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 weight,” 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.
“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 knowing 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.