Brando's Feet

Tempted as I was to explore Aaron's evidence, I wasn't about to get caught in a row between two young grapplers.

Aaron's story was incredible but he wasn't the sort to exaggerate. I replayed the drama in my mind. Josh, overpowering Brando, Brando becoming his bitch?

Some of that made sense, Josh was certainly a capable MMA fighter. His fight stats were solid and he submitted several opponents by triangle choke. The difficulty for his opponents was not so much Josh's speed but more his stature. Though short, he's 100% compacted solid muscle. Anyone fighting Josh would be safest trying to use reach against him. The danger arose when Josh got close and locked his opponents. I've seen so many taller fighters, struggle and fade, between his muscular legs.

Brando is equally as strong and slightly taller. Could Josh have traingle choked him? Absolutely he could, I've seen him do it before when the lads practiced.

I remember thinking how brutal Josh's scissors lock was. He had Brando in so tight, I couldn't see Brando's head. Only Josh's thick muscular legs were visible.

Somewhere inside Brando was buried and had to tap on Josh's leg to submit. When he emerged from the darkness he looked ravaged.

I could see Josh losing control if as Aaron suggested, Brando had threatened to fuck him. So yes Aaron's story was credible.

The part that didn't compute was Brando being so submissive. Maybe to survive, he had to be?

Aaron wasn't the only one spreading storys. Brando's girlfriend Stacey had posted a different account on social media. According to her, Josh was drunk and started kissing her. She says she pushed him off and called Brando. Stacy's account suggested Brando had taught Josh a lesson.

In reality as I discovered , there was much more going on than either Aaron or Stacy suspected.

It was Wednesday night, just after a gym session at the local club, I heard a grappling session on the exhibition floor. The gym is right above the exhibition floor, with a clear view.

On the mats, Josh and Brando. At first I couldn't tell one from the other. Two slabs of muscle, naked apart from tight grappling trunks, interlocked, entangled. Enough testosterone there to power an army.

The fighter with the white trunks had his back to me, He was mounting the other fighter, at first sitting on his waist, but then smothering him under his chest.

I guessed it had to be Brando on top. Not just because of his thick, muscular back, but this was his technique. He would wrestle his opponent flat on the mat, use his legs to push his opponents wide so they couldn't kick out and then pin them under his chest, using his body weight and heat to weaken them.

Brando spreadeagled over Josh was a stunning sight. Thanks to the exhibition lights above, his white trunks were virtually see through. His butt was athletic and tight and his balls bulged over Joshs crotch. I hadn't expected to see Josh's cock but it was visible though his grey trunks, just below Brando's ass, and it was as hard as fuck.

I couldn't see much more of Josh, except his legs, spread apart at the ankles by Brando's.

That was another stunning sight. They both had incredible legs . Bigger than most lads. Josh had more hair and bigger calf muscles but Brando's quads and hamstrings had a good inch or two on Josh.

Josh was shut off from everything except Brando, his face pinned under Brando's chest, his arms stretched out by Brando's.

The muffled groan was Josh struggling under Brando. The stain on the mat his sweat.

On top Brando was strong and vigorous.

I'd sat down after the gym to relax. I didn't expect the grappling session below to be so erotic. My cock was so hard now I couldn't move. What if they heard me, saw me turned on, by their fight?

I felt guilty getting thrills, just watching them training. That feeling didn't last long. I quickly realized I wasn't the only one excited.

'How does it feel there Josh, getting a bit hot, sticky, finding it hard to breathe?' . Josh's speech was mumbled, he couldn't form words with Brando's pecs in his mouth. 'Ah poor little Josh, having trouble speaking too?. Don't worry you might suffer, plead, beg, but you will survive.'

Brando left Josh struggling for another 15 minutes before he spoke again. 'I know you're loving this Josh, I can feel you're little cock trying to reach my butt. You don't get my butt or my cock, that's the real torture for you. I could put you to sleep now, face fuck you, fuck you. But you're not getting any of it, my cum, my cock, is for my girlfriend, my ass is mine alone.'

