At Shane's Mercy

I woke fully aware of my defeat. Aches and stiffness all over, from Shane's wrestling assault. My ass was still raw from his cock and his smell was all over me.

He was grunting outside the tent, doing push ups and squats on the beach, the picture of fitness. I was torn between lust and admiration for him, and a desire to seek revenge. He was so damn hot: almost cute looking, with black buzz cut hair, a squarish strong featured face and a compact bulging physique. His arrogance, turned me on, the sheer confidence he had that he could overpower me and own me. How thrilling would it be to make him regret that, watch his ego implode?

I was still lying there, sipping water from a bottle, Shane had already completed his workout and swim. 'Great spot for a session, had a run, push ups, squats, sit ups, there's even some beach bars down there..doesn't look like you're able for much today, that's what you get for fucking with Shaneo...get up and we'll get breakfast, fucking starving, then I'll decide what to do with you'.

I couldnt say much in reply except 'yeah food, good'. He smirked when I climbed out of my sleeping bag. 'Fuck lad, you need a swim, seriously, looks like sticky sandy cum all over you're ass".

My ass felt rough, no surprise considering all the attention Shane had given it. It wasn't all pain though, there was a pleasure in knowing he had been inside me.

Brunch was really good, the place was busy, buzzing. Shane and I were like any other 20 year old lads, hanging out on a summer's day, chatting, joking. It was hard to believe, just a few hours before, he had me stretched out over an overturned paddle boat on the beach, riding me hard.

He was eyeing up this girl at the bar 'she fucking wants me, look, she can't stop looking'. The 'girl' was a good bit older than Shane but I had to agree, she couldn't take her eyes off his body.

Shane knocked back a few bottles of beer over lunch and with it became more boisterous, more arrogant. 'So what's it to be today? Are you stupid enough to take me on again or just accept you're mine?. The way I look at it I'm going to own you're ass again, it's just how much you want to struggle?

I don't know why I was surprised, this was typical Shane. Maybe I thought he had his victory already and didn't need to laud it over me again. But he really wanted it, he really enjoyed fucking me, and I wanted his cock too.

'You could be right Shane, I am kinda wrecked today and it's so warm'... ' Kinda wrecked, man I pulverized you, just admit you're a bitch. Go on seriously, when we get back, drop to your knees lick me clean beg me to fuck you, say please Shane, please fuck me hard, like the bitch you are'.

If Shane intended to push my buttons, it worked, I had to challenge his imputance, I could take him this time?

The walk back to our tent was surreal. Even our shadows on the sand, told a story, Shane behind me, block like, imposing, like an animal chasing his taller prey. Both of us buzzing with excitement about our pending fight for sexual supremacy. Both getting harder with each step.

We said nothing when we reached the tent, just sized each other up and dropped our beach trunks. Shane's eyes went straight to my cock, his tongue hanging out, dripping saliva, in awe of me. My cock took the compliment and flexed proudly.

It was his hairy thighs that caught my eyes, not heavy bush like hair but neat tough black hair, between his slabs of muscle. A bigger wirey bush over his meaty testicles and a fearsome, thick cock. He shot it out in my direction, like a canon ready to attack.

We were back were we had been almost 24 hours earlier, squaring up ready to fight for ass. Shane had the advantage, as things stood he had ravaged me. If he ploughed into me again it would be brutal.

I knew Shane was a powerful wrestler, I couldn't let him get a lock on me or I would be finished. He tried, lunging to headlock me, I shifted he missed, he ran straight at me, bulldozing me into the sand. We grappled on the sand, I got on top and pinned him, he tried to head scissors me off him. That was Shane's big mistake, sure he had explosive thighs but I had the reach over him and forced his legs down to his shoulders.

Shane was stuck on the sand, doubled over, his feet pinned by his ears, me on top. Now I had access to his ass. All I had to do was push down on his hamstrings and ankles to submit him. He squealed in agony, I pushed his legs wider and powered my cock into his ass.

Cocky Shane was panicking now, flailing in desperation. He was looser than I expected but rough enough inside to thrill me. His cock was rigid with excitement. 'aaaah, fuck, wasint ...aah fuck..expecting that, please you're in now yeah?' . ' ha no way Shane, not even close, im only in you're hallway, I'm being polite, wait until I get going'.

That moment was incredible, that feeling of power over Shane. He was so excited and yet anxious about the adventure about to take place inside him. I only had to probe slightly and was rewarded instantly with a blissful vibration all over my cock and down though my balls. This was going to be thrilling!