Long Road to Submission

The knocking on the door, three quick raps with considerable power behind them, jolted Trey from his sleep. “Hotop! Crain! Weigh-in is at ten!” Coach boomed from the other side. Trey rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and reached over Hunter’s sleeping frame to look at his phone, it was 9:30. He shot up, trying to get his thoughts in order.

“Do I need to come in there and whip you into shape?”

“Nope, we’re up!” Trey said, voice still scratchy. Coach barging in, with Trey and Hunter naked and covered in dried cum from last night's fucking would not be an ideal way to start their first meet of the season off. He nudged Hunter in the shoulder, who stirred to life, eyes fluttering open as he stretched awake.

“Good morning beautiful,” Hunter said as a way of greeting.

“Tell Coach you’re awake.” Trey hissed, not having time to process the rarely-seen affection from Hunter, must be the early-morning brain fog. Hunter looked at him in bewilderment, then reached for his phone and noted the time. His eyes flew open as he sat up and began looking for his clothes.

“Fuck, shit, yeah Coach we’re going!” 

“Meet in the lobby in ten minutes,” Coach replied, his footsteps receded and both of the guys let out a long exhale.

“Well, that kills morning sex I guess.” Hunter smiled. “Unless you want to take me in the shower?”

“Tempting, but no.” Trey replied, “I already have enough cum to wash off.”

“You really do explode don’t you?” Hunter smirked, “Like a little horny fire hydrant.”

“Never say that again please.” Trey laughed as he stepped into the shower and began scrubbing. As he washed off he could hear Hunter reorganizing their room, they’d spent enough time together that each knew the other's personal effects, it was a sweet gesture on Hunter’s part, and Trey tried not to look too much into it, reminding himself of Hunter’s many instances of rejecting romantic intimacy to scare the fantasy away. He finished cleaning off and stepped out into the small bathroom, where Hunter, still naked, was brushing his teeth. He spit out the foam and turned to face his fuckbuddy.

“You sure you don’t want just a little blowjob?” He smiled that shit-eating grin that Trey found adorable and arousing and set his toothbrush down before moving in and wrapping his arms around Trey’s waist, their dicks rubbing against each other, already stiffening. Trey let out a soft breath and Hunter’s fingers found their way to his hole, it quivered at the stimulation, and more than anything Trey wished they didn’t have anything to do today except stay in bed and test the limits of their pleasure. 

But they were collegiate athletes, even more, they were captains and role models. Trey cared about Hunter, but he knew what would happen if they gave in now. He removed Hunter’s hand from his ass and stepped around him to the sink. 

“Get a pin today, and I’ll let you call the shots tonight.” He offered.

Trey smiled, “Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing.”

Normally Trey would have stripped naked for weigh-in, he always found himself on the upper threshold of his weight class and would do anything that could shave a few ounces down. But lately, with his newfound attraction to the male form, he didn’t dare risk popping a boner in front of a bunch of guys that wouldn’t take kindly to thinking they were being lusted after. He approached the scale in his jockstrap and exhaled as he stepped on. The official adjusted the weights on the scale before declaring him two pounds from the upper limit of his class, his skipping breakfast in the rush to not be late had paid off.

He stepped to the side and Hunter stood on the scale, wearing the team's away singlet, yellow with black highlights that nicely accentuated Hunter’s bulge. Something about that was strange, he tried to catch a closer look, attempting to mask the fact that he was ogling his teammate's dick. Hunter, smack dab in the middle of his weight class, turned to step off the scale, giving Trey the view he needed to confirm his suspicion. He grabbed Hunter’s arm and moved him off the side.

“Dude, are you freeballing?” Trey whispered as the rest of his team got weighed behind them.

“You should try it sometime, it feels great.”

“Are you crazy?” It wasn’t the most out-there thing Trey had known Hunter to do, but it was up there, and extremely risky.

