Full story of THE CONQUERORS by Mark Alders

“Welcome sports fans to the games of the one-hundred and fiftieth
Olympiad. What a sensational line up of action we have for you on this
beautiful morning now that the Perseid meteor shower has moved on
beyond the complex here high above Earth’s atmosphere. I’ve been informed that the Olympic Park
venue is cruising some thirty kilometres above sea level in geosynchronous orbit, but really, the action
is so thick and fast here no one really cares. Let’s pick up proceedings from within the Yokohama
complex where the zero-G wrestling grid is providing its share of some fantastic entertainment. The
game about to start is between Chalky Jones, representing Australia, and Yoshi Guo of Japan. Over to
you, Howard.”
“You right to go, Chalky, my man?” Jasper slapped his team mate on his bare, muscular
buttocks.
Through his mouth guard, Chalky, all smooth and hairless no matter where Jasper looked and
admired, replied, “Yeah, sure thing, captain.”
Jasper loved the International Olympic Committee’s ruling of twenty five-hundred that all
athletes, both male and female, must compete naked. Stopped anyone using cybernetic devices or
organic enhancers. Nothing worse than a cheat. Besides, seeing all that fit flesh running around
sure got sports damn good ratings, too. “Good. Good. Now go pin that sucker to the wall or hold
him as best you can. You do that and we‟ll get the clear points, the gold medal game in our
sights, okay?”
Chalky glanced to his captain. The look of determination in his eyes, the hunger for victory
and the celebration afterward more than clear to Jasper.
The call to the grid whistle blew.
Four naked men sit on
benches in a football
locker room, looking at
the viewer with
smoldering looks.
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Jasper smiled, watching Chalky push himself from the team’s bunker wall and glide into the grid
area, free-fall style. The gravity turbines were off, weightlessness the result. Fuck, he hoped Chalky
could manage against the Japanese competitor. He was a slippery one, able to get out of locks as
easy as a fish from bare hands.
“Thanks, Chuck. Yes, folks, this match is going to be tight, there’s no doubt about it, whoohoo! We
have two very close competitors here, both in style and strength. Sure is going to be interesting to see
how the points will tally up, as I think an all out pin to the wall will be a remote chance. I also think the
referees know this, so they’ll keep a close eye on all the moves.”
The second whistle blew.
Both competitors came to the centre area of the grid, held onto the floating support holds
scattered about the grid, shook hands, and listened to the referee give his spiel on good
sportsmanship before they separated, waiting for the green light. Chalky looked even more
determined, his brow creased, his sexy blue eyes a steely gaze. His six pack and every other muscle
on his body bulging with anticipation as he got into position.
Jasper couldn’t help but keep the smile on his lips. “Go, Chalky!” he screamed out with the rest of
the crowd until his voice was hoarse. The air was electric, the tension so real that Jasper could
swear his heart refused to beat while he waited for the go signal from the referee.
Once more, Jasper sent his gaze over Chalky. Sure, checking out Chalky’s cock wasn’t an option
these days, especially since the rules of play had been amended after all the blatant grabbing that
went on to try and gain an advantage, especially in wrestling. From within two Olympics of the IOC
naked competitor ruling for fairness, all male competitors had to have their genitals detached before
any event.
Jasper glanced between his legs. Seeing nothing there, other than what looked like a flat skin
bridge, sure took some getting used to. Still, better than having one’s balls ripped out of their sack,
as happened to that poor Russian fellow way back in twenty-five hundred and eight. Jasper
shuddered at that thought, felt sick to the stomach, in fact. Taking a piss, getting horny thoughts,
even readjusting one’s self, all had to be put on hold until the game was done and retrieval and
reattachment was achieved.
The green signal sounded, knocking Jasper from his reverie. Chalky flew from his starting
position like a cat would on unsuspecting prey, his leg muscles taut. It was a beautiful sight, poetry
in motion.
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“Yee haaa, and a here we go! Seems Chalky started well, able to move Yoshi back a bit on the grid.
That’ll get him a point. Ah, yes, the ref has now ordered a break. Looks to me like there was an illegal
hold and both competitors were unable to gain any advantage. Yes, wait. It was an illegal hold.
(whistle sounds) The representative from Japan got too frisky there folks and tried to gain advantage
just a bit too eagerly, I think. That might have cost him, but still, the tactic may have worked. Chalky
looks a bit rattled. Can he come back with the same enthusiasm from this next defensive start? Stay
tuned to find out as we grab a word from our sponsor, cryo-freeze—freeze your family for your sanity
and your life.”
Jasper grabbed a towel.
Chalky pushed his way toward his captain, using one of the extra supports that had come down
from the ceiling. The other member of the team, a well built bloke named Padrig, joined Jasper in
offering encouragement to their comrade.
“You’re doin’ great there, Chalky,” Padrig said, slapping him on his back and pecking him on his
cheek at the same time.
Chalky nodded. Sweat had gathered on his brow, his skin a nice sheen from his efforts. “Sure,
sure.”
“Don’t let the fucker rattle you. Stay frosty,” Padrig said.
Again Chalky nodded.
Jasper dabbed the towel across Chalky’s brow. “You hang in there. You’re ahead on points. That’s
all that matters. Do as Padrig says, stay cool, okay?”
“He’s playing a bit dirty,” Chalky said. “The weasel.”
Jasper smiled. “Not as dirty as we’re all going to get later when you win this.”
Padrig laughed, also coming to slap Chalky on his back. “When I get my dick back, it’s so going in
that tight arsehole of yours, if you can pull this off.” He then kissed Chalky again, this time square on
his lips. The sight of their tongues touching, a glimpse of shared saliva, made Jasper’s stomach turn
in a delicious way. He loved how close his team were. Then again, competing and training and being
with each other night and day was a natural flow of all that. When parted, Padrig added, “And I’ll
suck you so hard after that you won’t need to go to the detachment centre next game.”
A glint in Chalky’s eyes more than revealed his liking for his teammate’s encouragement.
The whistle sounded.
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“After the short break, the competitors are back in the grid. Gadzooks, doesn’t Chalky look a lot
more relaxed since his return from the bunker? Bet his hunky team captain, Jasper Arnold, had some
encouraging words to say. Sure, Chalky is their last competitor for the semi-final game, but I wouldn’t
rule out Australia from this match just yet. (Green signal sounds) Whoo hoo, and again, wow, what a
start. Yoshi went for the higher air and what looks to me like a half Nelson manoeuvre straight off the
bat. I haven’t seen one of those for years. Are these Japanese desperate? Or are they still playing mind
games? Who knows, and time will tell and all that, but from what I can see, Chalky defended himself
well. He turned his defensive stance into one that was able to get him out of that hold. Some good
points there.”
Jasper gasped. The half Nelson had Chalky held for a lot longer than he would have liked.
Thankfully, the referee was lenient, as the hold was a little low.
Padrig came to stand beside Jasper. “He’s goin’ to be fine. This one’s in the bag.”
“Good thing Chalky shaves his legs. Otherwise he might not have been able to get out of that so
easily.”
“Perhaps I should shave mine, hey? Coach might like it if my opponents don’t have stuff to hold
onto.”
Jasper turned to look upon Padrig proper. He wasn’t a big, burly bloke, but he was well built all
the same. He was slightly hairy and muscular and as alluring as any man he’d set his gaze upon,
even his hands were huge. A good sign. Jasper also loved how his hair, thick and of the strawberry
blond kind, added to the picture of what made him a man, one who oozed so much masculinity,
detached cock or not. “Naw. Don’t you change a fucking thing, my man. I love getting my nose lost in
that bush of yours while your cock’s deep down my throat. Besides, you’re in a different weight
class to Chalky. He’s against all the twinks, the ones who’ll grab onto anything and hang on for dear
life. You’re the bear wrestler, no pussy footing around for you, my friend.”
Before Padrig could answer, three red light signals ignited the grid, setting the crowd to silence.
