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The last week at work had been slightly awkward. After Greg and I had practiced wrestling at my apartment last weekend, and I had knocked him out cold three times, we sat down and talked. I advised him again not to come to tonight’s wrestling meet, as I knew he would be eaten alive and be expected to engage in gay sexual activity. The fact that wrestling me already got him aroused to the point of orgasm, would only make this worse.

He had explained that it had occurred before that he had gotten an erection when he was feeling humiliated or ashamed. He didn’t know how or why it happened and he hadn’t expected it to occur during wrestling. He had stated that he would practice a lot during the week and he would make sure to beat Chris the following weekend.

It was now a week later and I was on my way to the wrestling ring in Pete’s garage. He organized the wrestling nights once a month, which attracted about fifteen to twenty guys each time. Fresh meat was always given a lot of attention and I was certain people couldn’t wait to get their hands on Greg. He had already agreed to have a match with Chris tonight, who I knew would most likely destroy him. I had never seen Chris lose. Though to be fair, the guys who wrestled Chris usually wanted to lose.

At work, Greg had been updating me about his progress during the week, seeming more and more confident he was going to do well. Every time I had smiled and said I was happy for him, yet inside I feared the experience could be traumatic for him.

I arrived at Pete’s place and parked my car. I just saw Greg getting out of a car in front of me, from the driver’s side. I got out of my own car and said, “Hey!” Greg turned around. He was wearing a grey zip-up hoodie that was undone, a black tanktop and black shorts underneath. He looked fantastic as always. “You bought a car?” “Yeah! Your brother-in-law helped me out, thanks so much! I bought it this morning.” “No problem, looks like a sweet ride!” “It is, I’m really happy with it.”

We walked towards Pete’s place. “So, how are you feeling about tonight?”, I asked. “I’m focused, looking forward to it. A little bit nervous though.” I smiled. He should be a lot nervous.

When we got in, we were greeted by Pete. I introduced Greg and Pete to each other. They mentioned they had already been in touch over e-mail. Pete made sure to make Greg feel welcome and lead us to the garage. Some guys were already warming up, some already in their trunks. Pete pointed at the list of matches that had been agreed upon beforehand, though more could be added during the night. My match with Ken, which was already agreed upon last month, was somewhere halfway down the list. I saw that the second match on the list was Greg versus Lorenzo. “Who’s Lorenzo?” “Oh, he’s the other new kid”, Pete answered. “It’s tradition for the rookies to wrestle each other during their first meet, so I contacted Greg about it.” I turned to Greg. “You’re doing two matches on your first night?” Greg nodded. “What, that’s bad? I thought it would be good to wrestle another rookie before I wrestle someone like Chris.” “Well, you might be right. If this Lorenzo is any good, you’ll be exhausted though.” “I’ve been working on my cardio.” Greg winked at me. I wondered how this night was going to go.

Tyler came up to us to say hi to me. Tyler was a proud musclejobber who loved to be dominated. His hot body was very popular among all of the other guys. As he stood before us in just a baby blue speedo, I couldn’t help but admire his muscles. Last month I had wrestled him. After I won by knockout I fucked him in the ring with all of the other guys watching. He had woken up with my dick in his ass and had absolutely loved it. He had mentioned to me on the night he had thought it was a very hot experience and I had agreed. “Thanks again for such a hot night last time. I still think back to it a lot! Tonight I’m wrestling two guys at once, so I’m hoping our match can be topped.” I smiled. I introduced Greg to Tyler. “So you enjoy losing?”, Greg seemed fascinated by this. “Yeah, it gets me rock-hard.” Greg was puzzled by Tyler’s answer. Tyler seemed interested to talk to Greg. He was probably seeing his buff body and would hope to get dominated by him at one point. It would suit them both more to be a jobber tag-team. I didn’t say anything though as they spoke for a while. Chris had then spotted Greg and came up to us to give Greg his promised gear. He had brought a see-through zip-lock bag with various trunks and a pair of white boots. “You choose what color you want on your ass when I destroy it.” Chris walked away and chuckled. “You’re wrestling Chris on your first night?”, Tyler asked. “Yeah…” “Yowza!”

Greg brought me with him to a bathroom, which was a dressing room for the occasion. I was already wearing my gear under my clothes myself, but Greg wanted my opinion on what he was going to be wearing. As I had predicted, when Greg emptied the bag, they were all very skimpy outfits. I had already seen him naked, and he didn’t seem nervous to change in front of me. He tried on a blue pair that was practically a bikini. It only covered half of his huge ass. Seeing his gorgeous body in wrestling gear turned me on to no end. I could feel my cock stiffen. I casually touched myself, hoping he wouldn’t see.

