Amateur Doesn't Mean New (Excerpt)

After a few hours more guys were on the bench with me than waiting to wrestle but I didn’t talk to them much.  Just a comment here and there until one guy stepped up to wrestle Chester, an oafish looking guy clearly above his weight class I thought Chester would lose easily but his speed and strength were too much for the larger man.  I found myself laughing harder at the situation until finally Chester was literally running circles around the guy, teasing him by slapping his ass and back.

The other guys thought it was funny but at some point Chester and I locked eyes and he signaled for me to quiet down but I couldn’t.  I found myself wanting to be defiant so I started making wise cracks to the other guys not just about the guys ability but his size and that was when Chester stopped the match and came over to where I sat.

“I didn’t see you out there all night.  What about it?  Are you man enough?  I know you got the balls, I can see that clearly but maybe those are just for show.”

I swallowed hard and looked him in the eye.  I wanted to bash him right there.  I wanted to jump him, get on top of him, and start hitting him but I stopped myself from acting.  It wasn’t just that he was a great wrestler and maybe, probably could have sent me to the floor, or that he was right because I hadn’t wrestled anyone the whole night, but what he said reached all the way back to my childhood.

“So what about it?  Did you wear that uniform just to show off your big dick or are you going to get out here and wrestle someone?”

I smiled, opened my mouth to speak, and leaned back.  I looked round to the other guys who looked back at me seriously, too seriously.

“I’m not, I mean, I would but you know.  Everyone else seemed to have a partner and it was... I don’t know.”

“You’re making excuses.  How many of you were new tonight?”

I felt motion around me, looked to see five guys all with their hands in the air.  I felt my face warm.  I wanted to walk away, get my stuff and leave but I felt the shoes on my feet, the material around my thighs, pulling at my shoulders, the way air hit my ribs and sides.  I had worn this, come here for a purpose.

Okay, I thought, he’s challenging me.  I thought about how he had been with all the other guys then I thought about how he might be tired, the size of him.  Maybe I would get lucky, maybe he would go easy on me, or maybe I could challenge someone else.

“Who?” I asked.

“Me,” he answered.

I shook my head.

“Come on, get out here or else you’ll be a chicken.  Maybe we should tar and feather you, march you around campus.”

“Come on,” I said.  He was joking.  Wasn’t he?

They laughed but he got serious and then I heard someone point out his change in demeanor then laugh harder.  I stood.  They started to howl and cheer, clap, hands patted me on the back, my ass.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” Ed said in my ear.

I stepped down from the bleachers and Chester turned with me, directed me out to the empty mat, followed me.  Everyone got down and formed a ring around us as we moved together to the center of the mat.  He smiled a little and I smiled back but his face got serious again.  He had the best poker face I had seen in years.  This wasn’t just a regular match.  This was personal somehow.

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Controller Cords - Excerpt 2

Feeling ashamed I walked from the store with my head down, the box of condoms in my a bag along with the candy bars.  What a bitch, I thought.  I rounded the corner then dashed to the steps and went up them two at a time. 

I opened the apartment door and was surprised to find the place was darker than when I had left.  So dark you couldn’t tell shapes apart.  Candles burned throughout giving a strange illumination as if each flame was too bright.

I stepped inside and looked to the living room but the television was off.

“Close the door,” Evan whispered.

I looked to where I heard his voice in the darkness.  I hadn’t seen him among the shadows of the kitchen.  I closed the door.

“Set your bags down on the floor,” he said.

I set them down.

“Did you buy anything that would melt?”

“No,” I answered.  “But I bought condoms.”

“I never bought them down there.  Did the old woman say anything?”

“She said they wouldn’t make good water balloons.”

“Bitch,” he said.

“I know right.  So uh, what’s going on here?”

“We’re going to play a game,” he said.

“Okay,” I said.

“No talking,” he said.  “If I go too far then you can say banana and I promise to stop.”

I gulped.

“What is this?”

“No talking,” he said.  “Take off your shirt.”

I looked into the darkness but I couldn’t see him.  I had no way of knowing if we were even alone but I trusted him.  I took off my shirt.

“Good,” he said.  “What do you feel?”

“Foolish,” I said. 

When he didn’t respond I told him I felt the cool air and that my nipples were getting hard.  I told him I felt my feet in my shoes and that there was a hole in my sock I hadn’t felt before but now I could tell it was there.

“Take off your shoes and socks,” he said.

I did as I was told then he asked me again what I felt.  I told him I felt the cool floor and the way my jeans hung on my body.  I told him they felt heavy and the cuff was around my ankle and just above the heel of my foot.

“Do you want to take them off?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Say sir,” he corrected.

