A Change of Pace (2023)
Written as a commission for a client who wanted fanfiction of 3 of his favorite characters
Cosmo Imai looked around his gym and sighed. It was true that their humble gym attracted a murderer's row of fighters and martial artists looking to improve themselves. But they'd spent so much time fighting, sweating, learning together that Cosmo knew their habits and styles nearly as well as his own.
He could scarcely imagine a situation where training and fighting weren't his favorite pastimes, but he could no longer deny to himself that he'd grown bored and this had grown stale.
He sipped from his water bottle and scanned the gym again, forcing a smile and a generic compliment to his latest training partner to hide his growing discontent. He made a note to reach out to some of the more eclectic fighter' s he'd met through his travels and see if any of them were still local.
The athletic 20 year old yearned for the sense of danger and uncertainty that had endeared him to fighting in the first place. His blonde ponytail bounced as he shook his head and subsumed the feeling beneath the simple joy of grappling. The dissatisfaction endured, but he couldn't defeat it by pouting and wishing anymore than he could become the world's best martial artist overnight. Results required effort.
An hour later, the gym's advanced class had yet to conclude but Cosmo had nearly found the flow again. He lay on his back, hips up and legs churning as he fended off an overzealous attempt to pass his guard. His sparring partner shifted this way and that, pausing only to toss wayward strikes in a vain attempt to open Cosmo's guard and knock the grin off his face.
Instead the lithe blonde counted the strikes in his head, waiting for the fourth and the guard stack attempt to his left that would follow. Cosmo swept the man onto his back instead and sat in full mount, frankly disappointed that he'd been this many steps ahead of his sparring partner.
He mimed a few elbows of his own before feinting a different submission en route to the head and arm triangle choke he'd wanted all along.
The thrill of success quickly withered into the same discontent that'd chilled him minutes earlier: he didn't want a win. He wanted danger, and his gym had little to offer him
As class ended, the 20 year old sulked by his gym bag near the edge of the room. What was the point of a gym that didn't scare him? What could he gain from partners that-
“Hey shorty! You want to chat, or am I interrupting your brooding time?”
Cosmo recognized the interloper and her distinctive Brazilian accent. He couldn't help the wild grin that bloomed across his face.
Finally!
Results required effort but recognizing chances and taking advantage of them were hallmarks of a good fighter.
“Laura Matsuda, what did I tell you about coming here and trying to steal students?” Cosmos' smile was as aggressive as it was friendly.
“I don't steal. I attract. Cause I'm attractive.” the curvy Brazilian street fighter objected. “And once they see what Matsuda style Jiu Jitsu is capable of, recruiting is the easy part.”
Cosmo cut his eyes at the intruder and lifted his water bottle to his lips. He'd rolled with Laura in strange places and situations that made training together in an actual gym felt tame and quaint. The self-styled King of Strangles found in her a grappling partner and a rival. Her presence promised the exact kind of excitement and danger that he'd longed for.
But standing behind the cocky South America was a woman that Cosmo didn't fully recognize. Her short, sharp black hair had been partially dyed bright red, while her matching black and red gear contrasted against her pale, muscled frame. He recognized her immediately as a fighter and began trying to discern her style and ability.
He stared past his occasional grappling buddy at the new woman who matched his gaze and smiled with all the ferocity of a burnt marshmallow. Her sports bra and shorts revealed a figure at least as tempting as Laura Matsuda's. Cosmo liked these two, and he liked the prospect of training with them even more.
Laura caught on a moment later and made the formal introduction. “Imai, this is my friend Mila. She's”–”
“I'm a fighter.” The woman explained, punctuating her declaration with a wink.
“I hope so, for your sake.” He shot back. “Class just finished. Can I assume you're here to try and even the score, Laura?”
“The score's already even.” the Brazilian bombshell countered. “But Mila's visiting the city and I've been introducing her to some of my favorite grappling dummies.”
“Then you'd better go find them.” Cosmo pretended to look far and wide. “All you'll find here is the boy who keeps tying you into knots and putting you to sleep. I could probably take you both on at once”
Laura's eyes widened at this latest boast. “Oh? You promise?” She shot her friend a knowing look and Mila returned her enthusiasm.
