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Joe reacted proudly to my stunned expressions and bold comments. He had to have suspected that my attraction to him was much more than what your typical teacher or coach should have for a student or athlete. I could not refrain, however, from honestly revealing the profound pleasure he was providing me. He motioned with his finger to come closer and said, "Here, get a few close-ups for the fans." I moved in and filmed each body part from about a foot away finding it difficult not to reach out and cop a feel of Joe's hard body. The recorder was connected to a small television screen, and Joe's attention was focused there. He tensed each muscle to its max sending the testosterone level in the room to new heights. He made several rather cocky remarks as he watched himself on the small television sceen instead of the mirror as each part of his anatomy was featured up close. "Damn, I DO look good don't I?...oh yeah, there's power in them there arms... here, check this out... boom... boom... look at that... not bad, huh?... boom...oh yeah... you know, I don't think I realized just how buff I am!... bring it on, man... yeah...yeah..." He pumped up his pecs with tense most muscular poses and I kept checking to be certain the camera was on...I couldn't believe I was capturing this on video and I didn't want to miss a thing. He flexed and felt his powerful arms and once again ran his fingers sexily across a six-pack of ripped abs punching himself in the gut as the sweat began to flow. "Hhyugh... hhyugh". I didn't want him to stop so I gradually stepped back for some full upper body shots and directed him to strike a variety of poses that showed off every major muscle. This young stud had become a magnificent speciman of manood and he was giving me a private posing session. I had created a monster I thought as Joe took over the director's job and told ME how to capture him at the best angles. My only major problem was that I was trying to keep from exposing the hard-on which had erected the minute he took his shirt off! I was fortunate to be wearing a robe which hopefully was covering my excitement, and glad that Joe was into his own body's bulges more than mine. I didn't know that this overt demonstration of muscle would affect me in such a way; I simply knew I was dealing with emotions I had never felt before. My cock must have grown another inch, however, when Joe asked if I had a tape measure! He wanted to know the size of his arms, so I quickly grabbed the tape from behind the doorknob and jumped at the chance to wrap my hand around those hard biceps. Joe pumped up his right arm and I snuck in a quick feel before watching him stretch the tape to over 16"! Incredible! My own arm once measured 15 1/2" at its best and I thought I was pretty impressive. Joe allowed me to measure his chest next. I was shaking as this allowed me again to shamelessly touch his hard body. I brushed my hands around his lats, back, and chest as I matched the tape cold to around the number 38 and then watched Joe expand his lats making the tape surge and then inch to over 48"! My chest measured 45" and I had over 5" in height on Joe and at least 25 pounds. I was simultaneously amazed and depressed that young Joe had surpassed me greatly in muscular size. I never would have believed it! I snuck in a quick measure of his tight waist which barely made 28" around his jeans. My waist had ballooned up to 34" and I sadly did the math to compare my 10" taper to Joe's unreal 20" differentiation between chest and waist. I didn't share the comparison with him. Satisfied with his stats and apparently motivated to demonstrate his strength, Joe moved to the weight bench and knelt down on one side. He located his shirt and, while staring at me with a strange smile, slowly wiped the sweat from his arm pits and upper body and tossed the shirt in the corner. A masculine aroma filled the room. "Come over here", he challanged, "let's have a little arm wrestling competition". Apparently he was serious, so I obediently yet nervously repositioned the video camera on top of the tv and angled it to catch the action. This gave my cock time to deflate, partially in fear that I was setting myself up for a mighty ego fall. I slowly removed my robe, only slightly embarrassed by my body. Yes, I had added a few inches around the middle, but I still maintained a good physique tipping the scales at around 185 on a 5'10" frame. I tried to convince myself that I could surely handle my smaller, though obviously more muscular, former student... couldn't I? We locked grips as I prepared in my mind to teach this brash young man a lesson in humility. Joe tried a little intimidation by flexing his pumped up bicep and twisting his forearm to make the veins dance, but I was in competition mode now and tried to ignore his attempt. I was trying to imagine my opponent as the small kid whom everybody picked on when he grinned and said, "say when". I quickly said "go" thinking I might get a quick start, but instead was met by a wall of opposition. An immovable force and a confident sneer startled me into reality. We held this stalemate momentarily until I suddenly got the feeling that Joe was simply playing with me. I knew I was in trouble when he let out a heavy breath and some animalistic, gutteral sounds as he proceeded to take this teacher to school. I pushed with all my strength, but it was clear that I was going down. Joe growled menacingly as he slowly and methodically pressed my arm to the bench and held it there until I was forced to make eye contact with him. His eyes told a story of domination. All those years of being pushed around and intimidated were looking at me now somewhat viciously, I thought, and I felt a slight tinge of fear. "No," I said to myself, "I'm Mr. Edwards, Joe's teacher and friend; get hold of yourself." To break the tension, I said somewhat jokingly, "two out of three?" Joe put up the other arm without comment. Again, he smiled confidently, flexing his bicep, this time watching only my eyes as I gazed at the muscles that were going to take me down for a second time, and third, and fourth. No matter how I tried, I was being easily and completely outmuscled. After seven consecutive defeats, I was exhausted and physically and mentally destroyed. I told Joe I'd had enough, but he countered with, "NO no no no no... we're not finished; let's try a test of strength a little more your style... surely you're not gonna let Little Joe get the best of you are you coach?" I liked hearing him call me coach, yet I realized that Joe had taken charge now, and I instinctively knew there was no arguing with him. He rose to his feet and held his hands above his head. I followed his lead thinking that I really should be able to press his hands down due to my height and weight advantage. We locked hands after Joe had adjusted the camera to catch the new encounter, and I falsely thought I felt a bit of success as I used my height as leverage. But here came those gutteral noises again as Joe let out a primal yell and employed his powerful wrists to bend my own wrists into an excrutiatingly painful backwards position. Another growl and he forced my knees to bend; then another growl and yet another press down until I was cowered on my knees in submission. Joe then savagely twisted my hands upwards bringing me back to my toes causing me to cry out in pain. Joe was laughing viciously as he once again changed to an overhand grip that forced me to my knees a second time. Joe repeatedly humiliated me at this game, refusing to stop although I begged him to repeatedly. I was experiencing total and complete humiliation at the hands of my former student. I looked up at his shirtless torso and confident grin and pleaded. But Joe was having too much fun. He commanded me to say "mercy", then "I submit" then "I submit.....sir" before finally loosening his grip. Although I felt completely demoralized, as the pain subsided, I realized that in some sick way, I was actually enJOYing his domination and wasn't ready for it to end. I had never come to grips with this side of my personality. I was a control freak who was used to being in charge, and being forced into submissiveness was new... and strangely exciting. Depite this feeling, I told Joe that I really needed to get to bed because of school the next day. It was already 1:30 a.m. and I definitely needed some sleep. At this point, Joe couldn't have cared less about my needs as he said, "Uh uh, no...no way, I'm not FINISHED with you yet, coach. You always wanted me to wrestle for you... well you're gonna get your wish. Let's WRESTLE!"