Big Fish
By: Pi-Zero
From an idea by BigMike100100

It was the first day of practice, and all the new freshman were here. They all thought they were hot shit of course, just out of high school where they were big fish in little ponds. Dan and Mike grinned at each other, as co-captains of the wrestling it was their job to take these kids down to size and prove that this was a much bigger pond. Some guys broke slower than others, but basically all of them broke by the end of the first practice.

Not so with this new kid, Matt. He was a hot shot out of Iowa somewhere, real cornfed farmboy. And, while they hated to admit it, he was good, real good. During practice he’d pretty much flattened most of the team’s competition in his weight class, though Mike thought when Scott got back from studying abroad in Germany that might change. But they didn’t have time to wait for that. There was no place for hot shots on this team, everyone had to know their place, and that was below the captains. Matt did not want to accept that, but he’d learn. Mike and Dan grinned at each other again, both their muscled bodies flexing, oh yeah Matt was going to meet the big fish in the BIG pond. “Hey frosh. Yeah, Matt or whatever the fuck your name is.” Mike loved bugging the freshman, especially when they thought they were hot shit, “You did pretty good out there today”

Matt puffed up like a rooster, his chest puffing out, well muscled but nothing spectacular, “Yeah I guess I did, pounded your teammates into the ground.”

Dan rolled his eyes, “Yeah well we’ve got a tradition with the best new frosh to come onto the team, so meet us here in the gym, tonight, eleven o’clock. Unless you don’t think you’re good enough.” He smiled, they had the kid hook line and sinker.

Matt grunted, “Oh I’ll be there. Just you be ready for me. “ Dan just laughed, “Whatever, kid.” And turned to leave, Mike with him. Matt knew that it was a trick, and the captains knew that he knew, but they also knew that he would come anyway, his pride wouldn’t allow any less.

It was 11:00 on the nose when Matt walked into the gym, just a few lights on so no one would see the glow from the outside. It was obvious the freshman was nervous, as he kept brushing at his tousled brown hair. He was surprised not to find a group of guys waiting to beat the shit out of something. Instead, Mike and Dan stepped out of the shadows, “You came, little fish.” Matt growled, “Fuck you. What the hell is this? Why am I here?”

Mike laughed, “You think you’re hot shit. You need to be shown your place, Dan’s going to do it.” Dan grinned, “Yeah, the only place for hot shit here is under Mike and my asses. Now get suited up and get on that mat.”

Matt started shucking his clothes, already suited in his singlet underneath, “What’s the loser get?”

Dan chuckled, “Isn’t it obvious? Hot shit get’s flushed!” He laughed uproariously at his own joke.

The two combatants stepped onto the mat, Mike would be the judge, and began to wrestle. Up and down, back and forth they fought, rolling and fighting, twisting and shoving. Matt was holding his own, but he was tiring swiftly, he was strong, but Dan was fucking huge, and seemingly tireless. Nothing Matt did could hold him for more than a second.

Not willing to give up, Matt fought harder. He was completely outclassed, that he knew, but he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. Maybe if he made a good enough showing of himself Mike and Dan wouldn’t be such assholes to him all the time.

Eventually, the inevitable came to be. Dan got Matt pinned in a hold that he couldn’t break. He squirmed and fought, but Dan wasn’t moving and he was completely exhausted. He collapsed back onto the matt, sweat dripping down his face, “Fuck. You win, Dan, you win.” Dan shifted his weight and Matt lay there, expecting Dan to stand up and get off. But Dan didn’t get off. Instead he reached back and pulled aside his singlet, revealing two huge, white, muscular orbs, a bead of sweat slowly running down the crack in between over a brown winking star.

Matt’s expression turned from one of frustrated discontent to shocked rage and disgust, “What the fuck? Get the hell of me you fucker. What are you going to MMMMmmmPPPHHH!” His eyes grew wide as Dan began to move back and he realized Dan intended to SIT ON HIS FACE BAREASS!

But there was nowhere to go. He was still pinned as he screamed out, watching those two flexing mounds descend as if in slow motion towards his face, to muffle his last protests. His body began to thrash about, trying to get out, trying to throw this disgusting bastard off him, but Dan was much too heavy and Matt was much too tired.

Dan just ground his ass back on Matt’s face, feeling the kid fighting for air under his sweaty reeking ass. He deliberately hadn’t showered after practice, so it was like an ass sauna under there, suffocating Matt. Dan grunted, high on the power of feeling the freshman squirm between his legs, “Hot shit? Nothin’ but smelly shit.”

Mike laughed, eyes wide, holding his stomach, “Fuck yeah, man! Show that fuckin’ frosh who’s the fuckin’ boss around here! Make him KISS that ass good, Dude!” He was doubled over, laughing his ass off.

Dan grinned at his co-captain and complied, grinding his ass down harder on Matt’s face, “Fuck yeah, little man, little SHIT. This ass OWNS you fucker!”

Matt went ape shit, screaming and swearing… if you’d been able to make out his words that is. His body strained, fighting to get Dan off him.

Dan for his part, was relishing the power of the whole situation. He had Matt pinned completely, he wasn’t going anywhere, and damn that felt good. He had complete and utter power, complete domination. Matt thought he was the big fish? Well Dan was the real big fish! He sat back on the kid’s head, his full weight bearing down on the smaller guy underneath him, feeling Matt’s nose pushing up into his asshole, grinding down forcing the kid’s nose in further. Suddenly Dan felt something deep in him crack, a slow fire suffusing his body, and he groaned, body spasming.

