The Real Heel

The Real Heel

by Cocky Punk

Shaun stood at 6’0” tall and weighed 195lbs. He admired himself in the mirror, wearing black wrestling trunks over a black jock, tall black wrestling boots laced up tight and black wristbands. He smiled and thought he looked suitably heel-like. He had a match in mere minutes and was still debating between the "leather-dom" look, which was popular among his fans, and the traditional heel look that he now sported. He had not been this excited about a match in a long time, but Thor had really gotten his juices going.

*****

Shaun was in his mid thirties, classically good-looking and very masculine. He had black curly hair and sported a black goatee, which helped him maintain his well-known heel image. Shaun was no gym built, pretty boy; he was all man. He was definitely attractive, with a great manly body and a tremendous magnetism that leapt of the screen. He had recently let his body hair grow back and now had a nice dusting of black curly hair on his torso. He had nice round hard pecs, a flat stomach, defined arms and strong legs.

Shaun had been a pro-style wrestler for many years and had become known for his work on wrestling videos. He had won and lost, but he had mostly made his name as a heel – either dominating jobbers or losing to other heels. The advantage of being a star like Shaun was that he could often choose who to wrestle and the result of the match. The men who watched his tapes loved to watch Shaun, win or lose.

Over the years, Shaun had recruited many guys into the organization and was always on the lookout for new talent. He knew that he was still a hot ticket, but that wouldn’t last forever. Eventually he would have to move out of the ring, at least as a paid professional. He would always wrestle for fun; he loved wrestling too much to ever give it up. But for now, Shaun was paving the groundwork by becoming a recruiter and booker. The video company paid Shaun very well to find new young wrestlers, knowing his instincts were always right.

Shaun had a long-standing policy of taking as many sane challenges as he could. He only fought pro, and was pretty open, as long as the match was erotic and his opponent agreed to his stakes. Knowing his goal was to find new talent, Shaun put high stakes on all his matches with new guys. He always beat the novices and had to make sure they would be willing to “go the distance”. Although some of the talent wouldn’t go naked, Shaun didn't think that was right. In Shaun's opinion, every match should end with at least the loser stripped. Guys were paying a big price to watch and should be rewarded.

Shaun was flooded with challenges and offers to wrestle and he had learned to figure out quickly who was okay and serious and who was not. When he had received Thor’s e-mail, Shaun was immediately intrigued. Thor adopted a familiar personality – the supernal. While Shaun was often faced with heel vs. heel challenges, Thor’s was different.

First, Thor didn't want to get into the video business. He didn't want to wrestle on video and wasn't looking for a career. Shaun liked that. He had no doubt that he could change Thor's mind if Thor worked out, but at least he was not coming in looking for work.

Second, Thor looked like a real man. By real man, Shaun meant that Thor was not one of the bodybuilding stud muffins who lived in the gym that wanted to break into the video business. Shaun liked that. He had always preferred destroying a real man, making him beg for mercy, and then beg to be used and fucked. Shaun got off on man-to-man contact and control. Controlling a guy like Thor – a guy who had never been dominated – was exactly what he liked best of all. Thor stood 6’1” and weighed 230lbs. He was solid, with a 35” waist and extremely powerful biceps, measuring 19”. Thor had shaved his head to stubble, which matched his beard, which was only stubble. In the picture he provided, Thor was wearing black leather shorts, black wrestling boots and a black leather armband. He carried a title belt over his shoulder, which was the cockiest thing Shaun had seen in a while. Thor had a cute, cocky smirk on his face – if Shaun didn’t know better, he would think Thor was showing contempt for him in the still photo. Yes, Shaun liked good-looking bears and Thor was that, all right.

The third thing that attracted Shaun was that Thor’s e-mail was very well written – coherent and detailed about what he was looking for. He wanted a challenging high stakes erotic match. But there was an underlying tone of confidence that Shaun liked. Thor wasn’t begging for a tryout; he was instead saying, in effect, ‘here I am, face me if you dare’. That was a refreshing change for Shaun, who was usually begged for matches and fucks. Shaun figured Thor probably had a lot of guys willing to submit to a stud like him, so he knew how boring it was after a while.

Shaun immediately replied, surprised at the major hard-on he was sporting in his jeans. This Thor had made all the right moves and the last thing that intrigued him was from where Thor had e-mailed him. Thor was in a city only 50 miles away. If things worked out, Shaun might just get himself a regular wrestling dummy. Having this hot man at his disposal for regular matches would be sweet.

“Well,” Shaun mused, “Thor, you’ve got my attention. You’ve got three hits and no strikes so far. Bases are loaded, let’s see if you can hit the grand slam.” Shaun wrote his response in character, deciding it was time to get serious about checking Thor out and moving this little challenge along.

