Clash of the Titans By Stacy Barehugger Nude, erotic, mixed submission-style wrestling between massive muscles. Description of the author and his work (FOR THOSE INTERESTED): I, Stacy Barehugger, am a man who proudly owns a slightly feminine first name. For my writing, I use a thought-provoking last name. I am an author and sometimes illustrator of primarily mixed and sometimes female vs. female wrestling stories, I hope one day to release a book on such matters - including a philosophy on why some men want women to wrestle them at times even more than they might want to make love to them. I am available through Diana the Valkyrie's Bearhug discussion forum. Usually, my stories are about men and strong women who very competitively, and often erotically, wrestle each other. The women do not always win, but they nonetheless prove that they are pound-for-pound NOT the so-called "weaker sex". In fact, sometimes they are the masters of using sex as a weapon in their struggles, and always - they are brave. Although my stories have varying levels of sex and violence (and sometimes neither), usually no character gets more hurt than he or she might want to or deserve to. There is usually a powerful combination of eroticism and competition in the games that the combatants play that is mutually enjoyed between them, with the suspense maintained by making it not easy to predict which of two equally-matched combatants will defeat each other. Sometimes as well, the fight is fought to a draw - proving the equality of the fighters. And sometimes the story is simply about a man who loves to feel the true power of a woman exerted on him. So although my stories feature fleshy female fighters, they strive to be respectful toward women, celebrating their untold potentials, rather than exploitive. I apologize ahead of time if in reading one of my my stories you have found it to rehash material and concepts that I have already used in other stories. It was done for the benefit of those who might not have read any of my previous stories. I would recommend my erotic stories, as well as many of the other fine erotic stories in Diana's story section, to men and (I would imagine a few) women who have close and immediate access either to a cold shower, or each other. The Story: Two of the world's strongest and most massively muscled bodybuilders of both genders are also avid submission-style wrestlers. The male, Kyle, has never been beaten. None of his opponents have matched his size and strength. The female, Marcy, on the other hand, has both won and lost. She has never lost to a woman, but she has won and lost to men - all of whom were about her size, and sometimes larger. As the current champion of the underground fight club, Kyle, has outgrown his current competition. No one seems able to defeat him still. So, the club is offering a handsome amount of prize money to any challenger who, win or lose, will at least not give up until gaining just one submission from the champ. The first challengers all lost without gaining even one submission.. Now it is the last challenger's turn - Marcy - the only female challenger. For reasons known only to herself, she has requested that the fight be in the nude. The champion, rather excited at the prospect of wrestling a nude woman, even if he must wear a condom, has accepted. He knows Marcy by reputation and sight only, but definitely feels lust for her. Unknown to him, however, is the fact that Marcy feels the same way toward him. As men who have wrestled her in the past will tell you, she is unusually fearless for a woman, or a man for that matter. They will also tell you that although she is not the best of all wrestlers everywhere, she is nonetheless at top of her weight class, and she is at least as energetic in her matches as the very best submission-style wrestlers in the world. In short, she is a rarity. But then so is Kyle - a fighting machine apparently unsurpassed. It truly will be a clash of the titans. Marcy disrobed, exposing a nude female body so full of muscles that some might say it was unfeminine, while others might say it was nicely tanned, perfectly symmetrical and awesomely powerful. She stepped onto the center mat of the underground fight club, taking in the vision of Kyle, her huge muscle-bound nude male opponent, and the rather larger-than-usual audience (both in number and in the size of the individuals). She was focussed on her task. She was in her prime - one of the most powerful female fighters the world had known - and she wanted to find out what she was capable of doing against one of the most powerful male fighters the world had ever known. Even if she was in for nothing but pain, she wanted to know. "So, why did you request that I wrestle you naked wearing a condom?" Kyle asked Marcy, meeting her face-to-face