The Interview

Calvin was a junior reporter at one of the local newspapers in the city. He had only worked there for four months, and it was his first job after completing his college degree. Naturally, most of his assignments had been boring up to this point, but he knew that he had to cut his teeth and therefore, that was to be expected.

After an arduous Wednesday, as he was finishing up his work at six p.m., his boss walked over to his desk and informed him that he would have to interview at seven o’clock that evening. Arnie, the guy who was supposed to perform this task had rushed off to the hospital because his son had been admitted with acute appendicitis.

“What interview?” Calvin asked.

“You have to interview Bruiser Bjornson, the cruiserweight MMA champion who will be fighting at the Empire Hotel on Saturday evening,” his boss informed him.

“Huh? Seriously, Mr. Dickenson, I know nothing about fighting,” Calvin protested.

“Well, I have often overheard you moaning about the tedious assignments allotted to you, so here’s your chance to show what you are made of,” his boss challengingly responded.

Dumbstruck, Calvin just stared at him. With a mischievous grin, his boss then concluded, “Seven, room 1007, don’t be late.”

After handing over a file with some background info on Bruiser his boss turned and left. Calvin’s mind went into turmoil thinking about what the hell he was going to ask a person whom he had never even heard of, or let alone seen a photo of before.

Opening the folder before him, he stared at pictures of someone who looked like a gigantic marauding warrior.

‘Oh god,’ he thought to himself, ‘Anything but this.’

Calvin spent the next forty minutes looking over the dossier that had been handed to him.

Bruiser was large and ultra-masculine. In short, a complete wet dream for any queen into alpha males. He had an exquisitely proportioned muscular body and was ruggedly handsome. The only negative for Calvin was that Bruiser had cauliflower ears. The left ear was only slightly puffy, but the right ear was rather mangled and looked like a large dried pear. Although Calvin wasn’t squeamish about things like this, the right ear was rather hectic    

After finally departing and arriving at the hotel. As Calvin walked down the passage toward Bruiser’s suite he had butterflies in his stomach. After ringing the doorbell, Bruiser’s manager opened the door a few moments later. Upon ushering Calvin through to the lounge in Bruiser’s suite, Bruiser arose from his sofa to greet Calvin.

In-person, Bruiser was even more intimidating than he had been in the pictures that Calvin had seen of him. Bruiser stood six-foot-three-inches-tall and weighed two hundred and twenty pounds. Most of all, his brown eyes were expressive and totally riveting. Bruiser was bald and sported a short-cropped goatee. When he extended his hand to Calvin in greeting, Calvin did a double-take at the massive size of Bruiser’s hand. Calvin felt like he was in the company of a giant, which was hardly surprising, given the fact that he only was five-foot-six-inches-tall and barely weighed one hundred and thirty pounds.

Shortly after they sat down, Bruiser informed Steve, his manager, that he was comfortable conducting the interview alone and that Steve was free to leave. Naturally, Steve complied and departed after what had almost sounded like a dismissal to Calvin.

Before Calvin could proceed with the interview, Bruiser asked, “Have you eaten?”

“No,” Calvin replied in a flustered manner, having been caught off guard.

“Well, then join me for dinner,” Bruiser suggested.

“Umm… I don’t want to take up too much of your time and I have leftovers in my fridge at home, but thank you, nevertheless,” Calvin replied, with a civil smile.

“I insist,” Bruiser countered, before resuming, “I am really hungry and could eat a horse right now. The problem is that I really can’t think straight on an empty stomach.”

Left with no option, Calvin simply had to give in, and soon they were on the way to a restaurant in the hotel.  

From the moment that Bruiser had laid eyes on Calvin, he was entranced by him. Calvin had an elfin-like quality that excited Bruiser incredibly. Calvin’s petite stature, blond hair, and innocent demeanour drove Bruiser wild with lust.

Bruiser always had to suppress his attraction for guys, especially ones that looked like Calvin. All his life Bruiser had been attracted to guys, but given his career choice and family’s fixated views on homosexuality, he had been imprisoned in the closet. Besides, in what was an overwhelmingly straight environment, being a gay fighter would have caused him enormous financial losses. Given his fame, Bruiser could also not take chances, because one misstep with an avaricious person could have dire consequences.