“Don’t worry about it, I wrestle better uninhibited, you would know.” Hunter broke Trey’s grasp and moved toward their locker room. Trey picked up both of their bags and followed, but found trouble figuring out what to say next. Everything he could think to say came off as either clingy, possessive, or dickish. Trey knew enough about Hunter as a person to know that any of those feelings would cause him to shut down. So he sighed, hiked up their bags, and trailed to the locker room as they began their stretches before the first match.

The rest of the team followed close behind, everyone had made weight and Coach was in a better mood because of it. Once they reached their designated locker room, Trey stepped into his singlet, reveling in the feeling of the spandex sliding over his body and hugging his frame as he slid the shoulder straps on. It was tight on him, more so than they were supposed to be, but didn’t inhibit his movement, Trey could never go commando like Hunter was doing, not unless he wanted everyone to have a very good idea of what his cock looked like. No, thank you.

Warm-ups went well, Trey and Hunter continued to lead the team well together, and in the weeks since being named captains, they had managed to gain the respect of the other wrestlers. They wouldn’t follow either of them into battle, but they would listen when shit needed to get done. Lean and limber and ready to go, the team strode out onto the mats, ready to kick some ass. It was a quad meet, which meant that each wrestler could have no more than two matches, which meant there was little need to conserve energy for future bouts. 

Trey had his first match in the first round and jogged over to the mat, where his opponent, who was four inches shorter but built like a barrel, bounced on his feet to remain limber. Trey surveyed the rest of the space. There were six matts in total, and the stands were about a quarter filled, the schools were smaller and as such did not have the dedicated fans large universities could count on. Trey’s family had informed him that they wouldn’t be able to attend but planned on coming later in the season. He didn’t know why but their absence put him at ease, and he extended his hand to shake with his opponent. 

The ref blew the whistle and the match began. Despite his attempts to stretch out, it was obvious that his opponent was more of a blunt object, seeking to overpower with sheer force before the other guy could maneuver out. And sure enough, after they’d circled the mat once Trey’s opponent rushed him, grabbing for the leg, he hopped out of the way and went to grapple, hands on shoulders, each pushing against the other. Trey had the height but his opponent had concentrated mass and in a moment he was on his ass and his opponent had his legs, quickly maneuvering him into a pin. It couldn’t be over this quickly, he’d be humiliated. Trey twisted his body, leveraging his momentum out of the attempted pin, wriggling his foot free, and shooting up. His opponent followed quickly and the rest of the match was a no-holds-barred throwdown, each trying everything in their arsenal to get the other down on the mat. At the end of the seven minutes they both stood, sweaty and exhausted, as the ref lifted Trey’s hand in the air, squeaking out a victory on points. He hobbled back to the bench and sat down, Liam gave him a pat on the back before heading off to his next match and Jared congratulated him as he held a Kleenex to his bloody nose. 

“Hey, where’s Hunter?” He asked him, stretching out, he contemplated slipping back into his warm-up gear but was so hot he elected to stay in the singlet, the spandex sliding over his skin as he extended. Fuck, maybe this did make him horny.

“He’s about to start, over there on the other side.” Jared pointed across the arena where, sure enough, Hunter was doing his last-minute stretches as his opponent arrived. Trey popped out of his seat and made his way through the wrestlers, coaches, and refs to Hunter’s mat, taking and seat and shooting Hunter a thumbs up when he noticed him. Hunter returned the gesture with a wink before shaking his opponent's hand and getting into position. 

Trey knew that Hunter was a good wrestler, compared to the other guys in their division he was great. He had the technique and the intelligence to size an opponent up and figure out how to subvert their strengths and exploit their weaknesses. This made it all the more surprising when Hunter lunged for his opponent's leg, and the other guy dropped his weight and grabbed Hunter’s far leg in the seconds after they hit the mat, sending him into a spladle. With the other guy keeping his shoulders off the mat, all Hunter could do was struggle as his opponent accrued points. And due to the compromising position of the splade and the sweat staining Hunter’s singlet. It was visible to everyone watching the match that Hunter was freeballing, and his ass and hole were being displayed to any who cared to watch. Trey shouted encouragement to Hunter while trying to keep his cock from growing in his singlet. It wasn’t great that he was getting his ass kicked in his first meet, but he’d also never looked better. 

