I want him to wrap his big, strong, muscular arms around my neck, ever so slowly squeezing tighter and tighter while quietly humming the melody of "The Briar and the Rose" (the Niamh Parsons and The Loose Connections version rough ridin' of course), until his glorious, manly arms completely constrict my airway. Just moments before I black out, he releases and whispers, "I know every man is a wildcat, but you're my wildcat...and I'm in complete control." He releases me and vanishes like a ghost, leaving my fully erect penis quivering and my brow soaked with sweat.
No homo of course, haha, just as banter.