The Latino took it easy on me for a few minutes and instructed me to worship
his body with my tongue. He wrapped his thick muscular arms about my upper body
and held me close to him while I lapped at his nipples. As my tongue traced wet
circles over his nipple, he grunted and sighed heavily.
"You're a tough fucker." he grunted
I glared up over his bulging pectorals. "You too."
I was hesitant to lavish the victor in praise. As a dominant I make a point of having subs praise me near incessantly. Being constantly in the position to value someone without receiving compliments in return weakens one's position with the person you're praising. The more you concede the easier it is to concede more. Whether or not I have lost the fight, I'm still a dominant and he won't turn me into a mewling sub just by wrestling me down...
"I enjoyed that fight, you can really throw your weight around and you nearly got out of my grip on several occasions. How long have you been fighting for?" he asks as his biceps wrap about my head pressing my face against his nipples harder as I use the edges of my teeth lightly.
Some guys are super sensitive, he was not. he seemed to enjoy the rough attention. I didn't appreciate the half-hearted attempt to crush my skull but didn't dare brush him off or I'd risk being made unconscious and waking up to something less gentle.
"That was my first fight actually." I said. "You didn't seem as tough online as you turned out to be in person."
That made him smile quite broadly. "I liked fighting you. You have a lot of strength and spirit when you fight. What do you say to best two out of three?" he presses my head down to his crotch and rubs his dick in my face through the lycra. "Get it wet puta."
I drag my tongue wetly across the surface and consider his proposition. You know that smell that men have when they haven't showered for about 6 hours? The smell of balls churning out inside? That's precisely what his lycra jock tasted like. And whether I'm his "puta" or not... I really enjoyed that taste and savored it. I'm not even remotely ashamed to point out that I would salivate, let it soak in, and then draw the liquid back out of his jock and let it rest on my tongue. After a minute I said, "Fine best of three."
"I said best two out of three little puta. Are you hard of hearing?" he growled grinning widely. At the time I have to admit I didn't know what puta meant. I knew it wasn't flattering, but I took German in high school. I wish I'd taken Spanish instead, that ended up being way more useful. Regardless, I found the insult somehow a bit more stinging. I kept all my jabs in English and he knew full well what I was saying but somehow not knowing an appropriate retort was pissing me off. "I refuse to fight you again unless I get two chances to take you down fucker. Did victory make you into a content pussy?" I whispered, mustering my best intimidating glare.
He simply laughed. "Not in the slightest. I wanted to be sure that when you almost passed out that I didn't kill your fighting spirit. No point in going again if you aren't going to give me a challenge. Hold it there. I want you to rest a little bit before we continue fighting and I'm nowhere near done appreciating the spoils of my victory."
He pulls me off his cock and I displayed disappointment on my face until I realize it's showing and glare at him. It's too late though. "Can't get enough of my cock huh? You haven't even tasted that flesh. If you win a round I'll let you taste it." he gives me a throaty chuckle. I turn away for a moment annoyed to have given him the upper hand. His right arm snaps out and grabs the back of my head firmly smashing it into his chest. I struggle but with one hand he holds my head in place.
"Before we start, you're going to lick every drop of sweat off my chest. I suggest big broad paths instead of those little clitoral flicks you've been doing with your tongue. If you think that I'm going to get off to that shit you'll be here all night. START!" he jams my face in so hard I hear a slight crack in my nose and I stick out my tongue. I lick from his hips all the way up just short of his pits. I do these broad licks from the hips to the collar bones all the way across his body. No inch left unlicked. The sweaty tang really was intoxicating. As high as I was getting off the taste, I was clearly having an effect back. I could feel his skin shiver as I passed over it and muscles contract just underneath the surface. His grip on the back of my head tightens. I immediately stop licking and bite down on his left pectoral. He stops increasing pressure and utters a deep moan. I maintain my pressure and he grips a little harder. I bite harder again in response. This time he smacks my head. I let go but pull back and glare at him again.
"You're itching for this fight as much as I am aren't you?" he growls. "I hope you're ready. You need a win if you expect to have a chance of having me serve you."
"Bring it cunt." I snap back. He and I circle each other again. "I know your tricks now, and I know how to throw my weight around. I don't see you winning this fight." I snarl.
