23 with my GF at a staff pool party. One of our staff, a girl who was taller than her bf made a joke that she was stronger. I remember laughing about at that but he didn't like it so much. He said he bet he could take me in a fight. My GF whispered that I shouldn't say anything because the fight would be so uneven. But the guy pushed the issue a little and we both stood up. I was 5'11 and he was 5'4. He gave me a push and I went to push back, but he slid his arm around my neck and pulled me into a headlock, using his weight to drag me to the grass. I tried to pull his arm from around my neck, but he pushed me onto my back and straddled me. I thought I would just push him off, but he grabbed my wrists and we struggled. It was humiliating with my GF watching him get on top of me. It was worse as he slowly pressed my arms down and pinned my wrists over my head. He made me say out loud that he was stronger before he would get off me. His GF raised his arm in victory.
When I was 14, I found myself in the school gym with a boy from my class and a girl who, until a week earlier, had been my girlfriend.
Somehow, the two of us ended up wrestling on a thick high-jump mat. I was always considered the strongest kid in the class — and he was known as the second strongest — so I didn’t expect any surprises. I certainly didn’t expect what actually happened.
I don’t remember what I was wearing, but I remember his outfit vividly: those very short blue sport shorts that were so common in the 80s, and a simple T-shirt. Within less than a minute, he managed to flip me onto my back and sit on top of me.
And that’s when I heard her shout “Ewww!” toward us.
From that moment, something shifted inside me. I suddenly became painfully aware that she was watching — my ex-girlfriend — watching him pin me down. The embarrassment started creeping in even before the real struggle began.
I kept trying to break free, but I couldn’t. In my memory it felt endless — maybe fifteen minutes of fighting, pushing, twisting, catching my breath, gathering whatever physical and mental strength I had left. All the while, he stayed calm. He even talked to her casually, as if the whole thing was easy for him.
She sat on the mat, watching us intently — too intently. I can still feel how exposed I felt under her eyes, how each failed attempt to escape sank me deeper into embarrassment.
At least twice he told her, “I’m taking your boyfriend,” and both times she answered, almost dismissively, “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Each time she said it, something inside me tightened. It made the situation sting even more.
There were a few moments — two or three — when I almost broke free, when I felt hope flicker for a second. But he always dragged me back down, flipping me onto my back again. At one point, for what felt like two or three long minutes, I was on my stomach and he was sitting heavily on my back. His weight, his control, his certainty — they wore me down mentally even more than physically.
The last attempt was the clearest in my memory: I almost escaped. I could feel it. And then he overpowered me again, pinned me on my back, and suddenly I heard her giggle.
I couldn’t see her — she was somewhere above my head — but I saw the smile he gave her. Then he made a small jump and sat on my neck. That moment broke something in me. I stopped fighting. Completely. It was the first time I ever felt myself truly surrender to someone else’s dominance.
He stayed on top of me like that for another minute or two, talking to her casually. And if I’m honest, it felt like the longer it went on, the more excited she became watching him dominate me so easily.
I don’t remember what they talked about. I barely remember how or when he finally got off me.
But I do remember the deep, burning embarrassment — not only afterward, but every time our eyes met in the days that followed. Hers or his.
A few years ago I had a young South American guy and his girl friend staying in my home. The guy and I were playfully wrestling as I often do with the young guys who stay in my home. The playful wrestle always finishes with a stomach pin. I was sitting on his stomach tormenting him a little, the gf was watching. I offered her the chance to come and sit on him, she said yes and was soon sat on her boy friend’s stomach tickling him. On another occasion I had a a group of 3 young guys and a girl from east Europe staying. Another Asian guy was also there and he was playfully wrestling one of the east Europeans and because of the size difference the Asian was soon a seat for the east European. The girl was watching intently but sadly could not be persuaded to sit on the Asian guy, she was too nervous. I love hosting young travellers and often get to playfully wrestle and sit on them.
When I was younger I was pinned at a party by a much havier guy.with his girlfriend watching. She didn't just sit there and watch. She got involved instructing. He got me down and sat on my chest. I couldn't budge. She knelt down next to us and instructed him on what to do to me. She really wanted to see him sit on me in so many ways. He asked her what should I do to him while she was putting grass on my face. She told him to bounce in me. She told him put all your weight on him and towards the end she even rubbed her foot in my face and I couldn't do anything about it. This is probably the most turned on thing I have ever been through.
Percy (0)
28 days ago23 with my GF at a staff pool party. One of our staff, a girl who was taller than her bf made a joke that she was stronger. I remember laughing about at that but he didn't like it so much. He said he bet he could take me in a fight. My GF whispered that I shouldn't say anything because the fight would be so uneven. But the guy pushed the issue a little and we both stood up. I was 5'11 and he was 5'4. He gave me a push and I went to push back, but he slid his arm around my neck and pulled me into a headlock, using his weight to drag me to the grass. I tried to pull his arm from around my neck, but he pushed me onto my back and straddled me. I thought I would just push him off, but he grabbed my wrists and we struggled. It was humiliating with my GF watching him get on top of me. It was worse as he slowly pressed my arms down and pinned my wrists over my head. He made me say out loud that he was stronger before he would get off me. His GF raised his arm in victory.
j50yomuscle (4)
27 days ago(In reply to this)
Were you unusually weak, or was he unusually strong? Or both? What was the weight difference?
