Stop wrestling with your emotions and come wrestle me instead.

I dominate with my hairy foot over a skinny faggot

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Hakim vs Ticao

Big Baz and Little Tom

Baz playfully manhandled Tom into a headlock, then let Tom swivel around and jab him in the paunch.

“Why don’t you admit it?” said Baz, “you know you find me hot. It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Fuck you!” teased back Tom, squeezing Baz’s belly, which had been protruding more and more lately out of his muscle-bound body.

“Tell me how manly you find this sexy beer gut, eh?” ribbed Baz.

“I’ve gotta admit, that gut’s got a hold over me,” said Tom, running his hands all over Baz’s belly. This always ended up happening now, whenever Tom and Baz found themselves alone.

"So masculine isn’t it?” pouted Baz, “turns you on so much, doesn’t it, gay boy?" 

Baz pushed his belly out as far as it would go, and at the same time rolled up his sleeves and flexed his biceps.

"You know it,” said Tom. "Do you suppose you could grow it bigger, just for me?”

Baz laughed.

“Even if just a bit, you know?”

Baz scooped Tom up and dangled him upside down.

“Just for you,” he chortled conspiratorially. “Our little secret, between me and you - but don’t tell anyone okay?”

*

Barry, known as Baz, or “Big Baz” as per his wrestling nickname, at 5'10" and 300lbs was the biggest and toughest musclehead on the campus, with a reputation for showing off his brawn and rough-housing the smaller nerdy types.

Tom, who everyone called Little Tom, lived in the same student block as Baz, and was his favourite target. Only 5'2" and 128lbs, he kept himself in shape, but was no match for Baz, who loved to creep up behind him and give him wedges, or lift him up, carry him on his shoulder and twirl him around. Tom’s friends felt Baz took things too far, but Tom, one of the smartest students on his course, did not mind too much. Truth be told, he fancied Baz like crazy and enjoyed the attention, however boorish it was. Any opportunity to be physically close to him was worth it, whatever the discomfort and humiliation. He wondered if at some level Baz felt something back for him, and hoped he did, but could never be sure. One day, though, he was determined to give that big goofy sexy stud his comeuppance, and have his way with him in the sack into the bargain.

One day, in the student pub, boozed-up Baz was acting up raucously with his mates. Everybody’s eyes were on him everywhere he went. He was the star attraction. People followed him around just to be in his glow.

“I challenge anyone who dares to a no-rules, no-holds barred wrestling match,” Baz boomed from the karaoke platform. “If anyone can last more than 5 minutes with me, they get my new stereo system.”

Baz’s loutish friend, Jason, known as Jaz, got up to speak next. “The match will be held at my gym, with me as referee. Big Baz versus whoever. But no time-wasters please.”

Jaz came across like a brutish, foul-mouthed uneducated lout, but in fact he had all the privileges of an expensive private education and wealthy parents, who had funded a private gym for him, which he used to enhance his social status at university. He liked to pose as a rough, working-class lad made good, which was  why he cultivated mates like Baz, who more closely matched that image than he did. 

Nobody dared to meet the challenge. Jaz and Baz’s other acolytes marauded the pub, daring random people to wrestle Baz, or asking them to telephone or text friends of theirs, to see if they would be interested. But none were forthcoming.

“I will take you on, big boy,” came a sweet, high-pitch voice.

Everyone turned to a table near the back, where a petite, effeminate looking lad with curly ginger hair and radioactive green eyes was sitting all by himself, drinking apple juice. It was Tom.

Baz, Jaz and Baz’s girlfriend, Marilyn, known as Maz, all burst out laughing, and soon everybody else was joining in.

“You cannae be serious!” yelled Ross, Tom’s best friend Sue’s boyfriend, in his inimical Scottish accent, and the laughter erupted again.

Baz scooped Tom up in his arms, hurled him over his shoulder and began spinning him around, to widespread mirth, then dropped him onto the bar, with his head hanging over one side and his legs the other side.

“I won’t know whether to fight him or fuck him!” grunted Baz, and the crowd laughed so hard and started becoming so rowdy that the poor, struggling barmaid had to plead with them all to quieten down.

“Little Tom,” said Baz after calm emerged, “I’ve got to give you this: you’ve got guts, more than all these other people here.”

There was a round of clapping, following which Baz shook Tom’s hand, in a gentlemanly way at first, but then squeezing his hand so bonecrunchingly hard Tom’s face contorted with pain, and there were renewed shrieks of laughter.