“Shiver me timbers, what do we have here? Seems the game has been declared. The Japanese
competitor was trying too hard to rile his opponent, performing too many illegal holds below the waist
and around the neck. We’ll wait for the official word, but, jiminy cricket, to me it’s a foregone
conclusion here folks. There may be a Japanese protest, but yes…hang on…three red lights. It’s official.
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The game goes to Australia. Chalky has done it. Chalky has done it! What a match. I knew it would be
close, but I didn’t suspect in all the years I’ve had hot dinners that for one minute Japan would turn to
such desperate acts. Goes to show, play it cool and it will go your way. Jasper must have given Chalky
the right sort of Voodoo! Back to you, Chuck.”
***
Jasper, Chalky and Padrig all walked hand in hand with smiles that couldn’t be wiped away
toward the reattachment centre outside the wrestling grid complex.
“You lads were awesome,” Coach Andrew Macmillan said, slapping them all on their backs. “Now
see you all later for the post match meeting. I’ve got to log the win with the committee.”
The coach turned his attention elsewhere, taking his support staff with him as he left the grid
building. Jasper knew what he meant by post match meeting. Coach liked to join in the fun. Who
could blame him? Heavy fucking action, getting all hot and sweaty, was something no guy could
resist.
When Jasper turned his attention back to his team mates, hundreds of fans had surrounded
them. How he didn’t see them all gather, he didn’t know. Well okay, he did. He was staring at
Andrew’s arse. Even though the man didn’t wrestle on a competitive level anymore, he was still
damn fine.
“Can you sign my dick, Jasper? I think you’re just the best,” a stocky but somewhat attractive
man in his early forties said, holding the elastic of his sweat pants down so the full view of his
natural attributes could be seen. He was well endowed, which was just as well. A signing can turn
out to be quite embarrassing for a poor man who isn’t long enough to fit the words Jasper Arnold
across the length of his cock. Jasper was handed a marker by Chalky. Where he got it from was
anyone’s guess.
Many fans wanted their skin decorated with Jasper’s scrawl, including three on women’s breasts,
one on a handsome man’s backside and plenty more on pecs and stomachs and genitals. Jasper
breathed in the sweet air of victory as he accepted the accolades. Nothing beat the feeling he had
now, and when he got his own dick back, he’d let Padrig and Chalky and coach know about it, too.
Before he knew it, he had become separated from his teammates, swept away by those who
offered their congratulations and skin. Still, he didn’t mind. The guards were all around and the fans
were jovial. He’d meet up with his team later for their traditional post match fun, cocks at the ready.
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Many minutes were spent with the public before he decided that he’d better go and get his
equipment put back on, the need for his bladder to release becoming more pressing than greeting
all the wrestling fans.
Inside the facility that held the athlete’s genitals, or removed them for the stasis chamber
depending on whether a game was about to start or had finished, Jasper followed the sign that read,
reattachment centre. The corridors that led there were sterile, all white and cold. If it wasn’t for all
the other men milling about, the place would be quite disturbing. Still, getting his cock back was
more important than the aesthetics of the place that held it.
When at the reattachment centre’s reception counter, and it was his turn for the front of the cue,
a robot greeted him. In a cold simulated male voice, it said, “Please place your ID code into the pin
pad, competing athlete.”
Jasper typed his code. JA1110002125894545AU.
“Thank you. Retrieving your genitals now. Please wait,” the robot chimed as the cylindrical wall
behind it spun around, revealing thousands of slots. Most of the holes were filled with steel boxes
placed behind a stasis field.
An arm from the robot reached up as a box glowed blue and was pushed by an automated
system inside the cylinder an inch or so out of the slot. Such a thing indicated that his genitals were
ready for retrieval and the skin inside the box at the right temperature for reattachment. Jasper
knew he only had a few moments to get to the technician in the next room. Once stasis was halted,
the skin died within about a half an hour.
The robot handed Jasper his box.
Jasper so wanted his cock back, if only to take a slash. He looked down at the box. The lid was
made of a special stasis friendly perspex, so checking out your own dick was an easy thing to do.
What Jasper saw made his heart skip a beat and his throat constrict to the point of him finding it
hard to swallow. With words as calm as he could manage, he said, “I think there’s been a mistake.
This isn’t my dick, my man!”
The robot’s façade remained unchanged. It’s bulb like eyes within its squarish head reflected no
change other than to intensify in colour as it replied. “Are you athlete JA1110002125894545AU?”
“Yeah!” Jasper could see where this was going, and he didn’t like it.
“Then that is your genitalia. Next athlete, please.”
Jasper looked down at the box once more. He tried to keep calm as best he could, but he knew
the knot in his stomach from the anger that washed over him would soon rise up and he’d lose his
cool. “What colour am I?”
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“You are of African American decent. Your skin reflects that heritage.”
He shoved to stasis box in front of the robot’s cold, illuminated eyes. “Then tell me why this dick
is white. Sure, it’s real nice, but it just ain’t mine, that’s all.” Jasper mentally counted to ten. “Why in
my right mind would I get a white dudes schlong attached between my legs, hmmm?”
“Because that is your genitalia according to the ID code you imprinted. Perhaps you are
mistaken. There have been plenty of men who have tried to take better genitalia than their own in
the past.”
“I have damn fine genitalia, thank you very much!”
“No need to get defensive, competing athlete. If you would like to lodge a complaint, please
return the box back to stasis and fill out the appropriate claim forms over in the claims department
on level two.”
“How long will that take?” Jasper asked between his teeth, now breathing hard. His anger boiling
up inside him.
“Twenty four hours,” the robot replied in his cold, mechanical voice. A voice that now grated on
Jasper to no end.
“What?” Jasper roared. “I can’t wait that long. Besides the fact I’ve got a post match meeting
tonight, I need to go to the loo real bad.”
“You can have your bladder syphoned free of charge while your claim is being considered. Please
return the box so it can go into quarantine and remain in the stasis field.”
Jasper was about to jump onto the counter and throttle the electric life out of the mechanical
idiot who was in charge of something so important yet failing miserably, when he felt a hand on his
shoulder. He turned. Behind him was a man that took his breath away. Tall, thin and with a smile
that would have made him weak in the legs so he’d have no choice but to kneel down before him
given any other circumstance.
“I think you have my dick,” the man said, cool and casual and never once letting his smile slip
away. “My number ID number is only one digit different to yours. A nice happy accident, hey?”
Jasper opened his mouth. No sound eventuated except a sigh of breath that melted away all his
anger. Finally, he managed, “I have? It is?”
“Yeah. And I’ve got yours.” The man reached out his hand. With one fluid motion he took his
stasis box and handed Jasper’s his own. “Nice bit of equipment, too. I wouldn’t mind getting to see it
attached and in action. You’ve got a foreskin I could chew on for a week and still beg for more.”
“Who…are…you?” Jasper felt as dumb as the robot counter server for asking, but he’d never seen
this man before in his life. He would have known if he had. He’d have asked him out within a
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heartbeat. He was gorgeous. All smooth skinned, but with golden hair that he could run his fingers
through for an eternity where it mattered. Something about skinny dudes did it for Jasper. Did it so
bad, he’d bend him over and lick his rim until his spine turned to jelly so he was ripe for anything
without hesitation.
“I’m Carlos Mendoza. Marathon runner, and this is my first Olympiad. How about you? What’s
your story?”
Jasper licked his lips. “Well, after we get our dicks back on, how about I tell you everything you
need to know over lunch? Something hearty and filling like a real piece of meat cooked on the
barbeque. My treat.”
Carlos shook his head. “Can’t do that.”
“Why not?” Jasper’s heart sank. Had he blown his chance with Carlos before he’d even begun
because he was too pushy?
“Because the only meat I want to eat is yours, and I’m afraid a lunch like that might fill me up too
much.” Again that smile remained on his full, plump, kissable lips.
Jasper’s stomach turned in a delicious way. Not many men did that to him. “Then I suggest we
get our gear on and go play. Where you want to go?”
