't struggle I figured I'd be able to stay in this relatively comfortable position. 'Good, good. Let's have a little workout then,' and he began rolling me up on to his stomach and over the other side, cradling my head in his arms and anchoring the bottom half of my body between his legs. Backwards and forwards we went, clamped together in the stuffy heat until we began to feel the sweat and stickiness of our bodies, pressed together. The shaft of his dick was now getting stiff as we thrashed about and our torsos rubbed against each other. Every so often it would get trapped somewhere between us and he'd enjoy an extra bit of stimulation. He began to roll further over each time and increasingly I was taking the weight of his body on mine as I reached the floor on each side. I groaned as the rolling about tired me, and momentarily forgot myself and struggled for release. Immediately I felt the grip around my neck and his legs around my body tighten and I was brought back to reality with a jolt. "Don't forget what I said," he reminded me.
I struggled to refocus myself, reminding myself to keep calm irrespective of the hold he chose to put me in. If I panicked then I was done for because I would struggle, get gripped tighter, it would escalate and I had no idea where it would lead to. And adopting this relaxed stance certainly cooled things down. He loosened his grip slightly as we lay on our sides together and I resisted the urge to struggle to get free. I guess a tacit agreement had been reached between us. And it gave us time to take stock of the situation and for him to plan his next moves. With me subdued in this way he was now free to try out some different holds without losing control of me. The first one surprised me somewhat. He released his sleeper hold and moved across my chest towards my legs and proceeded to clasp his legs around my neck in a rear head scissor so that I was facing his buttock cheeks, which were glowing with sweat. He took hold of one arm and pulled me side on, anchoring me in this position, so I was staring at his damp arse crack. In stages he moved my head further along his inner thighs until my cheeks were brushing his and I was breathing his musky odour. My new position gave him the opportunity to adapt the scissor into a tighter fig 4 style hold and rotate me on to my back so he could bury my face between his cheeks. I hurriedly gasped some fresh air before being smothered. This certainly was up close and very personal and I was to endure this humiliation on and off for some minutes, as he released and reapplied to allow me briefly to come up for air. Head scissor holds followed in a variety of positions, the last being one where he introduced me to his cock and balls by dangling them in front of my face. Damp slaps followed from ball sack and shaft as he swung me around while admiring the positions he had me in, in the mirror. At this point I got the feeling he had been consciously showing me around his body and right now I was getting a thorough tour of his groin! I had spent what seemed like ten or twenty minutes intimately clamped in his crotch and the sweaty thrashing about in the heat was tiring both me and him.
He was about to move me into yet another hold but noticed the lack of response in my body and appeared to change tack. 'No, no' he thought out loud, ' I think we should ease up a while, don't you?' I let out a long sigh that said it all. 'Ok then,' he continued ' we'll change the rules slightly for this; it'll be a rest period. We'll lie on our stomachs, me on top of you but you'll be free to move your head, arms and legs as you wish so that you can stay comfortable, ok?' 'Cheers!' I replied with a faintly sarcastic tone to my voice. So we settled down to our new position with my trunk supporting his weight and, being that it was evenly distributed and he wasn't moving, it meant I could support him quite easily. He laid his arms over mine, gently cupping my hands with the smooth cream palms of his. He draped his legs over mine and lightly placed his cheek against mine so that we could listen to each other taking shallow breaths. We must have laid there for ages, resting and relaxing and initially I didn't have the urge to fidget. I just appreciated his warm and soft body covering me. We were drifting off into a sort of peaceful sanctuary together. Yes, it must have been some time as the sun's rays were visibly getting weaker now. Gradually his body was feeling heavier and heavier as my back muscles were giving out and my whole torso was starting to feel numb. I wriggled uncomfortably and half-suspected he would clamp down on me but he raised his limbs away to give me the freedom of movement as promised. I resettled and his limbs rested back on mine. 'Not too much longer now, alright?' he suggested, 'we'll try something different soon' and proceeded to make himself comfortable again for a while longer. His control over me was still pretty much complete. Ok he was going to release from this hold as he could tell I was feeling some discomfort now but it was going to be on his terms and not just when I decided I'd had enough.
'Ready to carry on then?' he asked presently and I said yes if only to free me up from this heavy weight bearing down on my back. He drew himself up, peeling his sticky body away from mine and settling his damp arse cheeks on mine and I imagined a rear view of him on top of me, and I mentally traced a line from the top of his arse crack down into mine and beyond. It didn't take me long to guess what was coming with us in this new position, and he had me right in front of the mirror so he could admire his handiwork. He reached down for my arms and pulled them in turn over his knees so he could place me in the classic camel clutch position. He then clasped his hands around my chin and arched me backwards. I took up the strain bravely and he leant his head towards mine and asked 'How you doing there?' I tried to reply but succeeded only in coughing a little saliva on to his fingers. He smiled, satisfied that I was in the position he wanted me in and also pleased to see I was apparently no longer in a position to control my own bodily functions. 'Go on, don't mind me; have a little dribble if you want! In fact do what you want, struggle, tap out, whatever; it won't make any difference, you're not going anywhere' he continued, pulling me a little further back. Then he decided to move me from side to side in that position, pivoting my body from the waist, which was pinned down by his arse, first facing me to one wall and then jerking me around to the other. The effect was dizzying and I shut my eyes to compensate, praying he would give up soon. He did and let my head down towards the mat to give me a breather. He stroked the sides of my head with his fingers as if he was handling a fragile egg, checking I was still responsive. Next it was both arms on his knees but this time close in to his sides and then a sleeper to the neck, adjusting my chin to sit in the crook of his elbow. He pulled me up and slid his damp arse cheeks into the small of my back, making himself comfortable, and pulled himself closer to me so he could rest his chin on my head. He pulled my arms in closer to his sides, no doubt aware that I would gradually lose sensation in them, being forced into this unnatural position directly behind me. I could flap my hands and tap him lightly and he seemed to like this. 'Yeah, go on, try and wave those flippers about boy. They're not much use to you now, are they?' 'But hey don't we look good, locked together like this, like pieces of a jigsaw. Feels so good too!' And I was now aware of his almost hard cock tapping on my back. He rocked me backwards and forwards, testing my limits and varying the hold on my head and finally placing one hand on my chin and arching me way back. 'Wow, you are bendy! Well done boy.' His praise was genuine although I wasn't really in a position to appreciate it. Finally he let me flop to the floor, and I fell like a piece of meat against the mat, exhausted and numb, and momentarily oblivious of anything but my fatigue.
