Carter slides onto the mat immediately, his eyes locked onto Finn’s. Finn follows smoothly, unconcerned with the outcome. They circle, muscles coiling and releasing. Carter strikes first, but he ends up on his back immediately.
I stay close, heart pounding and eyes tracing every point of their bodies. Finn’s grin is cocky, but genuine, this is how they both grow. Carter taps quickly, unable to get any room. Carter rolls away with frustration twitching in his muscles, but he stands quickly. Finn offers a hand, and Carter takes it, pulling him up.
Finn then points at me, and I look around. There’s no shot. No fucking shot. Carter’s eyes soften, and he ushers me over with the flick of his head. I step onto the mat and the foam shoots me back to when I first met Carter. Carter encourages me as I step and begin to size up Finn. It’s not possible. He’s almost a foot taller than me, and he’s got almost double my body weight dripping with pure muscle in underwear that’s too tight and sheer.
Finn lets me take the first step, and he adjusts himself through his underwear. I swallow hard, trying to steady my nerves as I move forward. Finn’s grin widens as I lunge forward, desperate to make any move count, but it’s like trying to catch light in my hands. Before I can even get close, this surprisingly agile wad of beef bulldozes through my body. His hands clamp around my wrists, twisting and pinning me to the mat like I’m weightless. Every attempt I make to break free only lets his weight settle more deeply into me. My breaths quicken, and my face turns beet red. Within seconds of being on the ground, he leans into my neck and demands that I tap.
I want to fight, but there’s literally nothing I can do. I want to prove myself, but it’s this mix of impossibility and pure arousal that berates my mind and tells me to submit. I tap. Finn releases me and stands, his underwear noticeably fuller around the front. I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath.
“Carter, Cameron. You two now.” Finn steps off the mat and examines both of us. Carter makes light work of me too, and I huff angrily as I tap out. Finn smiles, crossing his arms. “Atta boy.”
Finn steps back onto the mat with a deliberate swagger. I steel myself, jaw clenched and legs in a defensive stance. I shoot forward to surprise him, but he catches me as I spring forward and he lifts me off of my feet.
“Not fast enough,” he murmurs.
I twist, suspended in his grip but it’s fucking useless. He shifts his hold midair, spinning me before dropping me hard onto the mat with a practiced thud. He’s so fucking strong that he slowed my falling body to lessen the impact, but it still punches the air out of me. His massive arm curls between my legs and his other forearm pinning my neck to the mat. If I weren’t actually trying to prove something, I’d be so okay with this. But I claw for space, and try to use the slipperiness of my skin to get loose. Finn readjusts over me, arm wrapping around my neck and stretching my torso.
“Tap,” he says like he’s bored. “Or nap.”
I gurgle against his forearm as my fantasies crash into something more urgent. I scramble uselessly beneath this pile of meat, every inch of my body burning. Finn’s grip tightens and my hips arch reflexively from the pressure in my spine.
“You’ve got three seconds,” Finn warns. “One for pride, two for ego, three for pain.”
Carter’s voice cuts through my soupy senses. “Cam.”
I try to hold out, so fucking hard I tried. I shake my head, and Finn squeezes against my jaw. My vision greys, and then goes black. I wake up heaving, grabbing my stomach and trying to climb frantically to all fours, but Finn has me wrapped protectively and pulled against his body. Commanding, this time, but not dominant. He gently pats my face with one hand while he waits for my body to calm down from the shock of being put under.
“I got you,” he soothes. He releases me slowly and I hop up, my mind still a bit foggy, but determined.
My legs wobble slightly, I sharpen quickly as the mat stops spinning under my feet. Finn’s massive hand lingers on my shoulder for a second longer than it should have, steadying me. I suck in a deep, shaky breath and let it fill my chest still tight from humiliation. Carter’s watching me, again, never intervening, eyes narrow and observant.
“You good, Cam?” he steps in. He’s trying to pull me back over to him.
I nod, brushing Finn’s hand off my shoulder and straightening out like a pencil. “Didn’t really expect to win here, if I’m being totally honest.”
Finn chuckles. “You’re strong, Cameron.”
“Then let’s go again,” I suggest, my burnt pride infiltrating my thoughts. “I just needed to warm up.”
Finn’s eyebrow quirks, and for a moment, I think I see a flicker of respect in those beastly green eyes. Finn’s chuckle deepens and vibrates through the mat. He steps back, arms crossing over his broad chest while he sizes me up again.
“Warming up, huh?” he teases gently. He doesn’t mock. “Alright, boy. Let’s see if you’ve got more than pride in you.” He gestures to the center of the mat, his muscles relaxed but his eyes flaring with each step I take, daring me to step up to him again.
Carter shifts uncomfortably beside me, his hand brushing my arm. “Cam, you sure?”
He doesn’t stop me, but I can feel the tension rolling off of him like he’s torn between protecting me and letting me have the agency to prove myself. I nod once, my focus already past him and narrowed to the massive figure waiting for me. I step to the center of the mat, planting my feet firmly and trying to relegate my doubts to the back of my mind.
