The Crystal Rainbow

By: Hank Horne
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Chapter 13
The Marine and the Sensei

The Administration Building for The Crystal Rainbow, LLC. is located at the far end of Crystal Rainbow Boulevard, at the entrance to the housing facilities.  The building is smaller than the Residence ‘Castle,’ but shaped the same and with a fountain out front.  The Fitness Center, Swimming Pool and Rehearsal Hall are just behind it on a side street.  As the staff has grown, the office needs have increased.  There are six offices on the second floor with storage space and a large “Unisex” Restroom.  Jim, Scotty and Dildar have offices up there; Hassan has his office at the Lodge and Grant and Majid decided they would prefer offices at the Residence and Studio, respectively. 

On the lower level, the large Atrium has a rainbow shaped reception desk.  Neon lights run from one end of the arc to the other, of course in the six rainbow colors.  To begin with, Lane multi-tasked as receptionist, secretary and artist.  Now that everything is up and running full-speed, Lane has his own art studio for putting the ads together and coordinating with Harvey in the Advertising and Marketing department.  The receptionist is also a secretary and works with the two other secretaries who occupy one of the offices upstairs.  Justin and Harvey took over the offices that were originally for Grant and Majid, with Justin’s office next to Jim’s and Harvey’s next to Scott.  A Conference Room, off to the left of the entrance, is used for Board Meetings and special luncheon meetings, so there’s a full chef’s kitchen behind it.   Originally, the table in the Conference Room was a standard rectangular table.  With the addition of the newest Directors, a large Round Table replaced the former one.  Another ‘Unisex’ Restroom is located on the First Floor.

One morning, Justin and Harvey left their offices at the same time going to the fitness center for their morning workout. 

“Headed somewhere?” Harvey asked.

“Over to the gym for a workout,” Justin replied.  “How about you?”

“Same thing,” Harvey replied.  “We don’t usually hit it at the same time.”

“What’s your routine?” Justin asked.

“A series of stretches and kicks, mostly.  Then some light weights afterward.  The way you’ve added bulk and definition looks like you hit the weights heavy.”

“I’d lost so much weight, I want to really bulk up.  Your stretches and kicks for martial arts?”

“Yeah, I’ve been slack the past few months during the transition here, but I’ve got to keep up my practices.  I’m due for testing in a couple of my belts.”

“How many belts do you have?” Justin asked, incredulously.  “How many disciplines?”

“Uh – five disciplines.  I’ve helped my sensei do some teaching in his dojo near my condo in San José.”

“You teach … martial arts?”

“Yeah.  Uh – I’m qualified in BJJ, Hapkido, Judo, Karate and Taekwondo, to name them alphabetically.  I guess you’re trained in the Marine’s martial arts program.”

“Well, yeah.  I got my Brown Belt, but compared to you, I feel like it’s shit-brown!” Justin commented.

“You’ve got a helluva lot more than a shit-brown belt.  Belts just indicate level of knowledge.  It doesn’t indicate the tougher than steel backbone in the man himself.  I would love to work with you on some of the other disciplines, if you’re interested,” Harvey offered.

“Oh, man!  You have no idea how much I would appreciate that.  Maybe you could start a class with Dildar and some of his guys,” Justin suggested.

“I’m sure they could teach me a lot.  But maybe we can work together on some exercises, besides pumping iron,” Harvey added.

“I’m ready.”

Several weeks later, Jim mentioned to Majid that Justin had been training with Harvey in martial arts. 

“How’s he coming with it?” Majid asked.

“Justin is gaining confidence, he’s bulked up some, and seems more like the Justin Oehler from Tel Aviv than the shell you first met,” Jim replied.

“Do you think he would be willing to film a wrestling match?”

“I don’t know about that, but I could ask,” Jim answered.  “Anyone in particular for him to go up against?”

“Harvey?” Majid responded.  “He’s comfortable with him, and they might enjoy it.”

“I wouldn’t want him to enjoy it too much!” Jim quipped.

Majid laughed!  “Riiight!  Neither would Scotty!” 

