Tags: wrestling, sexfight, cum, battle of the sexes 

"Work that hold!" the anonymous sponsor shouted from the darkness outside the ring.

Of course, the sponsor could have been referring to any standard wrestling hold, like an arm bar or headlock, but that wasn't the case. Julie, you see, had me in what is officially referred to as a Controlling Hold (CH). So if I tapped out, the records would reflect that I submitted to a CH.

But, to put it in plain English, Julie was gripping my cock through my skimpy wrestling briefs. And, despite the official name of the hold, she wasn't trying to control me. Her goal was to make me submit.

Julie's a true heavyweight, about 180 pounds, and was lying on her side across my belly, facing my feet with her left hand gripping my package and her right hand holding my left wrist. She's about 5'7", not too a big a roll around her middle, carrying a lot of her weight in her thighs and ass. Julie's got very light skin and, as she lay on top of me, there were pink marks on her breasts, right around the nipples. That's where I had pinched and gripped her earlier in the match, forcing her to submit to a CH.

All my wrestling buddies (guys and girls alike) say I'm crazy to do Sponsor Matches where CH is not only allowed, but expected. And they're right, even though the money is good. After all, it just isn't sane to go up against a skilled female wrestler who's going to try to grab and twist your cock as many times as necessary -- each time up to a maximum 5 count -- to force you to submit. I don't argue with them, as there is no rational response. I'm addicted nonetheless. Not to getting my cock yanked, of course. That's the price of admission.

But if you've ever had the chance to wrap your arms around a big girl and grip her nipples, feel the quick intake of her breath as you latch on, hear her groan and then cry out as you pinch, yank and twist for a five count, maintain control against her sweaty body for the next thirty seconds before you can start again, and repeat as many times as you can; until finally, hopefully, she cries out her submission. If you've had that chance, then you know why I'm addicted.

Or as I tell my buddies, the juice is worth the squeeze -- no pun intended.

Now, let's get back to Julie. She has curly brown hair down to her shoulders, brown eyes that nearly disappear when she smiles. I guess you could say she was pretty, if you're into big girls. And I was definitely into big girls. We're both part of the tight group of seven heavyweight girls and the four guys who volunteered to regularly wrestle them. We will stand up for one another and definitely root for each other when we're wrestling someone not in our group, but won't hold back when we're wrestling each other.
And as there was money on the line, Julie wasn't holding back.

I screamed out in pain as Julie pinched the head of my cock, and then gave it a twist. I couldn't hear the ref count to five, and somehow managed not to tap out before the permitted time for administering a CH expired.

"C'mon, Danny, I got you." Julie grunted out as she drove her left elbow down into my right thigh. I just groaned in response. It didn't even occur to me to protest to the ref. We were both dirty wrestlers, and took a perverse pride in going up to the line, but not over it. We understood that there was a difference between taking advantage of the ref's natural inclination not to call a foul and being cruel. This was the sixth time we had wrestled this season, and I was 3-3 against her. I was 2-2 in league matches, 0-1 in our prior Sponsor match, and 1-0 in bonus money matches. That bonus money match was a big one for both of us, as it separated us from our friends in terms of our earning potential. It showed the sponsors just how far we would go to make a few extra bucks.

Normally, the teen matches featuring the heavyweight girls don't get placed in cards before a paying audience. But that session featured endurance matches that started in the late afternoon. I guess they had a hard time finding wrestlers who would go for 20-minute minimum running time matches in front of a crowd.

The audience was in fine form by the time of our match, no doubt fueled by the sale of tickets that included 3 drink coupons. Seeing that Julie and I were young and impressionable, they yelled at us to do some quite painful (and in some cases, nearly physically impossible) things to each other as we stood in the center for the instructions. The ref didn't help, only warning us not to go for low blows and didn't stop one of the ringside sponsors from offering $50 to each of us for each time we scored a submission by facesit.