*****

After a flurry of e-mails and responses, Shaun was eagerly waiting for Thor to arrive and still debating what to wear. They had set all the parameters for the match. Shaun was waiting in his expansive loft, large enough to hold his pro-style wrestling ring. The lights in the loft were out, except for the spotlights over the ring.

Shaun waited in the far corner of the loft after deciding on the traditional pro look. He was incredible looking in his traditional black trunks over a black jock. He wore his knee-high black wrestling boots, polished to an incredible shine. He had changed the wristbands to two tight black armbands that sat over his biceps, emphasizing the muscle. He could see the front door through the maze of columns in his place, but from the door, you couldn’t see him in the dark. Shaun wanted to watch Thor come in, see his reaction and watch him change into his gear. He had given explicit instructions about what was to happen, which Thor agreed to. The two men had been remarkably in tune with each other. Thor told Shaun that he had never wrestled in a ring before, but was excited to do so.

Shaun heard the massive barn door open to his loft. He looked out and saw the silhouette of a big guy at the door. It was Thor, all right. Shaun was mildly surprised that Thor was wearing his gear. He must have changed in the hall and Shaun was impressed at the thought that this man would be confident enough to do that.

Thor walked up to the ring, carrying a duffel bag and wearing the outfit from the picture he had sent Shaun, even wearing his title belt around his waist. Thor threw his duffel bag down and leapt up to the apron, climbing into the ring. He posed in the corner, foot on the second rope behind him, leaning and looking confident and cocky. Shaun was on his way out when he noticed he was already hard! Shaun waited a minute and settled himself down. Thor should be rock hard about facing him, not the other way around. He had to admit, Thor looked really cute with the smirk and Shaun couldn’t wait to make this studly bear his own plaything.

Thor just calmly stayed in the corner and stared into the darkness where Shaun waited. Finally, Shaun emerged. They exchanged no words, just circled each other. This was the ultimate pro match – no chitchat and no sharing a beer and hanging out. Both men wanted the experience to be as real as possible.

Shaun said, “Are you keeping the belt on, boy?”

Thor smirked and struck a double bicep pose, flexing his big arms. They looked even bigger in real life than in pictures. Thor said, “Why don’t you strip it off me, big guy? And while you’re at it, give these pythons a kiss. You should get used it; you'll be begging to suck on them before I'm done with you.”

Shaun walked up to Thor and they stared each other in the eye, chests brushing. Neither man gave an inch, their hot breath hitting the other like a ton of bricks. Under the hot lights, they were already sweating. Thor backed up, making Shaun smile. Shaun said, “Round one to me, boy.”

Thor smirked, “I don’t think so, I just wanted to give you more room to start kissing my cannons. You obviously want to. And want to BAD.” Thor pointed at Shaun’s pouch. The jock and trunks were doing nothing to impede the growth of his cock, which stood out erect, nine inches from his body. Shaun blushed, irritated at himself. He had to reach down and adjust himself while Thor watched, hands on hips, legs spread, looking supremely confident.

When Shaun finished, Thor flexed again, “Nothing to say? Guess you’ve never seen a real man, eh, boy?”

Shaun replied, “Fuck you.” Thor started to exit the ring. “Where the fuck are you going?” Shaun asked.

Thor hopped out of the ring, picked up his duffel bag and looked back with contempt on his face. “Hey, I’m flattered you’re into me like that. But look, I agreed to a wrestling match against a big, bad heel. I told you, it’s the fucking challenge that turns me on, man. I’ve lots of guys lined up who want to lie down for me and be dominated and fucked by a real man. You’re obviously not any better than them. You’re sure as hell not what you claim to be. You’re just another poser, heel-wannabe. Stick to acting on videos, loser, and leave the real wrestling to guys like me.”

Shaun was steaming – if anyone was a poser it was Thor. He ran out of the ring and charged up to Thor, blocking his way. “Listen, buddy, you get your fucking ass back in that fucking ring. I’m going to beat the living crap out of you and then laugh in your face as you beg for mercy then beg me to fuck you.”

Thor tossed down his bag, removed his belt and spread his arms wide. “You want me in that fucking ring, poser boy? Then why don’t you quit begging me to fight you? For fuck sakes, loser, prove you’re a fucking man and drag me back, otherwise I’m out of here.”

Shaun was stunned, but energized. Thor was right. So far, Shaun had not been what he had promised – the heat he felt for Thor had thrown him off. Shaun got into his heel character. Without warning, Shaun shot out his left hand and landed a fist into Thor’s gut. Thor was mildly winded, but Shaun followed up with another fist, then landed a series of forearms into Thor’s big chest! Thor was sent back, staggering back towards the ring.