for the first time on the mat, trying his best not to seem as aroused as he was at the nude woman who, while significantly smaller than him, seemed no less pound-for-pound massively muscled. "I mean," Kyle continued, "did you come here to wrestle or to fuck?" "Both," Marcy stated matter-of-factly, shocking both Kyle and the spectators. "It's more honest this way - we can do whatever we want to each other. I'm not afraid of a penis. I like sex. This way, there is no need to fight against our desires - just each other." "What?" Kyle shouted. "You think you're going to soften me up to you this way or something? So I don't fight you so hard? You think I'm attracted to you? You've got no tits. You're basically a small muscle man!" Kyle said, trying his best to insult his adversary, hoping it would motivate her to give him her best fight. "So why do you have the hard-on then?" Marcy asked, looking at the fast-growing protrusion that Kyle hadn't really noticed. "Which curved protrusions do you like better, muscle man? Muscle or tits?" "Ok - you got me." Kyle admitted, almost laughing. "But I warn you - you're out of your league. I'm not going to hold back any fight just because I'm fucking you! I've seen you beat men at the club. You're an impressive fighter. But those men were in your weight class. I'm in a weight class that no woman can possibly achieve with as little body fat. I'm beyond any woman's greatest potential. I'm not boasting here - it's just the thruth. No woman is capable of gaining a submission out of me, and no man of your size is capable either. No offense, but your gender limits you." Marcy felt infuriated at Kyle's words. "What makes you think you KNOW a woman's true potential?" Kyle didn't have an answer. "You're either very brave, or very stupid!" he retorted. "Why don't you take the first move? Ladies first." Kyle said, standing with his arms out from his sides, offering neither offense or defense. Marcy walked calmly up to him, bent down slightly, and wrapped her arms around his torso. To the amazement of the crowd, she managed to lift Kyle a few inches off the floor. She arched backward slightly to counterbalance Kyle's great weight, and let out a loud grumbling "rrrrr!" as she constricted him in a bearhug, while Kyle reacted with a loud scream of "Aaah!" Kyle pushed at Marcy's shoulders. "Aaah!" he screamed again, with a pained look on his face. "Aaah this is making me so horny!" he yelled, suddenly smiling down at his wincing adversary. The audience laughed as they realized that the pain was feigned. "Nice try, kid" he told her. "You even applied it very well. I can actually feel my ribs moving a little. But those short arms of yours aren't going to do much more than give me a massage. Speaking of which, why not do me a favor and go a little lower?" Marcy was infuriated, and never let up her hold, straining every muscle just to keep Kyle in the air. "Alright then," Kyle said to her, without appearing to have lost any breath, "Let's party." Kyle grabbed Marcy's buttocks, muscled his way back to the ground and scooped her up in a counter-bearhug, trapping her arms at her sides as he pressed the small of her back. Now Marcy was in the air. She groaned in frustration. She realized that Kyle was not yet using his full power, and already she was trapped beyond escape. "I'm not sure what to do with you, little girl." Kyle said. "I could crush you now - but then you might not want to play with me any more. Your body feels so good against mine. Maybe we should be dancing instead of fighting." "Either crush me or fuck me or both," Marcy snapped. "I hate dancing." "I like you're spunk, kid!" Kyle said. "Tell you what. I'm curious to see how strong you really are. I can't do that unless I give you a little slack like I did with the bearhug. I know you want to test me a little too, don't you? You wan't to see if your arms of steel can choke me into submission. Maybe I'll give you a chance. Besides, I think your torso would feel better to in a tighter bearhug. So I'm going to release you and put my arms under yours while you try to choke me. But you know, even MY well-muscled neck can't stand up on its own forever against an arm even half the strength of yours. Yours can't either. That's why I can't afford to make this easy for you. Here we go, then." Kyle easily repositioned his bearhug under Marcy's arms, still holding back on his full power, while Marcy tried the only option available to her and embraced Kyle's head. Kyle had his chin dug into his chest, making his neck inaccesible. She used both arms to wrench his head back, almost violently, shocking Kyle a little as her right arm snaked its way around his Adam's apple and constricted him. "Good!" Kyle complimented her in a choked voice that was almost comedic, like that of a cartoon