The Wrestler - Part 8

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"I'm so proud of you son" my dad beamed from across the table.

"Dad, I didn't beat the guy, he got disqualified" I explained for the third time, though my father's admiration was making me feel a whole lot better about the win.

"It's not about winning or losing" he explained "you went out there and you did your best, and you did it in front of all of those people. When you were younger, Conor, you could hardly get on a bus".

My dad looked like he was beginning to well up, and so I smiled warmly and we finished our meal.

"I'm gonna go out tonight" I told him, gauging his reaction.

"Good!" He exclaimed "those guys owe you a drink after that".

"Yeah" I laughed "a drink".

By the time I reached the bar it was still quite early. The sun remained high in the sky and even as I crossed the mostly empty parking lot, I could hear the team inside.

"Here's the champ!" A young man named Zach grinned as I entered.

Instantly, huge arms swarmed me and I felt myself being dragged into a powerful bear hug. I knew exactly who it was.

"Hey Jackson" I croaked as he squeezed the life out of me.

"You little warrior" he said, taking my cheeks in his hand and smiling the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face.

"What are you having to drink?" He continued, taking me under his arm and walking me toward the bar.

"Just a Coke I guess" I told him, looking around the old bar to find that it was populated only be the team.

"Bullshit. Hey Kyle, can you get my friend here a Jack and Coke".

"Jackson!" I hissed as the young, and quite attractive Asian barman studied me.

"What?" He laughed as the barman approached.

"Have you got ID kid?" He asked, glaring down at me.

He only looked a few years older than me, but he carried an air of authority that I wasn't about to mess with.

"Just a Coke is fine" I squirmed "I'm uh... I don't have my ID"

He scanned me again, his eyes working from my feet to my head, and then a large grin spread across his face.

"I'm just fucking with you bro" he chuckled and began preparing the drink.

"That's Kyle" Jackson laughed "his old man owns the bar and Coach rented it for the whole night".

The entire day just kept getting better and better, and as I sat at the bar with Jackson and Colin, I couldn't help but smile to myself.

We continued drinking for an hour or two until the effects began to take over and I felt even better. This was turning into the best day of my life.

"Alright gentlemen" Jackson called, and the whole pub fell silent as they turned to look at him.

He stood up, his biceps bulging in his t-shirt as he placed his strong hand on my shoulder and spoke.

"We won today" he beamed "and we all gave one hundred and ten percent, but I think we can all agree that Conor has worked his little ass off".

The team laughed, as did I.

"So in recognition for his hard work and dedication" Jackson continued, and I smirked.

"I think we owe our young teammate a special thanks. Oz, get the door".

I glanced from Jackson to Oz, my heart racing as the young man locked the door and returned.

"What are you doing?" I asked Jackson who grinned at me.

"It's time for your reward, bro" he explained, and my eyes widened as they fell on Kyle.

"Don't worry about him" he laughed "he's seen far worse".

Jackson led me to the centre of the room where a pool table sat empty, and the team began to crowd around us in a circle.

"What's a cute young boy doing in a dirty old place like this?" Jackson asked, a devilish grin on his face as he reached for my jacket zipper and began to lower it slowly.

I laughed awkwardly and felt a hand around my head as Colin moved close.

"Such an innocent young buck, ain't you?" He added, and the role play was beginning to make my cock stiffen in my underwear.

"I bet we could turn him into a depraved little cock slut" Zach whispered, and I was now fully surrounded by hot wrestlers.

My jacket fell to the floor and my t-shirt began sliding up over my body, exposing my smooth chest and nipples.

"We're gonna do dirty things to you" Jackson breathed, taking my face in his strong hand and leaning so close I could smell the mint from his Mojito.

"Get his arms boys" Colin ordered and I felt my entire body being lifted onto the pool table behind me.

My back lay against the felt as gently, my arms were pulled above my head and I felt soft fabric tightening around my wrists.

"Now you have no choice" Jackson whispered, standing between my legs and running his hand down the centre of my chest.

"Sorry" Michael Bunsen interrupted awkwardly, and everyone including me, turned to him.

"I just want to make it clear that you do, in fact, have a choice" he told me, patting me on the head like a dog. "What?" He growled to the others "I'm just saying. Consent is important".

