Claiming His Virgin In the Ring: The Filthy Wrestling Club

by Cassandra Dee

  “Help yourself sweetheart. I’m at your command.”

  And a shy smile creeps over her lips before the girl leans forward once again. This time, she licks up one side, tracing the bulging vein. Unnh fuck, it feels amazing. I let out a low growl, but Lily’s used to those now. She swallows hungrily before leaning in for another kiss to the tip.

  I throw my head back, eyes closing. Shit, this girl is a natural because suddenly, she’s got her lips around my shaft, sucking the head while slowly drawing it into her mouth. The wet heat is almost too much. My balls raise, thighs and abs clenching as the pressure increases.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” I pant. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  This is unreal because shit like this doesn’t happen to guys like me. Sure, we get head in all sorts of off-limits places, but that’s not what I’m talking about. It’s my reaction to Lily. She hasn’t been tasting my dick for more than thirty seconds, and yet I’m ready to shoot already. Usually, I’m able to hang on for ages, sometimes even hours as a girl gives me head. But there’s something so sweet and naïve about this virgin that I’m losing control far faster than normal.

  “Baby,” I gasp harshly, trying to pull my dick back a little. “Go slower.”

  But this is where I’ve underestimated the little filly. Because Lily’s headstrong in her own way, and her eyes sweep up to look at me with a naughty gleam, before shaking her head imperceptibly. And then against all odds, she pulls my shaft even deeper into her mouth, the tip making its way visibly down that swan-like neck.

  Oh fuck, oh fuck. This is out of control.

  “Baby,” I grind out, catching her eyes with my own. “Go slower, go slower, you’re pushing me over the edge … AH FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck!”

  Because Lily’s too powerful. Her small hands reached up to milk my balls, and that combined with the powerful suck force of her mouth forced me over the edge. Like a fifteen year old boy, I’m ejaculating after a few precious minutes into her mouth, giving up my man milk like I’ve never had sex before.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” are my roars, ringing out loud and proud in the locker room. “Shit!”

  And Lily has a weird effect on me. Because sure, I’m a guy who has a lot in storage. But this time, it’s unreal. Literally gallons of cum pour from my dick into her mouth, spraying that warm wet throat with blast after blast of creamy jism. To her credit, Lily never shies away. She gulps and swallows hungrily, one small hand milking my shaft as the other squeezes my balls.

  Finally, I’m done. Absolutely wrung out, pumping my male essence into the sweet girl’s mouth, and she hasn’t let one drop get away. As my dick shudders and squirts its last dribble, the girl finally pulls off, that massive length reappearing between her lips like a glistening pole.

  Lily smiles at me before licking her lips again.

  “Sweetheart, are you okay?” I rasp, my entire body drained and exhausted like I’ve run a marathon. Shit, this tiny girl did this to me? A huge, two hundred and sixty pound mountain of a man? But it’s true. Lily nods but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, the brunette stands, big boobies swaying, her cunt wet as hell. In fact, I can see the moist folds pulsing, the insides of her thighs gleaming from pussy cum.

  But still, the girl doesn’t say anything. Instead, she pulls my head to hers for a kiss, and when our lips touch, her mouth opens and oh shit! The girl deposits a load of semen into my mouth. Surprised, I swallow at the unfamiliar flavor. Of course I’ve tasted my own cum before but just droplets here or there, or from the inside of a woman’s pussy. So this is altogether different. The snowball in my mouth is my own jism, hot and nasty, and I swallow in surprise.

  Lily’s prepared.

  “Do you like it, big guy?” she purrs while rubbing those big breasts against my chest. Her legs part and slowly, she lowers her pussy so that it presses against my thigh. “Do you want more, big guy?” she asks again. “Because I’m happy to do it again.”

  And right then, I know this girl is perfect for me. She’s vivacious, playful, and slutty as hell, offering me this dirty snowball in the women’s locker room. So I pull back for a moment, looking deep into her caramel brown gaze.

  “I’m ready sweetheart, but the question is … are you?”

