Why is wrestling my fetish?

Just wanted to add here that most of us with fighting as a fetish have "agonophilia".

https://en.everybodywiki.com/Agonophilia

Interesting how they distinguished “female agonophilia” a little more specifically than the general term.

Saw a wrestling movie about a female tag team when I was a child, immediately hooked for life.

All the marbles. One of the reasons I got interested in wrestling.

Yup that’s the one ;)

my wrestling fetish began when i was young, watching wrestling on t v at the olympic auditoreum, freddie blassie, the destroyer, bobo brazil, and of course the ladies, i instantly ,i fell in love with the ring and wrestling, i have a great big wrestling fetish, very big,

Let’s chat

yes i would love too

My fetish began at that time too. I was at Primary School Age. Of course I didn't realise it meant that I was gay - I had never heard of that, but I did wonder why none of my friends shared my interest! They didn't share my interest i Tarzan Comics either¬¬

Hope to wrestle you one day. Nude would also be an option.

and here i am, at 75, still in love with wrestling, old school pro wrestling, i may be 75, but not down for the count yet

i know the feeling

If I was ever in your part of the world then would love to wrestle you…

My first memories were watching cartoons where women would end up fighting. Like GIJOE and some others. Then there was GLOW. I remember being turned on by this even at a young age. Funny enough I was only into watching women. One day I saw two men wrestling and realized I’m into any kind of competition between two evenly matched and fit opponents. Now I’m here 😁

My thing, kink or ' fetish ' for wrestling all started with a gif of someone using a chloroformed rag to knockout his prey, my teenager brain and ' little pickle ' got so excited to see there are actually ways to take someone's control over his surroundings and have them drooling around as there's nothing they can do about what YOU are going to do to them!! one thing led to another and I found myself staring at SKW videos because this company use to have a lot of chloroform related stuff, but it was the moment my excited little pickle took another step further in this deep dark path, he was amazed to see OTHER ways to take someone's control and have them as helpless, but with more physical contacts, struggling, grunting and sweating, later he found out these stuff are actually used in some sports in serious ways and can be dangerous ( which was even more of a turn on and beginning of my hardcore fetish) but he still couldn't figure out why they are designed in so much of a provocative way, or is it just how the skw company and I feel ?!
well, later that I learned English language, I thought it's not a bad idea to check out all those naughty stuff and now even better that I can actually understand alot of them! and surprisingly for me, the answer was 'no', it's not just me and skw company, and ALOT of people and companies are out there that took my little dark secret and fetish for wrestling and knockouts so seriously, so I took my time ( ~which sometimes I regret ) and check out all of them, MANY pics, MANY vids, MANY novels, which led my horney and hungry eyes and little pickle to Chyoa stories, which they use to give you some options on how you want the story line to go, which secretly drove me further, as I somehow found my needy human brain in need of someone to text with and make stories like those I have read and vids I have seen, later I found out it's not just me and people call it ' roleplaying ' and the texts are called cyber wrestling ! again the horney sherlock begin to look all over google for anything tagged with ' cyber wrestling ' which leads me to Instagram >> Discord >> Freecatfighters >> Chatfighters, It was such a HUGE wave of butterflies in my stomach
After about 4 years, I found my addicted brain and little pickle, teaming up and again, looking for some stronger dose of this drug, to try it for REAL !! but now my brain is a little bit more mature, It can hold the leash of pickle and keep me from being a model in one of those companies, no problem with that but not really suitable with my life style and specially where I live ! but once I checked out sites such as meetfighters, there was no excuses anymore, my little pickle shot a cum shut in my brains eyes and grab his leash, ran away more and more and more into these stuff ...

This question had me pondering for quite a while. I've always wondered why I've been drawn to wrestling since I figured out that I could be drawn to things. After all, as a kid (and a late bloomer), I had crushes on girls - though a tendency toward a bit of jealous possessiveness in my friendships with boys. So, I can't really pinpoint an exact moment where it all changed for me, but there was a point where pro wrestling became hot rather than just entertaining. And I'm really quite lucky. When I was a teenager, I was able to look around online and found out that wrestling was a thing people of all genders did with one another and found sexy.

While I can't call it a bona fide fetish as I've many kinks not involving wrestling, the power exchange is what does it for me. The cycle of dominance and submission is more the common thread. I love to submit, but you have to make me do it, and I don't just let it happen. And you have to really work for it, otherwise I'm going to have your submission. I find this process to be quintessential to my sexuality. And, to be honest, I'm a fairly indomitable personality - in my whole life, I've only accepted one person as truly dominant over me and have found absolutely profound satisfaction in this exchange of power. It takes tremendous trust to fully submit to someone. I didn't think I was capable of that brand of trust until I met someone worth submitting to. But that's not a story for today.

But as for the wrestling... I don't know what it is exactly about why wrestling is fundamental to my arsenal of kinks (but not rugby!) I just like how intimate it is. It's this thing most of us had to repress for so long - an experience that for us came with all the conflicting feelings of sexual orientation and gender - while other kids just...beat each other up and that was that. So in a way, wrestling another man who's *into* wrestling is a bit of normalization and healing for the kid in all of us who had the awkward arousal (and wondering whether the other kid felt the same!) I feel like it comes down to this... When we wrestle we just see eye to eye about a whole shared journey across a lifetime. A very private journey. And that journey brings us together from all around the world. These feel good moments keep me coming back for more and more matches. I feel intact after a match, even if I've been thoroughly dismantled (or just plain exhausted!) And i feel strong, and brave, and capable, regardless of the outcome. Maybe that's why lots of people like wrestling. But for us, it's a little bit more special. And I can vibe with that.

Peace,
Rowdy 🐻

Beautifully said.

Well said, covers pretty well the entirety

Very insightful remarks. I identify with much of this as well.

Wow I resonate with it

That was awesome buddy . . honest - thought provoking - clear - and just fun to read !
Thank you dude

Sleepovers at my Granddad's.

Awkward at first I really didn't know him at all. He was built like a brick shit-house, a real man's man. Confirmed bachelor, disciplined no nonsense, no excuses. I was kind of a spoiled sissy, I had started putting on muscle, but still small. My dad made me start staying with him when trouble started at school. I needed to toughen up.

I thought he was out of the house. Snooping in his bedroom and found his low rise briefs, damp with sweat, I stripped down and put them on, instantly aroused. I was horrified to hear the flush form the bathroom. I had no way out without being seen. I hid beside a wardrobe, Gramps came in an flexed his muscle in front of the mirror. I loved seeing him pose. Big V shaped back, narrow waist, rock hard bubble ass. He flexed pecs, biceps, quads. Muscle covered in light hair. Gramps adjusted his bulge, pretending he didn't know I was spying on him. I was rock hard in his dirty underpants. He finished and walked right to were I was hiding. I tried to speak, but was dropped to the floor immediately. Looking up from the floor at the powerful hairy muscle beast, huge quads and his big bulge at eye level.

"GET UP"

I stood up as fast as I could and found myself clenched in a bearhug. He was about a foot taller than me and my feet were off the floor, my face crushed against his big hairy pecs.

"You need a closer look boy?"

I couldn't speak, the breath was forced out of me and my mouth was crushed against his hairy pec. He eased up on his grip and I caught my breath and he squeezed again. I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, just above his bubble ass. and for some reason I squeezed as hard as I could. I loved how my hard junk felt against his solid 8 pack. He was toying with me, grunting. loosing his grip and squeezing again. I opened my mouth and his big nipple was between my lips. I squeezed my legs pushing my groin into his gut biting his nipple again. and then we were rolling on the bed. I was like a toy being tossed around. He crushed my head between his thighs I could feel his groin throbbing, leaking against my face. Then his fist sunk into my gut and it was like electricity straight to my balls. he knew how he was stimulating me, and alternated between brutally man handling me and gently toying with me. The beating eventually turned into a gentle embrace between gramps and me soaked in sweat. low rise briefs on the floor.

