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The Exhibitionists Club Ch. 4 - Jack Part 2

Last chapter we saw Jack witness the preliminary wrestling match between his colleagues Daniel and Roderick, in which Daniel surprisingly came out the victor, but now before both of their cocks were put on display in front of the entire crowd. Now, Jack has to face his own boss, Henry in a strip wrestling match, can he emerge victorious and get through his initiation unscathed? Or will he end up a naked loser?...

Jack

I swallowed the growing pit in my throat as I followed Henry up on the stage, and as I did I took the chance to size my boss up. He wasn’t as tall as me, standing at 5’10 compared to my 6’2 but he was bulkier, his thighs and arm muscles far exceeded my own and from the stories I had heard around the office he knew how to use them. His casual clothes couldn’t hide his rather impressive glutes, either, and I couldn’t help but admire his toned and meaty globes attached to his backside. His graying dirty blonde hair was cut short, and had recently shaved his neat, handsome face, his piercing hazel eyes turned to look at me and flash a dazzling, knowing wink and a smile before taking the final steps up on stage.

I followed him up, the bright lights flooding my vision and making me temporarily squint as my eyes adjusted from the darkness of the crowd. Ian greeted us as he did Daniel and Rod, we introduced ourselves to him, afterwards he turned back to the crowd and said “There you have it gents, our next two volunteers! And may I say what hunks, am I right?” He said.

Many from the crowd voiced their agreement and I thought I heard one even say: “Tear his clothes off, blondie!” and I felt my face flush from heat as I knew who they were referring to.

“Let’s wait and see who rips off whose clothes first, shall we? Now, to repeat, there is no biting, kicking, or low blows to sensitive areas, either of you get caught doing this by me or security and we will remove you from the premises, right?” He said, matter of fact. Both me and Henry nodded our heads and Ian waved us down to the ring and we separated to take opposing spots with me on the left and Henry on the right.

“And remember! First one to lose all his clothes will lose the match, and you can either keep or return the loser's underwear, and with that, let’s get this show on the road!” Ian finished and me and Henry both took our socks and shoes off, taking our first careful steps inside the oil-slicked ring.

I was wearing casual navy blue shorts, a red shirt, and a red and black jockstrap underneath it all…I told myself that my opponent would be someone I could handle enough that I wouldn’t lose more than my shirt. True enough, if anyone else BUT Henry had been chosen to wrestle me my victory was guaranteed, no doubt it's why he's my opponent.

Henry himself was wearing black cargo shorts and a black tank top, showing off his muscled arms which threatened to put me in a hold I’d never escape from if he managed it. We began sizing each other up in the precious few seconds we had before Ian started his countdown to begin. My best chance was to evade being grappled by his arms and focus on his legs which would slow him down. I’d go for his tank top first, the straps were an easy target that wouldn’t be an issue for me to simply rip off of him.

“1!” Ian shouted, his countdown had begun.

I spread my legs open and crouched, storing energy in my legs in case I got the opportunity to pounce and wrap my legs around him.

“2!”

Henry moved his arms up in a defensive position, which made me think he was either preparing for a straight up attack or was feinting and trying to catch me off-guard.

“3!”

The match had begun, and true enough he was feinting, because I didn’t move first, instead he lunged at me like lightning after the first few seconds had passed. My eyes widened and I moved to sidestep him but he reached his arm out which managed to grab right onto my left hand and he pulled me along with him.

I pried my hand from his grasp and moved before he could, he was against the edge of the ring and so I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked my arms underneath his and pulled upwards. Within the first minute I managed to get him firmly pinned.

“Fuck…your quicker than I thought” Henry said, his voice hoarse from the breath being knocked out of him.

“Maybe you're just getting slow, old man,” I said, my smile widening. I noticed my crotch was pressed into his lower back, right against his firm ass. As soon as I realized, I could feel my cock start to respond and I cursed myself silently as the more I restrained Henry the more his ass pressed upwards onto my crotch.

My bulge was growing as I could feel his glutes rubbing up against me, despite the layers of fabric in between. Henry tried to free an arm and I responded by lifting Henry up further which as soon as I did it, I knew it was a mistake.

I landed his backside right in the middle of my crotch, my shaft was even rising in a way that nestled itself between his cheeks and at the contact I couldn’t help but bite my lip and said “Fucckkkk” under my breath.

