Fetish Wrestling Alliance

The following story is entirely fictional and features consenting adults engaging in kink-themed activities.

Fetish Wrestling Alliance.

Vs. Lana Coldwell

I had no idea why I had thought this was a good idea. Looking back, I really had no idea what I was letting myself in for, I guess it was my own fault for being a little too over confident. But let me start at the beginning.

Wrestling. Yeah I was a fan, and I remember seeing a flyer or an ad somewhere for a wrestling show in my own town, something called the FWA or Fetish Wrestling Alliance. It looked like a cheap promotion catered to a more 'adult' crowd and apparently everyone was welcome. I decided it could be a bit of fun to go and watch this show so why the hell not? I bought my ticket and here I was, sitting in a crowd of people on some bleacher-like benches that were stacked up around three of the four walls in a large auditorium, facing a large square wrestling ring.

The show started with an attractive woman host heading out to the ring and giving a typical welcome speech before the actual wrestling started. According to the host, there would be competitors here who would cater to every fetish while trying to take down their opponents. I took a big swig of my beer and waited happily for the first match of the night to get started.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome our first competitors of the evening. First up is Knightmare!" The crowd clapped and cheered as the man known as Knightmare made his way to the ring, he was a rather toned guy with very defined muscles rippling as he showed off in the ring wearing a facsimile of an old knight cloak and armour, which he removed once he was in the ring, leaving him stood in just a small pair of shorts as he waited for his opponent.

"Aaaand his opponent, give it up for Selina Shibari!" So this was going to be a mixed match by the looks of it. Selena Shibari turned out to be a tall, lean looking woman of oriental heritage, I assumed Japanese given the nickname 'shibari'. Selena Shibari headed into the ring carrying a small black bag which she deposited near one of the corner turnbuckles as she stretched herself out waiting for the bell to ring. I couldn't help but think that Knightmare had the obvious advantage in this match, even as lean as Selena was, there was surely no way she would be able to overpower a guy as strong as Knightmare looked to be.

'Ding ding ding!' The bell rang and the two wrestlers locked up and began the first match of the show. The match started with some typical wrestling moves from both competitors, arm drag takedowns and back body drops and the like. I had to admit, it looked a lot more competitive than I thought, after a few minutes both wrestlers had worked up an obvious sweat as they did all they could to take down their opponent, with Knightmare having a clear advantage as he overpowered Selena Shibari at regular points.

I was just beginning to wonder where the 'fetish' portion of the night was when Selena Shibari seemed to answer my thought. She managed to take down Knightmare with a leg sweep that left him flat on his stomach, before he could recover however, Selena had mounted him from behind before locking her legs underneath both of his armpits in a lotus lock position, effectively immobilising him. As Knightmare struggled to get free with both of his arms trapped behind him between Selenas legs, Selena herself stretched herself backwards and reached towards the turnbuckle where she had left her bag. The bag, it turns out, was filled with lengths of white rope. Knightmare seemed to realise what was going on and redoubled his struggle to escape, but there was nothing he could do to get leverage with his arms stretched so awkwardly behind him.

Selena, in an obviously practiced motion, began to bind the elbows of the trapped arms of Knightmare. She followed up with another length of rope that she used to bind the wrists of Knightmare, before rolling off him and leaving him to struggle on the floor for a second with arms trapped behind him. As Knightmare struggled in vain to escape the ropes binding his arms, Selena unravelled a few more coils of rope from her bag and sauntered casually over to the bound man. In no time at all, she had his legs bound at the knees and ankles before turning it into a strict hogtie as she attached his ankles to his wrists. The crowd cheered loudly at the impressive display from Selena Shibari, she had appeared to be at an obvious disadvantage going into the match but her mastery of the ropes she had brought with her had given her an easy victory.

Selena clearly wasn't finished with her opponent however, as she headed over and grabbed a hold of the shorts Knightmare was wearing, pulling violently and ripping them clean off, leaving the man bound naked in the middle of the ring.

