I stared at my son David. He was oiling up with our opponents, and god he looked amazing. Time had been more than kind to me, but my child—who, having just turned 20, was exactly half my age—was exceptional. He shared my 6'3 height, as well as my muscled frame. Years of tennis, weights, and wrestling practice had helped him along, and I couldn't have been more proud of his progress.
We had similarly sharp, handsome faces, but his wavy hair was slate compared to my sun-kissed mop. Otherwise, we both had light honey coloring, and could have passed for the same man at different stages in life.
We had a very special bond, for David had always been my mini-me. And when he came of age to wrestle for stakes, our bond had strengthened, because I was finally able to share the responsibility of defending our house's honor with him.
I let him watch and study, and eventually participate in, my encounters. There, I taught him how to conquer other men. How to dominate them, as well as pleasure them into submission.
While many fathers of great houses "trained" their sons and apprentices by breeding them regularly, I had done so only minimally—I started with the standard toys, in order to show David what it was like to have his ass invaded, and only moved on to breeding him when I felt he was ready to resist and overpower the pleasure.
But, aside from instructing him in technique, I had never had cause to breed him. He had always been good, and did not require the "discipline" that so many of my peers enjoyed dispensing to their sons and apprentices. I thought it was a bad idea anyway. I wanted to raise my son to dominate and fuck, not crave defeat. He would inherit my position in the Global Wrestling Union after all, so if he was to command any sort of respect there, he would need to be an alpha.
My thoughts were broken when Maksem, the older of our two opponents, stalked over to me, looking grim. "It's not too late, Laurent. Surrender your vote, and we can stop the match—you and David can save face."
Maksem was my equal in the Global Wrestling Union. We both came from good houses, so we both served as senators, voting on, and wrestling for, global policy and power. He was older than me, but still very much in his prime. He also had more wins than any other active senator, including me.
He had made me submit to his cock once before, and I did not cherish the memory. Now, he thought he could command my vote! I angered him though, for he wanted me to sponsor legislation that I did not agree with, so I did not. And here we were: Maksem challenging me for the stakes of my support.
In addition to this, Maksem's apprentice (and heir) Hugo had also challenged David for sex-stakes of honor because of my refusal. The net result was for the GWU to combine our two matches in order to decide both stakes at once. If David and I won, my vote would stand, and Hugo's ass would be forfeit. If we lost however... well, I would have to vote in favor of Maksem, and David would have his first major taste of defeat, and in front of everyone no less. As his father, I was not about about to let that happen, but nor was I going to yield to Maksem.
"No deal," I told him. "We're going to settle this in the ring."
Maksem glowered at me. He cut an impressive figure, and was doing his best to intimidate me with it. I was not scared though. He was my height, and only held the advantage of weight, for he carried more roundness on his belly than me. Still, I could take him. Our last match had been close. This time, I would win.
But this match wasn't only between Maksem and I. David had to wrestle too, and Hugo had more experience than him.
I was worried, and Maksem saw it. He smirked. And despite looking gruff in comparison to my smiles, the expression suited him—it sat well on his milky skin; contrasting with his striking bald head and pointed beard. "Fine. Have it your way. But just know this: I'm going to make Hugo cede his right to fuck David when we win. I will fuck him, and I am going to make you watch as I show your son how a real man does it. You still remember right? From when I fucked your hole ragged after our last disagreement."
"Everything alright, sir?" Hugo asked, walking over with my son in toe. He was older than David, but not by much. Maksem had adopted him into his household as his heir because he was stunning, and was also very, very good at wrestling. In fact, I had even asked him to help train David for a time, and there had been a growing rivalry between them ever since, especially after my loss to Maksem.
"It's nothing that won't be settled in the ring, my boy," I offered to him mildly. "Everyone ready?"
Maksem nodded. We were all changed into our matching rubber jocks—Maksem and Hugo wearing black, and David and I wearing white—and oiled up.
The match would begin when we took our spots in the ring. It was a simple match, with an audience of GWU members to verify the results. Best of three. Maksem and I would start, and then the second round would be between David and Hugo. If the score was even after two rounds, then Maksem and I would wrestle again.
"Come here," I told David as our opponents walked away to their corner of the ring.
"Yeah, dad?" he asked.
I pulled him close and cupped his butt. Like mine, it was a well-toned bubble, ample and round. Sure, neither of us had quite as gargantuan an ass as Maksem, but what David did have was very enticing, and many wrestlers would come gunning for it, "Protect this, son."
He laughed, and playfully goosed me, "you too, dad,"
"I'm serious! Hugo is dangerous. He doesn't have much more muscle than you, but he has more experience. And he wants to beat you in order to prove himself to Maksem. Don't give him a chance to bring you down."
David's golden eyes grew distant, but he still held himself with confidence. "Never! I learned from the best!" It made me proud hearing that, so I strolled off to meet Maksem at the center of the ring. Ready to kick ass, and take my revenge.
The crowd cheered when Maksem and I stood face to face. They wanted to see some wrestling... as well as some fucking. Neither of us said anything. We were resigned to this, and both of us wanted to win. He knew it, and I knew it. I wanted to show him up, and he wanted to put me in my place.
Ding! Ding! Ding! The match had begun!
I did not move my eyes from Maksem. We paced across from one another, ready to attack. Neither of us could afford to be sloppy, so I only half heard David cheering out encouragement, "You can do it, dad!"
That's when Maksem made his move! He was fast, but I was right there alongside him, and we met in a grapple, testing our strength. I felt power in his arms—he was not pulling any punches. He meant business. He wanted me down and out. I admired that.
We pushed and pulled at one another, testing for weaknesses. Despite my best efforts, Maksem won this initial test of strength, and broke my stance. "Got you!" he roared.
Maksem pulled me into a headlock. His forearm was pressed tightly against my face, and before too long I was stuck squarely in his grip. "Awww!" I shouted. He ramped up the pressure in response to my protests.
"Get him, sir!" Hugo cheered.
I shouldn't have focused on Hugo's words, for Maksem pressed his advantage and twisted, hip tossing me down to the mat. I forecasted the move though, and managed to use the momentum of the throw, as well as the slick of the oil, to escape his grip.
We both rolled away and stood up. The fight was on, and Maksem had landed the first blow. I heard the crowd chanting his name, but I ignored it—I had to win this round for David.