“The Luna View rooms. I hear they’re perfect for all sorts of occasions, including the intimate
kind.”
“Deal.” Jasper leaned over to plant a kiss onto Carlos’s lips. The man accepted him, offering a
glimpse of his tongue to help sweeten the moment. “Meet you there in an hour—oh, damn. I can’t do
that. I’ve got a post match then. How about later on tonight, around seven?”
For the first time Carlos lost his smile. “I can’t do that, either. I’ve got training then.”
Jasper grabbed a card and pen from the counter. “I’ll give you my room’s number. Meet me
tomorrow after our first round match, okay?”
“You sure?”
“Sure, I’m sure.”
***
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“Hey, you look like you just saw the Saint of old Mary,” Padrig said to Jasper as he entered the
team’s headquarters and meeting room located within the zero-G wrestling grid complex. They
patted each other on the back.
“I’ll tell you about it later. Let’s just say my mix up at the reattachment centre got me some fine
tail.”
“Finally got you some skinny dude, hey mate?” Chalky added, a cheeky smile accompanying his
words.
“You bet.”
“You’ve got to bring him home to us, too,” Padrig said. “Got to see what turns our man on.”
Jasper smiled. “You know what turns me on. You guys attach it to yourselves after each game.”
Chalky dropped his pants. “You’re such a cock slut, Jasper.” He then grabbed his dick and
waggled it, slightly retracting his ample foreskin so that a teasing view of his pink, moist head and
lickable piss slit could be seen. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”
At that moment, Coach Andrew Macmillion entered the room. “Good game today guys. But the
toughest game is yet to be fought. Who wants to start the meeting—ah, I see chalky already has his
motion put before us. He can start then.”
Chalky got up onto the table that adorned the centre of the room. He removed the rest of his
clothes. He retracted his foreskin fully, revealing his now bulging head. Pre-cum dribbled from his
dick, catching the light and glistening like a spider web soaked with morning dew. “I propose that
you all get down and suck on my big Aussie monster. I played a good game today, and I say we
should have some damn good fun as a reward.”
“I like that motion, Chalky,” Padrig said as he removed his clothes as well, coming so that his lips
were at his team mate’s cock. Seconds later, Padrig had taken him into his mouth, slurping and
sucking so that Chalky had no option but to get harder and groan like a man loving every minute of
the attention.
Jasper smiled. Chalky was a bitch, no two ways about that. Good thing, too. He was the one who
usually got all the pounding.
Jasper took off his clothes, too. He retracted his foreskin, his head as large and ready as it had
ever been, hardened by the thought of Carlos and their encounter earlier. He came so he was behind
Padrig, feeling his buttocks, letting him know of his intention.
Padrig’s arse was amazing, more firm and tight than even Chalky’s. The man moaned as Jasper
worked his way to his rim with his touch, unable to talk seeing as he was stuffed to the tonsils with
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cock. Jasper liked it like that anyway. Nothing better than having a man writhe, unable to do
anything but groan for more, while every hole was being fucked.
Coach Andrew slicked Jasper’s cock with lube, making sure every millimetre of his length was
covered, offering a smile. “Thanks, coa—,” Jasper’s words were cut short by the man coming to kiss
him, send in his tongue to conquer Jasper. He tasted sweet and salty all at the same time. Andrew
was divine, a god who walked the Earth as far as Jasper was concerned. His dark hair, thick in the
places that mattered, was all he could see think about while his coach danced and chased his tongue
within his mouth. When parted, Andrew said, “Now give Padrig a good hard fuck. He’s been a
bastard all day after the win.”
“Yes, Coach,” Jasper said. Licking his lips of his coach’s efforts.
Andrew removed his clothes. He was hard. His foreskin, as loose as Jasper had ever seen even
when flaccid, still covered his cock. The coach came so that he was on the table and behind Chalky,
lubricating himself while he got into position.
Soon Chalky was bent over just enough so Andrew could enter him, legs spread wider. He let out
a cry of both pleasure and pain when the coach sunk his cock into Chalky’s hole. “Oh, fuck! That hit
the goddamn spot, coach.”
Andrew closed his eyelids, concentrating on his efforts while his deep breathing set the rhythm
of his actions like a metronome. He had his hands gripped tight around Chalky’s waist. The sight of
them together was beautiful.
Padrig didn’t let anything disturb his cock sucking and continued unabated, coming so he was
more underneath Chalky, craning his neck so he could still take his cock as deep as he had before.
The air was soon filled with sucking and slapping as the action heated up between the coach and his
team.
“Ready, Padrig?” Jasper had fingered Padrig’s hole so that he was nice and lose, deciding that his
rim needed a good tonguing before he ploughed the man with his meat. That fingering was
punctuated with buttock slapping and tight grabs to let him know Jasper meant business, the result
delightful little groans.
Of course, Padrig couldn’t answer. Instead, he groaned, giving his acknowledgement. That was
all the encouragement Jasper needed. He came to lick his team mate’s arse like a person would an
ice cream on a hot summer’s day, lashing his tongue in great long movements across his rim,
wetting him all over. He also made sure he caught the back of his big, red balls and the area of skin
between them and his rim. Jasper knew that Padrig would be driven wild inside as all his senses
were coerced into overdrive from his tongue movements.
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Padrig arched his back.
Jasper’s efforts had achieved his desired result. Now was the time to finish off what he started,
make Padrig blow his load and lose his mind without even having to touch himself. A man’s dream
beyond any other.
A few moments were spent gently feeding his cock into Padrig’s arsehole. The man groaned
more and more as Jasper pushed in his length. The man almost gagged when Chalky grabbed the
back of Padrig’s head and sunk his cock in until he was nose deep in his blond pubes.
Padrig shuddered.
He had blown his load, great ribbons of cum spurting across the table. At that moment, coach
Andrew said, “Chalky, for winning the match for us you’re going to take us all.”
Chalky’s face was red, flushed with the feeling of ecstasy that would be rising up more and more
inside him. “Sure thing, coach.”
Jasper pulled his cock out of Padrig’s hole. The warmth of his team mate was missed in an
instant. Still. He’d soon have Chalky. That more than kept his erotic thoughts alive and his dick as
hard as ever.
A moment was spent getting Chalky into position. He was laid on his back on top of Andrew.
Padrig helped place the coach’s cock back into Chalky’s arsehole. Soon, the sight of Andrew’s balls
bouncing as he got his rhythm back, and of Chalky’s rim stretched, was something that stirred
Jasper into action.
Jasper parted Chalky’s legs wider, shuffling up onto the table so he could get to his already filled
team mate’s arse hole. “You’re going to get your reward for sure, Chalky.”
But Chalky couldn’t answer. Padrig had come around so that his cock, gaining hardness again,
was fed into Chalky’s mouth. He licked and rolled his tongue around Padrig’s head as soon as he
retracted his foreskin. Cum still dribbled out of his piss slit. Chalky sure had a feast.
Jasper used more lube, before he pressed his cock against Chalky’s hole above where Andrew
had entered him. With a brief moment of resistance, Chalky’s arse soon sucked in Jasper’s cock,
hungry for the whole of his length.
Chalky shuddered as he was filled by his team, his stomach quivering the dance of ecstasy. He
had grabbed his cock and balls, lifting them up so Jasper and Andrew could fuck him without
hindrance.
“Oh, my man, you’re so fucking good,” Jasper said with a gasp, the pangs of climax causing him to
shudder with as much delight as Chalky. It wouldn’t be long now.
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Sure enough, Andrew let out a cry. He was holding Chalky tight while he fucked him from
behind, his muscles bulging as much as his cock inside his team mate. Seconds after the familiar yell
of climax, Andrew began kissing Chalky on his ear and neck. He had cum, and within a few moments
of that revelation, Jasper realised he had more room to move within Chalky.
The coach’s cock was flaccid.
That free movement was short lived. Jasper couldn’t keep back the flood of ecstasy any longer.