Finn begins to circle me slowly, his movements fluid. Finn and Carter have the same cockiness in their steps, the same style and the same routine. I know I can’t even come remotely close to matching his strength, or his size, but there’s nothing against playing a little dirty when there’s no crowd.
I keep my eyes locked on Finn, falling into an opposite step to his. I’ve wrestled Carter, and I’ve gotten his back to the mat before. It’s just Carter– but with an extra couple inches and fifty pounds of packed muscle. I let my shoulders fall, faking a looseness I don’t fully feel, and wait for him this time to make the first move.
Finn reads me, grin sharpening like he knows each of my thoughts. “Come on, Cam,” he taunts me. “Show Coach that fire you’re hiding.”
I don’t bite, he’d expect that. Instead, I shift my weight and break the pattern of my footsteps, feinting a lunge to his left then pushing myself down to his right. My hands slip initially, but I manage to lock myself back against his knee, pulling hard. I feel him readjust, and I thought he wobbled, but before I can begin to lift, his massive hand clamps down on my shoulder. He yanks me up like a toy and spins me, my back slamming against his massive chest with a deep, hollow thud that echoes through the empty stands.
Finn’s arm snakes around my torso and locks me against him. His heartbeat is steady, but it rushes now. It’s maddeningly calm against my back. I have to rise to my toes to keep myself anchored to the mat as he holds me there, grip unforgiving against my sternum but his voice soft, almost playful.
“Not bad, but you’re still telegraphing every move.”
My skin prickles, a mix of frustration and something so pointed that my dick stirs in my underwear. I grit my teeth, trying to get loose again. Carter’s eyes burn into me from the sideline. He knows that they wrestle the same, read me the same.
“Don’t let him set the pace, Cameron,” he nudges, voice tight with urgency.
I nod, just barely, and drive my heel into Finn’s instep with the force that I can muster. His grip loosens for a heartbeat, and I twist, dropping my weight just enough to slink under his arm. I hit the mat on my knees, scrambling to put distance between us, my chest heaving but my mind racing with excitement from my escape. Finn’s already turning with that same damn grin plastered on his face.
Finn walks forward while I wipe the sweat from my eyes. He’s baiting me just like Carter would, waiting for me to overcommit with my eyes again. I rise to my feet, and begin to mirror his slow pace. Then, Finn leans to his left, a fraction of his next calculation revealed through a twitch in his muscle fiber. I explode forward, faking high before dropping low and skidding around his side and clamping my arms onto his back. My arms lock tight around Finn’s waist, my chest pressed against the slick heat of his back as I dig my heels into the mat to use his own weight against him. My pulse hammers in my ears as I lift him off the ground. My muscles strain, and my legs shake, burning under the effort as I bring him backward and feel his body begin to shift as I arch. I twist my body and push his chest down with the help of gravity, and his body slams onto the mat.
The earth shakes under the force from his body finally falling, and Carter cheers loudly for me in the background. I sprawl out over his sweaty body, my legs trying to anchor his legs, and my arms meeting his to push them down over his head before he registers that I’m on top of him. His shoulders flatten, body down against the mat while Carter’s voice rises with rawness and excitement.
“Hold him, Cam! Don’t give him anything!” Carter encourages incredulously.
Finn’s not done, though. His hips shift, a subtle flex of his core that presses his bulge right up against my ass, and I feel him surge like a tidal wave while I clamp down on his wrists to try to stay on.
“Stay tight, Cameron,” Carter directs.
I nod, driving my hips down into Finn until I can feel his back hit the mat again. My fingers dig into his thick wrists as he bucks me again. His bulge presses harder against me this time, a distracting sense of heat and movement that makes my breath hitch. Finn’s smirk doesn’t fade as his face reddens from his first actual exertion of the match. I lean forward to reclaim my balance and use my knees to anchor into his thighs.
Slowly he spreads his legs, and he unlocks my grip and his knee begins to pry at my inner thigh. I adjust, but he’s already already in motion, hands rising off of the mat while his biceps and shoulders tremble. His hips press into me again, dick grinding against my ass with nothing but our underwear separating us, and this time he doesn’t stop until he manages to bridge enough to get me wholly unsteady.
“Don’t let him up, Cameron!” Carter shouts.
I try to follow, but Finn is just too powerful. His hands slip free from my grasp, one clamping onto my bicep while the other hooks under my arm. With a sudden twist, he rolls us. I flip onto my back and he pins me with his knees. His sweaty chest hangs over me while he takes control.
“That’s better,” he murmurs, his devilishly handsome face contorting into a lustful and satisfied smile.
Finn’s body is a furnace, and I’m burning up under him as he once again holds his forearm against my neck. Sweat stings my eyes, and I can no longer pull in a full breath. Carter’s pacing now, coaching me, frustrated but still hopeful. I plant one foot on the mat and try to bridge, but it’s particularly hard when the guy you’re under is Finn. Finn collapses and sprawls onto me, his bulge positioned right between my legs and practically begging for me to make a move.