Eventually, the coach called the round for his opponent on points and they disengaged. Trey looked to the stands. Fewer people were spectating here than at the other matches, there were only about a dozen spectators, all but one of them wearing the colors of Hunter’s opponent and cheering wildly for him. But it was the other man that caught Trey’s attention.

He looked to be in his mid-40s or early fifties, with short black hair beginning to turn gray parted in a wave to the side and a body that suggested regular, but not excessive, gym use. He smiled when the round ended, revealing light wrinkles around his eyes and forehead, and Trey honestly found it kind of attractive. Actually, he didn’t need to pretend to justify his attraction, the guy was hot, plain and simple, the ideal silver fox/daddy type. And, coincidentally, he was eyeing Hunter, his gaze filled with what could only be described as naked desire. Trey’s gaze traveled south and noted the bulge in his business pants. Clearly, Hunter’s stunt had garnered a reaction. Trey looked back to Hunter and saw him look up to the man. The man smiled and rubbed his crotch before giving a nod to Hunter. The next round began, and within forty-five seconds Hunter had his opponent pinned, handily taking the victory.

Trey and Hunter both won their second matches. Trey eked out a pin in overtime while Hunter decimated his next opponent in points, though not before falling victim to several moves that put his package and ass on full display. And each time Hunter found his cock straining against the fabric, or his ass-cheeks stretching apart to expose his hole, there was the man, subtly stroking his dick and giving Hunter nods of approval. Trey didn’t know what to do, was it some sort of spontaneous flirtation? Did Hunter know the man? Was this some horny college recruiter trying to seduce Hunter to move to a bigger school? He didn’t have anything to go on and wasn’t sure how to go about getting more information. Hunter made a beeline to him once their matches finished, tired but triumphant. Trey met him in the middle and Hunter pulled him into a bro hug, he tried not to get excited feeling their torsos against each other.

“I’m so horny right now I’m about to bust,” Hunter whispered into his ear. “Fuck me in the locker room?”

Trey broke the hug and began walking to the locker rooms, not giving a response. When he didn’t hear footsteps following he turned. Hunter had not moved, was still standing in the same position, looking at Trey, asking for permission. He weighed his options, the intimacy versus the risk, the pleasure versus Hunter’s behavior, but he knew there was never really a choice. He motioned Hunter along and the two strode toward the locker rooms. 

“Awards are in twenty, we’ll have to be quick.”

They had barely taken two steps into the locker room and not even checked if the place was empty before Hunter grabbed Trey by the ass, twisted him around, and planted their mouths together. Their lips smashed against each other, and their tongues wrestled to get inside the other's mouth, Hunter pressed in harder and Trey obliged, moving their torsos together until their rock-hard cocks strained against their singlets as they rubbed against each other. They were exhausted but that only added to the arousal, the sweat and exertion bringing their hormones upon them like waves, pushing in and breathing out. Hunter ran his hands over Trey’s head, feeling the prickle of his almost buzz cut before pushing his head back and breaking the kiss. Hunter looked into Trey’s eyes, hungry, and horny, it was obvious what he wanted, to get his ass absolutely pounded where anyone could walk in.

Unfortunately, Trey wasn’t that prone to risk. He planted another full-mouth kiss on Hunter, savoring the last of his lips, before breaking away. “You’re gonna suck me in the shower stalls, alright?”

“Yes sir,” Hunter said with a twinge of sarcasm, they crossed to an open stall, about ten feet wide with a bench along one of the walls, and closed the door behind them. Trey pushed Hunter against the door and the kissing began again, on his lips, his neck, his ears, his throat, there wasn’t any part of him that Trey didn’t want. Hunter ran his fingers through Trey’s hair as he went lower, licking along the sweat-stained fabric until he was resting at Hunter’s bulge, rock-hard and throbbing.

“I need this in my mouth.”

