Blazing

By Jason Pinaster

Blaze has heard about the giant they call Slim and is eager to wrestle him.  He's challenged all comers to a format where she actually has a chance—a timed bout.  If she can survive for five minutes without submitting, she will win the fight.  If she can't, Slim will be the one collecting a forfeit, not her.

 

Blaze's preparation includes timed bouts with two women—Monica and Erin—to prepare herself for a timed bout with Slim.  Once she even pretends to be the chocolate-skinned monster.  And of course to be realistic, her tune-up bouts include a forfeit to the victor.

 

Blaze gets her wish—a fight with Slim.  He sets his phone to countdown their five minutes.  Game on!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jun 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227737366

Jason Pinaster

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Other Pinaster Stories

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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Back Notes

Copyright Notice

Work of Fiction Notice

Cover Credits:  Many thanks to SleeperKidsWorld

Acknowledgements

Some of Jason Pinaster’s Other Erotic Combat stories:

Number One!

Jobber Flip

Camera One

Destroyed

In That Corner

Oya’s Run

Pinning Pete

Playing Possum

Red Rope Rumble

Right Hand Ready

Scissored

Seeking Sarah

Sex Wrestler

The Custom

Threesome

Chasing Reality

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Chapter One

What you want is a jobber, said Robin.  Monica will be perfect.

I nodded.  A jobber would be accustomed to losing, perfect for what I hoped would be a tune-up match.  Any limits?

Robin shook her head.  Monica is used to having punishment inflicted all over her body.

But she doesn’t necessarily have to lose, I said.

Say again?  The whole point of being a jobber was to make the other wrestlers look good.  As such, jobbers almost always lost.  The best jobbers make the loss look real, make it look as if they were trying to win.  We both knew that jobbers were supposed to lose.

You heard right, Robin, I said.  It’s called a timed bout.  If she can last five minutes without being submitted, she wins.  Those were the rules of the timed bout I was tuning up for.  I wanted a jobber because she’d be able to absorb punishment and keep on fighting, just as I would have to do for the timed bout I was preparing for.

Sexual forfeit? asked Robin.

I’ll work that out with Monica.

Are you sure about this, Blaze?

I nodded and flicked a strand of red hair away from my face.  You’re the one who got me interested in timed bouts.  Timed bouts were about endurance, not necessarily about winning in the ordinary sense.

Robin shut her eyes and smiled.  Her cheeks turned pink.  Slim was a giant of a man.  Two hundred pounds of hard muscle.  What he did with my body was... delicious.  The way Robin moved her shoulders and especially the way she moved her hands over her pelvis made it clear what she meant by ‘delicious’.

I met Monica at a local coffee bar.  She had medium brown hair which cascaded down over her shoulders.  Her face was round and friendly, perfect for a farm girl.  She was just slightly on the chubby side, but not so much that it overwhelmed her sexily feminine curves.  Her light blue blouse had a few buttons undone revealing the tops of her breasts and the lace of a black bra.  As she sat down, a black leather skirt rode up her legs revealing muscular thighs.

So, how’d you get a name like ‘Blaze’? she asked.

My parents took one look at the red hair on top of my head when I popped out of my mother and figured that I was going to set the world on fire.

Monica chuckled.  Well, your body looks up for the task and I bet your green eyes can turn fierce when required.  She paused.  So, why do you want a timed fight?

After Robin told me about her bout with Slim, I decided that I absolutely had to wrestle him.

So why not just wrestle him?

"He’s huge, humongous.  I need a tune-up bout first.  And specifically, I need to get comfortable with the timed bout format."

And what about after the fight?

You mean the sexual forfeit?

She nodded.

Robin said that she and Slim agreed that the winner could do or make the loser do whatever the winner wanted.  Since this is a tune-up for a bout with Slim, shouldn’t that be the same for us?

You want our bout to have a winner-takes-all sexual forfeit?

I nodded, then pretended to hesitate.  If that’s okay with you.

Monica kept her face impassive as she nodded.  Sure, we can do that.  It