Nice. Grandparents are supposed to teach their grandkids. I can think of so many older men I'd have enjoyed rolling around with when I was a kid. Hell, now too. But, yeah...wrestling with your hair, well-built Gramps...I hope this wasn't the only time. For a gay kid, that was good life training, probably better than anything the school offered.

The Greeks got it right. An older man should take a younger man under his wing, teach him about his body, get him trained to wrestle. And of course that would be naked wrestling. Your Gramps taught you well and you inherited the family genes for hair and a desire to be fit.

Yea, Gramps. Yea, you.

I got lots of support and no judgement from the older muscle bulls in my life. Sought them out at YMCA, the clergy, coaches, cops, servicemen, ect. They had a natural way of dealing with man on man contact without putting a label on it. The interactions were very masculine, tough, kind and supportive.

I'm in my 70s and grew up in the '50s. We had 3 black-and-white channels to watch, and every Saturday I watched professional wrestling. I could feel a tingle between my legs watching these fairly hot, nearly naked men punch and throw and kick and otherwise try to beat the crap out of his opponent. Back Then, low blows were not permitted on TV (as opposed to today where it's required). I had no reason to think they'd knee or pound each other in nuts. Somewhere along the line I saw pottery with guys going at it naked and with balls and wood. I'd jerk off trying to put it all together, pound my meat thinking about 'real' wrestling.
I lived near a Mayberry kind of town. I was allowed to go to the barbershop by myself. It was musty and smelled like cigars. I can't say I was interested in the titty magazines or general sports stuff. However, I discovered a wrestling digest, filled with pictures of matches...including low blows, ball shots, knees to nuts. I was sure all the men would see my wood as I walked to the barber chair. I quietly asked if I could borrow the wrestling digest. He said, "Hell, take 'em all. None of these guys like wrestling."
And that is how wrestling became my first porn. The first couple of times I squirted my boy juice, it landed on the pictures. My first porn with pages that stuck together!
Through high school, the fantasies grew. The jock who used to bully me would be crushed and beaten in my fantasies. Two handsome classmates you go to it. It helped that I knew what their cock and balls looked like, since we shower together after gym. And as I grew older, the matches became more intense, since I didn't have to worry about anyone getting hurt.
My life partner didn't like it, so I'd write matches and jerk off to them. When he died, I started writing more and found a site that encourage posting stories and fight chatting with other members. I tend to win. Wanna fight chat?

For me... Also mynforst porn... Still do... Similar experience.. thank you for sharing like the screen behind the mirror...

I don't know why wrestling is my fetish but it is and i love it. I get so turned on by watching 2 guys or girls wrestle each other. I like different styles of wrestling depending on the people involved. For example if its 2 girls I like it to be a pro match where both girls wear one piece outfits and boots and take part in a proper catch contest exchanging hold not just rolling around on the mat hair pulling. If it's 2 guys I like to see 2 guys in singlets or speedos particularly the heavy set guys or guys with long hair. Don't care if they wrestle or just roll around on the mat. The sight of 2 guys getting that close to each other and jostling for position writhing over each other is such a turn on. Better still if they can't hide their arrousel in their tight outfit and give each other a rub and a squeeze.

Interesting to hear everyone’s personal stories- I consider myself so lucky to have grown up with a father who was obsessed with pro wrestling…so I never had to hide my love of it…it wasn’t until college that I discovered the erotic subtext of the pro wrestling we had been watching on tv…my dad was open to my coming to him and explaining my thoughts…and from then on …there was a different conversation when we watched wrestling together….we had a ball…)

This is a great forum! I'd like to add that for me there were 3 phases.

The first phase was feeling a sense of shame. This started in middle school when my friends (all boys) and I would watch wresting on TV and roughhouse with each other. I’ll never forget the feeling I had one afternoon, when I realized that I would never be like my friends because we watched wrestling for different reasons. They considered wrestling entertainment while I considered wrestling highly erotic, and I was a freak.

The second phase was fear when I joined the wrestling team in high school. I was always paranoid that “I would get caught” and my shameful secret would be revealed. The irony here is that the guys I wrestled had feelings that weren’t too far removed from my own, perhaps not sexually, but with so many hormones exchanged between us at that age, we all felt an explicable “pull” for body contact and to dominate/submit to a peer.

The last phase was revelatory when I found on the internet that I wasn’t alone. Not only did others feel this way but it was incredibly freeing to know that I could share this experience.

Now all 3 phases still live deep within me, and I feel each and every one of them whenever I think about wrestling. Simply encountering another man awakens something primal in me. I subconsciously examine the man in order to understand if I can take him apart or if he’ll put me in my place.

So why wrestling? Well, it’s the only activity that makes me feel a cocktail of emotions: lust, shame, fear, and finally freedom from that shame and fear, all-in-one.

nicely written.

Wrestling does evoke a bunch of feelings depending on one's personal preferences, from eroticism, to competition, to bonding even...

Its a balanced mix. Sometimes a good match means balancing those for all to thrive.

'later

gymrat

I just hope I can get more matches in my life 31 and barely
Jabe had. I can’t wait to be a daddy and whoop some son and father ass

I'm really glad to have found this forum. It is great to read men recalling honest experiences. I get it that there is an primal alpha response that could get any boy or man excited. That's not what I have. I am just straight up turned on by men. I could tell that I was different form my older bros in that I was just instantly turned on by the thought of wrestling or putting on a singlet or a speedo, where they would have to get into a serious match before they became aroused. I kept this a secret as long as I could. I ran into a problem at school though as we went to a catholic school for "troubled" boys. I really believed that I had some shameful defect. I was already the runt of the family and had been held back twice in school. I was 18 my junior year, 5'2 110 pounds and a tiny waist. I had always been picked on by bullies but my older bros kept things in check, and make sure I didn't get beat up or anything. They had moved on to college now and I was on my own.

That year wrestling was required for PE.. My body didn't get a growth spirt until I was 19, but my junk did. I was completely humiliated in a speedo or a singlet, instantly excited and leaking. It was impossible to hide. Not that I had a monster, but I was pretty hung and on my small frame it was impossible to hide and looked ridiculous. My dad and Coach said "it happens to everyone", "just ignore it and it will go away." it didn't. I mostly tried to hide during class and just went though the motions when I was my turn on the mats.

The other boys called me a f@ggot an tormented me as soon as our coach, Brother Patrick, was out of hearing range. I tried to sneak out of the locker room without showering, but we were required to shower and the coaches always had someone outside the locker room to check that we were showered as we left. I got sent back. Brother Anthony dragged me back to the locker room and gave me a hygiene lecture while I stripped down. I wore extra baggy pants to conceal my problem, but when I stripped off my jockey shorts brother Anthony turned red and stammered a little. "Just make it quick son, you will be fine." Then he left. My class mates where loud and boisterous and horsing around in the open showers. I tried to sneak in and out without being noticed. '

" 'bout time you showed up f@ggot"

Then I was tackled, put in a schoolboy pin, then a full nelson. Jake, my nemesis, taunted me with baby punches to my stomach. the punches progressively got harder, and lower, when he started punching below my belly button. I could feel the guy holding me getting hard against the small of my back. I got more excited and bigger, I had never experienced anything like it and I was kind of horrified that I was aroused while I was being publicly humiliated. Jake was built like a fire hydrant. big thick legs like a tree trunk, solid huge, hairy, bubble gluts big arms and pecs and a lean 30 inch waist, not hung at all, maybe why he was such a bully. He knew he found my sweet spot and kept punching until I burst all over his huge quads, ripped abs and small bone. I was punished for this, knocked to the tile floor. put in a camel hold, forced to look up and was the target of a golden shower by several of my classmates.

