THE HIGH TABLE

The Lights Out Lounge mat room smelled of sweat, rubber, and faint testosterone. Dim lights cast long shadows across the blue wrestling mats.

Jason Lundquist stood in the center, rolling his shoulders. At 25, the 5’11”, 190-pound stud looked carved from competition—broad 46-inch chest tapering to a tight 35-inch waist, 17-inch biceps flexing under smooth skin, powerful 28-inch thighs ready to drive. He wore black fight gloves, tight red trunks that hugged his heavy 8-inch package and big balls, and nothing else. Bare feet gripped the mat.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan stepped in opposite him. The 45-year-old was a hairy, tattooed bull at 5’9” and 186 pounds. His shaved head gleamed under the lights, ginger beard framing a scowl. His thick 49-inch chest and 18-inch biceps were covered in ink and dense fur; his 33-inch waist and 28-inch thighs spoke of raw power earned in back-alley scraps. Black fight gloves, dark blue trunks, bare feet. A visible bulge showed his heavy 9-inch uncut cock with its steel PA and low-hanging balls shifting as he moved.

“You wanted training, old man,” Jason said with a cocky grin. “We start light. Technique first. I’ll show you escapes, then we drill.”

Dan nodded, jaw tight. He hadn’t forgotten the last session—Jason’s rear-naked choke that went too deep, too long, leaving him humiliated and gasping. Tonight, he needed to prove he could hang with the younger stud.

Jason Lundquist

"I watched the match--the very first thing Maxxx did was grab your wrist and pull you into that knee," I start, offering my wrist to grab the way Maxxx did. You grab it. "Two things. First, for any wrist grab, unless he's holding your wrist against your body or his, you can always break the grip at the point the fingers connect--turn the blade of the inside of your wrist toward where the fingers meet and pull up--he won't be able to hold on." I demonstrate the technique, then grab your wrist. "You try."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Listenin to ya as ya offer yer wrist and I grab it. I nod as ya easily turn yer wrist toward my fingers and pull breakin my grip. "OK...yeah...alright." Ya grab my wrist tight...I twist the inside of my wrist toward yer fingers as ya grip tight workin to break the hold.

Jason Lundquist

"Cool--the next thing was that double-overhook suplex. Here's the deal with overhooks--you'd almost always rather have underhooks--you'd rather be inside their arm than outside it in a wrestling situation. That's because if I have inside position--if I have underhooks--I usually get to decide how far apart our hips are, and what my own elevation is." I overhook your arms the way Maxxx did. "So if you feel this position, either keep your back straight and squat, hugging him low, near the lower back, or pull your hips back. Unless he can both get his hips in and get his hips below yours, he's not suplexing you unless he's way, way heavier than you. Try squatting and hugging now..." you try it, I try to pull you up and over but I can't. "Cool, now connect your hands behind my lower back, push your hips in, and lift me."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Ya pull me into the same position that Maxxx did with his suplex....I try squattin and huggin as ya try to pull me up and over...my legs apart just enough and my hips below yers...hopin I got this right...ya caint throw me over. I reach behind me I think behind yer lower back and push my hips into yer front and try and lift ya up.

Jason Lundquist

Your hips are lower than mine, so I end up airborne. "Perfect Dan! Super good--if you dump me back that's a suplex, but you can also just dump me forward or turn me and dump me. Any of that works. Next time Maxxx tries that overhook suplex, this is what to do." Training continues like that for a little while. I break down something that happened in your match with Maxxx, show you what you could have done, or how you could have capitalized, and you absorb it like a sponge. I find myself working a little extra hard as I demonstrate things, though. I've been training hard for my upcoming fight with Alex and not sleeping very well. It's taking a little bit of a toll. Nothing that would get in the way of a little light training, though. After a few more techniques, though, I can tell you want more than just some technical pointers. "So what else to you want to do, Dan?" I ask.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

We work hard on all the places that went against me and I think I’m startin to get it...at least in trainin I am...might need to practice more but I can do this...I’m startin to realize that I can make this in my favor. I notice ya look a little beat. We finish up with all that I answer "well, I think I’m startin to get this but...if it’s not too much trouble and yer not worn out, I wouldn’t mind doin a whole trainin match Jase. Just to see if I can do all this and I'll try not to resort to my usual style cause I wanna get at tech stuff and impress guys. Could we do a whole trainin match please?"

