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I assume this means you enjoyed so thank you.I will continue it as soon as possible. I see from your profile that we may have similar interests. Do you by chance know where i can find stories similar to the one i'm working on?

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And it's OK to write some FvF stories, too! 😊

Yes i agree. One story at a time though.

Hi everyone. I haunt been on in a while but I thought i'd share this story that I am working on. This is just the first part but if people seem to like it then I will continue. All feedback is appreciated. Please also say hello if you perhaps share my fascination with male vs. male scenarios in which females are there watching. I'm a writer so i love to share stories that are similar in nature.

*Please note that this story is intended for adults only. All characters are adults as well.*

Montana Manhandled

Part 1:

My name is Brad Montana, and for as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be pro wrestler. After high school I left home to begin training at an actual pro wrestling school. I’d always been a very good athlete, so it came as no surprise that I was a complete natural inside the wrestling ring. My speed and coordination helped me match up with wrestlers of all different sizes, including guys that were much bigger than me. It also helped that I had great deal of confidence and a never quit type of attitude.
Over the next few years I spent most of my time training and wrestling for small independent wrestling promotions all over the country. The life was hard, and it didn’t pay much, but my improving skills in the ring helped me really stand out everywhere that I wrestled. Not surprisingly, I became especially popular with many of the female fans that would come to the shows.
I’ve always done well with women, thanks mostly to my good looks and charismatic personality. I’ve never been one to brag, but I have been told my different women that I am quite the Latin heartthrob with my wavy black hair, naturally tanned skin, and a smile that has always made women melt. I’ve never been the biggest guy around at 6’0” and 215 pounds, but I make up for it with a body that makes all women get week in the knees. My arms are thick, my abs a cut, and my legs are solid. The part of my body that I’m most proud of however is my broad muscular shoulders. My shoulders, along with my chiseled pecs, give my upper body that perfect V-shape that looks great whether I have a shirt on or not. It’s not easy to maintain a body like mine. It takes a lot of hard work, but it’s what I have to do if want to look good in the kinds of skimpy little pairs of wrestling trunks that wrestlers like me typically wear. And judging from the reaction that I get from the ladies each time that I walk out to the ring, I’d say that I’m doing a pretty good job.
By the time I was 25 I had already built up quite a reputation as a pro wrestler. One night after a show I was approached by a woman named Miss Melanie Perkins, Miss Perkins, for short. Despite being in her early 40s, Miss Perkins was still an unbelievably attractive woman. The striking blonde hand no trouble getting my attention thanks to the very revealing female business suit that she had on. She had the top three buttons of her white dress shirt undone, which made it very difficult not to stare at her amazing cleavage as the two of us stood there talking.
Miss Perkins said that she had had her eye on me for a while and that she was very impressed with what she had seen of me in the ring. She thought that I would be just perfect for the Stud Pro Wrestling Association (SPWA), a wrestling promotion that Miss Perkins owned and operated herself. I had never heard of the SPWA, but as Miss Perkins began telling me about this unique wrestling organization, I quickly became intrigued.
The Stud Pro Wrestling Association was not like any other wrestling organization in the entire world. For starters, the company was run entirely by women. As the owner, Miss Perkins made all the final decisions about what went on in her wrestling organization. All of her referees, ring announcers, and technical crew were all women. Miss Perkins also demanded that only female fans be allowed to attend the SPWA’s weekly shows. She felt that it gave the shows a very unique and exciting feel. The only men that were allowed to attend the shows were the men who worked as the security for the events, and of course the wrestlers. Not just anyone could wrestle in the SPWA however. Each of the SPWA’s wrestlers were carefully selected based on their wrestling skills, their looks, and most importantly, their ability to entertain the type of rowdy females that came to the SPWA shows every week.
All of the SPWA’s shows were held at a small arena in Las Vegas arena known as “The Hen House”. Every Thursday several hundred of the most beautiful females would come out to the Hen House in hopes of getting in to the show. Like with the wrestlers however, not just any woman could get in to see the SPWA shows. Only the most attractive women, all of whom had to be dressed in very sexy and revealing clothing such as short skirts, tight dresses, low cut tops, etc., were allowed inside. The Hen House only had enough room for around 300 fans, so once the building was full, the rest of the fans were turned away. Everyone that wasn’t able to be there live could still catch the weekly shows live over the Internet, but for the lucky women that got to witness a SPWA show live, it was an experience that they would never forget.