“Big Baz and Little Tom, see you at the gym, 7pm tomorrow,” said Jaz.

Just before departing, Baz and Tom glanced at each other, and Baz pushed out his belly and patted it, grinning as Tom’s eyes consumed every moment of the gesture.

*

“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Sue, Ross’ girlfriend and Tom’s best friend. “You have nothing to prove. You’re miles and miles better than what he is, he doesn’t have a fraction of your intelligence, and you’re a really sweet guy, whereas he is a total douchebag. Why expose yourself to what you know they’re going to do to you? I don’t trust them. Tom, I’m seriously worried you’ll get hurt. I don’t want you to go to this. I can’t understand why you want to go. Why don’t you just call them and say you’ve changed your mind? Everybody will understand. Nobody will think any less of you.”

Tom grinned cryptically. “Oh, don’t worry, Sue, I’ll be okay,” he said. 

“But they’re thugs, you’ve seen what they’re like.”

“Despite everything, Baz and I have an understanding. He knows how far to go and when to stop. He’s not as bad as lots of people think he is. At least not to me, anyway.”

Sue pulled a face. “Seriously?” she asked.

Tom nodded.

“Tania said to me at lunch the other day that she thinks you fancy him.”

Tom put his fingers to his lips, and Tania started giggling.

*

“You know the rules,” drooled Jaz. “Which is there are no rules,” he added with a smirk. 

“Get on with it, we’re meant to be going out in 20 minutes, I’m not standing around here all evening waiting for this to start,” nagged Maz, annoyed that her boyfriend was interrupting her social life by picking a stupid wrestling match with someone he picked up like a sack of potatoes and threw around every day for fun.

“It’ll be over 2 minutes max,” sad Jaz.

Baz and Tom squared each other up in the wrestling ring. The contrast between them was dramatic, almost offensive - 5'10" and 300lbs of Big Baz versus 5’ 2" and 128lbs of Little Tom. 

“Ready?” shouted Baz.

“Ready!” yelled back Tom in his campy voice, causing Baz, Jaz and Maz to guffaw cruelly with laughter.

“Coming for yer!” said Baz, and started to run at Tom mockingly, almost grabbing him but then letting him get away, time and again. Baz turned his back to Tom, arched his ass out then vocalised a disgusting farting imitation. Jaz laughed riotously, but Maz became impatient. “Come on, come on, get this over with you big lazy lump!”

Tom began to dance on his feet.

“This is wrestling, not dancing you prat!” yelled Maz. “Though Baz, you should join in because you need to lose that belly, y'know, I keep telling ya.”

Then Baz came for Tom and picked him straight up over his shoulder, like he had done so many times before, and threw him out of the ring. Jaz began the count-out: “One, two, three, four, five…!”

Tom crawled back into the ring. Baz made no attempt to pursue him, giving Tom a chance to get his breath back. This was so easy, he thought, and messing around with Tom was so much fun, even if - especially if - it was pissing off Maz.

“C'mom we’re going to the party in 10 minutes, hurry up and get this over!” complained Maz.

“Not now, we’re wrestling!” said Baz, and Jaz laughed.

“You prefer spending time with him to spending time with me,” maoned Maz, causing Jaz to burst out laughing again.

“Oh, but Tom is more fun!” retorted Baz, swinging Tom towards the ring ropes, which Tom bounced off, then lost his balance and fell over.

“C'mon, get serious, destroy him, Baz!” growled Jaz, now getting impatient that Baz was going so soft with Tom.

Tom struggled to his feet, then started punching Baz in  the chest, but Baz just stood there nonchalantly, taking it, not showing or feeling an iota of pain or budging an inch. 

“Hit me as hard as you can, Tom,” jeered Baz, “c'mon as hard as you can”.

Tom pounded Baz again and again in the chest, but to no avail. Then he whacked him in the belly, which slightly winded him. Baz immediately recovered, scooped Tom up and went to slam him into the mat, but paused the movement right before the end, and discreetly slipped his open hand under Tom’s head, softening the impact, so Tom would not be too much hurt. Maz and Jaz both clapped. Baz went for the pin. “One, two…” counted Jaz.

“OOOWWWWW!!!” shrieked Baz in agony, as Tom squeezed his balls in a vice-like grip with his small femine hands, and rolled Baz off himself.

“Hey that’s cheating, you runty little bastard!” shrieked Maz. “Get your hands off my boyfriend’s balls!”

Tom continued to squeeze.

