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Chris was on my back, his sweaty Speedo-clad body wrapped around me – the crook of his right arm's elbow locked under my chin. Both of my hands were grabbing his forearm, my fingers trying desperately to pry him off enough so I could breathe. “UNNNNNHHHHHHH!” I roared through clenched teeth.

“You’re going OUT Brian!!” Chris grunted in obvious exertion.

His arm was slick from sweat, as were my hands – making it difficult for me to dislodge him from my carotid arteries. As I felt his left hand cup the back of my head – I knew I had to get free or this fall would be over. I surely didn’t want to tap – or worse – to be put to sleep!

We were a good forty-five minutes into the match. Already we had subbed each other twice, wrestling under our “five minute” rule. Once you sub your opponent, he has to let you put him in whatever hold you want and the victor gets five minutes to work the loser's package.

This was a first to cum loses match, so losing a sub meant you had to endure long enough to not shoot your load. After the time was up – we return to our feet to wrestle until the next sub.

Over the last few matches we implemented a few rule modifications. After the first sub against your opponent you could not reach inside of his Speedo.You could, however, do anything you wanted to him from the outside of his Speedo. Each successive sub added one minute to the time you got to work your opponent over – so 2d sub was 6 minutes, 3rd sub 7 and so forth.

At the second sub and beyond you could reach in his Speedo, lube him, jerk him, suck him – whatever it took to make him cum. After the third sub on your opponent each time you won thereafter you could call “Booster” which meant that if you won the next sub you got 2 extra minutes – but if you lost a round that you called booster then your opponent gets three extra minutes on you.

This would be the third sub against me if Chris was able to make me tap – which meant a 7 minute work over. I’d already endured two falls, and my dick was pretty welled up ready to explode. Chris' dick was in roughly the same boat as me, however.

I knew this because I won the last fall. After my last sub on Chris I had put his head into a fig 4 lock while I laid across his body. For the first minute I lightly stroked his cock and balls from outside his tight white with blue stars Speedo.

The Speedos we were wearing had a pouch like front – so our cocks and balls were there for the taking. Our Speedos had no liners, so we felt every stroke, touch and sensation the other applied. After that minute of teasing him from the outside, and since it was my second sub of him, I pulled his Speedo down around his knees and alternatively sucked and stroked his cock and balls. By the end of the six minutes his knob was almost purple and his body was shuddering with each stroke and he moaned loudly. I almost had him.

But I couldn't finish him off before the time sounded - so we wrestled on.

Which led to me fighting off Chris' rear naked choke hold. I tried to roll to get free – but that didn’t work – Chris was on his back with my back on his torso. His arm was still tight around my neck I was losing strength. He wrapped his legs Indian style around my thighs and waist, digging his toes into my pouched package.

“It’s appropriate that I have you in a pink Speedo!” he snarled, “given that you lost to me last time too!”

“I haven’t….lost….......yet….” I tried to reply as I blacked out.

I awoke on my side with my neck in sort of leg scissors – all I could see was the back of Chris’ calves. His skinny ankles crossed above my head – and the light blond hair on his legs was pressing into my face. He had my body twisted so that he could alternatively work and suck me if he wanted – my pink Speedo had been pulled down around my ankles and I felt Chris tickling my nuts. They were recessing into my body cavity and getting harder as he teased me .

“You awake yet Sleeping Beauty?” he taunted.

“Yeah…” I said groggily, “how much time is left?”

“Haven’t started the timer on my phone yet – waiting for you to wake up.”

“BASTARD!” I yelled, feeling my man juices welling up, “Start the timer already! How long have you been stroking me?”

“I dunno. Just a few seconds after I got you in this nasty hold!” he said, squeezing his legs together around my skull. “Okay, I’m starting it now!”

“ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH” I moaned, both in pain but also in pleasure. I felt Chris wipe some sweat from my torso and use it to stroke my knob. I squirmed as he applied pressure up and down my shaft. My toes started to curl – something that I try not to let happen as it shows my opponent that his work is affecting me.