Henry, damn him, heard me and even from this angle I saw a smile split his face. “What’s the matter, tough guy? Is all this muscle too much for you? Or are you just happy to see me” He said and I could tell he had noticed something poking at his ass and my expression of arousal had only confirmed his suspicions.

I didn’t answer, but even while restrained he could still slightly move and so he took it upon himself to sway his ass from side to side, effectively grinding his ass against my quickly growing cock.

I sucked in a breath as the contact only made my cock grow to full mast inside my shorts and jockstrap. I felt my head swirl with lust as I wanted to completely tear off Henry’s clothes and bend him over and fuck him senseless but I had to focus, I had to keep him pinned so I could rip off his tank top. I managed to clear my head at least for a moment so I had to act fast because as soon as one of his arms was free it would only be a few seconds before he broke away completely.

As Henry continued grinding against me, I counted down internally and as soon as I hit 5 I once again lifted Henry up, bending his back and while he was distracted I let go of his left arm and immediately grabbed ahold of the left strap of his tank top and Henry was beginning to realize what I was doing.

I tightened my grip, released my legs around his waist, and whilst pushing my legs away while still holding onto his left strap…

RIIIIIIPPPPPP

I lunged away but half his tank top came with me, the rest was in shreds around him and was now stripped to his waist, and the crowd cheered as I lifted up the garment in a momentary victory and threw it into the crowd. Henry turned to face me, now bare-chested and as I always suspected was quite hairy but still very well built and stocky. His torso was already beginning to glisten from the oil, because as soon as I had jumped away he had landed on the ground, and it only accentuated his large male pecs which rippled with muscle as he instinctively flexed them as he ripped away the remaining shreds of his shirt.

The movement stirred something in me, his large dominating figure awakened something primal, and I felt an equal urge to both break and bend his ass over for me…and for him to utterly pound me into submission. My cock twitched in response as it continued to throb, still imprisoned within my jockstrap.

“I see you haven’t lost your edge, it’s too bad though…playtime’s over” Henry said, his eyes locked onto mine and the look in them sent a tingle down my spine, and a chilling dread in the pit of my stomach. His expression wasn’t one of rage or amusement like it was before, no, his face was stone-cold and determined, and it both frightened and turned me on at the same time.

He readied himself, arms up in defense and I matched his movements in quick succession. We then circled one another as we slowly traversed the floor of the ring on our knees, each waiting for a sign of weakness, and it wasn’t until someone in the crowd nearby coughed that Henry made his move.

He lunged forward and so did I, and our palms slammed into each other, the force of which had me slide backwards a few feet. This didn’t deter me as I knew my next target was his shorts, and I briefly glanced down at them until my eyes locked right onto his crotch…

He had a full on bulge going on, and judging from the size of the tent he was pitching down there, the old man had nothing to be ashamed of unlike poor Rod.

I had to force myself to look away and locked eyes on Henry’s again, who noticed where my eyes had gone but his expression hadn’t changed, he still looked like he was equally ready to end me as much as strip me naked.

Our arms were locked in a struggle, and I was holding my own for the moment but I could already feel the strain on my arms weakening my resistance against the slow push of his arms against mine. I tried to push back in a vain attempt to knock him off his balance and I did succeed in sliding him back a bit, however Henry just smiled, a cold, wicked smile and said “it’s cute how you think this is my full strength, time to show you how it’s done”.

He breathed in deeply and his arm muscles rippled and he pushed with much more force this time, and my arms, already strained, couldn't keep up and I lost my grip. Henry seized the advantage and lunged forward and I was too slow to react to try and evade him. With one arm he bound mine behind my back and slammed me down on the ground with my arms pinned underneath me. He used his right arm to hold my torso in place while his legs held down my own.

He didn’t waste any time gloating or taunting, no he went straight for my throat with his free left hand and gripped the collar of my shirt tightly in his fist. He leaned down towards my ear and without warning he softly licked my earlobe which, despite myself I whimpered and felt my body tingle as he did so. My face flooded with heat as he said “you have no idea how bad you're gonna get it, this is just the start” and with a growl in his throat he tightened his grip on my shirt…and pulled.

