The ultimate Submission
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Copyright 2012 by Aaron Pery
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The Ultimate Submission
Chapter One
Standing up on the top pedestal of the medal platform at the summer Olympics while they played the American Anthem after he received the gold medal as the winner in Greco-Roman wrestling, was Jason Patterson's culmination of his life's ambition. Jason, a twenty-three year old tall and slick-muscled as most wrestlers normally are, had been devoted to the sport to the exclusion of everything else for the past eight years ever since he had discovered it in high school.
He had always been a shy, introverted boy and could never develop any friendships with his class mates or neighborhood boys, and continued to be that way even after finding Greco-Roman wrestling to which he became utterly devoted after Coach Brad Walker discovered his potential for the sport and took him on as an almost exclusive protégé, so much so that he followed him to UCLA and continued training under a very tight regime.
Despite becoming top in his sport and winning a roomful top awards and medals for excellence in wrestling, Jason remained as shy as he ever was and because of it he chose to major in accounting at UCLA--the kind of profession that allowed an introvert person to remain anonymous. Though Brad tried to push him to become a known personality on campus, Jason's reluctance to become social and the fact that wrestling was not a prime sport that turned its top practitioners into school jocks, helped him remain an unknown.
"So, Jase, now that you'd attained the top of your field, what are you going to do next?" Brad asked him after the awards ceremony as they walked out of the hall to celebrate surrounded by the US team.
"Where can I go with it, Coach? There isn't a professional team of Greco-Roman wrestling that people will pay to watch like in football or basketball, you know."
"That's true, but there's the MMA, Mixed Marshall Arts, exhibition network that people pay a lot of money to watch. Heck, they even show it on television so the participants make a lot of money at it."
"Yeah, I know about that, Brad, but that's a real contact sport that requires a lot of kicking and boxing, which isn't my bailiwick."
"Did you know that in the ancient Olympics they used to have a similar sport called Pankration that was just as respectable as wrestling?"
"I'd heard about it but still, kicking and boxing isn't my style so I'll have to forget about it."
"That's crazy, Jase, because some of these guys are paid five grand a bout."
"I didn't know that, but I still don't like the idea of becoming one of them."
"Then what will you do, continue being a bookkeeper and earning piddly shit at it?"
Jason heard anger in Brad voice, so he hugged his shoulders. "Sorry, Brad, but my mind's made up to take the job that I was offered in Century City a month from now. And just so you know, I did pass the CPA exam just before we'd left so I'm no longer a bookkeeper and my income's not going to be piddly like you just said, and best of all is the fact that CPA's seldom have to go out drinking with coworkers like team members do quite often. And the pay isn't lousy like you think it is because it'll afford me to buy a nice little condo in West LA and a decent car as well."
"I guess your mind's made up, and I don't blame you for wanting to get into something more sedate. But I'd still like you to take a few training classes in MMA, which should help keep you in shape."
"Okay, then set it up, but I won't do it professionally, Brad."
"Then we're agreed. A friend of mine is running a dojo on Pico Boulevard near Bundy, and he'll only charge you twenty dollars a month for two sessions a week."
Jason punched Brad on the shoulder. "You set me up, didn't you, to take a close look at MMA."
"Well, I did, but you can't blame me for it."
"Of course not, and thanks for caring, Brad."
"I've been taking care of you for years now, and I'd like to continue helping you if you'll let me. Now, let's go do some celebrating with the guys and a lot of fans of the female persuasion."
"I'm looking forward to it."
Despite his trepidations about going to a crowded party in which he knew he'd be uncomfortable as he always was, especially since it meant a lot of drinking, Jason looked forward to it as it was a public acknowledgement of his greatest accomplishment as an Olympic gold medal winner. He literally glowed inwardly when he appeared, wearing his medal and received a loud applause from everyone present.
The party wasn't as bad as he had feared, especially since he fortified himself with a few drinks that were constantly pushed into his hand, which made him feel quite lighthearted. He even appreciated it when Maureen, a big and burly member of the women's soccer team, who was even pushier than normal while slightly drunk, cornered him and began kissing him. He was quite shocked at first when he felt her tongue exploring his mouth while pushing her entire body into his own, but became quite excited when he felt her breasts against his chest as she ground her pelvis against his excited erection.