  Lily titters, trailing a small finger down my neck and over my chest, slowly reaching my groin again.

  “I’m ready whenever you are, Shaft. So, so ready.”

  And it’s on again in a flash. Because this girl isn’t just perfect for me. Her sluttiness and willingness to play makes her perfect for Battle Bang, our dirty sex wrestling club … and it’s just a matter of getting her into the ring.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Lily

  I can’t believe this is happening. I haven’t lost a pound in the last two weeks even though I’ve been going to the gym non-stop. Not just once a day, but twice so that I can get as much shaft into me as possible.

  Not that we’ve actually done it, done it. But Shaft and I have done everything but the final thing because after that first session, he growled, swallowing the dirty snowball.

  “Honey, I’ve got a surprise for you. Bend over, sweetheart. Put your arms on this bench and brace yourself because this is where the shit hits the fan.”

  And the things he did to me were so rancid that I almost melted that day in the locker room. Because Shaft didn’t just lick my pussy. He stuck his tongue in there. He pushed his tongue into my sweetest hole as I trembled and shivered, my cunt running like a waterfall.

  “Oh Shaft!” I cried out, throwing my head back as he ate me out from behind. “Oh god!”

  But that wasn’t it. The man is dirty and once he was done with my pussy, my folds shivering and quivering all over his mouth, he pulled my big ass cheeks apart and looked down into my brown hole.

  “Sweetheart, I’m going to taste you here.”

  “No!” I gasped, turning quickly to look at him over my shoulder. “No, it’s dirty!”

  But the alpha couldn’t be dissuaded.

  “Naw honey. Every part of you tastes good.”

  And before I could stop him, he’d bent his head and swiped my deep brown, letting his tongue trail over the tight pleats.

  “Eee! Stop!” I squealed, trying to squirm away. But Shaft is so much bigger than me that it was futile. He held me in place, letting his tongue gently trail over my anus, even probing a bit into my darkest eye.

  “Like I said sweetheart, no place is off limits when it comes to your body,” he rasped, lightly running his tongue up my crack before coming back down and licking me again. My rim convulsed, closing before opening to him once again, shivers running through my pussy.

  And this time, I didn’t try to resist.

  “Yes,” I panted, bracing my weight against the bench to give him better access. “Yes,” I said, parting my thighs. And just like that, I came on his face again, this time my bottom the object of his desire.

  And these last two weeks have been non-stop sex with Shaft. The man’s wild, dirty, and there never seems to be anyone in the women’s locker room either. So we have it all to ourselves, going at each other again and again in the dirtiest of horizontal games.

  But the alpha’s more than a piece of meat. He’s strong, handsome, and intelligent, and there’s actually talk between our sessions. He’s been learning about my life, and I have to say it’s a nice change from the guys at school who only seem interested in leering and making disgusting comments.

  “So what were you saying about your stepmom?” Shaft asked one day while showing me how to use the press-up bench.

  I strained, my biceps bulging.

  “It’s nothing,” I panted from exertion. Geez, these weights were so heavy. It was a miracle that I was even attempting this exercise.

  But my lover tried again.

  “What did Carla say to you again?” he asked. His voice was casual, but I could hear danger lurking in the tone.

  I exhaled, focusing on the bar.

  “She said I have to lose wei
ght,” were my slow words, staring as the bar as it moved further and further from my face. Good. I was getting stronger day by day. No pain, no gain, right?

  Shaft frowned then.

  “Naw sweetheart. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. You’re perfect the way you are.”

  I flushed even though I was in the middle of a rep, Shaft spotting me.

  “I know you think that way,” I managed through another dead lift. “You’re all over me all the time.”

  He nodded imperceptibly.

  “That’s true, sweetheart, but I mean it. As a guy who knows all about nutrition and fitness, you’re perfect,” he said, emphasizing the word. “And I’m not just saying that because I know you in a Biblical way.”

  I smiled then, a wave of happiness cresting in my breast.

  “You think so?” I asked in a small voice. “You really think so?”

