Trish Stratus has some fun with a teen muscle champ




It was a hot July night at the gym. My uncle owned one of our town's more
obscure gyms in the east side of town near our local hotel. That was fortunate
for me since it allowed me to workout in my own time and build my body without
any wait for the workout bench or machines. I should introduce myself. My name
is Rob, just turned 18 and had been working out for about three years. I
started pumping iron in high school to build muscles, confidence and, if I'm
being honest, to find a way to impress the girls. It took a good year to
really get into a groove and start adding muscle mass, strength and definition
but by my senior year of high school I was well on my way.

At 5'10 I was just about 180 lbs of solid muscle mass, which for my age was
impressive. Our high school had a beefcake contest, and one of the proudest
moments of my young life was coming on stage clad only in my black workout
shorts, flexing my 16 inch biceps and 45 inch pecs, along with a solid six
pack, to the cheers of the girls. I won the trophy easily and while not quite
as beefy or strong as our school's biggest linebackers, easily had the best
physique in school. I had done a few boxing matches for fun against some local
jocks my age and was still undefeated and had done some wrestling as well.
Coupled with a pretty handsome face to go along with my dark brown hair and
eyes, I was the total package for my age and kind reveled in it. I tried to
stay humble though and was always very respectful when I did lift weights in
the day with the local bodybuilders around and giving me tips. I was also a
big wrestling fan and some of them always wanted to wrestle me, but I knew I
wasn't big, skilled or strong enough to take on the big guys.

I adjusted my blue workout shorts, clad only in that and a red sleeveless
T-shirt and looked at the clock, which read 8:00pm and loaded up the bench to
275 lbs of mass, for what was going to be a heavy set for my thick pecs.
Before I did I glanced at the poster I kept on the wall next to the bar for
inspiration. It was my ultimate dream babe, the WWF Women's champion and blond
bombshell Trish Stratus. I had started pumping iron the same time that Trish
entered wrestling, she was to me, the epitome of gorgeous female beauty, my
fantasy woman. And I was psyched because I had bought a front row ticket to
Monday Night Raw, which was coming to our town the next night and hoped to see
Trish in action.

I sat down on the bench and took a deep breath. Before I gripped the iron
weight I heard the door open. Darn, must have forgotten to lock the door.
Either that or one of the gym's employees must be coming in. I figured I could
do my set, and then check on it. Taking another breath I gripped the iron bar
and slowly lowered it to chest level. This was heavy weight without a spotter
but I was feeling strong and confident as I began to crank out reps, going
past 10 and then hearing some applause. I was confused but finished the set at
20, a personal best and sat up. And saw the most amazing sight of my young
life.

There standing in front of me, a gym bag over her slender shoulder, was my
fantasy come to reality. The hottest woman on the planet, blond Canadian
bombshell Trish Stratus was standing about ten feet away from me. As gorgeous
as she was on TV and in magazines, they didn't do her beauty justice. Her big
gorgeous brown eyes seemed to light up with life and energy. Her full ruby red
sensuous lips were the hottest I had ever seen. Her long blond hair flowed
down her back. Even clad in fairly common clothes, a somewhat loose black
T-shirt and black sweatpants she still looked amazing. She was about 5'4 and
125 lbs of babe, and despite her body being covered I had studied every inch
of it in my fantasies over the last few years.

I realized I was just staring and closed my mouth, getting off the bench. "Wow
I am sorry but we don't get many gorgeous, I mean famous celebrities here.
What can I do for you Trish" I asked, sheepish, smitten to be the presence of
my fantasy woman. She smiled at me. "Do you work here" she asked, checking
around for anyone else. "Sort of, my uncle owns the place and he lets me work
out here any time I want". Trish nodded at that and then noticed the poster of
her clad in a white bikini, hair up, on the wall. "You use that help with
motivation when you pump up" Trish asked, raising an eyebrow, the hint of a
smile forming on her luscious mouth.