He reaches out with both hands and grabs the back of my neck pulling my head to meet his gently. He looks me dead in the eyes. "I love taking cocky fuckers like you down. There's no end to your ego is there?" he says his stare never breaking. "Absolutely not. If you didn't think I could back it up we wouldn't be about to do this twice. I know all the same mind games you do." I whisper back with a toothy grin. "It's no game puta. I could see the faggot in you surface as you worshiped me. I suggested the fight now before you lost your will to fight." My eyes narrowed. "I can enjoy it without losing an ounce of myself. Do you never taste your subs? I'm showing you how it's done cunt. I expect you to live up to my performance when you lose. You'll be my good little faggot soon."
For a moment I considered he might have a point. I pushed it out of my head. Physically, I pushed him. Hard. Harder than either of us expected. He flew back and stumbled landing roughly in that little arm chair hotels provide. He looks startled but I can get this fight off to a good start by taking advantage here. I rush forward and grab the arms of the chair and bring my knees up and spread them apart hitting him about nipple high and digging them in between him and the fabric attempting to lodge them in there and prevent him from getting the leverage he needs to throw me off. The impact causes him to exhale a bit. I immediately bring my jock up to his face and slam my face and raging cock into his nose and mouth. He's forced to exhale my scent this time and I use my arms to press his face into it deeper. His open mouth is stuffed with my cock mid-breath and his nose is jammed into my belly. I can see a moment of panic come across his face as his breath drew short. He is attempting to breathe around my belly through his nose. "Ha," I thought "let's see how you deal with being nearly choked out."
Crap. By jamming his face into my crotch I shifted my center of gravity and I wasn't pinning him as hard as I needed to. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and actually lifts me up and pushes me away. As I lose my balance he falls with me and we both travel a short distance landing on the bed. I claw and struggle to get out of that grip but he's just managing to hold it. I pound with my fists on his sides, but he continues to keep a secure grip on me. I summon all my strength and really start slamming my fists into his sides. I hear wet thuds echo as my fists rain down on his sweating flesh.
Just what I needed. He loosens his grip on my lower body for a split second. I try to unfold my legs pushing up and away from him and grab the bed trying to pull myself free. It was a trap. As soon as he lets my legs uncurl he uses my own momentum to twirl me about. I'm suddenly face down on the bed and his arm is around my neck again. He doesn't hesitate to really apply force. My temples and features bulge with his effort. He happened to catch me in this grip just after I'd exhaled. "Surrender." he hisses. I have no oxygen in my lungs. I can't speak, I can't surrender. I weakly tug at his arm but his left arm is being used as leverage to apply the force.
My mind is already fading and I feel more pressure being applied. Colors start to grey and I feel warmth spread across me...
To be continued in the final part. Part 3.
"You're a tough fucker." he grunted
I glared up over his bulging pectorals. "You too."
I was hesitant to lavish the victor in praise. As a dominant I make a point of having subs praise me near incessantly. Being constantly in the position to value someone without receiving compliments in return weakens one's position with the person you're praising. The more you concede the easier it is to concede more. Whether or not I have lost the fight, I'm still a dominant and he won't turn me into a mewling sub just by wrestling me down...
"I enjoyed that fight, you can really throw your weight around and you nearly got out of my grip on several occasions. How long have you been fighting for?" he asks as his biceps wrap about my head pressing my face against his nipples harder as I use the edges of my teeth lightly.
Some guys are super sensitive, he was not. he seemed to enjoy the rough attention. I didn't appreciate the half-hearted attempt to crush my skull but didn't dare brush him off or I'd risk being made unconscious and waking up to something less gentle.
"That was my first fight actually." I said. "You didn't seem as tough online as you turned out to be in person."
That made him smile quite broadly. "I liked fighting you. You have a lot of strength and spirit when you fight. What do you say to best two out of three?" he presses my head down to his crotch and rubs his dick in my face through the lycra. "Get it wet puta."
I drag my tongue wetly across the surface and consider his proposition. You know that smell that men have when they haven't showered for about 6 hours? The smell of balls churning out inside? That's precisely what his lycra jock tasted like. And whether I'm his "puta" or not... I really enjoyed that taste and savored it. I'm not even remotely ashamed to point out that I would salivate, let it soak in, and then draw the liquid back out of his jock and let it rest on my tongue. After a minute I said, "Fine best of three."
"I said best two out of three little puta. Are you hard of hearing?" he growled grinning widely. At the time I have to admit I didn't know what puta meant. I knew it wasn't flattering, but I took German in high school. I wish I'd taken Spanish instead, that ended up being way more useful. Regardless, I found the insult somehow a bit more stinging. I kept all my jabs in English and he knew full well what I was saying but somehow not knowing an appropriate retort was pissing me off. "I refuse to fight you again unless I get two chances to take you down fucker. Did victory make you into a content pussy?" I whispered, mustering my best intimidating glare.
