Submitted By Stephen

There's always a lad at school who thinks he's stronger than he is. He lifts weights, starts to put on a bit of size and wants to fight everyone. Stephen was that lad, in the final year of school. He tried it with me, challenging me to an arm wrestle. I won of course, I was bigger and had easily beaten him before.

After school ended I didn't think of Stephen again. That changed one summer evening as I cycled home from college. 'hey what's up'?. I stopped on the path and looked up, a towering, muscular shadow, broke the evening sun. He had short black, slightly curled hair, and a boyish smile. I couldn't believe I was looking at Stephen. This was the skinny kid from school, now I was looking at the statue of David in the flesh.

Muscular perfection is impossible for most lads to achieve. I'm tall, big shoulders and arms, strong legs. I need more work on my abs and a wider back. The gym helps and I can see gains but getting that balance, the complete package is hard.

That's what Stephen had, everything: tall, wide shoulders, lean but muscular, big pecs, bulging biceps and triceps, veins popping out of his arms, strong muscular quads. I noticed all of this at one glance, his upper body stretched his white t shirt to it's limits and his blue jeans could barely contain anything below.

I found my voice after a minute,

'Ah Stephen almost didn't recognize you' .

'Ive put on some size, haven't I? '

Your taller alright Stephen'

Stephen flexed his bicep in my face ' Bit more muscle too'?'

' Yeah fair play Stephen, looking good''

Bigger than you now, you wouldn't beat me now'

I laughed but he persisted. ' I'd have you now ok, I almost beat you in a fight back in school but you got out of my headlock, you were taller, that's why. You wouldn't now'

Stephen had changed physically but he was still stuck with the idea that he was stronger than anyone. He was never able to accept he was defeated in mess fights or arm wrestling at school. Everyone thought it was because he was small for his age and he felt he needed to prove himself. But now he was 19, school was over, he was still obsessed with it.

I tried to change the subject, I wasn't in the mood to have this conversation. Eventually he moved on and talked about his second favourite subject 'girls I had'. Stephen believed he was god's gift to girls. He bragged to everyone that girls were drawn to his package, he claimed his cock was huge and girls commented on it all the time. I know he was with girls and enjoyed regular sex. He didn't bother with relationships it was all about sex for him, getting relief and bragging about how many girls he'd had. It was strange because I'd gone out with his sister a few times and she was great, she tried to persuade her friends to avoid her 'pervy brother' as she described him.

I managed to move the topic away from how ' big, strong and great' Stephen was to what was he up to.

'Lifting weights, rugby, swimming, gym' (no surprise there), 'in college' and 'hanging out a bit with John'. ' Hey Johns coming over tonight, my place , you should be there, have a reunion'?

I accepted Stephen's invite. Sure he loved himself but he was ok and had an amazing loft pad beside his parents house. They were very wealthy and he had every bit of tech and gear a young lad could want.

On the way over to Stephen's house that evening, I was thinking of the constant fights, he and John had in school. They weren't serious, just two kids trying to prove whose stronger. John almost always won. He did some judo outside school, enough classes to know a couple of choke holds, enough to submit Stephen.

I saw them at it outside the loft. Stephen had John in a modified side headlock choke hold. John was bent over and Stephen was locking in hard from above. John was struggling, he couldn't escape, he grabbed Stephen's legs to try and trip him over. It was just desperation, Stephen's forearms and biceps were bulging into John's neck and he was demanding submission. John submitted, Stephen grinned, released John and flexed his bicep. John fell to ground beneath Stephens white adidas trainers.

In that instant my impression of Stephen changed. No longer a self obsessed lad to be pitied. He was to be feared. Stephen had just destroyed and humiliated John and he loved every minute of it. No matter what, I had to avoid that happening to me.

John recovered, he was shakey for half an hour or so, Stephen had exhausted him. John admitted to me he just couldn't get out of it, Stephen was just too strong. We both agreed Stephen had developed huge muscles and he was an impressive fighter too.

Stephen was outside messing with a rugby ball. He challenged us to come out and try and tackle him. Stephen was super agile, super fast, evading both of us and when I did try and grab him, it was me who hit the ground.

Stephen had proven his point he had submitted John and beaten us both with his speed, agility and power at rugby. Now he wanted to arm wrestle me. 'i beat John easily earlier, now it's your turn' . This wasn't going to go well for me. I'm strong but those arms, those biceps?

We grabbed hands tightly, arm against arm. I tried not to focus on Stephen flexing his bicep. This is what I had to defeat, thick sinewed forearms, peaked biceps and a confident cocky jock out to win.

