Dominate Or Be Dominated
I met Tony last year at a wrestling tournament when he was coaching a college-level club. He’s a typical wrestling coach – about 50, strong build – you can tell he used to be ripped in his glory days, but now he’s a little stockier. His ears are mangled from years on the mat, and his hair is copped short, but kind of salt and pepper now.
I’d been messaging some of my buddies that I was looking for a place to stay for a few months. I’m a welder and had just finished a job and wanted to save some cash until the next one came along. I wasn’t having much luck as I worked my way through my contacts, until I got to Tony. I didn’t know him well, but we are both former wrestlers and both still take part in the odd veterans tournament, so we’re part of the brotherhood.
Turns out, Tony had been divorced for about a year and was living in the wrestling gym he ran. He put in a loft with a bed and sectioned off an area as a kitchen/living room. He said I was welcome to crash at his place if I didn’t mind sleeping on the couch or the huge wrestling mat that took up most of the space.
Tony was a good guy but I definitely wouldn’t describe him as easy going. He was your standard hot-headed Italian-American. He had a reputation of being tough on his wrestlers and that carried over to most of his interactions. The first night I got there I made the mistake of putting my bags in the loft area because I didn’t really see any other place to put them.
“What the fuck is your shit doing in my loft?” he yelled at me as soon as he saw my bags.
“I didn’t know where I should put them,” I said.
“How about in your fucking car?! Any privileges you want around here you’re gonna have to earn!” he shouted, which I quickly figured out what just how he talked usually.
“Okay,” I said, “how do I earn my privileges?”
“What’s that?” he growled, pointing to the wrestling mat.
“A mat,” I answered. “So i gotta pin you if I want to ring my bags in?”
“Oh, you’re not so stupid after all,” he shot back. “You got shoes and gear?”
“Up in the loft,” I said.
“Well let’s get changed up.”
We both went up to the loft area and stripped down. For a few seconds we just stood there, naked, sizing each other up. Tony had a thick layer of chest hair, with a few gray strands. His arms were well-developed and he had the thick neck of a wrestler with nice traps and round shoulders. He had a little bit of a belly, coated in a layer of fur that led down to a wiry untamed bush framing his fat dick and low-hanging balls.
He flexed a little bit to try to intimidate me. My chest was smoother, but the places I did have body hair – my pits, my dick, my ass crack, were shaggier. I pulled on a pair of underarmour compression shorts, as Tony went for an old-school jock strap and shorts made of sweat pants material.
We tied our shoes and went down to the mat. I figured we would take our time to warm up, but Tony came at me like a tank. We locked up and within 10 seconds he got me in a headlock and slammed me to the mat. This was humiliating. I squirmed around for a little while and tried to bridge, but he was so strong. The only way to win some respect from him was to keep fighting and not let myself get pinned. But every time I tried to turn myself over to my belly he cranks his rock hard arms even more and brought me to my back again.
I looked up to see streams of sweat running from his armpits down his arms and onto my face. I could almost taste his deodorant. He was loving it.
“Is that all you got?” he asked, smiling?
Tony leaned his back into my chest, pressing my shoulders into the mat. We both knew I was pinned but he wasn’t letting up.
“Before I let you up I just wanna know you understand who the alpha is around here,” he said. “Lemme hear you say it.”
“Ughhhh,” I groaned. “You’re the alpha. You’re the stud around here.”
“Glad we got that straight,” Tony said. “From now on, any disagreements, that’s the way we are going to decide it.”
With that, he set my free and I filled my lungs with air. Tony stood up, looking down at his defeated new roommate as I tried to catch my breath.
“Now, I’m gonna take a shower and when I get out, your shit will be out of my room,” he said. To add insult to injury he peeled off his clothes and tossed them onto me, with his sweaty jockstrap landing square on my face.
I don’t know why, but there was something comforting about the warm dampness of his jock. Knowing it was cradling his balls as he dominated me.
As the days went on, Tony and I would fight and wrestle over everything from what we watched on TV, to who got to use the shower first to who did the chores around the place.
We spent most of our time on the mat and eventually I had improved my wrestling enough that I would occasionally beat him.
One day, I decided I was tired of sleeping on the couch and told him I wanted the bed.
He looked at me almost impressed that I had the balls to demand his bed in his own house. “Okay, if you want it you have to pin me AND make me call you the alpha, otherwise you don’t even get the couch – the mat is your bed.”
“Deal.”
We decided to wear singlets this time, as this was going to be a big match. Tony gave me one of his to wear and tossed me one of his jockstraps to wear underneath.
I had to admit, Tony looked good in his singlet. His was low-cut so his nipples and hairy chest were plain to see. His jock protruded quite a bit at the top and the lycra was hugging his ass tightly.
We locked up and pushed each other around for a while, with the odd slap on the side of the head landing as we got rougher. Finally I got a single leg and took him down. My arms were wrapped around his stomach as I tried to turn him, but he wasn’t gonna let me have that. Instead I shoved my arm between his legs and tried to lock my hands in his groin. “Arghhh,” he groaned as I pressed my forearm against his balls.
“That feel good?” I asked him mockingly. As I applied more pressure I was able to lift him up and with a massive grunt, i stood up and flipped him over onto his back.
Tony was stunned and momentarily disoriented. Even though I had been getting better as a wrestler, he still expected to crush me. I could see the fear in his eyes as I climbed onto him for a Saturday Night Ride. He bucked his hips as best he could but by that time was was straddling him. It was almost like i was pinning his dick as I pressed my pelvis into his. I slid up higher onto his body and leaned forward has he tried to arch his back. There was no way he could knock me off as his shoulders sunk deep into the mat.
I had him pinned, but that was just the first part. I had to make him totally submit to me. I put my down to his and whispered into his ear: “You ready to give up your alpha title?”
“Fuck no, you gotta do better than that!”
I slid up higher on him, placing my knees in his armpits, so i was straddling his face. His chin pressed into my balls. And suddenly I noticed something was happening that hadn’t happened before when wrestling. My dick was getting hard!
I locked my hands behind Tony’s head and brought his face closer to my crotch. Tony was totally helpless – in a predicament he had probably never been in before judging by the look in his eyes. I taunted him more as I buried his face in my bulge. He clearly was having trouble breathing. I would give him some air for a few seconds and them bring him back in. I asked him one more time: “Who’s the alpha?” and finally the answer came back: “You are! You are!”
My dick grew even harder after hearing that. I let Tony’s head drop to the mat as he gasped for air. Normally I would just stand up and that would be it. But something compelled me to go further this time.
I got to my feet and looked down at Tony as he laid there broken, in utter defeat. But instead of walking away, I stripped off my singlet and then my jockstrap and then pulled Tony to his knees in front of me.
“I won,” I said.
Tony stared at my rock hard cock and knew what he had to do. He opened his mouth and I shoved it past his lips, deep into his throat. Then I started pumping, slow at first but then harder. I had finally beaten the alpha and I felt like a king. I pulled Tony’s mouth off my dick and pushed him back on the mat. I got back on top of him, the way I had beaten him before and jerked my self off until a warm waterfall of cum splashed down onto Tony’s face.
We both took a breather, taking in what had just happened. It seemed out of the blue, but I think we both knew it was bound to happen. That much testosterone had to come out somehow.
I again got to my feet, my cock still dripping with cum.”
“I’m gonna go take a nap in my bed now,” I said. “You can come if you want.”
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