A few days later, Majid showed up at the Admin Building to visit Jim.  Jim called Justin on the intercom, asking him to join them in his office.  When he arrived and took a seat, Jim started the conversation.

“Majid is looking for some fresh meat to wrestle for him and wondered if you would be willing to take on one of the guys in the ring.”

Justin asked, “Who?”

“No one has been picked yet,” Majid replied.  “I was wondering if you would even consider it?”

“You’ve beefed up a lot and look like you’re back in fighting form,” Jim added.

“What’s involved in it?” Justin wanted to know.

“You and another guy get in the ring and wrestle to submission,” Majid answered.  “No pre-determined winner or loser.”

“What’s in it for me?  What’s the incentive? Is that in my job description?”

“Cheeze!” Majid exclaimed.  “What kind of incentive do you want?”

“Is it just for the fun of wrestling, or what?” Justin asked.

“No, it’s not just for the fun of wrestling.  It’s wrestling to win,” Majid explained.

“If you’re not interested, just say so,” Jim added.  “You’re not being ordered to do anything you don’t want to do.  This is NOT the Marines!”

Justin took his cellphone out of his pocket and dialed Harvey’s number.  “Harvey, can you join us in Jim’s office now?  (pause)  Thanks.”

Harvey walked in, not expecting Majid to be there.  “What’s going on?” he asked.

“They want us to wrestle to submission for a video,” Justin replied.

Harvey laughed. “There’s no way I’m doing a wrestling video.  I’ll go to the mats with anyone on the Board, but NO videos.  And that’s a capital N with a capital O.  NO — video of me wrestling.

“Next question?”

“You want to use the mats at the gym where the guys can watch, or the mats at the Residence where the audience is more limited?” Majid asked.

“You sneaky bastard!” Harvey said to him. 

“The Fitness Center!” Justin said.  “Let everybody watch.  Who gives a fuck?”

“The winner gives the loser a fuck.  That should encourage you to fight to win!” Majid replied.  “I have a feeling you both would rather top than bottom!”

“Depends on who’s on top!” Justin commented.  “I hope Scotty doesn’t shit his pants when he hears about this!”

“I’ll tell him after his nightly douche!” Harvey quipped.

“So you’re going to bottom tonight?” Jim snarked. 

Round of laughter closed the meeting.

“Let’s get out of here,” Harvey quietly said to Justin, who stood and followed him out the door.  When they were in the hall, Harvey said, “Come with me.”  They walked into Harvey’s office and closed the door behind them.  Harvey went directly to the small refrigerator in his office closet and got two beers out, handing one to Justin.  “What do you make of that?” Harvey asked.

“They want to watch us wrestle, or fight to see who can get the better of the other,” Justin replied.

“I would enjoy that as much as anyone, but their sneaky way of getting us to do it pisses me off.  So what do you say — do we give ‘em a good, hot wrestling match?  If you win, ram me good and rough ….”

“And if you win, give it to me as hard as you can.  I will take all you can deliver!” Justin added.  “It’ll give us a good reason to enjoy each other without being part of an orgy!”

“They asked for it and they’re going to get it rough and raunchy!”  Harvey concluded as he raised his beer bottle in a toast.  “Bottoms up!”

“In more ways than one!” Justin added.  They clinked bottles then chug-a-lugged the rest of their brews.

Jim was waiting for Justin when he left Harvey’s office.  “You going to be okay?” he asked his lover. 

“Hell, yes!  What’s a wrestling match with a friend when I’ve been in worse fights with the enemy?” Justin retorted.  “I’ve accepted the match and now it’s a matter of seeing who’s the better man.  If I am, Harvey’s fine with me topping him.  If he can make me submit, then you’re going to watch him pound my ass.  It’s as simple as that.  As Julius Caesar said,  Alea iacta est!”

“The die is cast!” Jim translated as he returned to his office and Justin his.

Justin closed his door behind him and called Grant.

Grant answered with, “Hello, Justin. What’s going on?”

