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He was a boy… particularly annoying.
At school he did well; sometimes he studied, sometimes he copied, but every time he came up with quite convincing grades. The professors loved him, and they weren’t the only ones. The students liked him too, especially the girls.
The boys found him mostly likeable, but some couldn’t stand him… or were afraid of him. In fact he was quite intimidating: tall, muscular, athletic, with his left arm fully tattooed… yes, he was scary.
I remember he dated a different girl every week; most of the most beautiful girls in school had seen him naked at least once. I still remember the envy I felt for him and all those like him: a burning and unbearable feeling of inadequacy and inferiority.
I hated the fact that he could have a new girlfriend whenever he wanted, just as I hated the fact that they kept following him even though it was clear that he was not interested in having serious relationships with any of them.
I have always considered myself a better person than him: I studied with more dedication, I created fewer problems, I was much more respectful, I always dressed elegantly, I trained every day and unlike him I did not waste my time in useless parties or fights … Yet I have never experienced his success with girls.
He often walked into the classroom with red knuckles or swollen eyes. He was a hoodlum, and he prided himself on being one. He and his group of thugs annoyed everyone, and the worst thing is that they acted as if they were in the right.
They said they were just punishing assholes for their misdeeds, so both boys and girls looked at them with respect, and it was this factor that convinced me to enroll in a martial arts course. I thought that I too would start getting more respect if I started doing some combat sports, but… it didn’t happen.
I’ve been doing jiujitsu for six years now. I am a black belt, I have also won several competitions. Yet no one seems to find my passion interesting, someone even consider it “useless”.
Since school end things have improved for me though. Now I study at a good university, I live alone with my girlfriend, I do a nice part-time job … everything is fine. I’m happy, maybe even more than him.
I can say that because a few days ago I happened to meet him by chance in a bar. He was drinking all alone and thoughtfully, while I was there with my girlfriend. My first instinct was to not let me being seen and avoid him, but then I noticed the clothes he was wearing … trivial and poor stuff. Mine were expensive and elegant clothes instead, so I thought … “why run”?
I was sure I would only look good if my girlfriend compared the two of us, and I also wanted to show that guy how beautiful my girlfriend was.
I was lucky with her, I have to admit it. I met her in the gym, she is a martial arts enthusiast. It was very difficult for me to conquer her, so the desire to show her to him was very high … I wanted to show her off like I would do with a trophy.
In the end, driven by the curiosity to know how he was doing and by the desire to flex my clothes and my love conquest, I decided to approach him and said hello.
At school we never talked that much, but we were on good terms… more or less. He didn’t know I found him unpleasant or annoying, so he always treated me like I was just another ass licker ready to compliment him every time he flexed his muscles.
He didn’t even remember my name when he saw me, but he remembered my face so he greeted me and told me that he was in a hurry but that he wouldn’t mind meeting me again another day … and that day is today.
<<Honey!>> my girlfriend calls me from the other room <<Your friend has arrived! Shall I open it?>>
I take a deep breath, and throwing a last glance at the bathroom mirror I reply by saying <<Wait, I’ll open it!>>
I leave the bathroom, walk towards the front door, and when I open it I find Diesel on the other side, waiting.
He is dressed exactly like last time, with simple shirt and shorts. He is muscular as usual, biceps calves and thighs are really to be envied, and when his gaze fits with mine … I …
<<Hello.>> I greet him, with growing nervousness.
<<Hey.>> he gives me a pat on my shoulder <<Nice house.>> he adds entering the hall.
<<Thanks.>>
Having said that, he walks quietly inside the house, basically treating me as if I were nothing more than a doorman.
The more time passes, the more I wonder why I accepted this strange “reunion”. We have never been friends, I should never have said yes to him when he asked me to come and see me at home. We don’t know each other at all, we don’t even know what we’re supposed to talk about, and in fact he’s not talking to me now… he’s talking to my girlfriend.
They have been sitting on the sofa laughing and joking for an hour now. Initially I was there with them too, but after recalling the few shared memories we have of school, those two started talking about their respective passions and plans for the future and started to totally ignore me.
Diesel is apparently a successful model. He’s not famous, but he works for a big company, the Divine Beauty Agency. He showed some of his photos to my girlfriend, who was a little too interested in them, and in all this time I have not been able to get into their discussions.
He paid no attention to me, while she had no reason to give it to me, and in the end the situation was resolved in a rather… particular way.
<<It’s almost lunchtime.>> I said at one point, hoping to find an excuse to send him away.
<<Yes, I will soon be hungry.>> was his reply <<Shall we order something?>>
My girlfriend nodded <<Yes, why not?>>
<<I … uh … I don’t really want to order anything, really …>> I tried to say at that point.
<<So let’s do this>> suggested Diesel <<you prepare lunch for us. If it’s good we eat it, otherwise we order something. Okay?>>
That proposal left me literally stunned. It seemed absurd, totally out of place, and when my girlfriend laughed I thought she was thinking the same thing.
But no.
<<I like the idea!>> she said with an amused smile.
<<Ehm … well … I don’t really want to cook either …>> was my somewhat nervous response.
