Claiming His Virgin In the Ring: The Filthy Wrestling Club

by Cassandra Dee

“Can’t be,” is my dry rasp. “People are having sex in the ring?”

  Shaft doesn’t blink an eye.

  “That’s right, sweetheart. The male and female competitors wrestle, their limbs tangling with one another. And then at the end of the match, the female is subdued and gets cock in her pussy.”

  I gasp out loud then, and a few gym goers turn to look at me, gazes curious.

  “You can’t be serious,” is my low gasp.

  “I’m completely serious,” is Shaft’s low growl. “We have matches once a month. In an undisclosed location, obviously.”

  I’m still so dumbfounded that my mind spins. Finally, I manage another sentence.

  “But why? Why would anyone do this? What’s the point of sex wrestling?” is my stammer.

  Shaft’s obviously prepared for the question.

  “Why does anyone participate in Fight Club?” he asks rhetorically. “Why does anyone let themselves get bloodied and beat-up in some dirty underground lair? Because it’s human nature, that’s why. And Battle Bang’s exactly the same. Humans have the urge to fuck, just like they have the urge to be social. So Battle Bang was born, and it’s been going on for a couple years now.”

  “Oh my god,” I whisper.

  “That’s right,” says Shaft smoothly, trailing one finger up my arm. “And I think you’d like it sweetheart.”

  My mouth gapes open like a fish out of water.

  “I would? No, I wouldn’t,” is my quick retort. “I don’t know how to wrestle. I’m horrifically unathletic, and this whole sex thing? Well, you know I’m new to that.”

  A smile quirks his lips again.

  “I know,” he says smoothly. “But that’s my point exactly honey. I think you’d like it, which is why I haven’t taken your virginity yet.”

  Because yes, Shaft and I have done everything short of full penetration. And suddenly the reason’s startlingly clear. It’s not because he’s been going slow out of respect for my virginal sensibilities or because he’s the type of guy who likes to go slow. In fact, the opposite. Shaft is the kind of guy who takes, and suddenly, I know why.

  It’s because he wants me to do Battle Bang.

  He wants me to lose my virginity before a circle of spectators, submitting to the giant man as our limbs glisten in a tangle under the lights.

  I’m horrified at first.

  “I can’t,” is my quick reply. “This is wrong, not to mention fucking weird. Who does this?”

  He shakes his head, now trailing one big finger slowly up my arm.

  “More people than you think,” he says in a low voice. “People whom you’d never guess.”

  “Name one,” I say quickly. “I have to know.”

  But Shaft shakes his head regretfully.

  “I can’t tell you,” he says slowly. “Not until you participate in your first match. It’s the rules of Battle Bang. Full discretion all the time, no exceptions. But if you participate, then you’ll see for yourself.”

  “Wait a minute,” I gasp. “This sex wrestling happens in front of a crowd? Can’t be,” I say. “It must be illegal.”

  But Shaft merely shrugs again.

  “Why does Fight Club happen in front of other people?” he says rhetorically. “That’s part of the fun. You’ve got people watching you get down, and it adds to the thrill.”

  “Like voyeurs?” I ask with a horrified gasp. “Oh my god.”

  But Shaft’s not put off at all.

  “If you want to call it voyeurism, then I guess it is,” he says carelessly. “Although I think of it more as performance art. I mean, a man and a woman, both physically perfect, grappling and then ultimately fucking in an enclosed space? Believe me, it can get pretty damn hot.”

  And to my shame, my temperature’s actually shooting up as a tingle runs down my spine. Because something about Battle Bang’s hooked me, and I have to admit I’m curious.

  “Tell me more,” I say softly, looking up from my hands, which have been gripping each other in my lap. “What else is there to know?”

  A sly smile crosses his lips.

  “You’re interested, aren’t you?”

  I act all offended for a moment before smiling hesitantly.

  “A little,” is my concession. “I mean, it’s crazy and far-out but also … titillating you know?”

  His eyes go dark for a moment.

  “It’s more than titillating sweetheart. It’s fucking rancid. We’re gonna wrestle in front of a crowd and then I’m gonna fuck that pussy so hard that you scream afterwards.”