A few minutes later Jason found himself in Maureen's room and stood awe-struck watching her remove her clothes. It was his first time ever seeing a naked grown woman, and he became so excited by it and the excited look on her face that he quickly undressed and approached her until they embraced and he felt his cock slide between her now utterly wet pussy lips. It made him shudder with great craving and, not surprisingly, he followed it up a minute later when Maureen dropped into the bed with him on top of her body, and instinctively pushed his cock into her. It was his first sexual experience ever, and Jason was so utterly taken with reaching an orgasm that he kept pounding into her ceaselessly.
Jason woke up from the short sleep he had fallen into after what seemed to him hours of continuous fucking, and feeling a great need to piss, he slid down the bed quietly so as not to wake Maurine up. As he did that, he smelled a truly putrid odor in the room which got stronger as he slid along her body until it became overpowering when he reached Maureen's crotch, which he saw was literally covered with his own cum and knew that it was a combination of both their bodily fluids.
His reaction to the sight and smell was totally unexpected as he was suddenly so overcome by its rancidness that he felt an overwhelming need to puke throw up and, forgetting about needing to urinate or moving cautiously off the bed, he rushed into the bathroom and kneeled by the toilet. And not too soon, because the moment he was in position his vomit came out in a strong, stinking stream, and continued to flow until he felt only bitter bile rising into his mouth. To his embarrassment, he felt that while vomiting his urine came out freely and that the floor and his legs were quite wet, and even worse was the fact that the bathroom light came on and Maureen asked him sleepily if he was okay.
Jason wanted to scream with frustration about being caught making such a mess of himself as well as befouling the bathroom so badly, but he didn't respond immediately since he was busy sloshing water through his mouth and then wetting a towel with cold water and wiping his face. He also used the towel to wipe the floor with before standing up and trying to leave the bathroom.
Maureen was still quite concerned and wouldn't let him leave. "Was it all the booze you'd had last night, Jase?"
His sensitive nose could still smell the rutting stench about her bossy, so Jason gave her a disgusted look. "No, no booze."
"Then what made you so sick?"
"Your foul sex stench, if you must know."
Maureen gave him a confused look for a moment, before she understood his meaning. "I see, you poor faggot can't stand the smell of a woman pussy, can you? So you must've been drunk as a skunk to fuck me instead of one of your pretty team boys, weren't you? Yeah, I guess you like butts more than pussy, Jason. Okay, boy, you go get yourself an asshole and I'm not going to say a thing about this to anyone. Imagine, me fucking a faggot. Oh, well, it's a shame that you are because you were quite good at fucking me."
Jason was so upset that he pushed her aside and grabbed his cloths before escaping from Maureen's room and running naked through the corridor over to his own room and slammed the door behind him and leaned against it, trembling as he thought over what Maureen had said.
God, the damn woman called me a faggot. I'm not one, I know that, but the smell of her wet pussy did make me sick, so maybe I am one after all. Oh, screw it, I better take a real hot shower to get rid of the bitch's pussy stench.
Tears began coming out of his eyes as he lathered himself, and by the time he sat down on his bed the tears turned into a flood and he kept sobbing uncontrollably and continued to wrack his entire body until his room mate and Silver medal winner, Neal came in. Of his entire team, Neal Ashe had been the only one that Jason had ever been friendly with, which was why they had roomed together. Neal, a gregarious young man of his own age, was a self declared gay and was totally unabashed about it even though he never said anything about it to Jason for fear that it might destroy their tenuous friendship.
When Neal saw Jason sitting on the edge of his bed crying his heart out, he rushed over to him and hugged him wordlessly until Jason relaxed a little and stopped crying. Neither spoke as Neal pushed Jason down to lie on his back and covered him up with the blanket, yet remained seated next to him and held his hand tenderly until Jason finally fell asleep.
Chapter Two
Sometime during the night, Jason felt the weight of another body enter his bed and felt Neal's arms hugging him very softly until he fell asleep again. Then, when he woke up an hour later, he felt utterly calm and quite pleased with the warmth of Neal's body against his back, and turned around to look into his eyes and smiled.
"Feeling well again, Jase?"
"Better than well, Neal, thanks to you."
"So you don't mind my taking liberties with you?"
Jason smiled at him again and moved even closer to Neal. "I'd never felt so comfortable being held by anyone before, not even my mother when I was a child. So thanks, Neal."
"Ready to tell me what prompted that awful distress you'd gone through last night? I won't mind it if you don't, though."
"No, on the contrary, I must tell you about it before it fades away and I fall back into my old routine of a miserable lonely kind of guy."
