Daddy Arbitrator v. Cocky Younger Alpha Male

From Hotel Bar to Hotel Room Wrestling Match

Round One

Chairman Bartholomew Williams enjoyed a very cold, straight up gin Martini with green olives.  He sat at the bar in the swanky hotel in The Hague.  It had been a long day but as chairman he needed to limit his alcoholic intake and get ready for the next day of hearings.  Just one drink and then he’d review his notes back in his room and hopefully get a full eight hours of sleep.

His weight lifting workout had ended, well, awkwardly.  Had Jay Pritchard actually propositioned him?  Or just flirted?  Bart had mumbled some excuse about needing a shower.  He almost said a cold shower.  And he had left the hotel gym before matters went any further.  In the shower, Williams had jerked his eight inch cock to the memory of the cocky blonde-haired lawyer’s dick and balls.  And his smell, which was so masculine and almost overpowering.  He found himself wondering if Jay was a top or bottom or versatile.  He guessed a top.  Too bad.  Oh, what he’d do to the well-built counsel once he had him on all fours or possibly with his legs draped on Bart’s shoulders.  How he would pound that cocky alpha male’s hole and make the brash younger lawyer moan like a muscle bottom bitch boy.

Williams felt his cock plumping up again.  He was having difficulty concentrating.  Maybe he should have climaxed in the shower.  Just edging himself had made him even hornier.  He took another sip of his Martini.  “Is this seat taken?” said a low gravely voice.  “What…what?” replied Bart, looking up to see the smirking lawyer.  “Uh, no, no, I was just having a drink before going to my room to get prepared for tomorrow’s hearing.  You’re welcome to join me, Jay.”  Pritchard slid onto the chair next to the silver-haired arbitrator.  He flagged down the Dutch bartender and ordered a Manhattan then turned back to Bart.  “Hey, I do want to apologize for any strangeness in the gym.  I forgot to bring extra briefs and, well, that’s why I guess you got a pretty good look at my…my equipment.”

Bart smiled at the handsome 35-something alpha male.  “I was…surprised, but I…didn’t mind the view.  You’re packing some impressive heat, Jay.  But we need to be professional about this.  Agreed?”  The arbitrator looked solemn and sipped his Martini again. 

For a second, Pritchard thought Williams might be coming onto him but then he had pivoted.  Maybe they did need to keep the situation professional.  In less than 12 hours, Jay would be at counsel’s table questioning the next witness.  But he couldn’t contain his brashness.  The lawyer leaned close and whispered into the arbitrator’s ear.  “Your cut cock must be about eight inches.  It was standing at attention in your gym shorts, as I think you know.  I’m kind of daydreaming about it and wondering if you shave or trim your pubes.”  Bart couldn’t contain a snort.  Jay wasn’t backing down.  Be careful, Bart thought to himself, be careful.  But how often did such an opportunity come along?  “Trimmed…I keep my black pubes trimmed.”

“Nice,” the lawyer sighed.  He whispered “I bet you enjoy it when your partner’s nose rubs against those pubes as he services your thick cut dick.  You probably hold his head in place and face fuck him hard.”  Bart snorted again, then coughed.  His cock was erect in his slacks.  Jay was trouble, big trouble.

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“So are you a top, bottom or versatile?” asked Jay Pritchard as the two men walked to the hotel elevator.  “That’s a little forward, Jay,” said Bart.  “Well?” asked the lawyer.  “Uh, normally a top.  Not always.  But usually.  What do they call that vers top?”  “Yep,” responded Jay, “I’m usually a top as well.  My 6’4” frame can really drill a needy bottom into the headboards.  I guess we’d have to wrestle or something to decide whose hole would be pounded.”  He grinned mischievously at the older man, then added “Woof.”  “Wrestle?” Bart asked.  “I used to wrestle in college,” Jay explained as the hotel elevator door opened, “And I belong to a local gay wrestling league in New York City.  There's also a gay wrestling fed operating in the tri-state area with some muscle studs. So I was partly serious.”  “Interesting,” Bart replied, “Gay wrestling is kind of a kink of mine.”