From the beginning to the end of each show the crowd of eager females would watch as some of the sexiest male hunks that they had ever laid eyes on battled each other inside the ring to prove to all the ladies that they were the true alpha male. Just the mere sight of these muscular studs in their skimpy pairs of wrestling trunks, which look very much like speedos, was enough to get the ladies screaming at the top of their lungs with nothing only the naughtiest of thoughts on their minds. Sometimes the women didn’t even care about who won and lost the matches, just as long as they got to see these men’s sexy bodies get put on full display. Overall it was the kind of environment that made for the perfect girls night out, and was one that was often just as exciting for the men who were wrestling as well.
I accepted Miss Perkins offer to wrestle in the Stud Pro Wrestling Association almost immediately, and the very next week I had my first match. Since most of the SPWA’s wrestlers had nicknames, I decided to wrestle as “The Latin Bull” Brad Montana. I figured that the name was fitting since I was Latin and I had a very strong looking body. I also thought that it was suggestive enough to drive the women crazy. I was right, and from the first time they announced my name the ladies love me.
Just like Miss Perkins had promised, wrestling in the SPWA was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I won my first match easily against another young wrestler who was overmatched from the very beginning. In a match that really seemed to excite the ladies that were in attendance that night, I overpowered my opponent with ease before finally pinning him in the middle of the ring. I realized right away that one of the things that these women really liked seeing was a good squash match. This is a match where one man just physically dominates the other from start to finish. I supposed that the women simply found it arousing to see a handsome muscular guy have his sexy body beaten and bent in every way possible before finally being pinned. As I walked back towards the dressing room after my match I was practically swarmed by the women in the front rows. The screaming women reached out and grabbed at every part of my body, even my crotch, as if I was some type of celebrity or a piece of meat. These sexy women basically fondled me, but I didn’t mind one bit.
I continued winning all of my matches in SPWA and as I did my popularity grew. Within a few months I was not only undefeated, but I was also one of the most popular wrestlers in the whole company. Every match I would go out of my way to not just win, but to give the fans the biggest thrill possible. I’d especially try to find the most eye popping gear possible since it always seemed to drive the women crazy. They just loved it when I’d come out wearing a pair of brightly colored trunks (red, yellow, purple, etc.) that fit so snug that it left very little to the imagination. I even started going as far as to not wear a protective cup over my crotch so that the women could practically see the outline of my impressive cock through the soft spandex material of my trunks. Most of all, I did this because I knew that when the women reached at to grabbed at my crotch they would get as good of a feel of my large package as possible. This always thrilled the sexy women who sat in the front rows, and I loved it just as much. Most nights would take home one, sometimes two, and sometimes even three, of the girls in the crowd that had really caught my eye that night. I couldn’t imagine that life could get much better. That was of course, until I met Kristy.
Like any good wrestler who wants to keep his body looking good, I made sure to work out several times a week. I was just getting ready to leave the gym one day when I saw the most stunning woman that I had ever seen in my life, Kristy Ortiz. She was a dark haired Latina who looked like the kind of woman that you’d only see on TV or in a magazine. She had big sultry lips, light-brown skin that looked amazingly soft, and a stunningly sexy body that was curved in all the right places. It was hard not to stare at Kristy, especially because of the tight workout gear that she wore to workout in. I wanted so badly to talk to her, but for the first time in my life I was too nervous to say hi to a woman. It took a couple of attempts but finally I worked up the courage to just walk up and introduce myself to the Latin beauty. To my delight, things went very well and before you knew it we had really hit it off. I found everything about Kristy to be sexy, especially the sexy little Latin accent and attitude she spoke and carried herself with. It matched her stunning appearance perfectly.
