Real-life humiliation: Jobber on the beach

A Christmas treat! I noted a long time ago I’d tell this story of a time I was a jobber on the beach and in the spirit of Christmas, here it is. This is actually taken from an email I wrote to a reader of the site, and an inspiration, so I’m pasting it in here.

This took place years ago and I never did met up with the guy again, much to my regret. Hope you enjoy.

JOBBER ON THE BEACH (TRUE, TAKEN FROM EMAIL)

So the time I wrestled a guy on a beach in front of his girl.

I met him online but it was from an ad where I had put in that I’d love to wrestle in front of a girl who would be there to participate in the humiliation or even just watch and comment. Hell, she could have stayed silent and it would have been enough for me.
 
He lived out in the country on a lake and the beach was pretty much out in the middle of nowhere. There were some other people who lived across the lake but not much chance they would see anything. I was 25 at the time. He was early 40s, short, probably 5-9 but really wiry. And mean. Said he liked kicking jobber’s asses, etc. The woman was in her 30s and wasn’t a model or anything but had an okay face. Pretty good body. He said she would watch and participate if I wanted and I said that would be fantastic.
 
I drove out to their place and they were friendly when I pulled up and I was of course nervous as hell. Were these two psychos? Gonna leave my body out in a barn? But it was fine and I changed into my speedo bikini I had bought that was white with pink polka dots. He wore long swimming trunks and she was just in shorts and flip-flops. I went down there with shorts over my bikini so they didn’t know what I was wearing until I took them off on the beach. She laughed and I already felt disgraced and almost wished I could go home. But my cock was leading the way and I was so horny for wanting to be beaten up and embarrassed that I continued. 
 
We hooked up and he grabbed my leg to take me down easily. He’d been a high school wrestler so knew all those moves. He yanked on my leg for awhile and it hurt like a fucker. This wasn’t fake, I wasn’t selling my pain. He was big into verbal humiliation — thankfully — and would say, “I’m going to break your fucking leg,” and I worried that he meant it. I was already covered in sand and felt like the proverbial 98-pound weakling getting sand kicked in his face. He slapped on a headlock and would rub my face into it. I tried spitting most of it out but was impossible to get all of it. I was worn out and already weakened. He pulled me up by the hair, reached between my legs and easily lifted me into a body slam. I was much larger but he was much stronger. He held me there for several seconds, holding onto the rear of my trunks. I was facing the woman and he asked her where he should put me and she said the water. So he walked a few feet into the lake and dropped me on the back into it. 
 
When I kneeled in the shallow water he pulled me up by the rear waistband on the bathing suit, pulling it right my ass. I let out a moan, both from the humiliation, which was totally real, and to be a good jobber boy. He marched me like that over to his girl while holding my hair and said, “What do you think of this faggot now?” “You’re pathetic,” she told me and delivered a fairly hard slap to my face with her right hand. He let go of my bikini and lifted me by my gut into a suplex and again dropped me onto the sand. On my back, I stared up at both of them and she put her flip flop on my face and did a bit of grinding with it. The guy then sat on my chest and just got comfortable for a few minutes. He would slap me occasionally or pinch my nipple while throwing off insults about what a jobber I was, a loser, how I could never fuck his girl like he could. He asked her if she wanted to watch him fuck me and she said yeah but that was something I did not fucking want and he was only saying it to torment me as part of the role but it was terrifying.
 
He finally got up and let me get up and I pulled the bikini out of my ass and he said, “That suit’s going right back up your ass,” and I believed him. He kicked me in the gut and when I was bent over he put my head between his knees in a piledriver position and with my ass facing the girl yanked up on the suit and just left me in that position for like 30 seconds. My legs were quivering from being bent like that and she kept up with the taunts about him using me and said I had a fuckable ass. She came up and slapped it and he then lifted me, not for a piledriver but just dropped me into a mini powerbomb so my back was again weakened. This time I just left the bikini in my ass because I felt like a total jobber pussy. He pinned me by hooking my leg.
 
We wrestled for probably a half hour with a few breaks and it kept going that way, him kicking my ass, her taunting me. I wish she would have maybe participated a bit more but she did deliver a few slaps and just having her there witnessing her man kicking some jobber pussy was more than enough. I never did go back to that guy, although I wish I would have.

About humiliatedjobber

From Southern U.S.. Have always been fascinated with wrestling, specifically jobbers who are embarrased and degraded in the ring in their trunks. Always wanted to have my trunks yanked on as the crowd laughs and the evil heel dominates me, in the WWF or WCW. Contact me at rookiejobber@yahoo.com
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3 Responses to Real-life humiliation: Jobber on the beach

  1. DAVI says:

    remember the storie of Mark and his hot wife cheat him? I want a continue…

  2. Anonymous says:

    well that was fun!!! but ya that girl should have done more!

  3. Anonymous says:

    yup I have a boner! the best part has to be when he hauled his pathetic little jobber bitch boy out of the lake by the back of the tights and proceeded to parade his soaking wet wedgied little plaything around in front of his girl and calling you a faggot! that had to have been so humiliating!

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