The match between Alex and Ben was the final one on the night’s card and the reason why most guys had paid good money to watch. At 191cm, Alex was only slightly taller than Ben and both were middle weights at around 80 kg; both were tall, lean and athletically muscled. Despite being a niche gay venue, the club’s prizes attracted the best underground wrestlers who also happened to be straight; but money speaks loud! It’s important I make this point as Alex wasn’t just straight, he was fucking boringly straight - the kind of guy whose style of underwear was from the time of his granddad and most of his clothes were grey or black and one size too big. For a 20 year old, Alex dressed like he was 60! Ben, on the other hand, was an understated but confident 22 year old who could easily be mistaken for an introvert. Yeah, he was gay but not in an obviously extravagant way; he was just comfortable in himself and didn't need flags and emblems to announce it to the world. The guys also differed in what motivated them in this match, Alex needed the money and, having been a good wrestler since his teens, saw the tournament as a way of pocketing £1000. Ben was just a horny guy who had always had a fetish for wrestling and watching it; he was good but he’d acquired his skills more by participation than formal coaching since being a member of the club since he was 18.
Despite looking seriously hot in his black speedos, Alex felt really awkward wearing them; not only because they were really low cut but they did nothing to conceal the outline of a good sized uncut cock; he hated being looked at like a piece of meat but was grateful, at least, that they weren't a bright red or anything other than black. Nevertheless, he had his admirers in the audience, the guys who found his hairy chest and thick black bush, most of which was above the line of his speedos, such a turn on they dripped precum when fantasising about him . Lean but not cut like a gym bunny, his torso was firm and flat but the abs weren’t visibly rippling. His body reflected hard work in the gym but maybe less commitment in his diet!
Ben, despite being a couple of years older, appeared the younger of the two; his flesh was nearly as white as his speedos and reflected his celtic background. His red/ginger bush looked like a beacon on an alabaster canvas. Very lean, his abs looked stunning and enhanced all the more for the absence of body hair. As low cut as Alex’s, Ben’s speedos were equally revealing but differed only in the extent to which he already had a half boner.
The arena was a regular mat area as used every day in many wrestling clubs; around it stood about 30 guys who were there just to watch and, if truth be told, get a boner and drip pre-cum while secretly wishing they had the balls to get onto the mat and fight. As for winning, victory would go to the guy who could first get his opponent to nut. There was a catch though, before forcing a cum dump it was necessary to get at least one submission from the opponent (it was permissible to get more than one submission but one was the minimum). How a wrestler was forced to nut didn’t matter, it could be fucked out of him or he could be forced to wank it out himself; it was left to the imagination of the wrestlers.
When they walked onto the mat, Alex seemed to have a rough edge to him; a poker face that gave nothing away and a swagger that oozed a matter of fact attitude that he was going to win. Ben was similarly deadpan but that semi in his speedos was a “tell” of lustful anticipation.
The guys had been wrestling for about 20 minutes and seemed evenly matched until Ben miscalculated a dive for his opponent’s legs; Alex was quick to step aside and Ben ploughed face first into the mat. With the practised skill of a very experienced wrestler, Alex dropped to the ground and slammed his elbow hard into Ben’s back. While still gasping for breath and reeling from the pain, Ben’s legs got knotted into a figure 4 and locked into place by Alex straddling the compromised limbs. Alex leaned forward and cupped his hands under Ben’s chin and yanked the trapped wrestler up and backwards, hard, really hard. Ben screamed and started to tap the mat frantically; he was in a panic and in serious pain. After a noticeable delay, Alex released the hold but not before giving the jobber’s neck a final and vicious crank. Ben’s head smashed back into the mat as he collapsed face down to a prone position. The submission triggered a two minute rest period; Ben barely moved from the spot and lay there gasping for breath; the speed and focus of that submission had left him shocked. Alex squatted next to him, barely centimetres from the defeated man’s head. Nobody at the side of the mats could hear Alex softly say to Ben, “Mate; I’m only here for the money, not the cock. I’ll go easy on you if you wank one out when I tell you to. If you don’t, I’ll knock you senseless and face fuck you until you’ve swallowed everything my balls can empty down your throat”. The only response Ben was capable of giving was to raise a hand from the mat and give Alex the finger, flipping him off might have been entertaining for the crowd but I’m not sure it was a wise thing to do.