Shaun slugged Thor again and when Thor bent over, Shaun grabbed hold of his leather trunks and neck. He tossed Thor back into the ring and climbed onto the apron. Thor immediately got up. Shaun was still on the outside of the ropes, with Thor standing inside. Thor slapped his chest, then his stomach. “Oh yeah, poser boy, I knew you had it in you. Bring it on, boy! Bring it on!”

Shaun smiled. This was going to be fun.

*****

The two men wrestled for an hour, give-and-take, tons of devastating pro moves, but neither man getting a clear advantage. Both men were drenched in sweat. Shaun had been rock hard for most of the match; the thrill of this real challenge was too exciting.

Shaun was completely exhausted by this point. He hammered his forearms into Thor's big chest, but they just bounced off. Thor had not launched any offense for a little while either. Shaun figured he must be equally as tired. Shaun managed to maneuver Thor into a sleeper hold.

"It's all over now, big fella. Get ready to be my bitch. That big ass of yours is going to feel pretty sweet when this is done," Shaun laughed.

Thor sank to the ground, growing limp in the hold. Shaun tightened his grip. When Thor stopped struggling, Shaun counted, "One … this is it, another wannabe down for the count … Two … oh yeah, the punk is out, man, I can't wait to take that belt …"

Just as Shaun kept taunting, Thor thrust his right arm in the air, signalling he was anything but out of it! Shaun was in shock. Thor shook his hand, like Hulk Hogan from the 80's and started back. Shaun held on for dear life, but Thor powered to his feet. Shaun jumped onto his back, clutching as tight as he could! “No way, fucker! No way you can break out of my sleeper!”

Thor screamed and flexed, pumping up like Shaun wasn’t even there! He ignored the close to 200lbs man hanging from his neck and walked around the ring. He moved to the center, facing one of the corners. He then charged straight back, leaping off his feet and flying back into the opposite corner, slamming Shaun into the corner turnbuckle. Shaun was squished in the turnbuckle, pain ravaging his body. Shaun lost his grip and felt the pain from his back spread across his body.

When Thor walked away, Shaun crumpled to the mat. Thor spun around and flexed for Shaun. Shaun's eyes went wide. Thor looked as massive and powerful as ever, as if the past hour had not happened. Thor shook his head as Shaun struggled to pull himself to his feet. The hour-long marathon had been constant exertion and Shaun was wiped. Thor, however, looked stronger than ever.

"What’s the matter, Mr. Big Video Star? Tired? Too bad for you this isn’t one of your little fake matches … no stopping for a break in this match, poser boy. Can’t take five here, slut! Now, let’s see who’s the fucking punk!”

Shaun waited until Thor was close, then shot out his boot to fend the big man off. Thor laughed and slapped Shaun's boot aside. “Give it up, poser boy, you’re a loser; Thor’s the champ for a reason, boy. You can act tough, but I am tough. Get ready to feel the hurt, boy!” Thor reached forward and seized Shaun's hair, pulling him from the corner.

Thor said, “Guess I should've told you this before the match, pretty boy, but I like endurance matches. I like to fight a guy until he can't go any longer. That's when I get serious. Looks like you're there now, eh, Superstar?"

Thor moved Shaun into a headlock. Shaun tried to break the hold, but he couldn’t even budge the big man’s arms. Thor flexed his biceps into Shaun’s temple, causing the pressure to grow.

“How’s that feel? Like that? That’s the muscle you’re going to fucking worship, boy. That’s the muscle that fucking owns you. Oh yeah, my cannons have their own little muscle-whore.”

Thor walked Shaun around the ring, keeping up the verbal barrage against the helpless star. “Tell ya what, muscle-whore, give in now and you’ll spare yourself a lot of pain!” Thor bounced his big muscle, emphasizing his control. Shaun’s head was bright red and he felt humiliated. He couldn’t break the simplest of holds. The pressure on his head just grew stronger and he was losing control.

“Who’s the muscle bitch? You’re going to fall to a headlock, boy! A headlock’s too much for you! Feel that power, baby!” Thor’s arm was pumped and throbbing, the incredible hours he spent building his arms and his endurance paying off in spades! Shaun dropped to one knee, the power leaving his legs. He kept muttering ‘no’ but the answer was ‘yes’. He was going to be defeated by a headlock – oh, the humiliation for one of gay wrestling greatest heels to be defeated this way by a nobody!

In desperation, Shaun launched a weak fist into Thor’s stomach, but it bounced off and Thor barely felt it. Shaun was completely wiped, barely able to raise his arms. Shaun’s arms fell limp and he remained kneeling on one knee beside his dominator.

Thor was smiling and released the hold. Shaun stayed kneeling while Thor grabbed hold of his thick black hair, yanking his head back. The super heel smiled and said, “You didn’t think I beat you with a headlock, did you? No way, my little muscle slut, I’ve got lots more for you than just this python!” Thor flexed again, his arm seeming even bigger, as if that was possible!