  The words make my insides go loose and hot, my cunt spasming slightly on its own in anticipation.

  “Really?” I whisper. “Is that what’s going to happen?”

  Those blue eyes gleam again.

  “So long as you’re okay with it, then yes,” he growls. “So are you in?”

  And to be honest, I’m not sure. At the beginning of this conversation, I was absolutely opposed to the idea. Sex wrestling? In front of other people? Absolutely not. I’m not some ho who’s going to give it up in front of a crowd.

  But now, I’m not so sure because the things I’ve been doing with Shaft have completely changed my opinion of myself. Sweet, innocent girl? Not any more. I let him touch me everywhere so that I’m now the alpha’s little fuckslut. And my need’s on high because he’s been holding back, and I’m desperate to have that cock in me. Full completion seems to be dancing before me now like a vision in my dreams, taunting me.

  “So if I do Battle Bang,” is my low murmur, “you’ll take me for real then? No more of the petting and making me come in all these different ways?”

  His grin grows knowing.

  “Why, don’t you like that?” he drawls, one eyebrow raising. “Far as I can see, little girl, you love that shit.”

  I swallow thickly.

  “I mean, yes, I like it but ….” My voice trails off.

  His eyebrow cocks.

  “But what sweetheart?” is that low rasp. “What’s got you tripped up?”

  I swallow again, shaking my head. Isn’t it obvious? He wants me to have sex with him for the first time in public? While we wrestle in a ring, pressing against each other before he finishes with his cock in my pussy? It’s crazy.

  But to my amazement, my chin nods.

  “Okay,” is my soft agreement. “But with one condition.”

  Shaft’s eyes gleam knowingly.

  “What?” he asks. “Ask and ye shall receive.”

  I take a deep breath.

  “This first time, I want you to finish in me. With no protection.”

  His face cracks into a grin.

  “Of course, sweetheart. I’m only too happy to spurt into that sweet pussy, and I never use protection. That latex shit is disgusting and I only do bareback.”

  I nod, biting my lip.

  “That’s fine, but I want you to know that I’m not on any type of protection. At all,” are my slow words.

  That takes the big man aback.

  “You’re not on anything?” he says disbelievingly. “This entire time we’ve been together, you haven’t been using anything?”

  I nod, shrugging a little.

  “Well no, because you haven’t put it in me. So there was no need.”

  Shaft is dumbfounded, unable to speak for a moment.

  “Sweetheart,” he growls, “you know that even if a drop gets into that tiny pussy, you’re in real danger. Plus, you’re eighteen and fertile as hell. Look at your shape. You were made for childbearing.”

  I nod.

  “Yes, I know. I never miss a period because it comes like clockwork each month. But there was never any need to get on protection because I’ve never been with anyone before. So it would be putting chemicals in my body that I don’t need.”

  Shaft shakes his head disbelievingly again.

  “Fuck,” he says. “Fuck fuck.”

  I let the conversation sink in for a moment before continuing.

  “So know
ing my one condition, are you ready to agree? Because it’s a tough condition. I want you to pulse in me with nothing on, knowing that I’m not on birth control.”

  Shaft’s brows lower as he gazes at me harshly.

  “I could pull out, you know. I could ruin your plan at the last minute and deprive you of my baby batter.”

  I smile at him then.

  “But you won’t,” are my soft words, one hand lightly trailing down his chest. I don’t care that we’re in the gym, and that there are a couple guys in the other corner. I don’t care if people see us talking intently, with my hand on his chest. Shaft means too much to me now.

  “You won’t,” I repeat. “Because I’m special to you and you know it.”

  Shaft jerks back, eyes ablaze. Clearly, he’s never thought about things in this way before. But then he nods.

  “I’ll do it,” are his curt words. “Me and you, sweetheart. Tomorrow night. Wear your tiniest panties.”

  I gape a bit.

  “To-tomorrow?” is my stammer. “I’m not ready.”

