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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Subdued


                                                    From  http://rasslemaleart.tumblr.com/

In the picture above, two stud wrestlers have met in the gym after hours to settle an old score.  The guy in the red singlet is a state champion who has beaten the guy in the blue singlet.  The guy in the red singlet is extremely popular in school and is one of those guys who just always seems to have everything go his way.  The guy in the blue singlet is sick of the red singlet.  He's tired of being beaten.  Tired of how stuck-up red is, how popular and how handsome.

And so they meet.  The match goes well for the red singlet.  He scores points, and is soon ahead.  But blue singlet has other plans.  He goes for red singlet's balls and cock, and starts to work them over through his singlet.  Red singlet tries to pay no attention to it, but soon he grows hard and his cock throbs at each touch from blue singlet.

Points begin to go out the window, as blue singlet gets red in a body scissors and reaches down into red's singlet where he grabs a hand full of cock and balls.  He squeezes and red lets out a low moan - not of pain, but of pleasure.

The, unexpectedly, blue hoists red up and turns him upside down where he uses his bear hug to squeeze the breath from red all the while using his tongue to work red's balls.  Red tries to escape.  Tries to reach around and break blue's hold, but the tongue on his balls is too much and his red singlet grows wet with pre-cum.  His singlet is stretched out exposing his chiseled chest, and his cock grows harder and harder as red realizes that he is trapped and at blue's mercy.

How will this end?



Saturday, April 19, 2014

A Superhero Unmasked and Defeated

A recurring fantasy of mine is to wrestle someone whom I should be able to beat, but who turns the tables on me.  Whenever I see a story that someone has written about this sort of thing, and guys who write stories about wrestling fantasies write about this sort of thing fairly regularly, it usually involves the debasement of a superhero.  The hero races in to battle the villain, only to have the villain pull some under-handed trick that renders the hero helpless.  He is then stripped of his uniform and mask, and then sexually tortured.

I've always wanted to recreate that scenario, but to tell the truth, I've never really done much role play.  Once, quite a few years ago, I wrestled a guy who lived in Memphis who was into role playing.  He was extremely handsome and wanted to be the hero.  I was assigned the role of the evil villain.  We wrestled at his house, and I subdued him and then made him my slave for the afternoon.

There is something very satisfying about watching a muscular guy humbled and tied up.  Forced to do your bidding.

I think this all goes back to a wrestling match I had with a guy in High School.  I was in gym class and I was assigned to wrestle this kid who was generally considered to be a book worm.  Funny thing was, I was as much of a book worm as that guy, but I hid it.  Anyway, my friends all wanted me to kick his ass, but when I got on the mats with him, I found that he was an extremely good wrestler.  Very smart and very calm.  He pinned me.

The humiliation that I felt, being pinned to the mats by this guy whom I should have beaten, my friends laughing at me, the coach with that look on his face.  All of that should have been something that I quickly forgot.  But I did not.  It has stayed with me all these years.  I had enjoyed it. I actually wanted to wrestle the kid again. 

But I never did.  And so, I - like a lot of guys - am left with this unsatisfied urge to wrestle and be beaten.

Now, the thing about this scenario that I should point out is that I have to wrestle someone that I should be able to beat.  It has never worked that well with me against guys who are a lot bigger than me.  And I wind up wrestling big guys fairly often. 

No, it needs to be someone more my size. 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

What's Been Going On?

When I arrived at his hotel room, I knew what to expect.  We had been corresponding for weeks.  We'd sketched out what we wanted from each other and I knew that he intended to dominate me. 

I knocked, sort of tentatively.  He opened the door and he looked just like his pictures.  He wasn't so much bigger than me.  In fact, I had more muscle than him.  I would guess we were within about ten pounds of each other.  He was thin, with a shaved head, and he grinned when he saw me. 

We greeted each other, perfunctorily, and he led me to one side of the room where he stepped back and looked me over.  Then, methodically and slowly, he stripped me of my clothes.  At each stage, he'd step back and admire his work.  I could see that he was hard through his jeans and he snapped pics and grinned at me.  Soon, he had me totally naked.  I flexed a little for him - in order to intimidate him - but it didn't work.  He knew he was going to own me.
He turned me around and I heard him take a few more pics of me, then he was right behind me and I felt his arms around me.  At first is was soft.  An almost loving embrace.  But then he caught me in a bear hug and dragged me to the bed.  He was on me in a flash, me naked and hard, him in just a pair of jeans.  We wrestled back and forth.  I sensed I could beat him.  I was far more muscular than him.

And I turned him over and pinned him to the bed.  But as I was gloating over my victory, he turned the tables. He reached down and began to message my hard cock.  His hand was strong and he worked the head and tip, distracting me.  He had me over and on my back, as he worked my cock, grinning.

"You're weak, little boy," he whispered to me, as he pinned me.  I fought to escape, and was again working over into a position to pin him, when he caught hold of me again and began to jack me.  I tried to fight it off, tried to ignore it, but I was weakening.  He caught me in a reversal and pulled me over and across him so that my back was to his chest.  He pulled my head way back and worked my cock, all the while taunting me for being so weak, so helpless.

Soon, he'd worked me around and clamped chains on my feet.  Again, I fought him, but he worked my cock so skillfully that I collapsed onto the bed.  He then shackled my arms. 

For the next two hours he worked me over.  He used a variety of devices on me.  Brushes, his mouth, his hands, a vibrator.  He edged me and edged me for so long until I begged him to let me cum.  And when I did, it was huge.  A great gush of cum that spurted across the bed and across my chest.

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The above is a true story.  That was last week.  A week before that I wrestled Rivalwrestler from Texas who came up and did essentially the same thing to me - although he tied me up.




Before that, I made a trip out to Oklahoma City where I wrestled a few different guys.  I had a really good time out there.  Met a nice guy from Witchita who drove all the way down to wrestle with me.  We got out the tarp and wrestled in oil.  I think we had a great time.

And I wrestled another guy in Ok City who came over during lunch, and wrestled with me.  He was pretty hot and he got me in holds where I was immobilized.  Then he'd work my cock like a mad man until I was unable to fight him.