“Sounds like a challenge to me, Laura. Think he'll back out?”
But the blonde young man had already moved past them to the now deserted grappling mats. “When you two get over yourselves, you can let me know who wants to get snuggled to sleep first.” He flipped the long blonde bangs that framed his face.
His devious grin was all the invitation his two new playmates needed. Mila took a step toward him before her friend stopped her. “Ditch the MMA gloves. Just grappling today.”
The redhead nodded her agreement and discarded her gloves, grinning with giddy joy. “Don't blame us if you see stars, Cosmo!”
—————————————————— “If I didn't know any better I'd think you had something else on your mind than fighting, Laura. If you need me to take it easy on you you'll have to ask nicely.” The blonde teased, pressed against the squirming Jiu Jitsu player beneath him.
Cosmos' toned chest pressed firmly against the contours of her back as he worked to press her flat and face down against the grappling mats. He'd fended off her initial takedown and gradually worked his way through her defenses until she'd offered up her back during an ill advised sweep attempt.
His firm hands danced along her hips, her sides, prodding and testing for some gap in her defense that he could use to submit her.
“Don't get cocky, we're just getting started” She grunted, pulling her knees underneath her and lifting her hips into the air. Cosmo hung on her like a weighted blanket, one arm wrapped around her neck and his legs spread wide as he fought to keep her from rolling over.
The action slowed for a moment as the two competitors considered their next moves as carefully as chess grandmasters. Each motion was a gamble, a risk of action and reaction, play and counterplay. Cosmo wagered his superior position against Laura's submission.
And just when it seemed that both competitors had lost their nerve, they sprang into action like coiled springs. The tawny submission grappler all but flipped forward in an attempt to dislodge the mouthy blonde, who instead spun around on top of her, facing her curvy ass as he pressed her head into the mat with his chest and slid an arm under neck.
Laura tapped her submission a moment after Cosmo's arms constricted around her head and neck, not even waiting for him to crank the hold. She wasn't here to contest hopeless positions; instead she'd concede and reset the position entirely. She had plenty of time to return the favor after all.
Cosmo slid off of her and knelt beside her, smiling broadly as he caught his breath. “That was fun!” He patted her on the back and stood with her, content to gloat for a minute longer.
“Less cheesing, more wheezing.” Mila shouted, immediately cringing at her own joke. Her two matric mates both shot her confused, weary looks and tea redheaded Spaniards offered only a shrug in return. “What it rhymed right?”
“Alright blonde, my turn!” Mila strode toward him as Laura took her turn to watch.
“If you're in that much of a hurry to get strangled, your prince is happy to oblige” Cosmo offered a short bow before offering his hand for the stubby hand on hand slap that grapplers offered each other as a sign of good sportsmanship. Strikers touched gloves, but grapplers refused to ever make a fist.
The two combatants circled for a few seconds, hands by their waist and fingers extended as they reached and feinted and pulled.
Cosmo saw something he liked in her stance, a moment of lack or a foot out of position and shot for her front leg, ducking low into the single leg takedown that'd slung thousands of opponents onto their back. His fingers found no purchase as her pale thigh slid away from him and her body pressed down on him.
Mila defended his takedown with a vicious sprawl that nearly slammed his face into the mat before she pulled up and away.
“You might be ‘king of strangles’ but you're definitely not the prince of takedowns.” She grinned, circling again. Cosmo picked himself up and tucked the thwarted attack into his memory, already recalibrating for his next attack.
This time Mila led their dance, shooting for Cosmos' ankle to twist him to the ground. He turned with her attempted ankle pick and slid an arm under hers, pulling her up with him.
This signaled the beginning of their scramble, and the two dove and rolled and pulled and leaned at each other, neither able to control the other for more than a moment until Cosmo disengaged and found Milla lunging toward him with a speed he didn't think a woman was capable of.
But Mila's speed was nothing compared to the strength of her grip as she wrapped her arms around his thighs and drove him to the ground with a double leg takedown clean enough for an instructional video.