Kristy and I made small talk for a while and eventually I sensed that the attraction between us was mutual. She laughed and smiled at the things I said, and even complemented my muscular build. I thanked her, and then complemented her own impressive figure. It was at that point that Kristy mentioned that she was actually a model, which came as no surprise to me. She had just moved to Las Vegas and was still getting used to the craziness of the city. I immediately tried to use this to my advantage by offering to show Kristy around town. Amazingly, she agreed, and we made plans to meet the next evening for drinks. As we said goodbye, Kristy leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. This left me feeling very excited about where this exciting new friendship might go.
Kristy and I’s first date went perfectly, and after that night we began spending every possible moment that we could together. We were absolutely crazy about each other, both mentally and physically. It didn’t matter where we were; at home, in the car, or out in public; Kristy I just couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. We would have sex several times a day, sometimes to the point that we could both barely move. Every night after Kristy and I would finish having amazing sex I would find myself laying there flat on my back, exhausted and looking like the kind of beaten jobber that I usually dominated in the ring. I guess that even a someone with all my skills was no match for my sexy new girlfriend.
It soon became very clear that Kristy and I were already getting pretty serious. We would spend most nights together at one of our apartments. We would also call and text each other constantly throughout the day. I didn’t mind as this already felt like the most satisfying relationship that I had ever been in.
By now Kristy and I had also become very comfortable around each other. Kristy would often send me some very suggestive pictures of herself throughout the day on my phone. She said it was her way of helping me “get through the day”. In return, Kristy would often also ask that I walk around at home in nothing more than the designer briefs underwear that I typically wore. She said that she just loved the way my body looked in them, especially in the front. Often, Kristy would also randomly ask me to start flexing my muscles for her. As I did Kristy would then usually start running her hands all over my hard body. Before long we would both usually end up naked and moaning at the top of our lungs.
Despite our level of comfort, there was still one thing that I had still not told Kristy about myself. That of course, was that I was a professional wrestler. Kristy had asked a few times about what I did for a living, but every time I had found a way to avoid answering her. The reason that I was hesitant to her, and many other people too, about what I did for a living, was that I knew that many people had very negative opinions about the wrestling business. I worried that Kristy might find my career choice to be odd or silly, especially when she found out the kind of wrestling company that I wrestled for. After a while however, I could no longer avoid the subject, so one night as we sat together having dinner at a restaurant I came clean to Kristy about my job.
Kristy didn’t say anything at first. She just sat across the table from me staring back at me. For me these few seconds felt like an eternity. Finally a big smile came across Kristy’s gorgeous face and she then lit up like never before. as she leaned forward and quietly squealed with delight.
“Seriously?”, Kristy asked as she leaned forward, quietly squealing with delight. “Are you seriously a pro wrestler?”
I nervously nodded my head yes, hoping that I was correct in assuming that Kristy’s reaction was a positive one.
“Really? Like the pro wrestlers that come out on TV? Are you telling me that my man is like those Studs that wrestle on TV?”
I again just nodded my head but by now I was feeling much more at ease. I could sense that Kristy was now beside herself with excitement.
“Oh my gosh! That is so freaking hot! Baby I cant believe you waited this long to tell me this. You seriously have no idea how hot this gets me. Oh my gosh!”
Kristy’s reaction was a huge relief to me, and by now I was feeling very much at ease. We had already finished eating, so after quickly paying the tab, Kristy and I walked out of the restaurant towards our car and began heading back to my apartment. That whole drive home Kristy asked me question after question about what it was like being a pro wrestler. “How long have you been wrestling?... “Have you ever gotten hurt wrestling?”…“What does it feel like having so many people, especially women, watching you wrestle?... I happily tried to answer all of Kristy’s questions, and as I did she got more and more excited. She became especially fascinated when I started telling her all about the Stud Pro Wrestling Association. It turned out that Kristy had actually heard of the SPWA before. Some of her girlfriends who had been living in Las Vegas for a while had told her all about how it was the hottest show in town for women.