duck. "My turn!" he declared. Kyle poured on the pressure - slowly at first, but surely all the way to full power. Marcy and Kyle let out a mutual groan as he flexed on the constriction and she flexed her muscles to brace against the impact. Kyle found Marcy easy to immobilize, but not easy to gain a submission from. Her torso had the surface of thick, hard leather - bending only slightly to absorb Kyle's punishment. But, in time, her muscles grew weary, and involuntarily relaxed a little more. It still wasn't enough for Kyle to hurt her much, though. Kyle was growing weary too, from the choke hold. He had no arms available to fight against Marcy's constricting arms. Kyle felt the blood in his neck pound against Marcy's rock-solid bicep. His breathing had shallowed considerably. Marcy's body, even as it was partly relaxed now, was far from being soft and bendable. She was absorbing the hug over a large area of her upper body rather than from any single point of impact, and that seemed to fortify her resistance. Kyle expected to gain a submission from Marcy before her choke took great effect on him. He did not expect her tolerance to last for so long, and he was fealing weaker, being deprived of air. Still, he wasn't without some remaining energy, especially sexual energy. The sensual interaction between his body and Marcy's felt electrical to him. Finally, Kyle let out a last burst of energy to constrict Marcy's diaphram. Marcy groaned at the pressure, and relaxed when the pressure finally subsided a little - letting out a soft, long "Uuuuuh" as her chin slumped limply over Kyle's shoulder. She could barely breathe any more, and she knew it was time to give up. She tapped out her submission and let Kyle go. Kyle let her go, expecting her to fall to the mat. Instead, she just stood there, gasping a little at previously unattainable air, while Kyle did the same. Kyle couldn't believe Marcy's tolerance level. Many men would have cried in pain from a similar hug. Kyle had gained the submission from one long flex. He had put everything he had into it, and his muscles were starting to get sore as a result. A man could wear himself out trying to fight a solid rock, even if the rock does not fight back. He decided he had to pace himself a little more. The next round started with some basic hand-to-hand and hand-to-arm grappling. Marcy tried unsuccessfully to trip Kyle. Kyle countered and strongly hip-tossed Marcy to the mat, following up by quickly pinning the stunned young woman. This time, Kyle was more cautious about Marcy's arms, and made sure they were pinned to the mat. Laying on top of Marcy, Kyle could feel her muscles ripple and protrude like the muscles of only the most extreme bodybuilders. He thought that she was perhaps as guilty as he was of abusing steroids. Without any words spoken, Kyle began to feast on Marcy's body - licking her breast and nipple, and the side of her neck. "Mmmm" Marcy moaned, orgasmically. She was preparing her body to enjoy the sexual onslaught - the enjoyment being the first line of defense. "You like that, don't you?" Kyle whispered, before helping his mouth to hers. He lowered his position on her and began to penetrate her with long, sensual thrusts that soon turned into faster ones. Exstatic sounds emmenated from both wrestlers as they soon lost themselves in each other. Kyle let go of Marcy's wrists and placed his arms under Marcy's armpits and his hands on her face - carressing it as he kissed it. He trusted himself to defend himself from her arms should she use them offensively. But she did not. She carressed the back of his head instead, and both wrestlers let their tongues playfully wrestle each other as their sexual tension mounted. Kyle maintained his pin - although Marcy was not fighting Kyle in any way at this point. "Sorrry," Kyle said, "but I promised I would fight you while I fucked you. I've gotta fuck you hard." Kyle let himself go - he WANTED to aggressively hip-thrust Marcy, and he did. It was his way of trying to gain the most pleasureable relief just as fast as he could. He was pleased that Marcy did not submit to his intense inercourse. "Finally," he thought. "A woman who won't break if I go all out." Marcy just allowed herself to absorb Kyle's sexual onslaught by allowing herself to enjoying as much of it as possible, becoming well-lubricated and even a little over-heated in desire. Both wrestlers grunted and groaned in pleasure with every thrust. Soon, both orgasmed as well. Kyle dropped his exhausted body on to Marcy's - his head falling into her heaving chest. He breathed heavily as well and barely noticed the strong female arms that were slowly snaking around the back of his neck. Marcy jolted Kyle's head against her chest. "Mmmm," Kyle responded in a way that was more welcoming of the