'Ding ding ding!' The bell rang and the Hostess' voice played out of the speaker. "And it looks like poor Knightmare can no longer continue the fight. This means that your winner is. The Mistress of the ropes... SELENA SHIBARIIII!!" I clapped and cheered along as the victor paraded around the ring and posed with her foot placed on the back of her bound opponent. I expected someone to just come along and untie Knightmare now that the match was over, but instead, a man and a woman came walking out to the ring wheeling a stretcher along with them. They positioned the stretcher at the side of the ring and slid the bound Knightmare under the ropes before wheeling him back up the aisle to the back. My confusion was answered by the hostess shortly after.

"As always here in the FWA, to the victor goes the spoils. Our poor bound loser will be delivered to the winners dressing room, his fate for the rest of the night will be left up to the delightful Miss Shibari." That had to be a work, right? There was no way the guy would just be left tied up in Shibari's dressing room all night.

I didn't really have time to dwell too much on this as the Hostess began her introduction for the next bout.

"All right folks, who's ready for a little girl on girl action?" She said, her voice ringing out through the speakers to the delight of all the men in the audience.

"Let's give it up for our next match, we have the undefeated Hypnotica versus the voluptuous Vector!" The crowd seemed to go crazy at the mention of Hypnotica's name, clearly she was a fan favourite in this league.

Vector was a sight to behold, with wide hips and large breasts, she sashayed around the ring with her boobs bouncing along in a small top that could barely contain them and an equally small pair of shorts that were wedged between her large ass cheeks. Hypnotica herself was dressed far more reserved, with tight purple pants that hugged her legs and green spiral patterns printed up and down them, with a tight vest top to match. She moved with a practiced grace, the slow, sensual sway seemed to draw the eyes of everyone in the building, even though Vector was the one with the 'assets'.

The two opponents began circling each other as the bell rang. Hypnotica seemed far more confident than her opponent, not even taking up a fighting stance as Vector prowled cautiously around the ring. The two started trading lockups and takedowns, with Hypnotica seeming unperturbed by anything Vector threw at her, always springing back to her feet with confidence without ever pressing for her own advantage. After a few minutes of the match, Hypnotica seemed to spot an opening, with a smooth grace she slipped quickly behind Vector and locked her arms behind Vector's neck in a full nelson hold. Vector seemed to sense danger as she began struggling wildly to try and break the hold, her sizable breasts bouncing around as she did.

With Vector trapped in the full nelson hold, it meant that Hypnotica's head was positioned close behind her own, a position which seemed to favor Hypnotica as she leant her head forward and seemed to begin talking softly into Vector's ear. Vector screwed her face up in what looked like an attempt to block out any noise, clearly doing her best not to listen to whatever it was Hypnotica was saying. The audience fell silent as Hypnotica continued speaking into the ear of her trapped opponent, I couldn't hear what she was saying from my spot in the bleachers, but it seemed to be having an effect on Vector, as her struggles began to slowly fade away until she was almost perfectly still in the full nelson hold.

After a few minutes of speaking into Vector's ear, Hypnotica released the full nelson and we all watched on as Vector dropped to her knees with a vacant expression on her face. Hypnotica casually walked over to one of the corners and perched herself on the middle turnbuckle, just watching as Vector slowly seemed to wake up from what looked like a sort of trance. Surely she couldn't have actually been hypnotized in the middle of a match, this had to just be for show, right?

Vector seemed to take a second to realize where she was, and then started removing her ring gear!

I was shocked as I watched Vector removing her own top, exposing her huge breasts to the crowd, this was quickly followed by her taking off her shorts, leaving her kneeling in the middle of the ring completely naked. Vector still seemed a little dazed as one of her hands slowly made its way between her legs. Vector was pleasuring herself right in the middle of a wrestling match.

Hypnotica and the whole crowd watched and listened as Vector began moaning as her hand picked up speed between her legs, two of her fingers had found their way inside her wet pussy and she was now rapidly thrusting them in and out of herself. The crowd cheered loudly, egging her on as she diddled herself in the ring. After a minute or two, Vector's free hand made its way up to her chest and she began aggressively squeezing one of her massive tits as her moans got louder and louder. Was this girl really going to make herself cum?

