Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2021 18:53:09 +0000
From: peter <psorenson9@hotmail.com>
Subject: CrossFit Competitors - Chapter 7     Athletics, Authoritarian, Beginnings

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Chapter 7


However this evening would end, it would end in the next hour.  That's how
much time Pook had left on the clock.  I really didn't think I'd be able to
endure whatever he had in mind for me.  After electro shocks on my cock and
up my ass, and then getting fucked with clothespins clipped to my cock and
balls, I couldn't imagine what else he could dream up.  But I was
determined to beat him.  So far, he had failed to make me cum.

Although my hands were still bound to the headboard, he turned me over on
my back and took off the blindfold.  It was the first time I'd seen his
face since he was in control and he had a look that I couldn't read.  What
was he thinking?

I'm now flat on my back with my hands tied to the headboard above me.  I'm
completely exposed and vulnerable.  Still nude, and with his shaft looking
like it was ready to explode, he climbed over me and placed one knee on
each side of me.  He gripped my shoulders, looked me straight in the eyes
and said, "This is how it's going down: In my car I have a sounding rod
that I will use on you whether you like it or not.  But there's one thing
you can do to keep that from happening."

Sounding was NOT something that I had tried or had any interest in.  As he
witnessed that evening, I had a high level of tolerance for kink and pain,
but sounding scared the living shit out of me.  Without hesitation I asked,
"What is it, I'll do anything.  I DON'T want to get sounded.....Sir."  Pook
shifted slightly and responded earnestly, "Look Pete, I loved everything
we've done together tonight.  We are both worthy competitors and I believe
we proven that to each other.  But what I really want is for you to fuck me
for as long as we both can take it.  Having your dick up my hole is what
I've been fantasizing about since I met you, and now that I've seen what a
monster cock you have, I wouldn't forgive myself for not taking the
opportunity to have you fuck me long and hard.  So here's how I'm spending
my final hour....You're going to fuck me for 60 minutes.  But there's one
condition.  If you pull out of my hole, OR if either of us cums, I'm going
to sound you.  How you fuck me is entirely up to you, but your dick is in
my hole for a full 60 minutes".

I almost wept when he gave me that ultimatum.  As the night was
progressing, I LOVED showing him how to be a man and proving what a man I
was, but I secretly just wanted to fuck him.  The intimacy we were sharing
was having an impact on me.  After our CrossFit mating dance, and now
tonight, I felt closer to him than anyone in a long time.  And fucking him
for a full hour would be a dream come true.

But not without its challenges.  Both our cocks had been hard as steel for
the past 2+ hours and had probably produced more cum that evening than the
last month put together.  To fuck him for an hour without either of us
cumming was likely to be the most challenging battle of the night.  But we
had both endured more than we thought we could.  This would our final
competition.

I was resolute and certain in my response: "You're on Pook.  I fuck you for
60 minutes straight without either of us cumming.  If I pull out, or one of
us cums, you get to sound me.  If we make it, we both get to cum."

He smiled, reached over to give me a warm kiss and simultaneously untied my
hands and said: "We're on stud."

In CrossFit when you're given a particularly long and challenging workout,
you're taught to break it into segments, each alone of which should be
manageable.  Your goal is to concentrate only on the current segment and
forget about the workout in its entirety.  Just count reps of the movement
you're in; when you finish, proceed to the next movement and start counting
all over again.  That's how I decided to make it through the next hour.
I'd break it up into 15 minute segments; and in each one I'd fuck Pook in a
different position.  My guess was that changing it up would help make sure
we didn't get carried away in one position and....cum.  All we'd have to do
was enjoy the 15 minute segment we were in....just not too much.

Where to start?  That was an easy one: Doggy style.  Pook had already set
up his iPhone with a large numerical timer set to 60 minutes.  All we had
to do was hit start and the hour countdown would commence.  I looked at the
timer, then at Pook and ordered firmly, "On your hands and knees, facing
the headboard."  He looked at me with a look of longing that I'd not seen
before and immediately got into position. He was starving for my cock.

