At Shane's Mercy

I was still on a high the day after I had sexually dominated Shane. Just thinking of him lying there on the gym bench, all cocky, calling me over to spot him. Shane who for a year as my flat mate had fucked me in the ass, in my mouth, forced me to lick his sweat and he didn't even recognize me?

Now he was left covered in my cum and sweat, no chance he would forget me again! Better still, I had conquered this twenty year old alpha and he was turned on by it.

That night I searched for him online, if he used the hotel gym, he had to live nearby. Sure enough he had multiple sites, to show off his muscle progress and adventures with his latest girlfriend.

Our little muscle lad had a secret that only I knew about. Maybe I should call over and tell his girlfriend he likes rough cock action with men?

Actually I felt sorry for her, he always found a girl to pay his bills, his rent and to give him a public facade of normality. I wonder had he aggressively fucked other lads or just me?

The only thing real about Shane was his muscle. I knew him before he started the steroids and he was a natural. Every inch of his 5ft 10 frame was muscle packed and when he started weights he just got bigger. Shane had that build Mark Wahlberg had when he did the Calvin Klein adverts. A really desirable look with size and definition, a tough balance to achieve, unless youre blessed with Shane's genes.

So many nights I'd spent, jerking off to the memory of Shane on my back, how heavy and powerful he felt, the way he mastered me, his cock inside me, riding me to submission. It pleasured him to be able to control a taller lad, fed his ego. All I wanted now was to get on his back, and break him, with my cock.

By the third day I was getting desperate, no sign of Shane in the village or at the hotel gym. I'd almost given up hope when he messaged me. 'we have unfinished business, are you man enough to face me?' One thing was clear Shane hadn't learned his lesson, still cocky still thinking he's the alpha. 'Anytime any place Shane, you must love punishment!' ... ' there will be plenty of that alright, just remember who was bitch when we were flatmates! Ya can't come here, don't want my girlfriend upset when I fuck you so I'll do you at the strand'. 

The battle lines were drawn and we both had the same goal, I wanted his ass and he wanted mine. The strand was a good choice, it's off the main beach and quiet, so we could go for it full force.

Even though this was a crazy plan, I couldn't resist it, I was driven by pure lust for Shane.

The strand was empty except for the powerful figure near the cliff. He looked wet but it wasn't sea water it was sweat and it emphasised his broad back and chiselled torso The closer I got, the more his physique swelled: massive shoulders, arms, pecs, thighs and what an impressive ass.

The sight of him, close up, was a reality check. I must be crazy thinking I could have this bulls ass?

'Whats the tent for Shane?' ...'It gets cold at night, that's where I'll fuck you when it's dark, were going to be here a few days'

That stunned me, I had planned for a quick fight for domination and then the victor fucks the loser, Shane was planning a fuck festival? Still, once I had him, I could make the rules anyway?'

' So let's agree rules Shane?' ...'We had rules before, for a fucking year, I owned you're mouth and ass and you obeyed me, we both want this so whoever is bitch just does what he's told, agree'? 

With that we shook, Shane's grip was grossly exaggerated and designed to menace me, but it was strong and instantly turned me on.

'Strip off then, unless you want me to rip off you're clothes too'. Shane wasint wasting time, he was stripped down to his beach trunks and ready to fight.

I was almost nervous stripping down in front of him, I didn't have his physique and seeing the condition he was in, I had good reason to worry.

' this is grappling only, no striking, this is not about damaging you it's about owning you, I want you looking good, got it?'

Shane was right, this wasint a fight to physically harm, it was a fight to sexually dominate.

We circled each other, assuming a wrestling stance, looking for a take down opportunity. Shane lunged at my legs a few times but missed, he didn't have the reach. The more he tried and failed, the angrier he got, he was wasting fuel too.

Almost thirty minutes in and with the sun at full heat, Shane wanted a time out. We both took shelter in the tent, it was too warm outside.

Shane's sweat smelled so powerful and sexy, watching him beside me catching his breath, I wanted to kiss him. That was the problem I had with Shane, he was so handsome, with tight black hair and the look of a youthful marine. But he was sexually aggressive too, and that also turned me on.

About an hour passed, we didn't talk much, Shane was listening to songs on his phone, eyes closed. I pretended to check my social media, but really I was staring at his perfect body.

'Right, ready to go, not too sunny now'. Shane was back in action and raring to go. Back outside, Shane had changed technique, instead of going for my legs he ran straight at me and locked on a bear hug.

I'd only ever seen this on tv, I didn't even think it would work but fuck I felt it. Shane was crushing the wind out of me and I was helpless in his grip. He was attacking me the way I'd seen him attack weights in the gym, full force. I couldn't even beg for mercy, he had me held so hard.

Just when my legs felt like they might buckle he slammed me onto the sand. It took a minute for me to get my bearings. It was dark and warm, the smell was intense, there was no fresh air.

It was when he ordered me to lick, I realized he had stripped off his trunks and was sitting in my face.

Shane's shins pinned my arms, he was facing my cock and the full force of his weight was on my head, I couldn't throw him off or scissor him, I was trapped under him.

He grabbed my cock and twisted it hard forcing me to moan with agony and ecstacy. 'Im going to fuck this up if you don't start licking'.

He didn't have to repeat his order, Shane had my cock, I had no choice.

Shane's ass was full of sweat, I was familiar with the taste, he'd done this to me before. This was all about humiliation: Shane was smothering me with his ass and making me hard at the same time, while he controlled my cock.

I knew where to lick, to excite him and he made me go to those depths again and again. When I did, I felt him shudder and felt his breathing intensify. Shane was was using my tongue like a sex toy to probe and stimulate his ass.

I was utterly aroused too and for me, all of this would be part of my revenge on him too. I didn't know how long I would be buried under his ass or what he would make me do. Shane was on top for now, but we were only getting started!