I became aware that he had moved away from me, and this was for the first time since we met. He soon returned, and he had something in his hand that had metal parts to it but I couldn't tell what. I was brought back abruptly to the here and now as I felt him securing leather cuffs on my wrists. He did likewise to my ankles and clipped them all together and before I knew it I was secured in a hogtie. I was surprised by this and not a little nervous. I hadn't expected this meet to go in this direction. I thought this guy was the just usual heel-type, one who like so many others, really got off on wrestling naked. But he had genuinely studied my profile carefully and seen what I was into. Anyway next he told me to open my mouth and in went a gag in the shape of a gum guard, which he buckled firmly round my head. 'You ok?' He smiled, knowing I could only grunt a reply back. I struggled and shook my head, trying to remonstrate with him but it just served in making him feel pleased with what he'd done. He crouched down by me and stroked my forehead carefully. 'You know I'm not going to doing anything to hurt you, don't you? And yeah I did read your profile properly. I said we had similar interests. It makes me feel really good to see my guy like this. You're totally under my control and I'm not even touching you........yet!' He began to strut around cockily, rubbing his dick and looking down at me, bound and helpless. 'Yes very nice, just how I like it. Hope it's not too intense for you. Ok I'm gonna let you get used to the cuffs for a while and think about being in bondage- you need some time to adjust. I've got to find a few things we need; won't be long.' I struggled against my new restraints. 'That's right, try out them out; see how tight they are. Move around as much as you want; you can't escape them. Mmmm, great to see you getting in to the spirit of it.' I groaned an unintelligible reply in his direction. After a while he was back with me, once again admiring his captive on the floor, and stroking his veiny shaft. Quite clearly the vulnerable position I found myself in was a real turn on for him and his excitement was obvious. Pretty soon I felt a few drops of pre-cum land on my back and he carefully wiped them away with his foot. I fidgeted a little. 'Hey you're into feet aren't you?' he remarked, thinking back to my profile. 'Well you can have mine any time. You like mine, do you? How about the pale bit on the soles? Looks like I'm wearing little slippers, doesn't it?' With that he reached out and caressed my cheek with a creamy sole and he could tell I was enjoying it. He moved down to the floor to free up both feet so that he could feel my back, my face, in fact just about all over with them. 'Go on it's your turn now to have a little of what you want; enjoy them.' Both feet were offered up to my face and I just rubbed myself against his soles as best I could, inhaling his musky scent as I did so. He placed one foot between the mat and my cheek, to support my head while he used the other to stroke me. 'Sorry you can't taste them as well but I reckon we should keep the gag in for the next bit.' His apology set me thinking.........
He set about prepping the 'next bit' as he called it. I jumped a little as I felt him fingering my anus; he was applying some sort of lube that had a cold sensation to it. Next he fed me some poppers and there was no doubt in my mind where we were heading. As he was kneeling down beside me he tried to comfort me by patting my back and fingering my arse crack lightly, knowing I must be feeling anxious. I had every right I thought; his crotch was level with my face and his heavy, thick cock was inches away from here. How was my tight hole going to accommodate this monster!? 'Nod your head if your ok for me to continue,' he instructed me, as he twiddled an unopened condom packet in front of me, waiting eagerly for my reply. So far he had been playing safe and sane with me; I felt I wanted to see this thing through with him, wherever it was going to take us, so I moved my head and mumbled into in agreement. He didn't seem convinced of my reply so he got right down on the floor and sat himself up near me so that I was staring right into his damp groin. It was an awkward and intimate position to be in and he leant over me and stroked my head, sort of consoling me in my bondage. His naked body was surrounding me from all angles. My face was between his legs and the upper part of his body was leaning over me, glowing with sweat. His warm musky smell was all around me and I couldn't help but breathe it in. He loosened some of the buckles of my gag and eased the gum shield part out of my mouth. The spittle was sticky around my mouth and he carefully removed some of it for me. 'You ok to continue? I want to have sex with you while you're in bondage; is that alright?' I was struck by the frankness of his request. 'Yes, I'd like that, but please make sure I'm well lubed.' 'Oh sure, I've already put some special stuff on you, and it should be working by now, but I'll put a bit more on no worries.' With that he replaced my gag and re-buckled it securely, no doubt looking forward to hearing me moan and groan. Then he waved the same shiny silver packet in front of me, opened it and rolled the condom on. He then lubed it thoroughly and sat there in silence observing me and taking time out to savour the last few minutes before the ultimate union of our two bodies. The condom was tight against his shaft and helmet and the sweat inside was making it transparent so that, if it wasn't for the nipple part at the top, it would look like he wasn't wearing any protection. We stayed in this position a while longer as he played around with himself, slapping his erect dick against his thigh. I couldn't work out whether he was teasing me with it or just enjoying watching me trussed up in front of him. Whatever, my anus had begun to relax considerably; his special lube was doing the trick and I understood his delaying tactics and felt a little calmer. All the same I gulped a little as he released my ankles form the hogtie and spread my legs on the floor. He bore down over me and slipped his shaft inside me almost effortlessly and draped his body over mine, like in our previous 'rest' period.
