Jesse takes the upper hand and uses to opportunity to completely humiliate Mike - shaving his head and body!
Out of Bounds - Chapter 3 (Page 2)
by Pandamonium
Series: Out of Bounds
My shorts had ripped apart from Jesse's grip. My body fell back to the mat, and Jesse collapsed with half the tatters of my shorts in his hands. Jesse began to laugh hysterically through his heavy breathing, scooting away from me on the mat.
Jesse slowly got up visibly limping as I started to base up as well. Jesse tossed the shreds of my shorts aside walking off his knee. Jesse was dripping in sweat and oil, smiling from ear to ear. He let me slowly get up, not attacking. Seemingly, allowing a break in the action to occur.
"Fuck dude... this is awesome! I gotta tell you you're giving me a hell of a fight! You're a fighter, for sure. I'm loving this." Jesse said with an eerie, sadistic enthusiasm.
Jesse approached me as I sat on the mat, a little confused, apprehensive, and not knowing what to think. He offer his hand to help me up. I hesitated before giving it to him. He pulled me up to my feet. Frank gave us both some water to sip from. I was dripping with sweat. I grabbed a towel to wipe my face and hands. Jesse's knee seemed better now. After about two minutes of this unexpected break, Jesse broke the silence.
"Okay, round two. Looks like you uh... lost your shorts?" Jesse was right, I was just in my singlet now, sweating through, the outline of my cock and balls were very apparent. "I'll lose mine too then!"
My eyes widened as Jesse pulled his red mesh shorts down, revealing nothing but a white jockstrap underneath. He adjusted the straps of his jock as he stood upright. His bulge showed a stiffened cock stretching the pouch of his jockstrap and some low hanging balls which filled out the rest of his jock nicely. He turned around and bent over, picking his shorts off the floor. His ass was a bubble butt to say the least and shaved smooth like the rest of his body. His jock framed his ass perfectly. FUCK!
He tossed his shorts to the side of the mat, standing before me naked in just his jockstrap. He flexed a pose laughing and smiling at me, almost challenging me to not feel intimidated. Smart strategy... gotta give him credit.
I got up, stepping out of the tatters of my torn, shredded shorts. I pulled down the straps of my singlet and yanked the top down low enough for him to see that I too was wearing a jockstrap under it.
“Well ain't that a bitch!” Jesse smirked. “I want that singlet off! Take that off. Wrestle in your jock like me.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
"Did I fucking stutter? Strip it off, pussy." He pointed and demanded.
Not to be outdone, I pulled the singlet down my legs and stepped out of it. I tossed it aside, and flexed back at him, just in my jock. He smirked at the sight of me flexing back, and his eyes lit up, staring at my dick. Matt and Frank were staring as well as I stripped down. I could tell Frank’s camera was zooming in at my package.
"How big is that thing? Jesus!" Frank exclaimed.
"You're going to find out when Jesse is sucking it!" I retorted as I got in my stance ready to start up again. I wasn’t gonna let Jesse get a jumpstart on me again.
"Oh, that's real cute. I'm not leaving until I win, and you're not leaving until I make you my bitch. The door is fucking locked. You're not getting out of here until we finish this!" Jesse remarked, confirming my theory of locking me in.
"So, let's finish this then." I demanded, challenging him to come at me.
With that he came at me and slapped me in the face!
WHAP!
I stepped back and let out a growl getting angry. Jesse's demeanor got serious again, knowing I'm about to come back at him.
"OKAY! FINE, BITCH! LET'S... OOOF!!!"
Before I could even finish my sentence, Jesse charged in and tackled me to the ground with a hard shoulder in my stomach, wrapping up my legs. His hands grasped the waistband of my jock as I lay on my back. Before I could get a chance to defend myself, Jesse started to pull my jockstrap off. The band stretched like an elastic as he stood up to his feet stretching the jock down my legs. My hands tried to hold on to my jock. Jesse pulled with such force that my hips elevated off the mat by the force. I struggled in vain, but it was too late. The ripping of thread and fabric reverberated throughout the mat room as Jesse shredded my jock to tatters and loose fibers around my waist. My hard cock and balls were exposed and dangling. Jesse tossed the remnants of my jockstrap to the side of the mat.
There was no taunting or laughing coming from Jesse at all, now. You may expect this treatment from a tormenting bully or a teammate as a locker room prank, but Jesse was more like a rabid animal right now, and I was his prey. Humiliation was part of his strategy to break me and beat me. He was being competitive in a high-stakes situation.
