Mickey's Load

Lying flat, face down between Mickey's legs, I  felt like I was part of him. Not just because his quads were bulging and diminishing all of my senses as he crushed me, but also because I could feel him pulsing over me, around me and in my mouth. I could feel each time he was about to flex in. I remember tensing to prepare for the steely wrench digging into my neck. Each time it was devastating, incredible pain, followed by exhaustion and weakness. Each time he demanded submission. Sometimes he crushed me well beyond submission.

I could feel his reddish rough thigh hair scraping my left eye. I was that deep into his headscissors. All I could see was the bottom of his balls and the base of his thick cock, both hanging over his white shorts and sprouting the same reddish hair. His balls looked full and heavy and my mouth could barely take his cock.

I must have been there for twenty minutes before he ordered me to suck him. He was too busy submitting me, but now he wanted me to service him.

Mickey was direct, no bullshit. 'weve worked out I'm stronger and your my bitch, right? . He flexed in to prove his point. I couldn't speak just whisper and groan but I knew I had to get a yes out. ' So it's simple, your going to feel me move inside you. That muscle in your mouth is going to grow. You need to keep it happy or you will choke. Just lick and suck. If you stop it will attack you and outside my thighs will finish you off'.

Mickey had full control over me. There was no escape, I couldn't breathe without his permission and I was already exhausted. His cock felt warm and as he described muscular. He was cut, the head felt like it had an edged cap, at the bottom a bit of hair. My mouth was full or so I thought. 'Ready, 3,2,1?. It started to grow and move in my mouth. Mickey wasn't joking. This was a muscle. I thought I had sized it up, but it was only warming up at the start. Now it was heavy, thick and solid. The head was planted into the back of my mouth and my tongue was at its base.

'Lick you cunt or I'll crush ya' . I had to obey Mickey to survive. ' The whole thing, suck and under the cap, give it more there. I had just about enough room left in my mouth to suck. Trying to get the tip of my tongue back up to the spot under his cap was tough.

That spot tasted good though. It was like there was a concentration of his essence right there. This was his distinct jock smell: nutty, salty, bitter too. As I licked under the ridge his pulse raced, this was his sweet spot, he groaned with pleasure as my tongue worked it's way around. I could feel the vice around my neck loosen. Was this Mickey rewarding me or was I now able to take some control back? My tongue was bent back to reach under his cap, his cap was lodged into my throat. It was like he had my tongue bent back and pinned under his cock. I could just about breathe.

As long as I serviced him, I could survive. The more I worked under the cap the more he groaned.

I was expecting him to thrust violently into my mouth but instead he was in ecstasy. 'This is the best ever, so fucking good man'. I couldn't speak, I couldn't answer him but my tongue was communicating with him. It felt like I was sucking his power, he was charging me with his cock. The juice was:part saliva, part precum and part raw cock. It was like we were both under a spell. He still had me in the scissors but he wasn't crushing me.

I worked on Mickey for more than an hour, licking , slurping, swallowing. Aside from trickles of precum there was no sign he was ready to cum. His cock remained rock hard and he was silent apart from sighs of pleasure. It was rougher for me. Working around Mickey's cock was exhausting. I wondered how long I would have to suck before he released his load and would he let me go then? I felt like I wanted to suck him all day but I also wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to service me.

All of this had forced my cock deep into the grass. If I moved at all it would explode.

'Your slowing down there, more action or I'll snap' . Mickey had noticed I had dropped the pace. 'Snap' was the phrase he used for 'let loose his aggression' on me. My choice was suck him as he desired or he chokes me and then forces me to suck him. At his command I picked up the pace. I figured I would suck him dry, force him to cum and then escape. I took in every inch of his cock until I knew the feel of every crevice, every vein, every shape. I knew where to go to pleasure him and how long to lick there. I could see nothing except his red pubes in front of my eyes and nose. I could feel his hairy balls hanging on my face cheeks. His balls vibrated as I hit points of pleasure for him. I felt like an extension of his manhood. Working under his command to enhance his sexual pleasure.

I felt his fingers and thumb twist my nose and shut it closed. It left me struggling to breathe. On top Mickey was calm and authoritive 'you want to breathe, so you do what I say, you open your mouth wide, I pull out and I'll tell you what to do. Got that? Blink twice if you do? I blinked twice, I felt his weighty cock lift off my curled tongue and withdraw from my mouth. Straight away he powered in this thighs and choked me hard. This went on for ages, despite my submission.

