Round 002: Alpha Male - Don vs Max

A wicked grin formed on Max’s lips as he tightened his grip either side of Don’s head. He looked down on the kneeling figure and guided Don’s open mouth over his cock. Even now, after letting his arms be tied behind his back, Don was struggling, unable to let go of the control he wielded at the top of his corporate empire.

Max knew Don’s type all too well – a man who spends his days in control, making decisions that effect hundreds or thousands of workers and investors. Even his friends respect him enough to let him take the lead, so in private he just wanted to lose control and let it all go. Don’s fantasy was more common that he would ever know.

But Max could read Don too, and he knew Don wasn’t the kind to be able to forfeit his control on a whim, no matter how much he wanted it. Unlike most men of power, Don kept every part of his life in control, including his fitness. There was no gut on this hunk. So Max knew he’d have to take it from him; force Don to give up control so his desires could be released. That’s why he was paying such a handsome sum, after all.

Don twisted his head, turning away from Max’s dancing dick, spitting out the precum that sprinkled his tongue.

“Not acceptable,” Max growled, trying to make Don take it again, but his captive wouldn’t have it. He was going to be even more difficult that Max had anticipated.

Max pulled Don to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist. It felt good having such a tight torso pressing into him. He looked Don in the eyes, surprised to see Don returned the gaze unflinching.

“Looks like you’ll have to learn the hard way,” Max snarled.

He wrapped his other arm around Don’s waist and squeezed. Don gasped, his eyes widening with suprise, just before he arched back under the pressure of the bear hug.

“You feel that?” Max asserted. “That’s your life in my hands. That’s you, bending over backwards to make me happy.” He squeezed harder, this time feeling Don’s legs buckle.

Leaning into Don’s chest, Max nipped at a nipple playfully then pulled Don upright before they both lost their balance. He adjusted his grip, sliding his crushing arms up Don’s back to chest-height. They were eye to eye again and this time Max’s gaze was stronger.

He kept the squeeze on tight, enjoying the feel of Don’s powerful frame melting in his grip. Don’s eyes were glazing over as he gasped for breath; his open mouth too tempting to resist. Max surged forward, carefully ramming Don up against the wall. Sliding one of his hands up the back of Don’s neck, Max held Don’s head from behind and kissed him.

Don responded with his tongue while his body squirmed against Max now that it was free from the crushing embrace. But also freed were his wrists. The cloth that bound them loosened in the struggle and now fell unseen to his feet.

There was no question of fight or submit. If Max had seen the bonds release, he would have known what was coming. Don’s hands shot up, catching Max under the arms and lifting him off the floor. Before Max could even utter a cry of surprise, Don had flipped their positions and rammed Max up to the wall, forcing Max’s arms high above his head.

Don pressed in to sandwich Max and glared into his eyes before sealing a kiss that penetrated to the back of Max’s mouth. Don’s panting torso heaved against Max, scraping their hairy chests together like sandpaper.

Max pressed his upper back into the wall to arch out but Don body-slammed their torsos forcing Max back against the wall.

Max grunted but used the movement to yank an arm downward, pulling it free of Don’s steel grip. He wrapped it around Don’s torso and twisted, knocking Don off balance.

The two men stumbled but Max was in charge again. He tripped Don, sending the man crashing to the ground and followed him down, dropping into a sitting position on his chest. As the wind got knocked out of Don, Max pinned his arms under his knees, and looked down satisfied at his prisoner again. That had been a close call. Thank God the bear hug had worn Don down before he’d broken free!

Don bucked like a bull, trying to throw Max off, but a few quick gut punches left Don panting and still again. Max pushed Don’s face into his naked groin and listened to the muffled cries. Between the bear hug, the slam and now this, it would be a miracle if Don had any breath left to fight with.

Max loosened his grip, letting Don suck in a deep breath. While he let Don breathe, Max reached behind, clasping Don’s cock in his palm. He massaged the hard shaft roughly, making sure his fingertips taunted the contracted balls too.

Don’s roared like a wounded animal; the outburst making Max hesitate momentarily. Don twisted and bucked simultaneously, unbalancing Max enough to throw him off. In an instance, Don was on top, coming down with a body slam from behind. A strong arm wrapped around Max’s throat and he was rolled upward, one arm getting hooked into a half nelson. Muscular legs wrapped around Max from behind, trapping his lower half too.

Max strained, arching back over Don’s steel body. He slapped at Don’s choking arm and tried fruitlessly to loosen it. He was seeing flashes of white and his chest burned as he ached for oxygen.

Then suddenly Don released the choke, hooking his arm under Max’s free armpit and hoisting him into a full nelson. Don twisted underneath, sliding Max over him to one side and pulling his arm over his head to grip it in the same vice that held his other arm back.

Weakened by the arch, Max could barely struggle as Don’s free hand now reached around to pull playfully at Max’s nipple ring. Max cried out and Don slapped at his pecs before reaching down to clasp Max’s dancing cock in his hand.

Max froze in shock and Don began gently tugging. His mouth opened in a silent gasp. He could hear Don’s breath, heavy in his ear. If Don made him climax first, the fight would be over and the Master would have been mastered.

Professional pride and humiliation erupted within Max and he arched harder and twisted, breaking the double hold from one of his arms. He twisted further, sliding off Don and springing to his knees ready to attack, but Don was already on his knees and surged forward bowling Max back over. They crashed to the ground and Don pinned him immediately, arms and legs forced out in a grapevine, crucifying Max against the ground.

Max’s cock was stiffer than ever, rigidly slapping against Don’s butt cheeks, threatening to explode. Max knew he’d lost the battle. He was about to cum any moment. Don lay on top of him, playfully sliding Max’s arms above his head and back out to the side like the flapping wings of angel. Don was chuckling, enjoying his obvious victory, fiery eyes staring right into Max’s.

From the hopeless position of having his arms pinned above his head, Max waited for Don to pull them down to shoulder height again. He used the moment to yank downward as hard as he could. The element of surprise let him snap free of Don’s grip. He grabbed Don’s wrists, twisting one arm up behind Don’s back. Don broke the other arm free, but Max let it roam, grabbing the back of Don’s head instead, forcing their lips together. In the momentary shift of fortunes, Max snapped their legs together and wrapped his around Don’s, holding them shut.

“You wanna make me cum?” Max growled before silencing Don with a long, violent kiss. He thrust his groin up, rubbing his shaft against Don; pumping his own organ while Don lay pinned on top of him. The explosion of white relief came sooner than Max would have liked, but he crushed Don into him as his body tensed and convulsed and a choking gasp broke through their kiss.

Don buried his mouth in Max’ neck, sucking the flesh as Max panted and sighed. He felt Don relax on top of him and knew that the fight had ended. He’d climaxed on his own terms and Don was conceding defeat, never knowing just how close he’s come to winning.

Max released the arm lock and pushed down on Don’s shoulder. Don kissed Max’s torso as he made his way down his body.

“Clean me up,” Max ordered, pleased to feel Don’s tongue flick out to lick up the spill below.

Max smiled. Balance was restored. He was in charge and his client was now where he wanted to be. He would make the most of his victory, punishing Don hard and teasing him mercilessly before letting him find relief himself. Don had wanted Max to prove who was boss, and now the boss would ensure he was never questioned again. The clean up was just the beginning…