Truth is, I want him to claim me right now. I want him to just take me. There’s nothing Carter could do about it, even if he wanted to. I need to know what it’s like to have a man who would have been worshipped like a god to reclaim that status as one, but only over me. And in that moment, I become satisfied with how my body betrays me and how my heart flutters for a man I’d be a whore to have. Fuck. Fuck, Finn. I need you to own me.
His eyes lock with mine, and I swallow hard. Carter’s voice filters through Finn’s rugged breathing, but my senses tunnel to the man overtop me. He’s a goddamn mountain, a fucking sexy one too. I can’t escape, but damn I also don’t want to. I try to squirm loose, but I’m too conflicted by my urges– to resist, to submit, to just have this moment of his sweaty skin and musk on top of me forever. Finn shifts again, his bulge settling against me, harder, more noticeably. My breath catches, and I know he knows exactly how I’m feeling.
Carter paces, his voice crackling through the air. “Cameron. Don’t. Fucking. Stop. Don’t let him settle.”
But Finn’s eyes hold me, stripping me down even more than just the underwear failing to do its job, daring me to decide who I’m fighting for and what I want.
“What’s it gonna be, boy?” Finn whispers, taunting my skin and pushing me over the edge of something I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to take back.
Finally, I dig my fingers into his shoulders in a futile attempt to find leverage, but the contact only pulls me deeper into the haze of his scent.
“Come on, Cameron,” he taunts, his lips brushing the edge of my jaw. “Show me what you want,” his voice cracks. My hips shift, almost involuntarily backing into him, and he feels it.
I tap. Finn doesn’t rise immediately, sliding his muscles over mine and covering me in his scent. His weight finally eases off of me and he rises to his knees. That smirk is still there, softer now and laced with triumph over a boy he knew he’d defeat the moment he’d proposed the match. Carter stops pacing, and Finn offers me a hand. I take it, and readjust myself in my pants, now visibly rock hard through the wet fabric of my underwear. It doesn’t hide much.
“That’s a strong wrestler,” Finn says, looking over to Carter. “That’s gonna be a champion.”
Carter steps in, his hand brushing my arm to claim me again. He knows he still owns me, but he still feels like he needs to totally keep me.
We walk together to the locker room to shower with Finn two paces ahead. His broad shoulders fill the narrow hallway, and they seem even bigger while pumped. Carter keeps his hand on my arm though my body is still buzzing for Finn. I know it’s not right, but my dick is speaking for me right now in impatient pulses against my underwear. We step into the locker room, Finn’s ass is already out. He tosses his underwear at me and winks. Carter bats them from my hand. His dick swings free and bobs heavy and unapologetic. He gives it a casual tug, and lets it drop as he heads into the showers.
Carter’s too busy flexing in front of the mirror to notice. I shake my head and try to hide a smile while he seems intoxicated by his own rippling physique. He doesn’t see me staring at him or Finn, the way my gaze lingers on both of them. I need them together– on me, just doing whatever they want.
The shower room is already steamy which unfortunately for me obscures some of the muscle definition in Finn’s unfairly large ass. He’s lost under a spray, and I’m lost again watching the water cascading down his back, head tilted back as he lets it run through his corn-golden mullet. His dick hangs heavy, and his balls sag almost as low.
“Good work today, Cameron,” he says. “The training sessions– the ones we talked about in the hallway– they’d be about the same.”
I mutter my thanks and step below a showerhead.
“Why so far?” He teases me, but Carter slots himself between us before I can unglue my feet from the ground.
“Cam’s got enough on his plate,” Carter intervenes, tone clipped. He’s still flexing, even under the water as if he needs to compensate to his own brother. Finn chuckles, unbothered, his hand trailing lazily down the slight trail of fuzz that divides his chest and abs in half.
“Plenty of room for more, little bro. Kid’s got potential– you saw it– and it’s my job to refine and build it. Y’know, as his coach.”
“I recruited him for you,” Carter rebuts.
I rinse my hair, and any remaining dirt off of my body, trying to ignore both of them
“Offer’s open, Cam,” Finn asserts.
At the start of the new week, the gym hums with energy as we fill in for practice. It’s been a few days since I had seen Finn, but the night with him and Carter still weighs heavily on my head. I feel fresh, thankfully, and the bruise in my side has faded almost completely now, and I feel strong-footed. I lace my shoes and begin sparring with Lorenzo. It’s felt so long since I’ve seen him, but now I’m keeping up with him.
“Good shit, man,” he encourages, but I still end up on my back most of the time.
We spar, and I find my footing against him even though he’s got a bit of size on me. We help each other up each time, laughing until our ribs hurt until Coach corrals us so we can start drills.
I turn my attention to him, his damp mullet catching the light while he examines his clipboard shortly.