Mickey's goal was to exhaust me again and he had achieved that. Before I could react he was sitting on my face, had his hand down my track bottoms and had my cock in his fist. He was laughing ' I fucking knew it , you were hard , you fucking love my cock. If I wasn't wearing shorts you would lick my ass, of course you would'. My face was buried into his ass and his smell covered me.

Mickey started jerking my cock with his fist. ' you see the rule of this fight club is you have to make your opponent cum, I'm the king of hard, I can stay hard all day, it's endurance, like weight training, I cum when I decide. You cum when I decide too. Cum! My cock exploded and released a load as Mickey had commanded. He was impressed ' a bit of juice there mate, bit of size too , but weak compared to me'.

Mickey's cockiness gave me an opportunity. While he sat on me mouthing off, I managed to raise my legs grabbing him around the neck. I had him in a side head scissors now. He wasn't giving up either and quickly locked me into a side scissors too.

So Mickey was between my thighs his head facing out the back of my legs and I'm stuck between his thighs facing out the front of his legs. We were both on our sides using every bit of strength to try and submit each other. My advantage was longer legs, I had more reach to force him in harder. His was power, sheer leg muscle power.

It was excruciating, I felt I was going to pass out or explode. He felt it too, I knew because he wasn't bragging. Neither of us wanted to give in. It seemed like half an hour but it couldn't have been, neither of us could have lasted more than a few minutes. But I felt him weaken. I had the edge, the way his neck had landed into my thighs left him vulnerable to choke out. I had just enough angle to survive between his muscles. I was able to escape and straight away I shifted position and powered in to finish him . The moment I'd waited for , this little muscle lad was tapping. ,' what's that Mickey? I don't hear submission, I don't hear sorry, I don't hear mercy please'

It felt so good to hear him submit, apologize and plead for mercy. Part of me wanted to choke him out. But he had submitted so instead I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. It didn't take much to manoevre him into a crotch scissors. He was weak from my scissors.

Now I had him exactly like he had me half an hour earlier. I squat, my legs have some power but not as much as his so I knew I needed more to control him. The solution was an armbar up his back. Any problems and I could apply pressure to his neck and arm. I was sitting up against a wall, he was face down in a headscissors buried into my bulge and I had his arm bent up his back.

Mickey was raging ' you fucking prick I'll bite your cock' . ' Mickey you try anything and my heel goes into the back of your balls, I snap your arm, then I choke you, got it?.

I didn't tell Mickey to suck me. He lifted the top of my joggers pulled my cock out and just went for it. He had thickness, I had length. He struggled to fit it in. His mouth felt like home. Felt like the place my cock should live. It was warm and wet and reactive. I could feel his adam's apple move on my scrotum as he sucked. His eyes were closed but the sight of his reddish face stubble and the feel of the air exhaled from his nostrils onto my pubic hair opened pleasure senses I didn't know existed. Mickey was blowing me and giving it everything he had. I was stunned, I expected resistance or at least phoney rage but he just seemed to accept my dominance. His tongue worked it's way around my cock relentlessly. He sucked and slurped hard. It didn't take long for me to come. I would have pulled out but he sucked in hard so my load jetted into him. I collapsed back in ecstacy as my cum poured out. My eyes rolled back as I felt him take me. I felt powerful, dominant and I was in complete awe of this muscle lad between my legs.

It didn't last. Mickey didn't give in that easily, his plan was to wait for the right moment and resume dominance. I felt an elbow to my face. Not enough to break my nose but enough to stun me. Mickey was a boxer , he could have knocked me out easily, that wasn't his plan though.

He was out of the scissors and had me in a tight side headlock. We were moving, he was dragging me somewhere, I couldn't see his headlock was so deep my eyes were shut. I could smell his sweat dripping down the side of his armpit. It felt like he was dragging me up the hill, just above the spot we had wrestled on all afternoon. I could feel his pulse and the pounding of his footsteps, then a door open and then I was flat on my back on his weights bench. His foot was on my face, holding me down. He was stripping off his shorts.

I was in Mickey's garage gym. Once he had his shorts off and his trainers back on, he was straddling me, sitting on my upper chest, my arms bent down and back under his legs.

