Laying across the practice floor was a sight to behold: one hundred and eighty pounds of pure virgin muscle blindfolded and restrained. I made my way across the room, studying my subject with precision. His name was Marcos, a local Latin boy from a well-off family. He came into my services needing athletic guidance for his university wrestling tryouts. Being an athletic trainer is hard work, and molding these young men into champions is no easy feat, but my methods deliver results, and that is why I am the best in town. This boy is perfect, completely hairless, with tanned skin and light brown medium waves upon his head, body sculpted through years of weightlifting and sport. My dick twitched with excitement.
"As discussed, I will be testing your endurance with a series of trials." His breathing was shallow as I spoke. "We will start two of the four today." I could tell by his body language there was an anxiety building up. When he came into my office three weeks ago today, he stated his passion for the sport and willingness to do anything to make himself a better athlete. I could see the fire behind his eyes when he spoke, and it turned me on like you could not imagine. Here was this young, naive boy ready to do whatever it took to get himself to the top, and I intended to leverage it in the best way I knew how.
"Sir, I still don't understand why I am retrained for this trial?" I let out a light, reassuring chuckle before speaking. "My boy, on the mat, you will need to learn to leverage your body without complete mobility. Your opponent will not give you the grace of using your body to its totality." He let out a half smile as if not entirely convinced. Regardless, he had no choice in the matter. I made my way to the mat and sat close to him. His body was tense as I circled my fingers around it. With my strength, I flipped him over onto his stomach. He attempted to look back at me but he was blindfolded, so he had no idea where to focus his gaze.
"Trial One: I will test how much pain your body can endure before your mind breaks from the pain." With a shaky breath, he spoke, "How will you test it?" To answer, I slid my hands from the curve of his lower back to the tops of his rounded muscular ass and gave it a light tap. He flinched at the sudden contact. Positioning myself with my knees in between his legs, upright, I began to lightly tap his ass. He attempted to pull himself out of the retraits, but it was pointless.
"I will begin softly, picking up speed and intensity as I continue." I began to slap his cheeks lightly. With every point of contact, his ass bounced. It was a glorious sight. Covered by his singlet, the fabric bunched as his ass reverberated. Marcos was alert but not yet spooked by the slaps. That changed quickly. I began to pick up intensity and force. "Now, let's see how much pain you can endure." Open palm to fabriced cheek, he let out a yelp as I came down on him. He began to squirm with every slap; thus, I positioned my legs to have additional control. With my legs locked over his, all he could move was his torso. Raining down on him with a mixture of hard and soft slaps. He was constantly on edge, never knowing what slap would come next. The sight of his tensing back muscles and his ass shaking made my dick grow to full mass. It was almost a shame I couldn't fuck him right here and now. His glistening back and yelps were so erotic I had to speed to trail two.
"Trail Two: here, pain mixes with pleasure. On the mat, you will be experiencing this duality. While you are sparring with your opponent, your body will be battered, but your mind will find comfort and pleasure from the possibility of victory." Marcos squirmed as I cupped his groin with one hand and pulled on his singlet with the other. "Sir, what are you doing?" The pain in his voice was exhilarating; I almost wanted to take him right then and there, but I regained control. "You must be prepared for what the mat throws your way. Your penis and anus are your most vulnerable areas, and at the collegiate level, many of your opponents will attempt to leverage that against you. We must train your reflexes to adapt to the new landscape." Marcos attempted to wiggle his way out of my grip, but it was futile. Pulling his singlet tighter up his hole, he became restricted in his movements. His dick began to harden underneath my touch, and to my excitement, it began to match the girth and size of my full erection. "Please stop sir this isn't funny.” I chuckled at his comment he was right, this was serious and I was going to teach him how serious I was. I let him go, which gave him a false sense of relief.
Making my way to a box beside him, I reached in and grabbed my two tools for this trial: a paddle and some lube. I could see his carried breaths from the spanking, and his body tensed with anticipation. With no warning, I struck him. He let out the most intoxicating yell. Without another warning, I struck him again on the same cheek. He jumped and positioned his body to escape the paddle. In this position, he accidentally maneuvered his ass towards me, a grave mistake. “Now let me teach you a move you may not be familiar with it's called an oil check. Your opponents will be ruthless on the mat, but I will give you a bit of comfort.” I lubed up one of my fingers and slid it into his hole. He let out a gasp and quickly shifted his body away from me. “ What the fuck was that!” I said nothing, lubing up two fingers, this time I slid them both in and hooked them inside his hole. He tried to shift his body again, but my grip held. He grunted in frustration, not liking his inability to control. “Like I said, your opponents will use any tool at their disposal to gain the upper hand.” I could feel his hole trying to fight back, moving my fingers inside his hole I attempted to make contact with his prostate. Marcos got the better of me and out-maneuvered my grip. “ This is fucking ridiculous, let me go.”
“Alright, but I hope you come to peace with never being one of the greats.” Marcos paused, “You came to me wanting greatness and glory, but now I see it was merely talk.”As I went to turn around, he spoke “Okay, continue. I want to be one of the greats. I want to be worthy of the title of champion.” I smiled, “Good, my boy then let's continue.” I had to punish him for his insolence; climbing on top of the mat, I placed my knee on his back. He wiggled slightly with discomfort but ultimately surrendered. Lubing my fingers up again, I quickly slid them into his hole. He yelped, and in doing so, raised his ass to the air. With one hand grabbing his hole, I used the other to slam the paddle into his ass cheek. He screamed at the force of each hit, and without being able to move, all he could do was take it. My dick was leaking at this point at the sight. Here was Marcos, helpless in nothing but a tight singlet, getting ravished by my hand. With my fingers still in his hole, I found his prostate and began to stimulate it. In between the yelps, he let out light moans of pleasure. “You are doing great, Marcos.” From the underside of his singlet, I could see his erection had grown. This sick fuck was enjoying it as much as I was. “Sir," he moaned, “Please stop.” With no urgency to let go, I continued my attacks. With every slam, he yelled, and with every rub he moaned. He arched his back at the pleasure, tensing his back muscles to alleviate some pain from the spanking. He was mine to please and to torture.
Finally, I realized he was about to break. His toes began to curl, and his body tensed as to release. I abruptly stopped my attack. “Good, we have found your limit.” Marcos let out a frustrated sigh. I adjusted myself to not show how much I had been enjoying myself and unchained him. He lifted his blindfold to meet my gaze.
“Good job Marcos you made it through trails one and two. How do you feel?” Breathily, he said, “a bit exposed, but ready for what's next.” I gave him a grin and a pat on the back. I can confidently say, no he wasn't ready for what was next.