Shaun was delirious, but was shocked that Thor was not taking the win when he had the chance. Their agreement called for the loser to be the winner’s submissive muscle bitch! Nothing was off-limits except permanent damage! Thor was taunting him by extending the match, taking liberties that insulted Shaun to the core!

Thor waggled a finger in front of Shaun’s eyes and said, “No, no, no, my boy, you can’t give up yet. You’ve got a lot more punishment to take first. I think part of your problem is these armbands. I think they’re cutting off the circulation to your muscles. Maybe that’s why you’re such a weak, little baby.”

Thor pulled up Shaun’s right arm and pulled the armband off. He repeated the move with the left arm. Shaun couldn’t stop him. Thor tossed the armbands onto his duffel bag outside the ring and returned to Shaun. Shaun was now standing, fists raised, looking tougher. He had used the short break to get a second wind. He puffed out his tired chest and wiped the sweat from his brow. He brushed his wet hair back from his face and put on his meanest heel face.

Thor looked him up and down. He was smiling at his opponent, “Ooh, so you wanna play some more? Cool, glad to hear it, tough guy. You know it’s the challenge that turns me on, eh, poser boy? You want me turned on, don’t you? You’ve had these pythons (another arm flex), but it’s really this python you want!” Thor dropped his left arm and squeezed his huge leather encased pouch.

Thor laughed, then raised his own arms and danced like a champion boxer in front of Shaun. They had agreed no face shots but Thor feinted some to either side of Shaun’s head. Shaun had put up a good front, but his fatigue was now revealed. He barely moved and certainly could not block Thor’s shots when they came. WHUMP! OOF! A fist into Shaun’s gut and Shaun was doubled over.

“That’s it? One punch? Man, I thought you were the biggest, baddest boy on the block! You’re the weakest guy I’ve ever fought, man! Newbies give more fight than you. But that’s okay, you’re still a sweet piece of ass, muscle bitch.” SLAP! Thor slapped Shaun’s tight ass, then circled around in front of Shaun.

Shaun’s face was red – Thor had slapped his ass and now was going on and on about it. Shaun was hunched over and looked forward at Thor’s midsection. Shaun lurched forward driving his shoulder into Thor’s gut. OOF! Thor was surprised and Shaun drove him into the mat. Although he lacked strength, he still weighed 195lbs and it was enough to drive the wind out of Thor. Unfortunately, Shaun couldn’t follow-up and Thor quickly reversed their positions and ended up on top.

Thor reached down and applied twin claws to Shaun’s firm pecs. Shaun cried out and struggled to break the grip, but was far too weak. “Beg me to let go and I will … come on, boy, beg me to let you keep your pretty pecs!

Shaun kicked his feet on the mat, but it was inevitable, “Please, please … let go …”

Thor let go and laughed, “See that wasn’t so hard. You should get used to begging for things … ‘because you’ll be begging a lot more today!”



Thor reached down and pulled Shaun to his feet by his hair. Thor reached one arm down between Shaun’s thick thighs and lifted Shaun up. He extended his arms, pressing Shaun straight up! Shaun teetered, held only by Thor’s big hands – one on his chest and one on his inner thigh. Thor held him for only a few seconds, but it seemed like forever!



Thor lowered his one hand and flipped Shaun over, body slamming him from over 7 feet! Shaun crashed hard, his back taking the tremendous blow. He sprang up to a sitting position, his hand on his back, trying to ease the burning.



Thor was back on him in seconds, lifting him again and slamming him again. Thor slammed Shaun hard four more times. By the time he was done, Shaun was practically crying. Thor picked Shaun up once again and held him aloft. “Beg me not to slam you again! Come on, boy, you’ve already begged once! Beg me again!”



Shaun immediately knew he couldn’t take another one, “Please, no more, don’t slam me again! Please! I’m begging you, not another slam!”



Thor rolled Shaun to the mat, softly lowering him. Shaun was lying on the mat, propped up on one arm, struggling to rise. He had now begged twice and it wasn’t over!



Thor pulled on Shaun’s ankles and dragged him on his back to the center of the ring. He held Shaun’s legs aloft and lowered his boot onto Shaun’s package. Thor pressed hard, causing Shaun to scream out again. While he did this, Thor unlaced Shaun’s wrestling boots. He slid them off and threw them onto his duffel bag.

“I’m building up quite a collection, eh, poser boy?” Shaun was unable to respond. Thor was still applying pressure – not crushing but painful – and Shaun was too weak to resist. “You know how to get the pain to stop, boy …”

Shaun immediately said, “Please, please, lift your foot … oh God, please lift it … no more … argh! Oh Thor … no more … please!”

