The fighter

 

When I sent him a complimentfor his profile I didn't expect to get a response back. The guy was 'crazy hot', muscular, smooth tanned skin, masculine and handsome face... he was totally out of my league. I had registered on the site more out of curiosity, it was a site for fighters and I was looking at the profiles of guys close to me. I had put up a picture of myself in my underwear, not hiding my lack of muscle, so I was pretty sure he wouldn't respond. But surprisingly he responded and in very friendly terms, asking if I was new to fighting and such.

I explained to him that I was just curious, I had never done anything like that, the only fetish with some similarities that I had ever tried was spanking. But yes, seeing two men in spandex locked in a fight was very exciting to watch. He continued to respond, always in a friendly way and at a certain point I felt the need to clarify the situation and told him what was on my mind from the beginning: "You are clearly out of my league, you would never accept fighting someone like me, without muscle, nor experience". The answer came immediately: "Which league? You can only assign rankings by fighting, of course I want to fight with you!". My heart warmed with that message, despite the implied violence... pff, with that body and that face, it's clear that I would subject myself to a fight in which I was destined to lose from the first second.

After a few more messages, we agreed to meet at a nearby park for a face-to-face conversation. He lived far away but worked in the city. Live he was even better than on the website, he came in a suit and tie, that's how he worked, but I already knew the muscles he was hiding there and again I thought, "how can a guy like that be interested in someone like me?". Only that he was, as he said, "people with particular fetishes tend to form a smaller, friendlier community, I've never had a bad experience on that site". I told him about spanking, where in a way I also noticed the same dynamic, a very small community and therefore where everyone knows each other. I explained that normally before a first date I like to establish clear boundaries, because this type of activity requires trust, which is not gained overnight.

But after a minute of walking through the park beside him, I already completely trusted that stranger. He conveyed that confidence and security, I was ready to give him 'carte blanche' and that's exactly what I wrote to him when I got back home, I didn't want to limit his creativity. He replied satisfied, "I'm glad you realized so quickly that limiting the enjoyment of the moment doesn't make sense". We agreed to fight the next day at his house, I had my collection of swimming briefs in my backpack, he would choose which one to use, I didn't have a wrestling singlet.

As I drove there, he lived far away, in an isolated house in an area of fields and forest, my nervousness was growing, but the excitement was greater, he was the most handsome and sensual guy I had ever met for a date of this type . In fact we didn't agree on any details, he knew that my experience was zero, what was implicit is that it would be a fight in which we would only wear speedos and that was enough to justify the trip and my excitement. I knew he had a room with a wrestling mat, the rubber kind, and well, that was all. The day before I had read his profile in detail, but so much of that vocabulary was unfamiliar to me, I decided not to think about it any longer.

He received me with open arms, wearing comfortable clothes to be at home. We had coffee and talked about the trip there, the house and the area, nothing much. Suddenly he declares: "well, now let's take those clothes off of you". And without waiting any longer, he approached me and began to unbutton my shirt, which he took off and placed on the table, then unzipped my pants and lowered them, also placing them on the table. I was making it easier with the movements, but the initiative and the main gestures were his, he was the one who undressed me, until he took off my underpants. "Okay, show me the speedos you brought." I opened the backpack and showed my small collection, he chose some light blue ones, and I put them on.

"Very well", he said as he felt my cock already hardening with the whole situation under the speedos. He suddenly he grabbed a black cloth and tightened it around my head covering my eyes. That was completely unforeseen, but there I was blindfolded, with the swim briefs that I never dared to wear in public because they were so revealing, in the middle of that stranger's living room. I didn't say anything, I just breathed harder. Then I felt his fingers squeezing my nipples, running over my body and then without warning a slap on the face. I didn't have time to be shocked, because as soon as I felt the violence of the smack, immediately I felt a hot tongue invading my mouth and a hand grabing my neck tight. My tongue responded in kind. I was in  heaven, without ever having discussed those gestures, he nailed my fantasies: giving up control, being guided, controlled, mixing pain with pleasure.

My cock was now hard as wood. And he went back to squeezing my nipples, another slap, another aggressive kiss, a squeeze of the neck, a slap on the bottom, another torrid kiss. That was a far cry from the images of fights I saw on the website through which we met, but I couldn't be happier with what I was feeling. Until he took the blindfold off of me and I saw his smile again, "that's good, you didn't get scared with the blindfold, some guys don't like it at all", "I like it" I said shyly. "Okay, enough kidding, let's fight."

