Submission Hold
--COMMENTS PLEASE!-- Submissive Hold by theonehowl Jeff took his time watching the bustling groups of athletes. His eyes soaked in the hard lines that made detail out of the solid abs, stone pecs, bolder biceps, and pairs of legs to match the arms. A whole high school gymnasium full of muscular, slim, tall, and short furs, but Justin's gaze mostly stayed on one in particular. He wanted this one, most of all. The young horse sat complacently on the bleachers as the few sports teams shared the gym for their practices. The basketball team shot hoops at one end, while the wrestling team practiced on the other by holding, gripping, and groping each other with all their might... all the while dressed in impressively small sized uniforms. Jeff was closest to the wrestling team, since that's where his favorite was. A certain lion, lead athlete for the school and team leader of the wrestling team, caught the his attention before he transferred to this school. Now the senior year signaled an end coming, and Jeff knew he would miss his chance if he didn't take action soon. Today felt like the day. Of course, the whole school could tell Sam, the lion, was in fact straight. There were mild rumors of his exploits in masculinity, especially his treatment to geeks and flaunting homosexuals. Most of the worst things were said to be made up for his image's sake. Nothing really got out of his circle of close friends, who were all on the team. Also, in reference to Sam's sexuality, almost every cheer leader had slept with him. Many of them frequented his bed a second time, or more, every month, year round almost. The hottest girl at school was on official dating terms with him, and she let him do whatever he liked to her. That's what everybody said, at least. Now, Jeff waited patiently on the sidelines, thinking about dreams coming true this day. His text book sat open, unused in his lap like it always did. It was part of the act whenever he wanted to get a good eyeful of males in the gymnasium. He ran track during this time, so using the excuse to come inside and cool down remained a perfect one. The running team wasn't that big a deal, either; so it made it much easier to get away from it. It helped that Jeff was already in top form himself. There was no need to even practice. It was difficult to see since his shorts were so baggy and shirt stretched almost to his knees, to make up for the thickening of his maleness from watching so many hunks; his body was cut to a thin trim. He only stood at 5'9", but all that muscle added up to a hunk trophy of a runner. He still wasn't anywhere near as muscular as Sam, which made most of the appeal for him. A large killer whale dressed in wrestler's uniform slapped Sam's arm to get his attention before he pointed at Jeff. The young stallion was watching at the very moment. Then, the orca said something while Jeff watched. He ducted his head down at the text book, trying to be careful not to give himself away too much. Although, today he didn't have to be that careful. Things were going to change once he finished with his plan. The text book started to become less interesting, so Jeff decided to brave a look. Sam and the orca were watching the whole time and caught his peaking eyes. The horse looked back down quickly, baiting the beefy feline into thinking he was being watched by a curious homosexual. A few moments passed. Jeff continued starring at his unused textbook. He grew more curious, and his eyes began to rise up. They caught sight of toned legs, merely two yards away. Those legs led up to a pair of blue shorts that were stretched over flexed thighs, a jock strap-covered bulge sitting between them. His eyes lingered on the perfection of his lust's desire for a moment. "You liking the view of my junk, Jeff?" Surprisingly, Sam actually knew and referred to the horse by his correct name. The question he asked didn't sound like Jeff should say "yes" to it. Even though, he really was liking the view of Sam's junk. He looked all the way up the rest of the sculpted, bursting muscular body to look Sam in the eyes. "It kind of blocked the view..." was Jeff's meek reply. "Oh, so you're trying to look at Max's dick? I don't recall him liking the last fagot that checked him out." Max did have a pleasant sized dick that pushed the center of his shorts out substantially, but the wolf was too short and scrawny for his taste. Again, this wasn't the kind of answer he thought would be acceptable to Sam's question. "I'm just cooling off, Sam." He continued starring at Sam smoothly. A feline tail curled and uncurled behind the lead wrestler, and his arms remained crossed impatiently. He didn't seem swayed by Jeff's innocent responses. "Is there a problem with that?" "No, no problem. Just didn't think you would be such a homo. But I guess it makes sense now." Jeff only needed to smile to this. "And you're trying so hard to figure out if I am, makes me wonder about you as well. Any deep dark secrets you tryin' to hide there, Mr. Kitty?" Jeff looked back down, disregarding the intense fury behind Sam's gaze. The muscular "kitty" didn't take humor to Jeff's retort. Without incident, he simply said to Jeff. "If I see you starring at any part of me or my team's body again, I'm kicking your ass." The lion turned his tight butt around and started walking back to the small group of uniformed