Showing a Newbie the Ropes

Beads of sweat ran down my face and dripped off my chin, splashing onto the rugged tread as the loud thuds from my running shoes echoed around the brightly lit gym. The bright florescents beamed down into my eyes yet I still kept my gaze centered with the only movement being the slight bounce of my body with every strenuous step. My body felt like it was on fire, my lungs pulling in oxygen that burned in my tummy while the rest of the world melted into nothingness around me. I was almost there, almost finished, the numbers on the treadmill counting down one by one til there was almost nothing left. Every part of my body was caked in sweat, feeling it drip off my nose and run down my back in little streaks that painted me like a fish that had just made it's way out of the water.

The simple white t-shirt I normally wore clung to my body like a second set of skin, making simple wet 'thwaps' whenever I moved. My red and black basketball shorts swung from my thighs while something red slithered and wiggled beneath the surface like a red dragon waiting to take flight. A simplistic red thong, one that stuck between my cheeks and made my butt look way bigger than it actually was. Athletic spandex sinking into two framed cheeks and soaking up that sweat like a dirty rag being used to clean two wet balloons. Inside my head I was focused on the feeling of how it sat between my cheeks, how it slid up and down along my member and how it just barely covered my hole. It was meant for women, obviously, yet still it just felt RIGHT when it was pressed against me so sensually. Something about it just being there made the run much more stimulating.

I was almost finished, almost at the finish line, the numbers just about to hit zero as I sprinted to release the final bit of energy my body had been hanging onto when suddenly something snapped my from my haze and nearly sent me tripping over my own feet.

"Oh my god.. Are you.. You're the champ here right?"

My head snapped to the side as my foot skidded along the rugged conveyor and my whole body jolted forward. I nearly fell face first into the LCD display as my hands quickly grappled with the edges of the treadmill. Finally I tugged myself upright, breathing heavy as I threw my feet onto the platforms along the edges, allowing the treadmill to slow to a stop. My head scanned the gym as I tried to find the person talking to me, taking in the sight of all the different men who clung to different areas of the floor in little cliques. The clanging of metal weights finally smashed against my ears like the sounds of a bullet as I fully exited the little runners high that I had going on. My arm came up, wiping the sweat from my brow and sending it cascading to the side. My lungs burned and my body ached while my entire form heaved with laborious pants. Finally I spotted him, someone I had never seen before, which was rare since I had been here for so long.

He was short but strong. His shirt clung to the hills and valleys of the muscles that sat just barely visible under the surface. It looked like he had purposefully bought something that was too tight, probably trying to show off what he had to make up for his lack of height. A little smirk appeared over my lips at the thought.

"Oh! Sorry I didn't see you there. I am." My voice sounded nonchalant, almost uninterested even though I had tried to pump some energy into it.

I could see the slight ghost of a frown that appeared over his lips when I said I didn't see him but it was quickly whisked away by another enthusiastic smile that stretched over his lips. He just.. stood there for a second, not really saying anything as if he was waiting for me to come down and join him. It was slightly annoying but I knew it couldn't be helped, pushing the stop button on the treadmill as I hopped down and stood in front of him. My eyes widened in slight surprise; I was average in height yet still I towered a good almost foot above him, though he didn't seem bothered as he stood there with that goofy smile on his face.

"I'm honestly a bit surprised.. I expected the champ to be.. I don't know.. Hmm.. More built I guess." Was that the hint of a challenge I heard in his voice? No, it definitely couldn't be. I had to have been hearing things from the slight exhaustion that was painting my brain.

"Built?" I said, my eyebrow cocking as I looked down at my body. I did kind of look like a string bean but to me it was always more about skill rather than just brute force. Most of my opponents had learned that too, the hard way.

"Yeah! Built. You know, muscle covered.. You hardly look like you could lift any of your opponents." A little giggle ran from his lips and my eyes quickly narrowed as a soft smirk ran over my lips. Who did this little brat think he was? Who came into a champs gym and just instantly started to talk trash?

"Uh.. huh.. Well I assure you, I can definitely pick my opponents up. Normally slams are how I start most of my matches." I was trying my best to hide my disdain but I could feel it leaking out like water dripping from a corroded pipe.

