The Noobie Ch. 02

Hello all, thank you to the commissioner for letting me post this sequel for you to check out. Hope you enjoy.

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~FAP~FAP~FAP~FAP~FAP~

The sound of my hand beating my meat echoes in my room, loud enough to drown the sound of the fake moans coming out of the pornstar's mouth. "FUCK! Why is this not working?!" I lash out, letting go of my half limp rod and tossing the bottle of lube on my desk across the room. I've been trying for the last five days to get myself off and get that awful episode with Jessie out of my mind but nothing's working. Tried all my favorite kinks but nothing is doing it. FUCK! "I'm not into dudes, I'm not fucking gay! Why the fuck did I not just beat the crap out of him?!" I yell out and punch my wall, hard. "SHIT!!" It leaves a dent, hurts like a bitch too but at least I felt a bit better.

I look down at my flaccid dick. "Why won't you work, man?" I sigh. I flop onto my chair and look up at the ceiling of my room. I close my eyes and think. "Skipped training day for five days straight. Coach is gonna kill me. I need to get my head back in the game." I shift my gaze from the ceiling to the row of trophies on the shelf on top of my desk. "How could this have happened? He has to have cheated, right? His technique was... " I shut my eyes once more as I replay the day's events in my head, going through our wrestling match. How I started out well and had him in my clutches until he used his legs on me and beat me. And then, same thing with the rematch. He He seems to focus his game on his legs. His strong, powerful, pretty legs...

"The fuck?!" I shake my head and snap out of it. "Come on, one last try..." I mumble to myself and sit down at my computer and dive into the world of porn that is the hub. I browse around the kinks and fetishes and look for my all time favorite; Tits job. As I scroll down, my catches glimpse of a category that I would otherwise never give any attention to, Femboys. I gulp loudly before slowly hovering my cursor over it and clicking.

Immediately I'm assaulted with all kind of videos. My eyes jute out of my skull with the mountain of content this category harbors. Ranging from straight up girly guys fucking other girly guys, guys who dress like girls, to guys that have an exaggerated feminine physique and wear female attire, and more!

There are so many of them. Each with their own page and videos and more videos and more videos. My heart beats loud and fast, like I'm in a place I'm not supposed to be. The longer I stay, the more my heart thumps in my chest. I scroll down until one catches my eye. 'Femboy Fucks A Straight Wrestler's Brains out!'. My heart sinks and my stomach is turned. "Was he holding a phone? Did he record us? No fucking way!" With a shaking hand I drag my mouse to the video and click on it.

The video begins playing and thank God this shit has the typical intro with what I assume to be, the two actors having a poorly acted dialog. The 'wrestler is pretty jacked but there's not way in hell this guy ever wrestled, not with this body type. The femboy although pretty feminine was nowhere near as feminine and sexy as Jessie. Did I really say that? I give myself a flick on the forehead and continue watching. They pretend to wrestle for a while and of course, the femboy wins. "As if he would win in a real match." I groan out then remember the outcome of my encounter with Jessie. I cringe, as I feel my face get hot, fuck! Why does it have to remind me of him?!

I focus back on the video, and see the wrestler is now tied up and his ass is out, being given the licking of a lifetime by the femboy who is expertly tongue fucking his hole. "He looks like he's really enjoying it..." My throat feels tight and my voice wavers slightly as I comment to myself.

I continue to watch and my dick gives an involuntary twitch at the sight of it all. My body tingles and I begin to get hot. I feel my dick harden and a bead of pre already forming at the tip. The femboy reveals his fuck stick and although it's not what I would call small, it's not as scary or impressive as Jes- That fucker. The jock begins worshiping it and I can't help but feel like a pervert and an even bigger faggot, sitting here with my hand on my cock, watching two guys go at it like dogs in heat. But it's getting me harder than I've been the whole week. It's like there's this nagging urge, this craving inside me. This desire that I can't explain or get rid of. I grip my shaft tighter and begin to stroke, my breathing picking up speed as I feel myself building up to an orgasm. The wrestler is moaning and groaning as he sucks on the trap's cock. As I watch this, memories of what happened 5 days ago flood my mind. How big and hot Jessie's cock was, how it tasted and felt like against my tongue, the way he moaned when I lathered his meat with my spit. How he stretched my ass and guts to the limit and then some. I shiver at the thought and pick up my pace, pumping my cock faster.

As I approach the finish line I remember the flavor of his cum, how salty yet slightly sweet it was. "Fuck! Gonna cum! OH SHIT!!" I howl before my hips buck and my balls draw up tight and my cock shoots and erupts all over my desk, drenching my keyboard and a pile of homework in jizz. My toes curl in my socks and I grit my teeth as I milk myself with long, slow strokes.

Once the high fades and I finish dumping my load I'm left with my hand soaked with my spunk. I stare down at what I did and the sight of my ball gunk makes me cringe and feel disgusted. "Why did I do this shit?" I mutter and turn back to the monitor to see the trap pounding his partner's ass and it's clear he's gonna finish. I cut the video and close my browser. "That was so messed up...." Is what I thought, yet I feel so good, like a weight has been lifted of my shoulders. "This is the last time this I'm doing this." I stand up and head to the bathroom for a shower.

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~ The next day~

Felt like shit for missing yet another day of training so I decided to head to our home gym in the basement and and workout a bit. It's nothing crazy, just a budget-friendly home gym simple and effective with just the essentials. A wrestling mat for body weight exercises or grappling practice. A bench press with a barbell and weight plates sitting against the wall behind it, alongside a set of dumbbells for versatile strength training. There's also a secondhand treadmill that mom bought from one of her friends, helps provide a cardio option without taking up too much room. Minimal decor, bright LED lighting, and a fan for ventilation keep the space functional and inviting. Compact, no-frills, and perfect for a solid workout without needing a membership at a real gym.

I grab a couple of dumbbells from the racks and begins my routine. Starting off with a couple of curls before moving onto shoulder presses, then bench presses. The weights clack as I work the iron in quick sets, building up my arm strength, working the lats, biceps and shoulders. Once my arms feel like jello, I go on to a cardio set, starting off on the treadmill and running for a good thirty minutes. Not much but it should do it for now, never been a fan of running, really. As I head towards the mat for my next exercise I hear my mom's voice up stairs. She seems to be talking with someone. Noticing that I didn't grab water on my way here I decide to satisfy my curiosity and kill two birds with one stone.