It felt incredible to have him inside me finally; it was definitely worth waiting for and I guess it was down to how he had planned everything. He had designed an extended foreplay session and this finale was the icing on the cake. Initially he just rested his member inside me and nuzzled my neck and head contentedly. Presently he felt the urge to move to reinvigorate his cock and the rhythm of his thrusts started, prompting me to moan in discomfort and pleasure simultaneously. My muffled groans excited him and encouraged him to jerk my body forward as he aimed deeper. He came very quickly and I was let off quite lightly, I thought; it was a long orgasm with a seemingly heavy load and he flopped down on me, almost winding me in the process. It was no surprise it all happened quickly as he must have been ready to cum at several points earlier with such a long period of foreplay. He had evidently been holding back for a long time and this was the way he had wanted it. At last he released me from the gum shield while he was still laying on top of me. It was such a relief as my mouth was dry from being gagged so long. He gently slipped his cock out of me and out of the condom, which he examined for cum. Indeed there was plenty and he decided to lay the condom on my cheek, proudly displaying it. A few cum drops escaped the open end and dripped down my cheek to the floor. He retrieved them and dabbed them on my lips, his special gift to me. I accepted, licked my lips and smiled back at him. He re-clipped my ankles to my wrist cuffs so that I was back in a hogtie. I was surprised and he apologised straightaway. 'Yeah sorry, I just want to savour the last moments. I want to see you as my willing captive for a little bit longer, ok?' 'Sure,' I replied and did a bit of struggling in my bondage to show my helplessness.......and of course he loved it.
The last part of our session was fast approaching and I think we had both been transported to another level in the past couple of hours so our shower together in the wet room passed by in a blur and in almost total silence. We soaped ourselves over, rinsed ourselves off and out we came; that was it. We were both lost in our thoughts as we towelled ourselves down and I mulled over one particular question. I was intrigued to know how planned this meet had actually been........
Finally the silence was ended with my question. 'Planned is hardly the word,' he replied. 'Orchestrated is more accurate! I'd dreamed up this type of meet a while back and it was just a case of finding the right guy for it. I drew up a list of possibles from site profiles and then swung by here as often as possible in the hope that one of you would turn up. I'm not big on chat rooms or endless emails so hooking up that way was unlikely for me. I can tell you that you were always right at the top of the list though. There was one other favourite but the guy had recently deleted his profile. So when I turned up today and Ed gave me your profile name it was like 'Bingo!' And you noticed how confident I seemed and that once I placed my hand on your shoulder I didn't let you out of my sight? Well I didn't want to let you slip through my fingers, did I? And I wanted to follow it through to the end even if we were to find out we were not very well suited. Can you see how it was for me?' 'Oh it definitely helps slot things into place,' I agreed. 'And,' he continued 'the actual mat room scenario was meticulously planned of course; I didn't want to mess that up. It was split up into four broad sections so we could get the most out of it- sorry it all sounds so calculated but I really wanted it to work. The sections were dom/sub intro, heeling, bondage and sex and it was important that I got each bit just right. The first was me walking you around in holds, letting you know who was boss but at the same time reassuring you it was safe. If I went in too heavy too soon you might have got cold feet. Second was the heel, rest and re-heel part. First off I applied a variety of holds acquainting you with different parts of my body and I targeted certain ones so that you would get the feel and smell of my intimate areas. If you didn't reject me physically at that point then the signs were good. Then there was the rest part, which wasn't really a rest at all, was it? The whole heeling section would wear you down anyway and bearing my body as a dead weight for so long a time was a surefire way to tire you. Finishing you off with camel clutches was going to exhaust you completely if we kept it up long enough. I know that from my own experience; all that stretching and bending of limbs into weird positions does anyone in. This put you neatly in a weakened state to go into bondage. I wanted to test out a few things here. Firstly I wanted to be sure you wouldn't go into panic mode, laying there totally vulnerable. You might struggle frantically, maybe hurt yourself and then I'd have no option but to release you. Also I wanted to make sure I didn't have the urge to have sex with you without getting your consent; in short you could argue I was forcing you into it, not giving you any choice and abusing you physically. Bear in mind this scenario was a first for me as I expect it was for you. I wanted you to be clear I'd checked with you properly and I wanted to see your agreement up front. The sex part was the culmination of all that went before and confirmed our physical compatibility. I'm glad I took time to prep you carefully. If I had caused you pain at this point it may well have undone all the good work during the rest of the session. And I hope having sex with you made it clear how I felt about the time we'd spent together.'