Thor held onto Shaun’s legs tight and lifted his foot off his crotch. Shaun’s balls burned from the pressure, but before he could do anything, Thor flipped him over. The famous heel was in a Boston Crab within seconds and powerless to stop it. He had powered out of a Boston Crab earlier, but now his arms lacked any strength. His back bent back and Thor sat down, folding the macho stud like a piece of paper.

“Okay, boy, looks like you’re about done. Want to submit to me finally and be my bitch?”

“No… “Shaun said from behind Thor.

“Mmm, you sure know how to make a guy happy. I like it when you resist. Okay, you don’t submit. But you know how to break the hold; you know how to get free, don’t you poser slut!” Thor reached down and squeezed Shaun’s sore balls lightly. He worked them around in his hand, listening to Shaun’s grunts. The pain in Shaun’s back and the pain in his balls was too much. Without any prompting the video star mega-heel cried out for mercy.

Thor held the hold until Shaun had promised anything for freedom. Shaun knew Thor would demand his unconditional submission, but it didn’t matter. Thor asked if he really meant anything and Shaun cried out yes, anything.

Thor let up on the hold. As he stepped off, he locked his fingers under Shaun’s trunks and pulled them off Shaun. Shaun’s legs slid out of the trunks and he fell helplessly to the mat. Thor said, “Anything, eh, poser boy? I want these trunks. Can I have these trunks?”

Shaun was confused. “Trunks? You want my trunks? Yes, you can have my trunks.”

Thor walked to the ringside and deposited the trunks on his bag. He now had everything but Shaun’s jock. Thor turned around and saw Shaun trying to get to his feet.

Shaun, wearing only his jock, crawled on the mat to the ropes. He tried to lift himself up to his feet. Thor admired his tight bubble butt for a minute, while Shaun struggled. Thor walked up to him and pulled his head back, “Where’s the beer? Got any beer?”

Shaun said, “Fridge.” Thor let Shaun rest up and get some strength back. Thor went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He chugged it back, then another, and finally returned to the ring. Shaun had just stayed on the mat, resting. When Thor returned, Shaun tried once again to rise and meet his opponent.

As Shaun reached his knees, Thor walked up behind him and calmly kicked his feet out from under him. Shaun kept lifting himself up, only to be taken down. Thor said, “I can play yo-yo all day, poser boy, but eventually, you’re gonna have to realize who the master is. Now get onto your fucking knees, put those hot lips together and kiss my boots. Come on, loser, polish these babies, taste that leather.”

Shaun was feeling better. He had begged, but not submitted. He muttered, “No, never.”

Thor smirked, “Tsk, tsk. Guess you need another lesson, eh, poser boy? Gotta say I’m impressed. You really know how to keep a guy interested.”

Shaun was tired of Thor’s arrogance and abuse. The verbal onslaught was constant. He had been toyed with from early on and played for a fool. Shaun vowed to find a way to come back. He had not submitted; Thor had been too confident to ask him to submit.

Shaun struggled up and Thor approached him. Shaun ducked under Thor’s arms and ran across to the ring ropes. He came springing off and flew at Thor with a cross body block! Shaun had successfully used his superior knowledge of ring tactics in the first hour of their match. But this time, Thor was ready. He caught Shaun in his arms and Shaun was powerless.

Thor ran back into the ring ropes then came off them fast. He leapt into the air, driving Shaun into the mat back first. Thor’s 230lbs landed right on top of him! Shaun was done. It was over. He was almost unconscious. Thor picked him up like a rag doll. Shaun was limp like a wet noodle when Thor lifted him onto his shoulders in a backbreaker.

Thor had Shaun tight in the backbreaker. Shaun flopped around in Thor’s tight grip over his shoulders. Shaun’s back was aching and he was helpless. Thor’s words of torment rang in his ears and he felt himself facing too much pain!

Finally, Shaun could take no more. He submitted completely, “PLEASE STOP! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT! I GIVE! PLEASE!”

Thor immediately let his slave go and Shaun flopped forward. Thor stood in front of Shaun and said, “Get down on your knees! You know the deal! You knew the stakes. Now, get down and acknowledge the true master, the number one heel!” Thor taunted his poor little muscle bitch.

Shaun got down on his knees and waited. He had been stripped of his boots. He had been stripped of his armbands. He had been stripped of his trunks. He knelt in his jock, knowing that it, too, would soon be removed.

Shaun, one of the true super heels of the wrestling video business, was powerless to do anything now. He had submitted. That was it. He had set up the rules for this match and would abide by them, just as he would have expected Thor to abide by them. Besides, even if he decided to fight back, there was little reason to believe he would be any more successful than he had been so far. Thor had played with him, toyed with him, letting him tire himself out and now was in complete control.