  But it’s too late because the big man’s before me now, six foot four inches of pure muscular power, and I can’t deny it. I want him. I want this man so badly that even if he wanted us to wrestle right now, I’d do it. I’ve been ready ever since I met this man because I belong to him, and we both know it.

  So meeting his eyes, my pout opens.

  “Tomorrow then,” is my soft agreement. “Just tell me where to be and I’ll be ready.”

  His cock jerks then, visible under the tight spandex. Unsurprisingly, it’s growing harder and bigger under the lights, the snake wrapping itself around his waist and ready to pummel.

  Looking at it hungrily, I lick my lips before meeting his eyes.

  “Tomorrow Shaft,” is my soft promise. “I’ll be here.”

  And oh god … but I can’t wait for the dirty wrestling match.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Shaft

  Oh fuck fuck fuck. What was I thinking?

  I wasn’t thinking, that’s the long and the short of it. Or more accurately, I was thinking with my dick, instead of my brain.

  Because I want Lily so bad. It’s been hell these last couple weeks tasting her every which way but not doing the deed. I’ve had her sit on my face. I’ve had her part those thighs as I stroke her petals, rubbing her nub until she shakes and creams all over my hand. I’ve even tasted that back door, her pleats contracting hard as I probe her dark star.

  But I haven’t put my cock in her most private part yet. Oh yeah, each time I finish in a number of different ways. Stroking myself. Her stroking me, with either her hand or her mouth. Even rubbing it between her breasts, those soft curves cushioning me until I come all over her chin and boobs.

  So yeah, Lily’s gotten plenty of my sperm, but not in her pink channel. Not in the place where I’m dying to touch and penetrate. Because what could be better than a sweet girl tasting her first dick and loving it? Those big boobs heaving as she screams, impaled on my monster. The brunette’s curls flying this way and that as she rides me, Mr. Stiffie doing the deed at last?

  So yeah, I’ve refrained because I want her to do Battle Bang. I want to take the female before a select crowd, pummeling that sweet pussy and then creaming hard inside to show my dominance. I love Battle Bang because it’s the ultimate expression of masculinity. Me, on top of a woman while she’s taking my dick and panting in pleasure.

  But now things are complicated because Lily wants me to go bareback. What the fuck? Who does that? I’d automatically assumed she was on birth control because I thought all girls were on the pill these days. Don’t they take it to regulate their periods or something like that? I’d never asked because again, we haven’t done full contact yet.

  But now, full contact is in the works and I’m presented with a dilemma. Me, in that sweet cunt, with nothing between us. Me spurting hot cream into her fertile depths, knowing that she’s not on anything.

  And the truth is that even though my brain says no, every other part of me says yes. I want to fill that tiny pussy with hot semen, so much that it spills over. I want my swimmers to find their way inside and to stay there until she grows round with my child.

  Because Lily is absolutely mother material. Everything about her points to a fantastic maternal instinct, what with her caring ways and inner sense of sweetness. Plus, the girl’s body. Those wide hips and big boobs were built for nurturing a child. Those lush curves are perfect for a baby, and I can’t wait until she’s pregnant.

  Wait. What?

  What the hell am I thinking?

  We just met, so what the fuck is going through my mind?

  But I guess that’s how these things work. I see what I want, and it happens. And right now, every cell in my body wants Lily to get pregnant. I want to see those curves expand, for her to gain fifty, sixty, hell even seventy pounds. I want that baby weight to stay on after she’s given birth so that my girl’s even bigger and more bountiful than before.

  Shit. What the hell is going on? I’m projecting a future with this girl? That’s crazy and totally out of character. Usually, I’m a wham, bam, thank you ma’am type of guy.

  But it’s what Lily does to me. She brings out my protective instinct. I want to take her and dominate her, but I also want to make the world safe for the brunette. She’ll lack nothing. Every wish will be granted, starting with getting her away from her stepmom and dad. Those people sounded like freaking assholes, threatening her with her own trust fund.

  So yeah, I’ve taken steps. And although Lily doesn’t know, I have a lawyer on retainer, and I let him know the details of my best girl’s situation. Hamlin’s looking into it. The beautiful brunette won’t want for anything once I’m done.