I asked if he was feeling confident about his matches while he was trying things on. “This Lorenzo guy, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him or know anything about him. Chris could be interesting. I am taller and more muscular than him, though he has more experience. I think I’m in with a shot.”

Greg refused to try on a yellow thong and a pink pair of speedos. The other two options were also speedos, one green and one white. When he tried those on, they also couldn’t cover his giant backside, but they got much closer than the bikini. He looked very hot in them. I advised him to go with the green one, as the white one might go transparent once he was sweating. Greg followed my advice and changed back into the green one. He looked amazing. I took off my track pants and sweater and showed him I was wearing a black speedo with white stripes on the sides. “Yours look much better”, Greg said. “You look absolutely fine yourself.” “I do?” “Everyone in that garage will want to… wrestle you.” And fuck you, I thought.

Greg and I did some stretching exercises and walked back, just in time for the first match to start. Pete got in the middle of the ring to welcome everyone and started announcing the first match. He said it was agreed to be a ‘winner sucks loser’- match and Morgan and Royce were announced. Knowing the guys involved, I predicted the outcome. Royce submitted to Morgan’s boston crab about 5 minutes in and sucked his cock in front of the crowd. Greg seemed shocked by the whole thing. Morgan didn’t last long and Royce eagerly gobbled up all his cum. When he got up, I saw the clear boner in his red speedo.

Next, it was going to be Greg versus Lorenzo. I saw a skinny Latino guy in blue squarecuts getting up and walking toward the ring when the announcement started. “That’s him!”, I whispered to Greg next to me. “All right, I can take him.”, he answered me, matter-of-factly. He got up, his big ass in the green speedo in my eye-level. I absent-mindedly licked my lips.

Greg and Lorenzo were announced. The match was a ‘no sex’-match, purely intended to get the two rookies introduced to the regulars. As they stood in the ring, their bodies couldn’t be more different. Lorenzo’s dark features as opposed to Greg’s pale body. Greg’s muscularity compared to his lanky opponent. Greg did look like a Greek God in that ring. As they circled each other, his white ass jiggled all over the place. I could tell the speedo was going to slowly ride up into his crack, exposing more and more of his big, wobbly asscheeks.

Chris came to sit next to me and excitedly said, “look at that hungry hole just eating those trunks”. I couldn’t help laughing. “I can’t wait to get my hands on that boy.” I smiled. “Try to not be too hard on him. He has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.” Chris faced me with an expression along the lines of ‘Excuse me?’ “Just… try not to rape him. I’m pretty sure he just wanted to hang out with a co- worker and accidentally ended up here. From what I heard, he identifies as straight.” Chris smiled. “All right then.”

I was glad I at least got to talk Chris into not being completely ruthless with Greg. It didn’t stop him from laughing while watching Greg get his ass kicked by the skinny Latino. Lorenzo was so much quicker on his feet, used the ropes to increase his speed even more. Greg couldn’t keep up and was suffering through clotheslines, arm bars, and a spladle. His speedo had now naturally wedged itself into his crack, making it look like he was wearing a thong after all. Lorenzo seemed to know what he was doing and had definitely wrestled in a ring before. Greg was holding on though, and did not submit or give up. I did notice that his cock had gotten hard, making his speedos tent only a little bit. He wasn’t particularly well-endowed, so I thought no-one else would notice.

Suddenly, when Lorenzo was using the ropes to accelerate once again, Greg just got in his way, and it what seemed like an accident, Greg took Lorenzo’s elbow to the chin. I could tell Greg was immediately knocked out. His arms fell down to his side. His head drooped down. He was still on his feet, but clearly wobbly. Lorenzo had stopped and was watching Greg. He faced the crowd, pointed back at his opponent and laughed. He pulled down Greg’s speedo to his knees, and his cock shortly bounced up and down, ending up pointing up with a curve, completely rigid. Lorenzo was laughing even more and now so was the crowd. He pushed Greg’s cock down with one finger and it bounced back up. He was hard as a rock. Chris stared in disbelief, first at the ring and then at me.

Lorenzo easily pushed Greg over and got himself a three-count pin. He took off Greg’s speedo completely and waved it around while exiting the ring. Greg remained in the ring, flat on his back. I saw his chest rise and fall with each breath, but other than that, he lay motionless. His legs were spread wide from the pin, and the audience could look right between his legs, his little cock pointing to the ceiling.

Pete got back in the ring, ready to announce the next match and tried to wake Greg up. When he couldn’t, I got up. “Yeah, go on. Drag your co-worker out of the ring!”, I heard Chris say as I went over. I climbed into the ring and told Pete to let me handle it. Just as I started dragging Greg’s arm he woke up. “What? Where am I? What happened?”