Ben wasn’t even close to having recovered when the two minute break expired and the bell sounded for the match to restart. Alex had already positioned himself for his next move; he grabbed a clump of Ben’s hair and pulled him to his feet. Sweat poured off both men, their speedos drenched and Alex’s clearly straining to contain his monster cock; that's right, the straight boy was boned-up and oozing pre that made his gay admirers want to shoot their load by just seeing it. Ben was still not himself and didn't have what was needed to resist the onslaught. Alex drove an arm between the back of Ben's legs and lifted him by the crotch; in an instant, he was draped across Alex's shoulders in a tight rack, face up and looking at the ceiling. With one hand on Ben's head and the other tightly squeezing his victim's ball, Alex set about torturing the “older” man. For the first time since he'd walked onto the mat, there was a discernable smile across Alex’s face. The hand gripping Ben's balls started to explore the boner that was eager to escape the constraints of the white lycra. Slipping inside the trunks, through one of the leg openings, that hand found its target, gripped it and pulled it free of its prison. The audience went wild as Ben's uncut shaft was revealed in all its pre-cum dripping glory. “Nut for the boys”, Alex shouted to Ben but really for the benefit of the crowd, who spontaneously started to chant “nut, nut, nut”. The foreskin was pulled back enough to expose the sweaty moist head, something neither wrestler could see themselves but it was the centre of attention from the guys around the mat.
Ben could feel his sack tighten and realised he was rapidly getting edged; “I give, I give, fuck it” he shouted. His hope was that Alex would take second submission instead of the chance to milk that cock. “Not interested, mate”, “nut or nothing, that's the rules”. Alex was right, it was his decision whether or not to accept a submission after getting the first one out of his opponent, he had every right to just keep going. He did, however, stop jacking Ben's dick. “You're close, mate, I know. I'll do you a favour and let you finish off yourself. Wank one out for us, wank it Ben, wank it”. Alex pulsed the rack, bending his opponent to near snapping; Ben screamed as the pain shot through his back and his breathing became near impossible, “OK, OK, fuck: I’ll do it”. As Alex eased up to give Ben a chance to grip his own boner. Soon, Alex could feel the tell-tale rhythm of a wank in progress, Ben had started to jack a little sooner than someone who was reluctant or forced into it; in all probability, he was being driven by his cock’s need to nut. Every guy on the planet knows that rhythm (don’t you!) and there’s no need to see it to know what’s going on. Because of the hold, Alex was never going to see the full glory of the eruption that was about to happen but, he told himself, those sad muppets watching will be the tell-tale; they won't be able to control themselves when this guy unloads. As it turns out, it was Ben who was the early indicator of what was about to happen, “Oh fuck, Alex, you’re go’in to take me. Fuck mate, fuck, fuck … oh fuck”, a heavy gasp signalled the moment a huge string of cum shot into the air and slapped down on the sweaty torso that had just given up its load. “Fuck, I can't stop” Ben screamed as he continued to tug his dick and milk every last drop it had to offer. The screams of delight from the crowd never really registered with Alex, he was transfixed with Ben's screams of orgasm. He could smell the air heavy with the scent of fresh jiz and used the hand that had been jacking that cock to grab a sample. He could feel Ben's red bush smeared with seed, coated the hand and brought it round to taste and smell his victory. That smell of triumph triggered something in Alex, he dropped Ben to the mat and, without a moment's hesitation, secured a schoolboy pin on the loser. A primal compulsion had gripped the victor who was, sooner than he or Ben could think, feeding his beautifully proportioned wet cock into the mouth of the other wrestler. Yes, the crowd was going wild but still the presence of an audience was lost on the two wrestlers. As the shaft penetrated balls deep it instantly fired a torrent of salty manhood into its victim. There was no pumping, no sex play or taunting; those balls couldn't wait another second to seed their man. Alex, the straight guy, was in a sex driven frenzy and had been feeling on the edge since the first pin. Had it been a porn movie, he would have wanked off long before Ben had been forced to jack his own load. It wasn't the first time Ben had been face fucked but it was a totally new experience for Alex to drill a dude’s mouth. His eyes rolled back into their sockets as a wave of indescribable pleasure washed over him; no experience of orgasms had prepared him for this toxic level of lust driven sense of power, domination and victory. As his senses slowly returned, he leaned into Ben and whispered, “What the fuck have you done to me?”. Ben still had his mouth full and had, since being pinned, been jacking a second boner and at those words from Alex, a second load shot from Ben up the back of Alex. The shower of jiz prompted a huge grin, not a scary one like the first time Alex hinted at having some emotion, but a happy smile. “Good boy” he said whilst looking deep into Ben's eyes. “Now, where's my money”, Alex said as he stood and walked off the mat. He hasn't been back to the club since but Ben, still a regular on the mat, never talks of that match or whether he knows what happened to Alex.