I climb upstairs and find my mom in the kitchen. "Hey mom, heard you talking to someone. Who came?" I ask, opening the fridge and reaching for a bottle of H2O.

"Hey honey. I was hoping you'd tell me." She says with a knowing smile. "She said she was a friend of yours." She explains. "She said she wanted to check up on you since it's been a week you guys didn't see each other. You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend, Fabian." She playfully smacks my arm.

I twist the bottle's cap and remove it. "I don't. No idea who this girl is." I take a sip and try to think of who this girl could be.

"Well, I sent her to your room. I though you'd be there but seeing how sweaty and thirsty you are, I assume you were in the basement?"

I nod.

"Good, good." She pats my head. "She was pretty. Very beautiful girl. Blonde with green eyes. Long legs, and such a nice personality." She says with an agreeing hum.

I stop drinking and my throat feels dry all of a sudden, I nearly spit out my water, in fact. "Blonde with green eyes??" I drop the bottle and rush to my room. I find the door half open and my computer screen lit. but aside from that, nothing moved. I take a quick sweeping scan of the room just to be sure and head back down. "He- I mean, she's not here!" I yell down the stairs, I don't think I want her to know that asshole is actually a guy.

"Oh well, maybe she left, she did say she was just here to say hello." Mom shouts back from the kitchen.

I let out a sigh of relief and close my room's door before returning down to the basement. I close the door behind me and plug my phone to the speakers on the shelf and am just about to play my favorite workout playlist when a shiver runs down my spine, something isn't right.

"Hey, Fabian.~" I turn and see Jessie sitting on the bench press stretching with a big shit eating grin on his face. "Cool set up you got here.~" He is wearing more casual clothes. A purple hoodie with a pair of stylish shorts and sneakers for shoes.

"YOU LITTLE-!"

Before I could yank his feminine ass off the bench and punch his pretty face he wiggles a finger and cuts me mid-rage. "Ah, ah, ah. Your mom might here you try to commit murder. Do you really want her involved?~"

My head drops and I let out a tired sigh, trying my best to contain my anger and frustration. "God fucking damn it..." I nonchalantly walk to the bench and grab a couple of weights from the rack behind it and resume my workout.

"Not gonna ask me why I'm here?~" He stands up and steps to my right, staring at me as I do my reps.

"Came here to gloat?"

I can see his smile growing in my peripheral view. "Why would you think that? Just because I kicked your ass twice and showed you your place as a bottom faggot, doesn't mean I'm going to gloat and rub it in your face.~"

My teeth are grinding and my fists are clenching so hard I think I might snap the dumbbells in two.

"No, I came here because I was worried, we all are. The team, the coach. We all miss you.~" He walks behind me and rests his head on my shoulder. "You didn't show up for almost a whole week, Fabian. What's up with that?~"

I take a deep breath to try to relax myself as his hands come to rest on my sides and slowly go up. "Nothing..."

"Well, I doubt that, big boy~" He begins to massage me and my body instantly reacts, my heart is racing and I can feel the warmth his hands bring spreading through me. I grit my teeth and force myself to focus on my set and not his fingers dancing across my abs, and I swear I could feel the bulge in his shorts against my lower back. "You seem pretty tense. Still pissed about losing to me?~." His hot breath brushes my neck. "That's okay. That's another reason why I came. Had a feeling you'd still be hung up over it so I think I have a solution for you.~" He whispers in my ear and my heart drops to my stomach, my mind is going crazy. "A little wager, a bet if you will. We'll have another rematch, right here and now. If you win, I'll do something you want.~" His tone is sultry.

I stop in the middle of my reps and stare down at him. He lifts his head and smiles at me. "Anything?"

"Anything.~"

"Like leave the team and never cross my path ever again?" I sternly say.

He shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes. "Well if that's the extent of your imagination, sure, I'll do that.~" He the bites his lip and lowers his gaze to my behind. "But if I can make you tap out or even better, pass out with just my legs, you'll come back to training and you'll become my permanent cum rag.~" He gives me a knowing smirk as he says that. "So, what do you say, captain~?"

I gulp loudly as my heart thumps like crazy, so much so that I think Jessie might actually be able to hear it. What to do, on one hand it's a good opportunity to get rid of him. On the other, I already lost twice to him, do I really wanna take a chance to become his bitch? I rerack the weights and turn to the trap. "Alright, I take the bet."

Jessie jumps in celebration, as if he's already won or something. "Ah, one last thing. For this rematch, we're going to wrestle... Naked~"

My eyes go wide at what I just heard. "Say that again?"

"You heard me right, we're going to fight in our birthday suit. Take it or leave it.~" That fucking grin again.

"Fine... Won't change a thing." I slowly begin removing my shirt and lower my sweatpants and boxers. As I do, I immediately cover my privates and avoid making eye contact with the bastard. I can see in the corner of my eye that the fucker is enjoying this a lot. Sick fuck.

"My turn.~" He takes off his hoodie and his T-shirt, revealing a pink sports bra that leaves his stomach and chest exposed. The fucker isn't ripped but he clearly does have muscle definition, his six pack are just hints and his pecs look soft. Next off was his shorts. They slide off with ease and my cheeks instantly flush when the fuckrod he calls a cock is freed from its cloth confine and smacks against his belly with a loud slap. His junk hangs low between his legs, looking even thicker than the last time I saw it, like two ripe fruits penduling right beneath it, making his feminine body seem even more out of place. I feel myself hardening as he takes off the last bit of clothing, leaving him as naked as I am. "See something you like?~"

I avert my gaze and hide my blushing face. "A-as if.... Let's get this over with." I walk over to the mat and get into stance.

"Heh, cute. Alright. Just like before, once one of us gives up, or loses consciousness the fight's over." I just nod and get in position, doing my best to keep my eyes locked on his upper half and not stare at his distracting, massive bitch tamer. "On count of three. One, two..... THREE!"

