Mickey's Load

It was only a matter of time before I bumped into Mickey again. He lived in the estate beside me. What would I do if he acted on his threat to fight me. I wasint afraid of him, I was afraid he would turn me on. How could I be turned on by a lad who wanted to humiliate me?

It was Dean I bumped into first. I was on my way back from the gym and I heard a whistle. It was Dean looking for my attention. ' Alright Dean, you look better than the last time I saw you, at least your standing'. Dean laughed, that smile, he was so good looking, kind of hard and broody with classic good looks, dark short hair, blueish eyes.

'Mickeys never grown up, he still thinks it's ok to fight me like that , like we did at school, all that ufc wwe shit', but I'm hoping your his new victim'. Dean laughed. I was turned on at the thought I would fight Mickey. ' He's weird he enjoys beating lads, it's not like he wins and let's you go, he likes to prolong fights, I think he wants to fuck me' Dean was laughing again, as he said this, but maybe he was right?. Everyone wanted to fuck Dean. It was strange for me because I always wanted to talk to Dean but never had a chance. Now we had something in common.

The next morning Mickey was outside my window on his bike. He never came down our road but there he was outside. I pretended not to see him and sure enough in a few minutes he was gone. Later my brother handed me a note he found in the letter box, addressed to me.

I opened the note and it said 'Fight Club , Bitch Time, 4pm Under the Bridge..Mickey'. I couldn't understand what the little psycho was up to. Either way I wasn't playing his game.

Next day, same thing, Mickey outside cycling up and down the road. The bell rang , my brother answered the door, I heard footsteps, the door opened, Mickey was in my room. First I was angry, but he was shirtless and my cock exploded. 'Did you get my note?' ' Eh yes Mickey what the fuck?

Before I could think , I was on the ground, smothered into Mickey's armpit. His headlock was hard, solid, tight. 'we have unfinished business do what I tell you, fightclub under the bridge'. He choked me almost to the point of loosing consciousness and then he was gone. I lay there with the aftertaste of his armpit. This was a very powerful taste. Mickey tasted strong, no deodorant or sweet smell, just pure alpha juice.

Luckily I was wearing grey track bottoms or Mickey would have seen my dick react to him. I don't think I had ever been this hard. This was going from bad to worse. This 19 year old muscle kid was taking over my life, stalking me.

I couldn't have him calling around to my house, I couldn't go to the cops, what would I say? Anyway I didn't know what I wanted.

The day came and I was there, ready, under the bridge. This was a quiet spot, beside the river no one passed there so it would just be Mickey and me. I was ready for him, I figured if I dominated him, I could control him and my desires.

It kind of worked. Micky came along all cocky but he didn't know I'd practiced Judo. So I threw him and put him in an armbar submission. Mickey didn't waste time tapping, he couldn't take the pain. I took advantage of his weakness and followed up with a rear naked choke from behind. It felt great to have this powerhouse under my control. He was more muscular and stronger but I had him. It was then I noticed that lump in his shorts again. ' I whispered in his ear from behind, as I choked him, little stiffy there Mickey, getting hard, you want more?. His lump grew and was now towering out of his shorts. The little muscle lad was turned on.

Now I knew the fun he had with Dean. This was a position of power. I could control him in every way and he wanted it.

Just as I felt I was in charge, Mickey elbowed my ribs, forcing me to release him. As I cowered in pain he came at me from behind. Now he had my head between his thighs in a standing scissors lock. I could hear him panting over me, in the grass below me I saw the shadow of his muscular physique and a large shadow cast by his erect cock. I grabbed his calf muscles for support , they were rock hard. The more he flexed in the weaker I became. His thighs were crazy strong, there was no escape. I remember hearing him say ' I'm going to fuck with you now' . Mickey didn't break his promise, he did everything he could to break me. I remember falling backwards and on the ground deep into his thighs. Then he crushed me over and over. Swinging violently from left to right and then standing up again. This head scissors was brutal. I can't remember how many times he forced me to submit but I was still hard and so was he. Next thing I remember I was headlocked into his armpit again. I can't remember how I went from headscissors to headlock. He was that fast, that strong, I just found myself there. I do remember his pit hair was spikey and red. How could his armpit hair be tough? Like every other part of Mickey it was.

That smell was back. By now I knew he was superior. I couldn't match him. He ordered me to lick his armpit while he choked me. He then grabbed my hand and placed it in his cock. 'Feel that?' that's muscle'.. Stroke it or I'll choke you with it.

I couldn't see Mickey's cock because I was smothered into his armpit. It felt thick, it throbbed hard, I was exhausted trying to lick his pit and stroke his cock. The little muscle lad had me servicing him while he was choking me.

My senses were overloaded, I was overpowered by Mickey in every way, physically and sexually. It was brutal, rough and erotic. When Mickey came it was overwhelming. It felt like a a fountain of warm cream unloaded and fell back on my hand, my body, my hair, everywhere. How much cum did this lad have? His cock was still hard. He released the headlock. Grabbed me by my ears , forced me down on it. It was so thick, I could barely fit it in my mouth. Mickey had me now in a face down headscissors . His cock was in in my mouth. He was in charge and wasn't ready to let me go.