“How do you know something’s going in?” the Marine asked.

“Just an expression.  Is something going on that I don’t know about?”

“I don’t know – you tell me!  Have you talked with either Jim or Majid about anything unusual that might happen soon?” Justin asked.

“You’re talking in riddles.  I haven’t talked with Majid since lunch and he said nothing about anything special.  What have you talked with him and Jim about?” Grant responded.

“A wrestling match between Harvey and me.”

“Oh, I’d like to see that!  But this is the first I’ve heard of it.”

“Well, they sprang it on us a few minutes ago and neither of us had ever given any thought to something like that.  Yes, we workout together sometimes.  He teaches me some other martial arts methods and I show him some of the variations in the Marine method.  But that doesn’t mean we have any reason for the two of us to have a submission wrestling match.  What do they want?  A mixed martial arts competition?” 

Justin was on a roll!

“Justin, this is all news to me.  I like the idea and hope that you two will go through with it.  But this is the first I’ve heard of it,” Grant told the hunky Marine.

“Okay.  We reluctantly agreed to it, but I haven’t done any real wrestling in years, well before the explosion.  So what I’m asking is if I could get some wrestling practice with some of the security guys in your basement gym?”

“Oh, hell, yes!” Grant emphasized.  “When are you and Harvey scheduled to have your match?”

“It’s not set yet.  Maybe next week — or next month!  I’d like to get in a workout each day between now and whenever.  A different guy each day, when they’re available.”

“Let me know when and I’ll have one of the guys from here ready to rumble.  But you might want to get some other guys from the Security group for a real variety of workouts.  You’ve got a directory of them – or talk with Dil for some suggestions.  They’re all trained to take anything you can dish out!” Grant joked.

“I want to get back into condition so that I can take anything they dish out!” Justin retorted.

“When do you want to start?”

“Tomorrow afternoon sometime.  Let me know when the pads and your guys –  when it’s convenient,” Justin replied.  “Many thanks, Grant.  Bye.”

About thirty minutes later, Harvey called Grant, who answered his phone with, “Hey, cuz!  What’s going on?”

“You’ve heard what’s going on, I’ll bet!” Harvey replied.

“You can put a month’s pay on it and make some real money!” Grant responded.  “You want to schedule the workout room and some muscle to get you in wrestling condition!”

“So, you have heard!  What’s with that crap?” Harvey asked.

“You and Justin are our newest recruits.  You’ve been working out with him at the gym often.  You are two guys who have not been paired up to wrestle each other yet, and would be a damned hot show for the others to watch.  The rest of us have met on the mat over the past couple of years, and everybody would like to get either or both of you on the mats with them.  Maji and I are the only ones, other than Scotty, who’ve had the pleasure of a romp with you – as far as we know.”

“That’s true!” Harvey interjected.

“Tell you what,” Grant continued. “Find some of the security guys who would be able to work out with you before lunch, and privately work with them for an hour each morning before lunch on the mats downstairs.  I’ll make sure the room is ready for some rough treatment!” 

“Would any of the guys at the Residence be available?”

“You might want to use some of the others since you’ve already tasted all of the guys here.  Get some fresh meat, so to speak!” Grant replied.  “Make ‘em feel special!” (Chuckle)

“Yeah, I’ve got a list of them here.  I’ll give ‘em a call.  Thanks, cuz.  Later!”  Then Harvey disconnected to look up some staff to wrestle with him.  He sent them an email.

Need someone to give me wrestling experience over the next few mornings.                                                                       If you might be available then, please let me know. Thanks!  Harvey Gaither

He got positive responses from Terrance, Filip, Jason, David, Cooper, Colt and Wyatt.  His replies to them, individually, expressed his appreciation and gave them a time and day scheduling their individual matches for the next week.

Meanwhile, Justin called each of the Residence security men to set up an appointment with them for an afternoon workout on the mats.  Grant had clued them in about Justin and Harvey’s match and to expect the Marine’s call.  All of them were excited to participate and getting intimate with the hot stud.  