Three, two, one. Straight away i knew I was in trouble, I was trying to hold firm against a solid mass of rock hard muscle. Stephen grunted as he gradually shifted my arm towards defeat. Instinctively, I grabbed under the table with my other arm. I haden't set out to cheat but now I had enough support to hold off Stephens forceful grip. The stand off lasted maybe ten minutes we were both sweating, breathing heavily and exhausted. Even with my secret leverage I could barely hold firm. Finally Stephen said ' call it a draw?' . It was over, my arm was numb. Stephen wanted to know how I had held him off. He bragged about beating every lad in summer camp except one.

It was clear Stephen wanted a rematch. I made an excuse, it was late, I had college early the next day, I had to go.

That night Stephen flooded my thoughts. I couldn't get his physique, his muscle, his cockiness out of my head. That image in my head of him destroying John and his bicep destroying my arm. In just a few hours Stephen had started to control me.

Saturday came and Stephen called me. 'come over to my place later to chill?' I figured his place wasn't a bad place to chill and he probably had beers and stuff. Just after 8 I arrived, Stephen looked sweaty and his body odour filled the room. I guessed he'd been working out. It was hard to tell, his muscles were always bulging.

We chatted for a few minutes and suddenly Stephen said 'Ill fight you'. Before I could think, I was pinned to the ground beside his bed. Stephen pinned my arms under his shins and bent my hands back with his. He had me in a classic schoolboy pin. I knew how to eject him and as I pushed up with my left foot I was sure he would lose balance. Nothing happened. He didn't shift. Instead I realized I was pinned under a strong muscular lad who couldn't be shifted.

Stephen laughed as I struggled. He pushed his inner thighs into my neck. 'close up of my size now hey, I'm bigger than other lads' . Stephen was showing off about the size of his cock. I had no choice but to see it, it was growing in his jeans, right in front of my nose.

Stephen wasn't trying to submit me. He was happy to sit on me and brag about his cock. I struggled, he bragged , drawing me closer to it.

Suddenly he was off me. It was instant, I started to get up and i felt a vice lock around my neck. Stephen had me in his headlock. Same one he had put John in. It was brutal, I could barely stand and I couldn't go to my knees. He had me elevated, by lifting my neck high he was able to use maximum force. I could see his bicep swell into my neck and the veins in his arm thicken. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him behind me grunting. He was breathing heavily. This was like a gym workout for him. He was using me like you would use a dumbbell.

Stephen wasn't demanding submission, he was happy dominating me.
As the minutes passed I felt weaker and I could feel his power growing. Stephen didn't want to choke me out, he wanted to show me he could beat me, control me. I looked down at his white trainers firmly planted in the ground, above me I could hear him bragging about his big arms.

I was exhausted. Stephens choke hold was incredibly powerful. He could have finished me off anytime. Finally it came 'call it quits..submit' .
Defeated, I dropped to the floor.

Stephen sat on his bed and took off his trainers. 'Ah smell that'. Stephen forced his sweaty white sock into my face. ' Fuck you Stephen' . He just smirked rubbing both feet into my face. Stephens smell was all over me. When he had me pinned earlier. I was buried in his crotch and it was distinctly strong and pungent. The smell from his sweaty socks in my face was a new level of intensity, it was like he was owning me.

'Im making you hard , admit it, girls aren't wrong, you want my cock, don't you'? Stephen was still pinning me with his feet as he opened the fly buttons on his jeans. I could see a big white lump moving as he struggled to release his cock from his calvin boxers.

It just took off like a rocket when it was released. The girls weren't exaggerating, this was a monster. I can't say how big but I am maybe 5 or 6 inches, this looked double that and thick. It was solid, firm, hard, pulsating. I felt completely overpowered. Stephen was right I was hard and I couldn't take my eyes off his cock.

Stephen rubbed his cock vigorously with both hands. I could only see his feet and his cock raging above me.

He pinned me again, his cock now on my face.

'time to face fuck you' Stephen grabbed me by the hair, lifting my mouth into his cock. He lunged into my mouth, aggressively. It filled my mouth, I could feel it knocking into my throat. I was working hard to control it, to find space to breathe. It was overwhelming. I'd never experienced such power. I knew now what domination meant. Stephen owned me: my thoughts, my desires, my self control. He was my drug. I needed his power.

He kept drilling me hard with his cock until it exploded with load after load of his cum. The creamy juice filled my mouth, throat and it poured out of my nose. My eyes watered, as I swallowed hard.

Stephen had broken me, he was inside me. I was addicted to his perfection, to his power.

With every drop I could swallow, finished, he pulled out, semi hard. Sitting on top of me, his cock dangled over my face. He jerked more out, his cum spewing over my face.

Stephen grabbed the sock off his right foot and used it to wipe his cum off my face. He plugged my nose with his hand, forcing me to open my mouth wider. He shoved his sweaty cum filled sock into my mouth and sat there grinning.