“Takedowns today boys. That’s our focus.” He lists off the matchups, and I’m hoping just for Lorenzo, but as groups splinter off from the line, including Lorenzo, my heart begins to pick up. “Annnd, Cameron– Cameron and Reuben.”
Really? Are you fucking kidding me? I shake out my arms and step on the mat in front of Reuben to get rid of the tension before it takes over me. He cracks his knuckles like he’s ready to finish off my humiliation.
“Before you start, boys,” Finn rumbles through the gym. “Focus on technique. It’s not the books, you need to learn the styles of the wrestlers you spar with. Read them, learn them. It’s not a game of power as much as it is adaptability and agility.
Reuben lunges forward, a blur before I can even register his move, arms nearly flailing like he’s doing anything he can to knock me on my ass. I duck low, instinct kicking in, and I push off his massive back like a matador sidestepping a bull. He turns quickly and resets his stance, this time wider. He shifts forward, slow at first, almost like he’s teasing me, but then he launches. I duck left again, but his wrist catches me right in the chest, sending me stumbling back until I hit my ass. Before I can get back to my feet, his weight follows with the unfaithful help of gravity. I try to wriggle out from him, but he wraps a single arm around my waist, lifts me like I’m nothing, and slams me into the ground like he wants to send me through the floor.
The gym spins, my ribs screaming as the old bruise on my side flares backs to life. Reuben pins me easily, his weight crushes the rest of the air from my lungs. I tap.
I stagger to my feet with ragged breath, and march straight to Finn, I swear if you saw my hair you’d see the steam rising from it.
“What the fuck was that about, Coach?” I walk directly over to Finn. “Why the fuck did you put me with a fucking heavyweight?” I struggle to catch my breath, to breathe, even, I’m so angry.
Finn doesn’t flinch, just sets the clipboard down and steps closer, his massive frame looming over me, but steady. “Hey, Cameron. I get it, bud. I’m putting you in these impossible situations because one day they’re not gonna be impossible. You don’t win if you only wrestle guys that you can beat. You need to get used to losing.”
“I’m fine with losing, but I don’t wanna get fucking humiliated every time I wrestle at practice.”
“Reuben’s a good opponent because he’s always on offensive with you. He never has to think that you’re gonna beat him, and that’s exactly how you beat him. You’re not gonna win, you’re not, but if you can get him down like you got me down yesterday, and make that something consistent against any larger guy, then you’re not gonna have any problem against someone your size. Other star boys at other schools are gonna wrestle guys bigger than them for that. I’m giving you some of the biggest.”
“I hear you,” I resign. He’s similar to Carter, but he actually has the maturity in his actions to back it up. “But getting slammed down every damn time– I’m gonna end up injured before I get to even see my first match.”
“I’ll make sure Reuben goes easier on you. I’ll watch him,” Coach reassures, nodding just once. “But you keep showing up, Cameron. You’re not here to feel good, you’re here because you love the sport, and because you’re a damn good athlete. Read him faster, and don’t let your opponent read you. Use his aggression and let him overcommit, yeah?” I nod again and he taps my headgear with his thick palm. “See me after practice.”
I work on technique for the rest of practice, sure, but the frustration has seeped into me. I can’t count how many times Reuben sneered something in my face or smeared his spit across my cheek before Coach finally regrouped all of us. Every time I tapped. Never even got a solid grip on his bigfoot looking body.
“Good work today, boys,” Finn says. “Be ready tomorrow for some more technique. We’re gonna be talking about getting out from underneath a ride– escapes, all that good stuff.”
I walk over to Coach, headgear still in hand. "I wanna enjoy my time at practice," I complain.
“You’re gonna get there– not expecting it all now– but you gotta work on getting out of your head there, bud.”
I nod. “I know.”
“These big boys aren’t gonna be your problem. It’s your head and how you approach matches with them– with me.”
I nod.
“Would you like to work on that today?”
I nod.
“Now you’re shy, Cameron.”
“Sorry.” I nod.
“Does it help if I say this is a message from Finn and not just Coach?” He smiles warmly.
I nod.
"Stop nodding."
I nod.
He laughs, pushing his arm into my shoulder playfully. Finn and I walk into the wrestling room together, and I toss my headgear aside. He pulls down his shorts to reveal no underwear underneath, and I look away for a moment, but my eyes return quickly to his heavy dick. He pulls a jockstrap out of his bag and slides it on. I stare. Then, he locks the door behind himself.
“Alright, Cam,” he steps onto the mats and adjusts himself, his jockstrap stretching taut across his massive hips and upper thigh.
The words hang for a moment, unmoving like the humid, heavy air in the room. I step out of my sweatpants into my black briefs, and slide my shirt over my head. I step onto the mat, my bare feet digging into the gentle foam. Finn circles me again, like he did yesterday, like Carter did however many weeks ago. I match him again, stepping wider than usual but letting him take the first move so I don’t reveal my strategy.