<<Then we will order something.>> Diesel concluded the discussion like that, then he returned to talk to my girlfriend ignoring me completely.
All of this… made me angry. Why is she giving him all this attention? I don’t understand, it’s not fair, she’s my girlfriend after all …
For a moment I thought that I would finally have my “revenge” against him, but now I know that he’s still much happier and more fulfilled than me. He’s also certainly richer since he works for one of the largest fashion agencies in the world, and despite my physical efforts he also remained more athletic.
Um… maybe that’s why my girlfriend is giving him all this attention … For his physique.
Come to think of it, she only became interested in me when I started making some serious progress in the gym. At first she ignored me completely, but when I got my black belt she started giving me a lot more attention.
I conquered her using jiujitsu, so maybe I can use jiujistsu to take her attention back to me …
<<Hey, Diesel …>> I say as soon as I find the opportunity to do it <<but what happened to Sam? He’s in jail?>>
<<Sam?>> is his somewhat perplexed response; he didn’t expect this question<<Well … Sam is fine.>>
<<Who is Sam? >> my girlfriend asks at this point
<<One of those with whom he went to do stupid fight and beatings.>> I answer.
<<What-? Beatings?>> she says, throwing at him a surprised look.
Diesel lets out a small smile <<Well … Sam and I have often found ourselves in street fights and things like that.>>
<<Why?>>
He shrugs <<Boys things. Nothing serious.>>
<<And have you ever been hurt?>>
<<Nah, never. We were the ones who hurt others >>
<<Well, that’s normal. You only beat those who could not defend themselves. >> I intervene at this point.
Diesel gives me a sharp look <<That’s not true. Never beaten a defenseless guys.>>
<<I’m not saying that you have beaten boys in wheelchairs, just that you’ve beaten people who could not defend themselves properly, who did not know how to punch or react to a punch.>>
<<And how do you know?>>
<<Well, I’ve been doing jiujitsu for six years now, and I’m pretty sure a white belt would beat up any inexperienced thug without problems.>>
<<So what? What are you trying to say?>>
<<I’m trying to say that if no one has ever hurt you, it is because none of those you’ve beat was praticing combat sports.>>
<<You say?>>
<<Yes.>>
<<I don’t really agree with that, but ok.>>
<<You say this only because you have never faced someone who knows how to defend himselves.>>
<<Well … if you want we can check if this theory is correct.>>
I barely hold back a smirk; my plan is working <<How?>>
<<Jiujitsu is that sport where you fight on the ground, right? No punches or anything like that…>>
<<Exactly.>>
<<Good. Let’s do it then.>>
<<Do what?>>
<<Jiujitsu. Let’s do it. We lay down and … we fight. If you win, I pay for the lunch. But if I win, you’re the one who’s going to pay.>>
<<Hey, hey, hey, guys. >> my girlfriend intervenes with a serious and worried voice <<Now stop joking. Calm down.>>
<<Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him, I promise.>> I tell her <<I just want to show him what I’m talking about.>>
<<But why?>> she protests <<It doesn’t make any sense! It’s just stupid!>>
<<No, it’s just to have fun, don’t worry. >> Diesel tells her, getting up <<And you should be happy because after I fuck him I’ll fuck you too.>> he adds, giving her a wink and making her laugh again.
This latest provocation only increase my desire to humiliate him. If before I would have contented myself with a very banal chokehold or a simple armbar, now I really want to destroy him.
I get up from the chair I was sitting on, ready to fight.
<<What are the rules?>> he asks me, looking me straight in the eye <<No kicks, punches or teeth … right>>
<<Yes. And obviously no low blows or … well, deadly things.>>
<<Got it. Do we do it here?>>
<<Yes. And whoever loses pays lunch for everyone.>>
<<Perfect.>>
We prepare the living room for the fight moving away the sofa the armchair and the coffee table, then we both take off our shoes but Diesel does more … he also takes off his shirt, showing off his sculpted physique and making my girlfriend applaud amused.
<<Ready?>> I ask him at the end, putting myself in front of him.
<<Yes.>>
<<Let’s start then.>>
Diesel and I fought, just like I wanted. I provoked him precisely to push him to this; I was hoping to make a good impression in front of my girlfriend, I wanted to humiliate him as I do with almost everyone in my gym … This is how I conquered her when I met her, winning tournaments and dominating both her and others with my body.
She likes it, I know. Our favorite sex games are fighting games, where we pretend to fight and then start fucking; she loves being dominated by my armbars, and she gets aroused while I strangle her or subject her to a bodyscissor; she can deny it or try to hide it, but I know she fell in love with me just because I am a jiujitsu black belt.
So my plan was to fight Diesel just to make him surrender; I wanted to make him lower his crest, make him humbler, and of course I wanted to take back my girlfriend’s attention.
But it all went wrong.
Right from the start I felt… something strange. It was as if gravity got heavier. Breathing required more energy than usual, my body seemed to become heavier and less responsive, and also my thoughts seemed to go slower …
And then there was Diesel’s body … The more I looked at it, the more I wanted to run away from it. His muscles seemed to become much more visible and thick, there was no part of his body that did not seem to explode with energy: calves, biceps, thighs, pectorals … everything about him seemed full of power.