The sponsor could tell that we were in it for the money. Both of us were wearing the minimal outfits that earned a single bonus ($25). For me, it was a basic banana sling. For Julie, it was super snug, low riding short shorts over a G-string, and a tight t-shirt that had been cut in the locker room so it ended just a smidgen below her nipples.

Julie got the first point after a couple of minutes by forcing me to submit to a Single Leg Boston Crab. The audience actually booed us!! The ref came over to my corner, and in so many words, let me know that we had to put on more of a show if we wanted to get the crowd on our side. I think she said, "This ain't the fuckin' Olympics." Then she leaned in, smiled, and said "No one wants to see a submission they can see on TV, honey." I saw her go over to Julie's corner, and I figure she delivered the same message. Before the next round started, Julie took off her shorts, and although she didn't do anything like show off her ass, the folks in her corner gave her a nice round of applause.

As we locked up collar and elbow, Julie whispered, "Pull off my shirt… triple bonus…" meaning that she would get $75 for wrestling topless. So I take my left hand, grab her shirt on the side and pull up. But instead of it coming all the way off, it got stuck around her head, trapping her arms. I wasn't sure what to do, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a lady in the audience pantomime a forearm shiver to the chest. Don't ask me why I did it, for it was a absolute foul. Julie took a step back, still struggling to get out of her top. I waited a second or so, thinking the ref was going to stop me.

But she didn't. So, I gave Julie another forearm to her DDs, and really aimed this one so my elbow landed square on her right tit. The crowd let out a shout, and Julie stumbled back into the ropes.

I yanked at her shirt, pulling her head back and forcing it over the top rope.

Her shirt came off as I was pressing my forearm against her breasts. I used my free hand to push against her forehead, keeping her bent over backwards over the top rope, and Julie couldn't get any leverage to push off. I leaned in hard against her, and kept on pressing my forearm against her and rolling it over her nipples. The ref stood by and watched as Julie groaned and then cried out in pain as I kept up the pressure. I was pushing myself as hard as possible into her, loving the sound of her moans as I resolutely punished her breasts with my forearm. Finally, Julie waved her right hand back and forth and yelled out, "I Submit!!"

Julie sank down to her ass, cradling her boobs as she leaned against the ropes.

The ref took my hand and jerked it up, which I thought was a bit presumptuous.

After all, I had only tied up the score. But the ref read the mood of the crowd perfectly, and they gave me a nice round of applause. A couple of ladies at ringside made some pointed comments about my tent-pole as I made my way back to my corner. Julie got a nice round of applause from her corner as she sat on her stool and massaged her big pink nipples. The ref came over to each of us, told me to lay off Julie's tits for a while and explained how we could make extra money over the course of the match.

A couple of minutes of wrestling action later, Julie and I were both buck naked, having stripped each other so we could earn the quadruple bonus ($100 each). It wasn't the first time we had wrestled nude, but it was the first time in front of so many folks, and more importantly, for money. Our little gang would get together every couple of weeks to blow off steam. It would start off with some friendly matches in our underwear, and by the end of the evening, everyone was naked on the mat in a big scrum. Since there were more girls than guys, we usually wound up on our backs getting facesat. The girls pleasured themselves on us, but then let us have our turn.

The audience was definitely into it, standing around the edge of the ring, many of them using the ring apron as a place to keep their drinks. Julie and I locked up, but she got the better position and used her leverage to push me back onto the ropes. She got away with a quick uppercut slap to my nuts; no foul called, of course, but it definitely put me off my game. As I bent over to protect myself, Julie grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and my right arm and pulled back, throwing me to the other side of the ring. Just before she let go, hurling me like discus thrower, she stuck out her foot. So I was stumbling forward and wasn't able to stop my head and chest from going between the top and middle ropes.