Jason Lundquist

I think about it for a moment. I am beat. But...you're a friend. And more training is always good, right? I'll just go at your pace. This isn't gonna be a kill-or-be-killed competition fight. I nod. "Yeah--you want to put on MMA gloves so we can punch and stuff?" I consider it some more--you might do better with some motivation. The better you do, the less this will hurt your ego. "You want to make it interesting? Add some stakes if somebody gets a sub or puts the other guy out with a smother or choke?"

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I can tell yer beat and halfway figure you'll wanna do it another time. But ya accept my "challenge". I nod and grab some MMA gloves and slide em on my hands strappin em closed then punch my hands together to seat em in good. I stop as ya suggest stakes. I grin slow at ya. "I’m game for that for sure. Just don’t put me out too quick...I wanna see if I really can do this ya know? But yes we get a sub or smother or choke stakes are fine with me. And...I’m versatile just FYI...coach" I grin at ya.

Jason Lundquist

"Oh..." I say, surprised. Versatile. You thought I meant like...full sex stakes. Okay. I guess that's fine. I don't have to go all out after, unless you're into that, I think. I look at that stocky, powerful body. That manly-as-fuck beard. That...ass. Yeah, I think. I wouldn't mind fucking that. I get my red gloves on, and drop into a relaxed fight stance, ready to begin. "Say when Dan," I say, just a hint of the cockiness I'd bring to a real fight in my voice.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I see the surprise on yer face and see ya checkin me out...but then hell I'm checkin you out too and wouldn’t mind tappin that ass or any part of ya. I see ya pull those red gloves on as we move back a bit to start off. I can already feel my dick hard as fuck...like it wasn’t already before I got here but seein ya geared up like that just makes me that much more excited. I push that excitement back and focus on what we're doin right here right now. I bring my gloves up and nod, "Let’s do it big man." I say with a bit of growl and challenge in my voice.

Jason Lundquist

I circle initially, testing your guard with my jab to see how you react. I'm taller than you, longer reach, so I'll use it initially. I'm firing at training pace--hard enough to sting, not hard enough to really hurt, but keeping my wits about me. It's good to train mindfully, even when you're not going balls-to-the-wall. I circle to my right, your left--away from your power hand--a good habit, most of the time, and slowly press my way in. After a quick double-jab to bring your gloves up, I slap your thigh with a short, painful rear-leg turning kick. My bony shin is unpleasant but not hitting anywhere near hard enough to do more than leave some redness.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

We circle and I know yer taller with a longer reach...gotta watch out for that. My guard up as ya fire at me as ya circle to my left...my left leg in front...right leg behind...rememberin the things ya showed me I hope. I manage to block most of the shots but a few get thru hittin at my arms and body...stingin but not hard enough to hurt bad. This is a good pace for sure as I have time to think about what I’m doin so I can build up from here. I fire off a few shots as well that ya deflect and I’m just tryin to test the waters anyway to see if I can see any openings. We move in closer jabbin and punchin both takin hits. Just then, ya bring that left leg up and SLAP my right thigh with it makin me grunt and twist away. I come back in try to feint a left to yer head and follow it with a right to yer ribs then try and swing my left leg up and around yer right calf to try and trip ya.

Jason Lundquist

You wear the few strikes that make good contact. "If you're less bladed--legs not so far apart--leg kicks won't be as big an issue," I say, patting down the feint jab, with my right, then covering the body shot with my left elbow. Then you step deep with the right--going for an outside trip we worked on earlier. But you want to outside trip the near leg, not the rear leg, for exactly this reason--I lean my weight onto my left, hook your leg back, and because you're reaching my inside-trip is in better position. I drop you on your butt, shoot over your leg on my knees, and slide into a cross-body control, playfully firing "ground and pound" strikes at patty-cake intensity as I secure the position. "Tripping inside or outside, leg shouldn't go past your hips or you're the one getting tripped, Dan."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I nod as ya deflect both shots. Well, I hadda try but I’m hopin my right...fuckkkkkkkkkkk...I shoulda gone with my left...still workin out the mechanics of this...knowin imma fuck this up and sure enough I do as ya easily reverse it and dump me on my ass...UUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...I grunt as I hit and try to roll but ya step over my legs on yer knees and slide up on me...yer body sittin on me as fire playful ground and pound strikes...I bring my arms up blockin em...neither of us has really make a shot count but ya secure the position as ya explain what just happened. I nod and grunt and gasp in air...my legs flat out behind ya and my arms up blockin yer strikes I ain’t sure what to try next other than usin my knees to maybe try drivin em into yer back. I breathe out. "Ya got me down and trapped...how...how...how do I get out or reverse it?"