attack than shocked by it. Marcy's legs wrapped Kyle's midsection up too. She was squeezing him now, but he was hardly resisting. Both wrestlers were pacing themselves. Kyle hugged Marcy and managed to turn his head enough to lick her left nipple. Marcy fought the temptation to let that go on and wrapped her hands around Kyle's face in an attempt to smother him, while still maintainng the vice-like pressure on his head between her arms and chest. Kyle slowly worked his way out of the holds with pure muscle, but not without getting a little disoriented from the head- crushing and air deprivation. He protested with long "Uhhhhh"'s and short "Mmmmft"'s. But then he expected such an attack. He enjoyed it, in fact. He loved the struggle. It was part of what made him the champion. Kyle managed to pin Marcy's arms again, but his torso remained wrapped up tightly. His huge wall of abdominal muscles held out against the squeezing, but he knew he had to take the offensive soon. He suprised Marcy by quickly sommersaulting over her head - slipping out of her leg-lock. Both wrestlers twisted off their backs and back onto the mats to face each other yet again. Kyle was cautious - taking Marcy much more seriously now. For a long while, the match turned freestyle as each wrestler pushed and pulled the other, but was unable to fall the other onto the mat. Marcy's low center of gravity in particular made her hard for Kyle to knock off-balance. Finally, Marcy tripped Kyle and jumped on his back, clamping on a sleeper hold. "Oh, I love this hold" Kyle said as he maintained a grip on Marcy's wrist and kept her choke from becoming complete. Struggling for a long while to tighten the hold unsuccessfully, Marcy finally switched to a full nelson hold and wrapped her legs around Kyle's midsection once again. Kyle flailed his arms trying to get control over Marcy's arms, which stayed neatly out of reach. She moved quickly into a bodyscissors / headlock choke comination hold. Amazingly, with one arm one Marcy's choking arm and another on her knee, he pushed and pulled his way out of being controlled by Marcy. It was Marcy's best combination hold, and he was too strong for it. He twisted to catch Marcy in a bearhug, trapping her arms to her sides, while she maintained her scissors around his midsection while facing him - a move some call the "love lock". It was a battle between two constricting holds. Kyle was in pain, and groaned, but it was his bearhug finally won out. Marcy decided to work less on trying to penetrate Kyle's impossibly thick wall of abdominal muscle with her scissors and more on attacking Kyle's more vulnerable parts - namely his head, neck, and penis, although she was not allowed to use pain on the latter. No matter, though. She would attack his penis with pleasure - encouraging him to wear himself out. Marcy considered herself to be have greater sexual endurance, and mastery, than her male opponents. Sex was a major factor in her strategy, even if she fought clothed. Kyle, on other hand, assumed to need for any special strategy for Marcy. It was the same old, same old for him, because although he knew now that she was good, he also knew that she wasn't AS good as him. Kyle had always stayed a step ahead of Marcy in the match, and the match continued that way for about a full 45 minutes. Kyle was racking up submissions from Marcy, who found herself submitting from everything from sleeper holds and figure-4 headscissors to a submission from being painfully sexually penetrated from the rear. Both wrestlers intimately entangled each other up in exotic submission moves like the anaconda and the thigh lock. Despite Kyle's advantage, he was tiring out at least as much as Marcy was. Both wrestlers were sweat-drenched and exhuasted. Soon, they were holding on to each other, laying on the mat on their sides, in a tight embrace of arms and legs, as if used together in one glistening, heaving mound of flesh. In this position, both wrestlers used one arm to choke each other, and the other arm to relieve the pressure of the choke, while legs scissored legs. Neither wrestler could move the other into a pin. They were essentially motionless for 10 minutes, both protesting with grunts and groans - both seemingly too powerful for each other to do anything but intimately cling on to each other. In this intimacy, both wrestlers out of part instinct and part strategy tried to sexually stimulate each other with the slight movements of leg against crotch. Both panted quickly as they felt the enticingly powerful sensations of sexual stimulation and tension. Despite the sensual temptations, Marcy was able to keep herself more or less under control, while Kyle's penis was driven to a painful throb. As Marcy expected, Kyle would not be able to hold back his load. He involunatirly