I lunge forward, arms outstretched for a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up. But Jessie, is light on his feet, he twists away and goes low trying to go for my legs. As he wraps his arms around my legs, this time, I manage to catch him in a waist lock, lifting him off the mat with a powerful takedown.

"Urgh! God!" He groans as his back slams against the mat. Jessie squirms underneath me, but instead of trying to power out, he rolls over and brings his legs up, locking my head in a tight triangle choke. I get an uncomfortably close view of his ball sack as my nose lands right under it and into his taint, causing me to lose focus for a moment as I inhale and breath in the his raw, sweaty musk. In seconds I begin seeing stars and almost think of tapping out. But I won't give him this satisfaction. I strain at first, my muscles bulging as I fight to break free, this shit is fucking tough! Not only are his legs strong as hell, but with his bitch tamer and nuts on my face, it's really hard to think straight. I hold on, however, if there is one advantage I have over this little twerp, it's my raw strength. Eventually I muscle Jessie up, raising to my feet and slamming him to the mat a second time. "SHIT!" The hold breaks, but Jessie flips to his feet in an instant. "Wow, you action broke free? Don't know if I should be impressed or disappointed.~".

I stagger from the effort. Doing this right after my work out was definitively not a great idea. My muscles are already tired and I can't take his strong, virile scent out of my nostrils. I wipe my nose and see him smile at me. "You know, this could be so much easier.~" I scowl at him and give myself a couple of slaps to the face to wake up. It helps, I recover quickly, and while he is still distracted go for his left leg, catching it and yanking him off balance. It's a bit slippery with all the sweat but I manage in one smooth motion to transition seamlessly into a single-leg takedown, then mount Jessie's back, looking for a rear-naked choke. But this fucker, ever the unconventional fighter, bridges his body and swings both legs over, flipping me off him with a unique, acrobatic escape.

Jessie's speed proving an unpredictable challenge. I knew he was unpredictable but I didn't think he'd be this flexible. Before I could react, he leaps onto my shoulders, attempting a headscissors takedown. He semi hard cock smacks me in the face and for a split second I was debating whether I should just open my mouth and let the python in. Thankfully, the more reason and less horny half won the debate and I plant my feet, hoist Jessie up, and power bombed him into the mat.

"OOughhff!" Jessie's body arched in pain, but he barely stayed down for a second, rolling to his feet and immediately flipping into a capoeira-style handstand before his legs shot up like vipers, wrapping around my arm in an impromptu armbar. I roar in frustration, and try using my sheer strength to dead lift Jessie and drop him with another slam to break the hold. However, it seems I ran out of steam as I can barely lift him off a few inches before dropping him and dropping to my knees.

We are both dripping in sweat and I use that to my advantage, slipping away from his hold before tiredly standing up. "Getting tired already, Fab?" He taunts as we lock eyes. "You should save some energy for later, when I make you scream my name loud enough for your mom to hear.~"

"As if! This is far from over!" I snap at him and I feel the blood pumping through my veins. I won't be defeated. Not now, not again! Not by that smug fuck!

He giggles like a school girl. "So feisty. Let's see what I can do about that~". I know it's an obvious trap, but my tempter gets the better of me, I decide to strike, charging in and going for a hip throw, not really my favorite thing to use my my body is too tired to go for anything else at this point. I feel my hard, rock solid and thick muscles against his lean, girly but equally toned figure. I grab his arm with one hand, and his side with the other. I spin my body around and drive the femboy's hip into the mat, and go for an omoplata.

But before I could pin him down, Jessie squirms his body to the side, slipping free and quickly turns over and dives towards my neck. "Got you now, cumrag.~" I barely have enough time let out a groan that his legs wrap around my neck in a figure four lock. His toned, yet soft thighs around my head make me consider tapping out. I can feel his flag pole poke the back of my head. My brain goes in panic mode as his grip tightens and he pulls on my hair, yanking my head back. I know he isn't gonna kill me but that doesn't change how fucked I am. My vision starts getting blurry, his body heat radiates against me like a furnace. "Ready to give up and be my new towel boy, slut?~"

After a few more agonizing long seconds I hear him give an agreeing hum before his grip loosens. I immediately jump to my feet and away from him. My head feels a little woozy from the lack of air but I get back into my stance nonetheless.

"Is that all you've got?! Bring it you little..." I slump back onto the mat, my ass hitting the ground, my big frame a sweaty heap. "I'm not... done..." I pant out in a defiant growl, trying to get up. "I can do... this... all... fucking... day..." I manage between labored breaths but it was bullshit, and we both knew it.

Jessie towers over me, his beautifully sculpted thighs flexing in a goddamn victory pose, his horsecock swinging free, half-hard and dripping. "Oh, you're done, Fab.~" He purrs, stepping over me, as I sat on the mat, legs stretched askew, hands at my sides propping my heaving sweaty muscular torso up. His balls dangling inches away from my face, that rank musk hitting me like a drug. Fuck, why does it have such an effect on me?!

"You tapped out to my sexy thighs like three times while I had them around your handsome head.~"

Shit, is he telling the truth? I can't remember, must have tapped out by reflex as I was passing out.

"Now, tell me, what should I have you do first as my new official sweat and cum rag, hmm?~" He says with a grin, his fuck pipe giving a twitch as he does.

My dick is throbbing too, my filthy lust screaming for me to press my face into that divine groin and drown myself in his manly fragrance. I hate how much I want it, want him. How much I want that thick, juicy looking cock I'd been jerking off to in secret.

He leans down, making me slightly flinch. He cocks his hips and begins rubbing his meat across my chest, leaving a trail of sweat and pre. "What do you say, slut?" He whispers, his voice all sultry spice.

I'm so fucked. Mentally, physically, every damn way. My arms and legs, my wrestling pride, are completely limp and powerless, weakly grasping his thighs. Those thunder thighs that had turned me into a whimpering bitch. This son of a bitch turned my basement into a cage, and he was the king, his musk and heat choking me out without a single punch. "You're my whore now, and I'm gonna treat just like one.~" The femboy raises a leg and gently rests his foot on my drenched chest before slowly applying pressure. I try to fight back and push back against it but it's no use, he forces me to lay flat on the mat.

