2 - Overpowered
MF / BDSM / Dom/sub / Humiliation / Flogging / Wrestling
I would sit and watch the boys wrestle all day.
I didn’t know when I first began loving it.
I supposed it was back when I was a kid.
My dad liked the sports entertainment. He’d wait until Saturday morning to watch it with me, and it never seemed to bother him that there was a lot of violence and occasional swearing.
I guessed he figured that because it was so over the top and cartoonish that it wasn’t the same as exposing me to the real things.
Mom never liked him for doing it. She would lecture him, always telling him that I should be doing something more productive with my time, but it never stopped us. It only made it more exciting. It felt as though we were rebelling against the authorities, just like the wrestlers on TV.
And then I grew up. I never lost the admiration for the physiques or the acrobatics and athleticism, but like anything else, I drifted away from it as teenagers tend to do.
I had friends to spend time with and movies to watch.
I always felt bad for letting my dad down because the tradition meant a lot to him, but I guessed there was only so much that you can do when it came to growing up.
A lot things had to be left by the wayside.
I was my own person now, anyway. At twenty-one, in college, home seemed so far away. Occasionally, I would catch wrestling on the TV, but people around here tended to treat it as a joke, so I didn’t like to reveal to them that I had a lot of history with the sport.
Then I discovered a wrestling club. I didn’t ever participate myself; such a thing wouldn’t be good for my dainty frame, but I did enjoy watching the men grapple.
They were all in good shape, their muscles were chunky and honed, their flesh taut, like great slabs of meat that had been bred for this one single purpose.
The other girls would make fun of me, and I’d just arch my eyebrow and tell them that if you wanted this kind of show anywhere else, then it was going to cost a lot of money. They usually shut up after that.
The men who were currently wrestling were just coming to an end. They rolled up off the mat and grabbed towels. That was it for the day.
I rose from the rafters and made my way toward the exit, but I sensed movement around me.
The air was alive with the spice of sweat.
One of the wrestlers was standing near the door and looking straight at me.
Now, one of the things you need to know about me is that I’d never been great with talking to other people.
There was always something a little scary about them.
I was fine in big groups because I could hide among the conversation and simply add a comment or two here and there.
It was almost like I was camouflaging myself among my peers, but one on one? No, thank you.
My skin crawled, my stomach churned, and there was only so much that I could do to bear it. I stammered and felt color run to my cheeks.
“Hey, what’s your name? I’ve noticed you watching us train for a while now.
You should have come and said hello. I’m Drake,” he said, holding out his hand.
His fingers were thick. His skin was tanned from the sun, and his eyes were a shade of bright blue, looking as though two sapphires were pitted in his skull.
His hair was the shade of sand, and his smile was wide.
He had a square jaw, and a dimple in his chin.
He looked older. He was athletic and muscular without having a cartoonish physique that had ballooned because of steroids.
It looked all natural, and that was a testament to discipline and structure.
I had tried the same thing myself once, but it had never lasted. I liked sweet things too much.
I looked so small compared to him. My figure was dainty compared to the average girl, so when I stood against this giant of a man, I was petite.
My golden hair flowed in straight lines to the middle of my back.
A choker wrapped around my neck. I wore a tight top that showed my midriff, a skirt that reached just above my knees, and fishnet stockings.
Drake was just wearing his wrestling gear. His skin was flecked with drops of sweat, and the musky aroma made something twitch inside me, as though it was tickling some primal instinct that was a holdover from years of evolution.
“I’m Amy,” I replied, swallowing a lump that appeared in my throat. My voice trembled, and my eyes darted away.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Amy. You like wrestling?”
“Kinda,” I said, shrugging. I had spent so long pretending to be nonchalant about the subject that it had become a habit, even though the one person I could have been honest about it with was Drake.
He just smiled widely at me. “Well, every hobby has to start somewhere. You know, if you like, I can show you a few holds. Have you ever wrestled before?”
I shook my head, and my eyes widened in fear at the thought of hitting the mat with him. “I really … I don’t think that I should do that.”
