Thanks to all those who are still reading! The buildup took a little while but the next chapter will take Donovan deeper into the world of submission.
Enjoy ;)
Cole
When they met on the wrestling mat, Cole was struck by Donovan’s raw energy. His sculpted biceps and ripped torso made his singlet look too small to contain his might. Everything about him screamed sexual energy and authority, and for a moment, Cole faltered. His cock twitched. He had seldom seen a guy so gorgeous, and even if he was aware he would lose the match, he was also sure that this win would mean nothing.
Because when he stared at Donovan, the cocky jock’s eyes flickered to the ground. Cole’s heart jumped a beat.
“You’re looking impressive today,” He said, ignoring the feeling that had grown in the pit of his stomach.
Many athletes were training around them.
But Cole paid them no attention. He approached Donovan tentatively and whispered. “How’re those balls feeling? I bet they feel pretty snug in there.”
“My dick will fit even more snugly in your hole when it’s stretching you out,” Donovan replied, defiant.
“We’re not there yet.”
Donovan’s red singlet contoured his body handsomely, the print of his cock attracting Cole’s gaze like a moth to light. His own black suit accentuated his lean frame and perfect form.
They eyed each other, circling the mat to size the other up. The noise around them faded as they focused on the stakes, and soon there was only them. They both assumed a defensive stance, and after a few seconds, Donovan lunged forward. Cole braced himself for the impact.
It sent him backward, Donovan’s muscles cradling him, a chokehold that carried the scent of a woodsy body wash. Behind it was Donovan’s unaltered odor; a single whiff arousing Cole in the most delicious way.
Cole buried his face further into Donovan’s hold. “All that pent-up frustration from that denied orgasm, I can feel it oozing out of you, you’re like a bull in heat.”
Cole escaped Donovan’s grip and started moving around, his footwork fast and measured. He attacked, but Donovan quickly blocked him with his hands. Cole tried reaching for Donovan’s legs, but he was forced into the ground. His face came crashing into the fragrant mat; it carried the memory of past wrestling matches, pure masculinity etched into it, and the perfect aphrodisiac for an already horny bull.
“Not so sure of yourself now, huh?” Donovan hissed. “How does it feel to be taken down so easily?”
“Feeling right at home, big boy,” Cole felt Donovan’s fingers digging into him. He glimpsed his hairy legs and grabbed them, sweeping Donovan from his feet. He swiftly got back up, and Cole was again held in place, unable to move.
He tapped out.
He swiped the back of his hand on his jaw and sent a few drops of sweat flying toward Donovan, whose face glistened under the artificial lights illuminating the ring.
“Defeated yet?” Donovan asked arrogantly. “Didn’t take long.”
Cole was breathing hard, but smirked. “I have you right where I want you.” Cole attempted a double leg takedown, but Donovan thrusted his legs back and dropped his hips, pressing his chest into Cole’s head and shoulders. Cole laughed.
“You’ll have to teach me some of these moves.”
Donovan’s nose brushed against Cole’s neck. “You don’t even know the first thing about wrestling, do you?”
“Not really,” Cole admitted. “Seen a couple of matches here and there.”
He loosened his hold, and Cole straightened back up. Cole observed Donovan’s demeanor change; his singlet was moist and dark in places, the black hair of his pits stuck to his skin, and his hairy chest heaved due to the physical effort he had done.
“Then why accept the challenge?”
“Because I thought it would be fun!” Cole charged in, head down. Blood rushed through his veins, and his cock tingled.
Donovan stopped him and pinned him to the ground once more. Cole felt Donovan’s cock pressing in his crack. He took this as an invitation to push back into it, the long and thick tool perfectly fitting between his cheeks.
“Not hard yet,” Cole said, dragging his ass along Donovan’s shaft.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Showing you what you want,” Cole said. “I’m not much for public displays, but I wanted to tackle you in your own field. It isn’t about you or me winning this match. It’s about showing you what you need. Let go of me now, that’s a command.”
Donovan didn’t move.
“I won’t say it a second time.”
