The Third Arabian Night

At LAST! It was finally Friday, the second holiest day of the week, the day were sparks fly and anything happens. But technically, since it was summer at the time, everyday was a free day, but Friday still had it's uses, it was always the planned day were people go to the clubs, the movies, or... the gym.

The Third Arabian night began on the evening of a Thursday night. Joe had slept over my house to plan out what we'd do for Friday night, our Day of Sex, is what we called it, where we'd spend the whole day together, and end the night in bed. But sadly, nothing went down in my room that Thursday, since my parents and sister are home all the time. Of course we kissed, and hugged and talking about hot things, but that was it. We never had the same privacy we had at Joe's house since his mom worked at night. For my house, people would pop in to check on us, see how we were doing, or pop in to say "hi", which really pissed us off. So we just spent the night talking about the next day, and this is how it went...

It was 12 o'clock and Joe and I were watching random TV shows, that really meant nothing to us, the TV was only on to drown out the sounds of our conversation...
"Okay, so what are we going to do tomorrow?" Joe began.
"Well, we need something new to do, what did we do last week?" I asked.
"We met that really hot Marko guy remember?" The week before that, Joe and I went to a gay strip club and met a cute Greek boy and had an unforgettable three-way.
"Oh yeah, that was definitely a night to remember."
"Yeah, that's because you had two dicks in your mouth at the same time."
I sneered at Joe an hit him on the head with my pillow.
Joe shook his head and stared me in the face. Of course just like any normal antelope in the meadow, I knew I was about to be pounced on, but of course, I knew I'd enjoy what was coming to me.
Joe leaped up off the floor and jumped on my bed and got me in a headlock. We were shirtless so I felt his body on my back and his perfect arms tightly wrapped around my head.
"Say you're sorry!" Joe demanded.
With my eyes sealed, I felt around for something, and found a picture frame that sat on my nightstand and hit him on the head with it. He let go and I set the picture frame down. I wrapped my arm around his biceps and locked my fingers behind his neck, and got him into what is known as the "full nelson", and tightly wrapped my legs around his body. There he sat, completely submitted to me, I figured I'd have some fun with it.
"Say Grandma," I said exploding with laughter.
"Grandma!" Joe repeated.
"Say uncle"
"UNCLE!!"
"Now say... Tony I'm your bitch."
Joe refused to repeat and I felt his arms beginning to gain strength, as he broke out of my lock and stared at me, free from my grasp.

Joe glared at me, I saw vengeance in his eyes. Of course, this time, in stead of being an antelope waiting for my demise, I ran to the corner to try to find an escape. Joe got up from the bed, he looked pretty tense! I was trapped by my own walls. and Joe easily caught me. He threw me on the ground as I begged for mercy.
"Joe! Take a joke, I was just kidding!"
Joe jumped on me and did some strange wrestling maneuver and somehow got his legs wrapped around my head in a Figure-4-Head Scissors. Now I was under his grasp, his thick calves were building pressure on my face, and my head rested on his bulge. I tried to let myself free, but he was too strong.

"What now huh? What now!" Joe said, he lightly snacked my exposed face.
"Joe I'm sorry! Let me go!" I begged.
"Say grandma."
"Grandma, Uncle, Joey I'm your bitch! Now let me go!"
Joe laughed and built more pressure on my head, "Say Joey I'm your personal sex slave."
"Joey I'm your personal sex slave!" I repeated out of desperation.
"Now say... Joey your penis is my master."
"Your penis is my master! Let me go!"
Finally, Joe released me and I rubbed my neck. He stood there laughing at my misfortune and I pushed him back.

"Fucking asshole! you're lucky my parents are downstairs, otherwise I would have messed you up!"
"Whatever man, I just made you tap out like a bitch!" Joe laughed.
"That was just because we were making too much noise and I didn't wanna bring anyone up here!"
"Tony, are you trying to say that you can beat me in a wrestling match?" Joe asked with a confidant look on his face.
"I'm not trying."
Joe raised his eyebrow and stared me down, "You better watch what flies out of your mouth, kid."
"Joe, it's obvious that I can beat you, I have the speed and the technique on my side, all you have is extra strength."
"...is that a challenge?"
"No, this is. Joe, I challenge you to a one-on-one wrestling match at the the gym tomorrow, and if I win, I am entitled to one free night where I am the top and you are the bottom, I get to fuck you for as long as I want, and you have to take it... for as long as I want."
Joe thought for a second and said, "Fine, but if I win, then your punishment is to fulfill my ultimate fantasy."
"and what's that?" I asked.
"Oh you'll find out if I win," Joe explained.
"come on, just tell me."
"No no no, I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, and believe me, you will be stunned!"

