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Today was the day. I had responded to an Internet ad advertising a "bodybuilder heel," and I was going to wrestle him today. I followed the directions he had e-mailed me and arrived at his house about 10:00 a.m. Ringing the doorbell, I felt a surge of nervous excitement. I had "jobbed" for female wrestlers before, but never for a male. What would he do to me?

Aaron answered the door on my first ring, and politely let me in. He was at least 6’ 2" tall, and he looked very strong in a pair of sweatpants and a cut-off T-shirt. His biceps were HUGE, and I started to realize just how much punishment I was going to have to take. He got me some iced tea while we made some small talk, then finally went down to his basement.

He had wrestling mats set up, and couches surrounded the border of the ring. Aaron took off his sweatpants to reveal a pair of massive thighs contained in a navy blue, posing-style bathing suit. He took off his t-shirt, and his chest was even bigger than I imagined. I stripped into my own lime green Speedo, suddenly feeling inadequate about my 5’ 10", 185-lb. jogger’s build. I had the feeling I was going to be on the losing end of this match.

We started out with a "test of strength," and immediately I was forced to the mat on my knees by this beefy, brawny, bodybuilder. He soon sneaked behind me and wrapped his massive thighs around my waist, trapping me in an inescapable bodyscissors. When I tried to pry his tree trunk-thighs off of my slender waist, he grabbed my puny arms and pinned them behind my back! I was totally trapped!

"How do you like this hold, Mike?" Aaron asked me. I grunted in reply. With my arms trapped behind my back, there wasn’t much I could do. I wiggled my torso back and forth as much as I could, but Aaron just squeezed his rock-hard thighs tighter around my tummy.

"Ohhhh," I moaned. "That hurts, Aaron..." He laughed cruelly.

"It’s supposed to hurt, Mike," he said. "You’re gonna take a lot of pain today." He didn’t even give me a chance to give up! I struggled harder, but the harder I tried, the tighter his grip became.

"Oh, please stop, Aaron! That hurts! Please let me go...I can’t breathe!" I whined weakly.

"Already? Man, what a wimp you are!" Aaron laughed. He shoved me off of him onto the mat. I coughed weakly as I tried to roll onto my side, when suddenly I felt Aaron’s steel grip reach into the waistband of my Speedo and yank it toward my neck. My suit rode painfully into the crack of my ass, pinning my balls to my body and threatening to split them in half. The pain was excruciating!

"Ahhhhhhhhh no, Aaron," my voice shot up at least an octave as I struggled for breath. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" I weakly tried to wiggle away, but he was too strong and soon stood beside me.

"Come on, Mike...we’re going for a little walk," he said. Keeping one hand on my Speedo waistband, he casually walked around the ring. I had no choice to follow, scuttling painfully after him on my hands and knees.

"That’s good, Mike," Aaron said. "You’re just like my little dog now, aren’t you?"

"Yes, Aaron," I whined weakly. He laughed again.

"And little dogs bark, don’t they, Mike?"

"Yes, Aaron," I mumbled. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming next.

"I want to hear you bark, little dog," he said.

"Woof, woof, woof," I barked softly, feeling very humiliated.

"Oh, that’s not nearly loud enough, little dog," Aaron said, slapping my bottom hard for emphasis.

"OWW!" I said as the stinging crack of Aaron’s spanking reverberated in the air. "WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!" I barked as loud as I could, hoping to avoid another spanking and to please my new master. Aaron laughed, yanked me to my knees, and got behind me. He quickly wrapped his iron-like right bicep around my neck, grasping his equally hard left forearm just below my left year. My poor, scrawny little neck was being crushed in a devastating sleeper hold!

"Eeiiihhhh," I gasped – I wanted to submit, but this mumbling was all I could say.

"What was that, Mike?" Aaron asked. By now, I couldn’t even gasp in reply – my ears were full of fuzzy static, my eyes were full of stars, and sensations all over my body were lessening as I started to drift off to slumberland. I barely felt Aaron lift my right arm straight up in the air then let it go in the ultimate humiliating gesture for the victim of a sleeperhold. In my weakened and defeated condition, my arm dropped like a rock and thudded against my pathetic body. The static in my ears thickened like the roaring of the ocean, and I slowly passed out...

Seemingly hours later, I became vaguely aware of a tapping sensation against my left cheek. I tried to shake my head to get rid of the cobwebs, but I couldn’t move my head from side to side...something was holding it in place. With the greatest effort that my weakened body was able to muster, I forced my eyes to open just a tiny bit, and I found myself staring at the navy blue material of Aaron’s Speedo. His heavily muscled thighs rested on either side of my head, pinning my head into place as he sat high atop my chest, just below my chin. When Aaron saw me open my eyes, he stopped tapping me on the cheek for a minute.

"Well, look who’s awake," he laughed. "How did you like my sleeper hold, Mike? Or maybe I should say ‘Michelle.’" He laughed again.

"Mmmmmmmmph," was all I could muster.

"What was that Michelle?" Aaron asked, mocking me. "I couldn’t really hear you. In fact, I think ‘Michelle’ is a little too strong of a name for you. I know a girl named Michelle who would kick your ass! I think your new name is going to be ‘Aaron’s bitch’ – how do you like that?"

I was extremely humiliated. What had started out as a competitive wrestling match had turned into a one-sided domination session. Aaron had knocked me out, and now he had me trapped in a schoolboy pin. Worse yet, there was nothing I could do about it. I truly was Aaron’s bitch.

"Okay, Aaron, you win," I mumbled into the crotch of his Speedo. He laughed cruelly again.

"Oh, I know I win, bitch...I want to hear you admit that your new name is ‘Aaron’s bitch.’" He clamped his thighs even tighter around my head. "SAY IT!"

"Owww! Okay! I’m Aaron’s bitch! I’m Aaron’s bitch! I’M AARON’S BITCH!" I yelled with as much strength as I could muster.

Aaron leaned forward and put his crotch right over my mouth, cutting off my air supply and forcing me to take his balls into my mouth through the navy blue material of his Speedo. While his balls filled up my mouth, his rapidly hardening cock pressed firmly against my nose, smashing it down into my face and making it even harder for me to breathe. Aaron was going to knock me out again!

"That’s right, bitch," he said. "I’m gonna sit on your face for a while, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Right, bitch?"

"Mmmmpphright, Aaronmmph," I choked out through his balls. Aaron sat on my face even harder, forcing his balls deep into my mouth. I squirmed back and forth beneath his face-sit, yet I knew I was going nowhere unless Aaron wanted me to. And he was clearly enjoying using my face as his own personal seat far too much to even think about letting me go. The longer he sat on my face, the harder it became for me to breathe and the weaker I became. Aaron must have sensed that I was on the verge of passing out, because he leaned back momentarily and I heard the "click" of a camera and I knew he was recording this image on film – the image of me lying helpless, flat on my back, while he stuffed his balls into my mouth. I shuddered in humiliation when I thought about this photo being posted on-line somewhere.

Mercifully, Aaron sat down harder on my face, filling my mouth with his balls and forcing "Aaron’s bitch" to pass out for the second time that evening.

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