By now I was sitting on the one shower stool that was in the wet room, listening to his explanations which had all seemed perfectly reasonable when he crouched down in front of me looking serious and slightly anxious. 'What's up?' I asked. 'Well,' he replied, avoiding eye contact. 'It's just that I have the feeling that I want to own you. On the one hand it's control but on the other it's protection; I want to look after you in a way as well. It's like I want to get you inked with a tattoo stating that you belong to me, so that I'm confirmed as your owner. I admit it's a sexual thing. I'm not much of a social animal and don't usually go for domestic setups. Sexually I like being in control, that's all.' 'That's all!' I declared emphatically. 'Relationships aren't necessarily my thing either but what you're suggesting needs a lot of serious thought.' 'Oh yeah I know, sorry,' he interjected. 'I didn't mean to overload you like this; I shouldn't have done that. I was thinking out loud.' For the first time during this meet I had the upper hand and at once I understood the power the submissive guy actually has in this kind of setup. The dominant guy must satisfy the needs of his sub as well as his own if a consensual relationship is to continue. I looked deep into his eyes as if to stop him avoiding me. I hoped I could wipe the anxiety from his face and make him feel a little more comfortable. 'Don't look so worried' I said; 'I'm glad you've been up front with me, but I really need to go away and think about all that's happened and what you said. It will take a while to make sense of it all. But hey the main thing is that I haven't actually said 'no' to you, have I? And what's more I trust you, despite the fact we've only just met.' He flashed the same smile I saw as he stood in the locker room doorway a few hours before. A lot had happened in that short time, and this I guessed might have implications for both of us for the rest of our lives..........
Barcuddufan (0)
7/23/2020 12:46 PMFuck, I'd luv to experience that
Wrestle Nell (16 )
10/16/2019 2:56 AMThank you for sharing and amazing narration
Oilman (31)
9/23/2019 7:56 PMWhat happened one hot and sticky Bank Holiday afternoon in August......
The locker room was deserted. Although it was now late afternoon the sun still streamed through the windows into the corridor beyond the doorway, bathing the room in a soft glow. It seemed like the world and his wife had packed up and left for the coast; it was so hot and sticky here in town. And evidently the guy I was to meet had done the same- he hadn't shown up and I would soon have to do battle with the country's biggest car park, the M25, for the second time in one day, just to get home again. I decided to grab a shower before I left to freshen up for the return journey. As I was about to do so Ed the mat room guy appeared, busy tidying ready for closing up at the end of the day. 'Ah, your guy didn't show then?' he asked almost rhetorically. I looked towards him and grunted in a dejected manner. 'Actually there's a bloke who sometimes turns up here looking for a wrestle about this time at the weekend.............but come to think of it it's usually a Saturday. You never know he might appear.' 'Anyway' he continued ' I'm off soon so just shut the door behind you if you're the last one, will you?' And with that he disappeared, clearing up as he went.
I came back into the locker room dabbing my neck dry with my towel and feeling cool and refreshed from my shower. However I was also anxious to get moving; I wanted to get on the road home. I had quite a journey and didn't know how busy it would be. The building was lifeless and it spurred me on to get going. I'd not got the wrestle I'd come for and then there might be an 'unknown quantity' turning up looking to wrestle. And we might be a complete mismatch and I'd have to make my excuses. I'd always been in the habit of checking a guy's profile out before agreeing to a meet. Never being that adventurous was one reason but, being a smaller and slightly built guy, it made sense safety-wise. I was looking for my underwear, which, in my rush, I had inadvertently left in the shower stall, when I became aware that a long shadow was being cast across the room. I looked up and saw a figure silhouetted in the doorway, a black guy with very dark skin, a little taller and stockier than me. 'Hi!' he said, approaching me and flashing me a bright and friendly smile while apparently oblivious of the fact that I had nothing on. I turned round and carried on towelling lower down in effort to preserve my modesty. 'Looking for a wrestle?' he continued, ignoring my state of undress. Err' I hesitated, self-consciously fumbling fruitlessly for my pants while he self-confidently stood in front of me. 'Sorry, didn't mean to startle you' he continued, ' but I often pop by on the off chance as I'm a porter over at St. Mary's. He waved his blue and white NHS swipe card as proof. 'I stopped by the office on the way in and Ed showed me your profile on his laptop and I thought we'd be well matched size-wise for a heel/jobber. We're on the same wavelength for interests too, I think. What do you say?' 'Well I do usually chat with a guy prior to a meet, to build up a dialogue, you know?' I replied cautiously. 'Sure, but hey I'm totally safe; I won't harm you!' Once again he flashed his warm smile and added ' There is one thing though, I do like to grapple naked; but then I saw from your profile that you're ok with that!' 'Yeah but I like to see what the guy looks like, if you get me?' 'Oh, of course, get you' he replied and, in what seemed a split second, he had kicked off his sandals, and had stripped off his hoodie, tracksuit bottoms and underwear and they were in a heap by his feet. Nakedness was obviously totally natural to him; he had no reservations and I guessed he was probably a naturist. I looked him up and down. Before me was a guy who was well proportioned and naturally fit, but certainly no narcissistic gym obsessive. And if he was to heel me then the difference in our builds might be about right I thought. What impressed me was the healthy looking deep colour of his smooth skin, intense and, in a certain light, blue-black and shiny; and the complete opposite of my pale, and what I always described as pasty complexion. Characteristically for a black guy the palms of his hands and what I could see of the bottom of his feet were creamy coloured and smooth, and I guessed the soles were too. Dark coloured or tanned and toned skin always got my interest and I felt like I couldn't say no to him. 'Ok' I replied and felt like I was 'giving in' to him already; he seemed to be working a sort of charm I couldn't resist. 'Great!' he said and his enthusiasm was obvious, ' Ed said we're welcome to stay as long as we like as you were the last booking for tonight. Anyway let's go, but don't forget your stuff,' he added, 'it's amazing what gets nicked in this place!' We gathered up our clothes and headed off to our mat room. He placed his hand on my shoulder as we walked which felt friendly and engaging and at the same time odd, as we both had nothing on!