I lay wrecked on the basement mat, sprawled out, chest heaving, sweat pouring off me in rivers. My big, muscled ass was planted on the ground, legs splayed, my pitiful 6-inch dicklet leaking a sad little puddle beneath me. "You'd think you'd know your place by now with how many times I've beaten your cute ass.~" Jessie taunts. He then squats over my chest, legs planted on either side, knees boxing my bead in. My usually strong arms lay sweaty and limp weakly gliding over his ankles, then up his calves before reaching his sweat soaked, thick, girly, flexing thighs caressing them as he wraps a hand around his fuckmeat and has it hovering over me, dangling heavy and half-hard between those killer legs, dripping pre-cum like a busted tap. A smug smirk plastered on his feminine, pretty face. His blonde locks sticking to his forehead, with all the sweat he's worked up and his hips cocked like he is posing for some twisted victory shot.

"I think I have the perfect job for you, faggot.~" He taunts, his voice a razor-sharp mix of girly venom and pure filth, squatting lower down so those heavy cum kegs hung inches from my nose. I take a whiff and my head starts spinning, drowning in his musky stench, and my prick is throbbing like a desperate little pup in heat despite the ass-kicking I'd just taken.

Before I could spit out a comeback, hell, before I could even suck in a breath, he drops on his knees, planting his huge squishy ass on my chest. His thighs snap shut under my shoulders, knees digging into the mat, grinding into the sides of my armpits, locking me in a Schoolboy Pin variation unique to Jessie. Those squishy looking meaty thighs clamping down on my chest with a force that would make a grizzly tap out. His hips grind forward and his fat, veiny cock slaps my face with a wet ~THWACK~. The heat rolling off it feels like it's coming from a furnace, like it could scorch off my skin.

"Open wide, Fabian. Here's some nice protein for you, you weak, pathetic bitch!~" He snarls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head forward, his sweaty ball-sack smears across my chin. The musk hits me like a room full of wet housecats. Rank, salty, a thick femboy funk that was pure sex and sin, and my mouth waters like I was some cum-starved two penny harlot. Just that is enough to make my dick twitch in a pathetic little spasm.

"Mmph! no!!!" I choke out, voice a raspy mess, but he just giggles. That high-pitched, evil trill that had been haunting my fucking nightmares. He rams his hips forward, his cockhead, fat and glistening with pre, pries my lips apart, stretching my jaw wide as he shoves that behemoth down my throat. His thighs squeezed tighter, crushing my shoulders, hips rocking like a piston, as I gag hard, drool spilling out the sides of my mouth.

"Atta boy.~" He hums. "Hmm? What is it, too much?~" He mocks, voice dripping with taunting spice. "You'll get use to, don't worry. After all, you're gonna be doing this pretty much every day, now.~" That 11-inch gut-wrecker slides deeper, pulsing against my tongue. I could taste the salty slimy pre-cum.

Suddenly, my prick spurts a weak rope onto my lower abs, without any other stimulation but his cockheat throbbing it's way into my throat, the sweaty pheromones addling my brain.

Then, I feel him shift, his thighs flexing like steel cables, and lock me in, his knees digging into the mat. He pulls back out of my throat and rubs his battering fuck ram into my face, pre-cum smearing my face like war paint.

"Gah... shit... Wha... are you doin...?" I groaned around his fuckpole.

Grinning evilly, he grabs my mouth. "Open that cock washer you call a mouth, cumrag!~" He barks. My lips barely part before he is feeding me his bone again.

"GLUCKKC!!" I gag once more, my throat clenching as he buries himself balls-deep, my nose smashed into his smooth hairless sweaty pubes, that musky femboy funk choking me out. My eyes water, and tears streak down my cheeks.

He begins pumping in and out, fucking my mouth, getting into a steady rhythm. His heavy nut sack slapping my chin with every pump ~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~ a filthy drumbeat of domination. "Just like that, captain, be a good bitch boy and let me train that throat.~" He growls, hips grinding slower now, letting me feel every throbbing inch of that fagmaker, while keeping his thighs tight like a vice I couldn't escape. "Look at you, Fab. You've been dying to taste my meat, admit it.~" He taunts, yanking my hair harder, hips rocking like he's trying to puncture a hole through my skull, sweat from his balls mixing with my spit and coating my chin as the wetness spreads slowly to my neck. He leans back slightly, his free hand trailing back to toy with my cock, hard as steel and yet only half the size of his monstrous virgin killer; leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.

"Fuck, what would your buddies say if they saw you choking on my fat bitch-splitter, huh?~" My dick twitches again, leaking like a busted hose. He pulls back just enough to let me gasp, a thick string of drool and pre-cum dangling from my lips to his cockhead, as I cough, chest heaving, spit splattering his groin as it caged my face in.

"Fuck you!" I rasp, but it was weak, a dying whimper.

He looks down at me before laughing in my face, that sadistic giggle slicing through me. "Fuck me?~" he mocks, slapping his cock against my cheek ~SMACK~ leaving a wet streak. "You fucking wish, loser. You're the one kissing and throating my fucking my like it was gonna make you the richest fag on the planet!~" He shoves it back in, hips thrusting hard, and I gag again, my throat convulsing around his beast, his musky heat flooding my brain once more.

Jessie's thighs flex tighter, this idiot is trying to crush me like a goddamn melon. He grinds his hips slow, letting his balls drag over my chin with a slutty moan that almost makes me want to forget how much of a prick he is. "Mmmh, that's right, savor your treat you cum-guzzling fag.~" He snarls, his voice a filthy hymn, and I do, fuck, I do. My lips sealing around his hot fuck pipe, tongue lapping at the underside like some desperate slut. The taste hits me hard, salty pre-cum, thick and gooey, a preview of the load I know is coming.

"Good slut. That's what I'm talking about.~" He spits, rocking his hips faster now, cock fucking my face like it was his personal fleshlight. Fuck, is this what's waiting for me? Is this what my days are going to be like?