A couple of guys waited for me outside the locker room and they wanted me to report what had happened and said they would back me up. I begged them not to tell, and said I wanted to deal with it myself. Secretly I knew I really loved being dominated, humiliated, punished for being well endowed.

I was so ashamed, it took me two hours to walk home from school. The house was empty, I just went to my room and fantasied about the shower scene. I thought this must be some kind of sickness.

Things did get better eventually though.

wow, what a a backstory!

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I tried to get out of PE and avoided being naked in the locker room naked. instead of getting out of PE I had to put in extra gym time after school to make up for not fully participating in my required gym classes. I was also forced to shower with the other guys regardless of my "problem". I think I was supposed to get used to being naked with other men and would be less stimulated. it didn't work. Also, the school tends to look the other way when I got fag bashed. Like there was an unwritten policy to let the other boys beat the gay out of a kid. I had been putting in the extra gym time and working hard, but I felt as skinny as ever.

The beatings in the gang shower continued. They couldn't fag bash in the open and the coaches did periodically walk through the locker room. The shower room was down a long hallway and faculty pretty much avoided going in there. There was no gym class after us so there was little chance of being interrupted. The long walk down the hall to the shower was the worst. I was usually forced by Brother Anthony who was on to me trying to sneak out. He watched me form the end of the hall until I entered the shower room.

Jake was loud and holding court entertaining his naked ripped muscle minions. I tried to sneak into the locker room as usual. I couldn't help staring at Jake's hairy ass, which I knew was asking for trouble. He had to make weight and is looking really ripped. Narrow waist, huge quads, bubble ass, big full pecs and biceps. Very vascular all over. Jake was always the first guy naked in the locker room and like me always hard. I almost envied his 4 inch boner, as it seemed to go unnoticed against his thick frame. on the rare occasion he wasn't sporting wood, it was impossible to see against his trimmed pubes. Jake was the first to get naked and the last to get dressed. There were 5 or 6 guys who were on the varsity wrestling team who seemed to follow him everywhere.

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT FAG?"

I hit the tile floor before I realized what was happening. I did realize that my fall was rather controlled. "Do you like my ass f@ggot?" He was squatting over my face his legs trapped my arms and he had my hips pressed into the floor with his big beefy hands. "Sure looks like it" he said as he starred at my throbbing boner. I could hear his buddies laughing although I couldn't see anything except jake's hairy asshole. I was so bad at wrestling, I had no idea what to do. He just picked me up like I was a rag doll and I found myself in a torture rack across his shoulders. He was holding my head/neck with one arm and grabbing my balls with the other. My hard cock just kept beating against my ripped abs as Jake paraded me around the gang shower. I was back on the floor, Jake sitting on my face and another guy sitting across my hips, punching my gut.

They took turns picking me up and dropping me on the floor again. every guy lifted picked me up and held me across his shoulders, in between: full nelsons, gut punching, bear hugs, camel, crab, face sitting - seemed to go on forever. I was starting to realize that I wasn't going to get hurt. they seemed to know how to drop me on the floor without injury. They kept calling me a jobber, I didn't know if that was another word for fag or if it was a wrestling term.

Then they left me on the floor of the shower in a fetal position. someone pissed on me and then I was alone and just laid there trying to get my head around what was happening and why I got so stimulated by being abused like this.

The two big football players who wanted to report the abuse last time came came looking for me. they helped me up. I was limping, but insisted that I was fine. They were still in their sweaty gear, helped me rinse off and toweled me off, which made me hard again. they started helping me walk down the hall, my towel kept falling of and we left it behind. Bret said that it's only dudes here and no one cares if your naked and the important thing is to get checked for injury.I held their shoulders and they where holding my waist as I limped down the hall naked, Ironically, the first good memory I had of that long hallway. I was such an outcast, this was the first act of kindness I had been shown from a class mate. I asked them if they know what a jobber was and they explained. Jeff said I don't have to rat anyone out but I did have to tell Coach about the limp. Honestly I didn't need the help walking but I enjoyed these to muscle studs helping me.

The coaches were all jesuit brothers and priests, really built and fit. We were kind of a reform school so they had the toughest guys you can imagine I was always in trouble for being late or for my bad grades or sneaking out of gym class. and they kind of seemed disgusted by lack of discipline and let the guys beat on me. I guess they wanted me to toughen up. I was still horrified thinking that I might be gay or that anyone would perceive me as gay.

We kept walking through the locker room out into a public hall way that lead to the coaches office. The door was ajar, Jeff called out for the coach. I kept trying to think of anything that would make my boner go away,

Brother Patrick opened the door wearing those old school coach shorts, OTC socks, sneakers and a tight white wife beater. He is about 5' 10". decathlon champion. blond, not a lick of hair on his body, with a lot of muscle on his frame very vascular, amazing legs and a big full V-tapered back.

Brother Anthony was in a towel his cloths hanging on a rack. He is 6'3" and always wears baggy clothes like me. He is my Dad's age and I was surprised that they have a similar build. No overly huge beach muscles but just really built. big and solid he has visible muscles most guys probably don't know exist. Salt and Pepper hair and light body hair all over. You could not help but notice the size of his massive hands.

"Umm, we just finished a... working out, umm, come in. What happened?" Bro Patrick stammered.
Bret started to rat out the guys who beat me up.
"Oh they were just helping me lean some holds, and we got carried away, it was my fault." I interrupted.
"Where does it hurt?" - Bro Patrick
"I think it's his hip" - Bret

I noticed Bro Patrick looking at my cock. I looked down in horror. Pointing straight up with pre-cum dipping out of my piss slit running down the shaft of my cock and my balls.
Bother Anthony had dropped his towel. big thick limp cock seemed to be 7 inches soft, fat with thick veins running form the pelvis down the shaft and foreskin. I watched him go from limp to semi hard on his way to full mast. I had never seen an uncut guy get hard and I remember seeing his big fat mushroom head emerge from his foreskin slimy with pre-cum.

Brother Patrick broke the tension nodding toward Brother Anthony. "Hey son, don't worry about that, it happens to this guy all the time" Bret and jeff cracked up. Bro Anthony turned red and turned his back to me, bent over to find his underwear on the floor. His hamstrings and gluts where huge, my dad is the only other man I have ever seen with such a well developed posterior chain. As he stood up I marveled at the V taper his lats created coming up from a narrow wait to his shoulders and traps. Again, like my dad. I really have to figure out how to get these guys to train me. He slid on a pair of baby blue low rise briefs, which made his big muscle ass look great and did not hide his now fully erect cock.

They got me on the table and made me compress and extend my legs and kind of poked around my body for injury. My abs were red. Bro Patrick pressed on my sore abs and asked if it hurt. I lied and said no. He kept Poking and alternated telling me to flex my abs and then relax as he pressed into my gut. "Are you okay? I don't want you to be uncomfortable. but I think you need to get used to male contact and gain better control over your groin." I felt embarrassed that he seemed to know about the incidents.

Bro Anthony worked my shoulders and pecs and nipples, still only wearing his little underwear with the very visible bulge.

"Yes I'm okay, it's so cool how different mens bodies can be. big, little, hairy, smooth....." I said awkwardly.