And we went up to the first floor, where he had an empty room, with only a wrestling mat on the floor. "Take off the speedos", I obeyed and was now naked. He still had his tracksuit on. "Okay, wear this now." It was a blue wrestling singlet, I'd never worn anything like that before, but I felt sexy and good in it, it was tight, nice to the touch and my cock was still hard. He took off his tracksuit and already had a singlet underneath, red. Not much was left for imagination, his muscles and generous bulge were in full display.

"On your knees, the fight always begins with a greeting between the opponents". We greeted each other and then he grabbed me and spun me around in the air, I didn't stand a chance. As he locked my neck with his arm he said "when you want to give up, give me a signal on my thigh". I didn't want to give up, I wanted it to last as long as possible, but almost without being able to breathe I had to give his thigh a signal for him to let go. Fortunately it was only the beginning, it was the first of many acceptances of defeat on my part. He liked to fight, I tried to resist. In between, the slaps on my ass were intense, from time to time a slap on the face or a kiss, usually both in a row, I never responded with slaps, I tried to resist, but I never attacked, I felt that this was not my role and I didn't have the initiative to kiss him either.

At one point he lowered the straps of my singlet and went back to teasing my nipples, then I felt that maybe I should do the same, and I squeezed his, I felt that he liked it. I became more daring in sensual advances, never violent on my part. While he was twisting me in unpredictable somersaults, I was kissing the skin I found closest and I also lowered the straps of his singlet. I felt his hand go into my singlet and he started to jerk me off. I felt like I was in a dream, that man who could have been on the cover of Men's Health grabbing me, jerking me off, hitting me... I wasn't going to last long. He stopped out of nowhere, a few more turns, a few more punches from him on me. He took the opportunity when he had me completely immobilized under him to slap my balls while he rubbed his bulge in my face. He took advantage and completely removed the singlet that only covered my legs by now. CBT, or cock and balls torture, always freaked me out, but I was too turned on and in that situation it just occurred to me to gently lick his cock and balls still covered in spandex while he tortured mine. It wasn't very balanced, but it was super intense. He started jerking me off again, I felt I was about to cum and he stopped again at the last moment.

Again somersault, immobilized again, but now I'm on top of him, my face next to his. I swallowed his ear, the reaction was immediate, he shuddered with pleasure. My tongue entering inside, and he's moaning under me, but without losing control of the situation, I was completely immobilized. He lowered my head, I now had his nipple in my mouth, he liked it, he moaned again while I sucked aggressively. I felt his cock, fat but soft until then, harden. Screw the fight, I went into "I'm going to suck you from head to toe" mode.

I took off his singlet, he didn't resist, and I grabbed the cock that was now growing visibly. It was huge, the head alone filled my mouth. He moaned, shuddered, and I loved it, finally it was my turn to control and subdue him to the strength of my tongue and caresses. He got up again and threw me back on the rug. He threw his dick on my face and I went back to swallowing everything I could and sucking with conviction. He was on his knees and he was masturbating me while I sucked him. This was too much, I was on the verge of cuming, I wanted him to do the same in my mouth, which filled with his fat cock couldn't warn him of my impending orgasm. I spurted out, several jets of hot cum landed on my belly and chest, he laughed with the abundance. With the intensity of the orgasm I let his cock escape my mouth, I needed air.

I opened my eyes again and saw his smile looking at me from above, he placed his shins on either side of my torso and began to masturbate quickly, I was ecstatic, with a fat cock inches above my nose and the most handsome man I had ever been with looking at me smiling. I only had the strength to caress his anus with one hand, at some moments during the fight my hard cock brushed against his crack and he never showed the slightest displeasure. I felt that he liked the caress and I became more daring, a finger was now entering that tight little hole. At this he closes his eyes, raises his head to the ceiling and his fat and full cock starts to release smooth spurts of warm milk on my face. A thick layer covered my face and he tapped the cock against my cheek to expel the last drops. He laughed, bent down and gave me another French kiss.

Did I die and get to heaven?

The next day I was surprised by how sore my body was. Looked like it had been beaten up. And the truth is, that's exactly what had happened. But it was a beating with the most intense pleasure mixed in, and that's why those pains I felt when making certain movements revived good memories, almost hard to believe... I hadn't died, but had definetely climbed up to heaven.