He is relentless, hips pumping with a rhythm that's pure domination, and I feel it building as his cock throbs harder, the pencil thick veins riding it pulsing like crazing with every goddamn beat his heart makes against my tongue. "Uurgh! Shit, I'm getting close, Fabby. Gonna flood that worthless cum chute you call a throat!~" He growls in cracking voice. His lust too much to bear.

"Mmmmm... mmmpphhhh..." I whimper around his pillar of ruin. My eyes roll back, tears streaming, and then... he cums. And holy shit, he cumshot It is! A torrent of thick, scalding baby batter blasting down my gullet. It's like a goddamn firehose, rope after unholy thick rope of glue like cum painting my throat white, bloating my stomach. I try swallow desperately to stop myself from drowning in the deluge, as his thighs tightening their grip harder, hips bucking like he is trying to breed my face to milk every drop.

"UUurghgh! GOD! EAT MY BALL SLOP YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!!!" He roars, his once sweet and girly voice morphs into a feral squeal as he forces me to take it all ~~GULP~GULP~GULP~ I chug on this shit like I was chugging on a keg of beer at a frat party, my throat spasming and my dick spurting uselessly onto the belly.

Too much, it's too much! Too hot, too thick, I', gonna drown in his cum while his scent seeps into my soul. He continues pumping, hips rocking, thighs flexing, for what seems like an eternity, hours of torture when it in reality it only lasted for a minute, maybe less until my vision blurred, black spots dancing as I choked on his spunk.

Finally, he wrenched his python free, a wet POP echoing off the basement walls, before I collapse, coughing up cum and drool, a sticky mess dribbling out of my mouth and on to the mat beneath. My chest heaves, my face a cum blasted mess, smeared with his funk. And as if that wasn't enough, grabs his still twitching organic baton and wipes it across my cheek, leaving a final streak of cum.

"Good, I think you'll agree when I say the little cum-slurper look fits you much better than the tough wrestler one.~" He coos, Lazily standing up and looming over me, thighs glistening with sweat, and hips cocked like a goddamn king.

I am utterly fucked, mentally, physically, every damn way. Sprawled on the mat, a big, muscled bitch broken by this girly asshole and his monstrous cock. My throat feels raw, my belly bloated with his load and the worst part is... I know there is much more to come. I just don't know if I can tank whatever he's planning to throw at me.

"You... Stupid asshole! You... You are done for!" I manage between two burps and coughs of his boi cream, but my bravado is hollow, and he knows it.

"What's that?~" He giggles as he squats down. "I'm sorry I couldn't hear you well over all that nut you were chugging. Done? Nah, bitch..." He taunts, slapping his cock against my forehead with a loud and kind of painful ~THWAP~ "This was just the warm up, Fabian. The fun has just begun.~"

I gulp loudly, it's a scene straight out of some kinky amateur porn video. I lie sprawled across the basement mats, my 6'2" wrestler's carcass trembling like a leaf in a shitstorm of conflicting emotions of defeat and arousal. My throat is a scraped-out ruin from Jessie's 11-inch meat-piston pumping it full of his gluey trap sludge. My face is a slimy battleground, plastered with his jizz and my own drool, my broad chest wheezing like a busted accordion, sweat cascading off my torso in salty torrents. My sorry-ass 6-inch pecker is a wilted twig, oozing a feeble dribble onto the mat like some puny little piss ant next to the colossal fuck-wand that just turned my gullet into its personal spunk-sleeve.

Jessie towers over me, a pint-sized dictator at 5'5", his blonde mop matted to his drenched forehead, those sneering lips peeled back in a vicious grin. His horsecock, still half stiff and slick with my spit and his jizz, dangles like a meaty war-club between his legs, leaking a sloppy mix of cum and throat-grime onto my sternum ~PLOP~ a nasty little gift from his victory lap. "You did a good job sucking me dry like the good little nut milker that you are, but you see, you're gonna need to do more than that to really drain me.~" He jeers, his voice a sharp razor of girly malice. He crouches so his wiry calves swell and his sweaty nut-sack swings perilously close to my face, blasting me with a whiff of ripe, feral stench that knots my guts with a dark, humiliating pang.

I hack up a storm, a gravelly "I... I'm not doing this... You win... Please... I can't anymore...!!" Clawing their way out, my hands scrabbling at the mat, fingers digging into the rubber as my biceps bulge in a futile flex, sweat raining down my brow.

Jessie snatches my sodden hair with a savage tug. "Aw, don't be like that Captain, I'm just getting started. Now, I'm gonna plow into your beefy ass and rearrnge your jockey guts like I did last week and you better get used to it because you're my little bitch, now.~" His tone a raucous bellow of depravity, his slender fingers gouging my scalp, hauling me up like a steer up for butchering.

My legs quake weakly from exhaustion, knees grinding the mat, sweat-slick skin catching on the rough surface as he whirls me around and drags me over to the weight bench. His grip shifts, his petite palms slamming into my shoulder blades ~SMACK~ shoving me forward oblong onto the bench with a jolt that rattles my bones.

I belly-flop onto my own weight bench, barrel chest crashing into the padded slab with a meaty ~WHUMP~, my beefy legs dangling helplessly on both sides, toes scraping the mat, my arms flailing out like limp noodles, smacking the sides with feeble ~THWAPs~.

"God, you're so fucking hot when I reduce you to a fucking piece of fuck meat.~" In seconds, he's on me like a rabid jackal, locking me belly down, my gut flattens against the bench, ribs grinding into the vinyl and my chiseled pecs heaving as I suck in wind. What is he going to do now? Sweat pools under my sternum as I run every conceivable scenario through my head.

Jessie sits on the bench behind my prone form, legs on either side behind me, knees dropping wide behind my thighs, legs and feet locking into mine to hold me down in place. God, I can feel his calves tense against mine, lean cords of muscle bunching under his skin, toes curling for grip. "There you go.~" He hums with glee.

His hands, scrawny but steel-forged, latch onto my wrists, yanking them down and out, pinning them to the bench's sides forcing my arms to stretch tight under his hold. "Alrighty.~" He leans forward, his smooth torso hovering an inch above my back, sweat trickling from his sharp collarbone onto my spine, hot, bitter beads that sear my flesh, making me twitch.