"I'm glad that you chose me for it, Jase."
"Chose you?" Jason grinned. "Hell, it was you who decided to join me in bed after comforting me when you came in and found me crying like a baby, for which I'll always be in your debt. Besides, it feels real good having our bodies lying so close together. Anyway, what happened to me last night was that I'd lost my virginity."
"With Maureen, no doubt? I kind of watched the two of you make out during the party and then leave together with your bodies kind of glued together. But why did you feel to terrible about losing your cherry to a woman when you should've been elated as a result?"
"Oh, I was to begin with and apparently so much that I fucked the greedy bitch over and over until I fell asleep in total exhaustion. Then, when I woke up needing to go the bathroom I got a whiff of our mixed spent juices and the aroma of it made me turn green with the need to puke. So I ran to the bathroom and did it into the toilet until there was nothing left in my stomach."
"Could've been all the booze you drank."
"No way, because Maureen thought so too, but the moment she came near me and I smelled her wet pussy I got quite week in the knees and had to run out of there. And the worst thing about it was that she understood what was happening and gave me a disgusted look when she called me a fag."
"And was she right about that? Oh, I don't mean the name-calling, just your sexual proclivity."
"That's what my crying like an idiot was all about. I realized it with quite a shock that she was quite right about my tendencies, but that wasn't the reason for my crying. Accepting who and what I am was a shock, but then I realized that my internal confusion about my tendencies had turned me into a very shy creature who'd become a social pariah over the years, and made me want to burst out of the shell that I'd built around myself."
"Is that why you feel so comfortable with us being naked and lying side-by-side so tightly?"
"Can't you tell that I am? Hell, my cock is so hard that it's literally boring a hole in your stomach."
"Of course I feel it, but I thought it was just a morning hardon and I better not screw everything up that we seemed to have started."
"I understand that, but then why do you have such a huge hardon?"
"Because I want to make love to you in the worst way, Jase. In fact, I've been in love with you for years now but never dared do anything about it for fear that it'll turn you away from me."
Jason chuckled. "Well, Neal, fear no more. The problem is, though, that I'm still a naive virgin who has no idea what to do next so I'd like you to teach me."
"It'll be the greatest pleasure of my life, Jase, to do so. But I must warn you that some of it might be offensive to you as a novice."
"Don't worry about that, Neal." Jason said as he pushed himself even tighter against him until his cock slipped in between Neal's thighs. It felt good to him, and even more so when he felt Neal's hot flesh reaching between his own legs.
Neal responded by slipping a hand behind Jason's head and making their lips touch gently for the first time, after which he kissed him harder and inserted his tongue into his mouth. Unlike with Maureen, Jason welcomed their intimacy and responded in kind when he felt Neal's other hand running up and down his back. His trembles soon turned into a visible shudder when Neal inserted his hand between his buns and ran it up and down until he reached his balls bag and squeezed them gently. Following Neal's caresses without hesitation, Jason copied his movements and was pleased to feel his body shudder almost violently as he squeezed his balls.
Next, Neal sat up after pushing Jason over on his back and took his swollen cock in both hands and ran them up and down his rigid shaft, bending down occasionally to kiss it's tip and then suck it until Jason felt as though he was about to burst as he lay there twisting and squirming in the throws of passion that he never even imagined himself capable of feeling. Particularly with another man.
After a while Neal got up and rushed over to his bedside table drawer, and came back with a tube of Vaseline and patted Jason on the side, indicating that he should turn onto his stomach, to which he responded quite eagerly. Once on his stomach, Neal began massaging Jason's buns, starting with gentle motions but increasing the pressure slowly as he ran his hands over both them while his thumbs slid along his butt crack.
Jason's middle heaved up considerably and a loud grunt escaped his throat when Neal's thumbs, now slick with Vaseline, began massaging the protruding nub of his asshole before remaining on top of it and pushing hard on it. He grunted again when he felt one thumb penetrating him while pushing a large glob of cold Vaseline into insides while massaging the entire area, then the longer and more substantial ring finger. He could not believe it was happening when Neal proceeded to massage his asshole while inserting more fingers into it until his entire fist was inside, moving and caressing ceaselessly.
Then, apparently once he was sure that he had properly prepared the way for his cock to enter Jason's asshole, Neal turned him over to his back and crouched between his spread legs. Jason watched with fascination as he coated his now swollen cock with a thick film of the gel and directed it to press against his asshole.
