Jekyll Island Fights: The Consequences

 [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.”