“OOWWWWWWW” yelled Baz frantically, as Tom intensified his claw-like grip.

“You know the rules,” Jaz said to Maz, “there are no rules”.

“Stop, stop, stop, OWWW!” howled Baz, “let go you fucking little cunt!”

“Submission win to Tom,” announced Jaz, shocked.

“Hey I didn’t submit!” protested Baz.

“Oh you didn’t?” challenged Tom, squeezing tighter. Tom hollered even louder. “Okay, okay, just stop, just stop!” he cried.

“Only on condition that when we get back in the changing room, I can punish you.”

“Okay, okay,” blubbered Baz.

Tom let Baz go, who, along with Jaz and Maz, was stunned into silence.

*

Back in the dressing room, Baz bear hugged Tpm to within an inch of life, then released him, causing him to stumble backwards.

“Wow, boy, you were good out there!” congratulated Baz. “Do you know, I think we could make a wrestler out of you yet.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely,” he said, “although remember you can’t go for a guy’s privates in a real, professional match” he added pointedly, “that’s against the rules…and…and…and against the code of what guys do to each other.”

“Well, you stipulated the no rules, no holds barred thing.”

“True, true,” said Baz, his thoughts drifting.

“Now for your punishment,” said Tom, an impish grin on his face.

“What’s it gonna be?”

Tom moved close up to Baz, and leaned in to kiss him. Baz paused still, dead silent, for several tense moments, and was about to reciprocate when Tom drew away.

“On your knees, big boy,” Tom whispered.

Seconds later, Tom had dropped his pants and Baz was on the floor, staring at Tom’s smooth crotch, taking Tom’s rock hard cock in his mouth - surprisingly big for such a small guy - and looking up into Tom’s eyes while Tom stroked his hair and cradled his hands around his head, guiding him to go faster or slower. Baz had never done this before, he had only done sex with girls. This was so different, so humbling, but so goddamned hot, he never wanted it to end. On and on it went, Baz becoming more and more hypnotised into the rhythms of his cock-sucking, Tom’s breathing and grunting becoming louder and louder, until Tom felt himself about to cum, drew his cock from Baz’s mouth, then shot a massive hot load all over the big goof’s face.

“Come and look,” said Tom giggling, girlishly leading Baz by the hand towards the mirror on the wall, so Baz could see his face and hair smothered in jism. They both burst into uncontrollable chuckling, and Tom threw his arms arounds around Baz, touching him all over his newly-fattened ass and belly, and Baz found his hands wandering all over Tom’s body, and before they knew it, Baz had a massive erection, which Tom groped and teased through his underwear.

“ARE YOU GUYS COMING OUT OF THERE?” screeched Maz’s voice from outside the changing room. “We’ve got to get a move on, NOW!”

Tom quietly pulled Baz down so his face was level with his. “I’ve wanted you so much for so long,” he said softly. “And I want you to do something very special for me.”

“Anything,” said Baz softly.

Tom’s hand ran under Baz’s shirt and felt up his belly, his finger lingering in his belly hole. “Carry on growing this food baby for me, okay?”

Baz blushed, and kissed Tom gently on the lips. “You know I will,” he said, blushing all over. “Come round for my new stereo later, by the way,” he added.

“You mean my old stereo?” correctedTom, and they both smiled.

*

“Come in, come in,” said Baz, beckoning Tom into his room.

Tom entered, knowing, as he did so, that he was crossing a threshold. Before, Baz would never have invited him into his room because he would have been worried about what his friends would think of him hanging around with a dweeb like Tom. Now, Baz did not care about any of that crowd, Tom reflected, as he slipped his hands lovingly under Baz’s shirt and felt up his firm, hairy, roundening gut.

“Getting bigger, stud,” said Tom, reaching up to plant a warm kiss on Baz’s mouth. 

Baz held Tom like a baby, lifting him off his feet, returning his kisses gently, stroking his hair softly, cradling him like the sweetest, most delicate, most precious china doll there ever was.

“I wanted to talk,” said Tom.

“So did I,” said Baz. “So, me and Maz split. It’s no big thing. It was always a social thing with her anyway, she only wanted me for the social status, but now I’m no longer going to all her parties with her, and this belly of mine is getting bigger, she’s no longer interested. It was never serious anyway. She was sleeping with other guys on the side, I knew that and didn’t care. So nobody’s leaving this hurt or anything.”

