I struggled to get my wrists free but what were the chances? When he was good and ready, he let me topple him backwards off me, and onto the end of the bed. Now I was on top of him, but he had wrapped his legs around my waist. I had his wrists over his head, while he squeezed me like a python. Instinctively I slammed my forehead into his sternum, and he pretended that it knocked the wind out of  him.

I dared to lick then nibble his nipples and he squirmed and protested. We struggled, as if evenly matched, and I licked his armpits. This made him release his legs and gasp, as if out of breath. He lay there below me, acting the part of the submissive muscle jobber I'd seen others play in wrestling videos. So I took the invitation and pinned his shoulders, feeling his biceps as he pretended to struggle. Then, drawing on my imagination and from the wrestling moves I'd seen,I reached back and pulled his legs forward, his knees at his ears. He pretended to be surprised by my aggressive power, and squirmed under me.

For a moment I feared I might actually hurt him, so I relented...and he rolled onto his stomach, then onto his knees, on all fours. I climbed onto his back, wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed. He reacted brilliantly, as if I had enough strength to punish him. He rose up, and to keep from falling off backwards, I saw my opportunity. I latched onto his neck with my amateur version of a Rear Naked Chokehold. "Sleepers" are my favorite submission move, and I have countless videos/dvds of matches that feature this erotic finishing move. Something about a physique athlete slowly succumbing to being sleepered, while every pumped muscle droops and sags, eventually crashing to the mat, knocked cold - this thrills me more than anything in wrestling.

So, for me, having Scrappy under my control - or at least seeming to -and feeling him demonstrate his superlative acting skills in order to "sell the pain" in ways that are completely believable...this was climactic, my ultimate fantasy come true. He made the moment last several minutes, as every muscle released, his breathing altered, his protestations and pleas for mercy stuttered into whimpers and finally into silence.

As I'd always dreamed, I gave his body a few hard shakes, to feel his arms flop around, to be sure his posture had collapsed...and I let him fall forward onto the bed, face down. He did not break the fall one bit.

Now I had him where I'd always wanted him. With him pretending to be down for the count, I worshipped his legs, his glutes...keeping his thong in place, respectfully, his wide back, his thick traps and delts.

It's thrilling when the big arms of a physique athlete lie, palms up, at their side. So vulnerable. So utterly defeated. I rubbed his arms, admiring the vascularity of his forearms and his terrific triceps. Then I made my mistake...I kissed the back of his neck. I'm sure he thought I was taking advantage of his willingness to role play with me, and that I was moving, inappropriately, from the erotic to the sexual - which in fact, I was not. It may surprise you to know that my kiss was one of gratitude, respect and affection. But I had transgressed, and when he suddenly got up, he looked at me as if he'd never seen me before- or maybe that was a look of betrayal or disappointment -  since I'd broken our unspoken agreement about boundaries for this private session.

Whatever was in his eyes, I knew the spell was broken. l apologized, and he mumbled a reply, already starting to put his clothes back on. I didn't try to help him-we'd shifted into professional mode, impersonal and businesslike. So I put on my clothes rather hurriedly too. He relaxed a bit, and apologized for having to 'hit the road"- he still had many miles to drive that day. I apologized too, in a rather general way, for anything I did that made him uncomfortable. Mostly I wanted him to know how much respect and admiration I have for him, as I do to this day. 

We were at the door. I'd offered him some lunch but all he took was a bottle of water. I felt badly - Time had truly stood still, and now my dream was abruptly over. Silhouetted in the open door by the dazzling sunlight, he turned and I offered my hand to say thanks. He took my hand, said "Thank you", then stepped into a big hug. It felt real, but then Scrappy's acting is as impressive as his physique, his good looks and his wrestling skills. I will never forget how it felt to hold my muscle god/hero in my embrace for just a few seconds longer than guys usually hug.

I hope he sensed my sincere and lasting gratitude.