Jason Lundquist

"Big bridge, turn to face me, then push your hips away with your feet and get to your knees," I say. "Basic hip escape from side control or the cross-body." I wait for you to try it, but don't make it easy in the meantime, raining down punches--none that damage, but I've upped the intensity to at least painful. To give you some motivation to move. "Can't accept bad positions, Dan, you gotta move!"

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I hear ya tell me what to do but them punches are keepin me from usin my hands as I bring my feet up flat behind ya...bracin my feet then I twist my hips and push UP into ya as hard as I can tryin to knock ya off me to the mat...even firin out a couple jabs at yer body as ya keep punchin down into me...,my first bridge not enough and I pull in air then PUSH UPPPPPPPPPPPPP and twist as hard as I can!

Jason Lundquist

That's a HELL of a bridge, I think as you basically launch me off of you and get to your knees. I back off, waiting for you to stand. "Exactly, Dan! That was perfect!" I bring my hands back up to fighting position. You're a fast learner. Let's give you something to stretch for. "Let's try something a little more complicated." As soon as you're back up I'm on you again, this time with a combination. Jab, weave low, right body hook at your left ribs, pivot to left uppercut at the jaw, then right front kick to the chest as you reel back. None of it hard enough to do real harm, all of it hard enough to rattle you.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

A little shocked that bridge worked as good as it did but I aint complainin as I roll and get to my knees. I grin at ya from that compliment as I stand up and roll my shoulders, feelin good about this. This is workin and I can do this. I bring my hands back up too. Ya comment we're gonna go for somethin different and then yer on me fast! I manage to block the jab but the right hook sinks into my left side makin me grunt...I just see the uppercut comin but it HITS hard enough to snap my head to the side...spit sprayin out my mouth. Right then I’m kinda feelin like a practice dummy as I seem to be the one takin all the punches and not givin none back. Just then front kick SLAMS into my chest hittin just above my solar plexus...one of my worst weak spots tho ya don’t know that. But that kick hits hard enough that I stumble back and SLAM down on my back to the mats dazed.

Jason Lundquist

"Oh fuck Dan, you good?" I hadn't meant to do that to you--just...caught you I guess. I walk over next to you, checking on you. When I meet your eyes I extend and arm down to help you up. "Didn't mean for that to land so hard, my bad, man."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

My head swimmin after that hit...my arms and legs splayed out from me as my eyes clear and I look up at ya with that hand and I could sweat for a minute I can tell what yer thinkin "yeah he's not ready for this...he's not good enough...he really is bad this" My eye darken as I GRAB yer hand harder than needed and get to my feet. Ya can see the anger buildin in me. "I'm fine! Let's keep goin! And this time for real! I can do this and Imma prove to you and all them other fuckers that I am good enough so let's go!" I SNAP my arms up in a tight guard as I move back and wave for ya continue...the sneer on my furry mouth evident.

Jason Lundquist

I put my hands up again, not liking the sound of that. I step up the speed and power a little, but this is training. I'm not gonna swing to hurt you. I fire a three punch combo at your head and end with a left turning kick to your right ribs. Maybe 60% power. It'll hurt, it'll bruise, but it won't break any ribs.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

We meet up again and this time I keep my guard tight...I see that three puncher comin and block one but duck the other two as I fire off a right left combo to yer abs that's about 50% power but I want ya to feel em...I need ya to feel em and I need to feel em hit and they hit well...I swing my right fist out again aimed at yer ribs just as that left comes up and hits...UUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...my right goin wild as I stumble into ya grabbin yer shoulder then my left knee up drivin it into yer abs at maybe 40% but hard enough to make good contact as I shove ya back and bring my guard up again. I smirk behind my hands "That all ya got?" I taunt ya with more than a growl in my voice but not tryin to be a bastard about it.

