The Pitcher

[Araucaria]

My first introduction to the dominance-submission dynamic occurred in my early adulthood, in a way that caught me completely by surprise, and took me by storm. I think it caught me off-guard because it arose from a situation that had nothing overtly sexual about it.

I was in the minor leagues in my 20th year, in some forgettable section of the country. We were the visiting team. I don't know why, but during warmups I looked at the opponents' pitcher, and he immediately struck me as extremely hot. There was something inscrutable, mechanical, about the way he pitched. I would see his green ball cap visor tilt down, then tilt back up, and he'd deliver the ball. He was a real baby face, I doubted if he could even shave yet. He showed no emotion, no reaction, no smile, frown or grimace. More importantly for the game, I could get no clue from his windup where he would throw the ball.

When I faced him the first time, I was strangely smitten by his beauty. He sized me up, I noticed the tip of his visor hat, and he threw a fast ball in the center of the strike zone, before I was ready.

OK, kid, you got one past me. But it turned out that he completely baffled me, and struck me out with ease. And he struck me out every time I went to bat. I got flustered dealing with my feelings of attraction, and hate, because he seemed to know exactly how to show me up. Generally, he was having a good game, and especially against me. I got the strange sense he knew that he got me flustered, and used it against me.

After we lost the game, I uncharacteristically took a walk past the other team's locker rooms, not knowing why. I walked around a corner into a passage shielded from public view.

Then I saw him. The pitcher, standing there, giving no sign he even saw me, though we were the only two people in this space. I walked up to him, and stood in front of him, not knowing what to say, maybe something stupid like "great game!"

Instead I could say nothing. Then he looked at me, with the visor of the ball cap dipping slightly down, and slightly back up, just like he was sizing up a batter. He knew he had beat me on the field, and I know I had lost to him. I could do nothing but wait for the pitch.

He pulled his erect penis above the waistline of his pants, and the message was unmistakeable: I beat you, you suck my dick.

I knelt down, and felt the head of the pitcher's penis enter my mouth. I started sucking him off. He dominated me on the diamond, and he was entitled to the best blow job I could deliver. I undid the belt, and let his cock spring free, as I sucked his hot, sweaty member. I reached down for his balls, only to find them protected by a hard plastic pitcher's cup. I pulled his sweaty balls out of the cup, and kissed and suckled them. I stuck my tongue into the cup, and smelled and licked the inside of the cup, savoring the taste of his ball sweat.

Then I continued sucking his cock, while playing with his balls. I felt no rush, so I took my time giving this boy the best sucking he ever had.

I could feel his cock twitching, and he gave me the pitch-- he shot hot cum in my mouth. I swallowed unhurriedly but strongly, as he emptied his baseball pitcher semen in my mouth.

When we were finished, the pitcher pulled his balls back into the plastic cup, and then tucked his now-satisfied and shrinking penis in there as well. He fastened his pants, as I got up off my knees.

I waited for what would happen next. But the pitcher just walked by me, as if I wasn't there, toward the home team lockers. I, for one, walked back to the field. I happened to to pick up a program left by someone in the stands. I looked up the pitcher's name, stats, etc.

To my surprise, he was the same age I was. His name was Andrew Echols. And his pitcher stats weren't spectacular, in fact rather average, even for this league.

Then I went back to the visitor's lockers, took my shower, and hopped on the old, rundown team bus. We drove back to the home team town for several hours late at night. Everyone was asleep, even the team manager snoozing next to me, so I slipped my hand into my pants, and slowly, quietly, rubbed one out, thinking about how that pitcher had humiliated me, and how I willingly submitted to him and rewarded him for it by sucking him off. I shot my load in my pants, and then fell asleep, lost in this dominance-submission game I had played with the pitcher.

 

[Rickrock]

Thanks for writing this. Great story.

 

[Araucaria]

The summer went on, and we won some, but lost more. The bus broke down twice on the way back from away games. I got a girlfriend over the summer. She was a sort of a baseball groupie, and I guess I fit the bill for her. But she was fickle about having sex, and I found that whenever I had a slump or didn't play well, she didn't put out.

