A New Kind of Pleasure

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The lighting in the locker room always made me look that tiny bit better. I took a glance either side until I was safe in the knowledge that the rest of the guys were still out on the mats, and slowly peeled the blue singlet down my chest.

I was in good shape, which was unsurprising, really. College wrestling was a far cry from the high school days that I’d been used to, but I wasn’t complaining. As good as I was, there was the added benefit of having muscular hunks to grapple and squeeze.

I pulled the sweaty singlet to my waist and studied myself in the mirror. My pecs were coming on nicely. That was probably my favourite part of my body. Solid, meaty, splashed with a carpet of black hair, and then there were my nipples. Each, the size of a quarter when soft, and a dime when hard. Admittedly, they were far more pronounced than most other guys’, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed, either.

I was a popular guy, surrounded by popular guys. They played a lot, just like most college students did, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d been the butt of their jokes.

“If you weren’t so damn hairy” one of the guys from the team once told me, “I’d suck the fuck out of those juicy ass nipples”.

Sometimes I wondered if I did shave my chest, would I be more likely to seduce the straight, athletic heartthrobs? It was unlikely, but one could dream.

The winter had been harsher than usual. I wasn’t particularly bothered by it, but it was taking a considerable toll on wrestling practice. Most of the guys were a little less eager to venture out in a snow storm, so numbers were dwindling. With only one more session before the end of the semester, it wasn’t looking likely that anybody would show up, but Jesus did.

That might sound like some sort of religious awakening, but Jesus was another wrestler, though he was a weight class lower, and admittedly, one of the most attractive men I knew.

We got on quite well, even outside wrestling. We’d spent many a night at the bar together, and I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it for more than just his company. Jesus was a real looker. The guys used to rag on him for it, but he took it well. He was a pretty boy, for sure, and although he was lean, he had some steel hard muscles that put even me to shame.

The two of us trained together that day, which meant an entire hour of groping and being groped, all in the name of sport. Damn, I loved wrestling.

When we finally finished up, the two of us were drenched in sweat. We returned to the empty locker rooms, and shot the shit along the way.

“Are you going home for the holidays?” I asked casually, as we both stripped out of our singlets.

“Not sure yet” he shrugged, “my house mate is gone home, so I have the place to myself. It sounds a hell of a lot better than spending Christmas with my insufferable mom”. We both laughed, and I caught a quick glimpse of the stunning young man naked.

“How about you?”

I turned around, my singlet barely covering my cock, and shrugged. “Maybe” I said, and just as I did, Jesus’ eyes scanned down my body, and stopped at my chest.

“Nice nipples” he grinned, and before I could reply with something witty, he said “look pretty suckable”.

The words stunned me. Sure, I’d heard it before, but not like this. Not whilst we were alone, with nobody around to share the laughter with. He continued watching me, and I felt my cheeks blush.

“What?” He chuckled, and took a step forward, “you’re not embarrassed, are you?”

“What? No” I scoffed, forcing a laugh, and then he reached forward, pinched one between his thumb and finger, and I gasped. I’d never realised how very sensitive they actually were.

The feeling sent waves of pleasure down through my body, and within seconds, I felt myself swell. I’d already stripped out of my singlet, so now the only thing that could hide my excitement was my hand. I grabbed my plump cock, and swung around, praying that Jesus hadn’t noticed.

Silence fell as I desperately tried to rid myself of the troublesome boner. None of the guys knew I was gay, and I had planned on keeping it like that. I took a breath and waited to hear him continue to change, but what he said next made me gawp.

“Don’t hide it” he smirked, and my eyes widened as I looked back at him. He remained in place, a devious grin across his handsome face, and twirled his finger. “Come on, man” he said, “turn around and show me”.

I choked out another awkward laugh. What the fuck was happening? I waited for him to crack up, but something about his demeanour had changed. His eyes were a little narrower, and his voice was a little sterner.

“Show me your boner, man” he demanded, and there wasn’t a hint of laughter in his voice.

I don’t know why, but something about his dominance clicked something in my brain. I turned my naked body back to him, and he nodded.

“Put your hands behind your back” he said, and my heart raced in my chest as I obeyed him.

Jesus nodded his head again and rubbed his chin. “I always knew it” he said, more to himself than to me. “I always knew you were a fag”.

I wasn’t sure whether to be offended or turned on. My unwavering erection continued to pulse as he stared at it, and then without warning, Jesus was on me.

He shoved me backwards, sending me crashing into the lockers behind me, and before I had a chance to defend myself, his hands were pinning me in place, and his mouth brushed over my nipple.

“What the fuck, man?!” I gasped, my eyes rolling as he slipped his warm, wet tongue around one. My breath became lodged in my throat as it hardened.

“You like this, huh?” He sneered, sucking on my chest as I moaned, “you like having your nipples sucked?”

I couldn’t answer him. How the fuck had this just happened? One of the hottest guys in the college was doing something I had only ever dreamed of. I winced as he sunk his teeth into it, and shoved him off.

“Dude!” I grimaced, rubbing my wet chest, and he grinned at me with an evil seduction in his eyes.

“You’re coming over to my place” he told me, “nobody’s home, so we’re gonna have some fun”.

