Mickey's Load

At some stage I fell asleep. Mickey had me worn out under him. I had the most crazy dream. I was watching that German lad wrestling, the one Mickey spoke about.

He was young, maybe 20, wearing a blue Adidas singlet, with white stripes down the side, no socks and blue Adidas wrestling trainers, also with white stripes. His singlet was body tight, every move he made revealed a tight muscle formation. He was super fast, super fit. I watched him tumble, backflip and throw his practice partner around the mat circle. He was stunning, handsome, baby faced with blond cropped hair and a spikey face growth.

'Blondlad' just kept slamming the other wrestlers on the mat and pinning them, one after another. Then he turned to me and shouted in German. He was holding me in the air for a minute and then slammed me down.

On the mat he had my left leg intertwined with his right leg while his arms stretched my other leg in the opposite direction. He rolled me over onto my back and split me apart. Blondlad had me in the dreaded spladle or his version of it, a 'banana split'.

I was in agony, Blondlad was grinning with pride as executed the spladle and split me open. He was laughing, speaking German and waving his training partner over.

His teammates all laughed at me as they departed for the showers.

Blondlad's training partner remained, he was a rough little fucker, shorter than Blondlad maybe 5 ft 7, but stocky. His head was shaved down to a ' 'skinhead' number two blade. He was built like a wrestler in his prime. His legs were unnaturally muscular and covered in stubbly black hair.

The spladle is not just painful, it is humiliating, my crotch was wide open to everyone.

'Skinhead' found this very funny. He pointed to my shorts and my stiff cock and laughed. He started kicking my cock lightly with his foot. Everytime it bounced back he grinned.

Blondlad was shaking with laughter as he pulled me apart, stretching me as hard as he could.

Skinhead wanted to maximize my humiliation, he lifted my cock out over the top of my shorts, so Blondlad could see me naked. Skinhead kept pushing my cock down flat with his foot and counting a three second pin. It was like he was joking about wrestling my cock. I couldn't understand what they said, but they were very amused.

Skinhead grabbed his gym bag and pulled out a muscle top. He folded it and tied a knot at one end. He grinned at Blondlad and then started striking me in the arse with it. He was a sadistic fucker, laughing the more I screamed. Then he picked one spot and kept pounding that.

Blondlad wanted to switch roles, maybe he thought Skinhead was having more fun. When skinhead took control of the spladle I thought I would snap apart. Blondlad had been brutal but Skinhead didn't understand mercy.

Blondlad was in his element now. Parading around the mat, joking, flexing his biceps.

He sat in front of me, grabbed me by the hair and pointed at his bicep. Then he let go. My head flopped back down. Blondlad pulled me straight back up, this time he was licking his bicep. Skinhead yanked me apart, to reinforce the messsge.

Licking Blondlad's bicep was easy: his bicep was peaked, veined perfection. It just made me harder though.

It was evident Blondlad had a big ego. He posed and flexed, while I licked him.

Every few minutes Skinhead grunted at me in German, before pulling me harder.

It was Blondlad who decided they should double spladle me. Skinhead pulled my left leg in one direction while Blondlad pulled my right in the other direction.

I was in total agony, the Germans loved every minute of it. There came a point where I couldn't struggle anymore. That's when they released the spladle.

I managed to to get to my knees but I couldn't stand. My legs, my groin, my back were all in agony.

Blondlad laughed and tripped me every time I tried to stand. Skinhead came from behind me and locked me into a standing headscissors.

The more he powered into the side of my neck, the louder Blondlad laughed.

Skinheads legs were massive. I grabbed his inner thighs to try and wedge them open. It was impossible he was too strong.

He dragged me over to the pull up stand, locked on a figure four and raised his body up. It was high enough to stretch me into a choke with his thick calf under my neck. But not high enough for me to stand and counter the pressure.

I was starting to fade and was tapping furiously, Blondlad was laughing. I looked down at Skinheads calf muscle and realized it was covered in reddish hair.

That was the moment I started to wake. The German lads appeared so real, but it was just another sign that Mickey was in my head.

I was still under Mickey's weight bench, there was no sign of him. I realized he had exhausted me until I collapsed into sleep.

I heard him in the corner ordering pizza. 'Yeah two protein plus and beer'. He was on his X box when I got to him. ' Oh it's soft lad finally awake' he taunted.

'what the fuck happened Mickey'? ' what happened was I sat on you, drained you, put you to sleep. In other words without much effort I dominated youre ass. But seeing as though your buying pizza and beer, I decided to give you a break. You were mumbling some German shit in your sleep'.

'Mickey you fucking used my phone again to buy stuff'. He just laughed: 'victor gets the spoils, think of me like a Viking, raping and pillaging you'. It was 6.30 pm I was still drained, Mickey had dominated all day. I had to get my energy back,so the food sounded good.

' I'll make another bit of Mickey health juice to give you energy while we wait for pizza.'

I was grateful for the drink and asked if I could shower. 'No point, your just going to be fucked up by me again, so just accept it'.

I didn't want to set Mickey off before I had my energy back, so I just nodded.

He was really pushing it though. 'i ordered new trainers as well, on your phone, and some gymshark stuff, have to look sharp'.

He was looking for me to react, to give him a chance to attack, so I just agreed.

I really needed the food when it arrived and after coffee I was beginning to feel alive again.

'Mickey was busy on X Box , so I got a good break.

About an hour after dinner he started on me again.

Without any warning he grabbed me by the neck and dragged me back to the gym.

He threw me on the floor and started pacing around me. He was still naked apart from a tight pair of grey grappling shorts and a pair of trainers.

We faced off. We had been here before. This was my strong point, I had the reach.

That's not what happened. Mickey adapted. I didn't know what hit me, until it was too late. He got me in a flying triangle choke. I was flat on the mat, locked face up into his crotch with his calf muscle powering into the back of my neck. His his other leg completed the triangle.

I had only been in this hold once before at a college BJJ trial. The triangle is a powerful submission choke hold, the seated triangle adds body weight.

Mickey's build was perfect for this lock. Powerful muscular legs and a solid stocky frame.

I was submitting the moment I hit the ground. Mickey knew he had me now. The chances of escaping this were almost zero.

Earlier he had just sat on me and defeated me. Now I was back under him, this time in a choke hold.

Mickey didn't have to make much effort to choke me. He was so heavy and muscular that the triangle was active without him having to exert pressure. It was enough to keep me weak and he knew it.

I had no idea what he was going to do to me this time.