In That Corner

By Jason Pinaster

Chet goes to the gym on a whim where a promoter pairs him up to wrestle Gaby. There’s an immediate spark of excitement between the rotund pair but first come training and workouts.

Wrestling is hotter than hot, deepening their relationship. But when it seems that romance might blossom to full-flower, they get called back into another tournament.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Sep 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215064733

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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In That Corner © 2023 Jason Pinaster

Introduction: This story was originally published on my Deviant Art subscription service (both tiers) where each chapter is illustrated with drawings of the characters. https://www.deviantart.com/jasonpinaster The bonus tier subscriber requesting the story noted: WOW I really liked the story. The setting of the story and the two main characters were both great.

A sequel to this story has now been published to Deviant Art.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Other Pinaster Stories

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Back Notes

Copyright Notice

Work of Fiction Notice

Cover Credits: Many thanks to polkino

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

The Custom

Threesome

And for exclusive erotic combat content, please follow me at https://www.deviantart.com/jasonpinaster This story, along with accompanying drawings 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 several times a month.

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.

In That Corner Chapter One Chet

Something got over me that day. Usually I nurse a beer for an hour while watching professional wrestling on the flatscreen television which hangs over the back of the bar. Usually I just watch the wrestlers going through their paces. Sometimes, if it were two ladies, I would be interested at a different level. But that interest would pass the next time two guys came back into the ring.

Yet that night was different. I began to wonder what it would be like to be in the ring. Don’t get me wrong, I knew that it would never happen. It was just an idle daydream. I was chubby—most people used a nastier word—and out of shape. Besides, I’d never wrestled before, not even in high school. And it didn’t help that I was only five-foot three.

Sometimes I thought about pinning one of the big galoots to the canvas. Once, when two ladies were wrestling, I even thought about wrestling a girl. Since I was a guy, that would never happen, but it was fun thinking about it. What would it feel like to press my chest against their breasts, holding myself there to pin her shoulders to the canvas?

The other thing that was different about that night was one wrestler being a no-show and the announcers having to fill in the time with their banter. They started talking about gyms where amateur wrestlers could go, even if they didn’t have any experience. Several gyms provided training.

And then one of the announcers dropped the name of a fetish gym where guys wrestled girls. Film clips of guys wrestling girls, some in shape, some not, flickered across the screen. The owner was interviewed, the name of his gym emblazoned across his T-shirt.

I took out my phone and turned the data on. The fetish gym—Georgie’s Brawlers—was just down the street. And it was still open!

What the hell, I thought, or maybe it was the second beer, but I decided to mosey down and have a look at the gym. When I got there it was sort of a letdown. There was a raised boxing ring, square, with thick ropes around it. Plus there were two large mats laid out on the floor. The boxing ring had bleachers around it and tripods for cameras and lights but both bleachers and tripods were empty when I arrived.

On one of the mats, a pair of wrestlers, one male, the other female, were working out. She was in a black bikini, he in a skimpy brief, probably a Speedo. Muscles, grunts, and sweat.

I was