They hit the mat in a heap and she pushed forward, sitting on his leg as Cosmo fought to keep the situation from worsening. “Still having fun right?” Mila asked, and Cosmo returned her wide eyed smile with one of his own.
The path forward was clear. Win half guard, return to full guard, and then sweep her. He surmised that her background in MMA meant she'd be much more comfortable defending submissions from inside his guard, but he wondered how her defenses would hold up once she found herself beneath him. They returned to an uneasy ceasefire, shifting and grasping, both full of wide eyed enthusiasm. All Cosmo saw were possibilities and probabilities like the moves on a chessboard. Would she shoot for full mount? Or side control? Or retreat entirely and try again with a new exchange? He slid his calf on top of hers as a safeguard to keep her from escaping. Not while he still harbored visions of returning to his guard and forcing her to endure him.
What he couldn't account for however, were her simplest attributes. Mila felt more compact, more dense than any woman he'd rolled with. Rolling with her felt more akin to corralling a brick or throwing a kettlebell. In any event she was just as curvy as one. He didn't expect her to wrestle like one, however, and the way she barreled into him—pushing her shoulder into his chest until his back met the mat—caught him off guard long enough for her to free her leg and sit on his waist in full mount. All Cosmo saw were choices, and he prepared to defend all of them.
They’d agreed to pure grappling so he wouldn’t have to defend any strikes, but what submission would she attempt? An Ezekiel choke? A guillotine? Perhaps she’d switch position to something else entirely? He prepared to counter whatever plans she laid.
But her goals were simpler than that. Mila looped her leg over his shoulder, folding her calf across the back of his neck even as she rolled over onto her back. He’d guessed she’d go for something flashy, and she’d instead picked the head and arm triangle that white belts learned in their second week of class.
She constricted her powerful thighs around his neck and arm until vision blurred and he tapped his submission. “Of all the submissions in the world... a triangle? From mount? Where's the flair? The style?”
“There's no style points in MMA. Either you get the sub or you don't. Either you earn a win bonus or you don't.” She shrugged. “Simple is better. Besides, so much for taking us both on at once. You couldn't even beat both of us separately.” The MMA fighter laughed, tousling her short red and black hair.
Cosmo felt his face redden, but the hand that draped over his shoulder and slid across his chest made his shorts tighten.
“Let's go again then. Tapping me once doesn't mean anything.” He challenged his new sparring partner even as he turned to face Laura before her hands on him made him think of anything else but grappling. Her touch felt electric but his pulse raced too fast to fully consider his feelings.
“Now you're talking. But if we're talking run backs I want mine first, Cosmo.” Her other hand wrapped around his waist before she pulled away, twirling before facing him with a look that suggested she wanted to touch him, dominate him, and that grappling was just a means to that end.
“Lucky for you, I never get tired of winning.” Cosmo cheesed, once again assuming his grappling stance.
Another thirty minutes passed as the trio traded rounds on the mat, each looking to outdo the others. Laura brought peerless fluidity and creativity, chaining bold attacks and defenses that no one else would even try. Cosmo thought her friend's approach couldn't be more different: Mila approached each round with the singular goal of working, grinding, subduing.
Aside from a few flourishes that looked like they'd been plucked out of a pro wrestling ring the redheaded Spaniard seemed content to do the simple, correct thing with perfect execution and force her opponent to take risks in order to stop her.
Cosmo considered that her grappling style would have been utterly boring had she not been so good at it, so technically sound; instead the prospect of outsmarting her—embarrassing her— intrigued Cosmo more than a million rounds with the rote automatons who populated his gym.
And so he turned his entire being towards the goal of outsmarting these valkyries, noticing each pattern and habit and preference and ingesting it, analyzing it. It cost him, and he dropped several submissions in a row simply by making incorrect guesses that left him in poor positions that his curvaceous partners were only too happy to abuse.
But the two friends had rolled with each other as well, after the simple joy of completion overcame Laura's protests that she and Mila had come to visit him precisely because they were tired of sparring with each other. And the eager young blonde had made sure to note each trick and tactic in either woman's repertoire.