"Oh trust me I know. I saw how you slammed your last opponent around though.. it seemed pretty sloppy honestly. I'm guessing most of the people in this gym are rookies?" I could see his enthusiastic smile slowly exchange itself for a nasty little smirk and by now I was meeting his facial expression in kind.

"Do you think you could do any better?" By now all pleasantries had evaporated from my voice. "You seem a little short for wrestling. Actually.. are you even old enough to do this stuff? You know this gym is only 21 and up right?" My voice was soft and sensual, a taunting tone that was clearly eliciting a challenge.

"Pfft.. Course I am. I just turned 21 not too long ago. I honestly know I could do better, that's why I came here." I could hear all that confidence dripping from his every word which began to stoke some fires in me, sending light amounts of lust through my gaze.

"You know I don't just take on every newcomer that struts in through the door." I gave him an out.

"If you're scared why don't you just say that then." He obviously didn't take it.

"I'm not, just waiting for you to throw down the challenge." I snickered softly, biting my bottom lip as I stared at him through eyes that beamed confidence; I didn't get to where I was by being scared. My hands sat on my hips with my legs just barely spread. I looked as big as a bear and he looked like a cowering rat.

"Fine. I want to wrestle you." I could see the slight tinge of red appearing over his cheeks as he broke from my gaze and found a particularly interesting spot on the floor to observe.

"Are you sure? You know I just ran right? You sure you don't mind wrestling while I'm covered in sweat?" My voice at this point was fluttering around his head, poking at his confidence and making him regret this whole exchange; I could see it in the slight quiver of his bottom lip and the way his fingers tugged and fumbled at his shorts. The beautiful part though, he was already in my trap. He had to either plow forward or surrender his dignity. There was one thing a fool could never do, admit that they were wrong.

"I-I'm sure." His voice faltered, sounding like a whisper being swept up by the wind.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you. I asked if you're sure." I could hear him plain as day, but a lion loved to play with it's food.

"I'm sure! Fuck. Just go get in the ring damnit." His voice dripped desperation which made my tongue trace my soft lips in a semi circle.

"Perfect! Honestly I've been needing some practice. Let me go find an announcer and a ref. If you want feel free to go get in something comfy and slide into the ring! Oh! I haven't even asked your name. I'm Gage, and you are?" It must've caused him whiplash, the switch from my nasty dominant attitude to a sweet almost welcoming tone. I could see the slight surprise blossom behind his glimmering eyes as he struggled to say something.

"E-Eric." By the time the name had slipped from his lips I had turned and made my way in the opposite direction. I waved over my shoulder, acknowledging him as I went off to get things ready.

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I could feel the frayed edge of the rope run along my smooth legs as it bit lightly into the flesh and gave just the hint of some pain to go along with the excitement coursing my body. My fingers clung to the middle rope, curling around then wire as I slid into the ring. I spent an agonizingly long time bent over the middle rope, feeling it rub up between my legs like a caterpillar wiggling between my legs. My member was already beginning to harden as little darkened spots of excitement glistened over the soft piece of red spandex that clung to my sex like a set of second skin. My foot shimmied across the canvas as I finally slipped off the rope and stood at my full height. The canvas felt rough and dirty, like it had never been cleaned of the sweat and grime and blood that had once been dripped onto it.

The announcers voice boomed behind me, drawing a small crowd away from their workout machines as they looked on quizzically and wandered towards the ring. This wasn't some scheduled match so I wasn't expecting a roaring crowd, though a few onlookers was never a bad thing.

"Hello hello, is this thing on?" The announcer tapped lightly on the mic, causing a bit of static to flood the air. "WELCOME WELCOME ladies and gents! Tonight we have an impromptu match. It seems Gage has decided to entertain a complete newbie in the ring. Let's see if he has what it takes!"

I looked across the ring, a small smirk settling in over my features as I saw the gaze and the open mouth that was staring at me from across the ring. Eric looked like a demigod who had been plucked from Olympus and thrown down to face me in combat as one final challenge before ascending to godhood. His body was chiseled, abs breaking apart his body like stones protruding from a wall. His biceps had veins crawling up it like snakes making their way up a mountain, protruding like mountains along a plain. He looked like he could bench press a truck right after squatting a star. He had strength in spades, yet skill? That part I doubted.

