Submitted By Stephen

9 Days Later

I don't remember leaving Stephen's house that night. I was saturated: sweat, cum, saliva, all over me. My cock was rigid, I was buzzing with adrenaline, excitement, shock. The walk home took only five minutes and I collapsed on my bed.

Stephen was in my head all night, even in my sleep. I woke to a puddle of cum, draining down my abs. My neck still felt the pressure of his bicep and my throat was raw. I could only smell him, I could only taste him.

It took a couple of days for my neck to recover and longer for my senses to heal a bit.

Trying to clear my head was more difficult: Stephen isn't gay? I'm not gay? This wasn't gay sex? What was it, why was it deeper than anything I'd experienced before? I wasn't scared of him, intimidated by him, I didn't want to kiss him or have sex with him. I realized it wasn't about what I wanted, I wasn't in control.

A group of us were hanging out in the local deli that Sunday. My sister, her friend Dee and Daniel. ' Don't look it's that creep, Stephen' . My sister didn't like him at all. She said he always made lewd comments, loved himself too much.

Stephen caught her eye, he was over in a shot, 'hey lads, haven't seen you in a while, except your brother, I had fun with him' . Just that comment was enough to control my cock, I was rock hard.

The others didn't register Stephen's words. He continued to bragg on about how he had won medals at summer camp in Germany for wrestling, athletics and rugby. Stephen attended some elite training camp each year.

It was akward, there were no chairs left, but that didn't stop him. He pulled over a tall stool and sat opposite me. So I was sitting at this table with a hard on, trying not to think about this lad and now I was eye level with his bulge.

We used to joke that Stephen must stuff his jeans to enhance his size, so he could brag, but now I knew it was real. That lump in his jeans was just a preview of his full power. Stephen at rest was bigger than most lads at their peak.

'like my trainers?' Everyone nodded politely. They were the same as the ones he wore the night he wrecked me, except reverse colours, this pair were blue adidas with white stripes. 'I use my white ones to work out, too smelly to wear in public, your brother knows, he likes the smell' .

Stephen passed his remark off as a joke. I knew it was a message. He wasn't chatting to the group he was targeting me.

Daniel was impressed with Stephens muscle. ' I don't know what you do in that German place but you come back looking twice as big' . Stephen never missed a chance to flex. Daniel provided the excuse.

Stephens body fat was minimal, without flexing his definition was impressive, veins and sinews popping out. As he flexed , his bicep formed into a mini rugby ball with a double peak.

Everyone watched, even the students at the other table. Stephen turned to me ' You know this is all solid, don't you'. I looked up at him and nodded.

The food arrived, Stephen wasn't shifting, He declined to order, pointed to me and said ' he's sharing' . Everyone laughed, Stephen was in his element, the centre of attention.' I feel guilty you need more protein, bit small there, I feed you a good mix though don't I'.

Stephen put my plate on his knee, as he continued to entertain the others. Every so often he passed the plate down to offer me some, only to whip it away before I could react. Washing it down with my beer he belched loudly.

My cock was stuck hard. Stephen didn't have to touch me, to dominate. He had me facing his crotch all night and his conversation was a reminder to me , of what he had done to me and the power he held over me.

It was getting late. Stephen wanted to play pool. The hall was two doors down. The girls headed home in a taxi and Daniel, Stephen and I got a table.

Daniel, was a a decent lad and good looking, strawberry blonde hair and light freckles. Girls loved him, he had the 'cute factor' sewn up. He was thin but agile and athletic, a brilliant hand at snooker.

No one could be better than Stephen though, so he insisted Daniel and I play him. I barely got a shot , Daniel cleaned up the table. Stephen was raging. I could feel his aggression, I knew the smell of it too.

Stephen insisted on going again. His break was vicious, balls blasting the table. A couple went in. Stephen flexed his bicep in celebration and punched me in the chest. 'Ah dead arms..remember that?. He landed three rapid punches into my arm and laughed. Every time Stephen sank a ball he landed more blows on me.

Daniel won all three games and called it a night. 'you and Ste are heading the same way, see you around'.

Stephen laughed as I grabbed by bruised arm? 'Feeling a bit sore there? I was just messing with you, you would know if I wanted to punish you'. My arm was sore and I was dragging a throbbing cock in my shorts. It still hadn't relaxed, and now it was just Stephen and I.

His loft was on the way back to my house. Stephen told me to come in. ' Ill give you a drink'

I was back in his room, his smell was everywhere. I could almost taste all the parts: sweat, cum, piss. I had that in my mouth before, I knew how powerful it was, I wanted it again. I felt like my cock would explode.

'Bet you can't get out of a headlock?' .

' Stephen last time we fought you didn't give me a fair start, you just locked me with no warning'

' Wouldnt make a difference your too weak, tell you what I'll stand here you try it on me , see if I can escape'?

I had nothing to lose. This was a chance to submit him, teach him a lesson, reclaim some pride. If I got him from behind he couldn't break the sleeper. Maybe he wouldn't notice how hard I was either.

Stephen stripped to his shorts.. I'll do this barefoot too, he said.

I got behind him, locked him into a rear naked choke and applied pressure. Stephen felt really solid and heavy, I knew it wouldn't be easy, but if I just kept the pressure on, he would break.

That's not how it went. Stephen planted his feet on his bed and worked them up the wall so he could push his shoulders and back into me. Were both 19 years old but he's probably 14 kilos / 200 lbs of solid muscle.

My arms were ripped away from his neck and I was pinned into the wall behind him, winded, struggling to breathe. After ten minutes, he relaxed and I collapsed onto my knees.

Stephen had me in headlock on the ground, and submitted, before I could think. He stared down on me grinning and then locked my face into armpit.

I didn't see him after that, it felt like there was a bull working me over, on top. The headlock was relentless, his armpit hair covered my eyes and his sweat poured into my face.

Everything was different in there. I felt all my senses overpowered by him. My taste and smell was him, my sounds were of him breathing heavily, his pulse was dominant, he grunted, laughed and all I could hear him saying was ' thirsty, told you I'd give you a drink, plenty of sweat there'.

Smothered in his armpit, I was under his control again, just 9 days since he first submitted me.