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Chapter I

It was a chilly night as Tom approached the dark brooding structure on the outskirts of the small town. The ramshackle castle was looking ominous and for lorn... empty, were it not for the two lanterns lighting a massive double wooden door. As he curled his hand around the cold brass knocker, doubt and fear ran up his hand and clutched his heart like cold steel.Was he doing the right thing? Would he even survive this dreaded night?

It seemed ages ago that he bought the edition of MAN INTERNATIONAL that started this whole chain of events. It was in the March edition that he found the puzzling personal.

Prince wanted. Good stock. No experience necessary. Wrestling a must. S & M. Win or submit to Master. Provide full information.

From the moment it caught his eye the invitation so intrigued him that he just had to reply. He had to wait two weeks before the answer to his application was delivered. A stunning young man in a body-hugging black leather outfit knocked on his door one evening very late. The young hercules had knee high black boots and a studded collar around his neck, and without a word spoken, a letter was handed to him after which the man disappeared into the night. The gold embossed envelope contained a black card that was short and to the point. It informed him that his application was successful and provided the date and location of the rendezvous. What fascinated Tom even further was the last sentence of the invitation:

'Win or forever be lost'

Well this was the night and the place. All his questions would be answered by just one knock. With determination his strong hand fastened even tighter around the cold knocker. The hollow wooden sound reverberated in the crisp night air and before he could knock again the doors opened to a long stone corridor lit by candles.

High stone walls were supported by massive pillars like sentinels. Huge sculptures lined the corridor and musky warm air rushed out to greet him. From behind the doors stepped two incredible bodies, both dressed in the same outfit as the man who delivered his invitation. Their lean muscles glistened under the tight leather, and every movement caused a ripple under the stretched fabric. Without uttering a word the two men motioned for him to enter and follow. As he walked down the hall, flanked by the two men, he could not help but admire the incredible detail of the life-sized sculptures lining the walls. All the sculptures depicted single men in poses of aggression and seduction with one more beautiful and muscular than the other. Even in the flickering candlelight he could see that incredible detail had gone into each sculpture. They looked as if they could climb off the low pedestals they stood on, and join the march down the corridor to the second set of double doors at the end.

When they reached the huge double doors, the two men each took a handle and in unison opened the second set of double doors. What befell Tom's eyes was breathtaking in scope. A round cavernous hall, all of sixty feet high, with steel candelabra hanging from the ceiling. The light of hundreds of candles giving the empty hall a constantly moving quality. In the direct opposite wall there was a raised dais with a dark figure sitting in front of a tower of candles that obscured all detail of the mysterious host. The two men in black escorted Tom to the center of the hall and withdrew. For a moment all he could hear was the beating of his own heart and the sound of the breath crossing his lips. Somehow he felt quite naked under the scrutiny of the host he could not see.

Then the silence was broken by a deep warm reverberation that seemed to make the flames on the candles flicker wildly and the steel of the candelabra reverberate. The incredible emulation of sound formed into words:

"Please stay where you are... My concubines will take care of you."

Before Tom could utter a word, the two men were at his side indicating that he should not talk. This time however they were totally naked, their hairless bodies glistening in the moving light that seemed to accentuate every cut in their perfectly formed bodies. Slowly they started to undress him until he was also standing as naked as they. Again they retrieved and left him alone under the scrutiny of his host.

In the following silence he could sense a certain satisfaction as he proudly held himself erect. He could almost feel the eyes of his host going over every inch of his naked body. From his chiseled Romanesque face, down his strong neck to his wide shoulders and bulking arms. Tom bent his elbows slightly to accentuate his wing-like lats and tightened his chest muscles, thus causing every fibre in his pectorals to striate in perfect roundness. He was beginning to enjoy the silent adulation of his host and the slight arousal it caused flushed his nipples, making them stand tight and hard.

Tom could not see any features of the man on the dais, but a slight smile crossed his lips as his gaze slowly moved down Tom's washboard abdomen to his throbbing but not yet erect manhood. As Tom's blood vessels dilated with his arousal, a network of veins formed over his body that made his lean but nonetheless awesome thighs and calves look even more impressing.