I was naked and humiliated but had to keep fighting.
I sat up, my legs kicking, trying to get the shreds off my ankles. Jesse grabbed my head and yanked me forward off balance again, to all fours. He held my head as I tried to stand, tucking it between his thighs and straddling the back of my head. I grasped the back of his thighs for support and tried to flip him off my back, but the wall was directly behind me. I felt him bend over, his chest pressed to my back, pressing his weight on me.
Jesse snagged my head in a front headlock, wrapping his forearm around my throat. I started to gasp and gag. This was an illegal choke in my sport, but Jesse clearly established that there were no rules. I rolled, both of our bodies rolling off the mat to the concrete sidelines. I scrambled to my feet, but Jesse held on to my head and fell back hard, spiking my head to the concrete floor!
I saw stars immediately from the concussing blow to my head. The room started to spin as I lay on the cold floor.
He pushed me over, rolling my body back onto the mat. He muscled me to my back. He took a side mount, performing a lateral press, pushing his chest on top of mine. He gingerly grabbed my far-left leg and hooked it. Matt dropped beside us and began to count, slapping the mat...
1
2
NO!
I managed to kick out and raise my shoulder off the mat, rolling to my belly before Matt counted to three.
“FUCK! Still got some fight, bitch boi? Good, cause we...were just getting warmed up, right boys?!” Jesse said with some redneck gusto, slapping his hands with imaginary dust.
I laid on the mat still stunned and hurt, trying to stop the room from spinning. Jesse could sense I was not getting up any time soon after he dropped my head on the concrete floor. Jesse got up and went to Frank as he filmed us with his video camera. Jesse grabbed the duffle bag off Frank's shoulder and unzipped it, reaching in. I had no idea what Jesse was about to do.
Jesse pulled out a roll of duct tape from the bag and a hand-held device of some sort. Jesse looked into the camera smiling and flexing before turning his attention back to me. Jesse dropped a hard knee into my lower back and held me down on the mat as he wrestled my wrists behind my back and began to wrap the tape around my wrists.
"Fucking cheater" I grunted as Jesse finished taping my hands behind my back.
"What do you mean, Mikey? There's no cheating if there's no rules! Remember, fucker!?" Jesse replied with a slap of my bare ass. Jesse ripped the end of the duct tape with his teeth as he finished binding my hands behind my back.
I started to get my head straight. The room stopped spinning, but I struggled to get my wrists free. Jesse had bound them good. I could feel a knot growing on my forehead, and a trickle of blood from my nose started to drip on the mat in front of me. Jesse took great pleasure talking to the camera.
"God damn! Zoom in on that boy's ass! That is a NICE ASS, and soon, I'm gonna be fucking that ass! Right, Mikey? Oh yeah, that ass does NOT belong to Mike Wilson. THAT ASS… is MINE! But okay, enough about his ass? Look at me! Frank, zoom in on this chest, these abs. Now they USED TO BE covered in hair! Thick bushy hair! But you see, Mikey here told me that if I plan to be on the wrestling team... and I do... that wrestlers should be hairless. That's what you said, right Mikey?"
Jesse reached down on the mat and picked up a pair of electric clippers.
"Now, I know I'M READY for wrestling season. But Mike here... he isn't ready. So right here, right now, I'm doing you a favor, Mikey. I'm gonna shave off that ugly mop of hair on your head..."
Jesse kicked me hard in the ribs mid-sentence. Making me convulse on the mat and flip over to my back on the mat.
"UNGH! Fucking asshole!" I grunted out in pain.
Jesse grabbed me by the head and clicked on the clippers. The buzzing sound hummed through my head as Jesse put the clippers to my hair, shaving it off like a hot knife through butter. I struggled to move but Jesse's weight straddled my chest. Frank zoomed in close filming every bit of hair as it flew off. Jesse was humiliating me. My anger grew as I was helpless to stop him. My hair being shaved off my head in another show of dominance by Jesse.
Jesse ran the electric shaver over my head, mowing my head clean until he was happy with my head becoming a full buzz cut… like his. He finally let my head go, letting it fall back to the mat. I winced in pain, my face bright red from the strain of Jesse wrestling my head to his barbering. I felt the clippings of my own hair around me on the mat as Jesse inspected my head, running his hands through the stubble on my scalp now.
"...and would you look at that... Mikey's got a crotch full of hair. We’re gonna have to shave that too."
