How I lost my nice white Oxford... I had gone to a friend's house for a party and got a little drunk along with a couple of guys who I had never met before but were also acquaintances of my buddy who was throwing the party. They were a couple of years younger than me and feeling pretty loose as I was. But, as usual I tend to get a little cocky (w/ or w/out 0.1. . Lol), and I was egging them on bout this and that...and, we got on the subject of appearance and ego cause I was the smart yuppie looking person at the party while everyone else was in t-shirts and causal wear (I decided to go to my friend's place right after work that evening, though I did leave my suit jacket and tie in my car when I arrived) The three of us got into a stupid debate over material things and I was arguing the fact that I did look nicer than everyone else at the house and I knew it, and I had more going for me than the guys standing with me. One of the guys, the bigger of the two, and much larger than my 5'6, 135lb. ass, got in my face and handed his beer to his pal. With both of his hands free he grabbed me by the front of my buttoned-up shirt and said that he was going to show me how easy it is to lose such nice things.. By this time several other guests had gathered around to see what the three of us were up to, and without hesitation I dared him to show me. He tightened his grip on my button-down collar and with a hard pull he ripped open my shirt half way...two or three of the buttons violently tore off..my reaction, it surprised me though it also turned me on. Some of the other guys standing around made shocking comments to each other like "dude, he just tore your shirt" and "ooh, their gonna fight". Still holding me by the shirt he taunted me with "I told you. What are you going to do about it"? At that moment I dropped my beer onto the ground and reached through his arms grabbing the top of his raggedy Billabong t-shirt and yanked firmly enough to tear it down exposing his bare chest as he did mine. More comments came from the small crowd of onlookers, and his friend threw the beers he was holding and decided to get in on the action. I didn't have any time to struggle, or get away, when suddenly both of them had me by my shirt pulling and shoving me. Within seconds, my once nice white Brooks bros Oxford dress shirt became stretched and dirty and the three of us went to the ground and scuffled for a good five min..there were gutpunches grappled clothing and head shots...i got a couple good ones from behind which rang my ears. As we wrestled I I could hear the sounds of shirts being ripped and felt mine being shredded and torn practically from my torso by four hands..though, a few shreds of my cotton Oxford hung on Me while the rest of it rested the ground at my feet. To be continued...
akumala1 (2)
08/12/2018 19:18Of you have any stories of wrestling and then being dominated, share them here! I'm in Austin and this is my ultimate fetish!
Punked Preppy (1 )
10/12/2018 03:35(em resposta à...)
How I lost my nice white Oxford... I had gone to a friend's house for a party and got a little drunk along with a couple of guys who I had never met before but were also acquaintances of my buddy who was throwing the party. They were a couple of years younger than me and feeling pretty loose as I was. But, as usual I tend to get a little cocky (w/ or w/out 0.1. . Lol), and I was egging them on bout this and that...and, we got on the subject of appearance and ego cause I was the smart yuppie looking person at the party while everyone else was in t-shirts and causal wear (I decided to go to my friend's place right after work that evening, though I did leave my suit jacket and tie in my car when I arrived) The three of us got into a stupid debate over material things and I was arguing the fact that I did look nicer than everyone else at the house and I knew it, and I had more going for me than the guys standing with me. One of the guys, the bigger of the two, and much larger than my 5'6, 135lb. ass, got in my face and handed his beer to his pal. With both of his hands free he grabbed me by the front of my buttoned-up shirt and said that he was going to show me how easy it is to lose such nice things.. By this time several other guests had gathered around to see what the three of us were up to, and without hesitation I dared him to show me. He tightened his grip on my button-down collar and with a hard pull he ripped open my shirt half way...two or three of the buttons violently tore off..my reaction, it surprised me though it also turned me on. Some of the other guys standing around made shocking comments to each other like "dude, he just tore your shirt" and "ooh, their gonna fight". Still holding me by the shirt he taunted me with "I told you. What are you going to do about it"? At that moment I dropped my beer onto the ground and reached through his arms grabbing the top of his raggedy Billabong t-shirt and yanked firmly enough to tear it down exposing his bare chest as he did mine. More comments came from the small crowd of onlookers, and his friend threw the beers he was holding and decided to get in on the action. I didn't have any time to struggle, or get away, when suddenly both of them had me by my shirt pulling and shoving me. Within seconds, my once nice white Brooks bros Oxford dress shirt became stretched and dirty and the three of us went to the ground and scuffled for a good five min..there were gutpunches grappled clothing and head shots...i got a couple good ones from behind which rang my ears. As we wrestled I I could hear the sounds of shirts being ripped and felt mine being shredded and torn practically from my torso by four hands..though, a few shreds of my cotton Oxford hung on Me while the rest of it rested the ground at my feet. To be continued...
akumala1 (2)
10/12/2018 13:09(em resposta à...)
Wow that's awesome to hear, and great to read. I should go to more house parties.