I got my answer shortly after as she screamed out loud in what was clearly a powerful, self inflicted orgasm.

The crowd cheered as Vector slowly finished masturbating herself, as soon as her hand had stopped moving, a look of realization seemed to slowly make its way across her face and her voice could clearly be heard as she spoke.

"God dammit Heather! Was that really necessary?" She said, looking at Hypnotica with angry glare.

"Hahaha, sorry girl. But a match is a match, I can't risk my undefeated streak now can I? And don't break character! It's Hypnotica, remember." Hypnotica (I guess her real name was actually Heather) replied with a smile. "So, had enough or shall we continue?"

Vector seemed to think about it for a moment, before clearly thinking better of it. "Fuck you! I forfeit."

"And here is your winner, and still undefeated ... The Mistress of the mind. HYPNOTICAAA!" The crowd cheered as the hostess declared the winner of the match. Followed by Hypnotica leading her defeated opponent by the hand to the back.

The next match featured two guys, which wasn't something I was interested in watching right now, so I headed to the bar to grab another beer. I spent a few minutes in the bar area, queuing for a drink, listening to the cheers from the audience as the two men had their match. I heard the match come to a close while I was taking a leak in the bathroom, so I washed up and headed back towards my seat, this simple act seemed to be the start of my downfall.

As I headed back through the doors to the main auditorium, the hostess was standing in the ring with what appeared to be one of the next competitors, but as she spoke it sounded like she was talking to the audience.

"Ohh looks like we have a taker!" The hostess said, looking straight at me as she did. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights as I stood there, having no clue what was happening.

"Ummm, what?"

"Aww don't be shy sweety, Lana here was just issuing an open challenge to anyone in the building and here you are. Why don't you come on up and introduce yourself." Lana, so that was the girl in the ring who was seemingly looking for an opponent. Just like the rest of the girls I had seen so far at this event, Lana was very attractive and it was obvious she kept herself in good shape.

Lana was wearing long, white yoga pants style trousers that covered her legs with a gray chain and padlock pattern on them. The pants themselves had a seam that ran between her ass cheeks, drawing my attention to her behind as she paced the edge of the ring. Her top half was covered mostly by a short, white, zip-up jacket that stopped before it got near the waistline of her pants; the back of the jacket simply had a large padlock printed on it, leaving me wondering what her specialty could have been.

By this point I think I must have had just enough beers to give me the false confidence I needed to say 'fuck it' and climb up the steel steps and into the ring, earning a small cheer from the audience as I did.

Lana gave me a smile and wink as I entered, but didn't say anything to me. Instead, the hostess ushered me to stand in the middle of the ring and held the microphone up to my face after prompting me to introduce myself.

"Hey everyone, I'm Brad." I said, hearing my own voice echo around the arena.

"Wow, clearly a man of few words. So 'Brad', what makes you think you can beat a seasoned pro like Lana here?" The hostess asked, but she didn't stick the mic back in my face immediately. Instead, she covered it with her hand and leaned in close to whisper quickly into my ear.

"C'mon kid, gimme something to work with, I need to get the crowd worked up a little."

"Right, got it." I answered quickly and quietly before she stuck the microphone back in front of me.

"Well ... I may not be as experienced as Lana, but I've been watching wrestling all my life so I think I have a pretty good chance." I said, turning to look at Lana, who was standing in her corner giving an exaggerated yawn as I spoke.

"That's it?" The hostess whispered quickly in my ear again. "C'mon man, you said you've watched wrestling before so you should know how this works ... piss her off already!" She said, before raising the mic up to her mouth so everyone could hear her next words.

"Oh really, so you think just because you've watched a little wrestling that means you can take on one of the FWA's finest huh?"