He ushered me in to the room and immediately locked the door behind us. The click of the latch was loud and decisive and now, having agreed to wrestle this guy, everything suddenly became real and serious; in a way there was no backing out. We dumped our gear in one corner of this bare, matted 'cell' like space. It had a high ceiling and a series of short and wide windows set high up in the walls, which were still allowing plenty of late summer sun to flood in. A door in the opposite wall led to a wet room and one wall was mirrored from one end to the other. Butterflies danced around in my stomach; I couldn't begin to think how this was all going to pan out............
I didn't have to wait long for it all to kick off. This guy was so self-assured and seemed to be giving the impression he wasn't going to waste time and his arm around my neck in a sleeper hold confirmed this. It was solid but not tight, like a wooden yoke locked on me and unremovable. 'You ok?' he enquired. 'Yes,' I replied but nervously placed my hands on his arm to check his grip. 'Don't worry, you'll get used to it. I'm not going to hurt you though. I've just got control of you. You might not feel all that comfortable at times but, as I said, I'm not out to harm you. If you struggle then my hold on you will just tighten, simple as that. If I have to apply extra pressure then you will begin to struggle to breathe and I don't want that to happen to you.......but I want you to be clear who's in charge. Just take what I give you and we'll be fine, no quibbles.' He walked me around like this to demonstrate this firm and inescapable hold and I found myself stumbling over his feet as I struggled to keep up. 'Oh, you want to play footsie? Sure, we can do a bit more of that later on if you want' he suggested. Gradually I began to fall into a rhythm as he walked me around, and this gave us the opportunity to observe each other from different angles in the mirror. 'Hey, don't we look hot together,' he declared, moving his head closer to mine. I looked into the mirror and his beguiling smile beamed back at me. 'Look how our bodies stand out against each other. Our legs are like piano keys, ebony and ivory.' 'Mmmm,' I agreed. I was now beginning to follow his movements more naturally so he started to speed things up a bit, pulling me in one direction and then the other, to see if I could keep up with him. As we moved faster I became aware of his dick flopping about between our two bodies. At one point he manoeuvred me somewhat jerkily to one side and the inevitable happened; his dick hit by my backside with a faintly audible and sweaty slap. 'It had to happen sometime, didn't it?' he remarked wryly and then added 'He just wants to join in, that's all!' 'I'm sure HE does,' I agreed, echoing his use of 'he'. 'Well reach behind and have a feel if you want, I don't mind.' He still had me securely in a sleeper and my head was cocked at an angle that disoriented me slightly; I had no direct view in the mirror of how I was standing in relation to him so I felt carefully behind my back. My hand brushed lightly against the pubic hair of his groin and it was moist to the touch; he must have been the type who perspired a lot in that area. I gingerly felt my way round, first touching his heavy, thick shaft and then his damp and hairy sack. He relaxed his hold on me just enough for me to see how much he was enjoying my attention. I was sending him into ecstasy with the lightest fingertip touch and he could hardly resist. Just as I was beginning to feel I could slip out of his grip he snapped himself out of whatever heaven he was in and said 'Ok enough, enough' and reached down, brushing my hand away from his package. Almost immediately I felt myself being manoeuvred to the ground, and I had to fold my legs awkwardly as he pulled me down.
So now we were down on the mats and I was still securely in his sleeper hold, and this gave him the opportunity to clasp his legs securely around my waist. 'Ok, comfortable?' he asked softly. 'Yeah, sure,' I confirmed. It was true, I wasn't being choked or squeezed as such; I just wasn't able to escape. And as long as I didn't struggle I figured I'd be able to stay in this relatively comfortable position. 'Good, good. Let's have a little workout then,' and he began rolling me up on to his stomach and over the other side, cradling my head in his arms and anchoring the bottom half of my body between his legs. Backwards and forwards we went, clamped together in the stuffy heat until we began to feel the sweat and stickiness of our bodies, pressed together. The shaft of his dick was now getting stiff as we thrashed about and our torsos rubbed against each other. Every so often it would get trapped somewhere between us and he'd enjoy an extra bit of stimulation. He began to roll further over each time and increasingly I was taking the weight of his body on mine as I reached the floor on each side. I groaned as the rolling about tired me, and momentarily forgot myself and struggled for release. Immediately I felt the grip around my neck and his legs around my body tighten and I was brought back to reality with a jolt. "Don't forget what I said," he reminded me.