"Ummm well you see Trish, I mean I don't mean to offend" I stammered not
wanting to disgust or upset her. Trish looked bemused at my comment and
grinned. "What's your name" she asked. I told her and she approached me. "Well
don't feel bad or shy Robbie" she grinned. "I know a lot of guys use me that
way, I don't have a problem with it. If I did I wouldn't pose for all those
pictures. So tell me the truth is that poster here for when you workout" she
asked. I figured I had better come clean and just tell the truth. "Yeah it's
mine Trish. Sometimes when I feel totally spent after a hard workout or can't
find the strength to get that extra weight up, I imagine you there cheering me
on" I admitted, looking down at the floor, suddenly feeling pretty
embarrassed. Trish came up close to me and put her hand on my chin, nudging it
back up. "No need to feel silly about it, actually it looks like it does the
trick pretty well. How old are you Rob". I gave her my real age and she
smiled. "18 huh, and about 180 lbs I bet". I nodded again. "Well you keep
using that poster babe" she smiled. "It looks to be doing a good job".

Sheepish, not sure what I was hearing I asked what she meant. Her eyes went to
my big chest and lit up. "Well it LOOKS like you have a great body but it's
hard to tell with that T-shirt. Why don't you lose it Robbie boy" she asked
with a wicked grin. I could not believe me eyes and tore the shirt off,
revealing my brawny shoulders, thick pecs, and solid six pack abs. "Damn for a
teenager you have a great body, all those gorgeous muscles" she seemed to
almost purr at the sight. "I mean I try real hard Trish, but I'm not as big as
all those wrestlers you know" I admitted. "So humble" she answered, "but
you're only a teenager and it looks all natural and real good. You should be
proud of yourself. Flex a bit for me sweetie" she asked with a smile.

I could feel the bulge in my shorts stirring as I could not believe my ears. I
did as Trish commanded and went into the same posing routine that won me the
school contest as well as a few local junior bodybuilding championships. Trish
clapped and whistled and it was like a dream come true having my fantasy woman
praise my young muscular body. "You uh came to work out here Trish? To get
ready for your match tomorrow" I asked after I finished posing. "Yeah I
usually try to find a gym that's out of the way, you know, get some privacy"
she pointed out. I took the hint. "Sure Trish, well it was awesome meeting
you. I'll be out front if you need anything" I offered as I began to walk past
her. Trish reached out with her hand on my shoulders. To my surprise I felt a
strong grip and could see the muscles in her toned biceps as she turned me
around.

Trish looked down at the bulge in my shorts and grinned. "Who said you had to
leave muscleboy, after all two work out just as well as one" she purred. My
mouth nearly dropped. "Unless you're too tired to work out with the champ" she
asked with a wicked smile. "I would love to Trish" I stammered as she smiled.
I noticed her glance at my growing erection, got a bit red faced and asked if
she wanted to warm up first. Trish gave me a wicked glance and grinned. "Just
give me a few minutes to get ready Robbie" she purred, heading for the
showers. It took her probably only ten minutes but it felt like an eternity as
I breathed heavily, trying but failing to contain the growing erection in my
shorts.

Then she emerged and blew me away a second time. Trish was clad in tight pink
workout booty shorts and a matching sports bra along with black boots and
nothing else. She had her women's championship across her shoulder. Her body
was a masterpiece. I couldn't help myself and took it all in like anyone
teenage boy would. Her legs were strong, with powerful bulging thighs and
shapely calves. I hadn't noticed just how strong and ripped they were on TV.
Her glutes were firm, with shapely muscles and unspoken strength in display.
Her biceps were pumped with baseball muscles bulging out and her stomach was
tight and toned, with a hint of a six pack coming through. Her breasts were
obviously second to none, large, firm and commanding. She looked every inch
the fitness goddess and champion she was.

"You like" she grinned as my hard on grew, resisting the urge to drool. "You
have a girlfriend right now Robbie" she asked with a smile. "Not really a
steady one, there's a few girls in school into me" I said. "mmmm I bet so with
that young hard body of yours" she smiled. I just could not believe my fantasy
woman was there, clad in THAT outfit and flirting with me to boot! "So babe
you wanna work out" she asked with a grin. I just nodded, barely able to talk.
Trish looked around and saw our small boxing ring at the back of the gym.
"Sure Trish let's get started" I nodded, getting into a stretching position.
Trish smiled and slowly approached me, a lustful style to her walk. "We COULD
work out that way" she offered. "But I have a better idea".