RIPPPPP

He completely tore off my shirt, leaving my furry but stocky and well-built chest exposed. The crowd was loving it, they watched Henry completely turn the tables on me and had me firmly pinned, there wasn’t anything I could do to escape unless he wanted me to. Suddenly, he gave both my nipples a twist which made me suddenly gasp and say “Ahhh…fuckkk” I said.

My cock throbbed inside my shorts and Henry noticed the tent in my pants suddenly lurch upward. His grin grew even wider now, and he twisted my nipples again, and again. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning, instead I put every ounce of energy into looking for an opportunity to escape. However, my hopes were in vain as he twisted my nipples one last time, and harder too, I couldn’t help but let out a soft “Mmmmm”

While I was distracted, Henry suddenly stepped off me and before I could react he flipped me over onto my stomach and quickly put down my flailing legs and held my arms down with his right. Henry didn’t waste any time in giving my ass a quick slip before saying “time to lose the shorts” he said out loud.

Some in the crowd had heard him and they began to chant the words “lose the shorts!” “lose the shorts!” “lose the shorts!” they said, each time more voices joined in. I couldn’t tell if our colleagues had joined in or not but soon enough their voices chanted in near unison for Henry to divest me of another piece of clothing.

After a few moments, Henry bowed to their wishes, because he kept my legs pinned down but used both of his arms and reached for the sides of my shorts. The soft contact of his hands against my bare skin at first made me gasp and my cock twitch slightly as it was pressed against the floor. He slowly started to lower my shorts, and I could feel the cold air against my lower half as he did so and my cheeks flooded with shame as I felt the top of my ass being exposed.

“Wow! We got another jockstrap here!”

“What a pale butt, he needs to tan more”

“Smack his bare ass!”

As he exposed the top half of my bare butt, Henry did just that and I felt his hand smack against me, the sting made my eyes water a bit and strangely my cock throbbed even harder inside the pouch of my jockstrap. After that, however, Henry lifted himself off me and quickly slid my shorts down and off of my legs, throwing them into the crowd which left me in nothing but my jock, and people quickly noticed my bulge as I flipped upwards to face him.

Before Henry could prepare another attack, I recklessly tackled him to the ground, and the crowd lost it as we each rolled over, our bodies becoming ever more slick with sweat and oil as they collided with both the floor and each other. Henry was caught off guard and I used it to my advantage as we wrestled across the ring, and despite my frantic, energetic attempts to reach them his powerful arms constantly blocked any attempt at grabbing for his shorts.

At one point he wrapped his arms around my stomach and lifted me upwards, holding my body against him, and this time, as I did at the start of our match, this time I could feel his bulge’s warmth against my ass and Henry growled in his throat as he thrust his hips upward, sliding his crotch against my exposed ass cheeks.

The red in my face returned as it felt so good to feel the warmth of his bulge thrusting against me and that strange desire to submit to him returned. I briefly imagined myself in his office, this time both of us naked and me bent over his desk, with him pounding away at me like the alpha male he was that was claiming what was his. My desire to strip away his shorts now intermingled with my lust for my own boss, which only made me want to slap myself for acting like an animal when I had a match to win.

I had to break away, but suddenly Henry’s hand reached underneath me, grazing my bare ass cheeks but reaching past to grab my aching cock through the jockstrap’s pouch and I audibly whimpered this time. Henry’s voice whispered in my ear “who knew that the big, tough, new guy Jack was secretly a slut that’s practically begging to take my cock” he said, chuckling softly and I felt my face flood with shame. He knew this was turning me on like hell, and had intuitively guessed at my lust for him. Even before today I caught a few glimpses now and then of his features, checking him out every time he flexed his muscles or bent over it would always catch my eye. But today was the first time I had ever felt anything so intense, especially with my growing desire to let him fuck my brains out, and the fact that he knew was just so embarrassing as I had always cultivated the ideal image of professionalism for myself, and with each time he massaged my bulge it made both my remaining dignity and self-control slip away ever further.

He continued to massage my boner through my jockstrap, and I knew that if I didn’t escape soon I might lose my only remaining piece of clothing or worse…shoot my load in front of everybody here. I couldn’t let that happen so with all my strength I pulled his left arm muscle which made Henry cry out in pain and I seized my chance to break free from his grip.