  But there’s still tonight.

  Battle Bang.

  Sex wrestling, complete with a dirty finish.

  Fuck yeah. It’s going to be amazing. And looking at myself in the mirror, I know I’m ready. Every muscle is oiled and bronzed, a loose pair of shorts hanging lightly over my hips. These aren’t long basketball shorts. Instead, it’s more like a loincloth, the uniform of men from way back when. It hides my junk but once I’m aroused, the material isn’t gonna stop me. You’ll see my cock standing out from my hips, ninety degrees and aroused, ready to do damage.

  Because Lily’s getting it tonight. I’m going to own that pussy. I’m gonna make her squeal and cream, breaking her hymen and taking that virginity until she’s a hundred percent mine, gasping as she’s stuck tight on my pole. Hell, I have this mutation, and Lily doesn’t know it yet, but she can’t get off when I’m at full arousal.

  So with another look at myself in the mirror, I put on my coat and head to Petey’s. Lily’s there … and I’ve got a job to do.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Lily

  Oh my god. This is really happening. This is not a dream.

  I showed up at Petey’s, not knowing what to expect. The parking lot was empty, which surprised me. Weren’t we supposed to be performing in front of crowd?

  So with a trembling hand, I opened the front door to the gym, bells tinkling.

  “Hello?” I called, poking my head in. The gym was dark, but that was normal, seeing that it was 9 p.m. “Hello?” I called futilely.

  Finally, a woman appeared dressed in a tiny cocktail dress. Her frame was thin and elegant, hair and make-up perfectly done. The fancy outfit looked completely out of place at the shabby gym, but at this point, I wasn’t sure what to expect.

  “Welcome,” the woman said. “I’m Carlinda. Please follow me.”

  Follow her? Where would we go? By now, I knew Petey’s as well as anyone else, and the grimy halls and used exercise equipment were as familiar as the back of my hand. But I nodded imperceptibly and Carlinda began to walk. To my surprise, she took me to the back where Petey’s office was.

  “Wait, we can’t go in there,” I said. “That’s Petey’s private space.”

  Too late. Carlinda had alr
eady opened the door, and to my surprise, it was unlocked.

  “Follow me, please,” she said smoothly. I stepped into the office and it looked no different than the few times I’d seen it. Just a giant desk with stacks and stacks of paper on it, not to mention assorted shabby furniture that belonged at a rummage sale.

  But Carlinda proceeded to a closet, one hand out. When she opened the door, I saw that it wasn’t a closet, but rather a gleaming steel elevator.

  “Follow me, please,” came her pleasantly modulated voice.

  Hesitantly, I moved into the silver chamber, the door swiftly sliding shut behind my form. We descended in silence for what felt like forever. How far were we below the surface of the earth? At least ten stories for sure.

  But finally, the elevator glided to a halt and the door opened to reveal a gleaming white antechamber. It was futuristic and a little scary-looking.

  “What?” I stammered. “Where are we?”

  Carlinda shot me a knowing look.

  “Battle Bang is a private club and values discretion,” she said smoothly. “All of our operations are conducted below ground so as not to attract curious eyes.”

  I nodded dumbly. The room was featureless but obviously modern and high-tech. Bright lights illuminated our shadows, and Carlinda paused once we were outside.

  “Because you’re new to Battle Bang, you will not be able to use the women’s locker room,” she said. “Please undress here, and I’ll lead you to the ring.”

  I gaped.

  “Wh-what? Here? But …?” The words died on my lips.

  “But what?” she asked pleasantly like nothing was wrong.

  I shook my head dumbly.

  “But nothing,” was my subdued reply. “I’ll get ready here, no problem.” Because there wasn’t really any “getting ready” to do. Shaft had ordered me to wear my flimsiest panties, and I’d done so. So slowly, I looked around the room suspiciously, making sure there were no cameras, before slowly stripping off my clothes. And finally, I stood before Carlinda in nothing but a tiny pair of black tanga undies. The look was seductive, but not overly so because tangas provide full coverage without being granny-like. They covered my front adequately, and the leg holes were low enough to look sweet but not prudish.