wrestlers, who had taken glances away to see the talk Jeff and Sam had. "Why don't you make me?" Jeff asked before the lion could get far. Those steps away came to a halt before twisting around to address him. "What did you say?" Sam scowled in impressed disbelief. "How about a little competitive wrestling match? Unsanctioned." The deep angry lines of tension faded from Sam's face, and a series of glorious laughter followed. Some of the teammates watched to see what was funny. Jeff merely smiled and starred at the lion engorging on the humor. "Woooh.. hahahhh... that's good. Good stuff. I really like that one." Sam sighed, content from his stuffing humor. "Does that mean you're man enough to accept?" Jeff's antagonizing didn't pierce past the humor Sam took from the question. "Oh yea... you are definitely on. Where do you want to die or... I mean do this?" "In here. The school gym," Jeff smiled. "You're on. After nine, I have a girl to bang before then." "No, six, or you can just miss out on the beating if you'd like?" Jeff risked over playing his cards, but he was sure the lion was hooked. Sam made a few seconds to think about it. Sure enough. "You're on, don't cry after I finish making you a corpse." "See you there." The day concluded after their wage as it normally would have. Both of them still keeping the appointment in mind. Sam approached the gym wearing a tight white t-shirt and some shorts. Once he made it to the door his eyes scanned to see if he could find Justin anywhere. He figured the horse would chicken out, and if he did, he would be sure to find him later. He really wanted to put that fagot in his place, though. Jeff was to be found inside the gym, though. The horse was keeping an eye out for him by watching the light that illuminated through the crack of the door at the bottom. A pair of shadows which he presumed to be legs were right there now. He moved from his seat on the bench and approached the door. With a firm grip on the handle and a finger on the light switch, Jeff simultaneously pulled and flicked them. "Boo-" Jeff blared out as Sam twisted in shock at the sudden appearance. "Haaahahaha.. ahh.. that was funny..." He slowed his laugh to a few snickers, unable to completely stop as he watched the lion's unamused expression. Sam shoved him firmly, making him step backwards and stop laughing. "Prick... I'm going to thoroughly enjoy kicking your ass." Sam took threatening steps towards Jeff. The horse stepped backwards in time with his opponent, not hinting to fearing what was to come. Jeff may not have been a wrestler, but he still was athletic, helping to keep him somewhat confident. His build looked slim, and his height easily lacked a foot against Sam's 6'4". Still, he kept his cool with the approach of the beefy, menacing feline. He couldn't help but to watch the muscles tense and prepare for use all over the team leader's body. It was enough to make his muzzle salivate. Sam scowled at the horses slow retreat. "Are you going to run away?" Jeff shook his head. "No, just admiring the view." This made Sam recoil just a hair in disgust. "You really were checking me out, weren't you? You fucking freak." Jeff merely shrugged. "You kept asking for it. When you wear those tight shirts and pants..." Jeff shivered. "Don't even get me started about the size of your-" "That's it!" Sam charged the shorter equine. Jeff only had enough time to back up on to the gym mats before Sam reached him. Once he stepped on it, he had to duck some close punches from the raging feline. Those large, rough paws suddenly grabbed Jeff's shoulders and threw him down, making him let out an "oof" sound. The equine turned in time to see Sam standing over him. The large wrestler pounced his prey. His quick arms twisted and turned the victim's limbs around till he had Jeff in a firm hold. "What did you think was going to happen, fag" Sam asked as he tensed the head lock to give Jeff some pain. "You homos need to learn your place." All the while, Jeff thoroughly enjoyed his place. Large muscles were tightly pressed against his whole backside. Enormous biceps squeezed like sculpted stone ready to crush his head. A large chunk of lion meat was right behind his flanks, too. Ridiculous amounts of pure muscle pinned him down and made his limbs erotically immobile. "Aah.nnn..." Jeff let out as he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Things were beginning to get a little too rough for his tastes. It was difficult to give up the crushing body heat behind him, but he knew it didn't matter for what was planned already for the night. If things went according to plan, there would be time for that later... and more. A soft, red glow emitted from under the horse, as if; the source was on his belt buckle. The lion didn't notice this as he continued applying his strength and effort into breaking his opponent with his unbeatable head lock. Then the glow vanished as if it were never there. Jeff moved his paws to close around the arms that held him viciously. Then, he proceeded to pull apart Sam's tight hold. Both of them were grunting with the extreme exertion of both of their full strengths. To Sam's grudging astonishment, the stallion was beginning to have an easier time pulling apart his hold. The hold was supposed to be unbeatable, even to the real wrestlers he played against. Jeff began lifting those large arms with