So, when the team with the pitcher who had his way with me came to play us, it had already been a week since she had sex with me. I was determined to do well against this pitcher.

But when I faced him on the diamond, my resolve turned to jelly. He dispatched with me quickly, striking me out at the first at bat. And he stuck me out every time this game. I knew my girlfriend wouldn't be happy with me.

Now my team was the poorest in the league, not only playing-wise, but also financially, with dilapidated facilities. But this night the plumbing in the visitor's showers was broke, so we had to share the home team facilities. Needless to say, it was super-crowded in there. They had beat us badly and were really cocky, and we were pissed off at them. There were a couple of punches thrown, but it was mostly shoving and bumping. It was so crowded I couldn't even get to my locker, so I sat on an open spot on the bench and waited.

Just then a naked guy from the other team walked around, being loud and mouthy. He was a big, hairless but swarthy guy with big shoulders and arm muscles.

"God damn, you guys have shitty ass locker rooms!"

He stood over a floor drain and released a powerful piss stream out of his long, flaccid penis, accompanied by a pair of big, low-hanging balls.

"Why the fuck don't you guys have any goddamn toilets?" he yelled.

My eyes transfixed on him pissing in front of me. Such powerful masculine beauty and cocky attitude!

The moment he finished pissing, the guy walked right over and slammed his genitals right into my face. Luckily for me, two of my teammates stood right up in front of him. The jock, apparently figuring he was outnumbered, walked away, cussing loudly about our faggot team. I secretly wished that I could play with and suck him.

It was too crowded, too hot, too tense, and I had to wait too long. I decided to go home to get showered.

I walked out of the locker room and saw my girlfriend..

"You really sucked tonight!"

I wasn't happy with her berating me like this. We walked on. I just wanted to get back to our little apartment.

Then I saw him. The pitcher stood. I saw him looking at me and my girlfriend-- the only clue was his trademark tip-of-the-ball cap visor trademark move-- as he took in everything he needed to know to play the game.

Since he had once again humiliated me and completely baffled me out there, I felt compelled to wander away from my girlfriend and face him, as I waited for the pitch.

"I'm going to have your girlfriend tonight."

I'd punch out any other guy that said that to me in any other situation, But this was the pitcher that bested me, and I was obsessed with all the ways he used to obtain mastery over me. I was stunned, not knowing what to make of this. Actually, these were the first words I had ever heard him utter. I stayed in front of him, dumb and motionless. My girlfriend walked up to us., like she was about to say, "Honey, what's wrong?"

I knew what I had to do. "Jennifer, this is Andrew Echols, pitcher of the other team. He struck me out four times tonight, and four times when we played them away a couple of weeks ago.. He's got my number, I'm 0 and 8 against him."

My girlfriend hugged the pitcher. "Nice to meet a winner," she said sarcastically.

"How do you do?" He said, and I thought I saw the glimmer of a smile.

"Oh, much better, now that I'm with a better man than my wimpy boyfriend!"

"Yeah, why don't you kiss him?" I said. Where did those words come from?

And she did.

I explained the crowded shower situation, and then Jennifer said to Andrew, "Why don't you come with us, you can shower at our apartment?"

So the three on us jumped into my old "blue bomber," with me driving, and girlfriend and pitcher in the back.

True to form, my girlfriend was flirty, talking and touching and pawing him. Andrew didn't talk much, but it was more than anything he ever said to me-- nothing-- unless you count his statement that he was having my girlfriend tonight.

We got to our place, and the loud sound of cleats walking on the floor was evident. Jennifer steered the pitcher to our bedroom, and then they got on the bed. My girlfriend kissed him and next thing I know, he's kissing her back and embracing her. They start making out like I'm not even there, while I sit on the edge of the bed. The pitcher strips her and starts kissing her breasts. She, in turn, gets his shirt and then his jersey off, revealing a firm, toned, athletic body. He starts kissing her in the face. His hat is awkward, getting in the way, so I reach over and pull the cap off by the visor. I'm sure he won't mind that.