"Well ... there's that and the fact I'm probably a lot stronger than her." I said, confident that it was probably true. Lana looked in good shape as I said, but she was clearly a little shorter than me and I wasn't in terrible shape myself. I worked out once or twice a week, schedule depending, and I was only twenty five years old so physically I was 'in my prime' some might say.

My statement seemed to go over well with the audience at least, I heard a loud 'Ooooohh' go out after I declared I was stronger than Lana.

"That's better, gimme more!" The hostess hissed in my ear, raising the mic back up to my mouth.

The reaction from the audience and the hostess, plus the beer had given me a big boost in confidence, so I decided to give the host (and the crowd) something more to go on.

"And I'm taller, so I'm definitely faster. Honestly, I don't think Lana stands a chance against me!" Another loud 'ooooo' from the audience, followed by a few clear 'boos' aimed my way, it felt good to get the reaction ... I guess this is why so many wrestlers like playing the heel role.

"My only regret is that I don't have a dressing room for you to deliver Lana to when I get finished kicking her ass!" I said the last part of my 'promo' with an added layer of enthusiasm ... I smiled as I felt a small adrenaline rush from the audience's response. The hostess lady also seemed super happy with my little speech. Lana on the other hand, had an angry look on her face that left me a little worried, she knew this was all just for show ... right?

"Okay ladies and gentlemen, let's give it up for our brave challenger ... Umm ... Brad the Bulldozer!!"

The bulldozer huh, I was more than happy with that nickname and gave a wave as the audience rained boo's down on me.

"Great work kid, just need you to sign these consent forms and I'll leave you to it." The hostess said, pulling a manilla folder from somewhere inside her jacket.

"Consent forms?"

"Yeah, ya know it can get a little .... Steamy in these matches, so you gotta consent to the sexy stuff. All pretty boilerplate stuff." She said, pushing a pen into my hand. I signed the forms quickly and took my position in the corner opposite Lana as the hostess took centre stage and got the match started. I was a little concerned at what was on the forms, but I figured any 'sexy stuff' involving Lana would be okay with me.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is about to get underway. Please give it up for Brad the Bulldozer, versus, Lana the Cockblock Coldwell!"

Lana the cockblock? What kind of nickname was that? I didn't have time to wonder long though, as Lana had quickly rushed my corner and driven me hard into the turnbuckle with her shoulder, knocking the wind out of me in the process.

"So what was it you said about kicking my ass?" She said, grabbing my arm and whipping me into the opposite corner. I turned my back to the turnbuckle to absorb the blow but as soon as I impacted, I realized Lana had sprinted across the ring with me and followed up with another hard shoulder charge right into my abdomen.

"Still think you're faster than me Mr Bulldozer?" She said in a mocking voice as I clutched my stomach. I responded by lashing out at her, intending to hit her with a big clothesline, but she saw it coming and ducked underneath my arm. Before I could recover from my missed swing, I felt both her hands grab ahold of my shirt and quickly yank it up over my head. Looks like I'm finishing this match topless!

"Hey!" I yelled as Lana flung my top out of the ring.

"Sorry kid, anything goes in this league. If I were you though, I would be trying my best to not let me get at any more of your clothes or this match will be over pretty quick."

I didn't like the sound of her warning, nor did I like the idea of being stripped to nothing in front of the crowd. I resolved myself to do better in the match from this point.

Lana and I locked up afterwards and for a few minutes I felt like I may just have a chance in this match after all. I managed to take her down with a leg sweep but she recovered quickly and countered with a running cross body, the momentum of her lithe body flying at me was enough to take me down to the mat near one of the corners. Lana quickly hopped up to the second turnbuckle and leapt backwards, butt first in seated senton right to my stomach, once again driving all the wind out of me with an audible 'oof!'

I felt her hands fiddling around at my waist as she sat atop my winded body, and before I could get to grips with what she was doing, she had stood up and backed away ... Taking my jeans with her!

I got back to my feet slowly as Lana discarded my pants the same way she had my shirt. I was now wrestling in just my boxers. Thankfully they weren't too far removed from what a lot of guys wrestle in so I didn't look too out of place. But I was starting to worry about her warning about losing my clothes. And what was with the whole 'cockblock' nickname she had?