“It’s perfectly safe, but hey, there’s no trouble. I know that we’ve just met and everything. How about we go and get something to eat?” he asked.
I nodded, feeling numb and out of control. Inside, I was screaming to turn away and return to my dorm, but my legs weren’t following the orders. It was as though I was just trailing in his wake, utterly captivated by him.
***
We made it to the cafeteria and grabbed something from the vending machine. He had some fruit and water, saying that he needed to refuel.
“It’s rare that we get anyone watching us. Are you sure you’ve never been into wrestling before?” he asked.
I looked around to make sure that none of my friends were looking. “I used to watch some with my dad.”
“Oh, that’s great! You mean the stuff on TV, right?
Yeah, that’s all really cool. It’s what got me into wrestling, as well.
Although, I’m focusing on the amateur stuff at the moment.
I want to make it the Olympics first, and then I can hopefully move into the world of TV.
We’ll see, though. There’s a long way to go before that. ”
My eyes widened again. Here was a man among the boys of this college.
So many people had come here to waste time and spin their wheels before life decided to fling something at them.
I was one of them. Drake was a man with ambition, though; a man who had a plan for life, and I had no doubt that he could wrestle it in his hands and force it to come to fruition.
“What about you? Do you have any plans for the future?”
“Not yet,” I mumbled.
“Well, what are you studying?”
“Philosophy.”
“Oh.” He laughed. “I guess that doesn’t really lend itself well to planning for the future. It’s not for everyone, is it? I hate how people always think you need to know what you want to be. Sometimes, it’s good enough just to be happy. So, do you have a boyfriend?”
The question came from nowhere, like a bolt of lightning lancing down through the sky.
I had a mouthful of sandwich and almost choked on it.
I took a sip of drink to allow me some time to think about my response.
Part of me wanted to lie to him, to tell him that yes I did have a boyfriend, because I was afraid that something dangerous might happen if I did not.
But the way his gaze bore down on me, the weight of it all … I couldn’t lie to him.
“I don’t.”
He arched his eyebrow, and a smile twitched at the corners of his lips.
“Really? That’s interesting. Listen, there’s a party tonight at my frat.
You should come along. Bring some friends if you like.
There’ll be lots of beer, and we need some people to drink it,” he said with a warm smile, and then he asked for my phone.
He tapped some numbers in, adding his contact details, and then, from my phone, he called his phone so that he had my number.
“I’ll see you tonight, Amy,” he said, rising from the table.
I was a little stunned. Things like this didn’t usually happen to me.
A part of me thought he was rude, but he was just being forward.
Nobody used to notice me, and if they did, I shied away into the shadows until they stopped noticing me.
Drake was different. He had thrust me into the light and made sure that I was noticed, and now I had to figure out if I was going to the party or not.
***
That night, I was in my dorm with the girls.
I checked my phone. Drake hadn’t tried to contact me yet.
I was caught in this no-man’s-land of anxiety, afraid that he would talk to me, and afraid that he wouldn’t.
There were moments when I felt my phone vibrating, but when I looked at it, nothing was there.
Great. That was just what I needed, to lose my freaking mind.
The girls sighed and huffed.
“There’s nowhere good to go tonight,” Mia lamented.
“We could go out,” Lisa said.
“We can’t. Not all of us are twenty-one yet. Just because you’re old enough doesn’t mean that the rest of us should get left behind,” Alice said, scowling.
The silence lingered around us, tension building with every passing moment.
As soon as some of us had begun to turn twenty-one, there had been a division within the group.
We had decided to all stick together, as it wasn’t fair that some should be able to go out when others couldn’t.
It suited me fine, as I didn’t want to be in bars every night, but the longer it went on, the more of a push there was to get out into the world and experience everything that had previously been forbidden to us.
“There’s a party,” I said in a weak voice.
All eyes turned toward me.
“A party? How on earth have you heard of a party that none of us have heard about, Amy?” Lisa asked.
I shrugged. “This guy told me about it.”
“A guy? What guy?” Mia asked excitedly.
The girls turned toward me, and their eyes went wide with excitement.