relaxed from the orgasm and felt exhausted by it, although not enough for Marcy to gain any immediate advantage. Finally, Kyle won the submission. Kyle was exhausted. There was no rest time between rounds. He immobilized Marcy with various holds just so he could rest a little. Marcy sensed this, and used the time to rest as well. It was during this time that Marcy forced Kyle to exhaust himself out sexually, forcing him into another erection that was naturally painful to achieve so soon after the last. She rewarded his gentleness at rest time with her own brand of gentleness - one of holding him lightly in a love lock while gently rubbing her vagina over his penis, all while kissing him passionately. Kyle didn't suspect the strategy - just a joy that she was lusting after him, which WAS part of the truth behind Marcy's sexual aggression. In fact, the beyond the lust and the intense intercourse, there were moments that resembled more of a gentle lovemaking. The wrestlers, and least on one level, did feel an affection for each other, or at least, a kinship. Kyle's affections for Marcy seemed to intensify with the better that Marcy did in fighting him, gaining greater respect and admiration from the man that sought to defeat her. Later, the wrestlers picked up a little more energy and found themselves fighting in a 69 scissors. Kyle won again, but he took a beating from legs that were no less strong as his. He outlasted Marcy in the 69 just out of pure stubbornness, even though his head was more tightly squeezed between her thighs than her head was squeezed between Kyle's knees. In the round following the 69, Kyle staggered to the center of the mat like a drunk. Marcy had kept up a strategy of attacking Kyle's head whenever possible, and it seemed to be paying off. Marcy was exhausted, but her endurance seemed to be a little better than Kyle's. She hip-tosssed Kyle to the mat and jumped on him so as to pin him at 180 degrees of the position of a normal pin, so that her head met his chest and his head met her chest as well. She leveraged herself well enough to keep not only Kyle's back and head pinned to the mat, but also his arms pinned underneath her armpits on each side of his head. She let one of his arms go free in order to free up her own arm for choking him, but this time she had gravity on her side as her armpit rested on Kyle's neck. Kyle's throat gurgled in resistance to the pressure, wondering how such a smaller person as Marcy managed to get him in such trouble. Still, with great stubbornness and pain, he managed to eventually twist out of her hold, but in even worse shape than what he was going in. Crawling accross the mat, Marcy jumped on his back before he could get up and, put him in a full nelson, and rolled him on top of her with her legs wrapped around his midsection yet again. What ensued next, the audience had never seen, nor had Kyle ever experienced. Marcy rubbed the back of her legs teasingly up and down both sides of Kyle's crotch. It was against the rules to attack your opponent's the crotch, which she could have easily done at this point, but there was no rule against stimulating pleasure. "You like being conrolled by a woman this way, don't you?" Marcy whispered in her opponent's ear. "You think a woman has no power because she doesn't look like she does, but then she has some hiding up her sleave. You love feeling my power, don't you? You don't know how far it will go, but you want to find out." "Uuuuh." Kyle responded, weakly trying to struggle out of the full nelson. His erection was still returning in a painful manner - still too soon after the last to be comfortable. If he orgasmed too soon, that, too, would be painful. "You can rest again and get back your energy, like I am." Marcy suggested into his ear. "I'm not hurting you - I've just got you immobilized." "Uhh. Ok." Kyle responded, thinking with the wrong head. Marcy intesified the leg-to-crotch rubbing at times, and then stopped at other times to gently tease Kyle's penis with gentle strokes. Kyle responded vocally with "Uhh. Mmmm. Uh." Every stroke and rub brought Kyle closer to orgasm and farther from reality. Marcy broke her full nelson hold and let Kyle's arms go free, knowing that he was not about to stop her now. She sat up with him, and retracted her legs, replacing them with her left hand gently massaging his genetalia. She paid particular attention to the sensitive underside of his shaft, lightly stroking and tickling it. Kyle kept a light grip on her wrist as she did this, feeling confused as to whether he should trust her. Marcy proceeded to drive Kyle even more crazy with a lover's trick she knew. She reached down more deeply and lightly pressed and stroked her fingers gently accross the male G-spot - known as the perineum, which was the skin right behind