I turned around and lunged straight for his shorts, and I managed to grab a hold of his sides but the oil made my grip loose, which made it easy for him to quickly side step me. I wasn’t letting him off easy, so I followed and tumbled with him, his arms again kept trying to hold mine down and overpower me, but I adopted a strategy of swatting his hands away whenever he tried, and my legs were just as powerful as his, indeed mine had the edge in terms of energy and training as his leg strength gave out way faster than mine did.

His deeply-tanned torso was shining thanks to the oil, which some people continue to pour more into the ring to keep things from drying out. My own torso, much paler than Henry's, was glistening with sweat and oil, which made our grips and grabs flimsier and our bodies easily slid along anothers.

The crowd was enraptured not only by our determination but also the sexually charged tension between us. Henry had sensed my lust but I was beginning to sense something else from him too, it was one thing to tease and taunt your opponent, however it was another to grab his hard-on and thrust your bulge in between his bare ass cheeks.

My suspicions were confirmed when I made the mistake of trying to use the floor to slide away from his lunge and latched himself onto my shoulders, he quickly climbed over my body and used his own full body weight to hold me down on the ground, pinned beneath him. I felt it again as he did so, however, the same euphoric warmth of his bulge had nestled itself right along my ass crack. Because of this, I had a rough idea of how big he was and if I was right…he had at least 7 inches on him which I knew could utterly destroy me if he ever did pound me into submission like my cock was begging me to do.

Just then, however, I felt him thrust once, twice, three times, until he was outright humping me. I bit my lip once again and felt my face turn a crimson red as Henry utterly humiliated me by asserting his dominance and manhandling me as if I were nothing. That strange, suppressed desire was starting to take hold of me again, and it took all of my self-control to keep myself from begging him to fuck me right there and then.

I knew I was defeated, however, there was no escape this time and all he needed to do was snap the waistband of my jockstrap and it would be over. It made my desire to submit all the stronger but I held onto my defiance even as my cock was leaking precum inside the pouch of my jockstrap.

Henry showed no signs of stopping, in fact his slow thrusts turned deeper, faster, more full of energy as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and his voice in my ear said “Saturday, 9:00 o’clock at night, my office, don’t be late” he said before kissing the side of my face and licking my earlobe once again which sent shivers down my spine, before retreating.

In my confusion I almost didn’t register him suddenly wrapping his hands around the sides of my jock, and I sank my head in defeat as I felt the fabric give way with a simple snap and I laid there as Henry stood up and raised his arms in victory. The crowd cheered, but some expressed their desire to see me stand up with him, including, I noticed, our colleagues who were standing right beside the edge of the ring now. I realized there was no point in trying to hide, but thankfully Henry extended a hand to me and helped lift me up onto my feet.

“Jesus! That thing is thick!”

“Wow, Can you believe he’s already leaking?”

“Fuck, I’d ride him till he shot!”

Were all shouts from guys in the crowd I could make out coherently, but most of them drooled at the sight of my fully hard, 5-inch long and thick cock. My pale face was beet red, and I sheepishly smiled and chuckled at the guys from the office who all sported wide, shit-eating grins and suffered from bouts of laughter.

Suddenly, Ian tapped on his mic and said “Well well, looks like our winner is Henry Knight, and sorry Jack Whittle, guess you can’t keep your underwear, however, before you leave we keep spare clothes for those who lose them, but feel free to stay as bare as you want,” he said and gave me a wink that only made me turn my head away in embarrassment.

“Alright folks, let’s get at least two more rounds here, come on, volunteers” Ian said as me and Henry stepped out of the ring, and the guys greeted us with, as I expected, laughter and teasing. I used my hands to cover myself until my boner went down though none of the guys let me off the hook for it.

“Alright fellas, a bet’s a bet, time to pay up” Henry said, and held out his hand, waiting.

The guys all lost their grins immediately and started pulling out their wallets. “Um, what’s going on?” I asked, and Henry looked at me, still bare-chested, and smiled and said “Oh right, well the guys here bet me you wouldn’t even be able to get a single piece of clothing off, but I had faith you’d put up a fight, and trust me…you did” he said as he gladly accepted cash from each of our colleagues, all except for Daniel who stood off to the side, seems he hadn't taken the bet.

