Wrestling Club Paradise

One summer again in my summer cottage after a long winter. Already the same night heating up sauna and visiting my neighbour just half a mile from my place, a young recently married couple. She is local and  Matt her husband is Scottish.  But he is alone. They got divorced.

He’s probably lonely

His sadness.

Why exactly did his marriage fail? Hmmm?

For a moment I had an idea I could invite him to have sauna with me ... ask him those kind of questions.. lead him

Perhaps now he is in need.. I could offer my helping hand.. literally

He’d protest… at first.

Insist he’s not into that.

But men are weak

And it’s been such a long time.

It’s only a hand, he tells himself. It doesn’t mean anything.

And I am a big guy too, it’s just like messing around at the rugby club

Nobody would know

He could like that idea. Makes him feel powerful.

In the steam of sauna..

all relaxed..

So relaxed. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine it’s a hot girl. His mind at first drifts to his ex, but then he starts to realise he can’t think of anything other than you. But he doesn’t want it to stop.

He breathes in deeply, the smell of two big guys in the sauna is weirdly good.

He moans, self consciously a deeper, more masculine groan. He can’t do anything that would suggest he’s not the ‘man’

“Fuck man… this is… fuck…” he opens his eyes and looks at me. A cocky smirk on his face. Like he’s the one that seduced me.

He’s convinced he’s the one in control. And yet his own homophobia means he refuses to touch me, to grab me and manhandle me. So maybe he’s not in control…

He’s hard and leaking a little, I am playing with him, building his frustration. Taking him to the edge and then climbing down.

My strong hands working his desperate cock. Manipulating his heavy balls.

He starts to moan, more like a desperate bitch now. Almost pleading. But he can’t plead, he can’t beg, because that means he wants this.

Over and over he thinks he’s going to find release, but I  hold him there and then stop. Agonising for him. He tries to thrust his fat dick into my hand to find the end. To cum. But my trained hands pull away.

His face starts to look more desperate. His eyes are almost tearful. He’s sweating, a lot, even for a sauna.

His heart is beating fast. He runs, but this is different. He’s getting exhausted.

His mouth is so dry, he just wants to return to his cottage. But he doesn’t want to leave without a happy ending.

Slowly I begin to get closer to him. A hand on his thick chest ‘to steady yourself’, I pull him into me, slowly. He hardly notices. My hand still on his cock, stroking him. His cock slick with pre now. The scent of man is heavy in the sauna.

I get closer still, carefully moving around him, feeling his lean, muscular body against mine. He realises this feels good. To feel the strength and raw power of another man, not the weak, passive body of a woman.

I pull him into me, I am behind him now, still stroking him, playing with his dick and his balls, brushing those ginger curls in his bush. He feels my cock against his back. Almost like I was mounting him, rutting him. But it can’t be. I am the one getting him off, so he’s in control, right? He’s got to be the dominant one… right? I am his bitch…am I?! Surely…

My hand continues to pump and relax, pump and relax. His toes curl. It just feels so good. My other strong arm wrapped around his body now. Exploring his abdominals, his pecs, stroking his thick neck. I am whispering to him, reassuring him. Telling him to relax and that it will all be over soon.

And slowly, very slowly I tease his cock more, so he gets closer and closer to the peak of the mountain. To reach the summit. He can feel it building, his nuts churn. It’s been so long since someone else made him shoot. It’s so so fucking close. He lets out a strangled and desperate cry, his deep voice cracks. And then the dam bursts and he begins to shoot as I pump his cock. Ropes of his thick, Scottish cream flies across the sauna. Some hitting the rocks and sizzling, his seed going up in wisps of steam.

I feel his muscles tense and contort, trembling as he feels the last moments of his orgasm die away. He relaxes and he is done.

I hold him as his body slumps into mine. The post orgasm clarity begins to flood his brain. He begins to regret, feeling embarrassed. Ashamed. Scared of what he just did, or let me do. He mutters something like an apology or a thank you or an insult. It’s hard to tell and then tries to get up. But I hold him. He grunts and tries again. But still I hold him, my strong arms wrapped around his muscular body.

He makes a noise like an awkward and irritated laugh. He thinks I am messing around. He’s done with me now, don’t you understand?!

And then he feels my fingers begin to constrict around his balls. Finger tips slowly applying more pressure to his nuts, through his thin sack. He tries to push me away, angry now, but my arm is wrapped around him, and he’s vulnerable and weak, still recovering from his last orgasm. He shouts at me, threatens me to let him go. Calls me insults. But this just fires me to do more. And he begins to moan, not in pleasure now, but in pain, from the hot pain in his balls. My fist like a vice, crunching and twisting.

He’s desperate now. I am hurting him bad, he tries to fight, but  I’ve got him held tightly. His athletic build no match for my body. Dominating him. I squeeze his nuts, feeling the eggs begin to give way. He screams. His manhood getting broken. I tell him it will all be over soon.

And I squeeze and twist. Agony for him. Breaking down the Scottish hunk. His balls crushed and broken. I still dig my fingers in and then the skin begins to tear. We both feel it. He turns white. What are you doing?! You can’t be…. Oh god no! Please! Stop! Don’t!

It’s too late. He feels a searing hot pain and a pop. His nuts are like mush and he realises I’ve pulled them free.

One more hard tug and I bring my hand up to his face, showing him his own balls. All that unused cum, sitting in his now useless nuts. He screams in terror. I tell him it’s all over.

My hand strokes his hard, manly, square jaw.

He is crying now. Begging. Pleading for this to stop. And so I end it.

CRACK. His neck snaps. And I hold my handsome neighbour in my arms.

Published: 2025-06-12, viewed 156 times.