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Wrestling Redemption- Part 1 of 2
🕑 Added 2025-06-09 21:00:06 +0000 UTCAfter finishing a long series, it can be hard to think of what to write next. Luckily for me, my most inspiring muse shared some photos that had me crafting a story immediately. Check out the first of this two-part story below, and for VIPs, head over to the Discord to see Ryan in action.
“Well Pepper, it looks like you got cooked tonight.”
Pushing past Blade, I came into the locker room full of fury. Pulling off my shoes, I tossed them into my locker as hard as I could, and I stood there, fists clenched until my breathing finally slowed down to a healthy pace.
“Fuck this league.”
Grabbing a towel from a bin by the door, I walked into the mercifully empty shower room, and I turned on the water that almost always immediately came out scalding hot. Tonight was no exception, and I stepped under the deluge, letting the water relax my muscles which were still tense from that last match.
My mind kept replaying the night, and I just let it work itself out. My night job was as a wrestler in an independent wrestling league, and I was good. Very fucking good. Some of the guys here were WWE wannabes, playing to cameras that didn’t exist in hopes of some talent scout finding them. Blade and Viper were twins and the biggest offenders, and their goal was to make it big together.
That included knocking me down a peg even if it meant breaking the rules.
I loved wrestling- I’d been doing it since high school. After college, I traded my singlet for a pair of trunks, and I kept doing my thing. The pay was shit, but that’s not why I did it at all. I just loved the feeling of finding my opponent’s weakness and exploiting it. My heart race would surge as I pinned them to the mat, and then I’d walk out of the ring with my muscular arms held above me, pumping up the crowd.
All of that had happened in my first match of the night, but about three minutes into my next match against Viper, I knew that it wouldn’t end the same. He was ripped, but he had vanity muscles- he had no endurance to outlast me, and he knew that. He’d have to win another way.
Suddenly, he got a hold of my arm, and before I could stop him, he had it twisted behind my back, yanking up with all of his force. Arm bars like this were outlawed, but when the ref had already had three too many beers, he wasn’t going to call anything when the crowd was into it. They didn’t care who won as long as they got a show, and that’s what they were getting now.
My shoulder was burning, and I couldn’t move in fear of pulling it out of its socket. I was stuck, and Viper knew that. With his free hand, he reached around me and grabbed onto the front of baby blue trunks, fondling my bulge as he yelled taunts to the crowd. Cameras were pointed at me from every angle, and just like now, I started getting hard. He was massaging my cock through the thin fabric, and I was reacting to the stimulation.
I couldn’t look down, but I knew that the audience had to be seeing what was really happening, and before I could think of some move to finally get away, my opponent did the unthinkable and grabbed onto the front of my waistband and pulled down. The shorts were too tight to go all the way down to my ankles, but the fabric lowered enough to show off my bush and the base of my engorged shaft to the now thunderously cheering audience. They were loving what this had turned into even though it wasn’t the sport that I loved.
Viper couldn’t give a shit about me- he’d done this for the applause and nothing else. Throwing me to the ground, I was finally able to cover myself up and massage my shoulder as he placed his foot on top of my ass and flexed his massive arms as the referee counted down my defeat. As Viper moved his foot back and forth, he was rubbing my crotch into the mat, and my aching member almost blew right there.
Finally, it was over, and I was able to run out of there like a bitch. I wanted to keep going against him, but I was rock hard by now, and I needed relief. Blade popped up in front of me in the hallway like a doppelganger of the man who had just humiliated me, and I couldn’t spar back with him. Pushing past him, I ended up thankfully alone, and as I turned around to hear that no one was here, I begin pumping my cock to earn some release.
Pumping soap from the dispenser on the wall, I lubed up my cock and tried not to think of the twins’ sweaty bodies, but they wouldn’t leave my thoughts. They were wrestling each other, pinning their perfect bodies to the mat before stripping the clothes off of each other in my head. Fabric was flying, revealing tanned skin as it was destroyed. Their perfect asses ricocheted as they hit the mat, and finally, they rolled over, calling it a draw as their meaty cocks stood up from their tired bodies.
That last image is what I focused on as I shot thick ropes of cum onto the shower wall in front of me, and I released my breathy moan as quietly as I could before washing off the rest of the soap. With my luck, I had figured that I would end up having one of them walking in, but based on the cheers that I could still faintly here, Blade must still be going out there in the ring.
Grabbing the sweaty trunks that I’d thrown on top of the shower wall, I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back into the locker room to see that my locker was completely empty. Well, almost empty.
My phone, wallet, and keys were sitting there in a row, but my change of clothes and shoes were nowhere to be seen. Some asshole had stolen my bag, and I had no idea what they’d seen of me in the process. Thankful that I hadn’t stripped off my suit at my locker, I pulled the wet fabric up my legs, grabbed the stuff that I still had, and traipsed back into the hallway with my head held as high as I could. I wasn’t sure who was watching, but I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing how defeated that I was.
Bursting through the back door, I passed by a small gaggle of fans that always collected back here, usually just trying to get some merch signed to sell online even though none of us were really famous enough to warrant that. Unfortunately for me, they actually got something valuable tonight as they pulled out their phones to record my walk of shame to my car wearing nothing but a pair of sweaty trunks…