Once he was in position, I coated my dick with lube to keep it slippery.
Too much friction would be dangerous this early in the hour.  Kneeling
behind him, I leaned over to the table and put my hand on the iPhone.
Before I hit start, I said in his ear, "Ready Pook?"

He replied, "Ready, Sir."

I hit start to commence the countdown and immediately slid my steel rod
into his hole.  Having been loosened nicely about an hour earlier from my
prostate massage edging, my meat was met with just the right amount of
resistance.  Right in, but not sloppy.  Entering, it felt like his hole had
been waiting for my cock all its life and wanted me to know that.  It was a
wonderfully warm welcome.  My cock was telling my brain that it doesn't get
any better than this.  The only outcome is to cum.  But I knew I had 59
minutes before that could happen and I'd have to find a way to make it
until then.  He groaned softly to let me know he was enjoying this as much
as me, possibly more.  I heard him whisper, "Thank you Daddy."

I consciencely began a pumping rhythm I could manage.  In, hold for :30.
Halfway out, hold for :30.  Repeat.  There was a second hand on the timer
so I could be precise about the timing.  One minute per cycle.  I'd never
fucked anyone like this before and it was amazing.  It gave you time to
really think about what you were doing and the person you were doing it to.
After pushing in as far as I could go, I would gaze at Pook's broad
shoulders, perfectly V-shaped back, bulked-up arms, narrow waist, and
tight, tight ass.  Usually when you fuck, you're so caught up in pounding
you don't stop to appreciate the person you're hammering.  But this wasn't
just anyone, this was Pook.  And his 60-minute challenge gave me an
opportunity to appreciate him in a way I never would've anticipated.

After several of the thrusts, I noticed we were already down to 46 minutes,
one minute away from completing Segment 1.  My by-the-minute pumping
strategy had worked, at least it got me through the first segment without
cumming or pulling out.  And just as importantly, I got to reflect on this
worthy competitor named Pook in a way I wouldn't have otherwise.  I was the
winner for that.

I announced to Pook that we had made it 15 minutes successfully.  I felt
his hole tighten around my cock, assumingly in gratitude.  I moaned loudly
and admonished him to be careful.  Any more manhole grips like that would
send me into orbit.

Without saying anything, and keeping my dick firmly up his hole, I gently
guided him to lie on his right side, with me immediately behind him on my
right side.  One of my favorite positions for fucking is spooning.  It's
warm and tender, and the top has a free hand to explore his bottom.  I'd
have 15 minutes of just this and I wanted to use it wisely.  I had my right
arm under the crook of his neck and bent back toward me to embrace him by
the shoulders.  My left hand was free for whatever I wanted.  I started
with his right tit with a slight pinch of my thumb and forefinger and found
it was as hard as a tack.  He moaned loudly and reminded me to be
careful...his tits were hardwired to his cock and he could lose control if
I played too hard.  But damn that tit felt nice.  I gently brushed my
fingers over it and then more tenderly continued to pinch and caress both
of them.  Back and forth from left to right.  It was having the desired
effect because the sweat was beading up on his shiny bald head and neck.  I
so enjoyed this torture.  All while caressing his nipples I was slowly
pumping him from behind, grinding my meat into him, but his attention was
definitely on his titties.