I had not shaved down below the belt in months. What the fuck was Jesse trying to do? He turned around, straddling my chest, his ass towards my face this time. My eyes widened as Jesse put the clippers to my crotch, grabbing a hold of my cock and started to shave my cock. The humming and vibrations of the clippers making my dick harder. Jesse ran the clippers around the base of my cock, my balls, until my crotch was left completely smooth.
"There we go! Now, you're completely smooth like me. Mikey, when I first saw your cock, and the reports and pictures from Matt, I had a suspicion that you had a bigger cock than me. So, now that both of us are shaved down, we can compare and end this debate. Bring that camera in close."
Jesse pulled his cock out of his jockstrap and slid up onto my hips. He pressed his hard dick to mine and stroked our cocks simultaneously. Matt came over and pored some lube onto both our cocks, and after a minute of stroking, he stopped.
"Now, clearly, Mikey boy, you have an impressively large cock. Not gonna lie. But since I was a hairy motherfucker before tonight, I guess the old saying is true, shaving your dick makes it look bigger. So, boys, now that we have a side-by-side comparison, would you agree that Jesse has the bigger dick? Or does Mike Wilson win that contest!"
"You're bigger for sure, Jesse,” Matt replied.
"Your cock's bigger for sure,” Frank said while getting a close-up with the camera on both our hard dicks.
"So now that that's cleared up, Mikey, and we both know now that I in fact have the bigger cock, you should have no issue being my bitch, right? And while we're at it...let's look at that hole that I'm gonna own." Jesse threw a hard kick to my ribs that smacked like a gunshot in the enclosed room. I cried out in agony and turned to my side. Jesse used his foot and pressed my body face down to the mat. "Mike, you got hair on this ass, too? How am I supposed to fuck such a hairy hole? So, we got to fix that right now! Matt get over here and help me shave this fuck boy's ass!"
Matt came over as Jesse drove his knee into my lower back. I struggled to get out but couldn't move with my arms securely bound behind my back. Matt kicked my legs apart and knelt in between my legs. Matt grabbed a hold of each of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, giving Jesse access to my entire ass crack and exposing my hole. Jesse slowly rubbed his fingers up and down my crack and hole. His fingers began to prod into teased into my tight button, listening to me grunt in frustration. Jesse spat directly onto my asshole before poking my ass with his fingers, getting pleasure out of my grunts of pain.
"I know you've been a winner all your life, Mikey! I'm a winner too, but there's a huge difference between you and me. The facts are...I don't know how to lose... and I know how to dominate!!! It's nothing personal, Mikey. This is just me dominating the shit fuck out of you. Welcome to my world!"
And with that, Jesse ran the clippers over my ass crack and over my asshole. The buzzing vibration of the clippers acted fast. My struggle was futile. Within moments, my ass had been completely mowed and made devoid of hair. I lay there helpless, humiliated as Jesse shaved my ass and teased my hole in front of everyone. Matt helped clear the hair off my skin, brushing my ass and crack. Jesse reinserted his finger back into my hole, making me yell out in pain as he prodded hard into my ass.
"Much better, boy! That hole has never been fucked before tonight, so I understand why you have never prepped that hole properly for my cock. Your initiation to the big dick club begins tonight, boi. It's my big dick fucking your hole!"
"You haven't pinned me yet, asshole! Fuck you!" I protested, still bound on the mat.
Jesse slammed an elbow into my spine. I howled in pain. Jesse got to his feet reaching through my legs and grabbing a hold of my nutsack. He squeezed them good, forcing me to squirm up to my knees. Jesse stuck his fingers into my nostrils and yanked back. I let out a scream of pain as he pulled me up to my knees. Jesse let go and walked around in front and brought up his foot. He stomped my chest with a hard heel!
OOF!!
I winced and turned my head, feeling as though my sternum had just caved in. Jesse grabbed my head and wrestled me up higher. He picked me up off the mat like a barbell, showing his power. He held me across his chest before powerslamming back down to the mat. My back and arms trapped underneath both of our weights crashing down on top! I began to cough.
The pain in my chest, and back and arms was paralyzing. Jesse's plan of dominance was being executed to perfection. It was something I didn't expect. It was something that I was clearly not prepared for. I laid on my back, breathing heavy, eyes blinking, sweat stinging my eyes as Jesse, once again, was flexing over me, his muscled body shining in a jockstrap... and me bound on the floor beaten, shaved, naked, humiliated, helpless and at his mercy to do whatever he wanted to me.