Chris started to laugh, “THERE’S THE TOE CURL!” he said in glee – as one hand worked the underside of my balls while the other continued the stroking.

“You ought to deduct a minute since you’ve been working me at least that long before I came to.”

“Nope. You have to be awake for it to count.”

Since I couldn’t see what he was about to do to me the anticipation of the next sensation got me that much harder and closer to climax. Over the next few minutes I felt him wrap his lips and tongue around my cock and suck me, he tickled then licked my nuts, licked the inside of my thighs, and lubed me up and stroked me.

“You are a squirmy wormy!” he extolled. I WAS squirming – which is something that you’re not supposed to do when you are being worked per our unofficial rules, but I couldn’t help it. I felt like I was reaching the point of no return. But as my breathing got shallow and I got close, Chris would back off – edging me unmercifully.

Over the course of the seven minutes he would take me up to the brink then back off time and again. He could finish me at any time now. I wondered if he wanted to finish me off this fall or wanted to torture me some more.

I had my answer when the alarm went off. I was almost wishing it hadn’t and that I had cum. As we unwrapped our bodies – Chris’ deep blue eyes looked at me the way a cat stares at prey he is about to devour, sweat dripping from his blond locks, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Ready for more?” He taunted.

I pulled my bright pink Speedo back on and tied the drawstring, “You made a mistake not finishing me off when you could,” I said, slowly getting to my feet. My hard on was evident. My dick was leaking precum, forming a darker spot in the front of my pouch. But Chris had a precum stain too. If I could just sub him this time maybe I could pull the match out, I thought.

“I’m calling Booster.” Chris said – smiling ever so slightly. That would mean that if he subbed me he’d get 10 minutes, not eight. But if I won I’d get the same 10 minutes since my third sub on him would have been 7 plus the three bonus for winning a booster fall that the other guy calls. Ten minutes is an eternity. One of us would definitely lose in the next fall.

Without replying, I lunged quickly at him, trying to surprise him but it didn’t work. We locked arms with one arm on the back of each other’s head, dancing around. Sweat dripped into my eyes, making it tough to see. Since I’m the more muscular of us, I pressed my weight against his chest while wrapping my right leg behind his left – he went down with me on top!

I scrambled to apply a submission hold so as to even the match.

“Oh FUCK YOU I’m not falling for an arm bar!” he yelled extending his arm high above his head to thwart my move pulling me down with his other arm into a half guard. I had a half mount on him, but couldn’t get the full. Our muscular legs struggled against one another, each of us grunting and groaning.

“I’m going to edge you like you just edged me!” I said while trying to take his side. If I could get some leverage I might be able to cradle or spladle him. That didn’t work so I went to his legs – maybe I could get him in a crab or a leg bar.

Bad move. He twisted his torso as one knee popped me in the chest, sliding down my torso as he locked his ankles. I was in a friggin scissors around my gut.

“GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOAAAAAA” Chris yelled locking them on good and tight.

“FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!” I yelled in agony, trying to pry his legs off my midsection, flipping around like a fish on the deck of a boat.

“I’M NOT LETTING UP!” Chris yelled driving his knee into my diaphragm, making it hard to breathe.

“DAMN IT!” I yelled, tapping. The pain was too much. Chris flexed his legs one more time for good measure, “UUUNNNNNHHHHHHGGGGG – STOP IT! I TAPPED!”

Lying on the mat staring at the ceiling in disgust, I realized that Chris was going to have a full ten minutes to do me in. He walked on his knees up my torso in a sort of school boy-pin – flexing his muscles, sweat from his chest dripping down on my face. He pulled my face into his Speedo.

“HAR HAR HAR!” he roared. “You’re MINE! And when you cum you know the stakes!” He released my head so I was looking back up at him.

I just stared back.

“Oh – you’re a TOUGH guy now!” he smirked as he reached back feeling along my Speedo to the drawstring, which he pulled to release. I bent my knees with my bare feet on the mat, still not saying anything.