That evening, along about “Quittin’ Time,” Scotty stopped by Harvey’s office, closed the door behind him and sat in a chair.  “When were you going to tell me?” he asked Harvey.

“Tonight while you are in the shower so you wouldn’t have to send your pants to the laundry to clean up the mess you might have made in them,” was the reply he got.

“What led up to it?”

“Your friends, Mustafa and Guthrie, railroaded Justin and me because we’ve been working out together, and you know all about that.  They first insisted we do a video of the match, which we both flatly refused.  Then they gave us the choice of wrestling in the privacy of the Residence or with enough space for everyone to watch.  By that time, Justin was pissed enough to tell them to invite everybody to watch, if that’s what they wanted.”

“And what did you say?” Scotty asked.

“What could I say?” Harvey responded.  “Hell, I’ve got enough black belts to take care of myself in a fight or wrestling match, so it would be more embarrassing to back down like a faggot wimp as opposed to defending what manhood I do possess and honorably get beaten or beat him in a wrestling match.”

Scotty looked Harvey in the eyes – and smiled.  “I love you all the more for being the man I really fell for!”  He got up, walked around the desk and laid a deep smooch on his lover’s kisser.  “Were you going to ask me to help you get ready for it?”

“I’ve got some of the Security guys going to work with me each morning for the next week on the mats at the Residence starting the day after tomorrow.  If you have time, maybe you could help me limber up some, either at home or at the Residence tomorrow morning.”

“Maybe I’ll start working on your stretches tonight,” Scotty suggested.  “Let’s go get some dinner in town – just us!”

“I’m with you Boo-Boo!” Harvey quipped as they left the office.

They were starting down the stairs when Justin came out of his office, ready for running in his jogging shorts and running shoes.

“Have a good run!” Harvey said to him.

“Thanks. You have a good evening too, Harv,” Justin replied. 

At the same time, Jim came out of his office and saw the three men going down the stairs together.

“Uh – Justin ….” Jim started, but Justin cut him off.

“We’ll discuss this later.”

“But – I ….” Jim tried to continue, but Justin interrupted again.

“I said, we’ll discuss this later!” he said even more firmly as he walked out the front door and began his run down the boulevard, leaving everybody else behind.

“What’s with him?” Jim asked aloud to no one in particular.

“You already know what he’s irritated about,” Scotty answered.  “It seems you’ve changed your attitude about his interaction with other men from last November and it has him confused.”

With that, Scotty and Harvey got to their condo and Jim was left standing in front of his and no one to talk to.  So, he went inside and slammed the door.

Justin took the jogging path on the near side of the boulevard facing any traffic that might be on the road.  He started at a slow pace to warm up so it took him several minutes to get to the Security Station a mile down the road.  One of the guards stuck his hand out and Justin slapped it as the jogged by.  He picked up his speed a bit down the quarter-mile to the end of the boulevard and the Crystal Rainbow property.  He made the turn-around and increased speed again back to the other side of the Security Station, where he slapped another hand as he went by.  For the last mile back to the Administration Building, he picked up even more speed for an intense mile run.

Justin picked up the clothes he had worn to work that day and went over to the condo.  Jim was in the living room waiting for him when he walked in the door.

“You’ve been for a run,” Jim commented.

“I thought you might appreciate that more than what Howie Staunton delivered when you pissed him off.  That was my initial instinct.  Now I need a shower.”  The Marine took his backpack upstairs and went to the bathroom, closing the door — a signal to stay out!

Jim stayed where he was downstairs, nursing a strong (double gin) Tom Collins.  When Justin came back down, he sat in a chair across from him.

“You could have handled that differently,” Justin started the conversation.  “I know Majid is one of your bosses, but hopefully he’s more reasonable than that.”

Jim looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t think of how to say it.