And by the time they all sat on the mats, panting and tired, Cosmo Imai was certain that he was winning. All he needed to do now was prove it.
“I tapped you both, twice. In a row. Still don't believe that I can take you both at once? You're gonna both lose at once. It'll be a little embarrassing, but I promise it'll be a lot of fun.”
Mila and Laura sat up to find their host sitting with his knees near his chest, waving them both toward him. They couldn't say he wasn't asking for it.
“I gotta say you were totally right, Cosmo.” Laura Matsuda sneered, pulling Cosmos sweaty, flushed face deeper into the cleavage of her shirt. “You promised this would be a little embarrassing and a lot of fun and you were totally fucking right.” The young man struggled and pitched forward, trapped by the muscular leg clamped across his back and choked by the other shin pressed firmly against his neck.
Cosmo fought and gasped, unable to spare a thought for the humor of Laura submitting him with an effective, if unorthodox choke with a Brazilian name. Cosmo, Mila, and Laura all recognized it as a gogoplata, one of the more exotic Brazilian Jiu Jitsu chokes that still saw common use.It was too fitting, like the way her shin fit across his throat. Laura tousled his hair in a final act of humiliation, encouraging the trapped young man to escape and confident that he would not.
“You're cute when you struggle, you know that?”
Cosmo gargled an unintelligible retort and made a final failed effort before falling unconscious on top of her.
Laura released the choke as soon as she felt him go limp and let the downed young man rest on her. She'd expected him to tap, to submit once the choke was locked in, but she knew better than to interrogate a fighter's pride. Perhaps the King of Strangles was sensitive about being strangled himself?
In any event, she was glad that Cosmo was cute even while unconscious and drooling on her tits, and that was all she could ask for in a partner. The headstrong Brazilian dumped their host onto his side like a sandbag.
“I swear you pull that gogoplata out of fucking nowhere.” Mila admitted with audible admiration. “I feel stupid every time I get caught by it.”
“Don't worry,” Laura stood up and cast a glance at Cosmo as he stirred back to life. “However bad you feel, I'm pretty sure he feels even stupider.”
“I don't understand how he's that smart and that stupid all at once. I mean, I'm not complaining, but” Mila purred.
“At least he's cute right? I say we milk it for all he's worth.”
Cosmo Imai shuddered back to life with a shake and a start while his assailants looked on. The self assured blonde wiped his mouth and recognized what'd happened even before he rolled onto his butt and saw the smiling vixens giggling to each other. He blinked away the last vestiges of grody asphyxiation induced sleep, and forced himself to stand.
“Al-alright I think I'm getting the hang of this. Let's try that again.
” Maybe I choked you harder than I thought.” An incredulous Laura asked.
Cosmo stared at them with clear eyes and clearer intentions. He intended to fight them, beat them, at once. He just needed to pick his spots and find his opportunity and he’d have these two curvy brawlers drooling in his lap or asleep in his arms.
4 minutes later Cosmo muttered a swear as he lay flat on the mats. Laura’s friend was a crude approximation of a woman: a bull with a red and black pixie cut, a steamroller in a sports bra. He’d defended Laura’s takedowns one after another like parrying a sword in a duel, but Mila struck like a warhammer. She’d taken him off his feet before she landed on top of him, and 90 seconds of scrambling had done little to free him from her vice-like grip. He’d recovered, rolled, and threatened with a head and arm triangle of his own until Laura interrupted with a headlock and a kiss. Why did flirting come so easily to this woman?
He had scant time to consider any of these questions before Mila, seated firmly on his sternum, leaned forward, almost past him and slid her forearm underneath his neck. Cosmo recognized the danger from the first and fought the guillotine attempt, but fighting off one woman would have been difficult enough, let alone two.
“That’s a good look for you. Cosmo” Laura cackled, pulling away as Mila tightened her submission hold. The brawny Spaniard’s hips snuggled close to his body and her knees dug into him as she tried her best to catch his chin on her forearm and yank his skull off his neck, or at least choke him unconscious. He rolled over in vain, only giving her a guillotine from guard instead of one from mount. He was stuck, utterly and totally.