I was starting to realize that there is an unspoken sub text to these interactions, and I needed to be more tactful and not just blurt these things out. I consciously decided pay more attention to the banter in these situations. For example, Bro Anthony's bulge is as big as ever, with a big wet spot and no one has said a word. Why were Jeff and Bret still here, just watching with their hands deep in there pockets?

Bro Patrick put a cold towel over my eyes to help me relax. This just made my imagination run wild and my cock and balls did not relax at all. The brothers talked about me like I wasn't even their, about how much muscle I was putting on. I tried to pat attention to how they paraded things to not sound gay.

Honestly, I looked in the mirror and saw the same skinny kid staring back, so it was great to hear.

I loved hearing them talk about my developing body. Was this finally happening?

It got weird though when Bro Anthony started talking about my dad:
"His old man had the same stunted growth and, um, awkward proportions."
"You wouldn't believed the size of that beat now.'

Oh, fuck. he knows my Dad. "I'm not gay and he is going to tell my dad that I'm gay" kept running through my mind. I was equally terrified and turned on. Still, it was nice to have some hope that I might get big like my Dad.

"Relax your abs." A fist sunk deep into my gut between my belly button and pelvic bone. it seemed directly connected to my cock and balls, My dick was pulsing and I could feel the flow of pre-cum increase and run Into my concave gut. Bro Patrick just rubbed it into my abs and pecs. for a few minutes and then went back to gently pushing his fist into my belly.

I loved feeling that fist deep in my gut.
"He has a healthy prostate." - Bro Anthony.

They had Bret and Jeff stripped off their shirts and now working my legs, inner thighs, calves, feet, and my gluts.

Bro Anthony massaged my shoulders, pecs, something about how Bro Anthony massaged my chest, especially my nipples seems to shoot straight to my groin.

There was a long period of silence as the man-handling intensified.
It seemed like intensional overload toes how much I can take.

My imagination went wild under my blindfold. Bro Anthony's big fat bulge brushed against my head and arms periodically, that fat uncut dick inches from my face. I had never sucked a dick before and wanted it so bad my mouth watered.

They kept pushing the edge and my heart rate and breathing increased and I started to tremble.

"HOLD YOU JUICE!! DO NOT LOOSE YOU NUT!!" jeff shouted.
"Just relax son." - Bro Pat. They all backed off the pressure for a few minutes and then it built back up.

"You really have to develop some discipline son, to avoid any more accidents." Bro Patrick obviously referring to my tendency to loose my nut when I'm getting beat on or teased by the other guys. I knew word got around but I felt very ashamed that the faculty knew.

"Okay, Let's turn him over." I remember keeping my eyes closed as to not disrupt the fantasy running through my mind. I put minimum effort into turning over and enjoyed the 4 men moving my body. "Hey this is promising" Bro Anthony said as he cupped my right ass cheek in his huge hand. "I can't even get me hand around it. They also commented a lot on my back, shoulders and hamstrings, but my gluts development came up a lot. The edging continued, as they found trigger points in my inner thighs, and ass cheeks and still managed to get at my nips.

That was the first time I had any idea that I was putting on muscle, and that I'm not the only guy with this problem. It Was also good to know that I might be able to learn how to control orgasms, maybe even my boner. Even better, the idea that I might grow up to be half the man my Dad is and apparently he had some of the same "problems" as me gave me a lot of hope.

Very hot story. Yeah that unspoken subtext is tricky. I once knew a priest like Bro Anthony. Big hairy and built older guy that I saw at the beach once.

Wow. Some intense memories there. My PE class was never that rough but HS wrestling was still out of the question as I would have been way too excited. Thanks for sharing that. Being able to do so shows real strength.

They idea of wrestling has been an obsession since I saw a heel jobber match on TV when I was around 9 years old. I would wrestle friends with our shirts off and I would always purposely loose. When I hit puberty it hit high gear and has been there ever since. I would buy wrestling magazines and hide them in my room. As I travel for work I would imagine fantasy matches that always ended in a humiliating defeat. As much as I wanted it to, the fixation has never gone away. Since finding this sight I've had some great matches, one in a pro wrestling ring. I thought it would go away as I got older but it remains. As retirement looms my opportunities to wrestle will be gone but I am thrilled at the experiences I've had thanks to this site. Why is it such a passion? Not really sure but the thought of wrestling a superior opponent dominating me from start to finish while wearing skimpy but socially acceptable wrestling tights will always be a massive turn on.

Well said. @KS56.
Pretty much the exact same story for me - started at a similarage when I would hide wrestling magazines that had “apartment house wrestling“ photo sets. Female vs female was what first turned me on and especially the dominating aspect of the photos (performed and posed in skimpy bikinis :) ).
Then in the 80s and 90s pro wrestling promoters seemed to know (and delivered in a somewhat subliminal way) what would hook a lot of people: the erotic elements of a squash job - cruelty, domination, humiliation of large again small in front of a crowd and broadcast on TV for all to see. This went for Mvm or Fvf and I realize I was turned on by all of it across the board. :-)

Your last statement goes for me as well except switch the words around where I like to be the one dominating. :-)

It’s an amazingly powerful fetish that I have not gotten to an underlying understanding of “why” either. :-)

Oh well. All we can say is “thank you Internet!“ :-)

Also found the apartment house wrestling in grade school :)

Women wrestling turned me on to wrestling when I was a kid. My mother wrestled with a couple neighbors and my older sisters and with me. Older sisters wrestled me also. We lived in the mojave desert and had a swimming pool, so usually mom, sisters my freinds and I were in swimsuits. My mother also liked to fight

I always had a bond with my bullies. At some level I knew they were getting off on humiliating me just like I got off on being humiliated. I was never brushed (much) or got a bloody nose, and they certainly could have done a lot of damage. they knew just the right about of torture to keep things stimulating without doing any real damage.

https://www.inputmag.com/culture/youtube-pro-wrestling-jobbers-gay-fetish/amp

Good article on the Jobber fetish in pro wrestling.

Great article. Thank you for sharing.

Those are some really interesting posts. Genuinely fascinating to read. I consider myself on the ace spectrum, yet my libido utterly succumbs to wrestling. I feel like what I find most interesting about it is the whole narrative of two bodies colliding and testing how much they can intertwine. To me, it is less about the actual testing, but the intimacy of showcasing your strength, as well as delegating the power two partners have over each other. It's straight-up fun and even erotic to some, which to me is a lot more valuable than current trends of hypersexualization. It's unforeseeable impact, passionate emotions and intuition that turns wrestling into such an interesting fetish.

It’s not a fetish it has been taking place since the dawn of time and it is survival of the fittest
It is nature

Well its not <merely> a fetish. But it is a fetish. I've had it ever since puberty. A huge turn on. The technical term is agonophilia.

Ben you totally get it awesome post!