Tom listened carefully, nodding thoughtfully. Baz had changed a lot over the last three months. Not just physically - he had gained over 40lbs in fat - but the people he hung out with and his whole perspective had altered. He was no longer socialising much with Jaz anymore, in particular, although Baz continued to attend Jaz’s gym, where Jaz still let him have free sessions. Plus his tough guy reputation had been dampened by his humiliation at the hands of Tom at the wrestling match, which Jaz and Maz had not kept secret.

“I feel bad for what I did to you,” said Tom, “squeezing your testicles and all. I mean, really it was unfair, it was a sexual assault even, and I shouldn’t have done it. I feel so bad.”

Baz laughed. “After everything I did to you, I deserved it,” he said, “I deserved it, we both know that what I did to you and some of the others too was just rotten.”

“It was,” said Tom sternly, remembering the way Baz had treated all the nerdy guys, “though in my case I think we both know I rather enjoyed it,” he added.

Baz pressed his big belly into Tom, knowing that was a bait Tom could not resist, and in seconds Tom had ripped Baz’s top off and was suckling on his meaty, softening tits and gliding his fingers all around Baz’s belly, poking his belly button, and letting his hands slip lower still, to tease and fondle that place that Baz longed to be touched. It was like a supernatural, animal magnetism guided their every thought, sensation and movement. Before either of them knew it, they crossed together into the realm of voluptuous delights, with Tom alternating between worshipping Baz’s weighty fat belly with kisses and caresses, and engulfing his big, horny, hardening cock in his mouth, driving Baz into deeper and louder guttural moans of passion, until he collapsed on to the bed in post-orgasmic ecstasy, hardly able to believe how this tiny little guy could get him off so fucking much, and get him off better and better almost every single fucking time. The blissfulness he felt was so intense, his gratitude to Tom more impassioned than anything he had ever felt before. Tom made him feel so fucking good it was unreal, and he longed, more than he had longed for anything else before in his life, to give Tom something back in return.

“Tom, I want you really bad,” he said, rolling over on the bed and arching his back, presenting Tom with the widest, roundest, brawniest, sexiest, hungriest, fattest ass he had ever seen. Tom could hardly believe what he was being offered, having fantasised about this so many times, but always imagining a guy like Baz would never submit himself to it. Without missing a beat, Tom slapped Baz’s ass cheeks in arousal, and coated his dainty finger in lube and pressed it gently into Baz’s boyhole, causing Baz to grunt and writhe in a way that turned Tom on more than ever, as he gently stroked Baz’s balls, and watched enraptured as Baz’s hanging belly heaved in and out as his breathing increased.

“I want this so, so much,” rasped Tom, “but are you sure you’re ready?”

Baz arched his back more, thrusting his ginormous plump ass shamelessly and yieldingly into Tom’s hard finger. “Oh yes, baby, I want to feel you, all of you!” he cried. Tom grew intoxicated with horniness as he watched Baz’s buttocks quiver and tremble with anticipation and excitement, and felt Baz’s virgin manhole doing exactly the same thing around his finger.. Sliding his spare hand around the big sexy beast’s bulging wide lovehandles, he slowly pressed in then withdrew his finger from Baz’s hole, emitting whimpers of pleasure from Baz, then thrust in his dick, slowly and softly, then harder and faster, giving his insatiable lover everything and more he was craving and begging for.

*

In the shower together afterwards, Tom and Baz rubbed soap all over each others’ bodies, hugging and kissing all the while, touching and cleaning every crevice of each other, making themselves as clean and sparkly as could be, Tom unable and unwilling to remove from his mind that glorious image of Baz buck naked on all fours, humongous ass spread open in supplication and behemoth, hanging belly and jiggling mantits wobbling more wildly with every thrust. Being together was so special, and they were loving it so much, but there was a cloud on the immediate horizon: half-term would separate them now for a whole two weeks.

“I have a present for you, before we depart for the break,” said Tom, producing something Baz had never seen before.

“What is that?” he asked.

“A chastity device,” said Tom.

Baz giggled. “You don’t trust me while I’m away?”

“No, it’s not that,” said Tom. “It’s just I want to keep you horny the whole time you are away, and build up gallons of cum in your balls, and then when you get back, I want you to give me everything, I want you to fuck me like I fucked you just now, only much, much harder.”

Baz grinned nervously as Tom slipped the device onto his soft, shrivelled, cum-drained member. “You be a good boy for me,” said Tom, patting his lover cheekily around the rump.