Shaun could barely lift his arms as Thor circled him. “Who’s your master, poser boy?”

“You are, sir.”

“That’s right, poser boy. I am. You are nothing but my toy. You know that, don’t you? You know you’re weak and pathetic, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I am weak and pathetic,” Shaun answered.

THUD! Thor dropped to his own knees right in front of Shaun. He brought his face right into Shaun’s and said, “You like being dominated, don’t you, boy? It’s what you’ve been looking for your whole life, isn’t it?”

Shaun felt Thor’s hot breath on his face. It was intoxicating. He felt Thor’s strong fingers sliding up and down his throbbing, aching pouch. His senses were overwhelmed and he swooned, involuntarily.

SLAP! Thor slapped Shaun’s face and said, “I asked you a question, boy! Answer me fast, boy, or you’ll suffer for it. Now, beg me, boy. Beg me to use you. Beg me to let you prove you’re my bitch.”

Shaun gulped and responded, “Yes, sir. Please, sir, dominate me. I beg you. Use me; make me do things for you. Let me prove to you that I’m your faithful bitch.”

Thor laughed in Shaun’s face, filling him again with hot air. Thor’s hand on Shaun’s crotch wrapped over the pouch. It slid up to the waistband of Shaun’s jock and slid inside. Shaun breathed in, sucking in air. Thor’s hand slid out. It was covered in pre-cum. “You’re messy in there, boy. Clean off my hand.”

Shaun eagerly licked his own pre-cum from Thor’s hand. When he was finished, Thor stood. He flexed his mighty bicep. “Boy, use that tongue and mouth for something important. You’re going to show Daddy how much you love his muscles. Show me how much you love a man’s muscle.”

Shaun crawled to his feet and looked at the big muscle as Thor bounced it up and down. It was mildly hypnotic and Shaun was moving forward towards it. Shaun extended his tongue and widened his lips. He wrapped his lips onto the rock-hard bicep and started sucking and licking the giant mound. Although it was humiliating, at least it helped clean the shoe polish taste out of his mouth.

“Oh yeah, suck it, boy, lick it. I want it clean, boy. That’s the stuff, show Daddy how much you love that muscle. One day, if you’re good, maybe you’ll grow up and have big muscles like Daddy. Would you like that, poser boy? Would you?”

Shaun kept going, trying to ignore Thor’s taunts. He had never been forced to worship anyone before and it was surprisingly exciting for him to do it now. He had faked being dominated in videos, but no man had ever beaten him for real. No man had ever so successfully toyed with him and broken him down. Shaun was Thor’s boy now; there was no doubt in either man’s mind.

Shaun moved his lips lower, under the arm to the tricep, sucking and licking it. He moved in to Thor’s hulking body, reaching Thor’s sweat soaked armpit. Shaun kept cleaning his new master, showing Thor the respect, he deserved. All the while, Thor was teasing and taunting his boy.

Thor never let up, trash talking domination was his specialty and Shaun got a full dose. Shaun had cleaned and worshipped both of Thor’s arms and pits and now was crossing over his master’s chest. Shaun was doing his best. When he reached the packed black leather jock, Shaun looked up at his master, his eyes asking if he could remove it.

“Eager to please your master are you, poser boy? Well, you will, but not yet. Daddy needs you to finish your job. Clean my legs and back, boy.”

Shaun nodded and resumed his duties. He licked his master’s legs clean then moved behind him. Shaun worked up this time, spending an amazing amount of time on the chore. Thor kept standing, thrilled to have this muscle heel as his boy. In his leather jock, his 8” cock was throbbing for release.

Shaun reached Thor’s ass. He relished the job of cleaning his master’s ass, spending a long time getting into the tight crack. Thor bounced his powerful glutes to give his boy a thrill and it worked. Shaun kept going and eventually ended up at Thor’s neck, cleaning it off. When he finished, Shaun returned to face his master. He dropped to his knees and stared at the leather jock. The head of Thor’s cock was sticking out the top, just as Shaun’s cloth jock was unable to hold his huge cock any longer.

Thor pulled Shaun up to his feet by his hair. When Shaun was standing, Thor came in close and mashed their pouches together. He worked up and down, causing Shaun to moan, both from the pain of his tender balls and the pleasure of being dominated by this man’s man.

Thor kept going, then reached down and pulled Shaun’s cock and balls from the side of his jock. He pulled them out hard and rough and Shaun groaned with glee. He couldn’t hold back, “Oh yes, master, please be rough!”

Thor laughed and said, “Boy, take off my jock.”

