The Custom

By Jason Pinaster

I tapped my finger against the screenplay which Tess, my friend, and sometimes lover, had given me. “This is just sex. There isn’t any wrestling.” It was supposed to have been a custom script for a fetish wrestling video.

Tess turned to the next page: “Yes, the roles are profoundly erotic. But it’s the wrestling that determines who plays which character.”

I made what I hoped was a cute grunt to indicate my disbelief as I adjusted my butt into a more comfortable position on the side of my bed. While the gold bikini I was wearing did a good job of displaying the glories of my bosom, it wasn’t made for sitting.

The fact that Tess was similarly attired, albeit in a red bikini, made it difficult to concentrate on my reading but I soon realized that she’d been right. One character had the dominant role while the other was submissive.

Tess pulled the script out of my hand before I’d gotten to the last page. I pushed her onto her back. There was no way that I was going to just hand her the alpha role!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: May 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215200766

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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The Custom © 2023 Jason Pinaster

Introduction: This story was originally published on my Deviant Art subscription service (Main and Bonus tiers) where each chapter is illustrated with a photo of the lovely Tilly and Galas. https://www.deviantart.com/jasonpinaster

Table of Contents

Introduction

Other Pinaster Stories

The Custom

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Back Notes

Copyright Notice

Work of Fiction Notice

Cover Credits: Many thanks to Sensually Savage Productions

Acknowledgements

Some of Jason Pinaster’s Other Erotic Combat stories:

Number One!

Jobber Flip

Camera One

Destroyed

Pinning Pete

Playing Possum

Red Rope Rumble

Right Hand Ready

Scissored

Seeking Sarah

Sex Wrestler

And for exclusive erotic combat content, please follow me at https://www.deviantart.com/jasonpinaster This story, along with accompanying photos was originally published on my upper two subscription tiers on Deviant Art where it continues to be available: https://www.deviantart.com/jasonpinaster/subscriptions New content is published monthly.

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.

The Custom

Chapter One Tess POV

Gemma looked resplendent in her shiny gold bikini. The fact that it hardly contrasted with her lightly tanned skin and blonde hair made her look almost nude which was a definite bonus. My red bikini, top and bottom, made no secret as to where it started and where it ended. Both swimsuits, if you could call them that, were skimpy and attached with flimsy ties.

I watched her expressions change as she scanned the screenplay I was holding up for her to read.

It’s a custom, I told her. We have to pretend to choke each other out.

And this is the script?

I nodded. First, we wrestle. On the mats. I added ‘on the mats’ because we were currently perched on the edge of Gemma’s bed. Then you challenge me to wrestle on the bed.

But you might get turned on. She pointed at a line on the page and smiled. Gemma had the most seductive smile.

So?

She pointed to the next line. And then they kiss. She kissed me.

I kissed her back and reached for one of her breasts.

But Gemma broke off the kiss, pushed my hand away, and tapped the page I was holding. Tess—this is just sex. Not wrestling.

I flipped over pages until I was halfway into the script. Definitely wrestling.

She shook her head. A bearhug is hardly wrestling.

I flipped over to the next page. A tits-smother is definitely wrestling.

Tess, get serious. She flipped to the end of the script. The last page was blank. It doesn’t even matter who wins.

You’ll note that the script merely refers to one character as ‘Character A’ and the other as ‘Character B’.

Right. And Character A whips Character B’s ass.

So we’ll wrestle first?

I nodded. Whoever wins the bout gets to play Character A.

Gemma paused, considering. She was gorgeous—an elegant face, long but not too long. Her baby-blue eyes were perched atop prominent cheekbones and set below just the right amount of forehead. Her lips were full, sensuous. Gemma’s nose was a bit thin and delicate but her nose ring made up for that. In short, gorgeous. I, on the other hand, had black hair, grey eyes, and chunky features.

Best of five rounds? she asked, touching the top of my breasts, then pointing to my crotch and the insides of my thighs. Touching meant that nothing was off limits.

I nodded. No hitting. I looped a right hook at her midsection and she easily brushed my fist to the side.

Win is by submission.

Or by pin, I said as I pushed her back onto the mattress.

Gemma pulled me down beside her and grabbed my breasts. Touching is okay anywhere?

Definitely, I said. I went for her breasts. When she blocked my attempt, I put my right hand on her hip, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

Gemma relaxed to receive the kiss. Her hands went down to