Dan suddenly realized something had changed. A second’s thought showed him what. He could feel Matt’s ears, not below his butt cheeks, but BETWEEN them! And that was… the mat under him? Holy shit… he had pushed down so hard, he’d managed to get the kids entire fucking face jammed up his stinking asshole!

Now most guys would have jumped up right then, disgusted, or at least freaked. But Dan was not most people, and this was not most situations. Dan was as high on power as if he’d been shooting drugs all day. Having this kid trapped and at the mercy of his ass was like crack piped directly into his veins. And Dan wasn’t about to stop it, no he wanted MORE. He ground his ass around Matt’s face, his massive ass flexing. Dan groaned hugely, head back and eyes closed as he feels the kid’s head slide entirely up into his clenching ass.

Matt went absolutely wild, his head now stuffed up Dan’s ass, rapidly using up what little fetid air was available. His body flopped and flailed to no avail. Dan moaned, now THIS was power! He was dominating this punk kid with nothing but his gorgeous, muscular ass! The kid thought he was hot shit, and now he was getting up close and personal with the hot, tight insides of a REAL wrestler’s butt! He’d show the little fucker what real power was! He lunged up into a squat, huge tree-trunk legs flexing, dragging Matt’s upper body with him, up into a sitting position, Dan’s asshole stretched like a brown choker around his neck.

Matt’s arms now free, he started to madly try to push Dan’s impossible ass off his head. Muffled shrieks could be heard through the thick muscles of Dan’s cheeks. Unfortunately for Matt, he can’t see, and Dan’s ass is slick with dripping sweat that gleams in the dim lights. His flailing hands connected with Dan’s butt and tried to shove, but slipped right off, and into Dan’s crack, his hands and part of his upper arms jamming roughly into Dan’s ass alongside his neck.

Dan roared, “AARGH!” feeling his asshole rudely stretched, and clenched his inner muscles, hard. But instead of pushing out this new intruder, the fire in Dan’s gut intensified as his inner muscles and ass grabbed Matt’s arms and pulled them and his shoulders roughly into that suffocating wrestler butt!

The strenuous and new exercise of unused muscles began to take it’s toll on Dan, and he started to suck air through his teeth. Mike, seeing his co-captain failing, jumped off the bench, wincing at the bend it created in his suddenly hard crotch. He got up in Mike’s face, grabbing his co-captain’s shoulders, “Fuckin’ DO it man! TAKE him! Waste that little fucker! You said you were gonna fuckin’ flush him, so turn him into the LITTLE SHIT he IS!”

Dan, too well trained to ignore Mike’s goading, groaned mightily, every muscle in his body working over time. The fire in his belly roared to an inferno as he roared, humping his hips to pull Matt in, to make him the shit he was. Dan’s dick was a hot steel rod along his leg, pulsing with each flex and thrust.

He could feel his muscles straining to the breaking point as the kid struggled for his life, fighting for all he was worth, his not insubstantial muscles fighting Dan’s as he was drawn further and further toward his doom.

But Mike was there, forcing him on, goading him, as hard as Dan himself, “Come ON you fucking pansy! You gonna fucking let some pussy assed rookie beat you? He isn’t fucking WORTHY to be your shit and you’re gonna let him win? GET THAT ASS MOVING!!!”

So Dan did. He squeezed his glutes, grinding them down over Matt’s squirming body, pulling in the kid’s ass, smothering the dick he was SO proud of in a REAL man, REAL wrestler’s ass! He pumped his glutes, squeezing and flexing the massive mounds of muscle, shining with sweat.

Matt’s legs were all that was left outside Dan’s body now. They kicked and flailed uselessly, there was nothing to grip on, and no one interested in saving him.

Dan laughed, grabbing his own dick and pulling it out of his singlet, huge and hot in his hand. He began to hump his fist as he pulled Matt into his ass. FLEX the kid’s meaty thighs vanished between Dan’s. SQUEEZE, Mat’s squirming ankles and feet were all that were left.

“Fuck fuck FUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCK!” Dan’s body went ramrod straight, his mighty glutes clenching. Matt’s wildly wiggling feet were squashed between Dan’s cheeks and into the tight, stinking manhole beyond. His entire body was now crammed in the hot, reeking, crushing darkness of the wrestling captain’s ass. He squirmed uselessly, and Dan exploded. Huge ropes of hot white jizz sprayed everywhere, covering Dan’s chest and stomach in the thich smell of his own masculinity.

Mike ran his hand over Dan’s incredible ass that had just swallowed a man whole, his own dick rock hard in his shorts, “DAMN man! You fuckin’ DID it! You rock SO hardcore! You fuckin’ feel him in there? Squirming for his pathetic little life? Damn, you even made ME hard!”

Dan laughed, relaxing in the bliss of a job completed, “Fuck yeah. But he’s fuckin’ MINE now. He thought he was hot shit… well guess what, NOW he’s a big fuckin’ load of hot shit!” He grunted and let out a colossal fart that echoed rudely in the empty gym. “That’s right, ain’t NO one who fuckin’ messes with me… or they get flushed.” He looked over at Mike, “You better get home and take care of that bud!” Mike grinned, “Yeah, see you tomorrow at practice man.”

Practice began the next day as usual, and the Coach asked if anyone knew where Matt was. Dan laughed roughly, “Eh, he was shit. He probably got flushed!” Mike grinned at him, surreptitiously readjusting himself. Coach quickly forgot Matt, Dan was totally wild that day, smashing guys in seconds.

The End