Percy (0)
20 days ago(In reply to this)
I was never really strong which is something he proved. I was around 165 back then and he was about 130
Wrestle4Kombat (0)
28 days ago(In reply to this)
That is super hot. That sounds very much like my story.
https://www.meetfighters.com/forums/True_Story_on_why_I_have_this_fetish
wrcouple (1)
11/15/2025 9:58 PMWhen I was 14, I found myself in the school gym with a boy from my class and a girl who, until a week earlier, had been my girlfriend.
Somehow, the two of us ended up wrestling on a thick high-jump mat. I was always considered the strongest kid in the class — and he was known as the second strongest — so I didn’t expect any surprises. I certainly didn’t expect what actually happened.
I don’t remember what I was wearing, but I remember his outfit vividly: those very short blue sport shorts that were so common in the 80s, and a simple T-shirt. Within less than a minute, he managed to flip me onto my back and sit on top of me.
And that’s when I heard her shout “Ewww!” toward us.
From that moment, something shifted inside me. I suddenly became painfully aware that she was watching — my ex-girlfriend — watching him pin me down. The embarrassment started creeping in even before the real struggle began.
I kept trying to break free, but I couldn’t. In my memory it felt endless — maybe fifteen minutes of fighting, pushing, twisting, catching my breath, gathering whatever physical and mental strength I had left. All the while, he stayed calm. He even talked to her casually, as if the whole thing was easy for him.
She sat on the mat, watching us intently — too intently. I can still feel how exposed I felt under her eyes, how each failed attempt to escape sank me deeper into embarrassment.
At least twice he told her, “I’m taking your boyfriend,” and both times she answered, almost dismissively, “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Each time she said it, something inside me tightened. It made the situation sting even more.
There were a few moments — two or three — when I almost broke free, when I felt hope flicker for a second. But he always dragged me back down, flipping me onto my back again. At one point, for what felt like two or three long minutes, I was on my stomach and he was sitting heavily on my back. His weight, his control, his certainty — they wore me down mentally even more than physically.
The last attempt was the clearest in my memory: I almost escaped. I could feel it. And then he overpowered me again, pinned me on my back, and suddenly I heard her giggle.
I couldn’t see her — she was somewhere above my head — but I saw the smile he gave her. Then he made a small jump and sat on my neck. That moment broke something in me. I stopped fighting. Completely. It was the first time I ever felt myself truly surrender to someone else’s dominance.
He stayed on top of me like that for another minute or two, talking to her casually. And if I’m honest, it felt like the longer it went on, the more excited she became watching him dominate me so easily.
I don’t remember what they talked about. I barely remember how or when he finally got off me.
But I do remember the deep, burning embarrassment — not only afterward, but every time our eyes met in the days that followed. Hers or his.
Bizepsgeil (0)
11/16/2025 11:49 AM(In reply to this)
Uh, sounds like you Was not longer the 1. strong guy. 💪
Jack41 (2)
7/20/2024 11:16 AMA few years ago I had a young South American guy and his girl friend staying in my home. The guy and I were playfully wrestling as I often do with the young guys who stay in my home. The playful wrestle always finishes with a stomach pin. I was sitting on his stomach tormenting him a little, the gf was watching. I offered her the chance to come and sit on him, she said yes and was soon sat on her boy friend’s stomach tickling him. On another occasion I had a a group of 3 young guys and a girl from east Europe staying. Another Asian guy was also there and he was playfully wrestling one of the east Europeans and because of the size difference the Asian was soon a seat for the east European. The girl was watching intently but sadly could not be persuaded to sit on the Asian guy, she was too nervous. I love hosting young travellers and often get to playfully wrestle and sit on them.
Just Dan (8)
7/20/2024 10:26 AMI think in general girls want to watch. And as often as not they want to see their boyfriends get dominated. What do you all think?
Juggernaut (0)
11/16/2025 3:38 PM(In reply to this)
I've never thought about it really, but none of that makes any sense to me. I'd get rid of homegirl. Preferences vary I guess.
Playkid (0)
7/19/2024 3:55 PMWhen I was younger I was pinned at a party by a much havier guy.with his girlfriend watching. She didn't just sit there and watch. She got involved instructing. He got me down and sat on my chest. I couldn't budge. She knelt down next to us and instructed him on what to do to me. She really wanted to see him sit on me in so many ways. He asked her what should I do to him while she was putting grass on my face. She told him to bounce in me. She told him put all your weight on him and towards the end she even rubbed her foot in my face and I couldn't do anything about it. This is probably the most turned on thing I have ever been through.