Fortunately, Bruiser was not averse to women and had enjoyed many gratifying heterosexual encounters over the years, but his real predilection was for men.       

Calvin was exactly the kind of guy that ticked every box of his predilections. Bruiser was turned on by smaller and pretty boys like Calvin.

As his eyes scanned Calvin, he imagined how great it would feel to have Calvin under his control as he manipulated Calvin’s small frame to suit his sexual cravings.

Later, once they had taken their seats in a secluded part of the restaurant, dinner was shortly ordered.

“So, what would you like to ask me?” Bruiser inquired, getting the ball rolling.

After composing himself for a few moments, Calvin asked, “Have you always liked fighting?”

Bruiser observed him for a few seconds, before replying, “I only fight in the ring. The last fight I had outside of the ring was when I was in junior school. My dad gave me hell because of that and told me that only thugs fight outside the ring. Shortly after that, he enrolled me in a wrestling class.”

After taking a sip of his water, Bruiser then continued, “Yeah, I enjoy what I do, but it’s not about beating someone up, it’s about pitting oneself against an opponent and overcoming him with strength and skill.”

As the interview progressed Bruiser told Calvin about his early career; his wins, one loss, and some interesting anecdotes. Calvin was amazed by how much he was enjoying the interview that he had dreaded. Also, he felt himself warming to Bruiser… truth be told, he was becoming physically attracted to Bruiser.

Bruiser would’ve liked to take Calvin upstairs immediately and have sex with him. He was turning on the charm and felt that Calvin was warming to him. Bruiser was also really enjoying their visual tussle and revelling in his ever-growing dominance over Calvin, whom he was sure was gay. He found Calvin’s shyness captivating and constantly had to shift in his chair as his stiff dick began to throb in his underpants.

Bruiser’s mind now began to work overtime as he started strategizing how he could have sex with Calvin. Bruiser had not masturbated in the previous few weeks. It had always been believed that before a fight, that would take the edge off a fighter’s sharpness. Because of this, any sex would definitely out of the question for him. Saturday night after the fight, however, could be a different story and well-worth taking a chance.

Bruiser then began to formulate his plan as they ate their dinner. He would supply Calvin with a complimentary ticket to the event on Saturday, with the promise of an exclusive post-fight interview. Bruiser also planned to arrange a late-night dinner for them in his suite. He wasn’t sure if he would get Calvin into his bed, but he was going to use every bit of charm that he could muster to do so.

As the dinner and interview drew to a close, Calvin had one last question left for Bruiser. 

“Tell me about your tattoos,” he asked, thinking about the pictures she had seen of Bruiser in his file.

“Why don’t I rather show and explain them to you in the flesh, upstairs,” Bruiser then suggested.

“I don’t want to put you to any trouble,” Calvin quickly answered, with an anxious look on his face.

“May I also ask you a question?” Bruiser then countered, changing tracks.

“Sure,” Calvin answered.

“Have you ever watched RuPaul’s Drag Race?” Bruiser inquired.

Bewildered and flustered, Calvin cautiously answered, “Yeah, I am familiar with that show.”

“Well, if you entered, you would win hands down,” Bruiser definitively stated, before qualifying, “The only problem is, that people would think that you are a real woman because you are just too pretty to be a guy.”

Calvin felt like he had been struck by a thunderbolt. Dubiously, all he could think of asking was, “Do you like that show?”

With a chuckle, Bruiser answered, “I love it! You know… most people would assume I like movies like Rocky and etcetera, but, much as I like those movies, I also like chick flicks.”    

On an impulse, Calvin asked, “Would you prefer me to be a female interviewer?”

With a laugh, Bruiser replied, “Actually… no. You are perfect just the way you are. In any case, let’s get back to my room so I can show off my tattoos,” before adding, “Calvin, you’ll be perfectly safe,” and then with a chuckle, Bruiser impishly concluded, “I never have sex in the weeks preceding a fight.”               