I almost couldn’t believe my ears, my mouth hung open, and I was about to lose my shit but suddenly I remembered the second part of my initiation bet…

“So….I lost, and I said I’d do one favor for you guys if I did, so…what is it?” I said.

Henry glanced at the guys, whose knowing smiles returned but they said nothing. Henry spoke up and said “come into work tomorrow and find out” he said, winking and that’s all he would say about it for the rest of the night. We decided to stay and watch the other two matches, one was a Latino man that looked like he was a professional marathon runner, the other was a young blonde that didn’t stand a chance and got stripped fully naked within 5 minutes. The second match was a lot closer, it was between that one hottie I saw before, Sebastian, and some other student I had seen on campus, some red-haired jock that talked a lot of shit. Sebastian managed to put him in his place, stripping his arrogant opponent naked but not before he lost his own shirt and pants. Ian called it a night after that, I made sure to grab a change of clothes from security, which were unfortunately too small but…it was better than walking out naked.

"See you at work tomorrow, sexy" Henry whispered in my ear as he walked by and towards the main doors. I couldn't help but shiver in pleasure as he did so, and despite myself...I couldn't wait for Saturday night, and judging by the growing bulge in my new pants...my cock agreed.

Next day at work

I arrived at my usual time, and everything seemed normal at first until I had put my change of clothes inside my locker and walked out into the main office to see all the guys standing there, including Henry, waiting for me.

“Uh…what’s up guys?” I asked, nervously.

Henry stepped up and said “Well, you wanted to know what your forfeit was for losing the match, and we decided that if you lost…you have to stay naked at the office for a whole week” he said, and some of the guys snickered.

My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks blooming with heat as I panicked and said “What?! I’d never have agreed to-t-to this if I’d known this was my forfeit!” I said, my face now crimson red.

“That’s the point, you wouldn’t have, so we had to keep it vague, but you knew that we could have demanded anything when you agreed to the terms, it’s not our fault you failed to consider this possibility, so step up and take your punishment. Strip,” Henry said, that cold and serious look on his face again.

I hesitated, I began to think of what Henry had said last night right before he stripped my jockstrap away, and despite how mad and humiliated I felt…I already knew I was going to do exactly what he told me, and my cock began to rise at the thought of what he planned for me. I knew that there was no point in arguing, if I didn’t, they would strip me themselves, so…I began to remove my clothes.

The guys watched me like vultures as I stripped, first came my socks and shoes, which I left in front of me, then came my shirt which I slowly unbuttoned and I let fall onto the floor, next came my pants which quickly joined my shirt. That left me in nothing but my boxer briefs, and the guys all nodded their approval, including Henry, who watched me ravenously as I slowly pulled off my last piece of clothing and left them in a pile with my other clothes, leaving me totally naked.

Daniel, with a nod from Henry came over and quickly gathered up my clothes and walked off, which left me no choice but to stay naked. I used my hands to cover up and I hung my head in shame as I asked “Do I have to leave the office naked every night for the rest of the week?”

“No, you can get dressed in your change of clothes once you leave work every night, but not before then, oh and don’t worry I’ve changed the schedule, you're on office duty for the next week, so you better get busy naked boy” Henry said, winking at me before walking off.

The guys then walked over and started chatting with me, a bunch of them said they thought I had balls of steel to go up against the boss like that, while others asked if they could have another “look” but I told them to fuck off which thankfully they did. Through all of it, my hands covered what was left of my modesty and dignity. I thought I had found a way to make my initiation as least humiliating as possible…instead I managed to make it possibly the most any guy has ever had to endure.

As I walked past the guys who began to resume their work duties, I felt a stray hand slap my bare ass cheek as I walked by. I glared at them but they only grinned at me in return. They all talked among themselves and as I made my way to the reception desk, where the main desk worker was posted during the day, I thought again of what Henry said but also of how I had to stay naked for the entire week.

If they caught me trying to wear clothes at all they’d just strip me naked again, or worse punish me for disobeying…no, they were right, it was my idea and I agreed to their terms, better I just suck it up and deal with it…

What the guys didn’t know, or see, except maybe Henry, was that as I stripped away my underwear and stood naked in front of them, my cock rose to full mast and still hadn’t gone down. Thankfully I was able to tuck it between my legs and used my hands to cover it, though it made walking awkward. Still, the combination of confusion, embarrassment, and arousal only made things so unclear. One thing remained constant, however, and that was that no matter what, I was going to be in Henry’s office, at 9 o'clock ...on the dot.