  He met my eyes then, that blue taking my breath away.

  “I know so sweetheart. That woman’s crazy. She doesn’t know the difference between muscle mass and fat, or the difference between weight training and cardio. She’s just blowing smoke up your ass.”

  I sighed a little, reaching for the steel bar again.

  “Well, even if Carla and William are crazy, their insistence that I lose weight is how I met you,” I say in a light voice.

  Shaft’s brows draw together, his jaw stiffening.

  “What do you mean?”

  “What I mean is that they basically threatened me on my birthday,” I say lightly. “They said that I either lose weight, or lose my trust fund. That money was left for me by my mom, but I guess since I’m not twenty-one yet, my dad still has control,” is my rueful comment.

  The alpha’s still for a moment, just thinking.

  “Are you serious?” he asks slowly. “They can do that?”

  I sigh.

  “That’s what I thought too,” is my exasperated sigh. “But evidently, it’s all kosher. So here I am,” I try to say in a cheery voice while doing another rep. “At least I met you as part of the process.”

  Shaft’s silent, spotting me as I lift the bar.

  “Well, that’s fucking devastating, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” I say, squinting as I push the heavy weights off my chest. “It’s okay. I’ll live with it, and I’m happy I met you by running this gauntlet.”

  He smiles then, but his eyes are contemplative before speaking again.

  “Lily,” he says slowly. “Do you really want to get back at your parents for this?”

  I shake my head.

  “No, it’s fine. I don’t let it bother me anymore. They want me to be someone different than who I really am, and they’ll never understand the real me.”

  Shaft lets out a low growl.

  “That’s what makes me so angry. You’re perfect the way you are, and they have no right to force you to lose weight or make any change to your body for that matter. You need to lay down the law with them.”

  I put the bar down, sitting up straight and stretching slightly.

  “What do you mean? What could I possibly do?” is my slow question. “Carla and my dad have all the power. Since I’m only eighteen, I don’t think I have many choices. Or you mean like talking to a lawyer or something?” I ask, cocking my head to the right.

  Shaft puts the weights back on the rack before turning to face me.

  “No. What I mean is Battle Bang.”

  My face scrunches in confusion.

  “Battle Bang? What’s that?”

  Shaft’s silent for a moment, merely looking at me. A shiver runs down my spine. I can almost taste him on my tongue again. Maybe it’s time for us to hit the showers and get steamy for a while.

  But the big man’s serious this time, and he shakes his head.

  “Battle Bang’s a little crazy,” he says slowly. “I’m not sure you’d be into it.”

  Of course, that makes me curious as hell, and I shoot him a withering look.

  “Try me, Shaft. I’m not as innocent as I look. So what’s Battle Bang?”

  He shakes his head again.

  “No, you’re not going to like it.”

  Shaft begins to get up, wiping down some of the equipment with a loose rag.

  “You can’t leave me hanging like that!” is my protest. “That’s what’s not fair. Not my parents, but you.”

  This time, he swings around, those blue eyes piercing me to the heart.

  “Okay, but hold on tight, sweet thing. Because this isn’t anything you’ve encountered in your short life before.”

  I sit there, waiting patiently.

  “And?”

  The alpha looks around to see if there’s anyone listening before leaning close to me.

  “Battle Bang is a wrestling club,” he says, his voice low and smooth, impossible for anyone else to hear. “A private one.”

  I cock my head again, looking at him curiously.

  “But that seems okay,” are my slow words. “What’s wrong with having a private wrestling club?”

  He’s silent for a moment, merely taking me in. And then he speaks again.

  “Men wrestle women, for one,” he says, that voice a low growl.

  That throws me for a loop.

  “Really?” my brows scrunch. “But is that even legal?”

  Shaft’s silent again.

  “It’s not about being legal or illegal,” he says smoothly. “It’s more about going with the flow. This isn’t your usual type of wrestling match.”

  “I can see that,” is my playful reply. “But if men wrestling women is okay, it shouldn’t be a big deal, right? So what else happens? There has to be something else.”