"Oh-oh, just a little pair of shorts are all that's stopping me from having my fun. Wanna just forfeit now? Or are you still confident you can beat me?" Lana said, excitement clear on her face as she slowly approached me. "I'll tell you what big shot, you get on your knees right now and kiss my ass right here in the middle of the ring, and I'll let you go back to your seat, how about it?"

Looking back, I probably should have taken her offer, but my pride was on the line here.

"Not a fucking prayer!" I said, lowering my stance to prepare for another attack.

"We'll see about that." She replied, her stance mirroring my own. I decided to try and catch her off guard and lunged for her waist, hoping for a simple spinebuster, but she was too quick for me. She seemed to leap right over the top of me and wrap her arm around my neck in a perfect sleeper hold, squeezing the life out of me. I struggled for a few seconds as I slowly ran out of air before dropping down to one knee.

As soon as she saw I was running out of oxygen, Lana released the hold and slammed me onto my back. I looked up, gasping for breath as Lana stepped over the top of me facing my feet and giving me a great view of her ass.

"'Not a prayer'. That's what you said about kissing my ass, right? You should have taken my offer earlier." She said as she reached back and grabbed the seam of her tight leggings, pulling it upwards so that each one of her ass cheeks was clearly defined in the tight material. Happy with how her leggings were sat, she quickly lowered her ass right onto my face.

My vision went dark as Lana's ass smothered my face, wiggling her hips from side to side to make sure my whole face was covered, once more restricting my breathing. I reached up with my hands to grab something but Lana quickly grabbed my wrists and forced them down so they were pinned to my sides by her thighs.

After a few seconds of her smothering, I felt her raise her ass up, away from my face and start talking as I took in breath.

"Like I said, it would have been easier to take my offer, cause now you're gonna kiss my ass anyway."

"Like hell I am!" I replied, defiantly.

In response, she simply lowered her ass back to my face, smothering again. She held her position for what felt like forever, but was probably only around 30 seconds, before she let up again.

"You know I could keep doing this til you pass out, then finish stripping you naked and leave you here unconscious in the ring. Is that what you want?" She asked as the crowd cheered for her display of dominance. "All you gotta do is kiss my ass and I'll finish the fight, otherwise you're in for a long night."

She had me beat and she knew it, and the more time I spent under her ass, the more embarrassing it would be when the match eventually finished.

"Grrr! Fine!" I said, lifting my head off the mat to plant a quick kiss on one of her cheeks. I realized then that I needed to get out of this position quickly, before my cock gave away how much of a turn on this was starting to be. I mean, I had a pretty nicely toned ass right in my face, how could I not be a little aroused?

I heard a little laughter and some cheering ripple through the crowd at my obvious act of submission.

"There now, was that so difficult?" Lana said, satisfaction obvious in her voice.

"Whatever, I did what you asked. Can you let me up now?"

"Soon. First I have a little business with these boxers of yours." Lana said, leaning forward to get at my underwear.

"What? You said if I kissed your ass you'd end the fight. I did what you said, it's over."

"Noooo, what I said was 'I'll finish the fight', this is me finishing the fight. With that said, Lana didn't even need to slide my underwear away down my legs, she simply tore them clean apart, pulling both her hands sideways and away from my body until she was holding two shredded pieces of underwear. This action got a huge cheer from the audience and deep red flush to my face as the embarrassment set in.

"There's my prize!" Lana said from atop me, as she leaned forward to inspect my junk. "Hmmm, I think I have just the thing..."

I saw both of her hands reach into the pockets of her jacket and pull out two small black bags, which she dropped on my chest between her thighs.

"What's that? What're you doing?" I asked, struggling futilely as I heard the clinking sound of metal on metal while Lana searched through the bags.

"I'm claiming my prize ... duh! Did you not wonder why they call me the cockblock?

Cockblock.... oh no!

