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Get Mean -- The Teacher Really Means It!
Ash and Jax kneel crotch to crotch, breathing deeply and heavily, palms on each other's chest and hips. Ash pulls the straps of Jax's singlet, saying, "You came today to learn a few things, okay?" "Yeah," says Jax deferentially in a chesty baritone, "I wanted you to show me the ropes." Ash moves behind him and shoves him facedown to the mat. He squats on Jax's lower back and pulls him up into a camel clutch. "You feel that on your back?" he asks. "I don't know how flexible you are, but we can find that out together, how about that?" Jax grimaces but offers no resistance either. They trade positions. "Try it on me," Ash says. Jax obliges, pulling his teacher's dark, curly hair to his chest. "Like that?" he asks. Ash chuckles: "You're going to have to be a little meaner than that."
Next, a sleeper hold, applied with no resistance from Atwell, though he cups both hands on DeLeon's elbow. "Oh fuck," Jax moans. He feels the pain radiate through his body, leaving a vapor trail of numbness. "It sounds like you're enjoying it," Ash observes and lets him drop. Then, it is Jax's turn. He does not get it right. Ash scoffs and pulls loose, popping his right biceps for Jax to caress worshipfully. He puts his trainee in the hold again, again stopping short of knocking him out. Jax's next attempt is weaker than the first. Enraged, Ash reaches back and throws Jax over his head and shoulders, landing the slow learner on his back. He applies a figure-four headlock. He fondles the guy's writhing body: "Hot damn," he murmurs, "you are a nice piece of meat, though."
When his performance improves, Jax is slow to release a painful grip. Right then, Ash realizes he may have created a monster. With a punch to the gut, Ash elevates the lesson to a full-on fight, but a fight swathed in eroticism. He slaps Jax's bulge, with enough roughness to trigger the trainee's alarmed gasp. He climbs on top, pinning his opponent's wrists to the mat while he rubs his crotch up and down and round and round Atwell's mouth and nose. A stretch hold then repeats itself as Jax's hardon stretches the crotch of his singlet. Atwell's face blends misery and ecstasy. DeLeon continues to punish him, his fingers peeling the spandex from buffeted flesh, down to a jockstrap.
Catching Jax in a sleeper hold again, Ash orders his prey to pull out his cock and stroke. "What kind of submission do you want to give me? Give me the submission we want, or I'll fucking put you out," Ash threatens. Jax's eyes are clenched shut. He bares his teeth, hoarsely panting through his mouth and nose. His fingers slide up to the tip of the cock, stroking up and down. You cannot imagine how hot this match becomes. And you are not going to believe Ash DeLeon's body in this match â?? cement-hard thighs and the shoulders and arms of a born grappler. Jax Atwell's slender but muscled body cannot resist Ash's power and control â?? as if resistance ever entered his mind!