“Make me work for it, Cam,” he teases. I don’t answer, I just try to scout any way his muscles begin to respond, any tightness in his legs that maybe could give me a quarter second to react. Finn finally moves, and I roll to avoid him. I pop up and take the back of his knees with just enough force for him to topple onto his stomach. My heart races. This is my fucking chance. This is it. This is fucking it. I sprawl out over him while my mind registers such an elusive triumph that I begin to drool on Finn’s back while I mount him. I lock myself around his girth with my strong thighs, and my arms clamp around his neck. The mat squeaks beneath us, the humid air now glueing us together uncomfortably,
Finn grunts, a low, guttural thing that vibrates my chest. I feel his body tense beneath me, so I tense mine. “Not bad, boy,” he mouths, voice strained but infuriatingly composed nonetheless.
My forearm digs into his throat as he begins to buck me again, but I don’t give this time. I have him prone, at least for now. “Stay down,” I growl with the determination of a man double my size.
Finn drives his elbow into my side– not hard, but enough to completely fuck my balance and I waver. Finn capitalizes, twisting around and rolling me over until now his face is inches from mine, but he’s back on top of me. His weight settles, knees pinning my thighs, one hand holding both of my wrists over my head.
“Fuck,” I heave. Finn’s face hovers above mine, and the wave of his mullet curls just enough to create a halo around his head.
“Almost had me,” he mutters. “Almost.” He leans closer, all of Finn filling my nose. “Just gotta commit, Cameron, but– you hesitated instead. Why?”
I squirm beneath him. “Didn’t hesitate,” I mutter. “You’re just… too fucking big.”
Finn’s grin widens. “Size ain’t the problem here, Cameron. You need to go all in.” He shifts his thumbs to my pulse points. “You had me for a second there. Felt good, didn’t it?”
I don’t answer. I flick my eyes away from him and set my jaw as I turn my head to the side. It did feel good to mount him and feel his body yield for a moment under mine, but it’s arguably even better being under him.
“Look at me,” Coach, Finn, whatever says, tone sharp. I force my eyes to face the color of the earth behind his. “You’re fighting something, and you won’t tell me what, but I know it’s Carter, Reuben, that frat. You–” he presses a finger in my chest. “You… you don’t need to worry about that right now. If you wanna be a part of it, fine, but it’s in your head and it shouldn’t be right now. They’re slowing you down. They’re bullies.”
“They’re not slowing me down.”
“BS, Cameron. You’re full of shit.”
“It’s not.”
“I told you that you’re always welcome here, didn’t I?”
I nod.
“Have you always been welcome there?”
I shake my head.
“I thought so.” Finn pulls me back to my feet, and pats me on the back. “Again.”
He steps back and centers himself on the mat. I circle him slowly, controlling my pace while his neck jerks to keep an eye on me from all sides. He drops into a crouch, and I mirror him. I slide right and duck under his shooting arm to grab his thigh. I pull hard, my body weight behind my effort while I stand again and lift his leg with me. His other knee dips to correct, but he goes too far and it brushes the mat. I correct, shifting his weight with mine immediately and pounce forward as both of our bodies meet the mat. I wrap my arms around his midsection this time and muster enough strength for him to crack. He grabs at my shoulder, but I slink to the other side and lock his first arm behind his back, trying to find a sweet spot where he can’t unlock my grip.
Finn grunts a low, strained sound. “Slippery little shit,” he mutters. “Good work.”
He begins to buck again, but I shift my weight just enough and drive my hand into his neck enough to flatten him. Now I just need to get him on his back. I begin to pry his body open, scrambling behind him as I lift his mass off the ground, hoping that his weight will at least help me on the way down. I maneuver, but Finn begins to counter. I’m not letting go, not this time.
I snake my arm between his massive thighs and grab his bulge firmly, thumb pressing into his heavy balls.
“Bold move, fucker,” he grunts. His thighs flex like steel cables against my arm. I squeeze harder, but other than an initial pulse, he seems mostly unfazed. With his legs, he tears the rest of my body off of his, and I flip onto my back while he overtakes me again. Finn pins me with his knee, and his hands travel up my skin to my shoulders. I whimper, he smiles.
“Fuck,” I burst.
Finn leans into me, pressing his thick bulge against my ass and focusing his weight against me. I whimper again. Finn doesn’t stop this time. He keeps rubbing his dick firmly into my ass, against the straining fabric of his jockstrap and my briefs. I twitch, beginning to move again, but his hips dig in and push mine back down against the mat. Finn’s jaw tightens and his mouth opens, wet breath beating against my face in waves. The head of my dick is engorged so much that it peeks out from the waistband of my briefs.
“Stay down, boy,” he growls, “or make me move.”
I wrap my legs around his torso and try to gather enough torque to push him off me, but he just slams my shoulders back down against the mat.
“Close.”
