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Just to preface the story, we discussed each other’s limits prior to meeting up. So although most of what happened was organic and out of my control, it was all consensual.
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I had made a posting in RAOBJ a while back hoping for some fun on a business trip. I was looking for someone who wanted to wrestle around a little and thought it might be fun to make a game out of it. I’d heard from a couple people, but one that caught my interest was another curious straight guy about my age and a slightly larger build. His name was Jordan, and he loved the idea of turning the whole thing into a competition.
Here’s how the game works: we would wrestle until someone taps out, whoever taps loses that round, and the first to three wins is the winner of the match. After each round concludes, the winner gets to make up a rule that applies immediately, and also gets carried over into subsequent rounds. Here’s where it gets interesting, after the final round, the match winner gets to make his last rule with impunity, knowing that he won’t have to worry about it potentially coming back to him later.
On arrival, greetings were made, but then we really just got right to it. We were pretty evenly-matched, going back and forth between who had the upper hand. I managed to wrap my legs around his so he couldn’t maneuver away and got him in a full Nelson on the ground. He had to tap out, and we took a quick breather. As the winner of the first round, I got to come up with a rule. I decided the classic “loser removes a piece of clothing” rule would be safe starter.
He looked frustrated that he lost the first round, as close as it was a couple times. As he took off one of his socks, I joked (half-serious) something along the lines of, “oh come on, you can do better than that!” Jordan complied and begrudgingly took off his other sock then his sweatpants. He stood there in his shirt and boxers and his playfulness changed. I could tell that he was determined not to lose again.
The second round ended pretty much as quickly as it started… I don’t know if he was feeling more agile without his sweats on or what, but I found myself in a headlock before I knew what was going on. I tapped and stumbled forward as he let me go.
“Loser kisses the winner’s ass,” he said pleased with himself, “on your knees, loser.” Then he peeled down his boxers expecting me to kiss his bare ass, “oh, and don’t forget to take off your clothes.” I complied; I got on my knees, removed my shirt, and shuffled over to fulfill my duty as the second round loser.
I bent forward and kissed him on an ass cheek, which seemed to aggravate him. “Oh come on, get in there!” He said leaning forward. Knowing what he wanted me to do, I half-obeyed by just kissing him on the cheek again. “Fine,” he said obviously frustrated, “let’s start again.” At this point, I could tell he was dead set on winning. He wanted to humiliate me, but I kind of liked seeing how angry I could make him. Honestly, I still thought it was a toss-up at this point.
The third round started off just like the first: he’d almost get me, then I’d get away and almost get him. It was exhausting. Eventually, I just didn’t have the strength to break out, so I tapped. “Alright, shorts off and pucker up, loser,” he said cockily, “And I want you to mean it this time.”
I was feeling clever so I said something like, “Is that your rule? That I have to mean it?”
“Shut up and just do what you’re told.”
I took my shorts off and kissed his ass cheek like before, only this time my half-assed ass kiss didn’t upset him like before. “Third round loser,” he started, “gets his arms tied behind his back.” He grabbed his grey sweatpants, pulled my arms behind my back, and started to tie them together. “I feel like this…” I stared before he cut me off with, “you lost, this is my rule.”
We went right into round four, and I quickly found myself on my back. His knees were on my shoulders, and with my arms bound behind my back, I couldn’t get loose. “Okay, I tap. I tap” I said as I tried to get his knees off me.
“I don’t feel you tapping out…” he teased as he relaxed getting comfortable, stretching his legs out. He had a different air to him as he sat down on my chest. “I tell you what,” he said smugly, pulling his boxer leg to the side letting his balls hang out, “if you kiss my balls, I’ll let it count as your tap out.”
“That’s not f-” is all I managed to get out before he pressed himself down onto my face. He stayed there for (probably) a couple seconds (it felt like a while without air) before he lifted himself up and said “any thoughts?” Before I can say anything, he drops himself back into me, cutting off my air again. I started to panic a little. After maybe 10 seconds, he lifts up again and says, “Last chance to do this the easy way.” As soon as I get a breath, I am straining my neck to kiss his balls to get him off of me.
“I think you can do a better job than that.” He said looking down at me while I held my lips to his balls. I was shaking from trying to myself up. “You like being in this position, don’t you?” He said condescendingly.
Unable to hold myself up anymore, I relaxed my neck and got out a “fuck y-” before he pressed his balls back over my mouth.
“I’d be more inclined to accept your surrender if you just admit that you love kissing my balls.” He said as he pushed up again.
Dejected I said, “Alright, I love this. I love kissing your balls.”
“Then prove it!” He said hovering over my face with his cock in his hand. He was starting to get hard. I strained up again, this time kissing him with purpose. I needed air, and he was pressing down on my chest. “That’s better, I accept your loss now. Oh, and as the loser, you have to kiss my ass, remember?” He laughed as he slid forward to fully sit on my face. He slowly grinded down, finally getting the submission he was after all along. At this point, all I could do was wait for my next punishment.
“That’s good enough, now crawl over here.” He commanded, getting off me and reclining on the couch. He spread his legs and pat the couch between them. Still catching my breath, I crawled over on my knees between his legs. We looked at each other for a moment before he placed his hand on the back of my neck. “Winner gets to make unlimited rules.”
Before I could even register what he had said, he pulled my head into his crotch muffling any protests I might have. He held me there tightly with both hands until I stopped struggling, until I accepted my place. I needed air, and the only way I was getting it was by yielding. Now resting his legs on my shoulders and still holding me firmly in his crotch he said, “Now, since you said you liked my balls so much, I want you to lick my cock.”