*****

I slept easily that night and woke up to the TV blaring annoying Arabic politics that morning. I looked over my bed and saw Joe with his eyes wide open, just as pissed off as I was. We tried to get back to sleep, and it almost worked until the vacuum cleaner started. We exchanged glances once again and started laughing. He knew that was the kind of shit I always had to go through. I looked my clock and saw 10:30. I thought, Wow, what a waste of 2 hours of perfectly good sleep.

I sat up on the bed and rubbed my eyes. Joe sat up and pulled me down on the floor with him.
He put his arm around me and hugged me, "Good morning baby," he kissed my forehead and I snuggled my head in his chest.
We lay there for about five minutes caressing each other until we heard the vacuum turn off. It was a sign for us to get off each other, because chances were that my mom would vacuum the upstairs.

I got up and let out a good stretch and got a shirt and basketball shorts on. He did as well. We went to the bathroom to brush our teeth and all that good stuff. this was, believe it or not, one of my favorite times of day to spend with him, because we'd always play around like mimic each other's brushing moves, which would lead to a lot of laughing and fooling around, just wanted to throw that out there.

After we ate breakfast, it was time to get down to business. We went into the study room and sat down on the couch.
"Okay, so how is this gonna go down?" I started.
"Well, we're going to go to the gym, shower off a little to get all the dried sweat off of us, dry off, and get into the ring." He answered.
"Okay, how are we gonna dress?"
"Pair of speedo briefs is all you need. " Joe said as he smiled.
I told him that I'd need to borrow a pair and he accepted
Thus, it was settled, the two of us got dressed and headed out the house and into my car. We quickly drove down the block to his house and I waited for him to get the stuff.

He stayed in there for a while and I was beginning to wonder what was taking him so long. At last, after about five minutes, he came with a gym bag and hopped in the front seat.
"Sorry about that, I have to throw everything in here before leaving, and I had to explain to my mom where I was going," Joe explained.
I decided to leave it at that and drove off.

The car ride didn't take too long, the gym was rather close to our houses, but not much would have happened in the car anyway.

When we walked inside it was kind of empty except for the usual people who came by every so often. We greeted some of our friends, had some conversations and quickly ran off into the locker room. There were two or three guys in the room, getting ready for a workout. Joe and I still had to clean ourselves off before getting our match on. So we took out our own towels, threw our bags in the locker, and stripped down. We came down to our underwear and started to slow down. We looked at each other waiting for the other to take off their underwear.I stood with my hands at my sides smiling.

"Well?" Joe asked.
"After you," I insisted.
"Quit fuckin' around, take 'em off."
I paused for a second, "Okay, rock, paper, scissors."
Joe rolled his eyes and leaped at me. He took me up against the locker, and started pulling down my underwear.
"Hey! cut it out!" I cried out slightly laughing.
Joe still held onto my underwear and pulled it down with my arm pinned to the locker.
"Okay! Okay! Get off, I wanna save my energy for when I beat your ass in the ring," I pushed him off and removed my boxers.
Joe shook his head and smiled, "why the fuck do always want me to strip down first, it's always ladies first." Joe had a history of always teasing me, calling me a fairy, or a queen, or princess.
"You're all talk you dumb A-rab, just fuckin' wait, now give me your underwear," I demanded.
Joe took his underwear off and threw it at my face. I took it off my head laughing, and put our stuff in the locker and locked it up.

We walked over to the shower together. I looked around to make sure nobody was looking, and grabbed his smooth, sexy ass. Joe put his arm around my waist, "don't think this will get you out of the match."
"Well don't weasel your way out of it either."

We reached the shower and shared the same shower head. Normally we would feel each other up, and play around, but some jackass came into the shower and stared at us. Oh well, we'll be all over each other in a moment anyway. I cleaned out all the dried sweat, from my body, and when we finished we went back to our section of the locker room. We dried ourselves off having mindless conversation, and we started to get dressed.

I had on these silver speedos that complemented my bulge quite well, and he had on dark red lycra speedos (super hot!) red was clearly the best color for him that complemented his skin color. We put on a pair of shoes, got our towels and water bottles, and head on out to the wrestling area. We had to walk through all the weight equipment rooms, I just ignored the people in there, I don't know if they were looking or not.

At the far end of the gym, there was a room where we had to spread out mats and get it on. Joe and I did so, making a large square of mats, removed our shoes and had our selves a showdown.
"This is your last chance to forfeit and declare me the winner Tony," Joe offered.
I ignored his comment, not only because I wanted to prove to him, that I'm just as good a wrestler as he is, but I also couldn't think of any good comebacks.

