[no wrestling in this one, but consequences from the last fight and the setup for the next one.]
Jekyll
Island Fights:
The
Consequences
By
The
Mangler
Jerry was splayed out on the
bed. His wrists were cuffed to the
headboard, his feet to the footboard, and he had a blindfold on.. He was completely naked. As Stewart walked out of the bathroom, Jerry
said “Didn’t know you were into such kinky stuff Stewie baby.”
“Oh, this is special just for
you.” With that he sprayed shaving cream
over the chest, abs and pubs of his tied-up best friend. As he spread the cream around he said,
“Besides, you lost the bet and now is the time to pay the piper, or in this
case the razor.” He then brandished an
old-fashioned disposable razor he had purchased last night.”
“Hey come on man. You know I don’t like the smooth look. I like my hairy body.”
“Don’t worry, I’m just going to
‘trim it up’ a bit.” He then began to
shave Jerry’s body. When he was done,
the right side of his chest and the left side of his abs had been shorn of all
hair. He looked like a large checker
board. The left armpit had also been
shorn. “There that’ll do nicely.”
He then proceeded to “shape” the
pubic hair. When he was done it was cut
in the shape of a triangle.
Stewart then proceeded to place
a leather collar around Jerry’s neck and snap it into place. He released the ankles and then slid a red
speedo with the Georgia logo up and onto Jerry’s groin. It was too small for Jerry, so the top of his
shaved pubs peeked over the waist band.
He then released Jerry from his bondage, except for his eye mask. He helped him to his feet and then took him
over to the full-length mirror.
“You can remove your mask now.”
Jerry removed his mask and
looked at the sight in front of him. He
actually blushed. “Oh, come on man, why
did you do all this?”
Stewart walked up and hooked a
lease to the collar and replied “so that
you would be rememberable and humbled during or walk.”
“There is no fucking way I’m
going out like this. I mean Christ, this
is Jekyll Island GEORGIA after all and a pretty conservative place.”
“You lost the bet and this is
just one college jock humiliating another.
Pretty common around here.”
Jerry then noticed that Stewart
was in his board shorts and Georgia Tech Yellow Jacket tee shirt. He then felt Stewart pull on the leash as he
started out the door.
“Come on man, don’t do this,”
Jerry said.
Stewart stopped and looked
back. “Ahh, is the Georgia Bulldog a
little pussy puppy??”
“Fuck you lets go,” and Jerry
started to the door.
“Un uh, you stay behind me like a proper little
loser.”
Stewart then led Jerry out the
door, around the condo and down to the beach.
It being low tide there was beach available here. This far north on the island, the beach
disappeared around high tide.
Fortunately, low tide was at 7:00 am today, so there should be only a few
people on the beach. Sunrise was at 7:15
so it was super bright. As they exited
the beach crossover, Stewart turned left to walk farther north knowing there
would be fewer people and it would be easier to explain if they were
challenged.
He led Jerry down to the water’s
edge so that they could walk within the
waves.
Just after the sun rose over the
horizon, they encountered two men walking along the beach in the opposite
direction.
“What the fucking hell is this
shit?” one of the guys yelled as Jerry and Stewart got closer. “Is this some of
that gay crap?”
Stewart looked back at Jerry
with a little worry in his eyes before turning to the two guys and saying,
“Nah, just a couple of college dudes here.
Jerry’s mouth wrote a check his ass couldn’t cash, so he needed to be
taken down a notch or two, to teach him some humility.”
At that both guys looked at the
situation and just laughed. Stewart
released a breath he had been holding and started walking north as the two guys
headed south.
Moments later Stewart felt
himself being tackled from behind and slamming into the surf and sand face
first. The two guys proceeded to sit on
his back to hold him down as he struggled.
He then heard Jerry say, “Take it easy Stewart. Nothing bad is going to happen as these are
friends of mine. Well, nothing too bad.”
As he was saying this, Jerry was
removing the collar from around his neck and placing it around Stewarts. Once it was in place, Justin removed a small
luggage lock from his board shorts and locked the collar into place. Stewart was sputtering as the waves kept
rolling in and partially over his head.
Stewarts hands were then forced behind his back and thumb cuffs were placed
to hold them in place.