After an almost imperceptible nod from the host, the two naked concubines were once again at his side. This time each carried a small ceramic container.Silently and in unison they lifted his arms, decanted an oily fluid from the containers and started rubbing the fluid on Tom's arms, starting at his shoulders. The oily substance had an intoxicating fragrance that made his heart beat faster and somehow sharpened his senses.

Tom became acutely aware of each slow movement of the strong hands over his body. He noticed the veins standing out on the hands that almost caressed his strong arms as they applied the oily fluid. Then they moved to his body, each oiling one side with meticulous care. First his back and buttocks and then his front. The strong hands of the two men on his painfully erect nipples almost made Tom cry out with ecstasy. Long before they reached his throbbing member he started to go into convulsions of pleasure. His powerful body was struggling to stay erect under the onslaught of wave upon wave of orgasmic sensation. He was gasping for breath when they finally moved down to his shivering legs and with the same care and admiration that the two men did his upper body, they slowly oiled his thighs. Tom had always considered his thigh muscles one of his best muscle-groups, and he tensed his beautiful quads as the two men stroked him with their oily caress. Each and every muscle in his thighs rippled as their strong hands slowly and deliberately rubbed the oil on his smooth and perfect skin.

After they had finished they moved away, disposed of the containers and started to warm and stretch their impressive muscles. Tom followed suit, and with his mind racing, started to go through his usual warm-up routine before a match.

So, THEY were to be the dealers of pleasure and also pain....

He would most certainly give them a go for their money. He had a long and impressive record to show as he started wrestling at the tender age of six, long before he knew the pleasure that muscular bodies locked in embrace could provide. The sweet taste of victory on the wrestling mat gradually became the glory of domination when his body reached sexual maturity. A long string of sexual encounters followed during which his wrestling prowess got honed to perfection. There was always someone to accept his challenge to a submission match. Brave and muscular opponents trying to topple him from his throne.

Now it seemed his experience was going to be taxed to the maximum...

Chapter II

As he squared off with his first opponent, he noticed that the movements of his opponent were not unlike that of a panther preparing for the pounce. He could see the ripple of every muscle underneath the skin, a fascinating poetry of muscular motion. The fragrance of the oil which covered his body was causing a strange sensation and it was almost as if he could examine each detail in the muscles as they contracted. All his senses seem to be buzzing...Then his opponent made his move with an attack to Tom's legs. Though his augmented senses made the move seem slow motion, he was just a fraction too slow in pulling his leg away from the leg grab.

The fingers that just a moment ago seemed almost caressing, held his ankle in a steely grip and pulled Tom's leg from under him. Tom fell to the ground as his opponent came erect, and he had scarcely touched the ground when his adversary applied a standing leg split. Pain shot down his thighs as his groin fought the unnatural stretch. With his one leg trapped under his opponent's foot and the other lifted high by straining muscles, he uttered a silent cry of pain.

Superhuman effort made him lift his hips high in the air and he gasped with relief as he lifted his foot out of his opponent's grasp. His opponent was still stunned by the almost impossible feat when Tom hooked his now free leg behind the guy's knee and brought him tumbling down to the mat and onto his face. By now Tom was growing accustomed to the slow motion in which he seemed to move, and he was rather enjoying the way that he could study each movement of muscle in detail as he wrestled.

Tom moved over onto his opponent's prone body and inserted his left leg under his opponent's abdomen, hooking his ankle behind the knee of his right leg. With his figure four secured he balanced the weight of his body on his opponent's back, cinching up on his scissors and sapping his opponent's strength. The quads in his left thigh ripped and cut as he forced the hold tighter, and tighter. While riding him in this way, Tom started to feel that glorious surge of power that comes from having someone in his control. From his vantage point he could see the movement of every muscle in his opponent's back as he squirmed to break free of the hold. Glorious erectors that ran down the length of the spine contracted and relaxed as if in some bizarre rhythm. The lats of the body in his control spread wide to complete the symphony of movement. Tom could also feel the man's abdomen muscles tense, moving over his own calf muscles.With every move his opponent made, Tom counterbalanced.