He simply laughed. "Not in the slightest. I wanted to be sure that when you almost passed out that I didn't kill your fighting spirit. No point in going again if you aren't going to give me a challenge. Hold it there. I want you to rest a little bit before we continue fighting and I'm nowhere near done appreciating the spoils of my victory."
He pulls me off his cock and I displayed disappointment on my face until I realize it's showing and glare at him. It's too late though. "Can't get enough of my cock huh? You haven't even tasted that flesh. If you win a round I'll let you taste it." he gives me a throaty chuckle. I turn away for a moment annoyed to have given him the upper hand. His right arm snaps out and grabs the back of my head firmly smashing it into his chest. I struggle but with one hand he holds my head in place.
"Before we start, you're going to lick every drop of sweat off my chest. I suggest big broad paths instead of those little clitoral flicks you've been doing with your tongue. If you think that I'm going to get off to that shit you'll be here all night. START!" he jams my face in so hard I hear a slight crack in my nose and I stick out my tongue. I lick from his hips all the way up just short of his pits. I do these broad licks from the hips to the collar bones all the way across his body. No inch left unlicked. The sweaty tang really was intoxicating. As high as I was getting off the taste, I was clearly having an effect back. I could feel his skin shiver as I passed over it and muscles contract just underneath the surface. His grip on the back of my head tightens. I immediately stop licking and bite down on his left pectoral. He stops increasing pressure and utters a deep moan. I maintain my pressure and he grips a little harder. I bite harder again in response. This time he smacks my head. I let go but pull back and glare at him again.
"You're itching for this fight as much as I am aren't you?" he growls. "I hope you're ready. You need a win if you expect to have a chance of having me serve you."
"Bring it cunt." I snap back. He and I circle each other again. "I know your tricks now, and I know how to throw my weight around. I don't see you winning this fight." I snarl.
He reaches out with both hands and grabs the back of my neck pulling my head to meet his gently. He looks me dead in the eyes. "I love taking cocky fuckers like you down. There's no end to your ego is there?" he says his stare never breaking. "Absolutely not. If you didn't think I could back it up we wouldn't be about to do this twice. I know all the same mind games you do." I whisper back with a toothy grin. "It's no game puta. I could see the faggot in you surface as you worshiped me. I suggested the fight now before you lost your will to fight." My eyes narrowed. "I can enjoy it without losing an ounce of myself. Do you never taste your subs? I'm showing you how it's done cunt. I expect you to live up to my performance when you lose. You'll be my good little faggot soon."
For a moment I considered he might have a point. I pushed it out of my head. Physically, I pushed him. Hard. Harder than either of us expected. He flew back and stumbled landing roughly in that little arm chair hotels provide. He looks startled but I can get this fight off to a good start by taking advantage here. I rush forward and grab the arms of the chair and bring my knees up and spread them apart hitting him about nipple high and digging them in between him and the fabric attempting to lodge them in there and prevent him from getting the leverage he needs to throw me off. The impact causes him to exhale a bit. I immediately bring my jock up to his face and slam my face and raging cock into his nose and mouth. He's forced to exhale my scent this time and I use my arms to press his face into it deeper. His open mouth is stuffed with my cock mid-breath and his nose is jammed into my belly. I can see a moment of panic come across his face as his breath drew short. He is attempting to breathe around my belly through his nose. "Ha," I thought "let's see how you deal with being nearly choked out."
Crap. By jamming his face into my crotch I shifted my center of gravity and I wasn't pinning him as hard as I needed to. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and actually lifts me up and pushes me away. As I lose my balance he falls with me and we both travel a short distance landing on the bed. I claw and struggle to get out of that grip but he's just managing to hold it. I pound with my fists on his sides, but he continues to keep a secure grip on me. I summon all my strength and really start slamming my fists into his sides. I hear wet thuds echo as my fists rain down on his sweating flesh.
Just what I needed. He loosens his grip on my lower body for a split second. I try to unfold my legs pushing up and away from him and grab the bed trying to pull myself free. It was a trap. As soon as he lets my legs uncurl he uses my own momentum to twirl me about. I'm suddenly face down on the bed and his arm is around my neck again. He doesn't hesitate to really apply force. My temples and features bulge with his effort. He happened to catch me in this grip just after I'd exhaled. "Surrender." he hisses. I have no oxygen in my lungs. I can't speak, I can't surrender. I weakly tug at his arm but his left arm is being used as leverage to apply the force.
My mind is already fading and I feel more pressure being applied. Colors start to grey and I feel warmth spread across me...
To be continued in the final part. Part 3.