Cole was released and had to stretch his numb limbs, casting away the soreness. Donovan pulled on his singlet, forcing his hardening cock into submission, embarrassment showing on his reddening face. He sat on the mat, cross-legged, pretending to stretch while hiding his erection.
“You’re a bit twisted in the head,” Donovan finally said.
“And yet, the thing that made your dick stiffen is when I ordered you around,” Cole leaned down. “And you obeyed, as you should.”
“Motherfucker…”
“Follow, the match’s done,” Cole smiled, not taking notice of Donovan’s comment. “Time to hit the showers.”
Without a word, Cole left the ring, grabbed his bag, and exited the training area. He didn’t look back. Donovan would follow if he was so inclined; if he didn’t, it meant Cole had gone too far. When he entered the dully lit shower room, it was luckily empty. He slithered out of his singlet, sweat making it stick to his skin.
Cole was naked when Donovan barged in.
A moment of silence stretched between them, Donovan’s eyes pleading for something.
“Well, don’t just stand there, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Did you always intend to?” Donovan gulped loudly. “To toy with me that way.”
Cole laughed softly. “I’m not toying with you, I’m preparing you.”
Donovan threw his bag on one of the benches and rushed to Cole. Cole did not flinch. Donovan’s musk filled his nostrils, and his pulsing cock entranced his eyes. There was nothing more beautiful than a hesitant jock, and no matter how hard Donovan tried, his attraction was now too strong to make it easy for him to leave.
Cole ran his hand over the shape of Donovan’s trapped manhood, which bent upward and a bit to the right.
“You need to understand what you are,” He cupped Donovan’s balls. “And you need to understand that you did something deserving of punishment back on the ring.”
Donovan’s balls retracted as his cock throbbed. “I don’t,” He looked over Cole’s shoulder blankly. “I’m… sorry for calling you a motherfucker.”
“What should your punishment be?”
It caused Donovan to back away, frowning, and he threw his hands in the air. “You’re a psycho, punishment? Wanna spank me or whatever now?” He went on spitefully.
“This could be an option,” Cole went under one of the shower heads and turned the water on. “But not as memorable as I’d like.”
Once again, Donovan was in front of Cole with flaring rage in his eyes, his fists tight, muscles knotted. His male musk was delicious, and Cole wished he could taste it already. Instead, he touched Donovan’s neck and rubbed his squared jaw gently.
“There is too much you’re not ready to admit,” Cole cradled his cock once more. “But this doesn’t lie, and you standing here, as angry as you are… Proves that you are willing to give me what I want. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But someday.”
He turned away and shampooed his head.
“Tomorrow’s Sunday, you promised…”
“I promised I’d give you a go at cumming if you’re a good boy,” Cole paused. “Have you been a good boy?”
“I,” He stopped talking, his frown deepened. “I’m not your boy.”
“No, you’re right, you’re a bull. A hung bull who needs to be trained accordingly.”
“Just, shut up…” Donovan leaned into Cole’s touch, contrasting with his apparent defiance. “You’re confusing me.”
“I’m not, you’re just battling two sides of yourself, one will win, the other will lose,” Cole stroked Donovan fully, feeling the big vein that ran alongside his shaft. “I think I know which one.”
The echo of Donovan’s ragged breath filled the room. He thrusted into Cole’s hand desperately, low grunts intensifying as he reached the edge. His smell was exhilarating to Cole, who bit his ear to mark him succinctly. A loud moan escaped his lips, but the light pain made him thrust harder.
“I want…” He began.
“What do you want?”
“I want to cum,” He continued.
“That’s not how you ask,” Cole said.
“I want to cum, please,” Donovan replied sharply.
“Not the right way.”
“Can… can I cum, please?”
“Close enough,” Cole pulled his hand away. “But no, as you said. Sunday’s tomorrow.”
“Please, I’ve been holding it for so long.”
“You haven’t earned the right to cum yet.”
“You,” Donovan grunted. “Fuck you!”
He stormed out of the washroom, grabbing his bag and slamming the door loudly.
Cole’s cock was hard, seven inches of hard dick asking for strokes.
But he was interrupted when the door opened, and he only had the time to turn around so the newcomers wouldn’t see his state of arousal.
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