“Ge-get off me!” He gagged, still refusing to tap. He might surrender before a joint lock caused real damage, but he’d fight a choke until the end.
Mila released him 15 seconds later, just after he’d gone limp. Cosmo floated on the edge of consciousness, silent and dazed. His eyes fluttered, and he realized as the light returned that Laura had blocked his vision while she’d kissed him.
“God, did I ever tell you I love the taste of ‘stupid loser?’” She cackled. “It’s my favorite flavor”
“Nghh, let’s go again.” Cosmo demanded, shaking off his confusion and standing again. “I almost had you that time.” Sweat dripped down his face, staining his rashguard. His breaths came slow and short and it was clear that the King of Strangles was finally beginning to tire.
Retreat was as unthinkable as admitting that he couldn’t subdue two world class grapplers at once. Nothing was impossible for Cosmo Imai if he understood the challenge and how to complete it. But keeping them both from overwhelming him proved simply impossible. Each time he mounted an offense: a trip, a takedown, a half formed standing submission, there was another woman intervening, interrupting with her own opportunistic offense. He dragged Mila to the mat only for Laura to leap on his back and threaten a choke.
The 20 year old grappling phenom felt Laura’s hands through his hair, threatening to undo the hairband securing his blond hair into a low ponytail. He tucked his chin to his chest as a matter of instinct, bringing his hands up to defend whatever Laura tried. They rolled together, first onto their sides and then onto Laura’s back as she sat between her thighs, groaning with the effort. Her legs snaked around his own and he recognized that he’d never escape, not fully, until he unwound her body hooks and freed his thighs from her calves. This would have been difficult enough, but Mila demanded his attention elsewhere.
“Laura said no strikes, but this is normally where I’d ground and pound.” She explained to the struggling blonde man. “But since she’s got you all tied up, why don’t I try something else?”
She didn’t expound and instead tugged on his skintight rashguard. She pulled it up to expose his untanned skin and began nibbling on his stomach.
He gasped as her hot wet tongue drew a meandering line down his abs, and the newcomer made sure to suck and nibble on his skin as she went. He hadn’t taken her for that kind of woman, but he was in no position to fend off her advances. His dick throbbed, and he thought he heard Mila make a bawdy joke about his hardening shaft before Laura slid her arm underneath his chin, cinched in the choke, and sent him to dreamland again.
They’d now settled into a miserable routine: They grappled, the two of them collaborated to trap him in the worst position possible despite his impressive efforts, and then one of them distracted him from fully defending whatever submission came next. He tapped to joint locks but fought the chokes until he woke up on the mat, mouth dry and eyes watery.
By now he’d acquired a new collection of bruises and hickeys between his waistband and his neck and could no longer tell which were from overaggressive kissing and which were from some vixen digging her knee or elbow or shoulder into his body. Too frustrated to quit, not talented enough to succeed, Cosmo Imai instead stood up and persevered.
“Let’s go again.”
Four and a half minutes later Cosmo Imai knelt on the mats, wearing Mila like a malevolent backpack. She’d leapt on his back while he’d been busy trying to grab Laura by her wrist or leg, hand fighting as the various grappling martial arts called it. He’d never had someone nibble his ear while choking him, but he’d also never had a woman try to grope him while she choked him either.
Was this what it felt like to discover a new kink? His body reacted in its own way, heedless of his mind’s protests. Mila’s heavy bosom pressed flat against his back as she whispered all the things she wanted to try with him. Most of them weren't legal in any organized competition. The tent in his shorts stood firm regardless of how much he tried to reassert control of his body and mind. Why was this damned woman so alluring? And why was she so damn heavy? He considered if her ideas were all anatomically possible, especially with one of her legs clamped around the front of his waist, secured by her knee folded over her other ankle in a body triangle.
And then Cosmo woke up on the mat again. Gasping. Drooling. Trapped in some hellacious groundhog day. Reliving the same scenario over and over in various permutations.
He slapped the mat and swore again. He'd gotten closer but not far enough to claim any more than a moral victory.