His knees nudge inward, bony shins pressing against the outsides of my thighs, forcing them to splay apart, my legs bend slightly at the knees, spreading wide, tilting my pelvis up to bare my tight, quivering pucker, my crack slick with sweat. Jessie's mighty fuckstick is hard again, nestled between my muscly globes. I can feel its pulsing heat radiating out, making my hole twitch in spite of me. I can hear the soft ~SCHLICK~ as he spreads the mix of pre-cum and drool to evenly coat his meaty monster before squeezing out a large glob. He dabs the sticky clear blob onto my trembling lower mouth, smearing it rough over my hole, teasing my rim slowly with a circling swipe before jamming two fingers deep inside me.

"UUrghh! FUCK!" I wince in both surprise and pain.

"Your jock snatch is so hungry for my gut-reamer, isn't it, you beefy fuck-pig?" He barks, his voice a grimy symphony of scorn, lashing my ass with a vicious ~SLAP~ as his palm becomes a blazing whip that brands a scarlet streak across my meaty glutes, the sting crackling through me like a live wire.

"Fuck! argh, stop, please! That monster's gonna split me!" I howl in a jagged sobbing voice, jerking back and forth, sopping hair whipping sweat across my brow as my paws grip the bench edges, nails clawing into the vinyl, leaving gouges in the padding.

He shifts his stance, his bony shoulders hunching, his flat stomach clenching into a wiry slab as he angles his pelvis forward. His knees sink deeper into the back of my thighs, shins flexing for traction, and his hands slide from my wrists to my love handles, bony fingers sinking into my flesh, yanking my hips up an inch to bare my pucker fully.

The tip of his 11-inch, vein-riddled ass-ravager grazes my lower spine first, a searing lick of skin that sends a shiver up my back, then drags down, his petite frame bending back slightly as he lines it up with my poor hole, the bulbous, pre-slick tip prodding my ring, teasing it with a faint press that makes my guts churn.

The erotic punch lands like a goddamn meteor, his cockhead's heat scalds my flesh like a fucking red-hot poker against my quaking hole, the slickness of his pre mixing with the sweat beading in my crack, a tangy, rancid whiff that claws at my nostrils. "Gonna shove this faghole-buster so far up your ass, you'll taste my spunk in your fuckin' throat, you muscle-bound cum-leech!" He snarls right before he lunges, his shoulders snap forward, his lean abs knotting up as his knees grind into my thighs for leverage. We must look like mating frogs, thighs locked, the aggressive male mounting the supine female.

His hands wrench my hips back, tilting my pelvis higher, and his cockhead spears my ring with a sloppy ~SQUELCH~. The noise alone makes me cringe as he's ripping me open, a scalding, shredding jolt that tears a bellow from my lungs. "GAH, SHIT!! IT'S FUCKIN' RIPPING ME!" My chest is lurching, pecs flexing as my paws scrabble at the bench, sweat gushing off me in sheets.

"MMmh, SHit! Would you fucking relax and let me fuck you?~"He plunges deeper, his lean, feminine body arching, shoulders rolling as he drives his pelvis forward, his knees hold firm, shins pinning my thighs wide, his hands gripping my hips, fingers bruising my flesh as he buries his 11-inch ass-plower balls-deep.

~PLAP~ His sack slams my taint ~THWOCK~ a wet, meaty clap that rings off the concrete, their sweaty heft grinding against my skin as his pelvic bone jams into my crack, his lean pecs grazing my back, nipples flicking my spine like sharp little darts that make my skin prickle with goosebumps.

The position is a brutal cage, my hips are locked flat, his knees fencing my thighs apart, his bony torso hovering just above, sweat dripping from his jaw onto my neck in hot, salty splashes that sting my raw skin.

"How are you doing captain? Did you finally realize it? That you're my little bottom slab-assed pussy, now?~" He bellows, each one of his breath feels like a scorching gust on my ear, his tongue darting out to lap at my sweat. A bitter, slick tease that makes me shudder.

"FUCK... Jessie... P-Please...!" I plead as my head flops forward, eyes blurring with tears.

"Hmmmm, let me get back to you on that.~" He playfully retorts. The sinful blitz he unleashes is a goddamn maelstrom. His cock is a blazing meat-spike, splitting my innards, its pulsing veins scraping my walls like a jagged fuck-blade, his balls mashing my taint with their damp, musky heft, a rank heat that seeps into my flesh, stirring a wild, shameful hunger. His balls, plump, sweat-sodden orbs, brush my taint every time he hilts in me, the smooth hairless orbs tickling my skin, releasing a musky reek that floods my lungs with a primal stink that stirs a dark, desperate itch deep in my core.

My own cock is smashed against the bench, grinding into the vinyl, leaking pre in feeble little trickles, truly a puny little prick dwarfed by his monstrous girth.

"MMmh, yeah. Feel my fuckin' ass-ravager shred your guts, You dumb bimbo!~" He roars, his voice a grimy chant, smacking my haunch ~SLAP~ his palm a fiery lash as he leans forward, his some what toned chest pressing harder against my back, sharp ribs under girly smooth skin grazing my skin, a teasing friction that makes my nerves scream.

He starts ramming, his lean belly clenching and flexing as his pelvis begins pounding with a savage ~WHAMWHAMWHAM~ that rattles the bench, my bunghole blazing as his straight ender dives deeper, a searing, rending ecstasy.

His knees nudge inward an inch, shins pressing tighter against my thighs, his petite frame arches back, chest lifting off my back just enough to let sweat drip from his soaked torso onto my spine, bitter and hot, making my skin quiver.

His hands shift, fingers sliding to my traps, gouging my muscle as he yanks me back onto his cock with every thrust "Urgh!!" I moan as his lean arms flex, sinews bulging under pale skin as he pins me down.

He shifts slightly and picks up speed, his cock slamming forward, each thrust nailing my prostate dead-on, a brutal, electric jolt ripping through me. My hole burns, stretched taut around his girth, and his rhythm quickens, wet skin smacking mine, his thick meat ramming my sweet spot.