Josh's cock throbbed in desperation. It couldn't reach its target. Brando was right, this was the worst punishment for Josh. 'You really think I didn't let you face fuck me the other night? I did, Ill try anything and you tasted good. You're little ego had you thinking you dominated me? First you try it on with my girlfriend and she rejects you then I drain you're cum. Still think you were in charge?.

I couldn't take much more of this erotic fight, I had to stroke my cock.

Brando continued to taunt Josh: 'What should I do to you Josh, get you to suck you're own cock, eat you're own cum? Maybe I should choke you out, the arm triangle would work from here. Then pull those little shorts off you and post some naked shots to you're Instagram. Wouldn't do much for you're up and coming fighter profile..more like up and cumming ha ha'? 

Josh moaned and flailed under Brando. ' What was that Joshy boy, you begging for cock, submitting, maybe you just want to lick me? Don't worry though, I wouldn't choke you out, unless we're in a real fight, I don't want to ruin that cute face. I look after all my possessions, including you'.

I was so enthralled by Brando's deep voice and masterful put downs, I didn't even notice cumming. It was only when my shorts dampened and my hand was covered in warm creamy cum, that I realized.

Josh was as close as he could get too. Precum was visible on his grappling trunks but Brando made sure he was shy of his target.

The two lads looked so good together. I think they were both hot for each other.

Josh managed to manouever his neck to turn sideways. I could just about see the edge of his profile. It wasn't just air he wanted, his tongue started lashing Brando's armpit.

'Good boy Joshy, keep that up you're learning fast, you can have my sweat but not the good stuff'.

Josh slurped every drop of juice he could reach and begged Brando to let him lick the other side.

'Ill do the other side now Brando, just let me turn around'  'You must be thirsty Josh, or was the taste so good?' 'Seriously Brando you taste good, I'll blow you ? 'told you before Joshy, you don't get my cum, you get my leftovers but yeah I'll shift off you an inch so you can turn and lick my other pit'

As Josh licked him, Brando's butt cheeks tightened, his cock was getting harder, he might not be able to control it, Josh might get his cum after all'.

It was a struggle but like a master, Brando controlled it, he wasn't going to let Josh have it.

'Are we good now Josh, at the end of the day you're my mate but I have to set the rules?' 'Yeah Brando, good, you're rules'.

Brando rising up off Josh was incredible. I could finally see the extent of his hard on. How the fuck did he control that monster? Under him Josh was saturated with sweat. He must of lost several kilos trying to fight off Brando's body heat.

As Brando sat back, Josh tried again to get his cock near Brando's ass. 'oh you little prick, literally, youre not getting my fucking ass. On you're knees now and start licking my feet, that's what you're getting and don't touch you're fucking cock, I don't care how excited you get licking my leftovers'.

Josh was tormented, licking Brando's feet feverishly but unable to satisfy his raging cock.

By now I had shot three loads and was heavy with cum. I wasn't going anywhere in public.

It wasn't the first time Brando's feet drew my attention. He always wore Adidas blue and white trainers, something about the size (maybe 11) the fit, his hairy ankle, something was hot about those feet.

Now I was thinking it was their perfection. You don't see feet with thick strong ankles, straight toes and perfect arches. His were, they just looked athletic. I was jealous of Josh. I would lick Brando anytime if I could. Maybe I could?

Josh left nothing dry, Brando was well serviced. Josh reached for his cock and instantly his cum gushed out, all over Brando's ankles and feet.

'you thick bollox, clean it up Josh, get licking'.

That must have tasted so good, cum off Brando's thick hairy ankle, cum off his feet.

On one level Josh was totally degraded not even in control of his own cum, but on another level, he'd satisfied some primal urge.

These lads were discovering hidden depths to their friendship, I wanted to be part of their journey.