He straddles my upturned ass, grinding his fat cock between my ass cheeks until I feel that unmistakeable warm splat against my back, shoulders and the rest smacking into my hair. I groaned as he lifted me to my feet in a nelson again, my legs shaky at best after everything plus two mind blowing orgasms. He released the full nelson only to rub that mighty bicep over my lips, then locking in a tightly sealed sleeper hold. He walked me back into the main locker rooms, still fighting unconsciousness in his arms.
Without saying a word he steps into the middle of the locker room, dragging more than walking with me now, and stepped up on one of the benches. Now supporting me in a hanging sleeper, my feet kicking wildly as he choked me out, he surveys the room as they watch him choke me out putting barely an ounce of effort in the task. My struggles faded quickly, lessening to the odd weak slap at his arms, my sputtering and choking quiet into pitiful squeaks until finally, blackness takes me over. He leaves my cum smeared body sprawled on the locker room bench, having made his message very clear. Behind my fluttering eyelids all I saw were his arms flexing, rippling, bulging. His voice, so seductive in my ear, "This is your pleasure" sent tremors through my whole body, locked in a spiral of my own thoughts, or maybe his thoughts. Either way, he was the underlying thought in the back of my head at all times.
To this day I get agonizingly hard watching him flex his arms. Owned.