Squeezed: A Mixed Wrestling Story

By Jason Pinaster

“Skeet, I want you to wrestle Jax."

Seven short words, but they spoke volumes. Skeet was my name. Jax was a blonde fireball with a reputation for voracious appetites. Yes, those kind of appetites. The person speaking was the owner of the fetish wrestling gym where Jax was a member. As if I needed confirmation that fighting Jax would be a step up in difficulty, Sarah handed me a set of videos of her past bouts and told me to study them. Several days later I told Sarah I was ready. She raised an eyebrow but scheduled the match nonetheless.

As expected, Jax started fast and furious. We began standing and I had to chase her around the edge of the mats. She was glorious to watch—rippling thigh muscles, glutes clenching and releasing, feet always in the right position. As she moved, her pecs undulated beneath her breasts, letting her perfect mounds subtly slip and slide beneath her bikini. But best of all, every time Jax’s ankles crossed over, her bikini bottom accentuated the way her heavenly hips sloped into a perfect pelvis before rising up to the provocative prominence of her pubic bone.

My plan was to tire her out and get her aroused before submitting her the first time. Then I’d get her more tired and more aroused with each subsequent round. I’d win the first two rounds and then let her win the rest. On the other hand, maybe we’d have to see about the fifth round...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jun 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463157497

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Squeezed: A Mixed Wrestling Story © 2020 by Jason Pinaster

Other Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Squished

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Number One!

Pinning Pete

Bent

Sexfighters

Sexy-B Wrestling

Brawling at the Sexy-B

Scissored

Volatile VP at Sexy-B: An Erotic Wrestling Story

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2020; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to fightpulse.com

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories, most notably the Christopher Carter Series and the Lusty Lee Logs. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile.

Squeezed: A Mixed Wrestling Story © 2020 by Jason Pinaster

I woke up covered in sweat. Ordinarily that would be unpleasant. But this time I remembered the dream and a broad smile spread across my face.

I’d been wrestling at the Sexy-B gym. Not a bad place to be dreaming about. Bright lights had made it hot even before we started to wrestle. The announcer had already detailed the statistics of my opponent, a hot redhead named Adira and, as soon as the applause died down, he’d moved on to me. Skeeter stands a full six feet tall and weighs a hundred and eighty pounds. His win/loss record is an enviable six wins and six losses.

That provoked an even mix of cheers and boos. Why do they always add ‘er’ at the end of my name? And what’s with ‘a full’ in front of my height? Besides, I’d always felt that 182 centimeters sounded more impressive than six feet.

Adira charged in, bowled me onto my back, and got me into a school-girl pin—her thighs kneeling astride my torso, her arms pressing my wrists to the mats. She was wearing a skimpy black bikini. Her firm grip on my wrists meant that every time I tried to pull free her breasts jiggled sexily. I could feel her black bikini bottom on my torso.

The bout was custom and non-competitive, which is to say a request from the realms of my deepest darkest fantasies. I bucked up and caught a glimpse of crotch, legs, and ass as she went flying up and over my head. Before she could recover her equilibrium, I caught Adira in my own school girl pin. Her breasts were even more beautiful from this perspective. Except I had to slide down her body to prevent her from bucking me off.

My swimsuit had something extra inside when it pressed up against her bikini bottom and I had to adjust—

That distraction was all Adira needed to roll on top of me. She inserted her right leg between mine and mashed my erection between our pubic bones. I groaned, half in pain, half in pleasure.

Ready to give up? she asked.

I—

She lifted herself up, ready to smash back down, and I used the separation to spin her beneath me. I had my right leg between her legs and stroked that thigh up and down her crotch. Her eyes fluttered, then shut. She was obviously enjoying—

And that’s when my alarm clock had gone off. Still, it was a pleasant memory to play with as I showered, dressed, and had breakfast.

My day job was operating a construction crane twenty stories above an ant-hill of hard hats so, needless to say, I had to forget about the possible endings of my bout with Adira.

But while I was clambering down the ladder after a full day’s work hauling tub after tub of concrete and dumping them into the construction forms, my thoughts returned to Adira.

I had my leg between her legs, stroking pleasure into her sex. Her moans