He blew is load, squeezing his eyelids tight and grabbing Chalky around his waist as he pumped him
full of more fluid, letting out a yell of victory at the same time.
Then Padrig let out a cry. He had cum again. Not as much fluid spurted out of him as before, but
enough to cover Chalky’s chin in his delicious white sperm. Chalky had well and truly been filled.
When they had all kissed each other, deep and with the love only a team could have, they got up
off the table. Jasper slapped each of their arses in turn. Then, a moment more was spent cementing
the bond between them that could never be broken no matter if victorious or not. A moment filled
with more kisses and embraces and gropes on the backside. What’s more, they all took turns to
clean up the mess of cum all over Chalky with their tongues.
When Chalky was loved enough, when they were all loved enough, and Jasper could think of
nothing else but how wonderful he felt, the coach said, “I think that means our meeting is
adjourned, gentlemen. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
***
“Well, sports fans, this is it, the final of the ever popular zero-G wrestling. A contest that will see the
favourites Australia take on the Ukrainian underdogs. I have to say it’s a beautiful morning on day
twelve of competition, the full Moon giving all those interested a great backdrop to the finals action
here at Olympic Park. The complex has once more risen to well above the thirty kilometre mark,
making for perfect conditions for the athletes to compete in. We pick up the action from the Yokohama
complex right before the first round of the gold medal match. Over to you, Howard.”
Jasper slapped Chalky on his buttocks, their traditional starting move. “Don’t forget your mouth
guard, Chalky my man. Then you’ll be right to go.”
Chalky smiled. “I can’t even feel my teeth after last night’s fucking and cock sucking action, you
know. My tongue is still numb, too.” He chuckled, placing in his guard.
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“Good. There’s plenty more where that came from. Now get out there and don’t forget the
Ukrainian likes to stay close to the wall. Don’t let him get into your blind spot. You’ll lose points.”
“Yeah, sure thing, captain.”
The call to the grid whistle blew.
Chalky sprung off the bunker wall, soaring with the grace of an eagle into the centre of the
wrestling grid. Hand holds stopping him from slamming into the opposite wall. Jasper smiled like he
always did as he watched Chalk moved. The man sure knew how his body worked. That was a good
thing. He just hoped it was good enough to out manoeuvre the Ukrainian.
“Thanks, Chuck. Well, put me in a red dress and call me Martha, I’m as excited as a bee in a glass jar
over this game, let me tell you folks. Not only do we have the simply gorgeous looking team of
Australia competing in their first ever gold medal game, they are against the darlings of the wrestling
world, too. The tough as nails and hard as cocks Ukrainians will show no mercy even though they are
odds on to lose at least two of the three divisions represented in the modern wrestling world and this
game. Speaking of divisions, the game will be a best of three match with all three weight classes taken
into account. In other words, folks, weee Nelly, we’ll have some hot wrestling action right here as I’ve
just heard the starting whistle. Chalky Jones is competing against Boris Youngstone in the light weight
division that will be nothing but pure wrestling ecstasy.”
Coach Andrew and Padrig came to stand beside Jasper in the viewing box to the left of their team
bunker.
“I sure hope Chalky can keep his wits about him. That Boris is a fucking tough son-of-a-bitch. He
won’t use any dirty tactics, just his muscle,” Padrig said.
The second whistle blew and the referee began his pre-match pep talk. Chalky once more had
that steely look of determination in his eyes. Eyes that were so fucking hot when he looked up
begging for more while he sucked cock. Jasper felt himself stir. Not only for the thought of being
with his team in the meeting room again, but of what he could look forward to with Carlos tonight.
The man had contacted him. A good sign that he was interested after so much time to cool off his
thoughts.
When the athletes were in position, the green signal sounded. Chalky pounced, coming to Boris
like lightening. Both men were soon locked in combat, not one wanting to relent to the other. They
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were perhaps too perfectly matched. Jasper gasped as the seconds ticked by, their struggle to gain
supremacy clear.
Unfortunately, Chalky had lost ground on the grid. Seemed Boris could indeed use his mass a bit
better than what Jasper would have liked.
The referee blew his whistle.
Both competitors parted. Chalky came back to the bunker, a thirty second rest break declared. So
far Boris was at the advantage, two points ahead of Chalky.
“Fucking hell, he’s like moving a mountain out there,” Chalky said. Sweat in great droplets
trickled down his temples.
Padrig kissed the sweat off Chalky’s lips, then said, “Just use his own force against him.
Remember, while he’s trying to push you give way just enough so he comes off balance. Then you’ve
got him.”
Chalky nodded. “Yeah, but if I pull away too much he’ll have me at the wall.”
Jasper placed his arm around Chalky’s waist, bringing him close. “We believe in you, Chalky, my
man.”
The whistle sounded.
“Well blow me down with a feather folks, seems Chalky Jones might have met his match here. Boris
is just too strong. And by jingo, I believe he looks to be the better man on the day. Notice the power and
follow through with the Ukrainian’s actions as he uses the supports to full advantage all over the grid.
I fear for Chalky on this one. Sure, there are no outright winning moves from the defensive position,
but at the end of the day, those with the most points win the round and all that’s needed is a six point
advantage and the game is over.”
Chalky sprang from the wall again. This time Jasper couldn’t help but get the feeling he’d been
spooked by Boris even though he had tried to give him the best encouragement he could. Sure,
Chalky might lose the match, but it was the team captain that wore the pain. Jasper took everything
his team did personally, that’s the only way they had survived as a strong unit all these years as
they lived, ate and slept together.
“C’mon, Chalky!” Jasper screamed at the top of his lungs with the crowd.
Chalky and Boris were once more locked in each other’s hold. As the seconds ticked by, Boris
was able to force Chalky onto the defensive, bringing him closer to the wall. Inch by inch Chalky lost
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ground, the look of sheer and absolute determination on Boris’s face was frightening to behold.
Jasper bit his lip, nervousness taking over all his thoughts and emotions.
“Watch your back!” Padrig yelled.
All too late. Chalky misjudged the strength of a push made by Boris when Chalky had entered the
danger zone on the grid. Sure, Chalky had tried to push back, try and lock his opponent in any sort
of hold that would gain him points, but he became overwhelmed too easily. Unable to recover,
Chalky was pinned. The longest couple of seconds passed before three red light signals ignited the
grid. The referee blew the whistle for the final time.
Chalky had lost the match.
The crowd on the Australian support side of the Yokohama complex fell silent. Padrig and the
coach had fallen silent, too.
Jasper swore, but couldn’t help but feel admiration for the effort Chalky had put into the match.
It was a tough battle, one Chalky would hopefully learn from.
“Geez Louise, that’s it! What a complete surprise and yet, on paper, kind of expected. Boris
Youngstone has taken out victory in this first round game for the gold medal. I hate to admit it, but
Jasper will have to pull out something quite special if the team are to win the next round and stay in
contention. Phew, what a game. I’m having heart palpitations here. I can’t wait until tomorrow when
the zero-G wrestling continues at the magnificent Yokohama complex. Back to you Chuck.”
When Chalky entered the bunker, covered in sweat and looking as depressed as ever, Jasper,
Padrig and Andrew embraced him, lavishing sweet kisses on his weary face.
Through lips stained with his tears, Chalky said, “Let’s just hit the showers.”
Jasper knew that nothing could be said in the here and now that could cheer Chalky up or even
the team right now, but he turned to look at Andrew, give him one of those now-is-the-right-timeto-
act looks. In Jasper’s opinion, a team building exercise was called for right now, one that would
refresh the good times they spent together. Whether that involve physical love or any other sort of
activity, it didn’t matter. Now was the time they needed each other the most.
Andrew nodded. “I think a quick game of spot rugby in the locker room will take our minds off
things for a moment before we rub each other down in the showers. What you all say?” The coach
produced a football from a locker, throwing it. Once he had done so, he stripped down. Jasper noted
that he hadn’t detached his penis. Then again, why would he. He wasn’t competing.
Padrig caught the football, charging toward the locker room.