I knew I was in a bad spot, and immediately tried to push myself back by grabbing onto the middle rope. Julie put a quick stop to that by bringing her knee up hard into my ass, pitching me forward. As I was holding onto the middle rope, she reached over the top rope and pulled me backwards by my chin. I screamed out, as it felt like she was going to snap my neck in two. Julie released that grip, my head snapping forward and the next thing I know is Julie's pulled my left arm up high and pinned my wrist against the top rope. So I'm basically trapped with my head outside the ring and my bare ass inside the ring.

I knew I was in trouble but didn't realize how much until Julie kicked at my right ankle so my legs were spread. I didn't know what she was planning for me, but knew it would hurt. She pulled up on my left arm until I had to take my right hand off of the middle rope and put it on the ring apron to steady myself.

In hindsight, I just should have fallen out of the ring and suffered the loss of a point, but that's a pussy move.

Like the thunderclap that comes a split second after the lightning, I hear the audience let out a cheer a split second after I feel my ass explode in pain.

Julie had given me an Ass Tomahawk!!! I wailed in pain; both Julie and I are loud wrestlers and don't have much control over ourselves when we're in the ring. I feel Julie's crotch pressing against my left hip; she's just holding me there, waiting for the ref to give the signal before she can give me another shot. During the break, the ref had told me that it was her job to both make sure we didn't get too badly hurt and to pace the match for the audience's benefit.

I look out into the audience and see them look up; and instant later I feel the side of Julie's hand crash into my ass crack. She had given me a Wheelhouse Shot and had caught me right on the button, so to speak. I didn't want to submit, as I didn't want to have her earn a quadruple bonus submission on me.

So I'd like to tell you how I somehow managed to escape and fling Julie around the ring, but that would be lying. I think she nailed me about 3 or 4 more times before I just couldn't continue, and yelled out that I submitted.

The audience was in a fervor and they went even more nuts when the ref made a point of bringing one of those "donut" pads over to my stool and announced that I was taking a timeout for an "ass injury." I hadn't requested any such thing, but the ref knew what she was doing as I got a very nice round of applause when I came out of my corner for the next round. I figured that Julie would try to put me away quickly, and I managed to side step her classic bull rush. I caught her right arm as I tripped her to the ground. She fell hard onto the mat, and she let out a groan. I pulled up on her arm and dropped my left knee onto her ass.

Even with the extended injury break, I was plenty tired. So I was content to work over Julie's arm for a bit. I wanted to tire her out; her biggest weakness, like all of the big girls, is that they eventually hit a wall and it takes them a while to get their second wind. I went from an arm bar to a hammer lock. Julie struggled to get up, but I held her down once she got to her knees.

There she seemed to run out of steam, and I was able to push her forward so she was ass high. My cock was rubbing against her ass as I was bearing down. We were both really sweaty by then, and Julie was groaning with the side of her face pressed down against the mat. I was thinking about what submission hold I could put her in, when all of a sudden someone shouted "Fuck her, for God's sake!!"

I froze. I had seen that on videos and all, but didn't really think that was allowed. The ref put her head down next to Julie's, no doubt asking if that would be okay with her. The ref looked up at me and nodded. I was a bit (actually more than I bit) freaked out, but knew it was the way for the highest possible bonus and an automatic win. I rubbed the head of my dick against her pussy, which I knew would be wet -- Julie was a wet wrestler even in a tame match. I had fucked Julie a couple of times before (remember our all-in scrums at our get-togethers), and thankfully I managed to slip it in without any trouble. All Julie had to do was to shift her ass an inch or so, and I probably would have lost heart, but that wasn't part of her plan.

At first I was afraid I would just shoot my load. But I was so exhausted that I avoided that catastrophe. I actually got into a bit of a rhythm, although I don't think anyone would have mistaken me for a regular sex wrestler. I remembered to pull out the shoot my load on her ass. I don't remember much of the rest of the evening. But burned into my memory is the feeling, as I stood there holding Julie's hips with my jizz on her ass and lower back, exhausted, sweaty and almost lightheaded, of the wave of the crowd's applause and shouts washing over me.

It felt fucking AWESOME!!!