Thanks man! 😃

I've always liked wrestling since a young age. I remember watching the WWE back when I was 5 or 6 years old; something inside me stirred when I watched those matches, specially those where the wrestlers wore speedos. I felt somehow ashamed of my enjoyment of wrestling and kept it a secret until my late teens. Growing up in a mostly feminine household, never had the chance to develope an affinity with other boys and grew up to be an scary mouse, afraid of being hurt. Still to these days I envy those guys whose childhood transcurred with lots of male neighbours, creating their own backyard wrestling feds or just simply roughhousing at a friend's place. Can't complaint though. That little thing aside, I had a very happy childhood.
It wasn't until my late teens that I began exploring this kind of websites, creating my first profile when I was 16 pretending to be 18 and thinking, back then, that guys in their thirties were so old lol
Sorry if this is too long but your stories have inspires me to write a bit of my own.
Anyway, why is wrestling my fetish? Can't say, sorry. Maybe because I'm a side gay guy hehe.
There is, obviously, an erotic aspect to this SPORT that appeal to us all. Not just us guys on this site, but also, I think, all men have that urge to wrestle. It's primal. It's two bodies entangled, sweating, groaning, trying to be on top of one another...it's kinda sexual, even the straightest dude have to admit it. Sadly, todays society is making moderna men to feel ashamed of it.
The dominating aspect is quite erotic to me as well. Seeing a man, defeated at My feet is incredibly arousing, knowing he gave his best but couldnt defeated me.
Nevertheless, above all this, my favourite thing about wrestling is male-bonding. Nothing makes me leave an encounter most satisfied than, after all is done two guys can hug affectionely, and having a blast during and after the match.
Yeah, that's pretty much it. If you've read all this, thanks for your patience.

Great post Ben!

Great post and I would like to share something I wrote on this topic a while back.

It’s Okay.

It's okay to be a man who likes fighting.
It's okay to like other men. A lot.
I'ts okay to have sex with other men.
It's okay to want to be owned. Darkly.
It's okay with consent to own. Completely.
It's okay to worship during combat.
It's okay to edge your masochist. And his sadist.
It's okay to exercise your sadist. And his masochist.
It's this magic thing called
c o n s e n t . . .
It's okay to WANT him.
It's okay to OWN him.
It's okay to DEVASTATE him.
Break him down. On every level.
Make him CRY.
Make him SURRENDER.
INVADE him.
OWN him.
Make him WET.
Make him SERVE.
Make him WORSHIP.
and want only YOU....MASTER.
OR...let him do all that to you.

Yes. It's Okay. You're Gay. THEY can Get over it.

I agree with this! similar to me

Great story! I agree and feel the same way. Wrestling has always been erotic to me for the same reason you stated. Hope to wrestle you one day SmallBen.

Thanks, man. Glad you liked it, even if it is a bit lenghty. Lol.

@SmallBen Very nice.

Thanks a lot, man!

For me, who never really cared much about wrestling during childhood and only discovered it through BG East and similar, I always saw wrestling as and incredibly hot and exciting sport, specially submission wrestling with strong opponents, uneven matches and long held domination holds.

If i could list the reasons I find it completely exciting I’d say:
- Competitiveness: how hard two guys struggle to dominate each other and how they try to resist tapping when being dominated by the other. The strategic aspect of it, which hold will counter this? Will he be able to keep the pressure? Should I tap now or try to escape?

- Rivalry and Bonding: that macho rivalry yet friendly bonding of two stubborn guys who want to show who’s the strongest to each other. Two masculine guys trying to submit and dominate each other is so hot. Especially if the guys really know each other’s limits (which takes some good fair play and hours of bonding and getting to know each other).

- Contact: one of the best sensations in the world is to feel your opponent’s body all over yours while he tries to submit you using his strength and determination. I mean, remember how good is to feel the muscles of a nice pair of thighs crushing your neck in a good headscissor hold? Or feeling your opponent’s legs in an armbar? Or feeling him pinning you? Or you doing it to him, instead. For me that is both heaven and hell.

- Domination: finally and this one may be pretty sex related. I love an opponent dominating a completely helpless opponent, knowing fully well he can’t escape a hold and is at the absolute mercy of the one who dominates. Might also go a bit on the sadistic part, though respecting limits and being safe is crucial. I like both dominating and being dominated.

Sorry for the long text, but thats for me what makes wrestling my greatest fetish. Happy wrestling you all!!!

Well this is a very interesting topic! I can say I always liked wrestling from when I was a child watching wwe but I never thought I could've liked doing it! I always liked watching wrestling videos so years ago I found this site randomly and I was very curious to starting doing some matches! And I really enjoyed them! Love to find who is the strongest, long matches, body contact, lot of holds, showing power and so on!

Great answers and true feelings regarding this topic. Wrestling is my fetish because when I was little I remember the 80s wrestling and the tight speedos with huge bulges sticking out and finding that alone to be absolutely the biggest turn on. Then enter another man wearing the same thing and the two of them putting each other in holds that were and still are the most erotic visuals I had ever seen. I would wrestle my friends when they would sleep over and I would have to fight so hard to not get an erection, but sometimes it happened and nobody said anything. I realized then that I found wrestling to be the most erotic thing that I enjoy. I came out and found other gay guys to wrestle and to this day I would rather wrestle than have sex with someone. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy sex, but I’m in love with wrestling and getting off during or after the match

Thanks for sharing! Love it!

Very relatable. I suppose if I was having an erotic wrestle some competition could develop, but the goal would always be eroticism.

Wow, I must say, that this post has been some of the most insightful, helpful information behind the psychology of this "forbidden" topic that I have ever seen. Thank you all so much for sharing your hard-won wisdom from therapists and years of experience. And thank you for finally putting a name to it.

I can only corroborate and add to the theories proposed here, as someone who was forced to assume responsibility at a young age, and someone with an incredibly combative and domineering parent, it makes sense that I am so turned on by being dominated.

Around 7 I moved somewhere new, and spent most of my childhood in my room. At night when I knew no one could sneak up on me, I would watch the 3 am repeat showing of RAW or Smackdown on the TV in my room. I set up a music stand between my desk and my bed, a good sturdy steel bar a few inches in width. I would push my stomach as hard as I could against the bar, completely folding myself over it, and holding myself there for as long as a jobber would be in a submission, or throw myself on it again when they were punched or racked. My parents could never figure out why there were deep divets in the desk holding up the other side of the bar. I would try to physically put myself into the submissions just by myself, so I could feel what it would be like to be in the hold. I would try to sleeper myself out with belts, Boston crab myself against walls, imagining John Cena, Eddie Guerrero, Hardcore Holly, Randy Orton, Chris Masters, Chris Benoit, Steve Austin, JBL, "American Badass" period Undertaker (biker fetish for anyone else now?) laughing at me or picking on me like an 80's high school movie villain.

That eventually turned into me wrestling with a friend whose house I slept at a lot. I would try to maneuver myself *just* right to end up in the moves I was hoping for... (something that probably still serves me well.) I would have to sneak away for a long shower afterwards every time. It was never sexual for him, but I would imagine the matches we had for days afterwards, having my face rubbed in the floor, or taking blow after blow to the shoulders and arms in armbars.

I had a hard time as a kid. I was terrified of being perceived as gay because I had a parent who was pretty relentless with the teasing of my more effeminate traits at the time. So I stayed as far as I could from any sports related activities at school. Of course I WANTED to wrestle, but I felt like I would be instantly given away with how much I was enjoying it and why. So instead I stayed as far as I could from any jocks, delved into the world of performing arts, since I was from a musical family. I came out at 16 before my senior year of high school, not really entirely by choice. By then I was safe at the top of the social totem pole of the large performing arts program at my school. But it definitely put a nail in the coffin for any male friendships I had at that point.

I feel like because of this, I have had a hard time learning to connect with other men. There is so much shame around this subject, but as they say, the way to dispel shame is to talk about it. I've had my fair share of matches through the years now (starting on globalf when I was 17), and I'm really glad to have this community and interest. It brings a lot into my life. And as I have gotten older, the workout benefits, the desire to learn fighting styles... it's an interest that keeps giving.

Nice posting, man.

Great posting – thanks for sharing it!

Wow bro that was great thanks for sharing!

I hear you. Thanks for sharing!