his much smaller, slimmer arms. He stretched his back and started to rise. His shorts had a noticeable bulge at the front. The large feline behind him could only watch in horror as the smaller male overcame his brute strength. Sam tried even harder now, but the powerful muscle he counted on didn't seem to come to his aid this time. "This...rrrrer..this...this is impossible!" Sam said as he continued struggling to get the horse back down. Jeff didn't say anything back to his competitor. He was caught up in the effort of pushing. It seemed that now he had the upper paw over the lion. He tried not to be distracted by thoughts of how successful the night will turn out soon. He had a little more to go before a victory could be appreciated. "It just shows," Jeff started saying when he finally freed himself from Sam's clutches. "That you can't rely on strength alone." Sam couldn't believe what was happening. He almost had the horse. He did have him... but he lost him. There was no way to break out of an unbreakable hold, especially considering Jeff wasn't a wrestler or even fit to be one. He was a skinny runner. With that thought, Sam heard Jeff's words repeating in his head. Then he began doubting himself. He questioned his beliefs, all that he knew about strength versus weakness. What if strength wasn't the most important thing? He worked out for so long in the gym to be the most fit, the best, and there, Jeff was gaining the upper paw. All he did was run all day with the track team. Did he know something that Sam didn't? No, something was wrong. Something-... Sam's thoughts were interrupted by the quick motion Jeff made that threw him down to the gym's floor mats. His large body made a loud slam through out the gymnasium. The horse was quick and took his chance by jumping on top of the feline, who flailed in utter resistance. The team leader resisted to believe in his mind what was happening, as well. They struggled for a few moments. Sam couldn't seem to simply roll Jeff off, almost like the stallion had all the strength now. His own strength didn't come when his limbs called for it to fight Jeff's on coming holds. His muscles didn't have the power they had before. Jeff was so close and over-bearing with his unexplainable power. He felt overwhelmed, almost claustrophobic. "Give it up, Sam," Jeff said with a confident grin. "It's okay to admit defeat. You didn't see this coming." All the time he spoke, his hold on Sam began gaining more and more leverage. He pinned one arm by the wrist before it shook with its final protests to stay up. "You had to meet your match sooner or later." The other arm went down, almost easier than the first. Sam was closing his eyes and shaking his head in utter disbelief. The innocent truth of Jeff's words... He couldn't get his ears to fold down hard enough to muffle out the truth that resonated in his head. He really didn't see this coming. It wasn't his fault. Clearly, he overestimated him. How could he be blamed for losing? Still, Sam felt uneasy about how badly he wanted to accept the truth dripping from those words. They made him think, and thinking wasn't going to help him beat Jeff at this game. In the back of his mind, he wasn't sure winning was still in his grasps. Jeff had him down now, and nothing he could do was turning the tides in his favor. All he had left were those comforting suggestions saying "it was okay", "he didn't see this coming", and "had to meet his match sooner or later". Sam had his eyes shut harder as he used more and more concentration, trying to fight past the words. He struggled to get his arms to push back the impossible hold Jeff had on his wrists. He never even noticed the large, throbbing hard-on pressing down his stomach coming from between Jeff's legs. The horse's gym shorts were doing little in restraining the eager muscle. Sam couldn't even tell that it started to slide back and forth on his shirt, pushing the clothing up some. Jeff let out a soft moan, and this brought on the feline's attention with wide eyes. Sam looked down to see what was happening. There, the large gym shorts-covered equine male-hood shoved up along his stomach, his shirt being lifted up to his pecs by its force. He stared in horror as a wet spot formed in the front of the shorts while his furry abs were molested. "W..what the hell are you- quit you... Damn, FAGOT!" His arms struggled with renewed vigor, but the over-bearing strength Jeff had still kept the feline's struggles and anger in check. "No... I'm enjoying myself," Jeff panted. "Besides, you wanted this. It's why you let me beat you." Sam knew that he didn't just let anyone beat him, and he knew damn well that he didn't want this. "I don't let people beat me, especially... homos like you." Sam sneered ferociously up at the horse. His claws unsheathed, wanting to tear off those paws that held him down. "You're wrong, Sammy." The lion kicked helplessly in vain upon hearing the nickname. "You're supposed to be stronger than me, but look at you. You must love being at the mercy of someone who's weaker than you." Sam made struggling protests. His mind continued stating he should be beating this horse, but he was already practically defeated. By his observation, Jeff had not grown any stronger in physical appearance. He scanned harder. Then... how, he wondered. "Are you checking me out?" Sam twisted his gaze to the side. His limbs didn't feel like struggling anymore, his mind distracted by the humiliation that overcame him. "It's alright. You should be checking me out. I mean, you seem to like laying under me and listening to me and checking me out." Sam looked at Jeff, ready to justify his scanning eyes, but he stopped. He realized he should be checking out the equine's body. Jeff could have very well been cheating the whole time, in fact. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, though. The flatly chest had only a white-t, nothing could be hidden with it being so tight. And the shorts held no secrets. The large boner touching down on his chest was treatment to that. Not to mention, he could feel the heat of the horse's sac radiating through both of their layers of clothing. Jeff humped against the lion's chest and stomach, again. "Will you quit that? It's fucking gross!" The horse made a soft chuckle. "I disagree, Sam. It's not gross... Mmm... It's natural. Both of us being male pretty much... makes it alright to.. ooh... treat ourselves to some simple pleasures." The logic was hard to argue with, and Sam didn't make much of a fuss when Jeff began humping at a regular rhythm. The lion only fumed silently as he tried to think of some other way to argue with the perfectly reasonable logic. It seemed like every time Jeff said something logical, he couldn't help but to submit and accept it. Something seemed very wrong about that. "Some... something's wrong, here..." Sam started to feel a small bit of panic. To his fear, he found it not so gross anymore to have that large cock rubbing in his fur. He didn't like the idea of being okay with "treating himself to simple pleasures" as Jeff put it. Didn't he do that with girls? He liked doing it with girls all the time. There he was... not finding the horse's cock not to be any different from the pussy he was used to. He shook his head, not liking where the logic was going. "No, no, kitty. Everything's fine. You just think something's wrong." Sam now felt more at ease, but didn't want to be. How could he not be relaxed? He only thought something was wrong, but everything was fine. "Why can't I...? I can't argue or... so..." Through the dizzy haze that was overcoming him his arms tried to move, but they felt perfectly comfortable under Jeff's strong paws. "You're submitting, Sam. You discovered that I am the dominant male. Since I know you like being dominated by someone as superior as me, you like to give up in fights. Why else would your big, hot muscle-ass give up so easily to a horse like me?" Sam whimpered and struggled harder, barely moving at all under the hold. Everything sounded so... right. Nothing sounded out of key to his mind's logic. It was like he was an open book to any opposing views the equine had to offer. Now he liked this, but wasn't sure if this was truly his thoughts. It was why his protest were so short and powerless. It was why he kept checking Jeff out as the horse humped that cock into his fur. There was no better explanation of why his big, hot muscle-ass gave up so easily. "Now... it would be a good idea to nod if you understand" Jeff said simply. The lion couldn't look up as he shamefully nodded slowly. "Good. I think it's better to say 'yes', actually. Understand?" "Yes," Sam said, almost pouting. "'Yes, sir' sounds better, don't you think?" "Yes, sir." To Sam's dismay, he already felt accustomed to the new proper response. "That's better." "Yes, sir," Sam agreed as he let out a purr, feeling the heat of the cock getting to him. "I don't think you need to resist, anymore. Or want to for that matter." As soon as Jeff took his paws from Sam's arms, the lion realized he couldn't resist. The humping felt good, and there was nothing gross about it... anymore. He didn't need to resist or want to. "That shirt needs to go, though." "Yes, sir." Sam sat up, Jeff letting him move some, and pulled the shirt off the rest of his body. His strong chest was bare to Jeff's possessive gaze. "This is a lot easier than hating me. A lot more fun, too. Don't you think, Sam?" Jeff added his mysteriously powerful suggestions to the beaten, submissive feline. "Yes, sir." Sam couldn't bring himself to hate Jeff for forcing these new suggestions on him. It was a lot easier to submit, and it was more fun, too. He let another purr out as his sheath grew in his shorts. The sensation of the heavy rubbing from the hot cock above his was having more of an effect. The constant rubbing on the front of his shorts was driving him crazy with need. It didn't go unnoticed, either. "Uh-oh. Looks like, Sammy, is going into heat." Sam felt like he was going into heat, all of the sudden. He shuffled uncomfortably under the straddling horse. The long, thick appendage felt so good that his cock became fully erect. It suddenly felt very hot inside the gymnasium, making the feline purr in ecstasy. "That's right," Jeff said to him as pre emerged from his tip and wet the fur it humped across. "I think you won't mind feeling like this whenever you see me." The horse panted as he couldn't contain his excitement. Sam was breathing harder now, horny as hell from the logic that dominated his weak mind. Just looking at Jeff on top of him made him feel so hot and bothered. He watched in blissful helplessness as Jeff lowered his head closer to him, speaking through the heavy lust in his voice. "Since