“You want to suck my cock? Big man likes dick?” Hunter responded between breaths of pleasure, playing along. The original plan of Trey topping already out the window.

“I love your dick.”

“Then take it.”

Trey ripped Hunter’s straps off his shoulders and rolled the fabric down until his cock, glistening with sweat and precum, popped out. Trey took it into his mouth, pushing all six inches of Hunter’s dick down his throat until his face was buried in pubes. He took a deep breath in, savoring the scent, savoring the feeling of giving pleasure. He ran his lips from base to tip, savoring the ridges as Hunter moaned his approval. It was heaven, it was what he was meant for. In that moment all he was good for was sucking cock and he was determined to excel. He caressed Hunter’s balls, took them into his mouth, and applied just enough pressure to make Hunter squirm while he pumped his cock with his hand. Then he kissed the tip, licking around the head, Hunter’s hips bucked in approval, and Trey once again deep-throated, by now his face covered in fluid.

“Spit on me.” He breathed.

“Are you sure?” Hunter asked.

“I want it.”

And so Hunter spit on Trey, hitting him right on the eye and the cheek, he felt his cock getting ready to explode and stripped off his singlet and jock until they were both naked. He jerked himself off as his mouth continued to work Hunter’s shaft, the tension increasing to a fever pitch until Hunter’s breaths were short and frantic. Then the sound of the door to the locker room opening, half a dozen voices all clamoring at once. The rest of the team.

“Oh fuck.” Trey clamped his lips around Hunter as he exploded, the sticky sweet taste of cum flooding into his mouth again and again as he orgasmed, the fluid running down his throat. Fuck he was cuming a lot. Trey swallowed the first batch as the second came, making sure to breathe through his nose until Hunter calmed down and Trey swallowed the second load. He felt his gag reflex kick in and did everything in his power to suppress it, he couldn’t fathom his teammates, the closest thing he had to friends, hearing him choke on cock.

Finally empty, Hunter leaned back, taking his cock with him and smiling. “Damn dude you were like, a full-on cock whore.” He whispered. “Didn’t know you had it in you.” Trey stood and sat on the bench next to Hunter, through the frosted glass they looked like one silhouette from the side. He was finally able to concentrate on his teammates' conversation.

“Fuck man I’m tired of getting my ass kicked,” Micah said. Was the whole team in there?

“Normally I’d sympathize with you,” Dimitrius started, “but you totally should have had that second guy.” 

“He was freakishly agile!”

“You’re supposed to be a freakishly agile dude. Coach is going to have you doing yoga for the next three weeks to get your flexibility up.” This from Jared.

“You and Hunter, what the fuck was he doing getting tied up so much?” Marshall said. Trey looked to Hunter, who shrugged. Sometimes that’s just what happens. Except Trey knew that it wasn’t in this case.

“Who knows with him, man? And to still win both on top of all that?” Dimitrius said.

“Oh, he’s really fucking good there’s no denying that,” Marshall Continued, “Which makes it weird that it happened.”

“It’s the first meet of the season we’re getting the kinks out,” Micah said. Then no one said anything. Trey and Hunter looked at each other, had they left?

“Hurry up guys, awards in ten,” Marshall said. “Where are Trey and Hunter?”

“Probably exploring each other’s bodies,” Aaron said, followed by a chorus of laughs. Trey stiffened in his seat, his breathing slowed to almost nothing.

“Wait, are they like… actually?” Marshall asked.

“I mean I don’t have first-hand knowledge. But if I was a betting man I’d put money down on that.” Aaron said.

“No way dude,” Liam said. “Can’t see it.”

“Hunter’s gay though. And Trey has given exactly zero in the way of personal details to anyone except Hunter. Plus they’re always at each other's places.” Dimitrius said.

“Hate to break it to you, but two guys hanging out alone doesn’t always lead to homosexual fucking.” Liam responded.

“I’m just saying I wouldn’t be surprised,” Aaron said. “As long as they keep winning matches I don’t care about anything else they’ve got going on.”