Jason screamed when he felt Neal slide into him and slowly penetrate him until his entire cock was embedded in his body. It felt good and proper to be entered by Neal's beautiful big cock , he thought, and it pleased him that not only was it a great pleasure to feel Neal inside him but surprisingly it didn't hurt as he was afraid it might. His great pleasure increased quite a lot when Neal pulled his legs over his shoulder to allow an even deeper penetration before he increased his in-an-out tempo. Jason actually burst into laughter the first time he felt Neal's swollen balls his butt with every deep penetration, which he reveled in.
The moment of their shared ecstasy came soon afterwards when Neal's boiling hot cum burst into Jason's body, which made his come instantly and grew the more semen jetted into him. When Neal collapsed over his body and tried to separate from him, Jason instinctively clamped his sphincter muscles shut and prevented him from withdrawing. Then, when both were able to relax somewhat, Jason slapped Neal's butt.
"I want a repeat performance now, big boy." He whispered with a smile.
"Okay, you greedy bitch you got it." Neal responded with a smile of his own and got back on his knees.
"Bitch?"
"Yup, that's what a receiver of cocks is supposed to be called."
"Then this bitch wants to receive again, right now."
Which she did, and this time even more enthusiastically than before as Neal literally dug into Jason slower and deeper than before until both climaxed together and came apart to lie exhausted side-by-side.
Once his body stopped convulsing and his mind was able to relax, Jason leaned over and kissed Neal gently on his lips before he began copying his every move on his own body, starting with kneading his buns. The process of bringing his friend to a sexual frenzy and then making him cum as though he truly was a bitch as Maureen had been with him early that evening, makes Jason feel utterly masculine in a way that the woman he had had sex could not. And, unlike his experience with her, climaxing with Neal was so wondrous that by the time they came for the second time he was quite proud of his manly prowess and immensely proud of it.
"Shall we go grab some breakfast?" He asked Neal once both were able to relax.
Neal looked at Jason's traveling clock that rested on his night stand and chuckled. "It's just about noon by now, Jase, so call it lunch. And yes, I'm starving so let's grab a quick shower and go to the Olympic Village coffee shop and pig it out."
"Jesus, I hadn't realized it was that late but I guess we were kind of busy feeding the animals within us."
"We most certainly were. Shower together?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Neal. Gosh, I just can't seem to keep my hands off of you."
"Same here, but we'll have to restrain ourselves in public."
"I hate it, Neal, after everything I'd discovered about you and myself in the last few hours, but I guess we'll have to in this particular environment."
"Yeah, but not so in LA. Particularly in West Hollywood where I live."
"I like that. Anyway, let's get to the shower quickly."
The coffee shop was nearly deserted since there were a large number of important events going on all day, and they were able to find a secluded booth where they could talk freely, which they did once they each ordered a substantial meal.
"So what do you think about what happened to you last night, Jase?" Neal asked as he sipped his coffee.
"I feel like I'd died and went to heaven, Neal, and all thanks to you. The truth is that discovering my true sexuality is still utterly baffling but I'm getting used to it and accepting it kind of moment by moment and am learning to appreciate it."
"So no regrets, or any ill feelings toward me as the perpetrator of your discovery?"
"None whatsoever. As to my feelings about you, suffice it to say that I feel quite grateful and tender toward you for setting me on my right path in life."
"I like the way you put it, which sounded like how a virgin feels toward the one who deflowered her."
"Exactly, a man who could not have been any gentler or considerate the way you did it, my darling Neal."
"That was beautifully put, Jase, and I appreciate it because I do love you."
"I know that now, and I think that I love you as well but I don't know for sure yet. What I do know, though, and absolutely so, is that you'd chased away a lifelong shyness that had always been the bane of my existence."
"In other words, I chased away the lamb and replaced it with a tiger, or tigress when the occasion presents itself?"
Jason surprised himself and Neal as well when he suddenly burst into utterly girlish high pitched giggles. "Oh my God, did I really do that?"
Neal looked around to see if anyone was paying them any attention, and put his hand on Jason's when no one did. "You sure did, Jase, the moment I described you as a tigress."
"In other words, another trait that I possess is that I can switch mental genders at a mere thought of it? Is that something that goes with the territory of being gay, the ability to switch genders and instantly adopt its traits?"
"Not normally so, but I guess you can. Which tells me that you'd probably be a perfect cross dresser if you set your mind to it."