I struggled to refocus myself, reminding myself to keep calm irrespective of the hold he chose to put me in. If I panicked then I was done for because I would struggle, get gripped tighter, it would escalate and I had no idea where it would lead to. And adopting this relaxed stance certainly cooled things down. He loosened his grip slightly as we lay on our sides together and I resisted the urge to struggle to get free. I guess a tacit agreement had been reached between us. And it gave us time to take stock of the situation and for him to plan his next moves. With me subdued in this way he was now free to try out some different holds without losing control of me. The first one surprised me somewhat. He released his sleeper hold and moved across my chest towards my legs and proceeded to clasp his legs around my neck in a rear head scissor so that I was facing his buttock cheeks, which were glowing with sweat. He took hold of one arm and pulled me side on, anchoring me in this position, so I was staring at his damp arse crack. In stages he moved my head further along his inner thighs until my cheeks were brushing his and I was breathing his musky odour. My new position gave him the opportunity to adapt the scissor into a tighter fig 4 style hold and rotate me on to my back so he could bury my face between his cheeks. I hurriedly gasped some fresh air before being smothered. This certainly was up close and very personal and I was to endure this humiliation on and off for some minutes, as he released and reapplied to allow me briefly to come up for air. Head scissor holds followed in a variety of positions, the last being one where he introduced me to his cock and balls by dangling them in front of my face. Damp slaps followed from ball sack and shaft as he swung me around while admiring the positions he had me in, in the mirror. At this point I got the feeling he had been consciously showing me around his body and right now I was getting a thorough tour of his groin! I had spent what seemed like ten or twenty minutes intimately clamped in his crotch and the sweaty thrashing about in the heat was tiring both me and him.
He was about to move me into yet another hold but noticed the lack of response in my body and appeared to change tack. 'No, no' he thought out loud, ' I think we should ease up a while, don't you?' I let out a long sigh that said it all. 'Ok then,' he continued ' we'll change the rules slightly for this; it'll be a rest period. We'll lie on our stomachs, me on top of you but you'll be free to move your head, arms and legs as you wish so that you can stay comfortable, ok?' 'Cheers!' I replied with a faintly sarcastic tone to my voice. So we settled down to our new position with my trunk supporting his weight and, being that it was evenly distributed and he wasn't moving, it meant I could support him quite easily. He laid his arms over mine, gently cupping my hands with the smooth cream palms of his. He draped his legs over mine and lightly placed his cheek against mine so that we could listen to each other taking shallow breaths. We must have laid there for ages, resting and relaxing and initially I didn't have the urge to fidget. I just appreciated his warm and soft body covering me. We were drifting off into a sort of peaceful sanctuary together. Yes, it must have been some time as the sun's rays were visibly getting weaker now. Gradually his body was feeling heavier and heavier as my back muscles were giving out and my whole torso was starting to feel numb. I wriggled uncomfortably and half-suspected he would clamp down on me but he raised his limbs away to give me the freedom of movement as promised. I resettled and his limbs rested back on mine. 'Not too much longer now, alright?' he suggested, 'we'll try something different soon' and proceeded to make himself comfortable again for a while longer. His control over me was still pretty much complete. Ok he was going to release from this hold as he could tell I was feeling some discomfort now but it was going to be on his terms and not just when I decided I'd had enough.
'Ready to carry on then?' he asked presently and I said yes if only to free me up from this heavy weight bearing down on my back. He drew himself up, peeling his sticky body away from mine and settling his damp arse cheeks on mine and I imagined a rear view of him on top of me, and I mentally traced a line from the top of his arse crack down into mine and beyond. It didn't take me long to guess what was coming with us in this new position, and he had me right in front of the mirror so he could admire his handiwork. He reached down for my arms and pulled them in turn over his knees so he could place me in the classic camel clutch position. He then clasped his hands around my chin and arched me backwards. I took up the strain bravely and he leant his head towards mine and asked 'How you doing there?' I tried to reply but succeeded only in coughing a little saliva on to his fingers. He smiled, satisfied that I was in the position he wanted me in and also pleased to see I was apparently no longer in a position to control my own bodily functions. 'Go on, don't mind me; have a little dribble if you want! In fact do what you want, struggle, tap out, whatever; it won't make any difference, you're not going anywhere' he continued, pulling me a little further back. Then he decided to move me from side to side in that position, pivoting my body from the waist, which was pinned down by his arse, first facing me to one wall and then jerking me around to the other. The effect was dizzying and I shut my eyes to compensate, praying he would give up soon. He did and let my head down towards the mat to give me a breather. He stroked the sides of my head with his fingers as if he was handling a fragile egg, checking I was still responsive. Next it was both arms on his knees but this time close in to his sides and then a sleeper to the neck, adjusting my chin to sit in the crook of his elbow. He pulled me up and slid his damp arse cheeks into the small of my back, making himself comfortable, and pulled himself closer to me so he could rest his chin on my head. He pulled my arms in closer to his sides, no doubt aware that I would gradually lose sensation in them, being forced into this unnatural position directly behind me. I could flap my hands and tap him lightly and he seemed to like this. 'Yeah, go on, try and wave those flippers about boy. They're not much use to you now, are they?' 'But hey don't we look good, locked together like this, like pieces of a jigsaw. Feels so good too!' And I was now aware of his almost hard cock tapping on my back. He rocked me backwards and forwards, testing my limits and varying the hold on my head and finally placing one hand on my chin and arching me way back. 'Wow, you are bendy! Well done boy.' His praise was genuine although I wasn't really in a position to appreciate it. Finally he let me flop to the floor, and I fell like a piece of meat against the mat, exhausted and numb, and momentarily oblivious of anything but my fatigue.