The two rode up in the elevator.  They were both staying on the fourth floor of the hotel.  As the elevator door opened, Bart turned to the handsome alpha male.  “Well, I guess this is good night, Jay.  It’s been…enlightening, shall we say.”  Jay put on a pouty look.

“Really, you’re not going to invite me in for a nightcap?”  

“I don’t know.  That sounds like a bad idea, Mr. Pritchard.”  

“Oh it’s Mr. Pritchard again, I see.  How about a little wrestling on your bed?”  

Bart wanted badly to overpower and dominate this cocky blonde-haired man.  He worried he’d regret it, though, win or lose.  But not so much that he said no.  

“Ok, I’ll wrestle you.  Best two out of three falls by…by KO or submission, on my bed.”  

“Sounds like you know something about wrestling, Mr. Chairman,” Jay laughed, then added “Winner takes all.”  He winked and explained, “stakes, that is if you’re willing to put your ass on the line?”  Williams looked into the younger lawyer’s gray blue eyes.  “Fine,” he said, “but it’ll be your ass on the line as well.”  “Deal,” Jay said.

“This is my room,” Bart said as they came up to Room 412.  He placed his plastic card on the reader, watched the light turn green and opened the door.  Williams led the lawyer into the large luxury suite.  The bedroom with a king size bed was in the back room along with an ensuite bathroom.  “Make yourself comfortable, Jay, I’m just going to get prepped.”  “Thoughtful of you,” snorted Jay.  “You’re doing that cause you want my cut cock up your hole?”  Bart laughed.  “Hardly, I hope you’ve prepped, too, Mr. Pritchard.”  “Not yet.” the cocky lawyer replied, “Give me a minute, too,  Your suite has two bathrooms.  I’ll use the one out here.  Oh and could I borrow a pair of briefs or something.  As I said, I forgot to pack enough to last me on this trip.”

The arbitrator went to his bathroom off the bedroom.  This was probably all a mistake, he thought again to himself.  But he was so attracted physically to the blonde-haired stud.  And Williams hadn’t shared with Pritchard that he was no slouch at wrestling.  He hadn’t wrestled in college but did wrestle other gay men on a regular basis back home in San Francisco.  More than once he had taken down an ambitious, younger alpha male and fucked the muscle stud with his 8” power tool.

“I’m putting a jock strap on the bed for you,” Bart announced as he toweled off.  “I have a 32” waist.  I’m afraid that’s the best I can do.”  “It’ll work,” hollered Jay from the front bathroom.  “I’m about a 33” waist.”  The younger lawyer walked naked into the bedroom and saw the white jock on the bed.  He pulled it on.  It was a tight fit.  He thick 7.5” cut cock and large balls nicely filled out the pouch of the jock.

Bart appeared at the door of the bathroom wearing bright yellow briefs.  He took in the sight of the blonde-haired lawyer’s package and naked butt cheeks.  “Those look hot…I mean...good on you, Jay.”  Pritchard smirked, “Those briefs are definitely hot on you, Mr. Chairman, and your chest is more impressive bare.”  It was Bart’s turn to grin.  “I like this brand of briefs.  Very snug.”

Williams moved to the king-sized bed and clambered up onto it.  He wasn’t above mind-fucking the brash blonde alpha male to gain him an advantage.  He went into a double bicep flex, showing off his 17” ceps and cropped black armpit hair.  “Nice,” was all that Jay could say.  He moved up onto the bed so the two men were on their knees facing each other.  Jay put his right hand on Bart’s left bicep peak, feeling the hardness of the muscle.  “Nice indeed,” he almost purred.  He leaned in so that his face was close to the bicep.  Slowly, he extended his tongue and licked the chairman’s flexed muscle.  He felt his cut cock growing in his jock as the older man’s dominance turned him on.  But he didn't want to give the wrong impression, either.  He would make the older alpha his sub before the night was over.

