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I opened the mailbox to see what mail I had for the day. I looked through it; it was mostly advertising and a couple of bills. Then a long slender envelope caught my eye. I glanced at the return address and it was from Larry, my college wrestling instructor. I had not had contact with him for several years and wondered what prompted him to write me now.

I remembered him well. I had been his best wrestling student and we had become best friends, both in and out of class. One day, after all the other wrestlers had gone, he had called me into his office and told me plainly that he was gay and had strong sexual desires towards me. He was pretty nervous until I told him that I, too, was gay and had the same feelings for him. Upon hearing this, he had gotten up from his chair, locked the office door, unbuttoned his western shirt to the waist, and then helped me get mine off. The two of us stood there and had one of the hottest kissing sessions I have ever had with a man. My dick had threatened to punch a hole through the crotch in my pants and, as he rubbed crotches with me, I could tell he had a raging hard-on also.

I tore open the envelope to find a letter and another small envelope. I opened the letter and read the following words:

"Dear Tom:

You will go in the house when you read this note. You will close all the blinds at the windows and strip down to your underwear. You willl attach a pair of tit clamps to your tits and tighten them 50%. Then you can open the second envelope."

My dick sprang to attention at the thought of afflicting some pain on myself. I also wondered what Gary had in mind as he had never commanded me to do anything like this before. My right hand wandered inside the shirt I was wearing and pinched my left tit with a good quick squeeze. My dick grew thicker as I walked up the sidewalk to the front door.

Upon entering the house, I did exactly as the letter stated. I grit my teeth as I attached the tit clamps and clamped them down 50%. The tits screamed in agony as the jaws cruelly bit into my tit flesh. My dick was so hard, the waistband of my underwear was stretched to the breaking point. The tit pain intensified as I tore open the second envelope. Here is what the second letter said:

"Dear Tom, As you already know, I have very deep sexual feelings for you. I also want to explore the slave/master scene with you. If you obeyed the orders in the first letter, which I have no doubt that you did, then I know you will do more. Here is what you will do:"

By now, I was totally engrossed in the letter. The tit clamps were biting hard and my dick was extended its full 8" and refusing to be corraled by the waistband of the underwear.

The memories flooded my mind as I read the letter. Of course! This was my college wrestling coach. I had been on the wrestling team all four years at the university. My freshman year I only weighed 155# and lost every single match. But I was aggressive and didn't give up easily. Larry worked and worked with me, sometimes into the evening. By my junior year, I was a solid 168# and actually won a couple matches. My senior year was the best; I weighed 180# and only lost one match. I quickly emailed Larry and told him that yes, I would be there. Just let me know the details, I told him.

I admired Larry. He had been a professional football player right out of his college years. He had also spent some time as a professional boxer. He was massive and gave me a hard workout but also took it easy on me. He had confided in me that he was gay and that he had a kinky side to him too. Of course, in the college gym we never had a chance to get to that in our wrestling. But every time I wrestled him, I got a raging boner.

In a week or so, I received an email back from him. Had I not known about his kinky side, I would not have believed it was from him. His attitude had drastically changed. Although I knew this guy well, I couldn't believe what I read.

Tom, Thursday of alumni weekend you will go to 222 W. 3rd Ave. Arrive at 4 PM sharp. White house with green trim. Lock your car and come in; the door will be unlocked. You will take off your shoes, socks, coat, pants, and shirt in that order. You will then put on your red singlet and stand there to receive further instructions."

My dick grew bigger and bigger as I read this. I had fantasized about this very thing; did Larry have a way of reading minds? The time between now and then couldn't go by fast enough.

Finally the day arrived. I packed a few things in a duffle bag and tossed it in the back seat. I relocated just a few hours' drive away so it wasn't that far. The house Larry described was fairly close to the university and I arrived at 4 PM, just as Larry ordered. I walked in and stopped in the entry way. As ordered I took off socks, shoes, coat, pants and then shirt. Taking my singlet out of my gym bag, I pulled it up around my waist and then pulled the straps one at a time over my shoulders. My hairy chest bulged out between the straps. I wondered, what is coming next?

I had not long to find out. A door opened to my left and Larry entered the hallway. I had never seen him look so good. He wore leather trunks and boots. Wearing a leather jacket, he had unzipped the front and I could see the well-defined chest and abs he was so proud of. Sporting a dark pair of sunglasses, he walked over to me.

"Ready for some fun, boy?" he asked. Suddenly I had a fear overwhelm me; what did this guy want? We knew each other but something sinister about this scene scared me and I turned to get my clothes back on. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. "You ain't goin' no where, boy!" he snarled. Then, pushing me ahead of him, we started down a flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he gave me such a hard shove I tumbled onto the wrestling mats. Instantly he was on top of me and the match was on.

I was strong but nothing had prepared me for this. It was like he was on drugs; he was superhuman. Everything I tried to do, he ended up reversing. He got me on my back, straddled me, and then removed the leather jacket. He then reached down and pulled the straps down on my singlet. Now it was two barechested men in a power struggle. I tried to buck him and he pounded my biceps with his fists. The pain was hot but bearable. He sneered at me as I struggled to get out from under him. Then he reached down and began twisting my tits very roughly. The pain was intense but I was used to it. I kicked and kicked but to no avail. I was not getting up unless he wanted me up.

Finally, he slid off of me and pulled me to my feet. Before I knew what was happening, I was thrown across his knee in an over-the-knee backbreaker. One hand on my dick and one hand on my neck, he was pushing in opposite directions. My back felt as it would snap. I can tell you this is a very painful hold and the victim weakens quickly. As I weakened, he continued to increase the pressure on my spine. My head was nearly touching the mat on one side and my feet were just off the floor on the other side. There was no way out of this. I was in incredible pain as he continued to press his massive hand against my chin while firmly grasping my balls in his other hand. Raising his heel off the mat, he bounced me up and down, my spine being hammered mercilessly on his kneecap. Keeping a vice-like grip on my balls, he verbally abused me about not being man enough to wrestle. As he continued to physically and emotionally torture me, suddenly my dick unloaded its cargo all over the mat.

He gave me a hard shove and I landed in a heap on the mats. Standing over me with his arms flexed, Larry announced, "And that's what I've wanted from you all these years!" I lay there in agony, my body aching from the brutal punishment but at the same time feeling accepted by Larry and that he had finally gotten his wish to dominate me. I heard him go up the stairs; I would join him in a few minutes and we would spend a happy evening together.

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