After some muffled protest, he compromised, “Fine, shut up, I’ll give you a choice. Give me one grunt if you want to taste my cock,” he started, “and two grunts if you want my asshole.” In half-panic, half-protest I must’ve let out multiple grunts of disapproval, because the next thing he said was, “Oh wow, I didn’t think you’d be this excited to eat my ass! This is exciting…” Pulling my head back by my hair, he started working his boxers off with his other hand. Still out of breath, I manage to get out one “COCK!” quickly before he pulled me back in, my face pressed up against his bare balls again.
“What did you just say?” He teased, still holding me by my hair. He pulled me out a bit to breathe and elaborate. After I few good breaths I told him, “I want to lick your cock.” By this time, Jordan had his underwear off and was holding me in position to clean his ass. “Well, since you’re so eager, I guess you can start with my cock…” he said pulling me up by my hair. “Go ahead loser.”
After a few seconds of procrastination, he began pushing my head back down toward his ass. “Fine,” he said. He knew I was at the point of breaking, and he knew every single step to take to get me to that point of complete submission. “I just thought th-”
“Wait!” I pleaded, “please let me lick your cock…”
“Do you need it?” He asked condescendingly.
“Yes.” I replied defeated. On hearing this, he let go of my hair. Kneeling there, I stuck out my tongue. “I’m not going to do this part for you, loser.” He said impatiently, waiting for me to do something. I leaned in and licked the head of his cock. It was in this moment we both knew Jordan had won. Not just in the game, but in breaking me.
“Go lower.” He commanded, and I began to worship the entire length of His cock. “Good job,” He said happily to Himself. “Loser has to suck the winner’s dick.” Upon hearing my new command, and now broken, I opened my mouth to take Him in. I bobbed up and down for a bit before He remarked, “You’re not very good at this…”
“I’m sorry.” I apologized with His dick still in my mouth. “Do you want some more practice?” He asked lifting me off by my hair. “Yes.” I sighed. ‘Yes, what?” He condescended. “Yes, please.” I replied. “Good boy. But first I have a new rule.” He said standing up and making His way toward the bed. He laid down on his stomach with His legs spread. “I think we’re past the point of me having to tell you what you’re supposed to do, so crawl over here and complete your next task.”
Still bound, I crawled over and climbed onto the bed. I leaned forward to kiss His ass, but fell forward without the support of my arms. Jordan inched forward and said, “That’s fine, stay on your stomach. Now come on loser, don’t keep me waiting.” I kissed Him again, but He turned around in disapproval and grabbed my hair again, “it’s a good thing you’re obedient, because you’re really stupid…” He said as he shoved my face into His ass. “This is right where you’ve belonged since the second round,” He said pulling me in deeper. “There you go, now lick!”
“I’ve always wanted to try this,” He said to Himself, “but I’ve never found anyone pathetic enough to actually go along with it! At least not before now…” Then back to me He said, “You know, I actually really like this! And I can tell you do too, isn’t that right? Maybe more than I do?” He let go of my head, and I lifted up to gasp for air. He soon pushed my head back down and said, “Whoa, not so fast. You’re mine now, and I say you don’t need air anymore.”
After a couple minutes of my fighting for disobedient breaths, He said, “I think you’ve earned your practice now. Get up and let’s work on our throat fucking.” As He walks away from the bed, I roll off onto the floor and onto my knees. “I’m beginning to really enjoy this. I crave whatever He comes up with for me. I just want to make Him happy.” is the mantra I have in my head now. I crawl over to Him and He places both hands behind my head. I open my mouth and He enters.
I close my mouth around his cock and start to suck on the head. “Stop,” He commanded, “I’m in control now. We go at my speed.” He held His cock in my mouth without moving for a bit. “This is the easy part, enjoy it.” This was the first time I noticed my own dick was throbbing. I could feel it leaking down the side of my leg and on the floor. He pulled my head closer in and pressed up against the back of my mouth. “Can you still breathe?” He asked and I nodded. “Good, not for long.” After a bit, He started to push further, which triggered my gagging. I struggled to get away, but He held me in place, allowing me only to breathe through my nose while He pressed up against my throat.
“We’ll be here for a while until you stop fighting and let me in.” He informed me. “Do you want me to untie your arms?” I nodded with tears in my eyes from the gagging. He untied me and we went back to it. After maybe a dozen more ‘forced entries’ I started to last a little longer. Eventually, I am able to fit His entire cock in my throat.
This is the point where He goes from holding in place to pumping. I gag a few times, but recover much better than before. His pace became more erratic, and I could tell He was close. Letting go of my head He told me, “If you finish me and swallow, I’ll let you cum.” He stopped, and I immediately wrapped my arms around His waist and forced His cock down my throat. I took over until I could feel Him start to buck, and my mouth and throat filled with warm. Like a good boy, I swallowed everything I was given.
“Well, I think you’ve earned it, loser.” He conceded. “Go lay on your back.” I did as instructed, and He came up and hovered over my face. “You didn’t think I’d let you cum without my fucking ass in your face, did you?” He laughed. Taking His seat again He said, “Now get back to licking! All that fucking worked up a sweat.” And as I fought for air, He fulfilled His promise and jerked me off. I have never came like that in my life.
Jordan, if you find this post somehow, I think I’d like some more practice! ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lb4sgd/used_and_humiliated_mm