Willpower

By Jason Pinaster

We were perfectly balanced, both of us exerting pressure on each other’s body, both of us straining to make the other submit, both of us surviving on willpower alone. Felix had his arms wrapped around my belly and was squeezing as hard as he could.

I was having a hard time breathing, but so was he—first of all because taking a breath would force him to relax his arm muscles, second of all because I had my arm wrapped around his neck. His chest was pressed against my back, hot and sweaty.

My foot between his legs meant that Felix couldn’t try to dislodge my arms by falling forward. And falling backwards would strain his knees and let me sink my choke hold in deeper. If I tried to fall, I risked his head sliding out from between my arms.

Like I said, perfectly balanced.

It was a test of wills; whoever had the most grit would win the fight, would obtain complete and utter domination over the loser.

Willpower was originally serialized on Patreon where it continues to be available to subscribers; its sequel is available only at www.patreon.com/JasonPinaster

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Apr 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005883874

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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Willpower © 2022 by Jason Pinaster

Some of Jason Pinaster’s Other Erotic Wrestling Stories:

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Sex Wrestler

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Sex Wrestler II

Oya

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Dodge Ball

Motivating Larry

Jobber Girl

Grapevine Agony

Belly Punched

Lusting After Larry

Time to Submit?

Fi vs Riley

Payoff

Grapevine Squeeze

Tickle Time

For the sequel to Willpower and other exclusive wrestling content, please see his Patreon page: www.patreon.com/JasonPinaster

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2022; all rights reserved.

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

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to FightPulse

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

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Willpower

How do you like my new trunks? he asked. His new ‘trunks’ barely covered his midsection and their thin fabric put his cock and balls on full display. His big belly spilled over the top of the waistband.

Black suits you, I told him.

He smiled at the compliment. You look gorgeous today.

Just today?

Luke blushed at being caught out. Zora, you’re always… I just meant…

I gave his cheek a light slap. We were circling at the beginning of the fight and my tap to his face was the first time that day we’d actually touched. It’s okay, I told him. But maybe you could be a bit more specific.

Luke licked his lips. Your long brunette hair has a lustrous sheen. A big forehead means you’re intelligent. Sparkling amber eyes set deep mean that you’re perceptive. Perfectly proportioned cheeks, nose, mouth and chin. Sleek arms, with just enough muscle. Natural breasts a full handful. Flat strong waist. Nice hips. Powerful legs.

Thank you for the inventory, Luke. But what’s my best feature?

The way your pubic bone sticks out on top of your pussy.

But I’m wearing a bikini, Luke. You can’t see that.

A smile spread across his lips. I remember. From last time. He extended a hand towards my chest, but I batted it away.

You haven’t said anything about my bikini.

Pink suits you, Zora.

That’s it? ‘Pink’?

I’ll give you my tactile assessment later.

You wouldn’t dare try to touch my bikini, would you, Luke?

He shook his head and smiled, the one contradicting the other.

Luke was a paying client. We had known each other a long time and he was fun to wrestle with, so if need be I would probably fight him for free. But it was okay that he was paying. Paying clients were more specific about what they wanted. But I always made it clear that the fee was for the wrestling and only for the wrestling. Anything that happened after the fight had to be earned during the fight.

Luke lunged forward and I let him trip me down to the foam mats covering the floor. Each of his hands brushed across my breasts and his right gave a little squeeze. I like this bikini, he said.

I rolled him over onto his back and got him into a schoolgirl pin, my hands pressing his wrists to the mats on either side of his ears. My eyes forced him to lock his eyes onto mine. And just what is it about my bikini that you like?

It’s soft and thin and I can feel your nipples.

Feeling me up is going to cost you.

We had met three days ago to negotiate what would happen during the fight. Although, it wasn’t much of a negotiation. I started out by mentioning a figure, the same amount as he had paid last time, though I tacked on the tip. Luke hemmed and hawed until I’d undone enough buttons on my white silk blouse to clearly expose my black lace bra. Then he doubled the amount of what I’d asked.

"I want to