rangard's blog

He told me, early in round one, that he was going to take me apart, pin me, and then strip me. So far, so good. He was true to his word. I was naked, and he seemed to be well on his way to making good on the second promise which was to make me come, and then he'd have his way with me. I was weakened and trying to get myself together...I needed a break, he needed to make a mistake.

"Come on, chief...time to face the music," he said as he grabbed his crotch and stood me up by my head...ready to continue his beat down into round two. But, to my surprise, he was naked too. He'd stripped himself! It was a cocky (forgive the pun) move and it was the break I was looking for! He figured he had me and could get away with anything...but now all I had to do was pin him and we'd be tied. If I could just find an opening to stun him or knock him out, I could kick his ass and he'd never recover for round three. It wasn't going to be easy because I knew he was going for the ultimate end of the match (me cumming) rather than just another pin...which he could probably do easily right away. Hubris, it's what's for dinner.

And I was right...he went right for my cock and pushed me up against the wall and started pounding away at it. He was hard, I was hard...it was a race to see who could get to the end first. I could feel my body giving in to his wanking...it felt so good and he had me pinned to the wall. It was like being in one of my fantasies. But in that moment I did what any red-blooded gay would do, I grabbed his cock too. Only I wasn't being nice...I grabbed his balls and squeezed with all my might. He immediately stopped what he was doing and groaned. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I reversed the roles and pushed him into the wall, squeezing his balls as if the good name of "Destroyer" depended on it.

I let go and landed a knee to the groin. He crumpled to his knees and this was exactly the break I was looking for. I was now feeling a lot stronger and ready to make this guy pay for the ambush at the beginning of the night.

He was rolling around on the mat in the fetal position when I picked him by the hair and rammed his face into the mat. It dazed him. I grabbed his hair again and rammed it into the mat again. I picked him up and got him in a headlock and ground my forearm into his recently bruised face...then I dropped again and rammed into the mat another time. I did it again...as much in anger as in my excitement with turning the tide and being on top for a change.

He was on the mat face down trying to get up. As he pushed himself up, I kicked his side and he flipped over on his back. I dropped on top of his face, my knees on either side, rammed his face into my crotch..."How does that feel, huh?" as I rubbed his face against my cock, "Hard to breath with your face buried in a man's crotch?" As violently as possible, I rolled over with his face in my crotch and when I hit my back, I wrapped my legs around his head. I had him in a leg scissors with his face in my balls. I'm sure it was hard for him to breathe, but he had also been weakened by the face drops. I had some leg strength left, so I felt secure in having him here for a while. At least I could use this time to recover a little bit. As he tried to get out of it, I slammed my fist into his head. "Knock it off, 'Boomer.'" (I thought that was funny but he wasn't laughing). He tried to escape again, I smacked him a few times again. I squeezed just enough to make him think his head might burst...and he gave up trying to escape. While I had him there, I was planning my next move.

I was sitting up and he was facing down, his head between my legs. I delivered a couple more shots to his skull and then let go of the hold...he was relieved and was trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. I jumped up and put him in a Boston Crab before he could roll over...I got really low in the hold and he started screaming for his mommy. I told him to submit...he didn't answer, he just groaned and pounded his fist against the mat. I was determined to hold this for a while...he needed to be weakened and these holds weren't costing me a lot of energy. He must have been so pissed his plan wasn't working.

I released the hold, but while he was there on his face, I stepped onto his knees, locked his legs around mine, grabbed his arms, and fell back into a Mexican surfboard. Again, not a lot of work on my part, but it was doing the trick to the Bomber. He was getting bombed. "Hey Bomber...how's it feel to get bombed by the Destroyer?" I thought that was funny too, but evidently he wasn't in the mood for humor.

I released the hold after a few minutes of torture by catapulting him into the mat. He landed with a thud and a groan. I saw my chance, and I scrambled over, turned him on his back, cradled his head in my arms and pulled a leg up over his head, and pinned him. "One, two, three...mother fucker," I whispered closely in his face so that our lips were almost touching.

And just like that, tie ball game (pun intended). He'd made the mistake of stripping himself and so now the next round was for keeps. He had me dead to rights about 5 minutes ago, but now I felt rejuvenated and he was the one groaning...I took that to be a good sign too. I was going to finish what I came here to do. I'd had enough of his bullshit, frankly.

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, got up from the pin, and walked over to the bell, and rang it about twenty times. It was a short round and I was hoping I'd done enough damage to keep the momentum going into the final round. I was still sore, but stronger...he was the one groaning and naked on the mat.

But this time it was I who got to ring the bell for Round 3.