“Well”, Kristy said as she leaned over and put her head on my shoulder as I continued driving. She then reached under my shirt and began slowly running her fingers over my abs. “It doesn’t surprise me one bit that my sexy man has what it takes to be part of the SPWA. I just cant wait to tell all the girls that I get to go home to the hottest wrestler in the whole SPWA every night. They’re going to be so jealous.”
By now I was feeling very dumb for having waited so long to tell my girlfriend about my career.
When we got home Kristy insisted that we watch wrestling on TV. She continued to ask me questions as we sat next to each other on the couch watching the pro wrestling that comes out on national television every Monday. As we sat there, close to each other as we could possibly be, talking and watching match after match, I could sense that Kristy was getting even more excited than I had realized. Her breathing was getting heavier, her heart was racing, and she was beginning to use her hands to explore my body in a way that she had never done before. I also noticed that her beautiful brown nipples seemed to be getting harder underneath the thin white top that she was wearing. She seemed especially excited during a match involving a very large ugly wrestler taking on a very handsome wrestler that was much smaller. The thing that really caught Kristy’s eye about the smaller wrestler was his choice of attire. He wore a very small pair of white wrestling trunks (that looked almost exactly like a speedo), white kneepads, and white boots. He was also in very good physical shape, which meant that he pulled off the look very well. The smaller wrestler gave it his best but for the most part he was completely dominated by his viscous opponent. This didn’t matter to Kristy however, as her eyes were glued to the screen for the entire match. As the match went on I tried to explain to Kristy that the guy in white was what we called a “jobber”, and that he really didn’t stand a chance. To my surprise, Kristy knew exactly what a jobber was since she had actually been watching wrestler since she was small. Kristy then confessed to me that it was often those hopeless jobbers that she had always found to be the sexiest of all the wrestlers.
“I don’t know why”, Kristy said, “but those jobber guys just always seem to hottest guys on the show. They always seem to pick the sexiest things to wear while they wrestle too. For some reason it just does something to me to see them looking so helpless in their little costumes. It’s too bad that they can’t wrestle as good as they look. To tell you the truth it’s amazing to me that you are such a good wrestler since you are just as hot as any of the jobbers that I enjoy watching so much.”
I just smiled as I gently leaned forward and began kissing Kristy on the back of her neck. She immediately let out a soft moan before then turning and facing me. It was then that Kristy asked for me to bring her to my next show so that she could see me in action. Without hesitation I said yes. Kristy now yelled out with excitement and threw her arms around me. She then gave me one of the hottest kisses I have ever experienced. By the time she pulled away I too was now stirring underneath my jeans. I quickly tried to keep things moving but was suddenly stopped by Kristy, who said she had one more question for me.
“Do you wrestle in the same kind of sexy outfits as that jobber on TV?
I didn’t say anything at first. Instead I just smiled as I stood up from the couch. I then took Kristy by the hand and slowly led her over the small closet located near the front door. She didn’t know what to expect as I reached for a small box on the top shelf, but I could see in her eyes that she was excited. After searching through the box for a moment, I finally pulled out the items that I was looking for and handed them to Kristy. Almost immediately Kristy was bursting with excitement over what I handed her. It was stack of 8x10 photos of me posing in my in my wrestling gear. These were the photos that I would often sign and give away to my many fans.
I could tell immediately that Kristy loved them. Her eyes got wide and she had the biggest smile as she carefully looked through all of the different photos that were in the stack. Her favorite was one in which I was down on one knee and flexing my right arm.
“Oh my gosh!”, Kristy finally said, still with a big smile on her face. “You look so hot in that speedo.”
“Trunks”, I replied kindly. “What I’m wearing in the pic are actually called trunks.”
We both smiled at Kristy’s small mistake, however I could easily see why someone might refer to a pair of wrestling trunks as a speedo. They look very similar, especially in a picture. The difference though is that wrestling trunks are usually made out of a very soft type of spandex material that feels very nice against the skin. They also leave very little to the imagination.
“Even sexier” said Kristy, who was still staring at the pic from top to bottom. “So what color are these trunks that you’re wearing in this picture?”
“Red. So are my kneepads. Oh and the boots are white. I prefer it if my gear matches and look good together.”
“I see. Well it’s too bad that the picture is in black and white. I’m sure that the whole outfit looks better in color, and even better in person.