“Fuck you,” I gasp, defiance flaring despite the train. I twist again, his hands dig into my shoulders. Reuben’s sneers, Carter’s manipulation and his dick– fuck, his perfect dick– they’re in my head. Finn eases off of me, shifting his weight to his heels, but he still straddles me. I need him to take over my body.
Finn grinds into me again, and my body just begs him to take me, but I can’t afford to let them fall out of my mouth. He finally stands, but I stay on my back with the tip of my dick glazed with precum. He turns his back and walks over to put his shorts back on.
“What if I want to be bullied?” My words hang in the humid air, raw and reckless, as I lie on my back with my eyes locked on the ceiling. Finn pauses, and I shift my gaze to him. His shorts are halfway up his legs, but his hands release them.
Finn finally turns, his green eyes narrowing. “What’d you say, Cameron?”
I push up on my elbows, body aching, conviction flaring despite the shame burning through my face and reddening my already flushed cheeks. “You heard me,” I mutter, each word hoarse and forced.
Finn walks over with his shorts sliding down his legs with each step, acting like he’s oblivious to what I mean when I know damn well he’s been put in my life to tease me relentlessly. He settles to his knees, and crawls over my body. “What did you say?”
“You heard me,” I rasp.
Finn clenches his jaw and he leans in closer. “You play a dangerous game.” He runs his hand along my chest and I shiver.
Then, in that same moment, he pushes my body down to the mat and his lips lock on mine. A jolt of heat and shock steals my breath as his weight grounds me. I gasp for air, breaking the kiss sooner than I want to. He pulls back, too.
“You want a bully? Then a bully you’ll get, faggot.” He practically tears my underwear down my body, finally setting my rock solid dick free.
He grabs it and gives it a firm tug while he thumbs my balls. I gasp, arching my back into his massive thigh as he begins to kiss down my body. His tongue trails lower, his breath hot against my skin, each one igniting a fire that battles the shame and guilt. His hands are rough, calloused from the metal barbells he’s more intimate with than any partner.
“You’re mine to break.”
I swallow hard, my throat drying out while my mind catches up to my heart. “Please.”
He kisses me again, lower now, teasing the edge of control. “Louder,” he commands, his fingers digging into my thighs unrelentingly. My body betrays my mind, trembling eagerly under his touch, every nerve activated and begging for him to conquer and possess me.
“Say it, faggot,” he growls.
“Please, Finn,” escapes me as my body arches into him, eyes full of desperation. His cracked hands shoot up my stomach and lock my hands above my head, agitating the stale air in the wrestling room. His tongue teases just below my waist, right next to where my dick throbs uncontrollably.
“Beg harder.”
“Finn, please– please own me.”
His eyes flash with triumph, a cruel edge to his grin as he leans in. His lips brush my inner thigh slowly, then meet each other just long enough for him to plant a series of sacred kisses that form a path to my submission.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” he grumbles, tongue flicking closer as I begin to squirm from the ticklishness of immense pleasure. “Keep going.”
“Please, Finn,” I plead. Maybe he’s figured out that I’m not good at begging, but each word is an honest surrender, placing my sword down at the foot of perversion and lust. “Take everything.”
Finn snarls, and takes my dick slowly into his mouth. I whimper as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive head, and then down the shaft. He grabs my ass and pushes it up, then he gags and spits out my cock before I can ask him to keep going. He wipes his mouth as his hands dig into my ass. He hovers over my dick, a trail of spit falling down and coating the top of my balls.
He flips me over to my stomach, hands exploring my ass. He spits into my hole and dives in, pushing inside me with his tongue further than Carter ever managed. I gasp with my face pressed into the mat as his hands spread me open and his tongue plunges, relentless and invasive. “Fucking mine,” he growls, his voice vibrating through my core. “But I can taste him in you.”
A choked moan escapes me as Finn conquers me, his words slicing through the haze. “You let Carter have you,” he growls, pulling back while his spit-slicked fingers circle my hole, teasing and punishing. His rough hands grip my hips as he begins to grind deeply into me, eyes ablaze with possessive fury while he flips me over onto my back again. “You’re mine now,” he snarls, the fourth to claim me, third to own me. His thumb presses inside me while the silence of the room around us swallows my gasps. “Beg to be only mine,” he demands.
“Please, Finn– please take me,” I beg, trying to push my weight into him.
He pushes another finger inside me and then mounts me, pulling my legs roughly onto his shoulders and leaning down while his tip begins to slip into me. My body tenses while a mix of pain and pleasure rips through the fiber of my muscles, his weight is unyielding as he fills me, each inch further claim staked on my body and mind. Everything around me morphs into a crucible around which my mind finally understands where I want to be.
“Say it again,” Finn growls. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I gasp, finally admitting to myself that I wanted someone to have, someone I wouldn’t ever question myself about. Finn’s weight presses against me and he pushes all the way in, his hips slapping against my ass while his eyes glow with triumph.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, his voice softening just enough to send a shiver down my spine. His calloused hand grips my jaw, forcing my eyes to stay on his. “No one else gets this. Not Carter. Not anyone.”