Jason Lundquist

You step it up, avoiding most of the punches. The cross jab combo to my stomach lands as I'm turning for the kick. They sting. I can tell that isn't full power for you, but it hurt, even against braced abs. My kick hits home though, I see the damage, my instinct is to back off as my kick sends a right hook aimed for my ribs off course. But you recover quick, catch my shoulder and drive a spearing knee into me, glancing my liver but thankfully mostly only compressing the ribs. Still hurts like a motherfucker--any amount of liver contact is too much. And the body damage intensifies another problem. I was tired coming into this--and body shots make it hard to recover. I hear your taunt--I actually like the fire I hear in it. "No," I say, firing off a stinging jab to the nose, then feinting another, and as I draw you in pivoting on my left foot to fire a spinning back kick, driving my right heel into your stomach. "It isn't."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

My rib shots hit good...I can tell...that right bounces off yer left leg and I feel that rib shot dig in...GRUNTIN...my ribs compressin but not hard enough to cause damage...this is still practice after all I gotta remember that...but I’m too far into it now to stop...my knee drivin into yer abs and from yer reaction I can tell ya felt it...my taunt workin and I hope he knows I was half jokin...but then that jab of yers rocks my nose...flattenin it....UUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH...I feel that shoot up thru my face and it rocks me but not bad enough....I try bring my left knee up again for another shot as ya pivot fast and fire back kick...the heel HITTIN my stomach.....UUUUUUUUUURRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...doublin me over as spit sprays again...I back away...that shot not full force but I feel it as I pull in air and move back keepin my guard up as best I can.

Jason Lundquist

Fuck, those landed harder than I intended too. I got a little wrapped up in the emotion. I can tell they're getting the better of you a little. I get it, it's how I'd feel in your situation--and it would be equally irrational. Nobody doesn't know you're tough. But it can sometimes be hard to tell. If we keep trading punches like this, though, it's gonna get heated enough that I might have to actually hurt you. And I really, really don't want to do that. So grappling it is. I keep my guard tight as I circle my way in, setting up my approach with straight punches. I take a deep step in off a jab, between your legs, then squat and weave under your right arm, securing a body lock as I go behind you. I lift you just enough to drop you to the mat, then scramble onto your back, immediately sinking my left arm deep under your neck, looking for the rear naked choke. It's deep. It's there. I start to bring up my right to finish the lock.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I raise up as I pull in air but keepin my guard up and workin to stay calm...but inside I keep flashin back to that match with Maxxx and the failed choke out in the Lounge and I can feel the anger bubblin inside me. I gotta focus on what I’m doin here right now. I try and block yer straight punches but unsure about what’s comin...tellin myself...stop that...don’t doubt yerself...you can do this...I LUNGE into ya poppin off a few hooks but not full power...just then ya come in low between my legs squat and weave under my right arm...by instinct I try and elbow yer head but it misses completely as ya get behind me and lift me up and drop me...I grunt and then my eyes go WIDE...fuck no he would NOT...but hell yes he did...that left arm under my neck...puttin a RNC on me deep in my neck...I start twistin and strugglin and firin elbows as hard as I can now growlin..."you fucker!!! not this time! not again!" I see that right comin up out the corner of eye as I flail and twist tryin to get loose.

Jason Lundquist

Oh fuck what was I thinking? I picked exactly the thing that would piss you off the most. It's in, it's deep, but I can hear in your voice, feel from how you're flailing under me, that if I finish this choke the hit to your ego is gonna eat you alive. I won't do that to you. You're my friend. I'll have to just...keep the sparring up for a few more minutes and then plead tiredness and end the thing, maybe. I release the choke, put my hands on your back to base, and stand up off you, taking a few steps away to make sure I'm not in range. "Wasn't...there," I lie, trying to avoid giving you the impression that I'm going easy, that I released a possible finish. I've never been good at lying. I drop back into my striking stance.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

That choke in tight and I’m already gaspin for air as I keep strugglin and flailin...yer legs wrapped around me and those arms about to lock down...but it seems to be takin forever or maybe I'm just so angry it seems that way...just then yer legs and arms come off me and I don't realize it for moment then I feel ya stand up off me and I roll over and jump back to my feet. I see the look on yer face and know ya coulda taken me out and I know why ya dint as I growl..."fuck...that...yeah ya were..." The next thing I know I LUNGE toward ya as ya get into yer strikin stance and I GRAB yer hands pullin em open with my left hand my right hand comes FLYIN up like a missile and SLAMS into yer jaw at full speed and power rockin yer head back as the sweat sprays off both of us! I let go of yer hands and move back "That...was...THERE!" I snarl.

