Shapeshifter's blog

Another short story that came to me this morning :)

Begins:

I was already half awake when I felt my boyfriend stir, rolling towards me to curl an arm over my shoulder. It was only the third time he’d stayed over, the plan to catch up for food after work lovingly evolving to a full evening together and him staying the night, pre-hanging his shirt up on the door before bed to wear again the following day. This manoeuvre into big spoon had already become a habit of his that I was fast becoming attached to, this morning however it would be different. This morning I would learn he liked to wrestle.

“You awake?” he whispered, his left arm finding its way between my shoulder and the pillow to slide under my neck, his right now wandering beneath the duvet to find my chest and stomach, his fingertips feeling their way to the waistband of my briefs and now tucking under my t-shirt, exploring their way back up to lightly stroke my chest.

I didn’t answer verbally but entirely against all my will I gently shivered at the amazing feel of his bed-warm touch. Even without, he could probably feel my heart racing.

A light kiss brushed against the back of my neck, before his lips moved to my right ear, his stubble grazing my skin as the arm that had slid to be under my neck now curled up and wrapped around it, pulling me into him and applying a light choke whilst his other hand continued to stroke my chest “Yeah, you’re awake” his tongue found my earlobe “Fancy a wrestle?”

My eyes opened wide in surprise as his arms gripped me fully and he rolled on to his back, pulling me on top of him where his legs worked their way from under the duvet and wrapped around my own. He arched his back a little and I felt my body simultaneously stretched and restrained as he held for a few seconds then relaxed, but kept me wrapped up, his height advantage working all the more to his benefit.

With his legs securing me in place his arms uncurled and slid up to lock over mine at the shoulder with his hands behind my head. Again he stretched, this time pushing forwards lightly for the nelson to take effect and held it there, my legs starting to kick to break free but his legs tightening around them in reply. His breaths were getting more excited beneath me as he arched his back again, holding it this time and extending further until I had no choice but to submit. He relaxed and held the nelson in place a few more seconds, then unlocked his legs and released my arms, sliding from under me to quickly secure me on my back with a firm hand on my chest.

It was autumn already and dark outside, the only light available to us in the bedroom was the light blue from my digital clock display, but it was more than enough for me to make out his handsome features, and to see that he was looking directly down into my eyes. He moved as if to kiss, I raised my head in response, but his lips only grazed lightly then he pulled away and with a laugh in his voice I heard “Not yet”

He moved along the bed, took my legs at the ankle and pulled me down.

“If you want to kiss my lips you better kiss my arse first”

My heart exploded - I wanted to retaliate, I wanted to feel the challenge of his strength as he got me back under control - but I didn’t want to break his train of thought or interrupt his plan. I was still reeling that he was a wrestler, and now he was into this!

He moved up the bed beside me on all fours, a hand back on my chest to keep me in place (as though I was ever going to move!) as he turned above me and moved to straddle my chest, my arms pinned beneath his legs. The dim glow highlighted his glutes and back before he settled down and my world went dark, buried in his ass as he first settled, lifted back up, then settled back down, moving his hips to wriggle me deeper.

I heard a relaxed breath from him as his hands went back to exploring my chest and stomach, his fingers lightly stroking my skin, sending shivers through my body, my leg hairs standing on end. I felt his glutes flex and relax a few times - was that to taunt? To move me deeper in? - either way, it felt amazing, but my lungs were starting to burn, I didn’t want to break free, but I did need to breathe.

I reluctantly tapped the bed as best I could and he lifted slightly, enough for me to breathe but just enough that his cotton briefs still touched my nose. There was a heady mix of night-before shower and his own natural masculine scent with each inhale.

“Where's that kiss?” he commanded, and I complied without hesitation, raising my head to first kiss the left and then the right side

“Good boy, now, deep breath” he ordered, lifting each leg in turn to free my arms then on full inspiration he settled back down, this time his hands abandoning their stroking exploration to take hold of and part his glutes, burying me fully in their thick, curved depths. He settled back, I felt more of his weight upon me, and instinctively I squirmed again, the pleasure of the pin, the feel of his weight and the dominance of his words and actions causing excited knots in my stomach.

For close to a minute I held on without air, my legs rhythmically flexing and relaxing, sliding and kicking, my hands moving up to grab his glutes, feeling their fullness and shape, padding and vainly pushing at them, feeling the way they moulded perfectly to seal my face between and beneath them. On my breathless tap he lifted, his briefs again upon my nose as I gasped lungfuls of air

“That was” I breathed “Oh my god, that was amazing”

“If you liked that” he said coolly “You’re going to love this” and with a tilt at his hips he leant forward, his legs moving into action to circle and coil around my head, drawing me helplessly between them and back face-first into the glutes that now flexed to welcome and secure me. His thick legs locked me in place and I felt a building pressure as he applied a long, slow squeeze, drawing it out as one does for pleasure, not for submission.

Just as I reached the limit of what I could take of the crush they expertly delivered and was about to reluctantly signal my surrender, the constriction slowly eased, holding me in place a moment longer before the legs that had been in a figure-four now shifted to straight leg.

He rolled to his side, taking me effortlessly with him bound in his scissor grip and reached down, his hand on the back of my head as his legs temporarily parted and he pulled me higher still between them, re-lacing them around me and locking his legs at the ankle. He raised himself on one elbow, relaxing as he set about demonstrating his control of his muscle and strength, building the pressure, maintaining, building further, holding, and then at the point of a tap releasing back to 10% of what they could deliver. I’d known guys I’d met for matches do this before, this was to sap my strength, and I’d loved it. Every. Single. Time.

I moaned with every building pulse of pressure. The sensation was incredible, and my vocalisations spurred him on, I could hear in his own groans and breaths that he too was loving this.

With a prolonged squeeze, this time leaving me no choice but to submit to him, he released the hold and quickly flipped around, using his legs to ensnare my head now in a forward headscissor, my face pulled deep into his crotch by the grip of his hands once again as his ankles re-secured the hold and that rhythmic squeeze and release continued.

With this biceps flexed, his back arched and his legs outstretched he squeezed me back into repeated submission, my hands first grabbing his thighs to part them but rapidly distracted to the role of worship by the thick musculature I could feel rippling and working beneath his taut, hot skin. I tapped them urgently when I could take no more and he eased the crushing pressure, pulling me now into a figure four as he relaxed, the physical weight and shape of his thighs holding me easily against his crotch.

We rested for barely a minute before he slowly released me and moved to be beside me, easing me on to my back where I lay with my eyes closed, smiling widely, my memory fiercely recording every second, sight and sensation.

“Shower time” he declared, and I finally got my kiss before I felt him lift from the bed and head off to the bathroom.