I nod, breathless, my body arching into him hard. The mat squeals with sweat beneath us, creating an ambrosia with his low grunts and my desperate moans as if he’s hypnotizing me to forget any trace of other men who have touched me. My mind screams with the intensity of it, the pain blurring into something I don’t want to escape.
“You’re mine to break, Cameron,” he rumbles. “And I’m gonna break you so good.”
I whimper, my hands reaching for his shoulders and digging into his supple skin, but he grabs my hands and pins them over my head. His thrusts grow more insistent, each one a declaration of ownership while my head spins between the shame of surrender and the electrifying need coursing through me.
“Finn,” I groan, “don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His lips crash into mine again hungrily, swallowing my moans as his hips drive relentlessly into mine. His taste– the sweat, and heat, all of his musk– it sends me to the edge. My body tightens hard, pressure in my abdomen building. I arch my back further, greedily into Finn’s sweaty musculature while my vision blurs and a choked cry escapes me. I come undone beneath him, my dick unloading eagerly. Finn keeps pounding while my body relaxes and my head finally collapses back onto the mat.
I lie there, staring up at the ceiling while his power sends jolts through my body, his breath finally hitching and body shuddering violently. A low growl tears through his throat and he collapses onto me, his hands tethering me to him.
“Up,” he says, springing up to his feet and his dick leaves a trail of his seed falling onto the mat. I slowly push up to my knees, and lean into him, taking his chubbed dick back into my mouth and cleaning his seed off of the tip and shaft
“Good fucking faggot,” he grumbles.
Finn’s hand tangles in my hair, gripping just tight enough to guide my movements as I work my tongue around his softening shaft, I glance up, catching his green eyes for a nod of approval.
“Enough,” he says, tugging on my hair. I sit back on my heels, my body buzzing with the aftershocks of what we’ve done. Finn stands over me, his massive frame casting a shadow on the mat while he catches his breath. “Get up Cameron. You good?”
“Yeah. Good.”
“No one can know about this. To anyone, I’m Coach.” He studies me for my understanding. “This can’t get to anyone, but you can still be mine, okay?”
“Okay,” I muttered, disappointed by the circumstances but nonetheless satisfied.
“Go clean yourself up.”
I nod, and he wipes up the mat then follows me out. We walk naked together to the locker room, his hand running down my back until he grabs my ass firmly. I watch him pull his jockstrap back over his dick and every movement of his just makes my stomach flip. I shake my head to reorient myself and I go rinse off.
I slink into the frat house through the unlocked doors, but the hinges bemoan my arrival and betray my own quietness. The door clicks behind me and pushes a ghastly yell through the foyer. I freeze and clutch my bag, expecting to have eyes hovering over me soon enough. I let out a shaky breath while my weight settles the boards beneath me. I don’t think I should sleep with Carter, but I’m not sure where else I’d go.
The clatter of dishes jerks me awake, my eyes snapping open to the dim gray of pre-dawn before fluttering shut again. A pocket of drool clings to my cheek, and I wipe it away on my sleeve, grimacing. My neck feels like it’s been torqued in a vice, a dull throb radiating from the base of my skull. For a second, I’m disoriented, like my head just might roll off my shoulder if I turn it too fast. The sounds from the kitchen become clearer now. I swing my feet off the corner of the couch, wincing as my sore muscles protest heavily.
Carter eventually shows face, his bare chest kissed by the warm light of the now midday sun bathing the living room. His hair’s a mess, but it’s still sexy. Lachlan’s off doing whatever he thinks he needs to to keep the frat afloat, and I haven’t seen Taylor since.
“You eat?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you enjoy your time with Finn last night?”
“It was fine.”
“Thought training with my brother might be more interesting.”
“It was good,” I correct myself. He’s jealous, and I’m an asshole. “I’m not sure if I want the one-on-one training plan.”
“Not a fan of the special treatment?”
“It’s a lot. It was hours of extra time but if he sees what y’all say you see, then that’s worth it.”
Carter shrugs, his eyes flicking to mine. “Could be he also just wants an excuse to get close.”
“You jealous?”
“I don’t get jealous.” He crosses his arms loosely like he’s trying too hard to casually guard the truth. His gaze dips before it settles back on my face. “He’s the coach. Nothing more. He’s there to guide.” Carter pauses for just long enough to savor his next words on his tongue. “Why didn’t you come home last night?”
“I did.”
“You weren’t in my bed when I woke up.”
“I slept downstairs.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think I should be sleeping with my teammates.”
“I don’t think you should be fucking your coach.”
“We didn’t fuck,” I defend.
Carter raises an eyebrow, arms still folded. “No?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Carter exhales through his nose slow and skeptical. “Then what do you call staying locked in a room with him for hours after practice ended and blowing me off?”
“We were wrestling,” I defend. “He’s gonna make me the next star and if that’s what it takes that’s what it takes. We literally talked about it with you.”