Breaking his trance, Jay pulled back and said “Two can play this game.”  He went into his own double cep flex, revealing his big guns, each 20” of muscle.  His light brown armpit hair was trimmed.  He watched Bart’s eyes become sex-hazed.  Pritchard transitioned into a chest flex arching his back with his arms behind his head.  He was proud of his 48” pectoral muscles—so smooth and defined.  He could see Bart’s yellow briefs tent as his 8” cut cock was awed by the sight of such a handsome younger alpha male confidently showing off his muscled physique.

Bart finally looked away.  “Okay, enough posing, let’s do this boy,” Bart said.  “Boy?” said Jay with a grin, “Okay Daddy, let’s see what you got.”  He placed one hand on the back of Bart’s neck and reached out for the arbitrator’s elbow with the other.  The older alpha also engaged Jay’s neck and elbow.   Both men started pushing and pulling and grunting like feral animals into each other on the bed.  The silver-haired elder showed surprising strength then agility as he twisted the blonde-haired lawyer onto his side.  Bart swung his legs around Jay’s mid-section and applied a tight body scissors.  “Uuuggghhhhh!” groaned Pritchard as he felt his air supply being constricted.  “Like my 33” pythons squeezing you, muscle boy?”  “Daddy’s got some big quads,” the younger lawyer grunted.  He clawed at Bart’s upper legs, trying to dig his fingers into nerve-endings.  Their bodies were perpendicular to each other and Bart crunched up and pounded Jay’s exposed washboard abs twice.  Pow!  “Ooofff!”  Pow!  “Ooofff!”  “How’s that feel, blondie?” Bart taunted.  

He suddenly loosened his body scissors and quickly reached for the lawyer’s wavy blonde hair.  Grabbing it, Bart yanked Jay’s face into the silver-haired wrestler’s crotch before locking his muscled legs around the lawyer's neck.  It  happened fast and the younger alpha was immobilized in a face-to-crotch scissors.  His nose and mouth were pressed into the big bulge barely containing the Daddy’s 8” cut cock.  Jay felt both dominated and humiliated.  This chairman was a ringer.  He must have a ton of wrestling experience.  “You like the smell of a real man, boy?” the older alpha said as he pressed Jay’s face into his yellow brief-covered hard cock and balls.  Pritchard could only mumble indistinct sounds into the fabric, which felt wet from sweat or pre-cum or both.

“Let’s go for a little spin, bitch,” Bart said and rolled onto his stomach while Jay was forced onto his back.  His face was still smushed into Bart’s crotch.  Williams then rolled Jay back onto his chest before rolling the other way.  Jay found himself locked in the scissors but on his back again.  Both men were already glistening in sweat.  Jay could feel his 7.5” cock swelling—overloaded by the smell and feel of the older man’s larger package.  

“Had enough, Mr. Pritchard?” taunted the chairman before rolling their bodies again, putting Jay on his 48” pecs.  Jay managed a muffled “No!” and Bart snorted.  His cock was almost throbbing from the excitement of controlling the younger alpha’s muscled body.  He finally let go of his scissors and jumped onto Pritchard’s back.  He threaded his forearms through the lawyer’s armpits and locked him face down in a Full Nelson.  Then Bart rolled Jay so he was underneath the cocky blond lawyer while maintaining the Full Nelson.  The younger counsel struggled.  His white jock strap was tenting towards the ceiling.  Bart wedged his legs between Jay’s and pressed them outward.  “Submit boy!  Submit!” demanded Williams.  “Nnngggghhhhh!” grunted the blonde-haired would-be alpha male.  He felt helpless in the tight hold.  “Ok, I give!  I give!  I give!” he cried out.  “Yes!” exclaimed Bart and discarded Jay’s spent body off to one side.  He’d give the boy a few minutes to recover.

(To be continued.)