Mickey's Load

Mickey released me from his figure 4 lock. As I lay on his bed I could see him standing behind me stretching. From my angle his balls and cock looked massive. I couldn't tell if he was hard. His cock was so thick it always looked erect. He was doing gym stretches and some bodybuilding poses. Every inch of him was solid. His muscle packed legs screamed power,  his abs forged a steely shield, his pecs, shoulders and arms all solid, chiselled, ready to burst.

It was only when he left the bedroom that I began to notice the after effects of the last 24 hours. My jaw was aching, my throat felt sore and I felt like my neck was in a clamp.

I sat up on his bed and started to get myself in shape for the day ahead. Mickey's room was like most young lads. Everything dumped on the floor, dirty laundry, dumbbells, posters and an impressive collection of medals. It appeared Mickey had a love of Calvin Klein trunk boxers. The Black coloured ones on the floor were heavily stained with cum. I could tell by the smell and look. It was hardened cum, there long enough to dry in and loads of it. That answered one question I had, I had thought that maybe he couldn't cum but clearly he was a cum monster.

I was compelled to smell his boxers close up. I had to figure out how he was able to hold out while I sucked him all day. I wondered too why his cock didn't look raw.

Mickey wasn't just into Calvin's, his trainers, socks and muscle tops were all Adidas. Like his boxers, I was compelled to smell his used socks. The stench was pure bliss for me, it forced me hard instantly.

Mickey returned from the bathroom. ' your still here, thought you would be dressed and all, Just did my teeth and a bit of hair gel, Im not showering until later. You sort yourself out now. We will do some weights before the run, here wear these'. Mickey picked a pair of white adidas shorts and a blue t shirt off the floor and threw them at me'.

I hadn't changed clothes for 24 hours. I was wearing the same boxers, socks, grey bottoms and white t shirt that Mickey had dominated me in. They were heavily stained with his sweat, my sweat and my cum. I was able to wash my teeth and clean the cum off my cock. There was no point showering yet , at least until after our run.

I didn't have time to do much else, Mickey was shouting at me from the kitchen. He was standing in the corner, still naked, blending his 'testosrerone brew' (spinach, nuts, maca, shilajit, bananas, oats, ginger and some gym powder). I had wondered if Mickey used steroids but he claimed he was all natural. His alpha smoothie tasted good. Maybe that's his secret, that's how he stays hard?

For the next sixty minutes I followed Mickey's training program. He was trained in PT and nutrition and his body was evidence of his expertise. We both did squats but I couldn't match his ability, same with push ups and pull ups. It didn't help that he was naked. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock, balls or ass. It didn't help either that I was wearing his shorts.

Things improved when we moved to weights. He finally put on a pair of black under armour rugby shorts. I was able to lift heavier than him. I had more upper body strength. I could tell he wasn't happy when he walked off over to his punch bag and pounded away.

'Right gym shit is done, now cardio'. Mickey grabbed a pair of white ankle socks and trainers and headed for the door'. It was obvious he was was incredibly fit. His breathing was relaxed and controlled for the entire run and his pace matched mine. We both enjoyed the gym session and run. He was a good training partner.

Back at his house he decided we needed 'post workout' nutrition. Some kind of protein bars, fruit and yoghurt. 'im turning you into a protein bomb, he laughed. 'time to arrange the gym'. 'what for ? I asked. 'for day 2, more grappling, me beating you into submission'.

I could tell by the way he looked at me, he was serious, he wanted to fight again. It made sense to move all the weights into the corner of the room and put mats on the floor if we were going to wrestle.

Today had to be different. I had to find a way to dominate Mickey. Yesterday he submitted quickly when I had him in a headscissors but I just got a submission, I didn't dominate him. Today I had to push his buttons, I had to do to him, what he did to me yesterday.

We were both just wearing shorts, ankle socks and trainers. Facing off with Mickey it was obvious I was taller and had more reach. We paced around and I kept pushing him away by forcing my hand onto his forehead. He couldn't reach me, he tried dropping down to grab my ankles but couldn't. He tried again. This time I got him in a guillotine. This is a brutal choke, especially if your opponent is smaller.

I had him exactly where I wanted. My forearm was under his throat and the back of his head wedged under my upper body. All I had to do was pull him upwards, tighten the lock or pull him under me, to exert pressure. Mickey wasn't able to reach me to counter attack or to defend himself. I had height over him and upper body strength. The great thing about the guillotine is it's impact is instant. The victim (in this case Mickey) becomes light headed and weak with each passing second. I could tell he was desperate, flailing around, losing balance. Mickey knew I had him.