“Then let me join.”
“Join?” I repeat, voice rough while I consider him.
“Yeah,” he repeats, stepping in with his arms now resting crossed against his chest. “See how much starpower you really have.”
“Why?”
Carter’s jaw ticks. “Because I wanna see how serious you are about this.”
“Why are you the one who gets to judge that?”
“Because I care about you. Do you think I don’t care about you? I wanna see what you’re up to.” His lips part.
“Stop putting words in my mouth, Carter,” I stand.
His brows tighten. “I’m trying to get you to say what you’re thinking.”
“No, you’re putting words in my mouth.”
“Whatever.” He turns and walks into the kitchen. “If you want to be a slut for my brother and Jaeger or Lorenzo or any other man who wants it– then go ahead and do that– I don’t give a fuck.” He can’t look me in the eyes. “Sleep with whoever you want, bro, it makes you look like a real piece.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” I snap, following him into the kitchen while my arms shake with anger. He refuses to look me in the eyes. “I’m not some slut just trying to fuck your brother–” lie. “And I don’t wanna fuck your friends–” lie. “Who do you think I am?”
Carter scoffs and grabs a glass from the cabinet. “I think you’re a fucking slut,” he doubles down.
“I already told you it’s not like that.”
“Because your words are so reassuring right now, yeah.”
“Fuck you–” I sneer, voice full of breath.
“Then STOP FUCKING MY BROTHER,” he finally snaps. He slams the cabinet and the glasses shudder. I flinch and step back as heavy footsteps thunder down the hallway. “You think I’m fucking stupid, Cameron?” He presses a finger into my chest and his nail digs into my sternum.
Lachlan bursts into the kitchen with Reuben behind. “What the hell is going on?” Lachlan takes the room.
“I’m not fucking Finn!” I shout, shoving his hand off me just before Lachlan wedges himself between me and Carter.
“Back off. Both of you,” Lachlan growls. “Somebody better talk.”
Carter steps back and Reuben tugs his shoulder to shelter him. “Ask Cam. He’s the one sneaking around with my brother.”
Reuben raises his eyebrow while a toothy smile creeps across his face. “Low move, Cameron,” he antagonizes.
“That’s not what’s happening!” I snap, my voice rough while my words stick to my throat like shards of glass.
“Then what exactly is it, Cameron?” Lachlan probes.
“It’s training. Finn said it– Finn– he said that he was gonna train me so I’d develop.”
“And does Carter have any proof?” Lachlan turns his attention.
He sputters for a second until he resigns with a short “no.”
My heart hammers so hard it feels like my feet are gonna leave the ground. “It’s nothing more.”
“You’re full of shit, Cam,” Carter mutters.
I tear past Lachlan’s frame and ram Carter’s body with my shoulder. Glasses clatter and silverware falls to the floor while I shove him back against the counter, but Reuben’s hand is on me in a second, slinging me to the ground in the foyer by the fabric of my shirt. He puts his knee into my back and leans over my face.
“You’re not fighting in my house!” Lachlan roars, pulling Reuben off of me. “Take it outside or figure yourselves the fuck out.”
Carter brushes his arm and disappears upstairs while Lachlan stares me down. I stay on the ground, breathing hard and trying to extinguish the heat in my chest.
“C’mere,” he gestures, walking back towards his office. He shuts the door behind me and sits on his desk, eyes trying to pull the words from my lips. “You’re not a part of this frat.”
I shift my weight from heel to heel. “I know.”
“So act like a guest.”
I nod halfway.
Lachlan watches me, unimpressed. “I really don’t care who you’re sleeping with, that’s not my problem. But until you’re at least a pledge, you can’t just fight with whoever you want to.” He folds his arms and rolls the scruff on his chin between his fingers.
“Do you wanna be here?”
I nod again, slowly this time. “Yeah.”
Lachlan’s eyes narrow, his fingers pausing on his chin as he leans forward. “Then prove it, Cameron,” his voice is sharp. “You’re not here to be courted by Carter. He wanted to recruit you– that’s all you are to him. That’s all you should be. You want in? You show me you can handle this place without starting a damn war.”
I nod. That’s all I can do. “I can handle it.”
Lachlan tilts his head, sizing me up. “You have a month till rush. One. And right now, you’re only in because Carter wants you.”
“I’m not just here for Carter,” I defend. “He may be the reason why I’m here, but I’m more than him.”
“More than him?” he says, his voice skeptical. “Then act like it.”
I clench my fists, nails biting into my palms, and force myself to meet his gaze. “I will,” I say, my voice steady despite the whirling storm in my head.
Carter’s muttered accusations, Finn’s taunting challenges and his body overtop mine. Reuben’s knee in my back, and Jaeger pretending like he might want me. I can’t let that go. Lachlan just watches me, his fingers drumming against his fuzzy bicep before he stands abruptly.
“You’re proving it now,” he growls.
“I get it, Lachlan,” I step back and swallow hard. “I get it.”