you feel that way about me... there's no reason... why we should deny ourselves a kiss. Is that right, Sammy?" "Yes, sir," he purred deeply. The lion's muzzle panted as he let his tongue hang out, awaiting the oncoming muzzle of the horse. He felt tender fingers run through the fur on his chest. Jeff's muzzle caught the open, willing muzzle, and shoved his thick tongue down deep, swirling it about. The appendage rubbed and played like he always dreamed of doing in the feline's mouth. He let out a deep moan as he finally got to feel the texture of the sand-papery tongue against his own. "Mmmm!" Sam's eyes closed as the horse assaulted his senses with hot kissing and rhythmic humping. It all felt so good. He could not deny that, even if he had the will to. Those fingers rubbed roughly along his chest fur, testing the strength of their muscles. That long, hard cock was pressed against his own through the thin layer of his and Jeff's shorts. His own tip was peeking out the rim, getting smothered in horse fluid like the rest of his fur. It started to leak its own fluid. "Mmm... ooohmmm!" Jeff took his time. His dream of this moment had finally come. Night of pawing to this fantasy... and now it was real. Now he owned this lion under him. All those glorious muscles, hot smells, sexy sounds, and that throbbing feline cock were his to own. It was all thanks to the belt he snagged from his father's office. The belt they found on the excavation site. His father was a wonderful archeologist, Jeff thought. When he found the belt a month ago, he thought he could sell it on the internet for cash. Then, he accidentally used it a few times till he finally understood what it really could do. By then, he tested it on his dad. Needless to say, he didn't have to give the belt back, ever. Now it gave this beefy, hunk of a lion to him. It sapped the strength from him over time with physical contact. The victim's bodily and mental strength were drained into Jeff's own power. This left the lion open and helpless to any suggestion or force Jeff wished to use on him. The power exchange didn't last after the loss of contact, but the effects and suggestions are so strongly implanted that they don't go away. Jeff pulled his muzzle away, gasping for air. The amazing heat made him want more. Sam made him so hot; he couldn't take anymore teasing. "Those pants don't need to be on anymore, Sammy. You know what comes next and you know you want it..." "Yes, sir." The lion shifted his hips, not thinking twice. There was no need to. He wanted this. Jeff lifted up to accommodate the movement, also taking his own clothes off. The horse revealed he didn't wear underwear to the event. He wrapped a strong paw around the feline cock, which was wet with fluid and slick. "You really like playing around with me a lot, don't you, Sammy?" "Yes, sir." The horse lifted his hips and pressed back. The tight ring of his tail hole took the feline shaft deeply inside. A long moan and yowl erupted from Sam as Jeff applied his hips more thoroughly. Sam's claws teared up the gym mat as he couldn't handle the wonderful pleasure. "Oooh-yeah..." Jeff moaned and shivered with his thick shaft bobbing in front of the feline. "I know you want to paw my big dick, kitty. It...-oooh... m-makes sense as... uhmm-ooh... you've been starring at it so much." Sam acted on the compulsion to wrap his paws around the large length and began stroking it to his best. He even leaned in and applied his tongue across the flat head of Jeff's cock. The taste filled his mouth strongly, and the lion knew he would be having this taste a lot more in the future. He would need to taste the wonderful flavor of Jeff's pre at least once a day. At least, that's what Jeff kept saying in between his moans and gasps. But it was so true, Sam thought as he moaned along with his top. "Oooh... mmm... here I come, kitty. Open wide." Jeff leaned his head back as his hips swiveled on the lion's shaft. Sam complied, letting his tongue out as if waiting for a tasty treat. The massive shaft blew its load and filled his mouth to run down both sides of his cheeks. Still, it continued spurting heavy pools on his muzzle, chin, and chest. Warmth covered and matted the fur all over his muzzle and neck. The sudden impact of hot, musky cum in Sam's mouth pushed him over the edge. He swallowed and cried out in lust as he delivered a large spurt of seed into the horse on top. Jeff merely road with a content moan as he felt the feline's load being shoved up his rear, his tongue hanging out. Both the furs took their final fits of pleasure until they squeezed every drop of orgasm from each other. Then, Jeff layed with Sam for a few moments, cleaning himself off the lion's muzzle and neck. He loved the taste of himself in the fur of his hot, beefy lion lover. He shortly licked his lips to finish up. "Mmm... that... that was amazing." Jeff gave a content sigh. His head layed down on the tough chest of his lover, looking up to him. "Did you like fucking me, Sammy?" The feline purred, his eyes closed in bliss. "Yes, sir," he muttered. "Well... it should make perfect sense to let me teach you to be as good a wrestler as me. So you should be with me like this again. Sounds good?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Maybe one day I will teach you my perfect submission hold..." ---PLEASE PLEASE PLEASSSE comment! :(