Shaun’s eyes went wide and he eagerly slid the leather jock form his master’s waist and crotch. Thor’s thick cock stood out and when Shaun returned to position, their cocks clashed. Thor swung his hips, fencing with Shaun, using his cock to press down on Shaun’s. He rubbed their crotches together, his cock smashing Shaun’s, his dominance proven yet again. Shaun was breathing hard, his cock submitting, just as he did. He struggled to fight back, to give his master the challenge he craved, but again, he fell short. Thor’s cock had complete control.

Thor pushed Shaun to his knees then followed. Thor took off his own leather armband and untied it. Thor wrapped it tight around his cock and Shaun’s, binding the men together. He started to move back and forth, the men engaged in a cockfight. Thor was teasing and pulling on Shaun’s nipples, then leaned in and kissed him. They had agreed no kissing, but both men were lost in the battle.

The two men struggled to control their orgasm while remaining hard … the first man to go soft or shoot was the loser. Shaun, despite everything, didn’t want to lose another battle. They moved back and forth, Thor working Shaun’s hair pecs and his hard pink nipples.

The men grunted and strained, their cocks working together, each man trying to resist cumming. Shaun was resisting, but was close to cumming. Thor leaned into his ear and whispered, “Come on, you little slut, shoot that big load! Don’t bother being a man now! I’ve taken everything from you except your load … and that comes now! SHOOT, BITCH!”

At Thor’s command, as though he was in control of Shaun’s orgasm, Shaun shot hard, his spunk firing out into Thor’s crotch, coating it. Shaun kept cumming and cumming … he had not jerked off for days in anticipation of this, but he had expected to be in control and wanted to have lots of cum for his boy. Now he was the boy and his cum was under Thor’s control.

When Shaun was done, Thor unwrapped their cocks. Thor’s was still bright purple, his load still contained inside his balls. Thor tore off Shaun’s jock and tossed it with the remainder of his boy’s gear on his duffel bag. He returned to Shaun’s exhausted body.

Thor straddled Shaun, pinning him to the mat. He slid up on his muscle slut and brought his cock to his boy’s lips. Without instruction, Shaun opened wide and engulfed his master’s cock. Shaun sucked like a pro, and Thor was on the brink within minutes. Thor pulled out before he could cum. He repositioned himself and spread his arms and legs. Shaun watched as Thor started doing pushups, his cock sliding in and out of Shaun’s mouth as he raised and lowered himself.

“Keep sucking, boy! Keep sucking, bitch! Oh yeah, look at this! You weren’t much of a workout, boy! You’re so weak I gotta do pushups to work up a sweat!” Thor kept moving up and down, Shaun just stayed down, savoring the man’s cock. How could he still be so strong? Shaun wondered.

Shaun’s cock was growing again, excited to be dominated by the most amazing man he’d ever met! Thor kept up the verbal abuse, then warned, “Get ready to swallow, bitch!”

UHN! Thor erupted, flooding Shaun’s mouth with a week’s worth of cum! Thor dropped to his knees and slid up and down as the orgasm coursed through him, causing him to shudder. Like Shaun, Thor had held back in anticipation! Now, Shaun was swallowing his master’s torrent of cum, but was unable to keep up! White spunk flowed out of his mouth onto the ring.

Thor finally finished and rolled off Shaun. Shaun gagged but then went completely limp on the mat. His stomach was full and he was actually content. Thor was the most man he had ever met – doing pushups after their two hour marathon!

Thor was already standing over Shaun. “I told you to swallow it all, boy!”

Shaun saw the puddle on the mat. He immediately rolled over and started licking it up. When he was finished, Thor moved his cock to Shaun’s mouth. Shaun squeezed out the last drops of cum and ate them as well. Thor moved back and sat on the top rope, looking at his muscle-whore.

Shaun looked up at the magnificent man. Thor’s cock was growing hard again. Shaun smiled, strong, cute, dominant and multiple orgasms? Thor rubbed his cock hard and looked at his boy. “Where’s the shower, boy?”

Shaun pointed to the side but couldn’t hide his disappointment. Thor asked, “What?”

Shaun said in a quiet voice, “please, sir. Please don’t shower.”

Thor said, “Why, boy?”

When Shaun looked at Thor, he saw the cute smirk that Thor had in the e-mail picture. Shaun said, “Please sir. Please fuck me. Please use my ass.”

Thor hopped down from the ropes and dragged Shaun to his feet. He propped Shaun over the middle rope and moved behind him. Thor slid his cock to the hole and forced his way in. He fucked his boy hard, causing Shaun to grunt, groan and moan in a combination of pleasure and pain. Thor worked his toy hard, finally filling his boy with his second load of sweet spunk!

Shaun was ecstatic. His master had given him another load of his seed. It felt so good inside his ass. When Thor was finished, Thor said, “Well, boy, looks like I’ve done everything you said you would. I’ve beaten the living crap out of you, I’ve made you beg for mercy and I’ve made you beg to be fucked by me. Now, boy, show me the can.”