“Sir,” I said unintentionally echoing him.  He was silent allowing me a moment to correct myself.  “I want to take my jeans off sir.”

“Good,” he said.

I looked from the shadow and darkness to the candle and then to the window where I could see black drapes had been drawn blocking out even the faintest light.

“Take off your jeans,” he said.

I unbuttoned them and unzipped them as I looked back into the darkness where I thought he was sitting.  I began to slide them down and for a moment I thought about taking off my underwear as well but I hadn’t been told to take them off.  It could be some desperate act for attention and to speed things along, I thought.  But I knew he wouldn’t like it.  His directions had been very clear.

I slid them down and stepped out of them.  I held them in my hands for a moment before he told me to drop them to my right on the floor. 

“Close your eyes,” he said.

I did.  Now the darkness was absolute and I trusted him completely.  I thought about how I had barely fantasized about something like this happening.  I thought about the blow job he gave me and I felt my cock stiffen. 

I heard him get up from the chair then cross to me.  He touched my crotch, felt my cock through my underwear and pushed it to one side as he gripped at it until he reached the head which slipped from his fingers due to the come I was leaking.

“You like this?” he asked.

“A little,” I said.

He pulled away.

I swallowed.

“What happened?” I asked.

He didn’t speak.  He didn’t move.  Then I thought about it and I realized what I had done incorrectly.

“I’m sorry sir, I like it very much sir.”

“Good,” he said. 

He took me by my hand and led me through the apartment and to his bedroom that I hadn’t even seen in the daylight.  At the doorway to his room he got behind me and tied a blindfold around my head then pushed me inside.  I opened my eyes briefly only to see it was a better lit room, partially lit by candles and small light fixtures on the wall.

He moved behind me and wrapped his arms around me.  He kissed at my neck.  I could feel he was wearing something over his crotch, leather.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked.

I let out a deep breath that I had been holding.  I still wasn’t sure if I was ready for that.  At least not being the one being fucked, condoms not withstanding, I had bought them but not for a specific use.

“Not yet,” I said.

“Can I play with you?” he asked.

I found his hands on my body with my own hands and interlaced the fingers as I had done before then led them up my body to my chest where he gripped at my pectorals. 

“Please sir,” I said.  “Play with me.”

He pushed me a few more feet then turned me around.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I said.

He pushed me with both hands knocking me off my feet and backwards onto his bed.  I felt a sheet beneath me and touched it before he made his way around the bed and took hold of my hands and pulled me up the bed to the headboard area where I felt cold metallic railing. 

Then I heard him pick up something from a nearby stand, metal.  He took hold of one wrist and I knew immediately it was handcuffs.  He secured one wrist, I heard the metal on metal as he wrapped the cuffs around the bar then grabbed my other wrist and secured it.

I felt the immovable steel around my wrists and my first instinct was to pull on them to feel just how trapped I was.

“Take it easy,” he said.  “Don’t hurt yourself.”

I felt the cuffs.  They were unbreakable.  I couldn’t think them away.  I couldn’t just make them disappear like nearly anything else in my life.

He touched my sternum and I relaxed.  I felt the metal of the railing and gripped at it as best I could.

“You’re doing fine,” he said.

I heard him walk away and a new thought occurred to me that I was helpless on his bed in my underwear with my hands above my head.  He could fuck me.

“Sir,” I said.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Please talk to me sir,” I said.

“Okay,” he said.  I heard him moving things around.  He was looking for something.  He was looking for several things.  I heard him moving them around.

“Sir, please, talk to me,” I said.

“I’m collecting a few toys,” he said.  “I can’t fuck you but we can still have some fun.”

“What are you looking for sir?” I asked hoping to get some answer for him, some hint at what to expect.

“Found them,” he said.  “Now we can play a little.”

He crossed to the left side of the bed and sat beside me on my right side.  He reached out again and touched my chest but this time it was a rubber tipped finger that he ran from my sternum to my belly button then down to my underwear.  He stroked me several times then stopped and moved a none gloved hand to my right nipple. 

I felt his flesh as he pinched at it.  I heard a hinge being worked and then slowly he attached a clip to my nipple.  The pain was instant and lasted for a while before it dulled.   

I managed to barely make a sound until he touched the clamp again this time sending pain through my skin and deep into my chest.  I let out a yell and a moan.

“Ever thought about this?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

He pulled at the clip.

“No sir,” I said.

“What about those times you used to snap yourself with a rubber band?”  he asked.

“That was different sir,” I said.

“You weren’t so powerless,” he said.  He moved across my chest tracing a path with his rubber tipped finger to my other nipple which played with using his fingers until it was hard and then he attached the other clip.

He repositioned himself on the bed, leaned on his elbow in a casual way as if we were having a conversation.

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