Well said and thanks for sharing! Deano

Wrestling has been my fettish since I was at least 5-6 years of age.Just the sight of men in trunks and boots,gets me hard everytime. We wrestled as kids, and enjoyed the struggle for dominance-as most guys do.As a young adult, my interest lessened,but the discovery of the internet opened-out an entirely new and Global Vista.

Yes, I know how it is. I'm the same way, only I think of guys giving me sleeper holds. It's usually younger ones with muscles, especially bigger biceps, but also heavy guys (300 lbs, etc). I've asked any number of people in gyms where I belonged if they're into martial arts and led up to the question about sleepers. I haven't found very many who are into it, though. It goes way back into my childhood just like other guys here.

I must admit I have found myself looking twice at random men, considering who would win lol

I look at a lot of good looking young men and want to invite them to wrestle with me. Alone, just the two of us, stripped down to basic shorts. I hope to find more in my life who are willing to do this with someone 55 years old, ME!

I'm willing but not young any more!

Thanks JoshFighter. Yeah it’s exhilarating matching up against another man to see who can outmuscle who. If there is some extra during or after the match that’s just a bonus. Question for you men here. How many of you met a man that you’re attracted to? Not necessarily to have sex with, but to fight with. Through my wrestling years that’s happened to me several times. I’ve been somewhere and find a man attractive but to fight with not have sex with per-say. There were a couple of occasions that I went home with men, and have goated them into a fight. I found it more satisfying then sex.

My husband isn't in to wrestling as much as I am, but he often turns it on for me when we have sex.

Yes, it takes a minute to cum whereas a fight is one long orgasm.

JerseyLuchador is on point totally gets it!

Hey Devgrapple. Wish you were closer. You're have the kind of body that I like to torture during a match. Making you submit over and over. All the while making you suffer during a match.

Well now i just learned the word for it Thank U!

Awesome posts guys totally get it!

Thinking about it too much without getting any action doesn't help

Nice post Jerseyluchador, out of interest... Did you ever get a boner during any of these early matches?

Most of the time. Yes. Even when wrestling straight friends and acquaintances. If you notice a lot of the college wrestlers come up with boners while wrestling. I believe it’s all the testosterone released while thinking of overpowering another man.

Being turned on when you fight is not just about fetishes or testosterone. It's getting sexually horny, come on... You can't go to a straight club with your dick standing up just because... Getting hard is caused because there is a homosexual element.

The fetish of fighting or wrestling never leaves you once it gets started. I started as a pre-teen and to this day I get excited and hard when I see a man that I would like to get into a fight with. As I stated earlier it started with with friends, then gravitated to neighborhood boys, and then throughout school and college. Nothing to me is better to get to know another male then mixing it up with him. That is why I joined a wrestling club at an early age. I found like minded guys that I could get into fights and matches with. The bonding of two men as they try to out muscle each other while gaining an advantage over the other is exciting to me. Win or lose. It's just gives me a hard on!

Yep! Wrestling always makes my dick hard too.

When I was in 6th grade I saw this cute latin guy body slam another kid in the lunch room. I was attending a huge public school in NY. I was some what of a geek and he was the cool kid on the block and I had a huge crush on him. Teachers trusted me and would send on errands to get supplies or relay messages to other rooms. One day at the end of school I asked to leave early and went to the other classroom and asked for Jose to be excused with books and clothing to the principles office. He asked me what was up and I said just follow me. We went upstairs to the empty side of the school into another gymnasium where I challenged him to wrestle. To my surprise we wrestled for 20 minutes. I was so excited my first real wrestling match.

Hey man this is an awesome story bro. - wish I’d had the courage to challenge guys that I had sized up to actually challenge them to a wrestle when I was younger !

hot fucking story

Truly awesome!
Thanks for sharing, Josh.

SUPER great memory there, Josh. What guts you had to challenge him to a match like that as your first match. Good that you two could be alone to go at it.

Thanks bro I was sweaty bullets when I did that.

I wish you had challenged me wrestle! Lol

I sure respect you for all that courage as a young kid, man! Also happy to know it worked out pretty well for you both.

My fetish started with TV wrestling when I was a kid, especially sleeperholds. The fantasy was so strong that I had to wrestle guys even though I was the worst in my gym class and always lost. Later on, I took up jogging and weight training. But the thing hung over me. I remember I asked the guy with the biggest biceps at one gym where I belonged to put me in a sleeperhold, and, surprisingly, me was glad to oblige. I finally saw one wrestling someone else at the large university rec. center I belonged to, and asked if I could wrestle him, too. He beat me with no trouble. It turned out he was a bjj trainer giving samples of what he teaches, and I signed on with him immediately. A short time later I found someone who became my regular practice partner. He was a gifted athlete, and we always went for sleepers, and he always won. I go for young muscular guys and heavy guys who are into sleepers and can beat me in the end. After the longest time, I found that I have agonophilia, which is an attraction to fighting of some kind, and I'm not alone.

Agree with lots of the comments on this one. It's exciting, whether or not you find it sexual

Love idea of owning another man on the mats or in oil/mud. Being the dominant fighter. Especially wrestling a bud in front of his father. Father cheering his son on. Even though as no chance

For me it's all mental the idea of dominating another male in a physical way and adrenaline that goes with it.

Heck yeh it is bro

For some jobbers, this kind of alternative wrestling is comparable to what some alpha males are looking for when they go to domination places. Being gently whipped and insulted by a leather-clad female gives them relief from their usual situation of being in charge, where they are expected to succeed and be hyper masculine.

The thought of two men planning, setting up a time and date to meet for a match gets me hard. The anticipation of that date coming when we meet to fight and bond over during a match gets me excited and hard.

Yes! And I love it when it’s a neutral site match so there’s no home advantage. Especially if it’s in front of a woman!

Just hearing or saying the word wrestle get an insta-hardon!!

Or spotting it on paper.

I’m right there with you. Talk about wrestling and I get bone hard! 🍆

And i m rright with you as wrll.....even more.. during a fight if opponrnt saysd certain words as fight wredtle entangle figthrepeatedly with a good rythm.......he makes me cum

Absofuckinglutely!!

haha I have a new word luv it

I use to look it up in the library encyclopedia at school. Start to get hard on Wren.

My high school had two books about wrestling technique, even though we had no wrestling team. Needless to say I took those books out often, and photocopied the hottest pics!

My hands were always under the library table.

Same here how many cums

Nice move. Look at them in private.

Oh God I remember doing the same thing!

I wish I had recognized others

me too and the pics

The two at school were better than the one t home. It had hold drawings nd some Mateus.

The need to wrestle was strong with me even before puberty. I remember other boys challenging me or me challenging other boys at a young age to wrestle. That takes all the psychological stuff off the table. At least for me. But, I also noticed not all boys liked or desired to wrestle. Just some around in the neighborhood. But, growing up & becoming a teenager it was the same thing. Only some guys were much more aggressive. And as a man I still have a desire to wrestle & do on occasion wrestle. Two grown men renting a room to wrestle, who would believe? I wonder if this is just natural with some males & it doesn't matter whether your straight, bi or gay. It's just a male thing. But, then some females wrestle also but, very few. Or, maybe we have more testosterone. In India they recognize that some have a need to wrestle & have places open to all sizes & ages if you want to wrestle somebody I think in the west there's too many hang ups about sex. To me this isn't about sex. I love sex but, I will wrestle a guy wether we have sex afterwards or not. Makes no difference to me.

Good summary of the situation, I think.

Be careful in this pandemic period and enjoy !

well said, writ or wrote

I too have always had a strong need/desire to wrestle going back as far as I can remember which actively continues through to the present day.