After his was pulled to his
feet, Justin grabbed him by the chin and said “No yellow jacket is going to
lord it over a Bulldog.”
“But he lost the damned bet,”
Stewart screamed.
“Maybe, but he was smart enough
to plan ahead, Techie”.
Indeed, he had planned
ahead. He had his two classmates, Justin
and Jordan, from Georgia come down a day early and stay at a local motel. They would be moving into Jerry’s condo later
today, as Stewart would be moving over to his classmate’s place.
Stewart began to protest again,
so Justin ripped Stewart’s GT t shirt off, made a gag out of it and tied into
Stewart’s mouth. He made sure the gold
GT was visible. Of course, with
Stewart’s GT board shorts, there was no doubt he was from Georgia Tech.
Jordan, the second of the two
guys, then threw Jerry a red Georgia t-shirt which he slipped on. Jerry then took the leash and stepped up
close until he was staring Stewart in the face.
“You got outmaneuvered dude so deal with. And if you even think of trying to enlist any
aid, I’ll drive my knee so hard into your balls that they will come out your
ears” As he finished this, he kissed
Stewart on the nose and tweaked his right nipple.
He then turned north and started
walking. Pictures were taken as the three
Georgia bulldogs lead their leashed yellow jacket pet down the beach. Any concerns expressed by anyone was quickly
explained away as a college bet and consequences. When queried, Stewart just nodded yes, that
he was ok. At one point, one guy took a
picture of the three Bulldogs with a leashed and gagged Yellow jacket, on his
knees in front of them.
“My Christmas card for this
year,” Jerry laughed.
Justin then replied, “And maybe
your new twitter profile pic?”
Jerry just laughed, “Oh that would
be perfect.”
They all missed the look of pure
evil that Stewart shot them.
They then turned and started
walking south. Stewart was a little
concerned when they walked beyond where they entered the beach, but quickly
came to a group of chairs sitting on the beach.
There Justin and Jordan opened up a cooler and pulled out some
beers. The three Georgia boys began
drinking and talking. Stewart was left
gagged and cuffed and sat in his chair.
Jerry took Stewart’s phone and typed something on it.
Not long afterwards, two other
college students walked up. The three
Bulldogs looked a little nervous at first.
But then the newcomers looking at Stewart began laughing. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into
this time, roommate.”
Jerry responded, “Oh he lost a
bet and had to pay the price.”
As Stewart started to shake his
head no, Jerry simple patted his own balls, so Stewart just stopped.
“My name is Jerry. Stewart and I went to high school
together. These are Justin and Jordan, a
couple of frat brothers.”
“Oh yeah, Stewart is always
telling stories about the hijinks you two used to get up to. My name is Sherman, and this is Milo,
although we all call him Mr. Peabody.”
As he said this, Sherman put his arm around Mr. Peabody and gave his ass
a tight squeeze.
Everyone laughed and settled
down. They drank a couple of beers and shot the
shit. Well except for Stewart who just
sat there glaring. The group was
eventually joined by another Georgia student. This guy was obviously not an
athlete and was a little standoffish.
The other three Georgia guys were polite, but not overly friendly. He was introduced as Mikey.
Finally, Sherman said, “Can I
give Stewart here some beer? I mean his
is drooling all over the place.”
Everyone laughed and then Jerry said “Sure.”
As soon as Sherman removed the
gag, Stewart began swearing and yelling.
“You stupid idiots. I didn’t lose
the bet, Jerry there did. But being the
fucking poor loser that he is, his two friends jumped me and reversed the
situation.”
Sherman and Mr. Peabody then
turned and looked at the three Georgia boys who just smiled. Jordan said, “Sorry man, but no one
humiliates a Bulldog when we are around.”
Sherman stepped forward and said
“Oh yeah, but at least we Techies have honor and pay our bets, unlike you
dogs.”
Jordan stood up and advanced
toward Sherman, “Jerry honored his bet,
we just turned the situation around.”
The two guys were now standing face to face and steam was rising.
Mikey said from his chair, “Wow
guys. I know that Justin and Jordan
wrestle, what about you two?”
Mr. Peabody replied “yeah we do
so what?”