I became aware that he had moved away from me, and this was for the first time since we met. He soon returned, and he had something in his hand that had metal parts to it but I couldn't tell what. I was brought back abruptly to the here and now as I felt him securing leather cuffs on my wrists. He did likewise to my ankles and clipped them all together and before I knew it I was secured in a hogtie. I was surprised by this and not a little nervous. I hadn't expected this meet to go in this direction. I thought this guy was the just usual heel-type, one who like so many others, really got off on wrestling naked. But he had genuinely studied my profile carefully and seen what I was into. Anyway next he told me to open my mouth and in went a gag in the shape of a gum guard, which he buckled firmly round my head. 'You ok?' He smiled, knowing I could only grunt a reply back. I struggled and shook my head, trying to remonstrate with him but it just served in making him feel pleased with what he'd done. He crouched down by me and stroked my forehead carefully. 'You know I'm not going to doing anything to hurt you, don't you? And yeah I did read your profile properly. I said we had similar interests. It makes me feel really good to see my guy like this. You're totally under my control and I'm not even touching you........yet!' He began to strut around cockily, rubbing his dick and looking down at me, bound and helpless. 'Yes very nice, just how I like it. Hope it's not too intense for you. Ok I'm gonna let you get used to the cuffs for a while and think about being in bondage- you need some time to adjust. I've got to find a few things we need; won't be long.' I struggled against my new restraints. 'That's right, try out them out; see how tight they are. Move around as much as you want; you can't escape them. Mmmm, great to see you getting in to the spirit of it.' I groaned an unintelligible reply in his direction. After a while he was back with me, once again admiring his captive on the floor, and stroking his veiny shaft. Quite clearly the vulnerable position I found myself in was a real turn on for him and his excitement was obvious. Pretty soon I felt a few drops of pre-cum land on my back and he carefully wiped them away with his foot. I fidgeted a little. 'Hey you're into feet aren't you?' he remarked, thinking back to my profile. 'Well you can have mine any time. You like mine, do you? How about the pale bit on the soles? Looks like I'm wearing little slippers, doesn't it?' With that he reached out and caressed my cheek with a creamy sole and he could tell I was enjoying it. He moved down to the floor to free up both feet so that he could feel my back, my face, in fact just about all over with them. 'Go on it's your turn now to have a little of what you want; enjoy them.' Both feet were offered up to my face and I just rubbed myself against his soles as best I could, inhaling his musky scent as I did so. He placed one foot between the mat and my cheek, to support my head while he used the other to stroke me. 'Sorry you can't taste them as well but I reckon we should keep the gag in for the next bit.' His apology set me thinking.........
He set about prepping the 'next bit' as he called it. I jumped a little as I felt him fingering my anus; he was applying some sort of lube that had a cold sensation to it. Next he fed me some poppers and there was no doubt in my mind where we were heading. As he was kneeling down beside me he tried to comfort me by patting my back and fingering my arse crack lightly, knowing I must be feeling anxious. I had every right I thought; his crotch was level with my face and his heavy, thick cock was inches away from here. How was my tight hole going to accommodate this monster!? 'Nod your head if your ok for me to continue,' he instructed me, as he twiddled an unopened condom packet in front of me, waiting eagerly for my reply. So far he had been playing safe and sane with me; I felt I wanted to see this thing through with him, wherever it was going to take us, so I moved my head and mumbled into in agreement. He didn't seem convinced of my reply so he got right down on the floor and sat himself up near me so that I was staring right into his damp groin. It was an awkward and intimate position to be in and he leant over me and stroked my head, sort of consoling me in my bondage. His naked body was surrounding me from all angles. My face was between his legs and the upper part of his body was leaning over me, glowing with sweat. His warm musky smell was all around me and I couldn't help but breathe it in. He loosened some of the buckles of my gag and eased the gum shield part out of my mouth. The spittle was sticky around my mouth and he carefully removed some of it for me. 'You ok to continue? I want to have sex with you while you're in bondage; is that alright?' I was struck by the frankness of his request. 'Yes, I'd like that, but please make sure I'm well lubed.' 'Oh sure, I've already put some special stuff on you, and it should be working by now, but I'll put a bit more on no worries.' With that he replaced my gag and re-buckled it securely, no doubt looking forward to hearing me moan and groan. Then he waved the same shiny silver packet in front of me, opened it and rolled the condom on. He then lubed it thoroughly and sat there in silence observing me and taking time out to savour the last few minutes before the ultimate union of our two bodies. The condom was tight against his shaft and helmet and the sweat inside was making it transparent so that, if it wasn't for the nipple part at the top, it would look like he wasn't wearing any protection. We stayed in this position a while longer as he played around with himself, slapping his erect dick against his thigh. I couldn't work out whether he was teasing me with it or just enjoying watching me trussed up in front of him. Whatever, my anus had begun to relax considerably; his special lube was doing the trick and I understood his delaying tactics and felt a little calmer. All the same I gulped a little as he released my ankles form the hogtie and spread my legs on the floor. He bore down over me and slipped his shaft inside me almost effortlessly and draped his body over mine, like in our previous 'rest' period.
