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I've found a new rolling buddy. His name is Ben, and he's eighteen years old, strong and fast and eager to learn. He's about my height, with hazel eyes and close-cropped hair and a slim, responsive, supple body. Recently, I've been coaching him in standing sweeps.

Tonight, I taught him the ground game.

And all the rest.

He was on me right from the second I called ‘start’, hands and feet scrabbling for purchase...

I turned turtle on him, giving him a chance to beat me, letting him climb up my back like some grappling mountaineer. He continued to attack; I continued to wait, gauging his movements, learning his strategy, delaying my counterstrike until he almost had his hooks in -

And then spun round, pulling him between my legs, my hands snaking slowly upwards to slide across his throat, my fingers thrusting deep into his collar, very nearly meeting at the back of his neck. He resisted, made a small sound, pulled away from me. I drew him closer, sinking my elbows, lowering his head, my strong legs wrapping tight around his torso, my rapidly swelling organ pressing hard against his crotch.

Ben's breath came fast as I applied the front collar choke, his dark eyes widening as the move took effect. He tapped, and I relented.

'You all right?' I asked.

He nodded; smiled. 'Yeah. Sure. You're really good.'

'So're you. Try again?'

'Yep.'

'Okay, then...'

We began with a face-off this time. He approached me, more cautious now, more wary. So I attacked first, hands plunging hard into his kimono jacket, undoing it to reveal the smooth tanned skin beneath. I towed him into my guard again, watching his stunned, incredulous expression as he once more fell into my unrelenting snare -

And blinked as he squirmed out of it, hopping over my legs and attempting a speedy headlock. I reacted instantly, moving as he moved, twisting my body till I was riding him from behind. My legs instinctively entwined themselves round his as my right hand slipped beneath his chin and into the collar opposite. I straightened out, my limbs controlling him like anchors, drawing his body taut as a bow, and grunted as my swollen erection slid against his ass.

Ben made the small, plaintive sound again, almost as if by way of encouragement, and I responded, my right hand grasping my own left bicep, my left hand pressing solidly against the back of Ben’s head, forcing it forwards, onto the choke, into oblivion...

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I activated the technique fully, felt his body shudder against me - resisting, always resisting - increased the pressure, felt his fingers tap my neck -

And let go.

He rolled away; rolled back. Grinned.

'Twice,' he said.

'Afraid so.'

'I can beat you, you know.'

'Sure you can; all you need is a little more practice.'

'One last try, then.'

'One last try -'

He was on top of me before I finished speaking, driving straight into my guard, not caring about my legs anymore, not caring about anything as he tried to secure a choke, a lock, a pin - whatever. Ben sank his hips against mine, his bodyweight full against me, weighing me down, unintentionally caressing my tumescence with each and every movement. I gasped, disguising my pleasure as exertion alone, and threw my arms around his neck, simultaneously prising my foot against his knee. I rolled him over, onto his back, straddling his torso, holding him tight in an intimate mount. He moaned, knowing it was truly over this time, but struggled hard anyhow as I parceled up his body, my legs around his thighs, my arms about his head, slowly enfolding my captive till his efforts all were muffled, unable to breathe, unable to move, utterly helpless, utterly mine, a slave to the sexual, sensual power of Brazilian jiu-jitsu.
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I assured myself of victory by yanking Ben's forearm out to one side for a classic Americana keylock, sighing with relief and satisfaction as my aching loins settled themselves against his own. We struggled in silence, then, the sound of our breathing making my cock grow even harder, our sweat-slicked chests sliding one against the other, our bodies now locked in a perfect, pristine union, forever and always.

The moment came for me to tap him out, but I stalled, relishing my mastery over him, feeling intoxicated by this total control. Having him like this felt so overwhelmingly good, so undeniably right. My pelvis began to grind into his, slowly, carefully...


'Time's up,' called the instructor, signaling an end to my conquest, to my pleasure. 'Go change partners -'

I relinquished my hold, accepting the inevitable, acknowledging that - on this occasion - my hunger for Ben would not be fully satisfied. I rolled off his stomach, already missing its presence beneath me, and ruffled his hair as he retied his belt.

'Good practice,' I said.

He smiled; licked his lips. 'Uh-huh. Do it again sometime?'

'Definitely.'

'Great - I'm gonna beat you, you know.'

'So you've said.'

'I mean it. I'm gonna tie you up, and choke you out, and you’ll be, like, just begging for mercy -'

I shrugged. 'Okay, then.' Pause. 'It's a date.'

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