Mikey then looked at Sherman and
Jordan who were still face to face and looked about ready to come to
blows. “Well before these two get
arrested or something, why don’t you agree to settle it in a tag team match
down on Glory beach this afternoon. To keep things on the even, there will a
ref available.”
The two stepped back and both
said “Okay.”
Sherman then said “but that
doesn’t really settle the disrespect shown to Stewart this morning.”
Mikey then got an evil grin
across his face and then said “Well then, how about the losing team spending
the rest of the week as the winners’ servants.”
Sherman looked at Mr. Peabody
and Jordan looked at Justin. They all
shook their heads yes.
Stewart then piped up, “Yeah,
but that doesn’t get me anything.”
Mikey replied, “You and Jerry
there agree to the same thing. If your
buddies lose you get to be the servant.
Agreement was reached.
Stewart looked at the group and
said, “Could someone get this damned collar and these cuffs off of me?”
The Georgia contingent looked at
each other and Justin finally said, “I left the keys back at home.”
Stewart started swearing and
shouting. Mikey just laughed and said
“Calm down. The luggage tag keys are all
the same and I have some back at the condo.
Why don’t we walk down there and I’ll get you out of this. These guys can stay around and discuss the
rules and limits for the match later.”
Stewart finally calmed down and
agreed. He wasn’t going to allow Mikey
to carry the leash however, so it was tucked into his board shorts and the two
started back to the condo. The remaining
group all laughed and then continued drinking and discussing the rules of the
upcoming match. While overtly friendly,
there was Definity tension there.
Once they arrived at Mikey’s
condo, Mikey steered Stewart into the master bedroom on the first floor. He walked over to the dresser, opened the top
drawer and removed a small luggage key.
He then walked over to Stewart.
“I could use this key to unlock
the collar and the thumb cuffs, or, I could do this.” With those words he placed his hands on
Stewart’s pecs and pushed him gently back against the wall. His right hand went to the left nipple where
it began to gently caress and pinch it, while he leaned forward and blew gently
on the right nipple. He then took the nipple between his lips and began to
lightly suck. He sucked the nipple
farther into his mouth and then bit down gently with his teeth.
“Just unlock me,” Stewart
started, but then he sucked in his breath as Mikey began to manipulate his
nipple with his tongue. When Mikey’s
lips closed down on this nipple, Stewart sucked his breath in and held it. The sensation coming from his nipples with
pleasurable and intense.
“You sure you want to be
unlocked,” Mikey mumbled as he continued his assault on both nipples. Stewart only response was to draw in a deeper
breath and let it out. That and his cock
starting to twitch. “If I do that, all
this will stop and you will not see what this can do.” As he said this, Mikey stepped back and
pulled down his shorts.
Stewart’s eyes grew in size as
he looked at a long, thick cock, which looked almost too big for Mikey’s thin
physique.
“Uh,, umm, un..” Stewart
mumbled.
Mikey stepped closer pushing his
cock into Stewart’s groin and lower abdomen.
He took his left hand and placed
it behind Stewart’s neck and pulled forward until their lips met. Stewart felt one of the most intense and pleasurable
kisses he had ever had.
As he broke the kiss, Mikey said
“And I can do some amazing things with this cock and with your body as
well,” He reached down and palmed
Stewarts balls through his shorts. “But
if I unlock you, that’s the end of that.”
Mikey then kissed down the side
of Stewart’s neck. “So, which is it? Out
of the locks, or the most pleasurable fuck and sex session you have ever had
and will ever experience??”
Stewart was having a hard time
thinking as the pleasure spread throughout his body. “Umm,
ahhh, unlock --- oh hell leave the locks on and let’s do this.” He then thrusted outward to meet Mikey’s
body.
Mikey stepped back and laughed
while he continued to manipulate the tit and the balls. “Well, these locks are coming off, but others
are going on” he stated as his lips once again found the right nipple.
“Fine, yeah whatever, let’s just
do this,” Stewart husked.
Which is why, Ten minutes later, Stewart found
himself with his hands handcuffed to the headboard, his legs over Mikey’s
shoulder, the head of Mikey’s cock at the entrance to his well-lubed ass, and
him begging Stewart, “Come on man just fuck me. Quit your goddamned teasing and fuck me,
please.”