It felt incredible to have him inside me finally; it was definitely worth waiting for and I guess it was down to how he had planned everything. He had designed an extended foreplay session and this finale was the icing on the cake. Initially he just rested his member inside me and nuzzled my neck and head contentedly. Presently he felt the urge to move to reinvigorate his cock and the rhythm of his thrusts started, prompting me to moan in discomfort and pleasure simultaneously. My muffled groans excited him and encouraged him to jerk my body forward as he aimed deeper. He came very quickly and I was let off quite lightly, I thought; it was a long orgasm with a seemingly heavy load and he flopped down on me, almost winding me in the process. It was no surprise it all happened quickly as he must have been ready to cum at several points earlier with such a long period of foreplay. He had evidently been holding back for a long time and this was the way he had wanted it. At last he released me from the gum shield while he was still laying on top of me. It was such a relief as my mouth was dry from being gagged so long. He gently slipped his cock out of me and out of the condom, which he examined for cum. Indeed there was plenty and he decided to lay the condom on my cheek, proudly displaying it. A few cum drops escaped the open end and dripped down my cheek to the floor. He retrieved them and dabbed them on my lips, his special gift to me. I accepted, licked my lips and smiled back at him. He re-clipped my ankles to my wrist cuffs so that I was back in a hogtie. I was surprised and he apologised straightaway. 'Yeah sorry, I just want to savour the last moments. I want to see you as my willing captive for a little bit longer, ok?' 'Sure,' I replied and did a bit of struggling in my bondage to show my helplessness.......and of course he loved it.
The last part of our session was fast approaching and I think we had both been transported to another level in the past couple of hours so our shower together in the wet room passed by in a blur and in almost total silence. We soaped ourselves over, rinsed ourselves off and out we came; that was it. We were both lost in our thoughts as we towelled ourselves down and I mulled over one particular question. I was intrigued to know how planned this meet had actually been........
Finally the silence was ended with my question. 'Planned is hardly the word,' he replied. 'Orchestrated is more accurate! I'd dreamed up this type of meet a while back and it was just a case of finding the right guy for it. I drew up a list of possibles from site profiles and then swung by here as often as possible in the hope that one of you would turn up. I'm not big on chat rooms or endless emails so hooking up that way was unlikely for me. I can tell you that you were always right at the top of the list though. There was one other favourite but the guy had recently deleted his profile. So when I turned up today and Ed gave me your profile name it was like 'Bingo!' And you noticed how confident I seemed and that once I placed my hand on your shoulder I didn't let you out of my sight? Well I didn't want to let you slip through my fingers, did I? And I wanted to follow it through to the end even if we were to find out we were not very well suited. Can you see how it was for me?' 'Oh it definitely helps slot things into place,' I agreed. 'And,' he continued 'the actual mat room scenario was meticulously planned of course; I didn't want to mess that up. It was split up into four broad sections so we could get the most out of it- sorry it all sounds so calculated but I really wanted it to work. The sections were dom/sub intro, heeling, bondage and sex and it was important that I got each bit just right. The first was me walking you around in holds, letting you know who was boss but at the same time reassuring you it was safe. If I went in too heavy too soon you might have got cold feet. Second was the heel, rest and re-heel part. First off I applied a variety of holds acquainting you with different parts of my body and I targeted certain ones so that you would get the feel and smell of my intimate areas. If you didn't reject me physically at that point then the signs were good. Then there was the rest part, which wasn't really a rest at all, was it? The whole heeling section would wear you down anyway and bearing my body as a dead weight for so long a time was a surefire way to tire you. Finishing you off with camel clutches was going to exhaust you completely if we kept it up long enough. I know that from my own experience; all that stretching and bending of limbs into weird positions does anyone in. This put you neatly in a weakened state to go into bondage. I wanted to test out a few things here. Firstly I wanted to be sure you wouldn't go into panic mode, laying there totally vulnerable. You might struggle frantically, maybe hurt yourself and then I'd have no option but to release you. Also I wanted to make sure I didn't have the urge to have sex with you without getting your consent; in short you could argue I was forcing you into it, not giving you any choice and abusing you physically. Bear in mind this scenario was a first for me as I expect it was for you. I wanted you to be clear I'd checked with you properly and I wanted to see your agreement up front. The sex part was the culmination of all that went before and confirmed our physical compatibility. I'm glad I took time to prep you carefully. If I had caused you pain at this point it may well have undone all the good work during the rest of the session. And I hope having sex with you made it clear how I felt about the time we'd spent together.'
By now I was sitting on the one shower stool that was in the wet room, listening to his explanations which had all seemed perfectly reasonable when he crouched down in front of me looking serious and slightly anxious. 'What's up?' I asked. 'Well,' he replied, avoiding eye contact. 'It's just that I have the feeling that I want to own you. On the one hand it's control but on the other it's protection; I want to look after you in a way as well. It's like I want to get you inked with a tattoo stating that you belong to me, so that I'm confirmed as your owner. I admit it's a sexual thing. I'm not much of a social animal and don't usually go for domestic setups. Sexually I like being in control, that's all.' 'That's all!' I declared emphatically. 'Relationships aren't necessarily my thing either but what you're suggesting needs a lot of serious thought.' 'Oh yeah I know, sorry,' he interjected. 'I didn't mean to overload you like this; I shouldn't have done that. I was thinking out loud.' For the first time during this meet I had the upper hand and at once I understood the power the submissive guy actually has in this kind of setup. The dominant guy must satisfy the needs of his sub as well as his own if a consensual relationship is to continue. I looked deep into his eyes as if to stop him avoiding me. I hoped I could wipe the anxiety from his face and make him feel a little more comfortable. 'Don't look so worried' I said; 'I'm glad you've been up front with me, but I really need to go away and think about all that's happened and what you said. It will take a while to make sense of it all. But hey the main thing is that I haven't actually said 'no' to you, have I? And what's more I trust you, despite the fact we've only just met.' He flashed the same smile I saw as he stood in the locker room doorway a few hours before. A lot had happened in that short time, and this I guessed might have implications for both of us for the rest of our lives..........