"Wait ... is that what I think it is?" I said, wondering how I could be so slow as to not realize this girl's specialty, the padlock pattern on her outfit should have been a dead giveaway.

"That depends, do you think it's a shiny steel chastity cage to lock up your cock? If so, then yes!"

I felt a tightness and some pressure on my balls as Lana pushed them through a cold steel ring.

I figured this part had to be for show, just to play my defeat up to the audience, I was a volunteer here, she would just take it off in the backstage area ... surely. With that in mind, I resisted struggling and just let her apply the cage to my dick.

A few moments later, her job done, Lana jumped back to her feet.

"Well, I think that counts as a win for me. Unless you wanted to continue?"

"No ... You win. I forfeit." I said, examining the cage she had placed around my cock. It was a solid steel contraption with a built in lock that looked like it would be difficult to remove without the key.

"And here is your winner ... Lana the cockblock Coldwellllll!" The hostess' voice rang out loudly through the stadium as I got back to my feet with my hands covering my caged package.

Lana took a quick victory lap around the ring before turning back to face me with a smile. "I think you'd better make your way to my dressing room."

With my head bowed low in defeat, I headed out of the ring. It was a bit of a struggle to climb through the ropes while trying to keep my package hidden beneath my hands, and my struggling only gave the audience more to laugh about. When I got out of the ring, there was a woman waiting to lead me to the back, informing me that clothes had already been picked up and moved to Lana's dressing room. I followed along as the audience laughed and booed at me, eventually reaching a door that had Lana's name on.

I was left alone in Lana's dressing room waiting for her to arrive. The room itself wasn't too large, a few lockers on one of the walls with an old school wooden changing bench in front of it, and a padded corner sofa in one corner of the room, with a small table positioned in front of it. On the table were my jeans and shirt from earlier, I assumed the boxers had just been thrown away.

I picked up the jeans and stepped one leg into them when I heard the door open behind me.

"And who said you could get dressed?" Lana entered the room, laughing as her entrance had startled me a little, causing me to hop around with one leg in my jeans and the other bare.

"Oh, hey. Can you remove this thing now? Please." I asked.

"Why would I remove it? I won, didn't I?"

"Well yeah but, You can't actually leave me locked in this thing. I'm not even part of this organisation, just a volunteer!" I said as I finished getting dressed, Lana made no move to stop me.

"No, but you signed the consent forms, so I get to do what I want. And what I want is for you to stay locked in chastity. Don't think I didn't notice your cock starting to get hard in our match earlier, you little pervert! I know full well that if I let you out of that cage you would be jerking yourself off the second you were alone, thinking about my ass on your face as you did!" I had to admit, she wasn't totally wrong.

"So what?! That has nothing to do with you, and I can't go home in a damn chastity cage!"

"Well, you're gonna have to kid, cause I ain't unlocking you yet." Lana said as she casually sat on the sofa in the corner of her room.

"Okay, so... When?"

"Hmm, I think Wednesday, on one condition of course." She said, with a mischievous look on her face.

"Wednesday? But that's like four days away! And what's the condition?" I asked, not happy about the prospect of not being able to even get hard for the next couple of days.

"Simple, we have another show on Wednesday, and I want you to come for another match."

"With you?"

"No, not with me, I'm already scheduled to face someone else on Wednesday. But you were entertaining enough, a clueless, overconfident rookie getting their ass handed to em, it's a winning formula. So I'll make sure to find you an opponent."

"And what if I refuse?" I asked.

"Then you'd better get used to that cage." Lana wasn't leaving me much choice really. And even though it was embarrassing, I had to admit it was fun.... At least it was until my cock got locked away, but an opportunity to potentially wrestle with more hot girls....

"Fine, I guess I don't have much choice then, I'll come back on Wednesday, but you gotta take this cage off, win or lose."

"Done! See you back here on Wednesday, I'll even make sure you have a dressing room, just in case you win."

I walked home with the cage still in place, deflated at not being able to 'enjoy myself' and wondering who I would be facing next week.

End.