He reached to the edge of the mat, picked up his cell phone and set the timer, “TEN……FUCKING…..MINUTES…..think you’ll not shoot Brian!? No fucking way you hold out for TEN MINUTES! Then it’s gonna be PARTY TIME FOR ME!” his dick was growing already in anticipation of winning the match.

He massaged the outside of my Speedo getting me back to a super rock hard state. Chris climbed off me, sitting on his knees at my feet with one hand in each side of my Speedo. He started pulling it off me – so I lifted up my hips. It came off. I was a sweaty, naked, defeated man with a hard on sticking up to the sky.

He stood up with me still lying on the mat. He had all the time in the world, so Chris was in no rush. His feet circling me, “What should I do first?” he said, placing his bare foot over my hard on – flexing his toes into my package while he mockingly flexed his biceps as if in a BGEast match and getting his picture taken over his fallen opponent.

It felt good. “mmmmmmmm” I moaned lightly.

“Yeah, enjoy it…” he snarled, getting back to his knees and folding my legs over my head. He had picked up the bottle of lube from the side of the mat while circling me, and was applying a healthy dose to my hole, starting to finger me lightly, “Get used to this feeling buddy!” He applied more lube to my cock as he continued his trash talk.

He worked my hole with his the fingers of his right hand, holding my legs over my head with his left. Then he moved one of his legs over mine to secure me in this pretzel like hold, freeing up both of his hands. He stroked my cock lightly as he rimmed me. He worked his way up to my knob each time – applied a little pressure and a slight shake, then slowly back down to my base. Meanwhile, his tongue explored my hole like there was no tomorrow.

The feeling was SENSATIONAL. “OOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo” I moaned, my dick growing in his grasp, my whole body shuddering in pleasure. I involuntarily spread my toes as he worked me.

After three minutes of this I was more than ready to shoot. He must have known this as with each lick my whole body quaked as if I was going to climax while I moaned.

He released my legs, which flopped down. I bent my knees again - the soles of my bare feet on the mat. Chris climbed 69 style on top of me, wrapping my head in a figure 4 and applying pressure so my chin was forced right into his Speedo clad ass.

I worked my fingers between our bodies to massage his package. “That’s right – just help get ME ready for when I win!” he said. He liked the sensations - I felt him getting hard as his dick grew inside his Speedo pressing into my belly.

I felt him take me in his mouth while his fingers cupped and played with my now super sensitive nuts. At first he sucked slowly but then he’d get more aggressive, then he’d jack me for a while and get back to sucking.

My toes were curling again. “AAAaaaahhhhhhhhUUUUNNGGGHHHAAAA” was all I could grunt out. The timer, perched against the wall, still had 3:37 to go in the countdown.

I’m sure that he sensed that if it got under a minute or so I might be able to hold out – so Chris really amped up the pressure. He sucked me assertively – I could see his head bobbing up and down and the sensations were crazy. I was quickly getting to the point of no return when he stopped sucking, put on more lube – then took my dick into his palm to finish me off.

“Got you NOW Brian! Give it up!” he said stroking quickly. I was squirming big time now. My toes spreading as the soles of my feet stomped into the mat.

“AAAAAUUUUGGHGHHHHHHHHGHHHHHNNNNNNNN” I moaned as the orgasmic waves spread through my body. I was holding it in the last couple of strokes but now couldn't any longer! Here it came!!!!

I shot a load high into the air splattering Chris on his chin, chest and even launching some onto his shoulder!

He laughed and giggled, “MAN! WHAT AN EXPLOSION!” he said, still milking me to the point of it tickling like hell!

“AH STOP STOP STOP! AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” I pleaded, the tickling sensations were unbearable.

Eventually he did, collapsing next to me on the mat, wiping my cum that was on his hand over my face. We looked at each other and laughed. Another great ending to one of our 5 minute rule matches.

“Now you’re mine buckaroo – stakes agreed to before” Chris said with an evil grin on his face.

"I know," I said still catching my breath, blinking my eyes cause the room was still spinning.

“And for next match - you stay in PINK!"