' We have unfinished business. It's time for pay back. I'm happy you fucked me, just makes me want to fuck you more' . You know how to suck me. The fight ends when the King cums'

I knew I was done this time . I couldn't escape off the bench. My arms were trapped, Mickey was angry, naked, sitting on me, with his cock hard and targeting my mouth.

I didn't resist, there was no point, I took his cock in again. ' curl your tongue do that lick thing under the head'. Mickey knew what he wanted, I curled my tongue back, his cock rested on it, the cap hit the back of my throat, I licked under the cap of his dick. 'home sweet home.. good job, keep licking'

This time was more intense than before. I was was in Mickey's gym. The whole place smelled of his sweat. He was naked so his odour was more intense. He was more aggressive too, grabbing my ears to pull my head up and deeper into his cock.

Mickey pulled my phone out of my track bottoms. 'fuck there's even cum on your phone. You just exploded when I jerked you earlier, its all over your bottoms. What's your password?' I couldn't speak, how could Mickey expect me to speak when his cock had taken over my mouth? ' Oh forgot you can't speak..ok I'll come out a bit'. Mickey pulled out just enough for me to grunt my password then he was straight back in again. I was gagged again. 'Job done, messaged your brother, your training with me this weekend. My Ma is in Spain so it's just us, lots of time for me to fuck you up'.

The idea of Mickey dominating me for the weekend forced my cock back into action. He slapped it from behind his back. ' Your cock wants me lad'. I got used to the weight of Mickey on my chest. I guessed he weighed maybe 13 or 14 stone, it was a struggle but I managed to survive his cock. An hour in, he still hadn't cum, he still hadn't softened, he was as hard and solid as ever. 

He did offer me a break though.

I had to agree to let him tie me to the bench while he ordered cans of beer and food. He gave me a choice, 'I choke you out or you agree'. He used a skipping rope to tie me to the bench, then with a smirk he pointed to the dirty gym socks thrown around the garage. 'Their going in your mouth'. ' I didn't agree to being gagged with your socks Mickey'. He just smirked and forced the white trainer socks into my mouth. ' I know you want it, look at your cock'. Mickey was right, the stench, his stench, turned me on.

I was tied to the bench for maybe twenty minutes. I felt like unloading again. Being inside Mickey's den, his gym, breathing in his stench overpowered my senses.

Mickey returned with the food and beer. 'loser pays, that's you, he smirked, pointing to my phone and the app he used to purchase everything'. 'Good news is you get free to eat, I think we both know I can beat you now, so just try, I'll enjoy punishing you, anyway you want to suck me'. Eating take out, drinking beer and sucking Mickey sounded good to me.

I've never had such a bizarre meal. I was sitting on his weights bench, he was sitting on his gym ball and he was talking about strength, muscle, fitness. His strength, his muscle, how fit he was. He wanted me to take photos of him posing for his social media. I did and he looked incredible. Mickey knew how to pose, where the light was to accentuate his physique.

This didn't help my hard on. It wasn't easy trying to eat with shudders of excitement setting of my cock.

Aside from loving his perfection Mickey was good company while we ate. He even complimented my grappling skills, 'you had me with your legs earlier'. He even apologized for the elbow but added that it was necessary.

About an hour passed and he decided it was 'piss time' 'Go now before we start again, you don't want me pissing down your throat' Mickey was right about that, cum was good not his urine.

The oddest thing was he was naked throughout the dinner. As he sat on the gym ball I could see his real size. His cock was very thick and yes muscular. His balls looked heavy and full. His ass was so muscular, I didn't know you could have a solid ass like that. Those legs were abnormally thick and muscular. His calves were thick and veiney, his feet perfectly formed. On top he was built like a young mark wahlberg. It was his tight ginger body hair that sent me over the top. His head hair was brown but this red bristled body hair was rough, spikey, short and sprouted from his scrotum, legs, and armpits.

' Time for more fun now, get ready'. I was beyond resisting now. I could suck him, I knew I had to. I lay flat on the bench ready for him to straddle me.

'Nah, it's X box time, in here , on your knees' . Mickey had a games room in the back of the gym. He sat on his gaming chair. I knelt down and started sucking him again. Above me he was busy playing online MMA with other lads.