En-route, Bruiser guardedly asked, “I hope that the last bit of our conversation was off the record?”

“Oh, it was!” Calvin emphatically assured him.

“Good,” Bruiser answered with a smile.

As they progressed toward the suite, Calvin’s mind was in turmoil.

‘What the fuck is happening here?’ Calvin pondered.

Once back in the suite, Bruiser excused himself before entering the bathroom, and when he reappeared he was only wearing a pair of shorts. As he walked toward Calvin, Calvin looked at his huge feet. 

“I don’t mean to be rude,” Calvin sputtered, before continuing, “But is everything about you extra-large?”

With a raucous chuckle, Bruiser replied, “Yeah… everything,” stressing the last word.

Embarrassed, Calvin then asked if he could take a few snapshots of Bruiser’s tattoos. Bruiser had op-art tattoos on his upper arms, shoulders, and upper chest. As Calvin would also soon learn, the largest of the op-art tattoos were on his back, and it was almost as if he was wearing an ink bolero jacket.    

When the tattoos on his back were revealed, Calvin observed two thick fleshy rolls on the back of Bruiser’s neck at the base of his skull. Bruiser immediately made mention of these, bemoaning the fact that he had always hated them.

“But they are rather sexy,” Calvin replied before he could stop himself.

“Really?” Bruiser asked as he turned around, “Then I’ll definitely never complain about them again.”

Bruiser then went on to tell him that his mother had been an op-art fan. Resultantly, when he decided to ink himself, he had decided to pay homage to her after she passed away. The tattoos had taken six months to do, and the artist who did them was a master craftsman. He then also added that a joke had evolved because of the tattoos, because as he always forewarned his opponents; that’s what their eyes would be doing once he had given them a knockout punch.

Before Calvin departed at nine-thirty, after explaining that his article needed to be submitted before the midnight deadline for the following day’s publication, Bruiser dropped the bombshell. He informed Calvin that he wanted him to conduct the post-fight interview in his suite as well.

Next, after handing over Calvin’s complimentary ticket for Saturday evening, he went on to tell him that he would also be arranging a late dinner for them in his suite afterward. To underline his ‘demands,’ he assured Calvin that his manager would be in contact with his boss the following day, to inform his boss of his express wishes.    

After Calvin departed, Bruiser removed his shorts and climbed onto his bed. As he lay there he thought about Calvin and how much Calvin had turned him on. He thought about how terrified Calvin had looked when they were first introduced, but was convinced that Calvin had seriously warmed to him during the evening. By the time Calvin had left, Bruiser was sure that Calvin’s eyes had begun to signal a spark of sexual interest in him. He chuckled as he recalled how Calvin had constantly glanced at his size sixteen feet when he was showing him his tattoos. His feet had mesmerized Calvin and he would make sure that he was barefoot at all times when they were in the suite on Saturday.

In his reverie, Bruiser imagined what Calvin’s small frame would look like once it was naked. As he did so his neglected stiff dick ached with desire. He was afraid to touch his uncut cock because he knew that the slightest provocation might lead to an eruption from his frustrated organ. It intrigued him to envision how Calvin’s small body would cope with his massive ‘stick shift’ with its oversized handle. As Bruiser lay there, he anticipated how was going to enjoy ‘changing gears’ inside Calvin’s manhole.

Bruiser wasn’t into the rough sex that many of his buddies favoured, but he did like to dominate his partners. He was very fond of partners who squealed and whimpered while he was fucking them because the aural stimulation always enhanced his pleasure. After twenty minutes of tossing and turning with frustration, he gratefully drifted off to sleep.

Back in his apartment, Calvin quickly got busy with his article for the following morning’s publication. With his speedy typing skills, he shortly finished the piece, proofread it, and edited it to his satisfaction. Along with two photos that he deemed appropriate, he emailed the article to the newspaper by eleven-fifteen, three-quarters of an hour before the deadline. Satisfied, Calvin then had a quick shower.