Jason Lundquist

I'm thrown for a moment as you charge, then the world turns off for a second. When it turns back on my ears are ringing, I'm on my back, looking up at a fuzzy image, there's...noise but it's indistinct. My...jaw hurts. My neck hurts. Oh fuck the training match. Oh fuck he hit me! I try to get my hands up but they're sluggish, slow to respond as the image descending on to me starts to clarify, starts to become recognizably you. "Huh..aaow" I mutter, shaking my head to try to clear it.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I watch ya collapse to the canvas like a fuckin house of cards on yer back crashin down but I aint done yet...the rage so intense I couldn’t stop myself I tried...I charge in and SLAM my butt down on yer abs...grabbin yer arms shovin em over yer head in my hands pinnin em there as I snarl..."that was for the RNC ya done on me in the Lounge and THIS is for tryin to do it again tough man!" I don't wait as I SLAM my hairy tatted chest down on yer face...holdin onto yer wrists with one gloved hand as I grab yer sweaty hair and PRESS yer face into my chest right in my pec valley holdin it there..."NOW FUCKER...TIME FOR ME TO PUT YOU OUT!" My voice ragin at this point but I caint stop myself as I LOCK ya down under me!

Jason Lundquist

I'm just reaching full awareness again when it's too late. When the mount control is tight. When you're already smothering me. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Strangles can make somebody distressed, but there's nothing like a smother for real panic. I flail, like an untrained man, when I find I can't breathe in, when I can't get any air when I was already breathing hard. It's like being murdered with a plastic bag. Air all around you, none of it where it needs to be. I'm sure I yelp. I'm sure I grunt and whimper into your chest. But you're--you're not Dan right now. Not the one I know at least. I feel like I'm dying. Feel everything going dark as my lungs threaten to explode. I would do anything for a gulp of air. Even submit. I get one hand free and start furiously tapping on your back, hoping it's enough for you.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I’m not about to stop or let go...the rage and anger of the past few days takin me over completely. I feel ya strugglin under me and somewhere in my mind I know "Let him go before ya do real damage" but I stopped bein me a while ago...now I'm the BEAST that I usually keep well-hidden and rarely let out cause I know how dangerous he can be! I hear sounds comin from chest that are comin from yer mouth. I feel yer body slowin down under me...and still I caint stop myself holdin ya tight...nothin matters but me lettin this rage and anger out. Just then, I feel somethin tappin my back and somethin SNAPS inside me...its yer hand...TAPPIN...SUBMITTIN...signalin that I won and my head clears as I realize that snap was in my head...it was the BEAST bein submerged again! I instantly let go of yer hair and raise up over ya with a look of shock and worry on my bearded face. "Jase....Jase...breathe...breathe for me...fuckkkk...what the hell did I do?" I raise up enough and tilt yer head back force yer mouth open as I bring my furry mouth down to yers and BLOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW air into yer body...I raise back up and get off ya movin to yer side...tappin yer face...rubbin yer neck..."Jase...breathe...oh shit...oh fuck...I'm sorry...I dint mean...

Jason Lundquist

I go out, I don't know for how long. When I wake up I'm groggy, on my side. But I can hear you. Feel you touching me. My eyes shoot wide open, stomach shrinks. I turn and look up at you, not knowing if I'm still in danger. I don't want to move suddenly, I have to suppress my urge to flee, then I see the concern in your eyes, hear what you're saying, and realize I'm good. I'm safe. This is the Dan I know. "..Dan?" I ask weakly. "Fuck," I say, bringing my hand to my face where you hit me. "That was..." I start, not sure how to finish the sentence. "Fuck." Things are clearing up. My body is bright red, probably from oxygen deprivation, but it's starting to tingle less. I'm breathing hard but not hyperventilating. "That was...uh...a bit of a step up in intensity there, Dan." I say with an embarrassed smile, hoping it hides the residual fear.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I get ya on yer side as ya look up at me...yer voice callin my name makin me tear up..."fuckkkkkk..Jase..." I hold onto ya on yer side lettin ya regain yer normal breathin...literally shakin with relief realizin just how close I came to...no...I ain't gonna go there. I hear yer comment and see that smile as I whisper quietly..."yeah...it was...but...fuckkk...I dint know...what I was...doin...but...long as yer OK...that's what matters man" I help ya to sit up as I strip off our fight gloves. No way we're doin any more fightin today after this. All I can do is stay on my knees beside ya holdin ya and lettin ya recover. "I'm so sorry man...I don't know what happened...please...please...forgive me." I hold yer head against me just glad yer ok and I say, "And no, ya don't owe me stakes man. Not after what I just tried to do. I won and that's what counts."