"What? Not- Not gonna fight back, pussy? Too dazed by what a real cock feels like? I bet you're fucking creaming right now!~" He snarls as every buck of his powerful, girly hips make me howl like one of those pornstars I jerk off to. An he's right, I am creaming, my dick squirts a watery jet onto the bench each time he hammers at my cum button. "Yeah, you fucking love it. You'd die for it, huh? Wanna take my ball brew, towel boy? Want me to baptize that shitter of yours with my girly cum?~" He roars as he shifts and his knees widen an inch, his sweat drenched torso straightening as he drives his man ruiner deeper.

"Shit! Here it comes! Take my fucking cum you cumrag!!" I feel his cock bloat, veins throbbing like a live wire, his balls tightening against my taint ~SCRUNCH~ Right before he erupts. "UUURGHHHHAAAGH!!" He howls as a goddamn volcanic gush, a thick, scalding torrent of boi spunk blasts into my guts.

"OOOH YEAHH!! KEEP GUZZLING MY FUCK-PISS!" He snarls as his pelvis grinds, spewing rope after rope of gooey cum into me, bloating my belly into a sloshing, spunk-stuffed balloon.

"FUCK! T- TOO HOT... ARGHH! G-GOD!"I shriek, my voice a fractured wail and my cock squirting a final, pitiful jet onto the bench, splattering the seat and marking it forever as the place I was turned into Jessie fuck toy. My defeated ass muscles spasm around his beast, milking it to the last drop as his load gushes out. My insides swell, my body quakes and I collapse fully, face smearing into the bench, sweat-soaked mug sliding in my own drool, my ass a caved in, cum-weeping ruin with his spunk oozing out my wrecked hole, pooling under me in a sticky, musky swamp.

He stops moving a fter some time and I feel his fuck hound stop jumping around in my bowels. "Fiou! Your jock pussy is my spunk-pit now, you big-assed wimp, hah! Calling yourself a wrestler, what joke.~" He pants in raspy snarl of triumph, smacking my haunch and leaving a red welt as he pulls out with a sloppy ~SCHLOP~, his 11 inch cunt-buster gives a few twitches, dribbling cum onto my spine.

"Ngh... fucked..."I whimper, a shattered moan escapes my lips as I feel my anal ring trying to close in vain.

~Whislte~

"Look at that ruined fag-pussy!" He taunts, before spitting right into my gaping shitter, making me flinch a bit. "Yup, that's a well fuck hole, alright.~" He mocks, smacking my stinging ass and giggling like a sadistic imp. "I think I can see my cum still bubbling in your guts, Fabian.~"

I'm panting, whimpering, a total sweaty slab of broken meat, stretched out on my own weight bench. I've spent countless hours lifting weights on this very bench, sculpting those perfect arm and chest muscles that made the girls drool and that could pin down bigger bulkier opponents. Why the fuck is this happening to me? How am I so weak against him? So many questions racing through my melted brain but I have no time to think, no strength neither. I'm jolted out of these melancholy musings when Jessie suddenly grabs my hair again and yanks me off the bench, tossing me onto the mat like a cum-soaked rag-doll. I look at him in a daze and am shocked to see he's still hard!

"What, surprised to see I'm not a one pump chump like you? Yeah, I can still go on for one more round! Time to volcano-fuck that jock cunt into next week.~" He growls, flipping me belly-up onto my back, legs flailing. He pounces on me, locking me in a mating press, thighs clamping my hips like a goddamn bear trap, hoisting my legs up over his shoulders so my ass is splayed wide, vulnerable, twitching, a perfect target for his raging fagocalypse. His hips align that terrifying gut-gouger with my wrecked hole, the fat, pre-slick cockhead nudging my stretched ring, and I try to scream but what's the point, I know he's not gonna listen anyways. So I just grit my teeth and watch as he sinks his raw meat into me once again, watching in horror as my perfect abs bulge in the shape of his third leg like chest burster from that one horror movie. "No fighting back? Looks like you finally understand your role in life, huh?" He mocks, grinding his hips forward, thighs flexing to pin my hips immobile, that molten cockhead breaching my ass-cunt with a wet ~SCHLURP~.

"Look at your shrimp dick flop while I wreck you!" He says, mocking my utter defeat as I try to avert my eyes.

"LOOK AT IT!" He barks, a command I cannot seem to disobey. My face burning, I gaze down reluctantly to see my otherwise respectable 6" cock, a sad little noodle in comparison to his girthy flagpole, twitching uselessly as his ass-ripper slams in, hips driving deep, thighs crushing my waist like a steel press. The heat is unbearable, scorching, volcanic, his fuckmeat pulsing inside me, stretching my guts wide, and I howl as an orgasm instantly hits me. My prick spurts a weak, watery rope, splattering my abs. His hips gyrate, cock grinding my prostate into mush, and I'm moaning whorish, slutty moans spilling out like a porn-star bitch, cum addiction blazing as his musky spunk floods my soul.

"Shit, you still got some piss in those tiny nuts? I thought I already fucked everything out of you.~" He teases, thighs flexing harder, hips slamming forward with a brutal ~THUD~THUD~THUD~ that shakes the mats. His heavy cum kegs slap my taint in a filthy, wet rhythm as his cockhead continues punching my insides like a goddamn jackhammer, turning my ass into a cum-slick mushy cavern. The fucker makes sure to let me feel every throbbing inch of his ass-annihilator, his veins bulging against my walls like a roadmap to fuck-hell. My ass clenches, spasming around his beast, and the next second I'm lost, lost in the burn, the stretch, the filthy flood of his pre-cum lubing my guts.

Then he shifts, thighs clamping tighter, and flips me into a Crab Hold, hoisting my hips up, legs spread wide over his shoulders, his cock still buried balls-deep in my jock cunt.

"I don't usually use this when I fuck but I figured with my new fuck toy, I can try anything I want, right?~" He growls, hips rocking back, then slamming forward, thighs crushing my waist like a goddamn vice. His 11-inch cum-cannon plunges deeper, grinding my prostate into a pulpy mess, making me scream like a pathetic bitch as another climax wrecks me, except this time, nothing seems to cum out of me.