“In due course, my man, in due course,” was
Mikey’s reply as he continued to tease the left nipple with licking, gentle
biting and sucking, while the right nipple was mauled by his hand, which
occasionally would stray down to jerk and stroke Stewart’s hard cock.
“Oh, shit man, please just fuck me or let me
come please.”
Mikey sat back on his haunches and looked
down. “If I think your begging is
sincere then, I’ll fuck you.” As he said
this he used both his hands to stroke Stewart’s cock and balls bringing him
close to ejaculation and then backing off.
He did this for another 10 minutes, until Stewart’s begging became a
heartfelt plea.
Mikey just smiled as he slowly began to push
into Stewart’s ass, all the while keeping his hands roaming all over Stewart’s
body—his cock, his balls, his abs, his tits and even slightly stroking the
lips. Eventually he had his large cock
inserted to the base and feeling his and Stewart’s balls banging together.
He then began to slowly pulls back and then
push in again.
Stewart was thrashing around and moaning,
finally screaming, “come on man, fuck the hell out of me and let me come,
please, please…”
“Say, master,”
Mikey laughed.
Stewart tried to hold out, but very shortly was
doing as asked. “Please fuck me hard and deep, Master, please.”
Mikey just grinned and then continued his
assault in earnest. He would fuck fast
hard and deep and then slow down. He
made sure to overstimulate the prostate as he fucked. His hands and his mouth were also all over
Stewart’s body. When he felt Stewart getting
close he would back and even pinch a nipple of slap the balls just to cool
things down for a bit.
This continued for 45 minutes with the last 10
minutes having Stewart, begging, pleading, and thrashing to the point he could barely breath. Knowing that he had Stewart at a fine peak,
Mikey slowly backed off and allowed things to cool down.
“Goddamned, you, you worthless son of a
bitch. Let me cum,” Stewart
demanded.
“Ask nicely, and I’ll think about it,” was the
response.
So, Stewart did, “Please, master, please let me
cum. Please end this and allow me to
cum, please.”
Mikey smiled down at Stewart as the last please
come out as a very pathetic and heartfelt sound.
“Okay, man, you’ve convinced me,” Mikey said as he slowly ramped the pleasure
back up. Forty minutes later Stewart was
a fucking mess, thrashing, begging and pleading.
Mikey just laughed as he increased his
thrusting and his body manipulations.
“Okay, slave boy, cum,” he shouted as he impaled his cock to the hilt
and increased his stroking on Stewart’s
cock.
And Stewart did, arching high off the bed, with
all his muscle in stark relief and primed as tight as they would go. His breathing stopped as he concentrated on
his cock. His first shot of cum, hit the ceiling, then the wall and the cum
continued to jet out of his cock until his chest, abs and face were covered in
it. Just when he thought he couldn’t
shoot another ounce of cum, Mikey thrust deep and hard and released his load,
causing Stewart’s balls to contract hard up into his groin and his cock to emit
a final stream of cum.
Stewart then collapsed to the bed mumbling, “oh
fuck, oh fuck” and taking deep gulping breaths.
Mikey just sat looking down at Stewart smiling. He rubbed his hand through the cum on
Stewart’s chest and abs and presented his fingers to Stewart, who willingly
opened his mouth and began to suck them clean.
“Oh fuck, that was the most intense orgasm
EVER,” Stewart managed to gasp as he
looked up and Mikey.
“Yeah, it was pretty good, but I think you can
do better next time,” Mikey smirked in an evil voice as his fingers and mouth
started to work on the prostate man’s tits.
“NO, NO, not again,” Stewart shouted with some
fear.
Mikey brought his lips up and began to French
kiss Stewart and biting at his lips, while his hands explored the rest of the
body. To his surprise, and some horror,
his cock began to respond again which was unusual for him as he usually
required a “cool down” period.
“Your cock says something else boy and I
promise you a good time.”
Stewart’s pleas of no’s quickly turned to moans
of passion as he felt his cock, and Mikey’s began to harden again. Once again Mikey began to play Stewart’s body
like a Stradivarius fiddle, bring him close and the backing off and then bringing
him close, such that 35 minutes later, Stewart was having the second-best
orgasm of his life and producing more cum that he thought possible. As the last spurt left his cock, he collapsed
back down onto the bed and passed out with pleasure.