Great post man! Yeah, it is a bonus when sex happens for those that are looking for that, but wrestling is such an awesome thing, and hot in itself.

I agree. I wish there wasn't a hang up here.

Some really good honest observations here about why we wrestle. For me, it's a combination of letting out the erotic in a very primal, natural way, together with the excitement of getting out of our clothes with a guy and exploring the clash of our bodies and minds. Sure it's mental exercise as well as physical, ask any college wrestler.
I'm non-competitive in wrestling, yet the essence of wrestling is competition - that's unavoidable, because wrestling is two guys engaging in man2man combat. It's essentially what the two guys want from the combat - what the end is going to be that shapes the "style". So it ends up being unique to each individual wrestler.

As a young man I’ve always had a fantasy of fighting. I use to try to get into fights with friends. The action of two men testing each other always made me hard. It was always a great way to bond a friendship. To this day I fantasize about fighting with some men that I meet. It’s always been erotic to me.

I have always liked watching wrestling on tv as a little kid. and now as an adult. I will always cheer for the jobber whether the jobber be a face or heel. What turned me on as a kid and was the start of my wrestling fetish was wrestling boots. I always loved when the camera would zoom in on a jobber being boot choked or a jobber being pinned with a boot on his chest, and sometimes face if the heel was Col. Debeers!

I always like to wrestle since I was 5 years old. It seems I like boys in a young age, I notice I would stare at their butts ha ha. The only outlet for that was to wrestle them. To win or get defeated didn't matter to me as it felt good to fight. I always remember when my mother had to go to a doctor's appointment there was a kids waiting room. There's always a sure thing that I would find another boy to wrestle with. I always wish that when I see a handsome guy I can go up to him and ask him if he wants to wrestle without him freaking out of alternative motives lol. Another thought will be able to hypnotize someone to wrestle me will be cool.

Honest and hot.

Great topic and questions you have raised about yourself and about others who love to wrestle, Azalku !! And with your questions there are probably 100 or more answers from 100 or more fellow wrestlers. Of course, wrestling in its many forms has been around for all of recorded history, so there is something about the competition between folks that has always captured human interest. I'm just going to put out a few thoughts and perhaps expand upon them or add other thoughts later or even answer questions if folks have any.

Firstly, of course, wrestling is an intense physical and mental sport. As with many sports, the experience of engaging in them brings a sort of satisfaction to the mind as well as the body, an escape, perhaps, for the mind from daily routines, and a demanding physical discipline of the body. None of that can be "bad" for any human able to so engage.

As to the nature of the erotic elements of wrestling, there are some quite obvious and some not-quite-so obvious aspects. Good wrestlers usually have well-toned, well disciplined bodies which are a pleasure to look at. The sight of two well-toned men locked together in competitive struggle appeals to us. And then there's the feel of wrestling another guy; it's ALSO pleasurable, even while there's momentary pain. Pain, of course, can be pleasurable; it's simply one "feedback mechanism" to the body, causing an action in response. Also, the sense of control (or lack of control) and stimulation from the body contact between two people brings a sense of mutual bonding from the struggle. As such, wrestling is very much a sensual experience, much as sex is a sensual as well as mental experience.

Since wrestling and sexuality are both sensual and mental experiences, I'd advise not going too too far in trying to draw lines or to confuse one's self with too much hyper-psychoanalysis. They are both simply human experiences and can be enjoyed as such. While wrestling is competitive in nature, it is also an expression of affection between two bodies, a sharing and a bonding, much like sexual activity most often is. In other words, it's just "human"..and should be enjoyed as such. Some folks get into it, some folks shy away from it entirely.

Lastly, in our modern world, there's lots of restrictions, warnings, myths and "wive's tales" about how two folks shouldn't be enjoying this aspect of our humanity. So we get all "hung up" on whether this is "good" or "bad", healthy or pathological. Those are the brakes society is placing upon our natural instincts, not really worthy of over analyzing. Just enjoy the reasonable, sane, physical and mental competition and affection you can have with fellow wrestling enthusiasts. Keep it simple, straightforward, candid and private. Revel in the life you can have enjoying the sport in whatever variety most entices you. Best wishes for a long healthy life of wrestling.

I like a good read

Very interesting observations in this thread. I see the posts are mostly two years old, so maybe the energy's gone out of it, but it's great to read about others' experiences of delving into their own psyches. Thank you for that. Sometimes I theorise about the possible origins of my wrestling kink, sometimes I observe what triggers me, and more rarely I just give myself up to the experience. I'm keen to think it over more, though, and hopefully not overthink it.

I don't imagine the thrill thought of a wrestle will ever leave me.

Good comment there, Ryder. Yes, no need to ".overthink it". I imagine it's just a natural thing among an array of turn-ons and excitements folks have when expressing themselves with their body.

Following this

Bravo! Well said!

Excellently put and proof that hot and wise are not mutually exclusive.

i get off on it cause gettin naked and grindin against a smooth hott dude till u jizz is a good fucking way to cum. So wrestling with longhaired skinny boys is like fucking a girl only cock2cock is a way different thing.

I'm not sure it's that complicated is it? Body contact, few clothes, skin on skin, muscle to muscle, a bit of sadism or masochism, the chance for a turn on without necessarily too much emotional attachment or full on sex. Wrestling is just sexy, I think men who don't get that should be in therapy ha ha. It's pretty harmless anyway apart from the risk of injury. So let's all be careful x

I went through a year of therapy trying to figure out why I have this fetish.

The conclusion my therapist and I eventually came to, which may or may not be helpful to others, is this. When you have a strong, domineering parent (in my case, my mother) who is competitive and does not give an inch; who wins every conflict against you – and yet who is also the main source of love in your young life – as you get older, your sexuality can get tangled up in this need to conflict with and lose to an intimate opponent. I know it sounds cheesy to wrap this fetish up with one's mother (paging Dr. Freud!) but it really did make a lot of sense to me.

It didn't help me get rid of the fetish, of course, which was why I was going to therapy in the first place! But it did provide some interesting insight.

Your mileage, of course, may vary.

Yeah, I've had therapy too...was your motivation for going to therapy religious? Actually, neither the counseling nor a 12-step group that I went to for a while, help very much though everyone was sincere and quick to listen. The dominant person in our household growing up was my grandmother but, I doubt if she fits the Oedipus model that Freud presents. So I still don't know what to think. I've grown to accept the conflict, enjoy the wrestling/boxing when I can get it and set sexual boundaries, which some consider far too conservative while others consider far too liberal. I'm never quite comfortable in either world. Deano in Cincy

Was definitely not religiously motivated. I'm an atheist. :-)

That is interesting because I used to belong to an internet support group of guys who struggled with same sex attraction but didn't consider themselves gay. One day, a new member asked if anyone did NOT have religious reasons for seeking "change." There was an overwhelming silence. It really got me thinking that religious indoctrination was a strong factor in my lifestyle choices.

Totally agree with you man and been down this proverbial road a thousand times. Strong faith and have been a part of a recovery group for years . Still have a million questions but don’t carry any of the guilt anymore.

This is a topic that really interests me because I've never been attracted to wrestling but I get so tuned on by boxing. I've been attracted to boxing since I was a little boy and since puberty it has always turned me on. On the other hand, wrestling does nothing for me. I'd be interested in knowing why. Tony

Thanks for you post; I have done a great deal of soul searching over the last forty years about this issue (and more than once with the help of a counselor). Now, I went through puberty at a very late age (mid twenties) and that may have some bearing on my "obsession" with masculinity and fighting sports but, on the other hand, I recall being fascinated with wrestling and wrestlers at a very young age (6 or 7) in front of black and white television in the 1960's. It was all fantasy back then as I was a small and shy kid and never wrestled or boxed until I was into my forties or fifties, nor would my religious upbringing allow it.