Jason Lundquist

"I'm...." I start, then I realize I'm speaking into your chest. I pull back a little so I can look you in the eyes. "I'm not gonna say it's cool to turn into a rage monster in a training round. Not gonna say it's cool to go from hard contact to CTE-maxxing without warning in a training round either." I take a deep breath. "But unwritten training rules aren't rules. You won. I lost. We agreed to stakes. I'm not gonna wuss out." I look at you--see the genuine pain in your eyes at this. Fuck. "I'm good, Dan. I'm all good. And I get it. It's been...rough." Then I give you a deeply serious look--the kind you haven't seen unless you've been in the cage with me in a real fight. "But I want you to know--you got what you wanted. I see you as my equal now. And that means that this isn't gonna happen again," I make sure to keep my eyes locked on yours. "Next time we fight I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you." Then I stand. Start to take off my shorts. "How do you want me, man?"

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I hear yer words...all of em...we get to our feet and of course I hold onto ya to make sure yer alright. I grin at yer last words about the fight. "Next time, we go for real and I plan to make ya earn that win...stud. Bring it cause I'll be ready, mister." I drop my shorts as well as our hard cocks and balls come out on display. Both of us boned as fuck. I put my bare hands on yer shoulders and whisper, "well for starters, how about this?" I lean in and kiss yer lips gently but firmly as our cocks rub and grind into one another and I feel heat comin off our bruised bodies. Holdin onto ya in the kiss I pull us down to the canvas on our knees then break the kiss starin into them sexy eyes of yers. "How bout ya ride my cock with me on my back stud? I think my awesome coach oughta be the one on top controllin the action don’t you?"

Jason Lundquist

The feeling as you put your hands on my shoulders, as our cocks touch, is electric. Then you kiss me. Butterflies in my stomach. God. Something about that beard. And the mouth buried inside it. I smile at your suggestion. "That's...not my usual with stakes but I guess I'm at your command," I say, a mischievous gleam in my eyes. "But if it's okay with you, I'd like to lube up my seat first." I turn around on top of you, reverse mounting you, ass near your face, and I lean down, taking your huge cock into my mouth. I use my hips to start moving me up and down on it, my abs and chest sliding up and down you as I do. I try to get you deep, try to use my tongue to increase the friction. I taste the salty tang of precum, feel you engorging even more.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I drop on my back as we break the kiss and I let ya take control and I GASP out as I feel yer mouth take my 9 inch uncut cock down...well I aint gonna complain as I take that thick 8 incher of yers down and then ya find out I have no gag reflex as I SWALLOW every inch of yer cock down my throat...my hands grippin yer ass as get into a hot sweaty 69 workin each other's boners as my hands spread yer ass open...I get yer cock nice and wet and even get a taste of precum which I eagerly swallow then let yer cock go as I bring yer tight hole down on my furry mouth and start lickin and eatin that ass out for ya...ya did mention ya wanted to be lubed up for it. My tongue finds yer hole and pushes against it and feels it relax as I push my tongue in yer tight hole slowly...both our sweaty muscled bodies movin in sync.

Jason Lundquist

I gasp as your mouth takes my cock in, then again when your tongue enters me. Fuck, Dan, I think, unable to speak while my mouth is around you. I'm versatile, but usually not cock-hungry. But this...I want it in me. I gently withdraw my mouth, slide away from your expert ministrations, and return to a forward seated mount. I slide myself back, reach behind me to guide your cock into position, then...push myself down onto you. Fuuuucckkkk. It....hurts, but...good. Oh man. It's....a lot. Like a LOT. But god it feels... I can barely think. Keep...moving. I look down at you, see a smug, satisfied grin. You know how big it is. "Asshole," I whisper with a smirk, grabbing your hands and pinning them by your hips. Then I begin to ride. Up...down....up...down...slowly at first, but deep, and accelerating.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