He undoes her pants, and starts licking her out. I sniff the masculine scent of his sweaty ball cap, and bury my nose deep into it. They're not noticing me anyway.

My girl undoes his pants.

"Oh, what's this!"

"That's my pitcher's cup. It's there to protect my balls from line drives."

She pulls it off, and his cock springs free. My girlfriend jumps on it like a tiger, taking his cock in her mouth, and blowing him.

Next thing I know, he's lowering his erection until it makes contact with Jennifer's vaginal lips, then the head slips inside. It's awkward with his baseball pants on, so he tries to push them down his thick, muscular legs.

He thrusts in her, and moves his cock in her, back and forth, back and forth, as I watch the globes of his ass rise and fall with every thrust.

As he's fucking her, I obey an impulse to remove his shoes, one at a time. I'm sure he won't mind. Each shoe is heavy and difficult to remove, but i work on them, until one, and then the other, hits the floor with a hard thud. I then finish pulling his pants down and off.

The pitcher is fully naked now, and with his body freed of his uniform, he is pounding my girlfriend real good now.

"Oh, God, that feels so good, fuck me, fuck me!"

I can see the pitcher's balls between his legs from behind, pumping and slamming against my girlfriend's vaginal walls. Then I take his ball cap and put it back on his head. Something hot about seeing him wear it.

Then I get undressed, removing article after article of my uniform, until I'm naked. I'm rock hard, but know that won't make any difference. I start stroking myself, enjoying the show the lovers are putting on. They're not noticing me, anyway.

Then my girlfriend really starts squealing with her orgasms, as Andrew pounds away at her. The bed is rocking, and they're making smacking and slamming noises. Then she makes one loud wail, with her intense orgasm. Damn, I could never get her off like that!

"Oh baby, I'm coming! The pitcher slammed and made one final deep thrust and held it there, indicating he was inseminating my girlfriend's pussy.

I beat my meat furiously, and shot my load all over myself.

The pitcher and my girlfriend lay there in the afterglow of their intercourse, engaging in pillow talk. That didn't last long. Andrew quickly got hard again when Jennifer put her hand around his penis, and the pitcher was fucking my girlfriend a second time.

This time Andrew took his time, turning my girlfriend in different sexual positions, pistoning in and out of her, taking from her and giving to her all kinds of pleasure-- pleasure I was unable to give. She moaned and howled in orgasmic ecstasy as the pitcher planted his second of semen in Jennifer for the night. I was watching them while I jacked off, but my ejaculate fell harmlessly to the floor.

The three of us fell asleep, crowding a bed for two. The pitcher laid on his back, confident, clearly in control of his environment, still wearing his ball cap. He had one arm around my girlfriend, who in turn lay on her side next to him, an arm draped over his chest. I barely stayed on the edge of the bed on the other side of Andrew, having to lay on my side, having to hold onto Andrew's other arm, being careful not to fall off, facing him.

The pitcher's breathing was light, easy. I looked at his naked body lying there. Obeying an impulse, I touched his nipple. When he didn't respond, I knew he was asleep. I put my mouth on it. It tasted salty. Yeah, he didn't take a shower, and neither did I, so the bedsheets will be grungy and smelly. Yeah, they'll have to be changed in the morning.

I looked over his body, trying to figure out the secret to his dominance over me. I stared at his penis. I thought about putting it in my mouth, but I've already done that. Nothing unusual about it, certainly no bigger than mine. It looked just like what any of the hundreds of jocks I had seen in the showers over the years had. Likewise, his testicles were average, unspectacular. What I can''t figure out is why I want to submit to the pitcher, why I WANT to suck his cock and watch him fuck my girlfriend.

I kissed him on the cheek, and fell asleep.

 

[Autolycus]

Thanks for an amazing update