“And if they start losing matches?” Liam asked.

“Well, then I’ll start caring about them winning matches.” Everyone laughed and the conversation continued as the rest of the team left for awards. Once they were sure the room was empty they both stepped out and began changing in silence. Trey tried to think of anything else besides the conversation that his teammates had just ended. The openness of their fucking, coupled with the seeming nonchalance of the team was confusing. Would it be better to come out that way if he and Hunter were still only fucking? Would that change the team dynamic with both of them as captains? If he had his way no one would ever know anything until he knew it himself. He was tired of always being on the outside of his own emotions. For once he wanted to know where he stood with himself and everyone he cared about. He finished changing into shorts and a tee and exited the locker room, not waiting for Hunter.

The team waltzed into the lobby of the hotel, gold medals around everyone’s necks. Cocky and riding high at their first collective victory of the season. Standing by the front desk were a smattering of friends, family members, and significant others coming to greet the team. Trey instinctively moved to the side, knowing he would be alone, Hunter followed until they were leaning against a pillar. They hadn’t spoken much since the bathroom conversation, they’d each given small speeches to the team about how proud they were and had briefly discussed what the rest of the weekend would look like (no mention of sex) but anything important had been carefully sidestepped in favor of an uncomfortable silence.

“Hunter!” A clear, masculine voice rang out. Both men turned their heads to see the man watching Hunter from before approach, flashing a big smile that showed just how well he was aging. “My boy! So proud of you today.” He gave Hunter a hug, which Hunter returned. Trey couldn’t help but feel they held for slightly longer than was appropriate. “Oh! Where are my manners?” The man broke the hug and extended a hand to Trey. “I’m Adam, Hunter’s uncle.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Trey.”

“This is Trey?” Adam said to Hunter, then to Trey. “He’s told me a lot about you, all good things I promise.” He laughed. “Great to finally meet you.”

“You too, you said you were his uncle?” Trey had no memory of Hunter mentioning family beyond his Mother, and even her coming up in conversation was a rare occurrence.

“Formally estranged Uncle, came back to help when his mother got sick, bless her heart.” He flashed another smile and Trey’s bullshit detector flicked on. But before he had a chance to question him further he had continued. “Well, Hunter and I were going to go out for a bite to eat, shouldn’t be too long.”

“Yeah,” Trey tried to think of a way to tag along for more information but couldn’t. “Sounds good.”

“I’ll be back later,” Hunter said as he and Adam left. As they turned out of the hotel Trey could swear he saw Adam’s hand float down to Hunter’s ass, but he couldn’t be sure. He looked around and saw that everyone else on the team was going out with their families and only now wished he had someone to spend the evening with. Instead, he ordered a pizza and went to his room.

It was almost midnight at Hunter still hadn’t come back yet. Trey had finished off half the pizza, watched a documentary for his film class, and written the paper on it. There was nothing else to do except wonder what Hunter was doing with his uncle if that was who he really was. 

Trey got up and slipped his laptop back into his backpack. Hunter had arranged all of their bags in a neat line along one of the walls and his bag of sex toys from the night before was next to Trey’s laptop bag. He considered his options, it was late, he was mildly horny, and Hunter probably wasn’t coming back any time soon. He stowed the computer away and opened up the bag, thinking that maybe he could try out the gimp hood, or at the very least fuck himself with the dildo. He’d been craving insertion ever since last night and wanted to experience the sensation again.

But the bag was empty, completely cleaned out. Trey stared for a moment, uncomprehending. He had seen those sex toys, he was sure of it. He rifled through the rest of Hunter’s bags, and then through his own, no sign of anything used for pleasure. He sat on the bed dumbfounded. Had he imagined it after all? In the haze of desire he was in? It was another weird occurrence for an already weird day and he was getting tired of doing all of the guessing. He repacked both of their bags and exited into the hallway, looking for a vending machine.

