Jobber Training

I had heard about a local guy in my town that was an especially good heel. Everyone I talked too told stories about how he slowly took apart his opponents, making them realize the full pain of each hold, before letting them go from their agony. His name was Matt, and he was about 30 years old, and wrestled in college. I always wanted to wrestle pro style, but freestyle was the only style I could get matches.

After wrestling with all the guys at the local freestyle club for a few months, I had wanted a better challenge, and to try out some pro holds. The club guys were all former college wrestlers, and damn tough, but I was able to keep a pretty good record by being flexible, I could always squirm out of a cradle, or any other hold they tried.

Standing in the mirror, I knew I looked good. Dirty blonde curly hair on top of a 6’1” 185, 25 year old muscled body. I wasn’t an evil wrestler, never took much pleasure in hurting a guy, but I always wanted that win. The other guy was just a stepping stone to me being a better wrestler.

I finally called up Matt one weekend when the club was on a break. I figured he’d be a good challenge while I took a break from the amateur style. I packed my singlet and a blue speedo with me and drove over to his house. He had a mat room set up in a basement, with lights hanging from the ceiling almost like a warehouse. It was very sparse, unfinished walls showing the cement foundation. The room felt Spartan, in every sense of the word, a smell of sweat permeated through out.

“How long have you been wrestling for man?” I asked him as we walked onto the mats, feeling them compress a little under my weight. “Long enough,” was his reply, with a sly smile. He was a bit shorter than me, about 5’11, 180 pounds, but a little more built. You could tell working out was a commitment he stuck too, and loved the fact that he was muscled.

He started to strip down first, and removed his Abercrombie jeans and shirt, and revealed a black underarmour boxerjock. I started to unbutton my top too, slowly revealing my pecs and abs. “Best of 3, submissions only,” he stated abruptly.

I grabbed my bag, and took my speedo, leaving the singlet there for my wrestling club. I turned around from him, took of my jeans, and slid down my briefs and pulled up the speedos nice and tight. I turned and looked at him, and could tell he had been staring at me the entire time, looking intently on my crotch, “Emissions count as a submission.”

My bulge grows a little at this new condition on the match. Wrestling has always got me to spring a boner and I always thought that was normal. Two guys struggling for dominance, all that friction, and super tight gear is an amazing combination. I had never had a match where emissions counted, but I figured I’d play along to stand up to this obviously cocky heel.

We locked up at the center of his mats staring each other down. I got into a crouched freestyle stance, and he stood right at me, I tried to shoot for one of his legs and bring him down to the ground and to my advantage. I got hold of the leg, but he stayed standing on the other leg, so I stood holding him as he bounced up and down, “not such a big heel now are you, fucker,” I said, taunting him early. I tried to trip his other leg, as he smiled a bit. He jumped up, and swung his free foot at my head, smashing into my face, and knocking back onto the mat. “We’ll see, bitch,” he said as he stood over me clutching at my cheek bone.

He grabbed at my legs and held them apart, placing his foot right into my crotch. I felt my balls compress down against my body as he started to press in. “uggggghhh, fuck you man…” was my only response as he pressed down on my nuts. I reached down to try and push away his feet, and he stepped back, only to bring my body up and cinch my legs into his armpits.

“Today you get a lesson in being a jobber, boy, and your first hold to learn is the boston crab.” With that he started to turn my body slowly over, I could feel his ass start to lower down on my body. As he started to flex, the pain started to overwhelm my body. “AHH, fuck man… noooo” I said without even thinking.

“You haven’t even begun and you’re begging, what a pussy..,” with that I felt him slide up a little more on my back, and my legs got dragged up further into his armpits. My back cranked further and further, but I knew I could stand the pain.

“Ok buddy, time to take this even further…” Suddenly, he started to rock my legs back and forth, stressing the pain at the apex, and giving my back a reprieve every other second. I began to gasp as all I could feel was pain. “Ugggh… uh, stopp…” I muttered as the rocking started to get higher and higher.

“Is that a submission?” He asked with a smirk, dripping with attitude. “Ugggh… NO” I couldn’t stand to submit to this prick. I normally don’t get that worked up, but something about this guy I didn’t like. Suddenly, I could feel my leg drop free. The pressure on my back decreased and I tried to move out from under his weight.

“You think you’re finished with this hold? Guess again pretty boy.” His fingers snaked their way down to my speedos, and the horrible pain started to mix with a wash of pleasure. His fingers found my balls and started to massage them in a circle. “Emissions count bitch, and you’re going to blow it.”

I’ve been horny during a match, but this was taking it to another level, I had never lost my load and this guy had a perfect grip on my nuts. There was no escape, so all I could do was take the pleasure filled abuse. I slammed my fist against the mat in frustration as he dug deep into my speedos to grope my crotch. I could feel my nuts tighten up against my body as I approached climax. “Almost there stud, I heard about you, some freestyle champ, but look at you now, going to blow your load all over those speedos.”

I couldn’t respond to him, he was right, I was trapped, and there’s nothing I can do. I started to relax my tensed body as the strokes started to get faster. I began breathing deeply as the first shot filled my speedos, and the front turned a darker blue.

He was quick to let my other leg go and let me drop to the ground. I rolled over onto my back, looking to regain some strength by straightening my back out. I glanced down at my speedos, now soaked from my loss. “1 to nothing big boy.” Matt said from the corner of his room, toweling off his sweat.

I got up and went over to my gym bag, stripping off the speedos and taking out my singlet. I pulled up it slow over my naked body, making sure to adjust the straps and the legs to be perfect. I turned and looked at Matt. “OK man, you got lucky, wait till I get you in my spladle.”

“We’ll see pussy boy, you seemed to enjoy the crab well enough though.”

There was nothing I could say back to him, he had beaten me with his combination of pain and pleasure, and the only way I could redeem my pride was with two straight wins. We began to circle again in the center of the mat. I tried to trick him by looking down at his leg and then going for a kick to his abs instead.

“No no no, bitch,” he said as he grabbed my leg out of the air, and then, to my surprise let me go. I couldn’t imagine why a guy would let go of an advantage like that, but just then he rushed me and got me into a clinch. I felt his arms wrap around my midsection, and the arms cinch together at my back. The crab already weakened me more than I thought it had.

It was still in the early part of the bearhug, I kicked my legs and squirmed as much as I could. His grip weakened, but he’d let go and retighten again. Soon, my breathing became stunted as he crushed in at my lungs. That familiar dull ache returned to my back, and my boner started to grow as it pressed into his boxerjock. I had committed myself to not giving him that second submission, so as the hold grew tighter, I pressed my eyes shut and tried to stand the pain.

My breathing got slower as he crushed and crushed. He asked for my submission, and for every time I gave him a silent reply, the arms would crush more. Our sweat started to mix as our bodies pressed together. His boner raged out of his Under Armour, and I leaned my head onto his neck as the life was being squeezed out of me. My eyes now long shut, I started to drift off as the pressure prevented me from being able to breathe in and then all I knew was silence, and darkness. My consciousness had been cut from the horrible pain of the hold, and I fell limp to the soft mat. My cock raised hard and pointed out from the singlet, and he posed over me for a few moments, before taking a seat on my upper chest.

I awoke to find his package sitting on my chin, smiling down at me. “I win, and you’re my newest jobber boy. Come back next week for your lesson.”