As he lay in bed afterward, his mind went into a spin. All pictures she had ever seen of fighters had shown the guys accompanied by bawdy looking women. The women all had oversized hair and red painted talons, along with huge silicone breasts and overinflated lips. It intrigued him that Bruiser might be interested in him. After all, these guys were always straight.

Calvin began to wonder if the post-fight interview was a ruse to get him into Bruiser’s bed. Calvin had never had sex with a man like Bruiser and couldn’t believe how much the thought of this possibility was exciting him. Bruiser’s huge body and magnificently large feet and hands, made Calvin’s cock twitch with delight. With his mind in turmoil, Calvin finally drifted off to sleep.

At work the following morning Calvin re-read his article with great interest. He was very pleased with his work and was overjoyed that the two photos he had submitted had been used. He was further over the moon when his boss announced his satisfaction with Calvin’s endeavours. An hour later when Bruiser called to express his delight, Calvin’s day was made.

On Saturday, Calvin arrived at the hotel at seven-thirty, half an hour before the fights commenced. After milling around, he finally took his seat ten minutes before the show commenced. Bruiser’s fight would be the fifth one of the evening and was scheduled for ten o’clock.

When the fights got underway, it took Calvin some time to acclimatize to what he was witnessing. His initial disinclinations, however, soon began to wane and by the third fight, he had begun to enjoy the spectacle. The fourth fight was rather hectic and somewhat too bloody for his taste, but he hung in there. What intrigued him most, was watching these fighters in combat. Although on a much smaller scale, Calvin felt like a spectator in a gladiatorial arena in Roman times. From what he had read, these men were the gladiatorial superstars of this era and he could see that the spectators were besotted with them.  

After the fourth fight ended, it was finally Bruiser’s turn to enter the ring. Calvin now had his notepad at the ready to record what whatever he was about to see.

While the fighters were being introduced, Bruiser’s manager approached Calvin and handed over a spare key card to Bruiser’s suite, and also confirmed their dinner arrangement.

When the fight got underway the two opponents seemed to be evenly matched. The first round was somewhat subdued after the hectic antics of the previous fight, but during round two, however, things got a lot livelier and Bruiser seemed to have all the answers to counter anything that his opponent threw at him. With less than half a minute left before the end of that round, Bruiser had his adversary well and truly pinned on the mat and the tap-out came seconds later. 

Calvin remained on to hear what the two fighters had to say in the ring after their fight and then quickly made his way to Bruiser’s suite. Upon his arrival, he quickly sat at the desk to arrange his notes into a basic structure before Bruiser’s appearance. Dexterously, as always, he soon had the full report before forwarding it.

As he did so she kept thinking about Bruiser in the ring. He had never before had the slightest interest in any form of combat sports and yet, here he sat thinking about what a magnificent sight Bruiser had been in the ring. When he had finally overpowered his opponent, a flush of sexual excitement had pulsed through Calvin’s body as he inexplicably yearned to be vanquished by this dominant man.

Later, when Bruiser entered the apartment wearing a tracksuit, Calvin could see his puffy left eye, and the cut that he had sustained above his right eyebrow. Since meeting him Bruiser had grown on Calvin, and his battle scars further enhanced his attraction to Bruiser. Although Calvin had always been drawn to masculine men, Bruiser infinitely transcended his normal parameters.        

Smiling, Bruiser quickly excused himself with a warm smile before heading off to take a shower. Upon returning to the room, Bruiser only wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

“Did you enjoy the fight?” Bruiser asked.

“You were incredible,” Calvin gushed.

With a chuckle, Bruiser replied, “Thanks, baby, I’m so glad you are here.”

Calvin was intrigued by the term of endearment that Bruiser had chosen and was almost too afraid to overthink its use. 

“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered dinner for us?” Bruiser then inquired.

“No, I’m sure it will be great,” Calvin assured him.

Before the arrival of dinner, Bruiser sipped on a beer as if it was the most precious liquid in the world.   

After their dinner trolley arrived and they were finally seated to enjoy the meal, Bruiser looked at Calvin and asked, “I hope you are not in a hurry to get home tonight?”