Again! “Let's go again. I'm not satisfied yet.” He rose like a man possessed, rubbed his bruised neck, and found some humor in the situation. “So I actually can't remember the last time I got tapped twice in a row by an RNC. It's been, what... years? And it only took two world class grapplers working in perfect tandem.” He gasped. “I'm glad we know where we stand.”
“You haven't done much standing at all tonight.” Mila sniped.
“But you have done a lot of laying face down and napping.” Laura added, rubbing her friend's waist.
“Well yeah. You two had to catch up. I almost got bored beating you two so easily.” He lied, standing up as straight as he could given the ache in his legs and his ailing ribs.
“Well if the score is tied by now, why don't we do something about that.” The black haired Brazilian taunted, lunging for Cosmo's arm without waiting for him to take up his stance. He defended the attack and the trip that followed when she sat down and tried to tangle his legs with hers. He enjoyed her wide eyed look of surprise when he dove onto her, sitting on her thigh and establishing his own half guard. This would have been fortuitous on its own but another vixen circled, waiting for her chance to strike. He expected her arms around his neck and her awkward back take, feeling her chest press against him again. The pressure wasn't unwelcome even as it distracted him from his attempts to pass Laura's guard. Now he fought against Mila's arms, rolling backwards with her before escaping back to his feet.
“Not fast enough ladies.” Cosmo laughed, freeing himself for a moment. The women climbed back to their feet and their play resumed. This time Cosmo took initiative, tripping Mila to buy himself a moment alone with the Brazilian temptress. He and Laura jockeyed for position before he shot out for her leg. But exertion and exhaustion, from a full day of training and the combined efforts of his newest training partners robbed him of his speed. Instead of snatching her leg and dumping her to the ground, he found himself face down with Laura looming over him, pressing against his back. He didn't even have time to voice his regret before she slipped an arm over and back underneath his arm, grabbing her wrist with her other hand. Cosmo recognized the danger even before she pinned her leg against his head and sat down.
They rolled together until Cosmo nearly flipped forward, stopped only by Laura's torso pushing and pulling on him with opposite limbs, gradually and assuredly choking him. He pushed with his legs but couldn't fully pull them under him and instead rocked to a stop. He tried it again, now gagging from her arms clamped around his back, his neck, choking. Mila's face appeared, her expression difficult to read while he was upside down and staring out at the lights of the gym. She said something but he struggled to make it out before he blacked out.
Cosmo awoke on his back with his arms on his chest, as if arranged for a funeral. His gasp became a yawn as he stretched out, sat up, and rolled over and onto his feet. “Aha, very funny.” He spat, shaking his head. “Was that... a Peruvian Necktie though? I thought you were Brazilian, not Peruvian.”
“That was an awful joke.” She answered. “Maybe you need a little more sleep? I can help you take a nice long nap.”
“Thanks but I'm feeling nice and refreshed. But you both look a little sleep deprived. And you'd both look great napping in my lap. Open offer ladies.” They might be able to submit him but they couldn't rob him of his cheerful demeanor and enthusiasm. The last roll had taken a lot out of the 20 year phenom, but his sparring partners both looked like they had a lot left to offer. Mila sauntered up to him, all smiles and giggles, and laced her hands together behind his head. He recognized the snapdown before she yanked him forward and onto his hands and knees. He knew. He knew the escape, the response, the counter. But his body simply would not respond like he wanted to, like he'd trained. Instead everything came seconds too slow to be of any use. He was a passenger along for the ride while she used him however she wanted.
Her pale, toned arm snaked under his, clasping onto her other bicep. She pressed her thigh underneath him, buoying him for a moment before violently rolling onto her back and dragging him with her. His brain registered the Anaconda Choke but he recognized how seldom he'd been on this end of it. He was the one distributing naps, but getting caught in increasingly complicated chokes made him feel like a young student in Jiu Jitsu class again. When he flopped on his back and her leg cranked around his he knew the end was imminent. He'd discovered that Mila did the little things well for all her techniques, even if she evidently didn't have an array as large as Laura or he did.