End of Chapter.

Author’s Note:

Thank you guys for reading another chapter of this series! I know it’s been a while since my last post but don’t worry I haven’t forgotten you, I’m unsure which character to focus on next, please feel free to suggest any of the ones I’ve introduced so far or someone you’ve been wanting to see from the main cast list! Until next time, I’m always here and I hope you enjoyed ;)

These are my two main choices for the next character chapter, but again feel free to suggest otherwise!

Time for a blast from the past, either:

1.) Professor Ethan from The Professor's Anatomy.

2.) Thomas from Thomas' Misadventures

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Wrestling Revenge

As promised, here’s a commission I finished last week that I was kindly allowed to share. This is the story of a beefy ex-wrestler called Theo who gets called to participate in a re-match with a guy he fought at High School. As you’d expect, things don’t go as planned . . . I hope you all enjoy this one-off and feedback is welcome, as always!

Theodore Walsh was a tank. There was no other way to describe him. Since his wrestling days at high school and college, Theo had only gotten bigger and to say he was intimidating was an understatement.

At 6’3, he had huge shoulders, a massive furry barrelled chest, thick arms, and thighs like tree trunks. His chest was a little softer than it had been at college and his stomach was definitely a bit fuller than his wrestling days, but his arms and legs were still thick, solid muscle.

Theo had a thick jaw to match the rest of his body, which looked even bigger behind his auburn beard. His hair was buzzed on the sides and the top was a mess of auburn curls.

As he lounged on the sofa one Thursday morning, Theo got a text.

You probably don’t remember me, but we were at high school together. I wondered if you still wrestled and if you’d be up for a rematch? There’s a charity thing at a bar in the city on Saturday night and I’ve signed us up . . . just in case. Let me know! Miguel

Another message immediately followed with details of time and location.

Theo scratched his furry chest as he tried to remember who the hell Miguel was. He’d fought more guys in high school and college than he could count, and he’d never lost a match. It was more than likely that someone he’d defeated in a match wanted another shot. It had certainly happened before.

Granted, Theo hadn’t wrestled for a couple of years, but he was more than eager to pull his college wrestling suit out of retirement and give the guy a rematch.

I’m down! Game on bud!

Theo put his phone down and scratched his balls, which immediately made his cock pulse. He’d been taking part in No Nut November, and it was the 27th. He’d never been so horny in his life and was getting hard at the slightest thought or touch.

But he had other things to focus on. He had a match to prep for!

Thursday and Friday passed quickly and before Theo knew it, he was throwing his wrestling singlet into his bag and heading to the bar.

He had to admit that he was excited to wrestle again. It had been way too long since he’d humiliated a guy by pinning him in mere minutes and making him beg. Sure, he wasn’t in shape like he was college, but he was still insanely strong, and his mass alone would make pinning a guy to the mat incredibly easy.

After Theo had parked and headed down the street, he looked up to find a bar called “The Fire Hose”. The bar was a gay bar, which Theo wasn’t overly comfortable with but he’d definitely give the guys a show. He’d always found plenty of people screaming about how hot he was in his wrestling singlet. As much as he’d have preferred some hot girls in the audience, a match was a match.

“Ooo, I didn’t realise it was burly bear night,” the guy behind the bar said as Theo finally made his way to the front.

“I’m here for the wrestling match,’ Theo said with his rumbling voice.

The guy’s eyes lit up. ‘Oh, so you’re Theo! Go through that door at the end of the room and someone will show you where to change.”

Theo pushed his way through the tight knit crowd of sweaty guys, ignoring the odd grope of his bicep or his butt.

“You must be the wrestler guy.”

Theo turned around to come face to face with a heavily made-up drag queen with a massive blonde wig. “Woah!”

‘Oh honey, I get that a lot. I’m Miss Hose. You’re through here.”

Theo followed Miss Hose into a small room with a little desk that was covered in make-up and a vanity mirror. There was a tiny sink, an old-fashioned screen and bottle of vodka and that was it.

“So, I just change here?’ Theo asked.