“Harvey and I are going through with this charade, and it will be open to everyone who wants to see it.  Both of us are going into training for it over the next week or so until we feel comfortable in the wrestling mode.  Our methods will not be revealed to you, and probably not Majid.  I’ve talked with Grant and he is arranging for some guys to help us train.  You will not be privy to any of that either.  You will be at ringside along with the rest of the directors and our trainers for whatever the outcome will be.  Everyone else here will be invited to watch the match.  This will be the only time we discuss this topic. Do you understand?”

Jim nodded his head.  “Perfectly clear.  I’m sorry ….”

“I know you will be until I finish training,” Justin replied.

Jim’s eyes shot wide open and his jaw dropped when he realized Justin’s meaning.

“That’s the way it will be, like it or not,” the sexy Marine emphasized.

Jim shut his mouth as his eyes started to tear up.  Then he finished off his drink.

“Can you make it to dinner?” Justin asked.

Jim nodded his head as he took his drink glass to the kitchen then followed his lover to Justin’s car. 

The next morning, Scotty and Harvey were in their offices early so that at 10:30 they could go up to the residence for a workout session on the mats.  This first day of wrestling involved the stretching exercises, including legs, back, arms, shoulders and neck stretches.  Scotty put Harvey in nearly every hold possible to get his lover limber enough to avoid major aches and pains in the days to come.  Then at 11:45 they went to the gym behind the office and both got full body massages from the two therapists on duty for another hour. 

As they were going into the Lodge for lunch, they met Jim and Justin leaving.

“Where have you two been this morning?” Jim asked.

“We had a couple of appointments,” Scotty said as he and Harvey kept walking into the dining room to get a table, leaving Jim standing alone because Justin kept walking toward the stairs.

Later in the afternoon, Justin was leaving for his wrestling appointment with Caleb when he saw Harvey and Lane talking in the Lobby.

“How’d it go this morning?” he asked his friend and future wrestling opponent.

“Started with stretches and a massage today.  Feel great!” Harvey replied.

“Good man!” Justin said as he smiled and bumped fists with Harvey, then walked out the door.

At the Residence, Caleb was already in the workout room, waiting for Justin to arrive by doing handstand pushups.  When Justin walked in his first comment was, “I hope you don’t expect me to do that!”

“Not at all, Justin.  I’m practicing for when I get to suck you off!”  Caleb stood up and gave his friend a hug.  “What do you want to work on first?”

“Maybe some stretches for today.  Put me in some holds that will stretch my arms and legs and back maybe while I try to force my way out of them.”

“Okay.  Go ahead and strip down and we’ll start to work,” Caleb suggested.  “First let’s stand back to back and lock arms, then try to pull me off the floor while I resist.” 

When they locked arms, Caleb immediately leaned forward, pulling Justin off the floor. 

“Hey!” Justin hollered.  “What the hell?”

“A Marine unprepared?” Caleb asked while holding Justin on his back.

“So, you got me!”  Right then, Justin flung his feet and legs over himself to complete a flip, forcing Caleb to the mat, face first.

“Oh, you are good!” Caleb said when he got his face out of the mat.  He immediately grabbed Justin’s ankles with a hard yank to put his trainee’s ass on the floor.  Caleb stood, bringing Justin’s feet up to stretch his legs some. 

Justin began twisting side to side vigorously, causing Caleb to adjust his stance.  The Marine buckled his knees at the same time, forcing the security stud to lose his grip and his balance.  As Caleb went to his knees, Justin moved his legs to a head scissors, bringing his opponent’s head into his crotch so Caleb’s face was buried in Justin’s enlarged basket.

“Oooh, I like that move,” the Aussie mumbled when he could.  Moving his hands from the floor, he reached into the Speedos covering Justin’s package, and wrapped his mouth around the engorged weapon.  As he sucked, the Tar Heel pumped deep into the accepting throat.  It didn’t take the cocksucker very long to draw a satisfying measure of jizz from the military hero.

When Justin relaxed, Caleb crawled up between the muscular legs until he could lean in for a kiss that shared a mouthful of nectar with the hunk under him.  Justin put Caleb in a strong bearhug, enjoying the closeness with the incredible muscleman. 

“That last stretch was my favorite,” the Marine said.

