The Wrestler's Pig - Part 1 (Patreon)

All characters are 18+

This story contains humiliation, kink, rough, and piss. 

He didn't have to say anything. He didn't even have to do anything. The sight of Colton Griffiths alone was enough to prove his dominance. Perhaps other people weren't as aware of it as I was, but I knew an alpha male when I saw one, and Colton was the epitome of alpha male.

Naturally enough, the eighteen-year-old was a wrestler, but he wasn't made of solid muscle like some of the other meat heads on the team, and that's one of the things that was so oddly fascinating about him. He was quite slender, though his biceps were thick, and even under the nylon singlet, his abs could be counted. That wasn't all that was visible under the wrestling outfit, and the most obvious part of his perfect body was the plump bulge of his magnificent manhood.

Some people believed that the handsome young man purposely opted not to wear underwear underneath. Maybe it was a tactic to win his fights, or maybe he just liked to show off the snake that lurked beneath. Either way, not many people complained about it.

He wasn't particularly tall, either, which was strange considering that even at the tender age of eighteen, he was the most manly person I had ever known. He stood slightly shorter than six foot, though his thick crown of golden hair probably added a little. It hung in a curve over his perfect face, flicked to the side as though it had been windswept. Christ, he was stunning.

I didn't even like wrestling, but spending thirty minutes watching Colton fucking Griffiths clambering around with another man, pulling the material away from his sweaty junk, and showboating after a win, was nothing short of mesmerising.

So how does a nerdy student who has never even had the balls to make eye contact with Colton, ever get close enough to him to even get a whiff of his sweat? Well, like the good little submissive boy that I was, I did the only thing I knew how.

The changing rooms weren't a place for people like me. I was shy, modest and certainly not interested in any sport that required physical contact, so when I crept down the tiled stairs as the wrestling tournament raged above, I did so with a lump in my throat.

The air was heavy with the stench of teenage boys. I could almost taste the sweat as I scurried around like a timid mouse in search of food. One sniff, that's all I wanted, and I'd become obsessed with getting it for weeks. I imagined myself doing it hundreds of times. Finding a pair of his heavily worn underwear, perhaps stained with the excitement of a dirty fantasy of his, and inhaling the powerful aroma deep into my lungs.

I pushed through the door of the place I knew he'd been. They all changed in that little room. What a lucky bunch of guys. It was a mess, but I guess that was to be expected considering that they were a bunch of eighteen and nineteen year old guys.

T-shirts, trousers, socks, shoes, and underwear lay strewn across the floor. Open bags, towels and water bottles were also mixed in, but it was the red and black sports bag that I had eyes for. It was his bag, and would certainly contain his items. I stole another glance back up the empty corridor and submerged myself in the chaos of the changing room.

It was a terrible invasion of privacy, but I couldn't help it. I ruffled through his bag, pushing aside the bottles of deodorant and half finished protein shake, until I found it, bunched up near the bottom, just waiting for me to retrieve it.

A single pair of black briefs. An interesting choice of underwear for a young man of his age, though Colton could have worn a fucking diaper and made it look sexy. I grabbed it in my hand, enjoying even the feel of the fabric, and unfolded them.

My heart raced in my chest as the snail trail of pre-cum appeared in the crotch. It was like I'd discovered a gold mine, and all I could do was gawp at it for a moment until I ran my finger across the mess and felt the cool wetness slip across my skin. I sucked it into my mouth and instantly became hard.

"Thank you, god" I said into the air and buried my face in them.

It was no shock that they were heavy with the stench of sweat and musk. By the aroma alone, I knew that the young man most certainly had a delicious cock. I imagined it curled along the lining of his briefs, bulging and drooling his precious fluids into the fabric. I sucked on the stains, tasting the saltiness from it and squeezing my cock through my pants. This was likely to be the best moment of my life.

The crowd howled up above, which meant that a new match had started. I was in no hurry, and continued huffing away as I slid my hand inside my underwear and began to slowly pump my rod. It didn't take much. I pictured him again, and all the things I wanted him to do to me. I imagined him using me in the most depraved ways, perhaps sharing me with his friends, and all the while, I continued to fill my lungs with his intoxicating stench.

My pants fell down, and as they did, the most explosive orgasm I'd ever felt began to burn through me life wildfire. I poured onto the tiles, squirted strings of sperm onto his bag, moaned into his briefs and finally, my balls were empty and I gasped breathlessly. Holy fucking shit, that had been everything I had wanted it to be, and more.

I looked down at the underwear which was now damp with saliva. The stains were gone, cleansed by my hungry tongue. Even the knowledge that Colton Griffiths' pre-cum now lingered somewhere in my body made the post-nut clarity even easier.

Reluctantly, I stuffed them back into the bottom of his bag and reached down to pull up my pants. My soft, wet cock continued to drip, but I'd clean myself up later. For now, all I had to do was get out of there.

"You can stay like that" a voice came, and through my legs, I stared wide eyed at Colton Griffiths.

"In fact" he added, walking slowly toward me as every bone in my body began to rattle, "you can strip out of them clothes completely, because I'm about to fuck... You... Up".