My plan wasn't to choke him out but to push him as far as I could. This was about me stamping my authority on him. Humiliation had to be part of that. I had to break him. ' I thought you were stronger than that Mickey, look at you slumping around the gym, you can't even stand straight. Where's that hard cock now? Mickey just groaned as I continued: 'are you thirsty Mickey, maybe you want to lick my feet, it was your idea not to shower. I can't decide what to do to you first..fuck you or cum on you'.

I was enjoying this and I could see Mickey was hard. This was working. Mickey had to be humiliated and dominated that's what turned him on. I could tell he couldn't last much longer standing, so I had to bring him down onto the mat. I figured this was better anyway, I could exert more control over him on the ground. Forcing Mickey to the mat almost finished him. He was panting heavily under me. I didn't have to exert much pressure. He was just beside my armpit, my body heat and sweat were smothering him. 'Mickey are you awake down there? Submit, don't make me ask again' . Mickey obeyed instantly. I made him beg for mercy and submit multiple times.

It was time to humiliate him. 'Lick all that sweat dripping down from my pit Mickey'. I felt so dominant hearing him slurp away under me. ' Good job Mickey now my cock'.

I had him in the guillotine and my legs body scissoring him but he still could jerk me off so I ordered him to. Mickey had no choice, he was beaten and he wanted to. He grabbed my cock in his hand and started massaging it. ' You were born to do that Mickey, now under the cap, that's my sweet spot too, give it a good work over.

I had to do my best not to cum. I had to make it difficult for him. I was able to control it by choking him slightly, that made him ease off. 'in your mouth now Mickey suck it' Mickey was able to suck me from his position in the guillotine. I knew it was tough for him though. The guillotine is brutal and trying to suck off the lad who is dominating you while your struggling is rough. But this was what he did to me, it's what turned him on.

Mickey slurped and sucked me for at least half an hour. Every second was total pleasure for me.

I piled on the pressure ramming my cock into his throat and tightening the guillotine. I wanted to exhaust him so I could finish the job.

I finally had him. He was flat on the mat. I quickly locked a jitsu armbar on him. This is one of the most painful locks you can put someone in. I knew how to use it and how to control the pain.

While I stretched and bent his arm I could plant my foot into his face or smother him under my hamstring muscle.

To control Mickey I had to submit him mentally first. That meant his pain and pleasure would be decided by me. It started with vigorous armbar pressure until he screamed. 'I think you know Mickey that I'm in charge now, you don't want that again do you? There was desperation in his submission.

' It's going to be a long afternoon Mickey so you need to get started now. Pull your cock out of your shorts'. I had is right arm so he used his left hand to release his cock. It burst out his shorts and stood firm. 'I think your cock likes a bit of pain Mickey? Here's the plan you lick my feet and I will release the armbar when you cum. There's one rule though, you can't touch your cock.

' How the fuck do I cum without rubbing it?' ' Yesterday you were bragging about you're cock being a muscle, you had it trained etc, remember that? I've seen you're cum stained jocks, there's no excuse. Did I not tell you to lick my feet? Mickey started licking as I ordered. His cock was raging. I'm not sure if he was trying to cum or if he was just turned on.

' Your doing a good job on my feet Mickey, but I'm not convinced you're making an effort to cum, this might help'. I bent his arm back a little and he groaned. ' I have an idea Mickey think about all the things that make you cum, tell me them' 'girls, porn..' . ' Don't bullshit me Mickey, what really turns you on?'. I bent his arm again and he screamed 'dominating you, dominating lads' . ' You like being in control then? You like beating me, controlling me, watching me suffer, making me cum?' . ' Yeah aah'. I was working his arm to subject him to bursts of pain. I had no intention of damaging it, I just needed a bit of control over him. I could see precum leaking from his cock. This was the real Mickey now, I had to push him over the edge.

' I'll tell you what I like Mickey, I like breaking you so I own you. I'm going to throw you my socks and I want them in your mouth, I want you sucking them' . Mickey obeyed and sucked the sweat from my socks. ' Now yours, you have to suck your own juice, I'm going let you put your sock on your cock and jerk. You have 30 seconds to jerk, that's it. I want to see cum leaking through your sock and then you put it in your mouth, when I count down to zero'. Mickey didn't waste any time, he didn't need thirty seconds. As soon as his sock touched his cock it errupted. Cum filled the sock and leaked out over his abs. As ordered Mickey put it in his mouth and started to suck his cum.

Mickey's cock continued to spew cum even after his sock was removed.I wanted to lick it off him, but I had a new role now, that was his job. It was only early afternoon on day 2 and I had turned the tables. I made him cum, I owned him now.