The thrill of the ride made his flaccid member flush and soon Tom cinched his scissor even tighter to increase the rhythmic pressure. His opponent's movements seemed to slow down, and as he tried to lift his upper body off the ground to relieve the pressure on his lower back, Tom grabbed both his arms in a butterfly hold.Without his arms to balance him, his opponent turned and toppled to the side, and Tom immediately changed his figure four into a straight body-scissors.

With the muscles in his thighs straining, Tom constricted his opponent's abdomen and forced his opponent's arms even closer together behind his back. The pain made his opponent gasp and Tom's incredible legs did not allow for any air to enter his lungs. Both Tom's thigh muscles were stretched hard as steel, closing in on his helpless opponent. Feebly the trapped hunk tried to roll around to dislodge the boa that forced his abdomen to burst from the pressure. Tom was enjoying every moment of control, almost laughing as he clamped his scissors even tighter, forcing his hips tight against the muscled back. His throbbing member slapped against his opponent's back as his legs tensed around the washboard stomach and the muscles of his thighs striated even more, quivering with exertion. He could taste the sweetness of victory as he forced the arms even further behind his opponent's back. With his last ounce of air his opponent screamed:

"SUBMIT".

Tom was nearly sorry to hear those words, but after a last squeeze he let his opponent go. As he got up, Tom felt the slight headiness of success as his opponent himself conceded defeat by raising Tom's hand. The attention shifted automatically to the dais. The mysterious host nodded and raised his arm toward the second man.

So the night was not over yet...

Chapter III

His second opponent glistened slightly in the candlelight. His perfect body crouching down low in the wrestlers stance. As they squared off, Tom could see fire behind his opponent's eyes. His heart started to beat faster as adrenaline pumped through his body. Somehow he could sense that this was not going to be an easy match.

Then his opponent made his move... also going for a one leg pickup. This time Tom was faster, and after he pulled his foot out of danger, he turned to face his opponent again. As his opponent got upright, Tom launched an attack of his own. He went in with a under arm duck and must have caught his opponent by surprise because he could feel his arms going round his opponent's hard middle unopposed. His hands locked in front of his opponent, low around the hips, his knees bent as his hips moved into his opponent's body.

The setup felt good, and he decided on a modified suplèx. With his legs straining, he lifted his opponent and threw him backwards in a perfect arc. As his opponent hit the ground, Tom stacked him onto his shoulders, trying to pin his knees beside his head and folding him double.With incredible agility, his opponent twisted his shoulders out from under Tom's body before he could secure his hold, and before Tom realized what was going on, he was caught in a headlock.

Tom's arm and neck was caught tight in the vice of his opponent's muscular arms. From his viewpoint, all he could see was his opponent's massive chest, the muscles rippling with effort. A rock hard nipple crowned the mountain of flesh that tried to crush his face to a pulp. Tom instinctively started to nibble his opponent's hard nipple. His tongue expertly circling the dark protrusion on his opponent's chest in a contest between passion and strength.Tom felt the waves of pleasure going through his opponent's body and he intensified his effort. His tongue and teeth working feverishly in a race against time, kneading and nibbling, waiting for just the slightest break in the grip that was threatening to choke him to submission. His gamble paid off, and in a flash he wrenched himself from his opponent's grip and he was on his feet again.

His opponent had barely got to his feet when Tom executed a perfect fireman's carry, bringing him hard down to the mat over his shoulders.With his opponent on his back, Tom covered the opponent's body with his own and applied a double reverse grapevine. His powerful legs locked those of his opponent and he stretched out his legs, simultaneously arching his back to add extra pressure on his adversary's lower body. The hold was one of his favorites, as he could see the agony etched on his opponent's face. The strong jaw of his captive stretched in a silent scream of pain. His fiery eyes flickering, faltering. Then the face hardened in resolve, and with a mighty heave his opponent rolled him over to brake free of Tom's hold.

For a while both of them rolled around on the floor, each one trying to lock the other in a grip of victory. Tom was starting to breathe heavily from the constant exertion. Muscle straining against muscle. Hold followed by counter, followed by counter hold.