Mikey just laughed as he slowly removed his
cock. He gently patted Stewart on the
check and then entered the bathroom. He turned the shower on and stepped
in. As the water began to work its magic
Mike sat on the floor of the shower with his knees pulled up, his arms wrapped
around them and quietly sobbed. While
the sex had been amazing, Mikey had a secret and that secret was that physical
contact was difficult and anxiety producing for him. While, he was able to loose himself in the
act, once it was over the anxiety and recriminations would begin.
He finally heard Stewart calling out, so he
stood, left the shower and dried off. He
walked out to the bedroom, looked down at Stewart and said “did I deliver on my
promise of the best sex you ever had?”
“Oh, goddamned, mother fucking hell, YEAH you
did,” was the reply.
Mikey scooped some cum from Stewart’s chest and
held the finger up to Stewart’s mouth, just out of reach.
“Then show and tell me,” Mikey grunted.
Stewart raised his head and licked the finger
clean and then said “thank you master for the best orgasm every.”
“You’re welcome boy,” now go clean up Mikey
replied. He then released the cuffs and
went to the kitchen to get a pop, because he didn’t drink alcohol.
He wasn’t sure what was going to happen once
Stewart finished in the shower, but the usual anxiety flowed over him and he
sat on the couch and began his deep breathing and relaxing techniques, such
that when Stewart emerged from the bathroom in only a towel it took several
tries before Stewart got a response.
“Sorry, I was just doing a little meditating,”
Mikey said, his anxiety now at a controllable level.
“That’s okay, after that session, who
wouldn’t. Mind if I crash for a little
bit,” Stewart asked nodding back toward the master bedroom.
Mikey, laughed, “Yeah, but use one of the rooms
upstairs. That one is a cum soaked
mess. YOU can clean it up later.”
Stewart started to protest, but then decided
that since he made most of the mess it would only be appropriate. He went upstairs and collapsed on the bed
naked. He was out like a light and slept
for two hours before being awakened by a slap on the ass.
“Come on boy, the guys sent a text for you to
meet them at the grill, so up and at em.”
He then left the room.
Stewart went downstairs, intending to text the
guys he couldn’t make it as he knew that he needed to clean the master
bedroom. To his surprise it was already
cleaned.
“Go next door and put some decent clothes on
and meet me on the beach,” Mikey said as he left the condo.
Stewart slipped on his shorts, and did as he
was told. He went to his condo and
changed clothes and met Mikey on the beach and they walked down to the market
place and grill. Stewart noted that
Mikey seemed to be in a “zone”, so the walk down was silent – a comfortable
silence for Stewart, but an anxious one for Mikey.
As they entered the grill, they saw Jerry and
the gang sitting at a table for six.
They walked over to the table and Mikey grabbed an empty chair from
another table and placed the chair between Jerry and Sherman.
“Yeah, I, uh, um, met Mikey on the way down and
asked him to join us. I hope that was
okay.”
“No problem,” the Tech guys responded.
The Georgia guys looked a little miffed but
said, without much enthusiasm, “yeah, it’s okay.”
The conversation around the table resumed with
everyone laughing a little at Stewart plight and then placing orders. Mikey was mainly silent.
After their food was brought out, Jerry was
raising his burger to his mouth when Mikey spoke. “Hey, boy, why don’t you pass me the
ketchup.”
Stewart reached out for the bottle and passed
it over saying “yes sir.”
Jerry stopped just as he was about to take a
bite and noted a look pass between Mikey and Stewart as well as Mikey winking
at Stewart. Stewart had a slight blush
appear.
“What the fuck,” Jerry thought as he bit down
onto his burger. The rest of the table
was oblivious to the exchange. As the
meal continued, Jerry noted the strange vibe between Stewart and Jerry.
After finishing his meal, Mikey stood up,
dropped a 20-dollar bill on the table and walked out without saying anything.
“Well, that was weird, not to mention a little
rude,” Mr. Peabody said to the table.
“That’s Mikey for you,” Jordan responded. “He is just a weird dude, even a little
creepy.”
“Oh, he’s not that bad. A little different maybe,” Stewart defended
as he stood up to go to the bathroom. “Need to relieve some of that Coke.”