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“Sure thing, coach,” Chalky mumbled as he plucked a fresh towel off a rail and dabbed himself
down.
When all were in the locker room, Andrew placed a foot casually onto the bench Chalky and
Padrig sat upon. He said, “Now, before we begin, I just want to remind you that we got to the gold
medal match for a reason. We’re the conquerors and we won’t be beaten, not ever. We will not only
win tomorrow’s round, we’ll smash the opponents to the wall. Am I right?”
“Yes, coach,” Jasper said, pulling up a stool so he could remain within touch of his team mates.
They were close, and a loss affected them all on a deep level.
“I can’t hear you,” Andrew said, getting another football off the shelf above him, slapping its
leather for emphasis.
Before anyone could answer, get swept away by the coach’s words, a Galactic Gazette reporter
burst into the room and snapped a picture of the team on an instant relay camera.
Within seconds of the reporter taking the photo, and Jasper chasing him out of the team bunker,
the news tablet the coach produced from his desk beeped. What was on screen revealed the weight
of their woes.
Chapter Two
The Galactic Gazette
Australian Zero-G Wrestling team in Disarray
{NEWSPAPER PHOTO: FOUR NAKED MEN SIT ON BENCHES IN A FOOTBALL LOCKER MAN,
LOOKING AT THE VIEWER SMOLDERING LOOKS.}
The Zero-G wrestling Team from left to right: Coach, Andrew Macmillion; Middle weight,
Padrig O’Malley; Light weight, Chalky Jones; Heavy weight and team Captain, Jasper Arnold.
After a shock round one loss in the gold medal match, the Australian Zero-G wrestling
team competing in the 150th Olympiad on board the geosynchronous orbiting 'Olympic
Park' facility, couldn't even use a light game of spot rugby to cheer them up earlier today.
Has their loss affected more than their moral? Or will their captain, Jasper Arnold be able to
drag his team up from the doldrums so they can win the next round and stay in contention
for the gold medal? If they can win two of the three rounds, it will be the first time Australia
has won such an accolade and all of our hopes are right there with the guys as they get ready
for round two in the best of three game for gold! Go Australia!
To read on, click on the read on icon on the bottom right of your tablet. “The Galactic
Gazette, news that matters in an instant.”
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“Damn fucking press,” Andrew said as he threw the news tablet across the locker room floor,
smashing it to pieces. “I’m going to launch an inquiry as to how that bastard got in here. There’ll be
hell to pay, mark my words. Mark my words.” The coach stormed out of the locker room, not
bothering to dress.
Jasper offered Chalky his hand. “C’mon, my man. Let me wash you down after we’ve all got our
dicks back. I think the best thing is to just hit the showers like you had suggested in the first place.”
“Yeah, sure thing, captain,” Chalky said, a faint smile crossing his lips. A smile that got wider
when Padrig came and embraced him. “But I think you should both rub me down. That’ll cheer me
up quite considerably, don’t you agree?”
“Anything for you, Chalky,” Padrig replied.
All three, hand in hand, headed for the reattachment centre. A few fans were there to offer their
support, but not like the numbers of yesterday. One or two asked for skin to be autographed, but no
other words were spoken between the team until they were back in the locker room and Jasper was
turning on the shower.
While the steam filled the air, Chalky climbed into the large cubicle, designed for them all to fit
comfortably within. “What a day,” he said with a sigh.
Padrig came to embrace him, offer him a sensual kiss as the water cascaded over their bodies.
When parted, he said, “Things can only get better, thank the Mother of the Saints above.”
Jasper grabbed the soap and began washing Chalky, massaging him while he worked it up to a
lather. Soon, both he and Padrig were running their hands over Chalky’s skin, easing the tension of
the day within his mind and his muscles. The actions they did must have worked, Chalky’s cock
became engorged, his foreskin retracting of its own accord.
A heartbeat later, Padrig was on his knees. He cupped Chalky’s balls, rolling them around gently
within his fingers. “You’re so beautiful,” he said before he took as much of Chalky’s length as he
could into his mouth, making sure Padrig licked his frenulum before he did so. An action Jasper
knew would have made Chalky shiver inside with delight.
Chalky gasped, his lips moist and so sexy from the shower’s water.
Jasper said, “I think I know what will make you even happier, my man.”
Before Chalky could answer, Jasper was on his knees, too. The warm water running all over him,
making everything he did hot and sensual. He kissed Padrig on his cheek while Chalky’s cock was
deep in his mouth. A signal to let him know that he had to share this experience.
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Padrig came away, understanding Jasper’s intent. Chalky’s cock bulged from the attention it had
just received, veins filled to capacity. Then, together, both Jasper and Padrig kissed and took turns
licking and sucking and enjoying Chalky’s throbbing cock. It was the least they could do for their
team mate who had been defeated in the heat of battle. The least they could do to make him feel
better. He hadn’t let them down. Losses happened. How could the high of victory be gauged if there
was no defeat? All they could do now was hope for that victorious euphoria tomorrow when it was
Padrig’s turn to wrestle in round two.
All Chalky could do was moan with delight, scrunch up Jasper and Padrig’s hair as he climbed up
more and more toward ecstasy. Seconds later, and with a yell out of sheer joy, Chalky’s hot cum
shot out to mingle with the water of the shower and the saliva in both of their mouths in equal
measure. Chalky tasted sweet. Jasper smiled, swallowing the share of sperm he had been given,
knowing that his team mate had been eating well, sticking to fruits and all the good things that kept
his body toned and damn fine. God he loved him so. God he loved Padrig so, too.
Jasper got up, continuing to kiss and wash Chalky. Padrig did the same. Finally, when they were
done, satisfied that Chalky was clean of any doubt about his match, Jasper turned off the water. The
air was soon cleared of steam, but not of their passion for one another.
“You got that hot date tonight, haven’t you, Jasper?” Padrig asked.
Jasper winked. “Sure have.”
“Well, we all better get dry and dressed so you can hurry up and show us this man who has
stolen your heart. I bet he’s a looker, too,” Chalky said, that smile of his returning in full. Their
loving in the shower for him must have worked.
Jasper sighed. “He sure is.”
***
The Luna View Rooms restaurant was as stunning as the name implied. All pomp and ceremony,
plush curtains and red carpet, too. Jasper wore his best suit, one he couldn’t help but feel
uncomfortable in.
An overly keen waiter directed him through the restaurant. He wasn’t attractive, not to Jasper,
but still, he had a cute butt. Jasper smiled. He saw Carlos before the waiter gestured at a rather
expensive and comfortable looking couch for him to be seated at.
Jasper sat down.
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Carlos was by the window. The view outside that of the impressive Lunar surface taking up most
of the scene, craters off all shapes and sizes dominated its features even though cities had been
there for two-hundred years or more now.
Jasper accepted a drink from the waiter. Carlos approached. His gait hypnotised, and Jasper had
to admit, melted away any discomfort or first date nerves.
“Glad you could make it,” Carlos said, sitting down next to Jasper, shuffling up so he was close.
Very close.
“I’m glad you did, too.”
Carlos clinked his glass against Jasper’s. “So when do you want to fuck me? Before or after the
meal?”
Jasper smiled, sipping nervously from his glass. The wine was dry, yet crisp and refreshing.
“How about during. We’ll get a room, then order room service.”
“I like how you think, Mr. Arnold.”
“I’ll like how your arse will look once it’s got my cock up it,” Jasper said, trying his hardest to
match Carlos’s cheeky nature. The tactic seemed to work. The man beamed a smile, his eyes
reflecting his want, his hunger for some man loving.
Carlos grabbed Jasper’s hand, pulling him up off the couch. “Good thing I thought of all that
earlier. We’re in room two-hundred and forty four.” A cheeky smiled accompanied his words,
reinforcing them.
Jasper drained his glass, more for courage than anything else. Sure, he was a dirty slut with his
team mates, but that was something that had taken years to cultivate. He’d never really had another
man, been in another’s bed besides Chalky, Padrig and Andrew. This was all new to him, and again
those nervous first date butterflies returned.