Miss Hose laughed. “It’s not the Plaza, but what do you expect in a dive bar like this. Change here and I’ll introduce the match in ten.”

Theo stepped behind the screen, dropped his bag, and pulled off his sweater to reveal his thick furry chest and his massive arms. “Are you trying to watch?”

“You can’t blame a girl for wanting to see the view! Feel free to keep going whilst I finish my mug.”

Theo shrugged and kicked off his trainers, before glancing behind him to make sure Miss Hose was occupied before he undid his belt and pushed his jeans to ankles.

“So, what exactly did you do to Miguel to warrant this wrestling match?”

“I don’t remember who Miguel is. I just like to wrestle.”

Miss Hose howled with laughter. “Hold up! You’ve come to a gay bar to take part in a wrestling match with a guy you don’t even remember? Do you even know what Miguel looks like?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Theo grunted as he yanked on a very snug jockstrap that had seen better days. The straps dug sharply into his furry cheeks and the pouch felt like a prison. Even adjusting his bulge felt like masturbating after so long and he immediately let go when he felt himself chub up.

Theo ignored Miss Hose as she kept talking. He grabbed his singlet and stepped into the old faithful, shiny red lycra. It seemed like only yesterday that he was pulling it on for his senior year championship match, but aside from the years that had passed, there was another significant difference.

The singlet didn’t come close to fitting like it used to.

The seams around his thighs were stretched to the limits and he barely managed to get the singlet over his bubble butt, not to mention over his gut before finally stretching the straps on to his shoulders, which were significantly more muscled than they were at college.

Theo pushed his feet into his trainers and was very conscious of how the singlet was riding up his butt. He stepped out from behind the screen and was stunned to see just how tight the singlet was in the mirror.

“Well slip me a pill, slap me around and call me Betty! Are you sure you wanna wear that in a gay bar sugar?”

Theo gulped as he saw the thin lycra stretched ridiculously tight across his bulky body. “I guess so. I wanna wrestle, so . . .”

‘Okay but be warned – you will get mobbed looking like that.”

Theo tilted his head to the side like a big, confused puppy. “Why?”

The drag queen laughed and shook her head. “You’ll see! Wait here and I’ll call you out.”

Theo nodded and once he was alone, he tried to pull the lycra free from his furry butt crack. He stretched out his arms and his legs as he waited to be called and after a few minutes, he heard Miss Hose’s voice over a microphone.

“And our competitor for tonight . . . give a Fire Hose welcome to . . . THEO!”

Theo pushed open the door and was met with the sight of hundreds of guys packed together. They cheered and wolf whistled as he pushed his way through the crowd towards a spotlight and the drag queen. He felt people touch his arms, his chest and even his butt. Theo wasn’t fazed by that sort of attention, but given his horny state, it certainly wasn’t helping him keep his attention off of his dick.

It was as he got into the open space with a wrestling mat that he saw the guy that must be Miguel. He was absolutely huge! A tower of thick muscle and handsome features in a black singlet. He was taller than Theo by a good 4 inches and was probably wider in the shoulders, not to mention much trimmer in the waist.

As hard as he tried, Theo couldn’t ever remember wrestling Miguel. He’d have definitely remembered a match with someone so much bigger than him.

“Competitors to the mat,” Miss Hose yelled into the mic. “Take the neutral position.”

“Hey Miguel,” Theo said as he took his position.

Miguel raised his eyebrows. “You don’t remember me at all, do you?”

Theo shook his head. ‘Sorry man. I don’t. I wrestled a lot of guys in high school and college.”

“How many of those guys did you leave sobbing on the mat after you ripped their singlets off and exposed their tighty whities to the whole school?”

Theo had a sudden flashback to senior year at high school. A tall, lanky junior had been his opponent and he wanted to show the idiot why he was the best. He’d destroyed the kid before ripping his singlet open and walking off. He hadn’t paid attention to what he was wearing until he’d seen the pics online after.

“But you were so skinny and that was high school,’ Theo rumbled dumbly.

“I’m not now. Game on!”

Theo suddenly realised what a bad idea this match was. Miguel could destroy him in seconds. What had he been thinking just turning up to a random fight?

Miss Hose blew a whistle and Miguel immediately slammed into him; their shoulders locked together.