That body was just majestic, a spectacle for the eyes.
And speaking of eyes… well, this was probably just an impression, but when I didn’t look directly at the eyes of Diesel their color seemed to change … to red.
All of this doesn’t matter though. What matters is what happened next.
He pounced on me, and immediately I found myself overwhelmed by his strength.
My body responded to my commands slowly, it was as if I was under the effect of the lag, while he was… absurd; his movements were precise and flawless while mine were much more hesitant than usual, and my head was unable to formulate a strategy of any kind.
This was the first time I faced a person who surpasses me in every single possible way: he was bigger, thicker, taller, heavier, faster, more precise, more responsive, more powerful, stronger , more energetic, and even much more technical; I felt like a little white belt fighting a gigantic world champion.
After a few minutes I had practically given up. I wasn’t fighting anymore, he was the one doing everything. My body had become his personal toy, he would turn me around as he pleased while giggling and making silly jokes, and the more I tried to stop him, the more he made fun of me.
And then the worst thing of all that episode happened: my girlfriend … well, I don’t know how to describe what actually happened.
Initially she just observed the scene in silence. When I could I looked at her, and her gaze was… amused. Seeing me in trouble didn’t worry her at all, in fact she often giggled at Diesel’s jokes. That fact did not demoralize me though, on the contrary it gave me the strength not to give up immediately and to continue fighting, albeit in vain.
I didn’t want to let her down by withdrawing from the fight after a few minutes, but maybe I should have because at some point Diesel started… undressing me.
The first things he took off me were my socks. I thought he did it just to tease me, but then he took off my shirt, exposing my small body.
The last thing he took off me was my underwear. I remember thinking about my girlfriend and why she wasn’t intervening to help me, but thinking about it I didn’t really oppose that move either. I tried to avoid it and escape his grasp, it’s true, but my efforts weren’t real.
I could have screamed, I could’ve asked for help, I could have given up, I could’ve cried even … but instead I just fought him by force, knowing that I would’ve lose.
The more we fought, the more I wanted to continue though. The anger, the pain, the fear, the nervousness… all of these feelings were turning into something I never thought I’d feel in these situations.
Pleasure.
Yes. I was enjoying being dominated so brutally by Diesel’s body, I even liked my girlfriend’s cold, sassy gaze. I tried to resist of course, I tried to fight both him and that senseless feeling… but I couldn’t doing it for long.
Eventually Diesel trapped me in a rather humiliating grip, the “bow and arrow choke“, and it was at this moment that she stepped in… but not to help me.
<<Wow, you were right. >> she said approaching slowly towards us <<He really likes it.>>
<<I told you he was just a little bitch.>> I heard Diesel say.
My girlfriend bent down in front of us and looked me straight between my legs, towards my genital organ <<Damn … I’ve never seen it so hard. You excited him more than me.>>
I heard Diesel chuckle <<I tend to have this effect on bitches.>>
Since I had one leg completely raised and my penis totally exposed, she grabbed my penis in her hands. I tried to tell her to stop, but Diesel’s choke tightened and prevented me from speaking or using my arms effectively.
<<Shall we play a game?>> I heard her say.
<<What game?>>
<<You try to make him sleep, I try to make him cum. Let’s see who do it first.>>
<<Sounds funny.>> was the answer, and from that point… well, she started jerking me off while Diesel started choking me for real.
The craziest thing of all? I liked both of those things, and I liked them so much that I gave up, I totally let myself go; I stopped resisting in any form and immersed myself in a world full of pleasant pain and sweet humiliation.
I remember closing my eyes and losing consciousness with a smile of pleasure on my face; before I fainted I came though, and as much as I hate to admit it … that was the best cumshot of my life.
When I opened my eyes, I did it in a small puddle of semen.
I was naked, lying on the ground and alone. My clothes were where Diesel had thrown them, but there was no trace of him or my girlfriend.
I got up and the first thing I did was go to the bathroom to clean me up.
The house was empty, there was no one inside.
Leaving the bathroom I went to clean the mess I had done in the living room, after which I got dressed and only at that moment I notice that my wallet was missing from the pockets of my trousers; I found it on the living room table with a note next to it.
“I’m going to lunch with Diesel, see you later. Since you lost you have to pay for us, so we took some money out of your wallet. And also the credit card, because I want to do some shopping. I’ll talk to you tonight… or tomorrow, I don’t know when I’ll be back”.
The handwriting was my girlfriend’s.
I opened my wallet and it was completely empty; only my documents were there, the rest was gone.
At that point I went to my room and threw myself on the bed, and now I’m still here, with tears in my eyes.
My phone often vibrates for notifications. It is my bank’s application that informs me of all purchases that are being made with my card. I’m not even counting them, even if by now I think they have exceeded two thousand euros in expenses.
Right now I’m just thinking about Diesel and the way he destroyed me this afternoon… and while I think about it, I masturbate.