Before he realised what had happened, Jasper was in a hotel room. Carlos threw the ID key onto
the hall stand, coming so he could embrace Jasper.
“Did you want to start slow or just go for it and plough me good and hard.”
Jasper licked his lips. “Well, to be honest…I…I—”
“Shhh. Don’t fret.” Carlos leaned forward, pecking Jasper on his lips. He did things so different to
his team mates it was tangible. His kiss was delicate, not filled with the lust for victory or the need
to conquer. He continued, “I understand that you have your team. All athletes who are part of a
group know that. If you want me to ease off, just say so.”
“No,” Jasper said without thought. “It’s just that…do we need protection?”
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“I told you, I have everything under control.” Carlos gave Jasper a gentle push toward the
bedroom. “Now relax. Let me get that suit off you. Bet you can’t wait to be in your skin, hey?”
Jasper pulled at his collar. “Yeah, you’re right, my man. This monkey suit sure does chaff where it
matters…like all over my body.” A nervous chuckle was added to his words.
Carlos smiled. “I sure am your man.”
He was taken aback. Saying your man was a figure of speech, something that rolled automatically
off his tongue. But he supposed Carlos was right. At this moment, for the here and now, he was his
man.
On the bed, Carlos clambered over Jasper, unbuttoning his suit’s shirt until his pecs and rippling
abs could be exposed for plenty of tender kisses. Jasper groaned, letting the man do his magic, the
anticipation causing those nervous butterflies to return, but in a good way.
Carlos disrobed, his thick uncut cock was as hard as it was ever going to be. The veins bulging.
They embraced, wrapping each other up tight. Skin on skin, lips on lips, tongue touching tongue,
they held each other for an eternity. So long the view from the window was no longer dominated by
the Moon.
But Jasper didn’t care. He was engulfed by Carlos’s presence. His musky scent, the touch of his
body against his and the tickle of his breath on his cheek. All were so perfect. Soon, Carlos came
onto Jasper proper, gyrating his hips, motioning the act of love without penetration. At the same
time he came up so he could caress Jasper’s chest, concentrating his efforts on his nipples.
Jasper gasped. His cock was as hard as hell, his foreskin helping to keep the movement of
Carlos’s cock against his fluid and without discomfort. It was amazing. The act of their frottage
something that Jasper would never have considered before this day. He had always thought that
genital rubbing was for dirty old men in subways. Done in shame and while perving on young boys.
Not so anymore. This was electric and all of his skin tingled as Carlos gained more and more of a
rhythm. As far as Jasper was concerned, any man that didn’t enjoy this, especially as it was done
properly, was a pussy.
Carlos continued to rub himself against Jasper in an action that was just as sensual as any he had
experienced, took his breath away, in fact. While Carlos worked his cock in such a manner, he also
used his hands to massage. The worries of the day melted away from within Jasper’s mind. He was
in heaven.
Again Jasper groaned.
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He was filled with love. His balls tightened in their sack, the explosion of ecstasy one that
wouldn’t be far away. Carlos leaned down to kiss Jasper. Their bodies were one, working together
toward the same goal, their complete and utter happiness.
Then it happened.
Jasper blew his load. He shuddered, his climax all consuming, all powerful and above all, filled
with so much joy that he had found Carlos.
“You are brilliant, my man.” Jasper then felt more warmth around his groin and stomach. Carlos
collapsed onto him and he didn’t need to be told that he had orgasmed, too.
With a whisper in Jasper’s ear, Carlos said, “I think we made a mess.”
“I think I want to see you again.”
“Are you asking me out?” Carlos came to plant kissed on his lips in between the words of his
question.
“Yes, I am.”
“Good. I’m going to need someone to share my victories with. Being a marathon runner there
isn’t much chance of any team fun, you know.”
Jasper smiled. “Well, I’m sure my team will accept you with open arms. They need plenty of cock
play to keep them going, that’s for sure.”
Carlos let out a gentle laugh, coming off Jasper, revealing the mess they had just created. “I think
we need a shower.”
“Good idea. Say, why don’t you come over tomorrow to the grid. I’m sure the boys will want to
celebrate with you as well.”
“I can’t. Got training. I can make it the next day.”
Jasper now beamed a smile. “That’s great. That’s when I’m playing…if we can win the next round,
that is.”
Carlos kissed him. When parted, he said, “I’m sure you will. And even if you don’t, I’ll be there for
you.”
***
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“This morning, and brought to you live from Olympic Park in geosynchronous orbit right above
your heads, we will bring you the non-stop action of zero-G wrestling from round two of the gold
medal match between Australia and the Ukraine in the Yokohama complex. Stepping up to the plate
and desperate for a win to stay in contention for the gold, Padrig O’Malley will show us his skills. Can
he use his tactical knowledge to weaken Peter Zanofsky? Or will it be another unexpected defeat for
the Australian team? Time will tell, so stay tuned. Over to you, Howard.”
Padrig let out a war cry, matching the intensity of the crowd all around, his traditional pre-match
quirk before he pushed himself away from the bunker wall. He was at the centre of the grid before
Jasper could blink, the man motioning the cross when the whistle blew.
“Go get ‘em,” Chalky yelled, bringing his hand around Jasper’s waist, both of them watching the
match from the bunker’s viewing window. Coach Andrew was called to the team’s public box, as he
was most matches. The poor man having to front the media.
Jasper returned the gesture, bringing Chalky closer. There was a moment of silence from within
the whole grid as Padrig and his opponent began their battle, locked in each other’s grip.
Chalky asked, “So what’s he like? You didn’t say.”
“Who?”
“Carlos, of course.”
Jasper took in a deep breath. “He’s awesome, my man. Just fucking awesome.”
“Well, that don’t tell me nothing. What you get up to? Did you get him laid? Tell me, I’m dying to
know.”
Jasper let out a chuckle. “You’ll see.”
Before Chalky could answer, a call to stand whistle was blown. On the board Padrig was a clear
four points ahead of Peter. The referee went up to Padrig, using the supports to do so. Seemed there
may have been an illegal move. Jasper wasn’t sure, his conversation with Chalky distracting him
from the action on the grid for a moment.
“Wait a cotton picking minute here, folks. I do believe Peter Zanofsky just grabbed Padrig O’Malley
by his buttocks! Sure, since the clean skin rule was implemented and athletes had to compete naked
and have their genitals detached, there haven’t been many deliberate fouls of the holding nature. But
never in a million years would I have thought I’d witness a competitor get so desperate. Such a thing
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was just so uncalled for, so unwarranted. Why risk an illegal hold when the match could have gone
either way? We’ll just have to wait and see what the referee has to say as they deliberate amongst one
another. I don’t think I can wait and I’m sweating golf balls here in anticipation, let me tell you.”
Padrig entered the bunker.
Jasper and Chalky ran to him, embracing him tight. After much mutual physical bonding, Jasper
asked, “What happened, Paddy?”
Padrig screwed up his face, wrinkling his cute nose. “By the Mother of Mary, the bastard shoved
his thumb up my arsehole, that’s what.”
Chalky ran his hands along Padrig’s chest. “Did he even ask you out?”
Jasper let out a laugh, adding, “Not like you to complain about some anal play, my man.”
“Good one, you guys.” Padrig smiled, bringing them in closer to his embrace. “He knew he’d been
licked so he had to resort to that. I had him worked out from the word go. Sneaky bastard.”
The bunker was then illuminated by three red light signals. The final whistle blew. Padrig had
been given the match after the illegal move, a clear points winner.
Jasper punched the air, coming to kiss both his team mates square on their lips and with heaps of
tongue, too. “We did it.”