"It's a fucking role play dude, shut up" Colin scoffed.

Jackson tried to wipe the smile from his face as he continued down my stomach until he reached my jeans. I was trembling, but not in fear.

"I wonder what all these nasty men are going to do with you" Jackson snarled, popping open the button of my jeans with one hand and sliding the zipper down.

I gasped, my hips thrusting into nothing as my cock ached in it's confines.

"I bet they're going to have a lot of fun with you, boy" Colin whispered into my ear, rubbing my cheek softly. "We all are".

With one yank, my jeans were around my knees and only my white boxer briefs were containing my raging boner.

"Looks like someone's having a good time" Oz smirked, his fingers now squeezing my left nipple firmly, as it erected in his grasp.

My shoes were pulled off one by one, followed by both socks and then my jeans were removed completely. The whole scenario was sending surges of intense pleasure through my body as I writhed against the binds.

Every edge of the pool table was now crowded with wrestlers, all of them staring intently at my mostly naked body as Jackson continued to lead the way.

I felt his hands run up the inside of my thighs, like electricity coursing through me, and I gasped as he reached my crotch.

"Let' see what he's hiding" he sneered, trailing his finger down the underside of my cock through the fabric.

I moaned, and instantly felt my cheeks flush, but nobody batted an eyelid as Jackson began to remove my last shred of clothing.

I looked down as he did it, watching as the band ran across my smooth pubic area, revealing the base first as my solid cock was forced downwards, between my legs.

"Fuck" I breathed, my hips moving of their own accord.

More and more of my tool became visible to the crowd, but I wasn't embarrassed anymore. I gasped again as it sprung back and slapped against my belly. I was naked now, and ready.

Jackson pulled off his shirt and discarded it in the corner before crawling onto the table and straddling me. It felt like training all over again, but this was certainly better.

He lowered his head, and I shook with excitement as he kissed my neck ravenously. I felt my legs being spread and more velvet fabric being wrapped gently around my ankles, keeping them apart as Jackson lapped at my collar.

I could have quite easily blown my load there and then, but I was too preoccupied with the sight of my best friend licking me seductively.

He moved down my chest, taking my nipple against his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. I moaned again, but the noise was dulled as Jackson moved and his lips pressed against mine.

I hadn't expected it. It had been shocking enough that they were prepared to get sexual with me, but a kiss. That was beyond sexual.

His tongue entered my mouth eagerly, and I returned the favour. It wasn't just a kiss either, it was passionate, and loving.

His hands moved across my head, messing my hair as we embraced until slowly he left, trailing his tongue down my chest and kissing my tender body. My breathing was heavy and laboured.

I waited for him to reach it. To finally give me some release as I oozed pre-cum into my bellybutton. He pressed his wet lips against it, slurping the juices out and skipped my junk as he began kissing the inside of my leg.

"Please" I moaned, but Colin stood above me now, his crotch over my head.

"You want us to let you cum?" He asked, and his voice was low and sexy.

"Yes" I gasped "please".

There was a rumble of laughter from the crowd as Colin ran his finger across my lips.

"We will" he whispered into my ear, his breath hot and heavy as he took the lobe between his teeth and nibbled playfully.

Jackson was at my foot now, kissing the bridge before running his tongue up my sole. I wriggled and they laughed again.

"You guys ready?" Kyle called from the bar, and I'd almost forgotten he was there.

I felt a wave of embarrassment as the bar man walked over with a tray in his hand and stood next to my completely naked body, my erection twitching beneath him.

"Thanks bro" Jackson said, taking the tray from Kyle who nodded and walked away.

"Here's the deal, boy" he grinned, sliding his strong hand between my legs again and causing me to flinch.

"We've got twenty shots of tequila here" he explained, and I watched in horny interest as he continued.

"We're gonna line them up all over your pretty little body, and then we're gonna drink them".

As hot as the idea sounded, I couldn't make sense of it.

"But there's a catch" he grinned, squeezing my leg.

"The number of shots that you spill, will be the number of times that you'll cum tonight".

My eyes widened as full shot glasses began to be placed across my trembling body.

Jackson leaned down to me now so that only I could hear him.

"Now do you understand why we'll be here all night?" He whispered, and the shiver that rushed through me caused two shot glasses to spill down my chest.