Shaun led Thor to the bathroom. Thor forced Shaun onto the shower floor. Shaun had a large four man shower built, like a gym. He dropped to the tiles and lied there completely exhausted after the beating and fucking he had endured. He was always weak after cumming, but this was so much more. It had finally sunk in that Thor had always planned to fuck him, but by playing aloof, he had forced Shaun to beg for it. Thor was right; he was everything Shaun had said he was. Thor was actions, while Shaun was merely words.

“Man, that beer runs right through me. I’ve gotta take a leak.” With that, Thor let loose a stream of piss onto his defeated boy toy. Shaun, lying on the shower floor, felt the hot piss raining down on him. He was disgusted – this had never happened to him before. He was being soaked down and could do nothing about it. Thor kept pissing for a couple of minutes – it seemed like so much more than two beers. He loved to coat his conquests and mark them as his. It was barbaric, but as long as they didn’t have it as a condition, he would do it to every guy he defeated. Nothing said complete victory like it!

“Boy, you get back in the ring, stay there on your knees and wait while I get cleaned off and changed.” Shaun obeyed; he went to the ring and just stayed on his knees. His master wasn’t asking, he was telling. Thor’s control of the once proud wrestling superstar was ultimate; Shaun had to obey. Thor climbed into the shower and washed off the sweat, cum and saliva from his body. Thor sang while he did; it had been the best match of his life. Thor emerged from the shower and towelled off his cock and balls. When they were warmed again, he moved out into the main area. He dried the rest of himself off, making sure he was in Shaun’s line of sight. Thor stretched and flexed then opened his duffel bag. Thor pulled out his clothes and put away his wrestling gear. He made sure to take Shaun’s, as well.

Shaun knelt in the ring, naked, coated in cum and piss. He was now totally submissive. He stared silently at the magnificent man who had broken him. Thor, freshly showered, finished changing into his street clothes then climbed back into the ring. He reached under Shaun’s chin and looked into his boy’s eyes. “Boy, this was great. Be here, exactly like this, next Saturday and get ready for another match. You got that, boy?”

Shaun nodded meekly, “Yes Sir. I understand. Thank you, Sir.”

Thor gave Shaun’s cheek a light slap, “Good boy. Having you so close by will be nice, boy. We’ll make this a weekly thing. And boy? You are now going to change your personal ads. You’re going to e-mail everyone you normally wrestle and tell them that they have to ask me to wrestle you. I decide whom you fight from now on. You’re also going to go onto the message boards and tell everyone that I am the real heel. Tell them that I beat you and you are now my boy.”

Shaun nodded his head, “Yes, sir.”

Thor hopped out of the ring and left the loft. Shaun stayed kneeling in the ring for another ten minutes, trying to resolve what had happened. He had never felt so submissive, but it was also the best match of his life. He had never been controlled before – at least not without his consent. Thor had proven himself the better man. Shaun was completely lost in thought when he heard Thor’s voice again. Shaun broke out of his thoughts. “Thor? Sir?” Shaun asked, still in his role.

Thor laughed and smiled, “Hey, buddy, you can call me Tim now, that’s my real name. Thanks for the awesome match. I put my stuff in the car, but I took your last two beers earlier. I got some more at that little store down the street. Do you want to have a beer together? We can get to know each other better. All I know about you is this role-playing stuff.”

Shaun shook his head clear and hopped to his feet. He said, “Sure, that’d be great. My real name is Tony. Video company liked Shaun better, plus it keeps people from tracking me down and pretending to know me.” Tony went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came out, the lights in the loft were on and Tim was sitting on the sofa, looking sexy and drinking another Bud. Tony grabbed one and sat next to him on the sofa. Now that Tim was out of his role, he was one of the smartest and nicest guys Tony had ever met. It turned out Tim was pretty successful, operating his own business and turning a handsome profit. They talked long into the night, both admitting that their match had been their best ever and Tim ended up staying over.

The two men did meet up many more times in the ring, the outcome always the same. As Thor, Tim was an unbeatable wrestling dom, the likes of which Tony, as Shaun, had never experienced in his many, many years in the ring. Shaun was definitely his helpless boy toy. They were aggressive and competitive to start – neither wanted it any other way – but in the end, Shaun loved Thor’s domination and always submitted.

After a couple of months, Tim and Tony worked together to establish their own small wrestling video company, using Tim’s financial resources and Tony’s ability as a talent scout. Needless to say, squashes and domination were the main focus, using muscle bears instead of pretty boys. Tony and Tim enjoyed testing the new recruits, thoroughly dominating every one of them.

THE END