“Me too,” Jerry threw out to the table as he
followed Stewart into the restroom.
As soon as the door closed, Jerry reached out
and grabbed Stewart by the shoulder.
“What the hell was that all about, Stewie?”
Stewart turned, with a shit eating grin on his
face. “What are you talking about?”
Jerry just looked at his friend. “The yes, sir at the table, the wink and the
general weird vibe between you and Mikey.”
Stewart started to deny anything was different,
but couldn’t help himself.
“Okay, Mikey and I went back to his room and I
had the two best orgasms I’ve ever had.
It was phenomenal.”
“With Mikey???”, Jerry replied with disbelief
in his voice. “Mikey??”
“Oh, yeah.
He has a big dick and boy does he know how to use it. Along with other things!”
“But we have had sex..” Jerry began.
“Yeah and that was great and all. But this beat
that by a country mile,” Stewart said and then winked at Jerry.
Jerry was having trouble wrapping his head
around this, but with further questioning and responses, he finally believed
Stewart, but was amazed as well.
Stewart then left a stunned Jerry in the
restroom and returned to the table.
After taking care of business, Jerry was walking back to the table when
he noticed Mikey sitting on the steps leading to the beach. He walked over to the table, “Hey guys, I’ve
got to do something here. Could one of
you cover my portion and I’ll pay you back later.”
Justin responded, “No problem.”
As Jerry turned to the leave the grill, Stewart
looked out the window and saw Mikey sitting on the stairs. “Typical Jerry,” he murmured.
“What did you say,” Sherman asked?
“Oh, nothing important.” He then returned to the conversation at the
table where the upcoming wrestling match was discussed and terms finalized.
Jerry walked out the door and over to the
stairs where Mikey was sitting. “How are
you doing Mikey?” he asked as he sat down next to him.
“As if you really care,” Mikey responded.
“Come on man, I asked because I do care.”
Mikey gave a full throttled laugh and then
turned to stare Jerry in the eyes.
“Stewart told you that he just had the best sex ever and you can’t stand
that it wasn’t you, right??”
“I, uh, um, I don’t know, um, what you mean,”
Jerry said as a slight blush came to his face.
Mikey continued to stare until Jerry turned his
head. “Everyone knows that you think
you’re the best thing since sliced bread when it comes to sex and you can’t
stand to think someone bested you.”
Mikey began to get mad. “I don’t care what Stewie had to say, there
is no way you were better than me.”
“Have it your own way. Guess you’ll never find out.” Mikey then leaned close and said “and you
don’t know what you are missing.” He then got up and began to walk away.
Jerry just watched him walk down the stairs
until he was on the beach.
“Goddamn it” he muttered as he got up and
charged down to the stairs. “Uh, Mikey,” he started as he caught up with
him. “Maybe we could have a little
demonstration and find out?”
Mikey just turned, stepped closer and looked at
him and said “And what’s in it for me.”
As he said this he let his hand lightly brush across Jerry’s cock.
Jerry startled back a step. “Dude, were are the beach in public. What the fuck was that.”
“Just a little encouragement. But don’t worry, ain’t nothing happening
between us anyway.” He turned to walk
away.
“But Mikey,” Jerry heard himself saying as he
followed. “What the fuck am I doing,” he
thought to himself. But he knew what he
was doing.
Mikey turned, “Okay look. You guys don’t have anytime for me unless you
want something and you obviously want something. So, I’ll let you have it – at
a cost.”
“Money?” Jerry shouted.
“Nah, a real cost. If you want to experience the best sex you’ll
ever have, you will have to actively make sure the Georgia boys lose their
match to the Tech men.” He then turned
and walked off.
Jerry was stunned and just looked at him. “Fuck you, that’ll never happen,” He
screamed. Others on the beach turned and
looked in his direction. Jerry just
stormed off the beach back to the grill muttering under his breath, “just who
the fuck does he think he is. That will never, ever, never happen.”
Mikey just smiled as he walked back to the
condo. “This should be a very
interesting wrestling match” he thought to himself. “Hope Stewart doesn’t mind helping me out a
little.”
Didn’t expect this from Mike but it was hot seeing how Stewart was pushed to the edge. Looking forward to next chapter!
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