Kristy now place the stack of pictures back in the box and then turned to face me. Without saying anything she reached under my shirt, just as she had on the car ride home, and began running her hand up and down my chest and abdomen. We both now started to breath a little heavier and the tone Kristy’s voice became much more sensual.
“So is there any way you’d be willing to maybe model some of your sexy little pairs of… trunks… for your newest, and biggest, fan? Please!”
I smiled and nodded my head, but before I could say anything Kristy leand in and pressed her soft lips to mine. We now started to kiss passionately until Kristy pulled her head back.
“There’s just one more thing Baby, and I hope you’ll say yes because it sure does mean a whole lot to me.”
I listened as Kristy continued speaking, but by now my cock had gotten really hard, and there was only one thing on my mind.
“Well you see Baby”, Kristy continued, “I don’t want to just sit in the audience when I go to watch you wrestle. I’d rather be right by your side the entire time, as your manager.”
“Manager?” I replied as Kristy’s request took me completely by surprise.
“Yes. I want to be your manager, or valet, as they also call it. I remember whin I was a little girl and I would watch wrestling on TV. I always loved it when one of the handsome wrestlers had a beautiful woman by his side that would walk him out the ring and cheer for him while he was wrestling. They always looked so beautiful too, standing around ringside in a beautiful dress, trying to get the fans to cheer for their man. It would be a dream come true for me to experience that for myself. So what do you say Baby? Wouldn’t you love to have me out there while you were wrestling?”
I didn’t know what to say at first to Kristy’s unexpected request. On one hand I knew that Kristy was just as hot, if not even hotter, than any of those girls that had been a manager or valet for their men in the past, but at the same time I had never really thought about what it would be like to have a manager. I had no idea how it might affect me in the ring.
“I don’t know Babe.”, I said at first. “I’m not sure if…”
I was stopped mid-sentence when Kristy pressed her finger up to my lips. Before I could get in another word, Kristy reached down with her other hand and grabbed onto my still hard cock through my jeans. She then led me to the bedroom and by the time that we had both removed the clothing from each other, I had agreed to let Kristy be my valet for next match. Like I said before, I am simply no match for a woman as sexy as Kristy.
That night Kristy and I had sex for more than three hours. It was easily the best that I had ever had in my entire life. Kristy was like a woman possessed that night as she sat on top of me and furiously rode my throbbing cock. The whole time she repeatedly called me “Champ”, and playfully asked if I was really going to let a girl pin me. After a while I flipped her on her back and with everything I had I thrusted my long cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Each time that I would thrust she would moan with pleasure, while at the same time continuing with her words of encouragement.
“COME ON BABY!” she said while panting and moaning. “SHOW ME WHAT A STUD LIKE YOU CAN DO. GIVE IT TO ME LIKE YOU WOULD IF YOU HAD ME ALONE IN THE RING.”
I don’t know why but for some reason Kristy’s unique form of dirty talk that night made things incredibly hot for me. I came several times that night and every time it felt as if my whole body was going to explode. The same was true for Kristy, who also climaxed several times. By the time we were done we both looked as though we had just finished running a marathon. Neither of us had even and ounce of energy left when we finally laid down to go to sleep that night. As I lay there drifting off to sleep however, with Kristy’s body laying there next to me, her head resting on my chest, I began to get an idea for how I could really make my upcoming match an experience that Kristy would remember forever.

to be continued (maybe)......

Ask this writer to tell you about the way he got manhandeled in front of his woman, on another site. I know this because I'm the one that did it! If he cares to rekindle this rivalry, I would take pleasure in humiliating him again......

Yes and ask Wrangler about the humiliation that he has felt as well at the hands of this here writer..... But yes we will be rekindling this rivalry very soon i hope.

Please continue - excellent story and so well written; had me hard all the time! i used to wrestle a lot and have gf's who were hot sex machines so I know exactly how you felt...i also had a lot of fights over my gf she loved watching men fight over her and the rewards after were amazing; unlike many women who loved watching their men she would fight over me too - and how! maybe i should write up some if you wanted me to

Glad you are enjoying. Yes you should write about your experiences. I'm always looking for other stories to read like this but they are hard to find.

Oh yes...yes we would like you to start writing your TRUE stories. Especially the FvF ones! 😃👍