Ya raise up and my tongue comes outta yer now lubed hole as I lay back and let ya get positioned how ya want it but I caint help but reach up and rub yer hard nipples as ya get yer butt ready and grab my big uncut meat...glad that I took out the PA before I came in...that ass is hot enough I want ya to feel all of my cock in ya and enjoy it. I watch as ya take it in...the head...then relaxin...then ya start to take it in inch by inch...yeah I know it’s big and thick...and not many guys wanna take it all the first time but my eyes go wide as...damn if ya don’t just take it ALL down to the base! Our eyes lock and give ya a half smirk and a wink and ya realize I know what yer thinkin. I hear that comment and see that smirk. Ya grab my hands pinnin at my sides as ya start ridin me...I tease ya a bit as ya take it all in I FLEX my cock inside yer hole making it THROB hard and I growl in a whisper "and ya love it stud". Aint often I got a hot sexy muscle stud like you on my dick and I want ya to enjoy it as long as ya want...my eyes watchin that big thick 8 incher of yers bobbin up and down smackin my stomach as it leaks precum.

Jason Lundquist

I don't answer your observation, but my cock does. It's leaking precum too. Every time you flex, every time I lower until you hit the prostate, I get closer. God. This is...insane. I let go of your hands, reposition myself so I'm a little lower, better angle. I put my hands behind my head, accelerating the ride. My legs, hips, ass, there's all screaming for rest. Training for my fight. Training with you. Lack of oxygen at the end. I'm...exhausted. But I don't want this to stop. I try to power through, try to ride you like a fucking steppe nomad, faster, harder, deeper. You won. You needed this win. I want you to feel the real spoils of that victory. I clench around you, trying to increase the pressure as I go. Fuck...fuck this is...FUCK. My verbal thinking deserts me. My whole consciousness is bent on riding this dick right now.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I grin wider as I see the absolute and total pleasure on yer face and I got a feelin that I’m one of the few who get to say they got that ass of yers and that thrills me all over. Ya let go of my hands and put yer hands behind yer head and I don't wait as I wrap one hand around that thick drippin tool of yers and start workin it up and down as my other hand goes back to yer chest workin yer hot nipples...my thumb work the head and pissslit of yer cock...my low rumblin voice comes out..."yeah...stud...that’s it...ride that big ol dick...feels good in there don’t it? I wanna see this big monster of yers blow so hard ya hit me in the face muscle man. Take that dick and make me blow. Cum with me tough man. Show me what a real champ's cum load looks like!!!"

Jason Lundquist

Your hand on my cock...that....husky voice...the twinge of pain as you work my nipples. Fuck...Fuck I want to. I want to finish on you. But my legs, hips...locking up. My efforts slow. Can't keep up the speed. But it's....what you want. Maybe I can get you to want something else. I stop bouncing up and down on you. Try to make it look intentional, and not the product of exhaustion. Still not a great liar. But I give you a challenging look. "Just might...take a break here for a minute, you know." I say with a cocky smirk. "Don't want to get too excited."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I feel ya slowin down on ridin my cock as I slow down on stroking yer dick. I see that look on yer face and I smirk back. "Whatssa matter, boy? Daddy too much for ya to handle? The big bad ass MMA fighter aint man enough to finish? Maybe I oughta just throw ya on yer back and take that ass! That what ya want stud?" I taunt ya as I THRUST in yer hole deep to make my point. "Guess ya young punks caint hang with a hung stud like me huh?" I tease ya again just to see what ya do.

Jason Lundquist

Fuck yeah, that's exactly what I want you to do, I think as you thrust into me, sending shivers up my spine and down my rod. I'm a little embarrassed to think it. And certainly too embarrassed to say it out loud. But I bet I can get you to do it without having to. "Like you could--'Daddy' wants to be ridden because he's too tired to do it himself."

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

That's all the invitation I need as I reach up and GRAB ya yer shoulders and LIFT ya off my dick and TWIST both of us hard...SLAMMIN yer back on the mat as I roll ON TOP of ya...I get yer legs up on my shoulders and then grab ya by yer throat playfully...not to choke ya but just to hold ya there as I grab my big cock and THRUST it back in that hole hard and deep drivin all of it into yer hole and growl, "Oh Daddy can do the drivin boy...now all you gotta do is enjoy the ride...smartass" I smirk down at ya as I let go of yer throat and grab that big cock of yers strokin it in time with thrusts deep in that hot tight hole of yers!