Imagine my surprise to find, in the Internet world of the 1990's, that there were other guys with the same "issues" (and my best friend today is a fellow wrestler). Well, after all the thinking about it and the counseling (and being told by one religious therapist that I was basically "going to hell)," I really do not have any answers but to enjoy the positives of competition and male bonding and set boundaries for myself sexually. Most guys don't see an "issue" here and I guess that's okay; others are conflicted. I am glad that we can discuss this as men and hope we can continue to dialog. Yours, Deano

I'm in the same boat. I have always loved wrestling and get hard at the mention of it. I love having control of someone and watching them squirm and beg in my headscissors and I also love being controlled. I don't read to much into why, i just accept it as the most amazing gift ever. There are far worse sexual fetishes we could all have.

I don’t think it is a bad fetish to have or that a particular fetish is ‘worse’ than any other. I was just wondering if my fetish might be telling me something about myself that I have yet to discover on a conscious level.
Could it be that I am trying to experience an emotional state that I have been utterly deprived of and desperate to experience?
If let’s say I would to bring two people with the same fetish (in my case, wrestling, headscissors, being controlled etc). Would this fetish Achieve the same desire for me as it does for you?
I read once that people who like to be abused show a trend of having pasts where they had to be in control, responsible in situations where they didn’t want to be or wern’t ready to be. Many had parents who would not stand for anything that they perceived as weakness. The result is creating a person who can withstand tons of pressure. Control and responsibility are an immense pressure. And by being overpowered and abused during wrestling and sexual role play, they get to loose control and with that Sense if control, the weight of responsibility gets lifted off their shoulders and is assumed by the dominant partner.
Now that is one theory I read that I feel somewhat applies to me but at the same time I feel it is contradictory as I like to be abused and be abusive and it would seem that explanations of what I am ‘seeking’ is contradictory.
Sorry to go off on a psychological tangent here, I am just thinking out loud and am wondering if anyone else might have dug a little deeper into why we have the fetishes that we do?

Agonophilia covers a broad range of sexual arousal, from fighting paraphernalia (boxing gloves, cups, headgear) and through the actual engagement in fighting (legitimate or fantasy). For those who actually fight the arousal is multi-dimensional. The combination of fighting gear, the physical contact with the opponent, and the actual fight is indescribable. Depending of the quality of the match, the sexual energy between the competitors, and the presence of spectators, some matches go to legitimate knockout, and sexual intercourse may follow with dominance and submissive roles determined by the outcome of the fight...I'd say an unknown number have it, and it is of unknown origin. Dominance and submission and possible early abuse or perceptions of oneself as weak and inadequate may have something to do with or possibly arousal at fighting for the first time or putting someone out.

Very interesting post! I can't add any insight into it unfortunately, I can only add that I'm the same, particularly if someone is being dominant with me in a match. For me it's not only the person being in control, but also them WANTING to be in control and enjoying what they're doing (if, for example, head scissoring). And wow, who wouldn't want to be a victim to cyclone74's legs? :D

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You could come into my headscissors anytime

I can see why you liked Mark lander and his amazing scissor, I jack off to him also. It’s an interesting question, do we get off to the abuse or the pleasure of being in malls contact!! The scissors are my greatest turn on, using them and then turning to being squeezed in them. This close contact to a guys Crotch and his mighty power legs can’t get any more erotic. Coming from a legs man myself, the squeezing is the ultimate pleasure . I don’t understand why all gay men are not into it. If You used your amazing legs on me I go weak at the knees

I’ve been trying to figure out why and how did wrestling and being controlled or in control of someone became my sexual fetish.
I’ve read online about being abused or being abusive as a fetish and that how being abused might relate to having too much stress and pressure on your shoulders during childhood and that you enjoy being abused because you are realizing all responsibility to another person and vice versa with being abusive ......,, however I enjoy both those things and therefore the explanations become contradictory.
I sometimes think it is more simple than that because I remember stumbling upon mark lander wrestling videos online at the age of 13 and started to always imagine wrestling and being controlled when jacking off so maybe it’s just because of that.
Anyway I’m curious to know if anyone else has tried to do some deep searching within to try to find out and explain why we have certain sexual fetoshes?

Interesting post. Wrestling in itself was never the fetish for me. Being trapped in scissor holds, choke holds as well as just being controlled was. It started for me when I was around 7. A group of friends and myself were getting to know some new kids on the block. Annoying their sister who was in her early teens and 5 or 6 inches taller than most of us. She jumped out of her chair and the chase was on and we scattered. Being the shortest of the group I was the one she tackled. Within seconds I found myself face down on the grass with her big legs wrapped around my waist. She began flexing and relaxing and when my friends came close to "rescue" me she would tighten really hard telling then I would be hurt if they came closer. They would back off and immediately come back and she would flex tight again. I got tired of their new game really quick but could do nothing about it. After that day my supposed best friends decided that they would continue the new game. I became their wrestling dummy and between the three of them they had contests to see who could make me tap the quickest, make me turn the reddest or make me cry. Years later I saw a psychiatrist to help get an explanation of why I liked being subjected to scissor holds specifically and then choke holds or bear hugs. He told me that when the girl tightened up on me then relaxed and tightened again it flipped a switch in my mind that that was pleasurable. He never did tell me how to unflip that switch. To this day if anyone says they can make me submit to a scissor hold I'll give them a chance to prove it even if I know I will tap.

I met 2 men through Craigslist a decade ago that really enjoyed having a shorter person to physically control and torment. One was 6'3" 255, he didn't look muscular, but damn was he strong. We got together every other week and once he got ahold of me there wasn't much I could do. We'd tussle for 5-10 minutes then he'd clamp me in a frontal head scissor and hold me there, flexing and relaxing while he read a book or watched a movie. Flexing and relaxing the entire time. When he would finally release me, I would be so dizzy. The second man told me in his response that he was a little over 6' and 230. After a few communications I met him at his place. He had a funny idea of what a little over 6' 230 was. He was 6'6" 275 to my 5'6" 190. After talking a little bit with me gazing at the size of this man we headed to his playroom. As we got to the door, he wrapped his right arm around my neck telling me I had 2 options.
Once inside I could strip down or, as he tightened his grip on my neck, he'd knock me out and when I came to. I'd be naked. Realizing he wasn't using any power I acquiesced. After stripping he put me in another choke hold and dragged me to the largest bed I'd ever seen. He turned and fell backward dragging me with him. As our bodies hit the mattress his huge legs wrapped around my legs and he released my neck grabbing my wrists with his hands and crossed my arms across my chest and tightly pulled me into his chest. It was an odd feeling, I was totally immobilized and felt a calmness come over me. In that moment I felt as safe as a baby in its mother's arm. When ever I tried to move he'd tighten up his arm or legs and occasionally both. At one point he arched his back while flexing his arms and legs and I felt like I was being torn apart. After several minutes of this he released my legs and move his up around my waist where he started flexing and relaxing, getting tighter every time. At one point he released one of my wrists and grabbed my package as he tightened his legs harder than he had before and exclaimed "you like this". After that exclamation, every time I exhaled he'd tighten harder. As I was frantically hitting his rock hard thigh and getting light headed he tells me If you this is bad, wait until you head is trapped. He could have crushed my head and I'm glad he didn't. I haven't had fun like that since those two moved away. And I'm sure it will never happen again.

That's a very hot and exciting memory. I might have been tempted to follow the big guy after he moved.