  I’m sure Shaft’s about to say something about how nothing’s rigged and this is all above-board. But instead, he shakes his head.

  “You’re too young,” he says abruptly. “You’re not ready.”

  I sit up straight now, hands on my hips and my expression indignant.

  “I’m not so young that it stopped you from ripping my ass apart in the locker room yesterday,” is my forceful comment, not caring who hears. “If I’m old enough for that, then I think I’m old enough to know about this so-called private wrestling club.”

  To his credit, dark streaks form across Shaft’s cheekbones.

  “Okay,” he nods curtly. “You win. Battle Bang is complicated because you could say it’s rigged in a way,” he begins.

  “It is?” I interrupt, my eyebrows almost shooting off my forehead. “Really? How so?”

  Shaft sighs then.

  “Sweetheart, let me start again. Have you ever seen the movie Fight Club?”

  I nod.

  “Sure. The one with Brad Pitt, right? The first rule is never talk about Fight Club. The second rule is never talk about Fight Club. Et cetera.”

  He nods, a humorless smile on his lips.

  “Battle Bang is a little like Fight Club,” he says. “It’s a private underground club but there are some key differences.”

  “Like?” I ask, brows arching. “I mean, the inclusion of women is huge. So it’s not just a bunch of guys pummeling each other, I get that. But what else?”

  Shaft takes a moment before answering.

  “Well, the women fight, sure, but it’s a special type of fighting. We wrestle so that no one really gets hurt.”

  I nod.

  “That makes sense. It’s more technical, right? You’re scored on points instead of drawing blood or blocking punches.”

  Shaft looks around again to make sure no one’s listening.

  “That’s right. Men and women grapple together in the ring. There are all sorts of holds and moves that you wouldn’t believe.”

  I laugh.

  “I’ve seen wrestling on TV,” I say drolly, rolling my eyes. “Hulk Hogan, Wrestle Mania, all that good stuff, right? My high school even has a team. The guys are on a mat, wrestling each other, and that’s all. I can see how it�
��d be different if there are women involved, but it’s not that different.”

  Shaft’s eyes gleam.

  “No, it’s real different sweetheart. For one thing, the competitors aren’t wearing much.”

  I gasp before stammering.

  “Well, that’s not that weird. In olden days, I know gladiators used to wrestle nude, so it’s not like it’s never happened before. But the wrestlers are wearing something, right? Some type of spandex suit like what we have on now?”

  He nods before slowly turning it into a shake of his head.

  “Sort of. Not really. The women wear panties only. Just like that first day when we were in the locker room together. So you’ve got nothing on but a tiny scrap of lace.”

  I gasp.

  “The women’s boobs hang out?” I ask incredulously. “But isn’t she pressed up against the guy? Isn’t he basically … um, feeling her breasts?”

  Shaft’s expression doesn’t change.

  “He is,” my lover confirms. “He’s absolutely feeling her breasts.”

  That stupefies me and I sit there, blinking for a moment.

  “Really?” I whisper. “What else happens? What else is there to know about Battle Bang?”

  Shaft clears his throat before speaking again.

  “Well, it’s called Battle Bang for a reason,” he says in a low voice. “It’s a battle because there’s wrestling, and it’s bang because each match ends with a bang.”

  “Like going out with a big climax, right?” I asked, confused. “Bang like a big, dramatic ending, right? Or are there actually fireworks or gunshots or something?”

  A smile quirks at the corner of his mouth.

  “I love the way you think, sweetheart, but you’re too innocent. No, I mean bang as in a sexual kind of bang. Not as in fireworks or gunshots, although a climax is pretty much a given.”

  I stare at him.

  “You mean bang as in … bang, bang?” comes my disbelieving voice.

  “That’s right,” he rasps, his voice inflectionless. “Bang as in cock in pussy, sliding in and out. That kind of bang. That kind of climax.”

  I’m absolutely speechless, the words unable to form. Finally, I croak out a sentence.