Jason Lundquist

"Oh fuck!" I shout as you flip us over. Goooooaaawddd. The feeling of you driving into me...hard...your hand on me. "Oh no," I grunt mockingly between gasps and yelps, "The beast has returned!" Oh fuck. You're so...strong. Every thrust seems like it's deeper, I know that's impossible but...my cock is throbbing in your hands, I feel my stomach tensing. I try to say something, seem to have lost the power of speech as you accelerate. It's incredible. It's...a little scary. I look up at you, a combination of pleasure, pain, satisfaction, and just a little fear. I don't remember ever feeling...controlled like this. Couldn't imagine before this moment that I might like it.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I hear that beast comment and chuckle and GROWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL...smirkin down at ya..."and the beast is horny as fuck stud" I thrust harder and deeper each timer and damn if yer ass don’t take every one my thrusts...this aint yer first rodeo that's for sure and I can tell this ass don’t get fucked often and that's fine with me...wouldn’t say no fuckin this ass on a regular basis and I sure as fuck intend to find out sometime if ya can fuck as damn good as ya get fucked. I keep workin yer thick cock faster and harder as well...leanin down toward ya...our mouths inches apart...I flick my tongue out at yer lips..."yeah muscle man...ya like this I can tell and I damn sure like it too...ya ready for me to FILL that ass up and MILK this big tool of yers or do ya want me to fuck that ass for...oh...another couple hours?" I taunt ya with a smirk.

Jason Lundquist

I'm well past being able to speak now, I just look up at you pleadingly. I nod vigorously, hoping you know that means I want you to keep driving hard until you cum in me. I'm...close. God, I'm so close. I feel it welling as you keep ramming. I whimper, the stimulation overcoming me. Then it happens: "aaa...ahhhahAAHHHHH" I moan, turning into a yell, or as loud a sound as I can make, as a final deep ram and your expert stroking finally send me over the edge. My stomach tenses, my toes curl, I drive my hamstrings down onto your shoulders, trying to move my hips further up to take more of you. I blast all the way up my chest, the first jets reaching my chin. I keep moaning with thrusts as my cock keeps spasming, keep trying to get my hips higher, get deeper around you, desperate to make you cum too, to make sure you get what you won.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I see that look in yer eyes and I know exactly what’s about to happen...I keep up the strokin on yer thick cock as I keep thrustin and drillin that hot tight ass of yers harder and rougher and meaner...this man lovin this...both of us so fuckin close we can both taste. My own balls churnin and I’m purty sure yers are the same. Just then, I hear that moan then it turns into a yell and that pushes ME over the edge as my cock explodesssssss...deep in yer hole eruptin thick hard ropes of man juice deep inside ya...our pent up loads just incredible...yer cock sprayin thick ropes all over yer chest and hittin yer chin...I ROARRRRRRRRRRRR out as my cock drives in and shoots so fuckin hard...this is fuckin pure nirvana right here! I caint resist as I feel our orgasms startin to subside together and I lean down and LICKKKKKKKKKKKKKK yer hot cum splatter off yer chin and savor it in my mouth with a smirk...both finally in that euphoric state just after shootin I slowly pull my dick from yer ass...almost regrettin that. As it comes out I drop yer legs to the canvas and squeeze out my last drops of cum on yer chest then lean down and LICKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK my tongue up yer body thru the mixed cum and end up at yer mouth and kiss ya hard and deep!

Jason Lundquist

I feel you cum, hear you roar, feel...happy...to have helped give you that. I'm too blissed out to think harder about it. You lick me, my chin, my body, then you kiss me, and the overstimulation starts to give way to peace, followed by a wave of exhaustion. Tension, weeks of tension, just...leaving me. I kiss you back, or I try to, but everything is so heavy, and it's all...fine. It's all good... My eyelids feel heavy. It's hard work keeping my eyes open. I stop doing it. In seconds I'm out. KOed again. I definitely prefer this method, though.

Dan Freyr-Sullivan

I chuckle as I raise up and see ya out...but not KOd...this hot man is dead tired and it’s up to me to get us outta here. I get to my feet and grab our trunks and gloves wrappin em up together then reach down and scoop ya up off the canvas and gently put ya over my shoulder and we head outta the mat room for the showers and then I think nah...I’m just gonna take this one home with me for the night...we can shower there and I'll lay him down in my big bed and let him get some well-earned sleep and rest with...of course...me holdin him against me all night long. I switch the lights off in the mat room and close the door thinkin "well somebody'll clean it up" I grin as I carry ya with me outta the buildin and head for home.

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Published: 2026-05-10, viewed 87 times.