My fingers rumbled along the ropes as I walked along the edge of the ring. My eyes never left his body, scanning it as if I was a robot who had come to observe human life.

His thighs formed up against each other, muscles rubbing together over thick thighs that could break an oak log in two. In between those thighs sat something that had stolen my attention like a thief in the night. A thick bulge sat plastered against tight form fitting spandex, stretching the synthetic material to it's limit and nearly causing it to be see through. I could see just about everything, a vein, the head, the bulbous balls that begged to be let free from the tight prison. The spandex was little more than pure white underwear. It didn't cover his whole butt but it did cover a majority, making it look like two balloons that were wrestling for control behind him. It all nearly made a moan thread itself from my lips.

I begrudgingly pulled my eyes away, letting them travel up his nearly naked body before settling in on that picture perfect face. It was a simple head framed in locks of blonde hair that tumbled down his cheeks like golden waterfalls. It was a surfers haircut, long luscious hair that was clearly taken care of yet not styled particularly well. It hung just about shoulder length. I couldn't wait to see how it looked when it was pulled taut by my fingers. His face was chiseled just like every other part of his body, jawline coming together in a tiny point. Blue eyes stared at me with disdain while pursed lips sat in an impatient line.

I finally reached my corner, turning on a dime as my eyes looked out among the new age gym. It was as white as heaven (thought the wrestling was anything but) and just as modern. Every inch of the space was spotless with only the scent of sweat giving the idea that this was a gym at all. Machines sat tucked into perfect rows surrounding a massive new ring that sat plain in the center. The ropes were as red as cherries, clinging tight to the metal corners. Red rubber turnbuckles barely covered the metal that protruded from the corner, giving an air of safety while offering none.

I finally snapped my gaze back to Eric and the ref stared at both of us through hard features before waving us to the center.

I strutted to the middle, pushing away from the ropes and Eric seemed to do the same. It seemed he had found his confidence on his way to the ring which made me even more excited, causing my member to stretch at the elastic fibers in my bottoms. We stood close, nary a foot between us as Eric looked down in disgust. His voice split the air between us first.

"A thong? You're fucking joking. What are you? Some type of freak?" It seemed he had dropped the catty attitude from earlier and had replaced it with a much more dominant tone. I definitely wasn't complaining.

"What's wrong? You don't wanna wrestle me when I'm wearing this? Afraid of what might happen to you?" I taunted.

"Pft. You're literally skin and bones. I'm starting to think you're the champ of losing. I was already unimpressed but this.. this is just pathetic. We'll see how you feel about that thong when I'm flossing your fucking cheeks with it." He nearly spat the words up at me.

"I'm going to have you repeat that little threat when I'm making you tap the canvas over and over again. Don't worry, you'll get a good look at this thong. A nice.. upclose.. look." I nearly whispered the final words, leaning in and down so that my face was inches from his. My warm breath smacked his face and I watched his already rosy cheeks turn a shade that resembled the skin of an apple.

He didn't have anything left to say, and neither did I. I could see his eyes running along the entire length of my form.

My face wasn't framed with hair, instead nothing but the slight stubble of a hastily done buzz cut sat atop my head. Little glitters of gold shimmered from my head from the blonde pinpricks of hair. Some light stubble protruded from my cheeks and framed my jawline perfectly, giving an air of masculinity that wasn't easily broken. Green eyes stared down into those baby blues while pink lips sat curved in a smirk. My arms weren't anything particularly impressive, thin string beans that hardly looked like they could lift ten pounds, much less a person. The rest of my body was average, a simplistic six pack stretching across my tummy, giving some hills and valleys to the otherwise unimpressive form.

There were however hints of treasure hidden among this otherwise unassuming body; Thighs that were so thick they could have made just about anyone submit with just a simple squeeze, a bulge that dwarfed Eric's like the size of the sun compared to the earth and finally a booty that swallowed that red thong with impudence; Those were the things that had made me the champ, that and skill of course.

I stood in my corner, arms slung over the ropes as the rugged wires bit into my pristine skin like the thorns on a rose; my teeth were chewing away on the inside of my mouth from the pain, holding back a sensual moan that had made it's home deep in my throat. I could already feel my member hardening under the tight spandex, begging to stand at attention like a good little soldier. My fingers plucked at the ropes, trying my best to keep my mood in check as the announcers voice FINALLY boomed over the clean speakers.