“Whooo hoooo, I knew there was something going on when the referee spoke to Padrig. Seems to
me that desperation cost the Ukrainians the match. Why would a competitor perform such an outright
illegal move for such an important game is anyone’s guess? To me it’s just crazy, crazy, crazy. They
literally gave the Australians the points for round two. The standing at one all as we go into round
three. So, what happens next? Well, the decider for the gold medal will be played tomorrow morning
right here at the Yokohama grid. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep, I’m chomping at the bit to find out if
Australia will win their first ever zero-G wrestling gold medal. Stay tuned, folks. Over to you, Chuck.”
***
“Welcome sports fans to the action here at Olympic Park. This morning, as the complex rises up for
the best possible view, round three of the zero-G wrestling is about to commence. So far we’ve had
drama, tears, ecstasy and agony as the Australians and the Ukrainians have contended for the gold.
We pick up the action as Jasper Arnold of Australia and Vladimir Koojak of the Ukraine are about to
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do battle in a game that will surely go down as one of the all time greats of the sport. Over to you,
Howard.”
Jasper breathed in deep, ignoring the slaps of encouragement by Padrig and Chalky, using his
energy to concentrate on the moment. His focus, for the here and now, was the supports at the
centre of the playing grid.
The whistle blew.
With all the energy he could muster, and as the gravity turbines were switched off, he pushed
himself from the wall and glided toward the centre. The referee came up to him straight away. “Let
this be a clean wrestle, gentlemen. Now shake hands and we’ll get underway as soon as possible.
Clear?”
“Yes, ref,” Jasper said, grabbing Vladimir’s hand and offering a strong hand shake. His palm was
sweaty and the look in his eyes was far from the steely determination Chalky offered, whether on
the grid or in a bed. A good sign that he was nervous about the match. A good sign that Jasper had
won the first psychological advantage before the starting whistle had even been blown.
When in position, the referee blew the whistle to commence.
Jasper came at Vladimir with the force of a road train, grappling him, trying to twist his body in
the weightlessness so that his back and shoulders were exposed to the wall.
“Jeepers, Jasper came out of the start holds like a bull out of a gate. That’s what we all like to see,
folks. Raw power wrapped up in such fine physical form. If I weren’t married I’d be all over Jasper like
stink on shit, the man is an Adonis. Seems plenty of the fans think the same, too, as the crowd here at
the Yokohama grid is going wild with excitement. Who can blame them? In fact, I do believe a couple
of folk in the front rows have fainted. Pity, they’ll miss out on seeing Jasper move like a panther and
being hypnotised by that damn fine arse of his.”
Jasper realised just in time that he had his head caught under Vladimir’s chest. He hoped to hell
the referee didn’t pick up on that, otherwise it would be a point against him. All he could wish for
now was a time advantage, being able to control Vladimir for the longest, because getting him off
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the grid and pinning him to the wall seemed a long shot. The man was skilled, perhaps more so that
Jasper.
The whistle blew.
The first part of the round had been spent. The two minutes of wrestle time expired. Jasper
glanced at the score board. He had four points, Vladimir, four points. He had to win the next part
otherwise the advantage would go to the Ukrainian.
He came to the bunker.
Chalky and Padrig were waiting for him, towel at the ready as well as their open arms. Jasper
accepted them both, making sure he groped both of their arses.
“He’s a tough nut, isn’t he?” Chalky asked.
“He’s scared,” Jasper said, matter-of-factly. “I can see it in his eyes. I just hope I can keep him held
long enough to get the points and that the referee doesn’t give him a sympathy vote for that penalty
in yesterday’s match.”
“Yeah, my arse is still tingling from all that thick Ukrainian thumb I had shoved up it,” Padrig said
with a laugh.
Chalky came and kissed Padrig. “Your arse is always tingling, you big soft hearted romantic.”
Jasper let out a chuckle, too. Padrig and Chalky were the best. “I’d say it’s because I pounded you
good and hard last night, more the fact. Not only did your arse tingle, your butt begged for more.”
The whistle blew.
“Time for me to go, guys. Wish me luck.” Jasper went to the entrance of the bunker.
“Hey, you don’t need it. You’ll have this guy pinned and we’ll all be fucking each other in no time
like good little boys,” Padrig said, slapping Jasper on his buttocks.
Jasper pounced from the wall. “I sure hope so,” he called back.
The whistle blew again, and once more Vladimir and Jasper locked horns, gripping each other
tight. The man growled. Was that a sign that he had come out this turn with a new found sense of
determination? Jasper had to think quick. He didn’t want this to turn the tide of the match.
He decided to use an old tactic, one that if he could pull it off, would gain him an advantage.
“I don’t believe it, folks. Jasper has gone into a death roll!”
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Jasper gritted his teeth as he used all his strength to turn Vladimir around and around. The grid
and all the crowd that surrounded him spun until they were nothing but a blur. But Jasper kept on
going. Tighter and tighter he drew in his opponent as he twisted him like a crocodile would its prey.
How he managed to grapple Vladimir around his torso and bear hug him at the same time was
anyone’s guess, but that’s what he did.
Then it happened.
“Oh my fucking godfather, there are chunks of breakfast floating all over the grid.”
Vladimir threw up.
The referee blew the whistle. For the longest moment the grid continued to spin even though
Jasper now held onto the support holds for dear life. He had to admit he didn’t feel too well himself.
He’d been a bit too enthusiastic in his manoeuvre, that’s for sure. Still. It worked. Vladimir looked
rattled, as well as green.
Then the score board reflected Jasper’s efforts. He was now five clear points ahead. “One more
point and I’ll have this sucker,” he mumbled to himself while the referee called for the end of the
turn.
Jasper pushed himself from the holds, heading for the team bunker. Chalky was jumping up in
the air, clapping his hand enthusiastically. Padrig wore a smile on his lips he’d so like to enhance by
shoving his erection down his throat.
But that was all for later.
For the here and now there was a medal to win, and as Jasper entered the bunker he couldn’t
help but get excited, his adrenalin soaking his body with the anticipation of victory.
“How was that?” Jasper asked, his emotions almost getting the better of him for he was pleased
he had gained back the advantage without too much physical pushing and pulling.
“That was fucking brilliant. I can’t believe he spewed his guts up though. Poor baby. Perhaps he
needs something more substantial in his stomach, hey?” Padrig said, motioning the cock sucking
gesture with his hand and mouth.
Jasper laughed. He couldn’t help it. He felt giddy after such a resounding result for the turn. “I
don’t think he could manage that, my man.”
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Chalky slapped Jasper on his buttocks. “What’s the use of a bloke who can’t keep it down once
he’s swallowed, hey?”
All three laughed together. Jasper loved these moments, and really, to him, this was what
wrestling was all about.
Then three red signal lights sounded, knocking them from their jovial mood.
“What’s happened?” Chalky said, reiterating Jasper’s thoughts to perfection.
“I don’t believe this. In fact, if you had told me earlier that this would have happened, then I would
have laughed in your face. Folks, Vladimir Koojak has withdrawn. Seems he is unable to go on and cites
medical reasons for his withdrawal. If you asked me he just got too spooked by the sheer brute
strength and brilliant tactics of Jasper Arnold. My god, imagine him giving you some loving, you’d be
praying for weeks afterward. So there you have it. Vladimir has pulled out of the match. Geezussss! The
game and the match and the gold medal has gone to Australia. They have done it. They have done it.
I’m so excited I think I’m going to pass out. All that’s left now is to watch the gold medal presentation
tomorrow at seven. Until then, we’d better get back to Chuck in the main studio before I lose my lunch
as well.”
Jasper, Chalky and Padrig let all of their emotions go and all at once, too, when the news of the
withdrawal hit home. They hugged and cheered and slapped each other over every part of their
bodies. They laughed and cried and laughed and cried some more. The sheer raw feeling of winning
the game almost overwhelmed Jasper. He not only wanted his team, over and over again. He wanted
Carlos, too. To share such a thing with his new boyfriend would be the greatest reward besides the
gold medal being placed around his neck.
When coach Andrew came into the bunker, they were still at it. Rolling around on the floor,
wrestling each other, too. Laughing and carrying on like school boys on graduation day. Finally, and
after the coach had joined in, offering his screams of joy to their mix of yells of victory, Jasper got to
his feet.