“Is the see-through singlet intentional?” Miguel whispered in his ear.

Theo looked down and was shocked to see that the bright lights on the mat had made his threadbare singlet practically transparent. He could see the fur on his stomach, not to mention the straps of his jock.

Before Theo could open his mouth to respond, Miguel spun to the side and wrapped one of his huge muscular arms around Theo’s thick neck putting him in a head lock.

“I really hope that jock’s clean,’ Miguel said into his ear as people whistled and cheered.

Theo didn’t have a chance to ask Miguel why when he felt Miguel’s free hand suddenly grab the back of his singlet and pull. The overstretched material took barely any additional strain to rip and within seconds, the lycra split down Theo’s back, stopping just below the waistband of his jock so that his furry crack was on show.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Theo yelped trying to break the head lock.

Miguel released the head lock and shoved Theo backwards on to the mat. Theo felt his singlet rip further as his cheeks connected with the mat.

In his seated position, Theo was suddenly conscious that the exposure and the adrenaline were having a completely undesired effect on his dick, which was starting to harden in his worn jock.

“Check out that hairy butt!”

“Yas Daddy!”

“Take it all off stud!”

The yells weren’t helping Theo’s dick and his lack of attention meant that Miguel had no problem coming behind him and putting him into a rear chin lock that made him yelp.

As Theo tried to get Miguel off of him, his cock reached full mast and he shifted even more on the mat. The jock was tight before and it was nearly unbearable now.

With Theo distracted, Miguel released one of his hands to rip the front of Theo’s singlet which tore down the chest and stomach like a hot knife through butter.

“Dude! Lay off the singlet!” Theo yelled.

Aside from it being his favourite college singlet, Theo was now very conscious that his bulging jock would be even more on show.

Miguel laughed. “Dude, are you getting off on this?”

“No! I don’t do guys. I just . . . I’ve been doing No-Nut November and I’m really . . .”

Miguel laughed even harder and released the chin lock. “Oh, this just got even better!”

Theo jumped to his feet ready to defend himself and preserve some dignity, but as he stood to his full height, the remains of his singlet floated to the floor, leaving him stood in nothing but his sweaty jock and his trainers and socks.

The cheers were deafening as Miguel bounced behind Theo and clamped his arms around his torso. The rear bear hug hurt like hell, but what was worse was that Theo’s front was completely exposed to the bar. His cock was now pulsing inside the tight jock, and he could feel the head pressing against the waistband trying to lengthen out.

“I think we need a little more exposure,” Miguel yelled behind him.

“No, wait, please,” Theo whimpered as he tried to shake Miguel off.

Miguel released one hand, grabbed the waistband of Theo’s jock and yanked it as hard as he could. The old elastic snapped with a loud twang and came free in Miguel’s hand.

Theo’s cock sprang free and slapped against his gut, the head shiny with precum.

The guys in the bar went crazy seeing the two hulks fighting and now that one of them was butt naked, they could barely contain themselves.

Theo was in a frenzy. He’d never been owned on the mat by anyone, and as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, he was naked and his cock was ready to explode.

“Miguel, let me go now bud. You win alright,’ Theo begged.

“No chance. This is way too much fun. You might not be into guys, but I am.”

Theo wriggled even harder, but Miguel slammed him forward on to the mat, his dick driving against the rubber. Miguel sat on his back and locked his thighs so that Theo couldn’t move his arms.

Precum leaked from Theo’s dick on to the mat and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his dick against it as he tried to get free from Miguel. Unfortunately, after nearly a month of not jerking off, Theo was in ecstasy and was moaning against the mat as his cock slid back and forth.

“Fuck dude, are you humping the mat?” Miguel asked as he felt Theo bucking.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Theo couldn’t control himself as he felt his balls tighten and the best orgasm of his life exploded out of him. Miguel jumped off of him and spun Theo over just in time for the first shot of cum to land on his furry chest.

The crowd screamed and laughed as Theo painted his chest, chin, and stomach in cum.

“Well boys, I think everyone is a winner tonight. Give it up for Miguel and our explosive guest, Theo!”

Theo barely heard what the drag queen said as he climbed to his feet and pushed his way to the dressing room. Cum was drying all over his body as guys groped and stroked him, but all Theo could think about was how he wanted it to happen all over again.

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