*

Over the half-term, Baz and Tom each had to go back to their separate homes, in different parts of the country, but they kept in touch regularly, staying up all night in webcam chats. Tom was an expert in playing with Baz’s mind, getting him to stuff his now double-chinned face with more and more food, telling him and showing him just how much that turned him on, knowing exactly how to show off his supremely irresistible smooth, lithe boyish little body, and what to say to get Baz so hot and bothered he could explode. But for Baz, of course, trapped in the device, it was no good, he could not get a proper erection, he could not cum, he got more and more frustrated. Tom took particular delight in Baz’s growing fatpad, which was bigger than ever now, and starting to diminish his big dick. Tom would plead with Baz again and again to show it off and rub it for him, which Baz loved to do, discovering it was becoming a whole new erogenous zone. Look at my ass, Tom would tease, seductively flexing his buttocks and flashing his hole at the camera, driving Baz to distraction. Baz pleaded and pleaded with Tom to let him take the device off, but Tom, cruel master that he was, would not relent, only promising that when Baz came back to him he would give him something he would never forget, the mindblower of all mindblowers, the orgasm of all orgasms.

And he did, by God he did, reflected Baz later, remembering that night he shared with Tom when they returned from the break. Just the sheer memory of it was enough for him to feel so fulfilled, so satiated he could not imagine ever having a sad day in his life ever again. Tom was thrilled at the sight of Baz on his return, another 30lbs having been added to his body, all of which he could not wait to get his hands on. Truth be told, when they got down to it, it was a clumsy affair at first, with the removal of the device taking more time and care than either of them expected. The sense of liberation Baz felt after that was achieved, however, was overwhelming, and it was not long before Tom’s devilishly sensual caresses gave the big-bellied, desperate, sex-starved, cock-teased muscle hunk the boner of all boners, driving him near out of his skull.  Baz found himself on his back, with Tom on top of him, gyrating his beautiful thighs, sliding his divinely tight boyhole tormentingly up and down Baz’s boner, clenching and unclenching, goading Baz to eat more and more slices of heavenly delicious creamy chocolate cake, working Baz up to a wild, grunting, bellowing, puffing, sweaty, pre-cum drenched. cum-filled ball-tingling state of frenzy. Tom looked down, spreading his hands all over that big fat obese manly hairy belly, tracing the belly hair contours with his fingertips in fascination like a geographer studying a map, manicly lusting for the sexy bloated over-fed ballooning man-paunch that was all, all his, ravishing and fucking that deep, sexy belly hole with his finger, round and round, in and out, in and out and round and round.

Tom leaned over towards Baz’s face and kissed him passionately. “I want you to take me baby,” he said. “I want you to throw me around like you always did before, and fuck me and bang my ass as hard as you fucking can, I want you to split me in two, I want you to fuck the fucking life out of me.”

Baz was so horned up he could not say no, and they readjusted positions, with Tom on the bed, back arched, presenting himself, all of himself, to Baz for the taking. Baz went straight in, but gently. Part of him wanted to fuck Tom hard and brutally like Tom had asked, but this was Tom, who he loved so much, and he could not bear the thought of hurting him.

“Go on baby,” urged Tom, “this is my gift to you. I’ve wanted this for so, so, so long. I want you to fuck me like the powerful, sexy big fat horny wild man I know you are.”

It took coaxing from Tom, but stage by stage Baz lost his inhibitions and pounded Tom harder and rougher, Tom urging him with every thrust to go faster and harder, until finally Baz lost himself, and found himself lifting Tom up, pressing his furry mammoth belly into his back, holding him tight, and fucking him pitilessly against the wall, the bangs surely waking up his neighbour next door, but who cared for that, they could lump it, this was too, too good.

When Baz blasted the condom full of hot juicy cum, he and Tom collapsed together in a pile, both sweating and panting, hearts pounding together, tongues still in each others mouths, Baz’s hands cradling Tom’s delicately featured face, Tom’s hands wrapped round Baz’s humongous, heaving belly, clinging needily to its protective girth and warmth, never wanting to let go.

After coming out of the shower a little later, they wrapped themselves with thick warm white towels and began to talk, for hours and hours, about everything, everything there was to know about each other, about all of their hitherto hidden thoughts and experiences. On the outside, they were each such different people, and yet inside, so at one. Each, they both realised, could now intuit what the other was thinking or would say next, like sometimes happens with twins or very close siblings. They truly were two people very much in love, hands all over each other, eyes never leaving one another, souls connected, endlessly, forever.