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. I couldn’t make sense of it, but how could I refuse my biggest fantasy? Despite the fact that I had always been the dominant sort, there was something overwhelmingly hot about being treated like this.

I nodded my head, still shocked at what had just happened, and Jesus began to dress. “You won’t need these” he told me, yanking my underwear from my hands, “I want you nice and ready when we get back to my place”.

The journey was both arousing and confusing. We barely spoke, but as he drove, he continued to shoot hungry glances in my direction. I could see by the bulge in his pants that I wasn’t the only one who was excited. I’d been leaking pre-cum since the moment he’d first touched me, and I hadn’t stopped since.

“Get inside” he said, as we pulled up outside his place. I nervously opened the door, and he followed me in.

It was just like one would expect a college student’s shared house to be. It was messy, dark, and smelled like cock. Even that turned me on. “Straight through” he said, and I continued to walk until I entered the bedroom.

Discarded socks, jocks and sweaty clothes lay strewn around the room. He walked by me, over to the bed, and my eyes widened as he reached down and pulled a black cuff from beneath the mattress. He did the same at all four corners, until I realised he owned one of those under-mattress bondage contraptions. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“Strip” he snapped, waking me from my day dream. I instantly peeled my t-shirt over my head, and continued undressing until I was naked.

“Still hard, huh?” He grinned, and slapped my cock. “Let’s see what we can do about that”.

The words had barely left his mouth and we were wrestling. Part of me didn’t want to win, and the other part couldn’t, even if I had. He was incredibly strong, and an inch or two taller, so within a few seconds, Jesus had thrown me onto the bed, and was eagerly fastening my limbs in place. “You’re all mine, now” he snarled, and I wasn’t one bit upset about it.

I had no idea what to expect. Was he going to be one of those sadists who’d beat the shit out of me? Or maybe he’d try to fuck me, which didn’t sound all that appealing considering I was a strict top. Jesus got naked a moment later, and straddled me. I felt the warm tip of his meaty cock as it began to leak pre-cum onto my chest, and then he returned his mouth to my nipple, and slowly licked.

“Oh fuck, man” I groaned, squirming in the restraints as my nipples stiffened once more, “that feels so fucking good”.

He didn’t answer me this time. Instead, the handsome young man continued to work me with his mouth and tongue. He dragged his teeth back and forth, before sucking the little nub into his mouth. He bit gently, then less gently. He teased each one, pinched them between his fingers, twisted, kissed, tickled and lapped, and all the while, my entire body trembled with pleasure.

I’d been jerking off for as long as I could remember, but that didn’t even come close to what I was feeling now. Every little flick made my cock strain. Every slight lick caused my muscles to clench up, and Jesus seemed to only be getting started.

I wanted nothing more than to grab my cock and pump myself to an orgasm that was only moments away. I had no idea how he’d gotten me this far by touching nothing more than my nipples, but it didn’t matter. I was bound in place, and Jesus was becoming more and more eager.

Ten minutes passed, then twenty. I looked over at the clock, and after an hour of the young man greedily toying with my overly sensitive nipples, I was sure I’d pass out from the pleasure.

“Please make me cum!” I begged, unsure if I’d survive another round. “I’m so fucking horny, man, please”.

He smiled sadistically at me, before twisting my nipples again. I was drenched in sweat, and the exciting pain made me whimper.

“Such a big tough guy” he slithered, returning his mouth to my chest, where he suckled on me for another full hour.

I felt delirious. My eyelids were heavy, and my brain was mush. I’d heard of edging before, but nothing like this. Without even touching my frustrated cock, Jesus was taking me to heights that I never knew existed.

The sensitivity was both a blessing and a curse. Even his breath was making me moan. Feeling the warmth of him wash over me as another hour passed, and then finally it happened.

With Jesus’ mouth around one nipple, and his fingers twisting and squeezing the other, something I never though possible occurred. My balls began to churn, my breath froze in my lungs, and the familiar feeling of orgasm began to seep through me, in a way that I’d never experienced before.

My cock twitched of it’s own accord, gently at first, but becoming more and more violent as my balls erupted. I squirmed on the bed, dragging against the binds that kept me spread eagle. He didn’t stop. His teeth and tongue continued to tease, even as ropes of sperm exploded from my throbbing cock and doused my naked, sweaty body.

Everything tingled. I stiffened in parts that I didn’t even know could stiffen. More and more cum gushed from me, draining my entire body until my balls were empty, and I was exhausted.

After hours of tantalising teasing, Jesus sat up and smiled as he studied the mess that I’d made. My body was damp with fluid, from spit and sweat, to cum and pre. He rubbed it in, but had yet to actually touch my cock.

“I want to keep you nice and horny” he told me, brushing his finger gently over my wet, flaccid prick. “So I’ve been thinking”.

I watched through half open eyes as he reached under the bed and a moment later, he pulled a small cage out. I could hardly even lift my head after the orgasm, so I lay there, bound and helpless as he fixed the cage over my sensitive cock.

“I’ll take it off before practice, but for the rest of the year, I control your orgasms”.

And that was that. Jesus kept me permanently locked in chastity until graduation, but stuck to his promise of releasing me for practice. Despite that, he kept me nice and drained using nothing more than my nipples.