"Alright ladies and gents! Let's get this show on the road. Let's see if the newbie has what it takes to finally knock the champ from his throne. And guys.. make this enjoyable huh?"

DING DING DING!

The sound of the metallic bell sent shockwaves through my excited heart as an electrical shock ran it's ran it's way up my already shivering spine.

I broke from the corner, pushing away from the safety of the metal post and warm turnbuckles, stepping out onto the rugged, bouncy canvas. Eric had already bounded from his corner, a confident smirk settling over his pretty features as he strutted to the center of the ring. He stood there, perfect hands open and floating in front of his body in something that resembled a sumo stance. His fingers slightly wiggled as if begging for me to come lock up and try myself against him. His muscled glistened under the fluorescent lights, shimmering like a chiseled diamond.

"What's wrong loser? Come lock up with me. Let's see who's stronger. I wanna show everyone how pathetic the champ really is." It seemed he had found his confidence in between our last talk and his walk to the ring. He was now eyeing me like a hungry wolf would eye a piece of meat.

I slowly slid forward. My own rugged hands floated in front of my chest like feathers fluttering in wind. I came closer and closer, my hands reaching for his own as our fingers nearly touched. I could see him sucking on his tongue with excitement, so sure of himself. Then.. I was no longer in front of him. I was as quick as lightning, stepping in closer to Eric and dodging right under his thick arms. My already sweaty body slid around his like an ice skater sliding across a rink. We traded sweat, my abs rumbling across his side as I stepped in behind him and glued my body to his. My arms wrapped around his torso as my muscles bulged to the surface. My fingers explored the hills and valleys of his defined abs before linking together in an unbreakable chain. My body was pushed firmly against his own as my already solid member ground tightly against his barely covered booty. I could feel the closeness, the spandex making it almost feel like bare skin was rubbing against bare skin. Our sweat mixed in between us, making a scent that assaulted my nostrils as I tugged him up off the canvas and displayed his perfect body like a trophy on a shelf. His back was suddenly crushed as I heard a pained gasp of air erupt from his lips. His stomach began to indent, the abs that had never been punished showing just how fragile they were. He was stuck in a reverse bear hug with his feet inches off the ground. His ass was still forced against my member which was indenting the tight white spandex. I sunk slightly between his round cheeks, and already I knew the embarrassment was setting in just because of his reaction.

His feet began to bicycle kick in the air as his cheeks lit up like a red neon sign. His muscled arms flailed in the air, searching for purchase while trying desperately to reach me. He stretched just about as far as he could yet I sat just out of reach of his anguished grasp.

"B..Bitch! L-Lemme down! M..mmgh..." His shaky voice was suddenly shrill as he spoke.

"How about you ask nicely and I'll think about it." I whispered, my hot breath running down the base of his spine as my arms squeezed tight against his broken abs like a boa preparing for it's latest meal. I could hear another shaky exhale of air as Eric struggled to breath while he was held in the air. At this point I could feel my hard cock poking fully into his panties, sinking ever so slightly deeper in between his jello like cheeks. I could feel the soft flesh nearly sucking on my member as trapped moans sat stuck between my wanting lips.

"A..ack...P-Please.." His wimpering voice did naught other than egg me on as I tightened the hold.

"Well.. since you asked so sweetly." My sensual voice flowed from my lips as I pivoted on my foot and went straight to the canvas.

Eric's face smashed into the unforgiving canvas with a dull thud as his sweat covered body laid perfectly flush. I was now on his back, pinning him to the canvas as he began to slowly stir underneath me, trying to find purchase on the sweat soaked canvas. My fingers found his hair as I sat up straight on his back. We were butt to butt, with my jello like cheeks utterly encompassing his like a cheesy fondue. My fingers slowly tightened around those beautiful strands of hair, yanking and tugging as I moved my hips back and forth like a belly dancer performing a routine. My hard cock ran through the valley of his cheeks and the stimulating touch of spandex running across the full length of my member sent shivers down my spine. I could hear Eric sputter on the canvas he tried to find some words to speak but only ended up spilling moans into the air.