About 10 minutes of Segment 2 had passed and I went in for the prize.  Pook
had an amazing 10+" granite-like cock.  I had deep throated him earlier,
but now I got to jerk him off while pumping him from behind.  I tightened
my embrace with my right arm and let my left hand travel slowly down his
dripping wet torso.  I rubbed his sweaty stomach and thoroughly enjoyed
concentrating on his hard-as-marble statuary.  But his huge cock was there,
waiting for my left hand and I couldn't stop myself.  I reached down and
firmly grabbed his member, held it tight, and squeezed.  I felt his body
tighten and go rigid.  He whimpered, "Oh, Daddy.  Oh, Daddy."  The guy
makes me weak in the knees.  I wanted to squeeze the dick right off him to
remind him who was in charge, but his soft pleading persuaded me loosen my
grip and simply slide my cupped fist up and down his shaft.  As I did that
he sighed loudly and pressed his ass even further up my shaft.  I found a
new rhythm now....grinding my cock into him as deeply as I could from the
back while simultaneously jerking him off at the same pace.  It was pure
heaven.  And like earlier, it became such a mindless pleasure that I
allowed myself to contemplate this godlike creature I was fucking.  All his
years of squats, pullups, and barbells turned him into a man of steel.  His
skin was pulled tautly over his hard muscles.  I'm sure he was no more than
10% body fat.  And I was reaping the benefits.  All of this hardness was
mine to do with what I wanted.  I could've gone on forever, but I was
getting close again and thankfully it was time for Segment 3.  I'd need a
different strategy for this one.

"Pook, listen carefully.  I'm going to slide under you on my back and
you're going to swing your right leg over my head so you straddle me with
my cock up your hole.  Don't let me pull out.  Understand?"

"Yes Sir," came his reply.  "I can handle that, no problem."

With that, I pushed my cock extra deep into him to ensure I didn't
accidentally pull out and slid under him.  Being the great athlete he was,
he deftly swung his right leg over my head and squatted right down on my
cock.  Good thing he'd done hundreds of squats over the years because he
was going to be in this position for the next 15 minutes.  But this was
going to be even more difficult for me.  My dick was so far up him I wanted
nothing more than to shoot.  He felt so good so fast that I involuntarily
started thrusting.  I knew if I kept that up I'd shoot my load in a matter
of minutes.  I needed to do something to get my mind off my balls and cock,
and fast.  I quickly figured it out.

"Pook, grab the tit clamps and chain and get them on my nipples "fast", I
ordered.  He looked a little confused as he sensed my urgency, so I
repeated, louder than before, "FAST".  He reached over without pulling off
me, scooped them up and quickly clamped my right tit, then my left.  When I
used the clamps on Pook earlier, I had slowly increased the tension
throughout his torture session.  It's easier and more sensual to endure the
pain when the clamps are tightened gradually.  On my orders, he clamped
them on me, no mercy, at the high pressure setting we had left them at.
The pain was 75% excruciating and 25% exquisite, but it served its purpose.
My focus shifted from my cock and balls to my nipples, which now felt like
they were on fire.

I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths and let the pain take me away.
Like Pook, there's a wire that connects my nips to my cock and I knew as
soon as the intense pain subsided, that wire would be activated.  After the
worst of the agony subsided, I opened my eyes and found Pook staring
intensely down at me.  I could see the struggle he was enduring as well.
The pleasure on his face from my cock driving into his gut was hard to
describe.  But the giveaway was the faucet of precum oozing from the tip of
his cock.  I lowered my chin into my chest and found myself nearly
face-to-cock with his glorious 10+ inch granite column, that, at this
moment, looked like a firehose in slow motion.  His pleasure made my pain
bearable.  In fact, I would've cheerfully endured my current suffering and
much more just to bear witness his rapture.

 Only one thing could make this moment better.  I whispered, "Pook, feed me
your precum".

He replied "Oh yeah, Daddy".

And with that he took his right index and middle finger, scooped up the
puddle that had formed on his stomach and raised it to my lips.  I held out
my tongue and he fed me his salty warning.  It tasted even better than what
I had gobbled down earlier and was a tasty preview of what was coming in
just a few minutes.  "Another," I begged.  Using the same two fingers, this
time he targeted the tip of his cock which was still dripping, ladled it
onto his fingers and fed me a second time.  We locked eyes.  We were
euphoric.

Between the sensation of urgency emanating from my cock and balls, the
exquisite agony from my tits, the taste of his salty/sweet juice on my
tongue, and the look of ecstasy on his face, my senses were in complete
overdrive.  I wasn't sure I could take any more.  I looked at the clock,
and we were now down to 15 minutes remaining.  The final countdown...

End of Chapter 7


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