“Don't put him out yet.” Laura called, and her friend acquiesced. Cosmo struggled, groaned, and flailed to no avail, but Mila refused to finish the submission, instead holding him trapped before Laura loomed over him again, biting her lip with lust and ill intent. The eager Matsuda Jiu Jitsu scion quickly showed Cosmo why she wanted him awake. “You can struggle and moan all you want.” She explained as she sat on Cosmo's grounded leg and pulled his rashguard up to his neck and exposed his stomach. His only free limb, his left leg, kicked and thrashed aimlessly while Mila tangled his arms and leg. With their quarry captured, Laura Matsuda took every opportunity to nibble and kiss and grind on her prey. She explored the crevices of his toned chest and abs, sucking hard until bruises bloomed on his pale skin. Cosmo whimpered and gasped, unwilling to trust his own voice to produce anything more than desperate, immodest squeaks.
“Please?” Was all he could think to offer.
“That's a start. Keep going Laura!” Mila cheered. “He's cute when he blushes. Make him turn red.”
Laura pressed onward with her teasing and tormenting, doing everything short of stroking his now throbbing erection. Teasing him seemed to be her only goal. Cosmo looked up at her with a mixture of thirst and desperation, and his Brazilian conqueror finally gave her flirty steamroller of a friend the signal to put the young blonde to sleep.
Cosmo awoke and didn't bother standing up. There was no purpose, and specifically no strength left in his legs. Instead he rolled over onto his knees and looked up at his two tormentors. He should give up. He'd spent the last of himself on that final failed attempt. He was a ragdoll, a sitting duck, a grappling dummy. And yet... he wasn't quite ready to stop, to be free of them, to see them leave.
So he waved them in. “One more.” He offered. And they obliged, walking on their knees to accommodate their headstrong host. This time there was no struggle, just two women taking everything they wanted from him, leaving him to struggle and push and groan without the possibility of victory or escape. Thankfully, neither Laura nor Mila wanted to hurt him. Instead they seemed to have found their bliss and squeezing, teasing, kissing him. Bullying him on the mats, moving him as they wanted and completing 80% of a dozen different submissions. By now they were alone in the gym, no one would care what they did here. He wondered, hoped that their wrestling might turn into something more intimate, but he didn't dare ask. Instead he felt Laura high on his back and reacted, pulling a way a second too slow to keep her from snaring his arm with hers and his neck with her legs.
He recognized the hold for what it was. An arm and a neck captured together made a triangle, and her legs, one folded around the other to keep him stuck, confirmed it. He could tap. Should tap. He certainly wasn't going to fight his way out of this after exhausting himself. And yet part of him wanted to see how this ended, what they had in mind. And so he hesitated. This time Mila took her turn teasing him, dragging her tongue across his exposed chest, exploring his body with her capable hands. He groaned and was immediately embarrassed by whatever sound his body had decided to produce instead.
“Don't...” Cosmo gasped
“Don't what?” Mila and Laura asked almost in tandem, eyes full of lewd excitement.
“Don't... stop.”
For once that night, Mila and Laura were happy to follow his order, and Cosmo Imai stopped thinking long before Laura squeezed her legs tight and finally put him to sleep.
“That was great!” Mila laughed.
“Just great?” Her friend challenged in between kisses.
“Alright, alright, that was fucking amazing.” Mila admitted. “You weren't kidding when you said you knew the best training spots around here. I'll definitely come again.”
“I think he might too.” Laura laughed, now seated on her unconscious host's face. It'd been Mila's idea to kiss right then and there, both women seated on top of their overconfident host. They hadn't stopped rubbing and grinding against him, thankful for the easy friction provided by his muscular, lithe frame. The two friends lost themselves in another kiss, touching and teasing each other as easily as they had Cosmo.
Finally satisfied, Mila gave the cute, blonde, 20-year old another glance and asked her friend what came next.
“Do we need to wake him up? Or like... call somebody?”
“Nah, Cosmo will be fine. He's a big boy. Besides, I think he'll need some alone time after everything he's been through....”
Mila couldn't argue that and the two friends laughed on their way out of the gym and into the crisp night air, leaving Cosmo Imai to dream of lust and revenge.
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