“Mine too!” the Security man replied.  “Maybe we’ll have another opportunity sometime.”

“Hope so.  Thanks, Caleb.  Wish there were some way I could repay you,” Justin said softly.

“Oh, you got some of the more-than-generous-tip back,” Caleb replied, smiling, then leaned in for another hot kiss.  “You’ve got nothing to worry about in your match.  You’re so ready now I can’t imagine how impressive you’ll be next week.  Now, go get a good, deep massage!  I’ll tell them you’re on your way.”  He helped Justin to stand, then went back to the staff dormitory and Justin dressed to go to the Fitness Center.

Throughout the next week, the Marine and the Sensei spent at least an hour each day preparing for their competition.  Their Crystal Rainbow Security trainers made sure that stretches were the first order of business in their training, spending half the time each day on those exercises.  Then practicing their defenses for the martial arts and wrestling attacks that could be expected.

At the end of a week of practice, they agreed another week of preparation would be very beneficial for having been away from training for several months.  Justin called a friend who had been a Marine trainer and arranged to visit him in Syracuse, New York, for a long weekend to bring his proficiency up to par. 

Harvey arranged to fly to San José for some additional work on his disciplines and maybe test for his next level in two of them, Brazilian jiu-jitsu and judo with his friend and sensei. 

When they both got back from their trips, they continued practicing with their respective security men.  Both got the same reaction from their Crystal Rainbow trainers — How the hell could you improve so much from four days of workouts?  The match was scheduled for the following Sunday afternoon in the Fitness Center. 

On the Friday before the match, Harvey texted Justin, “Powwow now!”  Fifteen seconds later, Justin walked into Harvey’s office and shut the door. 

“What’s on your sneaky mind?” Justin asked as he took a chair.

“They want a show,” Harvey began.  “Not just us fighting and fucking, but a show.”  Justin nodded agreement.  “We’ll give ‘em a show.  The first ten or fifteen minutes will be a demonstration of martial arts.  I’ll have to defend every attack you throw at me and you’ll have to defend my attacks.”

“You won’t know what I’ll do next, so you’ll have to be prepared for anything.”

“And you’ll have to be prepared for anything I throw at you.  The only thing planned in advance is that there’ll be no wrestling for the first part, just martial arts demonstration, or competition, if you will.”

“Take-downs will be fair game?” Justin asked.

Harvey nodded.  “Definitely!  And recovery can be blocked according to protocol.  Just no extended wrestling, as such.  Strictly martial arts strategy.”

“Do we go for the submission then or wait for the wrestling?” Justin asked.

“We go for the submission.”

“And the gratification?”

“Oral,” Harvey replied. 

“Anal after the wrestling submission?” Justin confirmed.

Harvey nodded confirmation.  “One other thing that I have in mind.”

Justin looked interested.

“We come into the so-called ‘arena’ wearing Roman costumes and facing Jim and Majid.  We face them and raise an arm and fist in salute before stripping down to loin cloths.” Harvey demonstrated the salute and Justin returned it.

“Then they get pulled off for the wrestling?” Justin said.

Harvey nodded his head several times. “Exactly!” he said.

“I like it.  Herveus!”  Justin reached out to shake Harvey’s hand but they grasped the arm in ancient Roman style before Justin left the office.

The following Sunday, the mats were secured in place and six arm chairs were placed on three sides of the mats.  Two of them were on a raised platform at one side.  There were between fifty and seventy-five men (and women) filling the fitness room around the wrestling area.  Dildar and Hassan arrived early and took two of the seats at one side.  A few minutes later, Grant and Scotty walked in ahead of Majid and Jim.  Grant and Scotty went immediately to the opposite side, leaving the dais seats for Majid and Jim. 

“What’s this?” Jim asked when he saw the set-up.

“It’s your show, so you two get the Seats of Honor,” Grant said sarcastically.