"Jesus, Neal, are you saying that I might dress as a woman and actually feel like one?"
"We'll have to test that once back at home, won't we? Actually," Neal ran a finger over Jason's cheek. "You barely have any facial hair, you know, so you might even pass as one easily if you want."
"Yeah, I'm kind of sparsely hirsute all over, which I always hated since puberty because it made me feel that I'm less masculine than the rest of you guys are."
"Well, you better disabuse yourself of this silly notion, Tiger, because as one who had quite recently been fucked by the most dominant and utterly masculine lover ever, I can attest to the fact that you are without any doubt the most masculine man who ever made love to me."
"Oh, thanks for telling me that, Neal. Talking about being made love to as a man, I've been wondering how come when I'm a submissive my orgasm is so much more intense than what I saw Maureen get when she comes?"
"That, my dear, is something that gay men always experience while women can never have it despite their multiple erogenous zones. The reason for it is that all men possess a prostate gland very close to their anus, which is many folds more sensitive than a woman's G-spot and easier to excite."
"Wow, which makes our kind reach a quicker and greater orgasm?"
"Exactly. But this marvelous physical attribute comes with a kind of curse."
"Which is?"
"The fact that it drives our libido literally crazy by demanding a constant need to be excited and satisfied so much so that unlike lesbians, for instance, gay males seldom establish a pair bonding."
"Are you saying that despite your proclaimed love for me, you'll always need to find and fuck more men?"
"That's a fact, Jase, but I'll always love you despite my inability to be devoted to you exclusively. It's the nature of the beast, so to speak, and very few gays manage to remain bonded physically."
"Son of a bitch," Jason muttered. "Which means that now that I'd discovered my true sexual bent I'll become the same way--a virtual male nymphomaniac?"
"I'm afraid so, Jase. On the other hand, though, unlike straight men you'll be constantly experiencing sex with multiple partners sometimes even in one night, and enjoy it without a shred of remorse or regret over doing it."
"In other words, I'll become a male whore?"
"I wouldn't call it that, only that society's normal morals won't apply to you as far as you'll be concerned."
Jason considered these facts for a moment before grinning quite widely. "On second thought, it sounds like a lot of fun becoming a sex fiend and switching partners at all times. What about the Plague, though?"
"AIDS? Yes that's a problem that can become tragic if you're not careful. That's why you must always be prepared and carry a few condoms with you."
"I see. Then why didn't you use a condom with me for both our protection?"
"Because I wasn't worried about you since I knew that you couldn't be infected, and as for myself, I hadn't had any sex since I got my last AIDS test results a week ago. So you see, we don't need to be careful with each other if we only have sex together."
"But afterwards we better be?"
"Exactly."
"Doesn't sound too bad."
"That's right, as long as we never do anything foolish."
"I don't intend to. Anyway, now that we finished this huge meal, should we go to any of the venues we're interested in?"
"The only venue I'm interested in right now is our bedroom."
"Ditto, so what say you if we go upstairs and open our own Olympics?"
"That will be great."
Chapter Three
Since both of them felt that their Olympic career had crested and neither had any interest in spending more time at the games, two weeks later they boarded their flight home. To their pleasant surprise, when they checked in at the airline counter the smiling clerk set them up in first class and explained the upgrade when she saw the baffled looks on their faces.
"It's our custom to offer first class seats to American Olympic medal winners on their way home when such seats are available, and since we have a few open ones on this flight that's where you belong. The only request we have of you in return is to wear your medals while on the flight if you don't mind, and let our photographer take your pictures."
Jason smiled at her. "Great idea. And do we also receive a special fee for allowing you to advertise our preference for your airline?"
"Yes, Mr. Patterson, providing it won't conflict with your amateur status the airline will pay you a fee of ten-thousand US dollar upon signing the endorsement agreement with our marketing representative."
"Well, since we're both out of such a status as of right now I think that will be acceptable by us," Jason responded. "However, ten grand is an insufficient amount for an endorsement since we were paid much more than that for endorsing other products in the past week."
"That'll be Mr. Hardy's decision to make, Gentlemen. Would you like to see him now?"
"Most certainly."
Their meeting with Mr. Hardy went quite smoothly and by the time they left his office thirty minutes later, each had received a check for fifty-thousand dollars for the airline's use of their pictures in various advertisements.
"Son of a bitch, Jase," Neal said with a chuckle as they went to the flight departure gate. "That was a rather slick move on your part to get us so much money for doing nothing."