and under Kyle's overworked testicles. "Do you like this wrestling hold?" she asked him, as she prolonged his orgasm - paralysing him with pleasure. She might as just as well have been giving him a blow job. "But then you like being controlled in ALL the wrestling holds, don't you?" she asked, revealing a little irony about submission- wrestler's mentality. Kyle was in another world, but he was able to weakly respond "Yes". Soon he orgasmed completely, keeping his eyes comfortably shut as he felt himself float off - carried by a sea of sensuality. Kyle did not even at all notice Marcy's right arm as it quickly but gently clamped itself around his neck. Her other arm quickly muscled out of Kyle's light hold and fortified the sleeper hold by allowing with her right hand to be hooked on the inside of her left elbow while and her left hand was placed behind Kyle's head. When Kyle lost his grip on Marcy, barely out of his orgasm, he was jolted into realizing something significant had changed. He searched for and found her strong right arm around his neck. Feeling her hand, he realized too late that she had a well-placed elbow-hooked sleeper hold on him, and he knew that it was a hold that was next to impossible to break. Marcy's legs returned around Kyle's midsection and squeezed with a vengeance. "Ohh." Kyle softly protested, his hands instinctively pushing at immobile knees of the oversized female legs that held him like a vice. Marcy tightened the sleeper hold slightly. Kyle responded with his right hand instinctively grasping at Marcy's massive, oily forearm. He could not get a proper grip. Unless he grew at least two new arms, he would not be able to escape Marcy's two arms and two legs. He realized that even if he did manage to pry Marcy's arm away from his face a little, all it would do is buy a little time until his strength ran out and the pressure of the sleeper resumed. Kyle also knew that you didn't have to be that strong to effectively sleeper a much larger person, and Marcy was more than strong enough for him. All that there was left for him to strategize was how badly he had already lost the fall. Despite this, and out of instinct, he gripped her arm as best as he could with both of his hands. "You can give up now, before I lay in the pressure." Marcy offered him. "You know it won't take much for me to choke you out." "No - wait." Kyle responded. "I know now I was wrong about your potential. You were brave to face me, and you lasted longer than any other wrestler against me. I am honored to lose this fall to you. But I want my defeat to be complete. I want to savor it as you might a victory. A true defeat is what I've been seeking for so long. I've never been choked out, but I've feared it, and now finally I face it. I can't be allowed to give up now. Please, help me to face this. Please...don't stop." His words jarred her into realizing that the man she fought was one who had grown bored of his usual victories, and who now truly sought a fight that would push him to his very limits. He may have believed that he was wasting his time with a woman in this pursuit before, but now he knew differently. The fight he had sought for himself is what what she wanted for herself as well. She understood that now. Kyle had given her the fight she wanted. Now she would give him the same, in return. "I will make it as painless and safe as possible" she promisssed him, kissing the back of his head. Kyle let his hands loosen their grip on Marcy's arm - affectionately stroking it now - knowing that all his limbs could do anymore that was of any use was to indicate to Marcy and the referee whether he was still conscious or not. Marcy was touched by Kyle's gesture of allowing himself to be put in her hands - trusting her, even in defeat. "You're brave too, my powerful friend" she whispered into his ear, and then slowly but surely put on the pressure. The audience was hushed - almost in disbelief at seeing their champion in a much smaller woman's total control. The referee waited and watched Kyle's hands drop slowly to the floor, and signalled the end of the match. Kyle was out before he even felt anything coming. He awoke moments later, laying on the mat on his side, to the sound of applause. Marcy had taught the club members a lesson about female power, and they appreciated it - even if it was still just one fall and some prize money she had won, rather than a full match. She posed and flexed for her public. She even smiled. Kyle found that his body was now stiff and sore to the point where it was in no condition to move. Marcy, in comparison, was exhausted, but still game. She offered her hand to Kyle to help him up. "You want to fight some more?" she asked. "No, but thank you...for everything." Kyle responded. "I give up" he said. "I give up." The End.