The only spot he could find to get bottled water was in the lobby, this late at night the place was completely deserted except for the receptionist. Trey found the vending machine and inserted his money, looking through the front windows as his request was processed. He squinted as a truck with inordinately bright headlights pulled in. He squinted and turned back to the machine to retrieve his water. By the time he had turned back, the lights were off and he couldn’t see inside. He turned to walk back to the elevator but stopped when he heard the front doors open. Turning around, he saw Hunter walking towards him. When Hunter noticed he froze, eyes wide. His face glistened in a way that Trey couldn’t recognize.

“Dude?” Trey hissed. Walking up and grabbing him by the arm.

“Don’t worry about it,” Hunter said as Trey pulled him into the vending machine nook and pushed him against the wall. Hunter made a slight moaning sound as his back collided with the wall, mouth agape for a moment before the sensation passed, settling into a steely gaze on Trey, who leaned in to see that Hunter’s face was covered in cum, loads of it in his hair and all the way down to his neck.

“What the fuck?”

“I can explain,” Hunter said, sighing with exhaustion. “Can we just get to the room please?” 

“You gonna wipe that cum off your face?” Trey asked.

“Not yet.” And with that Hunter moved past Trey and beelined for the elevator.

Once they stepped inside the room Hunter snapped a quick selfie of his face, sent it to someone, then beelined for the shower. Trey, still reeling, sat on the bed and watched him undress. Even after pulling another stunt like this Trey still found him attractive. That is until Hunter pulled down his underwear and turned, revealing a large silicone base protruding from his ass. 

Trey immediately shot to his feet. “What the fuck is that?”

Hunter turned, “never seen a butt plug before?”

“That looks huge.”

“It is, help me pull it out.”

Reluctantly Trey stood and crossed to Hunter. The base was flat and black and about the size of his palm. He grabbed the lip in two places, pushing in slightly at first and causing Hunter to unleash another moan.

“Be careful, I don't think my prostate can take much more.”

“You better tell me everything after this,” Trey said, getting a better grip and beginning to pull out.

“I promise I’ll tell you ever– FUCK Jesus” he exclaimed as Trey removed the fist-sized plug from Hunter’s hole, which gapped and flexed around the missing space. Trey found himself entranced by the pulsing flesh, by the ability to look right down the hole he’d plowed so many times before. He felt the rush of blood to his cock again and Hunter turned and saw his expression, instantly knowing what Trey would ask.

“Get on the bed,” Hunter said. Trey obeyed, sitting on the edge and stripping naked as Hunter approached. 

“Are you sure?” Trey asked, “That looked pretty intense.”

“If we’re being honest, it feels weird that there’s nothing up there.” Hunter responded, “And I’m always down to do it with you.”

Hunter wrapped his arms around Trey’s neck and leaned in for a kiss. It was slow, sensuous, exploratory without the hunger they normally made out with. Hunter moved his legs forward until his ass was over Trey’s dick, and he slid in with no problem and no lube. They both gasped as the pleasure manifested itself, then grew as Hunter thrust his hips on Trey’s cock. Moving in unison, they knew just how to turn the other one on. Hunter wrapped his arms around Trey and moved in for a kiss, not breaking their mouths away as they continued to buck and sway in the way their bodies desired. Trey found that even Hunter’s loose hole still aroused him and pushed further and further inside him, prompting further cries of pleasure from the pair as Hunter buried his head into Trey’s shoulder. Their thrusting reached a fever pitch, Trey drilling Hunter’s already wrecked hole with each movement upwards, pounding his prostate until, with a gasp and a shudder, Trey felt his hot semen running down his chest. Moments later he felt himself arrive and promptly busted his pent-up load into Hunter’s hole, flooding it until the cum dripped down onto his own cock. He lifted Hunter off of him and laid him down on the bed, panting, red, exhausted, cum dripping from his ass. 

“Trey,” Hunter breathed, “I love you.”

Trey was taken aback by this sudden, impossible-to-misinterpret gesture of affection. He swallowed and turned to the man who had become almost his everything over the past months. His stomach churned, and he swallowed once, twice.

“Take a shower, then tell me everything.”