The two ‘conspirators’ took their places, and moments later the combatants strode in, side by side.  Both men were wearing a swathe of colored cloth draped across one shoulder and just barely covering their groins.  Harvey was wearing a rich blue over-the-shoulder drape and Justin was covered by a cherry red over-the-shoulder drape.  A white belt was wrapped around their waists to keep the covering in place.  They stopped in the middle of the mat, facing Majid and Jim.   Both raised their right arms and fists to the two on the dais.

“Hail, Sachems!” they said together, then lowered their fists to their hearts.  “We dedicate this combat to your eternal glory!”  The two removed their belts and drapes, then tossed them between the chairs and feet.  They were left wearing a red and blue T-bar as their only covering.

Jamal was standing behind the platform and towering over the two men seated on it.  He announced the start of the martial arts portion of the competition in his booming voice.  “Let the battle begin!”

Not knowing the giant jinni was behind them, both Majid and Jim nearly jumped out of their chairs.  Harvey and Justin bowed to the trio on the platform, turned toward each other, bowed again and took their opening stances.

Harvey’s opening was a feint with a karate chop but followed through with a side leg kick which connected to Justin’s right leg.  Justin looked surprised, then smiled and said, “Nice move, most worthy opponent.”  He realized that Harvey was really up on his game and he would have to use all of his MCMAP (Marine Corps Martial Arts Program) training to win this match.

They attacked and defended for at least fifteen minutes before Justin could get Harvey in a ‘rear-naked-choke’ hold and submit him.  Harvey tapped-out and Justin eased him to the mat as the crowd shouted and cheered.  Justin stood straddling his victim for several minutes while Harvey was getting his breath back.

Following his recovery, Harvey reached up and removed the scant covering which was keeping him from his ‘booby-prize.’  Justin knelt over his friend with his very generous manhood directed straight at Harvey’s mouth.  Harvey raised up on his elbows, leaned into toward the object to be sucked, and took the prize all the way to the base on the first attempt.  (Jamal can be very subtle in his always-appreciated assistance.)  Justin gasped at the feeling he got from Harvey’s ministrations. 

A slow up and down allowed both men to savor the feelings of their interaction.  Justin was so consumed by Harvey’s sucking, he did not realize when he was about to unleash a great volume of nectar of the gods.  But Harvey (and Jamal) could sense the imminent eruption so the cocksucker stopped his stimulating service immediately – leaving Justin wanting more. 

“Sonuvabitch!” the Marine exclaimed.  “Finish me off, you bastard!”

“You might have your wish later,”  Harvey taunted his opponent.  “Or not!”

“I’ll finish it off up your ass, cum-slut!” Justin retorted.  Harvey chuckled.

The two men took a break in the massage area, with four massage therapists for each of them.  A toilet break followed and they were back on the mat, ready for their wrestling match.  Jamal announced, “Let the games begin!”

Harvey and Justin locked up for the first take-down, which went to Harvey.  The next fifteen minutes of hard, and sometimes unethical (ball-grabbing, nipple biting/twisting/pinching, etc.) fighting seemed to take forever to the combatants.  But it flew by for the audience.  Each time one of the blond musclemen got an advantage, the onlookers cheered.  Each time one of them popped a ‘woodie,’ the crowd chanted, “Suck him!  Suck him! Suck him!” or “Jack him! Jack him! Jack him!”  And each time it looked like one of them had a good submission hold, the group held its collective breath — until the other muscled his way out of it.

Harvey went for an X-Guard submission by under-hooking Justin’s leg and pulling it over his shoulder.  His technique was perfect!  Justin was off-balanced and had to use his hands to prevent going down completely.  Harvey then stomped his knee to stretch him even more.  The Cali-Sensei stood, lifting the Marine’s leg on his shoulder.  Then pulling him until he was resting on the mat, Harvey stretched his leg further for several minutes, until... 

The Marine tapped.

The crowd gasped.  Then they shouted and applauded for the spectacular, and unexpected winner.

Harvey released Justin’s leg and knelt to make sure his friend was okay.

“Sonuvabitch!  Damn! You’re good!”  Justin reached up and pulled Harvey into a kiss.  “I can’t wait to feel you inside me – fucker!”