“No, not at all,” Calvin answered demurely, with anticipation flooding his system.

Bruiser now got a serious look on his face as commenced his dissertation, “Calvin, I live a very restricted existence. Much as I am comfortable dating and sleeping with women, that is all for show and comes with the territory. Like you, I prefer men. That, as you would imagine, is not good for the business I am in. Meeting you has reawakened that need in me and I would love to go to bed with you tonight. Now I know that you might not find an ugly ogre like me attractive… No, let me finish,” he then interjected as he saw Calvin was about to interrupt him. “The thing is… I need you to promise your absolute discretion on this matter and if my advances are not suitable to you, I won’t hold it against you. All I ask is that what I have just told you never to leave this room... Please,” Bruiser earnestly concluded.

Calvin was overcome by the anxiety in Bruiser’s eyes after his awkward revelation. Measuredly, Calvin then answered, “I would love to stay the night, and secondly, I would never betray you.”

With a reassuring smile, Calvin then concluded, “An indiscretion like that would be the death knell to my career in any case. A breach of confidentiality is simply unacceptable in my profession.”

With a relaxed and loving look on his face, Bruiser extended his arm and placed his huge paw over Calvin’s hand before gently squeezing it. The radiation of warmth was like nothing Calvin had ever felt before.

‘Oh, Jesus… I am falling in love with this man,” he thought, before mentally reminding himself, ‘But this can’t go anywhere.’

With that thought in mind, Calvin instinctively withdrew his hand.

“What’s the matter?” Bruiser asked.

“Much as I would love to be in your bed tonight, I know that because of what you do, this will simply only be a one night stand, and I’m not sure that I can cope with that.”

“Don’t you find me appealing?” Bruiser then asked.

“Jesus… Bruiser, you are exquisite. Earlier this evening I couldn’t wait to get into bed with you. My only problem now is… How I will deal with the fallout once you leave. I’m sorry if I seem to be a cock-tease, but, I’d rather live with the thought of anticipation, rather than the knowledge of regret.”

“Put your hand back on the table,” Bruiser now firmly stated.

Calvin obediently complied. After once more taking control of Calvin’s hand, Bruiser beguilingly looked at him firmly and said, “You are staying tonight. Please don’t underestimate my feelings toward you. I’m not looking for an easy lay. For your information, I am smitten with you and what you need is a little faith,” Bruiser added, before continuing, “If I was just looking to get laid, my management could have selected a multitude of free-range pussies that are always on offer to me. I have no problem screwing chicks. That, however, is not my first choice. Calvin, please just let me make love to you, that’s all I ask.”

Calvin’s resistance had been negated by now. He wanted Bruiser with a passion he had never before felt. The feeling of Bruiser’s massive hand sent shivers down Calvin’s spine as he looked into Bruiser’s expressive eyes.

What happened next, was like a heavenly out-of-body experience for Calvin.   

After Bruiser arose off his chair, he encapsulated Calvin in his muscular arms and commenced kissing him. The sensuality of Bruiser’s approach was breath-taking.

Next, Calvin felt his body being lifted as he was aerially transported to the massive bed in Bruiser’s suite. After Calvin’s body had been gently placed on the bed, Bruiser began to unwrap his body in a reverential manner, like a person who had just received a precious gift, and meticulously commenced removing the gift paper.

Once naked, Calvin looked up at the disrobing Priapus who was magically transforming before his eyes. The sight of Bruiser’s huge manhood made Calvin mentally gasp as it majestically swayed in excitement before him.

“Jesus, baby, you have no idea how much I need you tonight,” Bruiser said as he mounted the bed between Calvin’s legs.

In a leisurely fashion, Bruiser’s mouth now commenced smothering Calvin’s body in deifying worship as he traversed Calvin’s frame. The gratifying sensation that overcame Calvin was beyond anything he had ever experienced before. To Bruiser’s delight, Calvin’s squirming and squealing moans of pleasure signalled the promise of a night he would never forget. The small body that he had in his grasp, made every corporeal fibre of his brain rabid with lust, as Bruiser’s neglected nuts began to twitch with horniness. With his mouth crisscrossing the prize he had yearned for since meeting Calvin, Bruiser couldn’t wait to rupture his spunk into Calvin’s backside. 

