Todd looked at me from his corner, back on his knees and still in his Speedos (which I needed to remove this round) and I nodded that I was ready. Once again, he said "ding! Ding!" and we moved towards each other.
Initially, we lunged for each other's shoulders but I was hoping to feign him out and (surprisingly) it worked. As his hands went up I dropped mine downward, wrapped them around his mid-section and pushed against his chest with my shoulder. Had I ever thought about playing football I might have made a great linebacker. I forced my body against him, pushing backward as his legs stretched out in front of him until, finally, he was flat on his back.
I quickly straddled his chest, grabbing his wrists and stretching them up over his head. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his and we locked up in another intense kissing battle. We kissed rough and out tongues fought each other valiantly. He pulled back, grabbing my lower lip with his teeth and stretching it. I moaned and pressed my lips hard into his mouth, my upper lip gliding over his thick mustache.
It was time to take control of this match. I pulled my head back and slid my body down, my exposed cock rubbing alongside his, still trapped inside his Speedos. My head moved down to his chest and my mouth opened and clamped around his left nipple.
"Oh, shit," he muttered, his body giving a tremble of pleasure as I began to suck on his tit. We had, mistakenly, confided to each other during our correspondence that our nipples were sensitive ... and I knew taking advantage of it against him would make me vulnerable to an assault on my own if I gave him the chance. I sucked his nipple, my lips pulling on it, stretching it, while his body writhed beneath me.
"Shit!" he said much louder this time, then let out a long moan of pleasure. I sucked on his ever-growing tit, getting swollen and more sensitive as my mouth worked it without pity. I closed my teeth around his nipple and began to squeeze as he lifted both of us off the mattress, arching his back and screaming "fuck, no!"
The rules were that we could try to escape a sexual hold, but weren't allowed to do anything to force our way out (hair-pulling, kicking, punching). Todd was under my control as long as I could keep him secure beneath me with his nipple in my mouth.
Eventually, I could sense his poor left nip either growing numb from my attack or simply losing interest in it. I leaned up and slowly moved my head over to his right nipple while he shook his head and begged "no! Please, no!" but, unfortunately, I wasn't listening.
His right nipple was even more sensitive than his left - either a result of his internal wiring or because it had grown jealous of the left nipple being worked over and was more than prepared for its turn. Todd moaned louder than before, rolled his body left and right trying to release himself from beneath me but I had him secured and wasn't letting him go anywhere anytime soon.
When I was convinced he was sufficiently weakened by my assault on his nips I leaned on my knees between his legs. I reached down, releasing his arms and allowing them to slowly return to his sides, grabbed his Speedos at the waistband and yanked them down to his knees, lifting his legs to get them down his calves, and then snapped them off his feet and tossed them to the side of the ring.