I helped Greg up and walked him back to the bathroom. His little boner swayed from side to side as he stumbled. “Did I lose?” “You’re naked. You lost big.” “Fuck. This is so embarrassing.” Once we got back to the bathroom, I handed him the white pair of speedos. Greg was silent and just put them on. “Get yourself together, you have a few more matches before you’re facing Chris. I have to go, my match with Ken is next.” When I left the bathroom, Greg seemed groggy, disoriented. However, his boner hadn’t gone down and was very noticeable in the white trunks.

Ken was this thick, muscular Asian dude who had challenged me after seeing my fight with Tyler last month. We hadn’t faced each other before, but I had seen him fight other guys. He was a pretty good fighter, and I knew he wouldn’t give up easily. Even though Ken was very sexy and normally I would love to fight and then fuck him, my focus wasn’t flawless during the match. My mind kept going back to Greg.

It was a pretty even match throughout, until I saw Ken getting tired. I realized I had more endurance and took advantage of it. Of course I had to knock him out at the end, it was my signature finish. As Ken’s body went slack and limp in my standing sleeperhold, I felt my boner creep up against his ass. I dropped his body face down to the floor and pulled his trunks down. I wet my finger with my mouth and used it to try and open up his hole. Ken woke up quickly and crawled away from me and out of the ring. “No! No! I’m not doing it!” Even though it was agreed to be a ‘winner fucks loser’-match, I shrugged, got up and left the ring. My mind was elsewhere anyway.

I went back into the audience and knew it was going to be Chris versus Greg next. I saw Greg stand by the door back into the house. He had determination in his eyes, which looked promising to me. He seemed to have picked himself back up after his first humiliating loss. And his body looked great, compared to Chris’s shorter, rounder frame.

However, once the match started, Chris quickly took the upper hand. I could tell Greg was trying and he was at times aggressive. But it didn’t last very long. Chris’s experience shone through, knowing how to stop Greg’s attacks. The white speedo crept up his backside just like the green one had, and soon enough Greg’s boner popped up again, this time visible to the entire audience. I could hear whispering and giggling all around me.

Having seen how easy it was for Lorenzo to knock Greg out, Chris knew what to aim for. A bulldog saw Greg hit the mat face first. His body lay motionless in the ring and I knew it was over. Instead of going for the pin though, Chris wanted the match to last. He stripped Greg of his speedo while he was out cold and threw it out of the ring. Then he very gently slapped his opponent’s face to try and wake him up. When that didn’t work, he shouted, “Hey! Straight boy!” The crowd laughed.

Eventually Greg got up, his boner standing out in front of him. He seemed very unstable, but Chris was going along with the match. Greg was no longer able to mount any offense and just took everything. He seemed unaware of where he was.

Finally it all ended when Chris put Greg in a sitting sleeperhold. Suddenly Greg’s body startled as he panicked, trying to find a way out of the hold. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next.

Just as Greg’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head and his body went completely limp, his little cock shot out stream after stream of milky white cum. The first spurt hit him in the face, before soaking his chest and abs. When his orgasm was finally over, a little droplet fell from his head onto the mat.

The crowd went wild with disbelief. “Oh my God!” “I have never seen anything like this before!” “I cannot believe this just happened!” “Did he say he was straight?”

Chris stood up, holding Greg’s head up so everyone could see the cum-soaked face with the eyes rolled up and the mouth wide open. It was unclear if it was Greg’s drool or his cum dripping down his chin onto his chest. I could see Chris’s massive boner in his trunks as he walked around the lifeless body that was still sitting up. I remembered from earlier matches, this guy had the biggest cock. Chris took off his trunks with one hand and stepped out of them. His giant piece flopped into view and hit Greg in the face. This snapped him out of it instantly.

“Suck it, straight boy!”, Chris said, before ramming his cock down Greg’s throat. Greg’s face turned beet-red as he choked on Chris’s cock, but he let it happen. It didn’t last long for Chris to explode all over Greg’s face. Greg seemed to take it all in stride and even smiled, looking down on himself. He said something I couldn’t hear. “What did you say there?”, Chris turned to him. “I’m… gay. I’m gay”, Greg stated. At first the crowd laughed, but then they cheered when Chris and Greg left the ring together. They went to the dressing room to shower off and I didn’t see them after. Greg’s car was gone when I left.

The following Monday at work, Greg came up to me immediately. “You and me, next month at Pete’s. Winner fucks loser.” I smiled. “You’re on!”

It became clear that Chris and Greg were now boyfriends, which was unexpected twist for me.

At the following wrestling meet, I fucked Greg to completion while he was unconscious. I had made him continue to wrestle naked after his first knockout by headscissor, but he wasn’t waking up after getting a knee to the face. He orgasmed on the mat while getting fucked and didn’t even stir. I may have been the first to fuck Greg in the wrestling ring, but by the glint in Chris’s eyes, I knew he had beaten me to it.

THE END