[Fantasy]
It's been three hours of devastating gut punches, agonizing submission holds, and brutal slams. Finally he has me pinned against the wall, my knees barely able to keep me vertical. His powerful arms have my arms pinned above my head, one knee pressed against the wall dangerously close to my brutalized groin. A wicked smile crosses his lips.
He knows I cant go another round. My tank emptied 45 minutes ago and he's just been toying with me ever since.
"You ready" his tone not a question, but an assertion.
A fast uppercut to my battered abdomen doubles me over. My head finds the mat, assisted from behind by his powerful hand. The pressure of his weight keeps the disorientation constant as his other hand expertly removes the remnants of my wrestling trunks.
Before I can even muster a paltry defense against his assault, one arm wraps under my arm, the other around my throat.
Rolled over.
Locked in.
My prone body forced on top of his chiseled, powerful body as he applies the pressure against the side of my neck. My hands claw feebly at his sinuous forearms as his biceps flex. The smells of sweat, musk, and aggression fill my nostrils. His hard member pressing up between my cheeks.
"Don't worry," his whispers rasp in my ears as I feel his head press against my hole like a sword about to enter a sheath.
The pressure comes from both ends at once.
"By the time you wake up, you'll already be broken in..."
Lankywinner (8)
13 days agoThat is beautifully written, Thunder. True poetry in prose, S/M style. Would sure like to read more of your work! - Newton/Lankywinner
Thunder82 (0)
13 days ago[Fantasy]
It's been three hours of devastating gut punches, agonizing submission holds, and brutal slams. Finally he has me pinned against the wall, my knees barely able to keep me vertical. His powerful arms have my arms pinned above my head, one knee pressed against the wall dangerously close to my brutalized groin. A wicked smile crosses his lips.
He knows I cant go another round. My tank emptied 45 minutes ago and he's just been toying with me ever since.
"You ready" his tone not a question, but an assertion.
A fast uppercut to my battered abdomen doubles me over. My head finds the mat, assisted from behind by his powerful hand. The pressure of his weight keeps the disorientation constant as his other hand expertly removes the remnants of my wrestling trunks.
Before I can even muster a paltry defense against his assault, one arm wraps under my arm, the other around my throat.
Rolled over.
Locked in.
My prone body forced on top of his chiseled, powerful body as he applies the pressure against the side of my neck. My hands claw feebly at his sinuous forearms as his biceps flex. The smells of sweat, musk, and aggression fill my nostrils. His hard member pressing up between my cheeks.
"Don't worry," his whispers rasp in my ears as I feel his head press against my hole like a sword about to enter a sheath.
The pressure comes from both ends at once.
"By the time you wake up, you'll already be broken in..."