The match began. We both started circling each other on the mat and held out arms out slightly. He was quickening up, and faking me, he kept on trying to scare me, and smack my head. Right then, I got fed up and ran for it, and he immediately dodged my attack and grabbed my arm and tripped me down. He got me in an arm lock position, with my arm wrapped between his legs which were pressing on my body. I lay there in pain until I rolled over and and got him into a pin. It hurt my arm pretty bad, good thing he didn't know that, and he let go.

I got up held my arm, and he immediately attacked my legs, tripping me and flipping me over and getting one of my legs into a Boston Crab. I built pressure on my leg and forced him to fall over on his stomach. I immediately took this as an opportunity to gain control. I jumped right on his back and grabbed his chin and pulled his upper body back, into a Camel Clutch. However, he was to smart about it and lifted up his back before I could get him locked in. He threw me off and jumped on me. I lifted up my leg and tried to hook it around his head, but instead, he countered it and got me into a pin, thankfully, it was submission wrestling only, but he was building pressure around my back.

After a while I wrapped my hands around his sides and locked them on his abs. I pulled him off of me and got him into a backbreaker submission on my knee. His back was laying on one of my knees and I pushed down in his legs and head. I was finally in control of the match, but only for a little while since he knew a counter for almost every move. He locked my arm in between his legs and took a hold of my other arm and rolled me over. Both of us were free from each other's grasp.

We continued wrestling for about ten minutes just getting into simple headlocks, when all went wrong. I saw that he was going to get me into a pin submission which I could easily get out of, but instead, with his one leg over my body, and the other behind, he moves down to my sides, and wrapped my midsection around in his legs with his knees CRUSHING my sides, and his feet tightly hooked together. Just then, I thought I was going to explode. It hurt SO BAD! I couldn't take it after the first four seconds, it felt like he was crushing my bones!

"OKAY OKAY JOE I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!" I screamed out.
"I don't believe you, beg for mercy!" Joe commanded.
"JOE I'M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE! MERCY!"
Joe just tightened his grip.
"JOE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU WIN! MERCY!" I begged once again.
After that, Joe laughed and released me from his hold. He beat me and I would have to fulfill my end of the bargain.

After he let me go I fell back and held my sides, the pain had gone as soon as he let me go, but I was so disappointed in my self. that matched just proved he was stronger than me, and he could dominate me whenever he wanted. I was sweaty and tired, and Joe didn't help out at all. Instead, he just sat on my neck, both legs on one side and there he was, all high and mighty, smiling at my defeat. I really just wanted to kill him right there, he was never so cocky and arrogant to me at all, but today, he just wanted to prove that he was my leader.

"Say it," Joe demanded.
"Say what," I was panting, beaten, and too weak to even blink.
"Say: Joey Campbell is the strongest, suavest, sexiest Arab known to mankind, and I am his personal bitch."
Joe was going overboard, I was too beat to lose it. After all, he did prove his point.
"Go on, say it," he demanded once more.
I repeated his line.
"That's a good boy," Joe said taunting me. He then lifted up my head with one of my hands and slightly pushed it onto his crotch. I felt my face push on the bulge as it got bigger and harder. I didn't have enough willpower to push him back, so I just took it. He started moving his crotch around and pushing it more into my face, "you feel that? That is your master."

Finally, I was saved by an audience. Joe looked up to two boys who were nodding in approval. He got up off me and they walked over to us. I managed to sit up on my legs with my hands at my sides, covered in anger and shame. My anger however was swept away by the sight of two damn good-looking Latino boys standing right over me. Three pairs of legs were right into front of me as the two Latino boys introduced themselves.

"Hi, I'm Xavier and this is Julio, we look around for guys and girls who would be interested in wrestling in our club." Xavier explained.
"We run a business with two other friends and like to videotape wrestling matches between two to six talented men, and you two just put on a great show!" Julio complemented.
Joe and I exchanged glances. Julio got more in-depth of what he wanted us to do, he pretty much said that he wanted to video tape us wrestling. I looked at Joe and he looked at me.

"We're not really into the whole videotaping thing guys," Joe explained.
"Oh don't worry, it's for our own personal hobby, we don't flash it to the world and we can sign a contract." Julio said.
Joe and I exchanged glances once more, "what do you think?" Joe asked me.
"I don't care, it's up to you," I replied.
"Alright, we'll do it," Joe agreed to Xavier and Julio's offer.
"Great! We'll write you the address, be at this house by 9:00 tonight, you don't need to bring anything," Julio wrote down an address on a slip of paper and gave it to Joe, "we'll see you their."
We said our goodbyes and Joe and I headed into the shower. Joe washed all the sweat off himself, I washed away all the shame.