My name is John and I'm a man who knows what he wants when it comes to sex. I like to be dominated and I have a wrestling fetish. Tonight, was amazing as I got to live both aspects at once.
I've spent some time on wrestling sites, watching videos and chatting with like-minded individuals. It's on one of these sites that I learned of an amateur wrestling event taking place in my city. I read some of the details on the ad...MvsM, WvsW and intergender matches, with erotic forfeits involved...my cock hardened from the thought. The rules were loosely explained as well. Both wrestlers began the matches barefoot in singlets, with jockstraps or thongs. There were no time limits and matches were won when a wrestler submits or passes out. Most matches involved collegiate-style holds and takedowns, with the kicker being that sexual actions - gropes, wedgies etc. - were allowed and encouraged. After reading the entire ad, my mind was made up. I needed to sign up and participate.
The event was held in a rather nondescript warehouse in the industrial district. The venue was an open room with a well-lit large square wrestling mat in the center. There were about 200 seats scattered around the outside, hidden in dim lighting. Every seat was soon filled, and the crowd seemed to be a decent mix of men and women.
The announcer, a bald man in his mid-forties stepped to the center of the mat and welcomed the crowd to the event. He promised a good show and said that there were 5 matches scheduled for tonight. The main event (my match) had a special stipulation attached, it was a "slave match". No explanation was provided but there were excited murmurs throughout the crowd at this news.
The first two matches were entertaining but somewhat pedestrian wrestling fare. The 3rd and 4th matches are where things picked up. In the 3rd, one of the men sported an impressive erection under his singlet and appeared to be on the verge of cumming in his singlet before pulling out a shocking win. In the 4th, a woman was stripped to her waist. Her beautiful c-cups were on display for at least 2 minutes before she finally submitted. I already was unbelievably horny and I didn't even wrestle yet.
That brought us to the match of the evening, and the announcer returned to the mat to fill in some of the blanks. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the MAIN EVENT of the evening. This match is a SLAVE MATCH." The crowd erupted at this statement and the announcer paused to allow cheers before continuing "Before a wrestler can secure a victory, they MUST strip their opponent completely naked." There were even more cheers from the crowd and some of the audience even gave a standing ovation. "The loser of the match will be the winner's slave for 30 minutes. That's right! They'll be at the whims and wants of the winner. Now let's meet our wrestlers!"
Evidently, that was our cue. I stepped to the edge of the mat directly across from a woman, my opponent. I heard wolf whistles directed at both of us. I have shaggy brown hair, trimmed beard, porcelain skin, a perfect amount of body hair and a lean swimmer's physique. I have a decent amount of muscle but not to the level of being bulky.
My opponent was a walking wet dream. Her name was Dany, and she was statuesque in every sense of the word. Well-built shoulders and legs, blonde hair tied back in a shoulder-length ponytail, bronze skin, c-cups, perky ass, and legs that went on for days. As I stared down my opponent I had one thought. Win or lose, this was the woman that would fulfill a fantasy for me.
Introductions concluded and staff members doused the mat and us with baby oil. We both were wearing black skin-tight lycra singlets, which when covered with the oil showcased every single curve and aspect of our bodies. I could feel dozens of eyes staring at my ass and my bulge. The attention drove me wild and I started to get hard. The announcer made one final appearance and signaled for the match to start.
We began by circling along the edge of the mat, trying to size each other up. I decided to make the first move and closed the distance stepping towards Dany. As I approached I realized that she was taller than him by 4 or 5 inches. I couldn't help but thing about how difficult it would be take her down...and how much I wanted to get lost in those legs.