“Oh my god, Calvin, my overloaded balls need to be liberated,” Bruiser exclaimed as he quickly turned Calvin’s body over onto his stomach.

Calvin knew that his arse would take huge strain but was happy to oblige. Bruiser’s entry was extremely taxing and Calvin gasped as his sphincter got excitedly pulverized.

At this point, however, Bruiser’s lust could no longer be contained. Much as he didn’t want to hurt Calvin, Bruiser’s horniness now took full control as he pounded Calvin’s backside mercilessly. The boy’s whimpering as he did so further fuelled his arousal, as his scrotum begged for liberation as the taut skin of Calvin’s portal clamped onto his dick.

When Bruiser erupted in Calvin’s backside, the uncontrollable shuddering of Bruiser’s compressing body was like a magical elixir to Calvin’s overstimulated manhole.  No anal onslaught had ever excited Calvin more than this.

“I’m sorry, baby, please forgive me,” Bruiser said apologetically once he had unloaded.

Much as Calvin had coped with the offensive, he was, nevertheless relieved that it had ended, allowing him a well-earned respite. Calvin fully understood the pent-up frustration that Bruiser must have been undergoing because of his strict prefight regimen.

Once the fireworks of the initial encounter had been dispensed with, the remainder of the night was a blissful repetition of ongoing sensuality and pleasure.   

Throughout, Bruiser remained satisfyingly dominant and demonstrated an unbelievable libido. Calvin had never enjoyed such an ardent and passionate spate of lovemaking ever before.

When Calvin left early the following morning, he did so with a heavy heart. Bruiser had an early flight that morning and assured Calvin that he would be hearing from him. Truthfully, although Calvin did not place a great deal of confidence in Bruiser’s promise, he was, nevertheless, very contented with his night of ecstasy.

Amazingly, Calvin did receive a phone call from Bruiser the following evening to thank him for their night together.

What Calvin did not realize was that Bruiser was, as he had declared, totally smitten with Calvin. Bruiser had earned a great deal of money and was growing tired of fighting. It was an arduous life and he also knew that as he grew older, the physicality of this profession would begin to take a toll on him. Bruiser reckoned that after a further pay-out or two, he would finally be able to give up this chaotic lifestyle and get on with his real life. In Bruiser’s mind, Calvin was the ideal catalyst to motivate his retirement decision.

When Calvin arrived at work on Monday, his boss was extremely complimentary about his coverage of the fight that Bruiser had partaken in. All the backslapping, nonetheless, couldn’t compensate for the emptiness he had now begun to feel.

At around three that afternoon, however, Calvin received a phone call from an editor in the city where Bruiser lived, expressing a strong interest in employing him. Furthermore, a job interview was summarily set for the coming Saturday.

That night, Bruiser called to ask if Harry, the editor from the local paper in Bruiser’s city, had called Calvin to set up an appointment for an interview.

To cut a long story short, a few weeks later Calvin drove to the new city he would be living in after resigning from his old job. Bruiser had promised to arrange accommodation for him. As Calvin had been renting a fully furnished apartment, there was no furniture to transport. Bruiser also assured him that he had made a similar arrangement for Calvin, therefore also requiring no furniture.

After arriving at Bruiser’s mansion, Bruiser met Calvin at his vehicle.

“Should I leave my stuff in the vehicle before we head off to my place?” Calvin asked as he got out of his car.

“No, let me help you carry your stuff in,” Bruiser answered.

“Oh, so when will my place be available?” Calvin inquired, slightly perplexed.

“Baby, this is your new home… our home,” Bruiser answered.

“Huh?” Calvin incredulously asked.

“I told you to have a little faith and I wasn’t joking. Jesus, you have no idea how I have missed you,” Bruiser said with a huge grin.

As Calvin’s eyes welled up with tears, Bruiser clasped hold of him and kissed him.

“Welcome to your new home, baby,” Bruiser whispered in Calvin’s ear.