Chalky said, “I think we’d better all go get our dicks, gentlemen. This is going to be one hell of a
night.”
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***
When near the reattachment centre’s doors, and the crowds had been parted by the guards so
that Jasper and his team could get their belongings, Carlos came into view.
“Carlos!” Jasper yelled out, the euphoric feeling still abuzz within him.
Padrig and Chalky gave Jasper one of those, ah-ha looks when Carlos ran to come and embrace
Jasper, adding a couple of very sensual kisses for good measure.
“So this is the man that’s got our captain all hot under the collar?” Padrig winked. “By the Mother
of Mary, he is a damn fine example of the species, isn’t he?”
Jasper returned Carlos’s kiss, deeper and sending in his tongue, too. The experience of having his
boyfriend here at the moment of victory only served to enhance all the joy that had consumed him.
“He sure is,” Jasper whispered when he had parted their kiss.
“Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. Had a coach’s meeting.”
“Oh, I like those meetings. Nothing motivates an athlete more than getting a good hard fuck from
their coach,” Chalky said.
Carlos sighed. “Unfortunately my coach is straight.”
“Damn. What a waste.” Padrig slapped Carlos on his back.
Carlos smiled, one that Jasper come to know as that of want. “It doesn’t bother me, really. Each to
their own. But I do think we should all go celebrate your win when you’re all whole. How about it?”
Jasper’s stomach turned in that delicious way, and if he had his cock attached right now it would
be bulging with appreciation. “Don’t you have training?”
“That was the reason for the meeting. I have a rest day before the marathon later tomorrow.
Lucky me, because that means I can have some quality time with my big, strong man now, doesn’t
it?” Carlos again kissed Jasper.
“Say, can we join you?” Chalky asked. “Paddy and me won the game, too, you know.”
Carlos laughed. “I don’t see why not. What do you reckon, Jasper, baby?”
Jasper let out a hungry for man-loving growl, bringing Carlos tighter into his embrace and
causing his boyfriend’s smile to broaden. “I don’t care so long as I’ve got me some loving from all
the men I love.”
When they had reattached their dicks, and once more in the team bunker back at the grid, Jasper
came to kiss Carlos, let him know that now was the time they could be together. Besides, he couldn’t
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wait another moment. Pre-cum was already dribbling from his piss slit in anticipation. If he had to
wait any longer he wouldn’t need lube.
“Just get your gear off, Carlos,” Jasper said when he parted their kiss. “I don’t think me and the
boys can wait any longer.”
Padrig helped Carlos remove his clothes. When naked, Padrig and Chalky gasped. Carlos was also
ready for action, standing proud and tall and erect as all hell. His smile was there, too, as welcoming
as his cock that demanded them to feast their gaze upon it. Jasper came to embrace his boyfriend.
“Fuck me good and hard, that’s some nice meat, you’ve got there, Carlos,” Chalky said, that steely
look of determination striking his eyes.
Jasper knew his eager team mate wanted to get on his knees and suck on Carlos like a babe at a
teat. But he also knew that Carlos was a guest in their bunker. “You’re the centre of attention, my
man. What do you want to do? We’ll go at your pace.”
Padrig and Chalky were holding each other. Chalky had his other hand on his own cock, jerking
himself off, keeping his erection so that he would be ready for anything. “I don’t care what we do,
this is so damn fuckin hot,” Chalky said, his gaze fixed on Carlos.
Carlos, with a smooth and casual voice, said. “I want you all to come around so I can suck you off
in turn. Then, Jasper, my big, strong man, I want you to fuck me good and hard. How does that
sound?”
Chalky took in the air through his teeth. “You are a gay man’s dream, Carlos, buddy.”
Jasper moved so that he could get the stool for his boyfriend. “He sure is a dream.”
Carlos sat on the stool provided, opening his legs so that he could remain comfortable while in
his aroused state. “You’re first, Chalky.”
Chalky didn’t hesitate.
He came so that he could place his cock onto Carlos’s lips, retracting his foreskin so that his head
could have all the attention of his tongue. Pre-cum oozed from his piss slit. Jasper and Padrig came
to stand next to Chalky, offer Carlos support by caressing him while he worked Chalky’s length.
The sight of Carlos’s nose deep in Chalky’s pubes, the sound of sucking and slurping in the air,
was nothing short of amazing. Jasper’s stomach turned in that delicious way it did whenever he saw
something that excited him.
Carlos cupped Chalky’s balls while he worked his length, too. All Chalky could do was moan
while he was being blown. That, and mumbling a couple of corny porn lines. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh,
fuck yeah, baby. Oh fuck.”
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Then Carlos came away, licking his lips. Chalky’s cock was slick with his attention. “Now you,
Padrig.”
Chalky stepped aside, making sure he continued to touch himself while he waited for more
attention from whoever was willing to provide it. He wouldn’t have to wait long with so many eager
mouths and arses around him.
Padrig’s groans of delight soon filled the bunker. Again, seeing those beautiful lips of Carlos’s
work along Padrig’s length, wetting him, pleasuring him, was something that stirred Jasper onto
even more carnal thoughts than he already had. He couldn’t wait until it was his turn.
“You now, my big, strong man,” Carlos said, wiping saliva from his chin and once Padrig had
taken his cock out of his mouth.
“I have other ideas,” Jasper said, helping Carlos up from the stool. “Lie down. I want to have you.
You deserve some loving, my man.”
“I brought the protection,” Carlos whispered as he came to embrace, Jasper.
A moment later, and after Jasper had placed on the condom and added ample amounts of lube,
he was at Carlos’s rim with his tongue. The smell of his wonderful musk overwhelming his senses,
and he was spurred on to lick him all over, his balls included. Jasper was in heaven, especially as he
could hear Padrig and Chalky giving each other their loving, too.
Carlos opened his legs wider, holding them up behind his knees so that his arsehole was even
more than available for his lover. Jasper obeyed his boyfriend’s intention. Seemed he loved to be
licked. Who could blame him? From experience Jasper knew that Carlos would be swimming in a
swarm of pleasure, his spin tingling as his rim was stimulated.
Jasper couldn’t help but smile as he worked his tongue in circles around his boyfriend’s arsehole.
Even Carlos’s balls quivered as his whole body shuddered. Air was sucking in, before he finally
managed, “Take me quick, baby. Take me.” His voice was like a desperate cry. A cry soaked with a
need, a hunger for their relationship to be consummated.
Jasper didn’t hesitate.
He was in position, his hardness pressed against Carlos’s warmth within seconds of his cry out
for more. Without a word, Jasper grabbed Carlos by his waist and used that leverage to push
himself deep inside his boyfriend. After the initial hesitation, Carlos’s arsehole relented. Jasper sunk
his length in as far as he could go. Gaining a rhythm so he could stimulate his boyfriend’s prostate,
give him all the pleasure he could ever want.
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Carlos was now writhing underneath Jasper, his eyelids closed tight, his face a mask of both
pleasure and pain. He mumbled words, but Jasper couldn’t catch them. Then again, he didn’t need
to. It was clear the man was in heaven.
A long moment after the initial entry, Carlos let out a cry, louder and with more intent than any
he had done before. Jasper looked down just in time to see his boyfriend’s cock spurt out his cum all
over his stomach and chest. The sight was beautiful and one that made Jasper orgasm, too. He just
couldn’t hold on any longer, anyway. This was all too good.
When he had given as much as he could give, his energy spent, his muscles heated so that he was
sweating like a race horse, filling the condom to capacity, he pulled out.
Carlos opened his eyelids. “Come to me.”
They embraced.
Jasper kissed his boyfriend. Over and over their tongues danced and chased each others. In the
background he could hear Chalky and Padrig also reach their climax. The bunker was well and truly
filled with the sound of both love and victory tonight. That pleased Jasper. He had succeeded as a
team captain and as a lover.