Then Tom got in position for a backbreaker. As he applied the hold, his opponent pushed himself off the floor to break it. Tom toppled over slowly, letting go of his opponent's legs. With his opponent between his legs, he locked his waist in a scissors. Before he could cinch up with his strong legs, his opponent twisted between his legs so that Tom was facing his opponent's lower body. As he stretched his legs to try to compress his opponent's washboard abs to pulp, his opponent snaked his thighs around Tom's waist, and they were locked in double scissors embrace.

Tom could see the muscles in his opponent's beautiful glutes contracting, the legs around his waist straining as did he. The hamstrings and quads around his waist were matching his own pressure inch by inch. Now it was a battle of thighs as each tried to force the other's breath away. The sight of the strong glutes straining in front of him, ignited a strange lust and he could feel his flaccid member starting to stretch and harden. The pleasure building between his legs inspired him to even greater strength, so he slammed his thighs round his opponent's waist with even greater determination. As he did that, his crotch pushed tight against that of his opponent, and Tom could feel that his opponent was getting just as hard as he from the mutual scissors embrace.

While their legs were doing battle with their abs, their cocks were having a battle of their own. The more Tom strained with his legs, the more friction it caused, and soon Tom could feel the tiny explosions of passion in his brain. Sparks of pleasure started playing around the crown of his throbbing manhood. He strained even more, his legs stretching out hard, not only to force his opponent to submission, but also to magnify the glorious electricity in his groin. Pleasure mixed with pain as his opponent's legs strained even harder in response.

Then his brain exploded with passion. His body started to convulse as wave upon wave of ecstasy traveled down his body and centered in his groin. Though the waves threatening to drown him, he could sense that his opponent was also experiencing the pleasure of orgasm. Both of them ejaculated simultaneously, warm cum filling the space between their crotches while their locked legs convulsed in rhythmic contractions. Semen mixing, unified, like the two bodies caught in mutual embrace. An embrace that could have led to victory or defeat, but instead ended in combined orgasmic rapture.

With both wrestlers spent, there did not seem any point in continuing. Both of them were exhausted, their bodies dripping with sweat. Standing side by side facing their host, Tom still felt like he was sharing a strange bond with the strong man next to him.

And he did not even know his name.

Chapter IV

A gong sounded out of nowhere, and the reverberating sound caused the candles to flicker wildly. As the massive figure in front of the candles raised his arms the double doors to the hall swung open to reveal the hallway. It seemed as if the night was over.

Tom turned towards the open doors and gaped at what he saw. The life-sized sculptures in the hall were coming to life. Each magnificent sculpture started moving, stretching as if to prepare for a match. The naked bodies stepped down from their pedestals and formed two rows extending down the hall. After a signal from the hooded master, they entered the hall, silently lining the curved wall. His first opponent closed the door and stood in front of it like a sentinel guard while Tom and the second opponent stood in the middle of the circle of flesh.

The hooded figure motioned Tom and his co-victor to join him on the dais. After they had taken their places on either side of the hooded figure, the candles that were obscuring the mysterious host died down, and with the grace of a cat, the massive figure stood. Even while covered with his hooded robe, Tom could see that this guy was incredibly built, but when the master dropped the robe to the floor, Tom could not help but gape in awe. The god that stood before them was far over seven feet tall with massive muscles, long and ripped. His body glistened and rippled with every move he made. Tom wished that he could see the man's face, but it was just too dark to distinguish any features.

Then the massive body of their host moved to the center of the hall and motioned Tom's first opponent closer. The man Tom had defeated earlier now had to wrestle the master.

The match was not very long, though the intensity of the battle amazed Tom. He had never seen two men fighting with such singular intent. Muscles strained as one painful hold followed another, most being executed by the master himself. Tom's previous opponent just could not hold any of his holds long enough to do any damage.When the master locked him in a back crushing Boston, he screamed his submission.

As the master stepped back from the defeated body lying on the ground, the man slowly got up and exited the cavernous hall.

The master stood in the middle, watching him leave. After the doors had closed behind the twice defeated, the master turned round the circle of men and picked another opponent which he defeated with the same ease. As the second defeated opponent left the hall, Tom managed to glimpse that the first pedestal on the right had a new occupant, and it seemed very much like the man he had defeated earlier.

Apparently the night was not over yet, not by a long shot.

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