"Oh? Nothing left in the tank? No matter, I'm about to finish anyways. But first...~" He says, flexing his sexy thighs harder, hips pumping with a rhythm that's pure volcanic filth. My gut is wrecked, stretched to bursting, and he is pounding, relentless, savage, hips slamming like a goddamn battering ram, thighs pinning me like I am some squirming prey. With every thrust, his balls slap against my ass with a filthy ~WHAP~ that makes feel even filthier that anything that he's already done to me. "Oh, almost there, Fabby. Gonna milk my last load into this raw shitter of yours then you can go back to pretending like you're straight.~" He continues mocking and taunting me until finally his cock swells, throbbing harder, veins pulsing like a goddamn heartbeat inside me, and I feel it. "Ah FUCK! HERE IT COMES FAG SLUT!!~" His balls tighten as that volcanic eruption is building, ready to flood my wrecked jock pussy. He lets out a feral roar as his hips slam one last time, thighs crushing my waist and he buries his fag maker balls-deep. His cockhead explodes and unleashes a molten tsunami of thick, scalding trap spunk blasting into my already soaked guts, a cum-geyser that floods my hole, bloating my belly like a goddamn balloon.

Rope after rope of tar thick, steaming fuck-juice paints my insides white, leaking out around his shaft, splattering the mats with wet, filthy ~SPLATS~. "TAKE MY FUCK-SLUDGE, YOU CUM DUMP!" He howls, loud enough that I fear my mom might have heard him. I grit my teeth and my eyes rool back as his hips keep grinding hard, thighs choking my waist as he pumps more and more cum into me. A massive deluge that drowns my soul in sinful filth and lust.

My ass is spasming around his beast, my balls painfully thob, doing their best to churn something, anything to eject as I cum once more before my vision blurs, black spots dancing, and then, I pass out.

"Oh come on! Don't pass out on me, Fab!~" The horny fucker continues post nut fucking my loose hole, not cacring that I'm out cold. His hips start rocking slow, milking every drop. And that, that was the last thing I remember.

After some time, I wake up, no idea how much time has passed. I find myself slumped on the mats, a sweaty, cum-soaked wreck, my ass a yawning, dripping fuck-canyon with a river of femboy spunk pooling under me, thick and sticky, staining my thighs.

"Finally awake?~" Jessie is standing over me, still naked as the day he was born but cleaner. He walks towards me from the basement stairs with a towel around his hair. Did he take a shower? "You were out cold for quite sometime. Heard your mom leave the house so I decided to take a shower, hope you don't mind.~" He explains with a warm, friendly smile. As if he didn't just force his 11 inch ass buster up my ass and throat however long ago. Ass buster that is still twitching mind you. "Didn't think I would be able to fuck you unconscious but I guess I underestimated my sex drive and thunder thighs, huh?~" He giggles. Is this all just a joke for him? Is this idiot bipolar or something?

He squats down, hips swaying, his now limp and sleeping monster still long enough to have it's head flop on the mat. He looks me over for a second then ruffles my hair. "You look alright. I was a bit worried I broke something with all that hardcore fucking I gave you. Thank god my new towel boy is still good to go.~"

"Shit, you were really serious?" I mutter in a hoarse voice, my throat still raw from all the screaming, moaning and deepthroating.

He stands back up and saunters over to the bench and plops on it. His eyes darting to the clock. He crosses his legs and gives me another smug, evil smile. "Why of course I was serious, Fabian. But don't worry. The feral breeding I gave you today..." He gestures with his finger to my I guess 'post feral breeding' form and continues. "... Was just to get the message across. Teach you a lesson, you know.~" He picks up his phone and begins scrolling on it with his thumb. "I won't be going as hard on you every day. Just on special occasions, or when you really piss me off. Maybe when I get too worked up after a day's training."

I start hyper ventilating, panicking at the foresight of what my life is about to be.

Noticing my reaction, Jessie puts down his phone and waves a hand dismissively. "Oh you don't have to worry your silly head about a thing, Fab. I'll keep our little arrangement a secret. Even when I'll be fucking your cunt and rearranging your guts in the locker room or the showers I'll be sure to put something in your mouth to muffle your slutty moans so that no one hears you begging for my bitch breaker." He chuckles, standing back up, his now fully flaccid, 11 inch, beast of a cock flopping against his thighs. He picks up his underwear and puts slides them on. "You should take a shower. And rest too. I told the coach that you would be returning to train by tomorrow." He picks up his top and puts it on before following with his bottoms. "And you wouldn't want him or anyone to think that I'm a liar, would you Fabian?~"

My heart starts racing and my stomach twists. He has me, he really fucking does. There is nothing I can do. I try to speak, my mouth open up but I only manage to mumble weakly.

He laughs, zipping up his fly. "Now don't get all tongue tied on me Fabian. You agreed to this, remember? Plus, we're friends, right?" He licks his lips in anticipation before he starts walking away towards the basement stairs.

"You know what they say...~" He calls out in a cheerful tone, putting his foot on the stairs, "What happens at wrestling practice... Stays at wrestling practice. Oh, and don't forget to clean up. Also, I think your mom heard some of your moaning and slutty screaming. You know, just in case she asks you embarrassing questions, I suggest you prep a nice bullshit story for her.~" He waves with that girly hand of his as he climbs the stairs, disappearing to the first floor, and soon I hear the door click closed as he leaves the house.

I just lie there. Numb. Deep in thoughts and terrified of the days to come. This cannot be real, it's impossible. I've lost a match, I've been defeated but it's not over, is it? Am I going to spend the next weeks, months or god forbid years of my life, cleaning, fucking, and servicing Jessie? My head spins as I ponder and eventually I pick myself up from the mat. My stomach, ass, throat and the mat are a wet mess. I look down at my pitiful, limp 6-inch noodle and let out a heavy sigh, I need a shower, or ten.

As I start heading up, I keep thinking about my situation. He can own my ass like that, can he? This isn't the seventeen hundreds? Or whenever salvery was a thing? I'll find a way and - OW! Fuck! As I walk up the stairs, I feel a sorness in my balls and ass. Shit, I hope it'll be gone by tomorrow, don't want to have to explain my funny walk to the coach or my team. With a resigned sigh, I make my way towards the shower in my room. I can only hope I can wash off my shame and memories of this evening with the cum and sweat.

THE END