The Recruited Wrestler

"Hey bro, that was one hell of a match that you had. I'm Liam."

"Who?" I turn around and face him, he rests a hand on my shoulder.

"Liam," he repeats himself. "I wrestled here as a senior when you were a freshie."

"Oh! Damn, I didn't know it was you," my surprise turns into a slight smile. He drops his hand to his side. I take a few moments to look over his muscular body, he stands quite a bit taller than me, at 6' even and 195 pounds, his broad shoulders are evidence of years of har work and weightlifting.

"I'd really like to take you on a tour of our campus. It's like twenty minutes away from here. Up to you, of course, but our wrestling program would be amazing with you as an addition." He runs his hands through his light brown and curly hair. His hopeful eyes are almost impossible to turn down.

"I-" a short pause, "I'll have to think about it." I fold my singlet down and reveal my defined body, impressive, but it pales in comparison to Liam's. "I'm Coleman," I reply confidently. "I guess I'll see you in a few minutes."

He nods as I begin making my way to the locker room. Most of the team had already gone home, as it's been a long Saturday, and everyone wants to rest after the competition.

I strip out of my singlet and grab a clean pair of clothes. Liam follows me into the locker room, but I don't notice him until I turn around to put my gear back in my bag on the locker room bench behind me. "Oh, hey, Liam." I cover my soft dick and blush a little.

"Sorry, kinda didn't cross my mind that you'd strip in here. Dumb of me, ain't it?"

"Pretty dumb, bro." I turn around and pick up my singlet off of the ground. As I do, I feel his cold hands grab my ass, one of them making its way up to my neck. "Liam?"

He shushes me, and then more aggressively puts me into a headlock. "You really are cute."

He rubs his semi hard bulge against my bubble butt. My 5'7 150 muscled body is no match for him. If he weren't a wrestler I would have socked him in the mouth and run, but I'm in no position to fight. Liam presses me against the lockers and bends me over, and lets me out of the headlock. My mind races with ways that I can escape, but he's a bull, and I'm simply a dog trying to size him up. He steps back and sits on the bench. "Stay," he demands, and I comply. "You've won one state championship. You're good, but you're not great."

"Fuck off."

He chuckles before continuing, "I can shape you into the second best wrestler our college has ever seen, if you want." He spanks me gently, but it's enough to get me to jolt slightly. As he stands, I take this as my chance to escape. I push as hard as I cam backward, which causes him to topple over the bench and land on the cold tile floor. I run towards the exit of the locker room, leaving my clothes behind. I walk out cautiously, but before I take my second step, Liam is there to grab my neck and pull me back into the locker room. I fight my hardest, but with what seems to be little effort, he forces me to the floor and rests his foot on me. "So, this is something you wanna do the hard way?" He begins to put more of his weight on my back, and I groan slightly, but try not to seem weaker than I am. He moves his foot to my throat, and pushes down more and more, beginning to cut off my air flow. I plead with him but he just laughs as he watches me struggle. Like a fish out of water, I'm helpless to this superior man and am left squirming and flopping on the locker room floor, hoping that what I do helps me shake free of his crushing weight.

"Please," I mutter once more before I fade out of consciousness. When he wakes me up, I'm sitting under the warm flowing water of a shower head. He lifts me up, and then bends me over again. I feel his tongue beginning to explore my ass, and I can't help but moan. It's a new experience, and no matter how much I despise this, him eating me out actually feels good.

"You better not fucking move," he says, leaving the showers and coming back with a small container of lube a few moments later. He rubs it on his thick, 7" cock and massages the head, deeply moaning. I feel his cock head pressing up against my tight pink hole. I've never had anything pushed in it, nevertheless a sizable cock, bigger than mine at least. He forces the head in me and I gasp, naturally pulling off to try and minimize the burning sensation that immediately takes over the relative pleasure of having him tonguefucking me instead. He slowly inserts the rest, and I moan in pain, trying to be as quiet as possible, but to no avail. He pulls out slowly, and more easily enters, pressing in a bit further. I feel the pressure of his cock against my expanding hole, and then it slides in completely, accompanied by a light yelp from the shock of his thick cock stretching me out substantially.

"Fuck yeah faggot," he murmurs to me, grabbing my shoulders and slowly beginning to thrust in and out of my tight ass, still clenched. "Relax, he says, rubbing my sweaty and wet muscles as he begins to pick up the pace of his fucking. Like a slut, I begin to moan more loudly as he bucks his cock into my hole. "I knew you'd like this."