“I don’t know where I’ll find the energy to pound you properly,” Harvey replied.

“I’ll make sure you have the energy you need” Jamal told Harvey, privately.

“Har-vey!  Har-vey!  Har-vey!  Har-vey!”  The chant went around the room.  Harvey helped Justin stand, then Justin raised Harvey’s arm in victory, turning to all four sides of the mat — and the chant continued.  “Har-vey!  Har-vey!  Har-vey!  Har-vey!”

The Marine knelt and proceeded to devour the Sensei’s schnitzel.  When he backed off it, it was hard as a rock, wet and ready for action.  Justin turned 180-degrees for Harvey to penetrate.  Harvey knelt to prepare the entrance for the invasion.  After a couple of minutes of spitting, licking, tongue and one-two-three-four fingers penetration, the bottom was ready for the breach.

“Are you ready?” Harvey asked.

“Ready when you are!” Justin replied.

Harvey began his descent into fresh territory.  The first trip down was slow and deliberately gentle.  “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Oh, yes!” Justin replied as he began flexing his sphincter around the impressive battering ram. 

“You want it rough?”

“Hell, yes!  Show me what that battering ram is really for!”

Harvey pulled all the way out, aimed for the gaping hole and rammed all the way in until groin met heinie.   After several minutes, he had rammed Justin off his hands to leaning on his elbows with his rump at a higher angle, and a few more minutes his face was on the mat and his ass even more arched. 

The Sensei was teaching the Marine a lesson in battering usage.  Harvey was grunting with each ram and Justin was groaning in pleasure.  Jim nearly dissolved into apoplexy watching the treatment his lover was taking.  Jamal was standing behind him with one hand on his shoulder holding him in place.  He wanted to yell, holler, even scream but no sound could be heard from him.  He couldn’t move.  Only watch. 

Grant, Scotty, Dildar, and Hassan kept glancing from the fuck-fest on the floor to Jim and Majid then back to the men on the mat.  After several minutes, Harvey pulled all the way out of Justin’s gaping opening. 

“What?” Justin asked of his abuser. 

“I’m tired,” Harvey replied.  “You’re going to work now.”  He lay on his back with flagpole waving in the air.  Justin stood up and repositioned himself to face Harvey.  The Marine started his squats over the Sensei’s groin.  This went on for a full five minutes.  At times, Justin leaned on his hands on Harvey’s legs.  Other times the two men clasped hands for balance and support. 

When Justin got cramps in his quads, Harvey told him to lie on his back.  The victor grasped the bottom man’s ankles, pushing them over the prone man’s head.  Cautiously, the Californian lined up his cudgel and proceeded to pound as hard as he ever had.  Sweat was pouring from both men, showing their exertion.  Another minute — two minutes — four minutes — then Harvey collapsed on top of Justin, filling his gut with shot after shot after shot of baby-makers coating his insides.

Justin had not had an orgasm for two weeks as retaliation for Jim’s part in this fiasco.  So his release was incredible.  His first shot splattered Grant and Scotty — the second hit over his head on the mat — the third shot hit his face — and the fourth shot went straight up Harvey’s nostril.  Harvey grabbed Justin’s cock and sucked out the rest of his load.  When he could, he stretched up to Justin’s face and dropped all he held in his mouth directly into Justin’s open mouth.  Then he leaned down for an extremely hot kiss.

Jim just stared at them – gob smacked.

Scotty walked over to the two American gladiators and told them the hot-tub and massage tables were ready for them.  Dildar gathered up their blue and red drapes for them to wear — the blue for the victor – the red for the other.  As soon as the two men had their drapes in place over their shoulders, they faced Majid and Jim, raised their arms and fists in salute.

“I hope you got some good footage on your video – I want to see it when it’s edited,” Harvey commented sarcastically. 

Then the two spectators helped the combatants to the spa area where they would be treated like royalty for the next couple of hours.

To be continued…

Grant and Majid celebrate an anniversary next time.

Posted: 12/13/19