Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2010 14:55:13 -0400
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: Wrestling Match

The following story is a work of erotic fiction for entertainment purposes
only. It is not intended to be read by minors. It includes sex and racial
humiliation. Anyone who might be offended by this type of story should find
something else to read.

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 "Next time you foul me like that you're going to have to pay for it,"
Thomas barked in pain and anger, holding his ribs where the black boy had
elbowed him during their one-on-one game of basketball.

"It wasn't a foul," Rufus shot back at the white boy, "You're just a pussy
who don't know how to play the game like it's played in the streets."

"Pussy?" Thomas glared at the boy, his face getting red, "I'll show you who
the `pussy' is. Fuck this sissy game of basketball. You think you're so
tough? Let's see if you can wrestle."

Rufus seemed stunned, for a moment, at the suggestion of switching
games. Then tilted his head sideways, smiling with confidence and casually
tossed the ball over his shoulder.

"Oh hex yeah, white boy," Rufus said, his body language was pure
intimidation as he strode toward Thomas, who was still nearly doubled over,
grasping his ribs in pain, "ya wanna wrestle, ya little punk, we can sho
nuff wrestle."

Before Thomas could say anything the black boy bolted for the boy's legs in
a tackle, sending Thomas tumbling to the ground, sprawled on his back.

"This gonna be too easy," Rufus smirked as he pushed the white boy's
shoulders against the wooden gym floor. "All white boys are soft," Rufus
thought to himself, "No way this white boy is gonna know how to wrestle."

But Thomas surprised the boy. He quickly recovered his senses and flipped
the black boy on his back. Before Rufus realized what was happening Thomas
was on top of him, dominating him. The full weight of his body was pressing
against the black boy, pinning him to the floor.

Rufus struggled to get up, but he couldn't wiggle free. The white boy
jeered in his face, making the whole thing worse. This wasn't supposed to
happen, Rufus thought, all white boys are punks.

As Thomas held the black boy down against the floor Rufus began to notice
something odd.  The white boy's cock seemed to be getting thicker and
thicker underneath his sweatpants. The boy was enjoying his power over
Rufus. The boy was enjoying dominating him.

"Oh hell naw – you aint gonna treat me like yo bitch motherfucker,"
Rufus growled in protest, but no matter how hard he struggled he couldn't
break free.

"Admit it, punk," Thomas chided, "You've been bested." He started grinding
his aroused groin against the subdued black boy's body, like all conquerors
do when they've subdued a rebellious tribe. The victor can always have his
way with weaker boy's body. It was no different here – on this gym
floor.

Rufus struggled frantically to stop the white boy from using him like a
bitch, but it was futile. He felt Thomas' big white cock growing harder and
harder as it pressed against his body.

Thomas sneered, "You like that big white cock rubbing up against you, boy?"

Rufus felt himself weakening. He felt himself surrendering as Thomas lay on
top of him, humping on him like some bitch.

The wrestling match was over, although neither boy would officially
acknowledge it. They had moved beyond wrestling. This was now the victory
lap where Thomas was celebrating forcing the unruly black boy into
submission.

"You want this big white cock inside of you, don't you boy?"

Thomas had Rufus' arms pinned against the floor. There was nothing this
black boy could do about it.

Yeah, Rufus wanted it, but he could never admit it. He wanted it so bad he
felt his own cock starting to get hard.

He wrapped his arms around Thomas' powerful trunk, pretending to struggle
to get out from under him, but he knew the match was over. There was no
longer any fight left inside of Rufus to resist this white boy who was now
lying on top of him – pressing down in his defeated black body, humping
him like a girl.

Thomas' firm chest was pressing hard against Rufus.

The black boy surrendered to the intimacy of having this white boy so close
to him like this. He breathed in the musky odor of the white boy's
body. Despite the sweat, it somehow smelled clean and purifying.

Rufus allowed the white boy to enfold him in his arms and hump him like a
helpless slave.

Rufus tried to resist the feelings that swept over him, but he wanted to
surrender, give into the white boy's power, and let Thomas have complete
mastery over him.

Thomas' thick, hard manhood pressed against Rufus's dark body, rubbing
against the black boy's groin and his thighs, dominating and mocking him
like he was a cheap ghetto whore.

"You like that cock, nigga? You like that cock rubbing on top of you like
that?"

Yeah, Rufus liked it. He didn't understand why, but he knew he liked
it. Rufus almost wanted the white boy to fuck him for real.

He felt himself surrendering to his tormentor.

Rufus had met his master. He instinctively turned his head to the side and
brushed his lips against the white boy's biceps and forearms, wanting to
kiss them, acknowledging the white boy's power.

Thomas humped harder and harder on top of Rufus. The black boy no longer
even pretended to resist. He even pushed back, offering his dark body to be
used, like it should be.

Now both boys were rubbing against each other with passionate abandon. They
forgot that they were "wrestling," forgot that they were "straight," all
they knew was that they were enjoying this passionate embrace as their
aroused bodies rubbed against each other – master and slave –
conqueror and conquered.

Rufus stared in the eyes of his tormentor with lust and longing. Thomas'
eyes were half-closed with the ecstasy of indifference toward the black
body he would use.

A few quick gasps and Thomas spontaneously ejaculated inside his sweat
pants. Rufus felt the sticky moisture spreading against his thighs.

A few more gasps and Rufus was also ejaculating. His thick, creamy cum
juices filled his boxer shorts and ran down his brown thighs.

The white boy held onto Rufus's body and humped him a few more times for
good measure, before letting him go.

Rufus crawled to his knees, shaking his head as if coming out of a
trance. His crotch was sticky, wet and uncomfortable. A wave of shame and
embarrassment flashed across his face as Thomas looked down on him and
sneered.

Rufus knew he'd been used like a cheap tramp. He'd been had and discarded
like a cheap black ho. Thomas had won this fight of both mind and body.

Rufus's mouth hung open, stupidly. He looked at the boy who towered over
him.

Rufus was disgusted with himself, and yet he knew he wanted more.