"Do you like watching me wrestle" she asked. I quickly replied that I loved
watching her wrestle, it was hot watching her pound the other divas and come
out the winner. "Then how would you like a private wrestling match with the
women's champion" she asked, getting right up to me, looking up, a sultry,
devilish look on her face. "You want to wrestle me Trish" I asked and she
nodded. "I don't know, I mean you're really athletic and you're a good
wrestler on TV" I explained, not wanting to insult her by calling wrestling
fake. "But I've got at least 50 lbs of solid muscle on you and and am pretty
strong for my age. I wrestle a lot of the other guys my age and usually whup
on them good" I pointed out, not wanting to hurt or offend her.

Trish rolled her eyes at that, subtly flexing her arms for me. "Oh babe, you
shouldn't underestimate what a real woman can do, believe me I can handle
myself" she pointed out, folding her arms across her chest. "Tell you what
handsome, let's make it interesting. A 30 minute match, any number of pins or
submissions. And to really entice you, how about a special stipulation, if you
win you can come back to my hotel room tonight" she purred. My eyes bulged out
at that. "What do you mean Trish" and she snickered at me. "You are one
innocent muscleboy. I can tell you have it BAD for me by your shorts. So you
win, and you get to make love with the most gorgeous woman around" she
explained. "Hell yeah I'll do it" I pointed out. "Good boy" she remarked,
giving me a hot view of her firm ass, a little cheek revealed by her too short
booty shots. She looked back and smiled. "by the way just so you know handsome
I'm going to kick your ass. But that nice bulge will be even bigger when I get
through with you" she pointed out, supremely confident. I could only stare as
the gorgeous Miss Stratus strutted to the ring for some action.

She rolled her muscular body into the ring and stood, hopping on her feet,
fists curled and motioning for me to bring it. Realizing she was dead serious
I walked to the ring, trying to figure out exactly how far she was gonna take
this. I didn't want to hurt a girl, and like I said I had at least 50 lbs of
solid muscle on her. I slid under the ropes and got myself standing, waiting
for her to make the first move. "You're so polite Robbie" she said. "I guess
I'm gonna have to start us off. With that Trish ran at me full speed, using
her powerful legs to spring into the air. My eyes went wide as she collided
with my body straight on. The impact of her speed and powerful petite frame
sent us crashing to the mat with her on top of me. I felt a bit stunned and
then saw her gorgeous face snarl as she began to hammer right hands into the
side of my face. I was stunned as this gorgeous fitness babe was pounding the
hell out of me.

After about ten shots, Trish rolled away and motioned for me to get up. "Now
you get this is serious huh honey" she grinned as I staggered up. I was still
a little mad as I got up my face sore as this babe packs a HECK of a punch.
"Aw don't worry I promise not to mess your pretty face up anymore" she
giggled. That kinda got me mad and I bulled in, ducking low to lock up with
her, our fit bodies interlocking as I used my size to muscle her into a
corner. "Good you're not a total pushover" Trish smiled as I kept her trapped.
I balled my hand into a fist, and aimed it square for her taut midsection.
WHAM the punch hit her belly and she doubled over a bit, her sexy mouth formed
into a big OOOO. She looked up at me, a look of battle lust on her face. I
realized this was the serious fight she wanted and aimed another shot for her
abs. This time though she ducked her own hand and blocked the blow, then
stepped to the side and rammed her knee square into my midsection. My hard six
pack deflected some of the blow but I was still a bit stunned. This babe
packed a punch.

Trish slid out of the corner and quickly got behind me. I wasn't used to
wrestling some this small or fast and grunted as she had grabbed my limb and
put me in a hammerlock. Her smaller biceps packed a LOT of power because I was
soon feeling the pain in my arm. Trish had me trapped against the corner. I
swung back with an elbow instinctively but she was too short for it to hit.
Instead she pulled with it, the missed blow caused me to lose balance and I
toppled back to the mat. In flash the Canadian beauty was on me, hooking my
limb into an armbar. She poured on the pressure as she placed a knee square
against my face, rubbing it in as she worked my bicep over.

"You having fun babe" she asked eyeying my still throbbing erection. "yeah you
like a real woman giving it to you. Bet those girls in your school can't do
THIS" she smiled, leaping into the air and DRIVING her knee hard into my
exposed bicep. "YEOOWW" I let out an exclamation of pain and she gave me
another hard knee. I could feel my bicep going a bit numb as Trish asked me if
I wanted to give up. "No way" I roared back. "good, glad to see you aren't a
total pussy" she answered, then released the hold. I tried to scramble away
but she was so fast, and soon her tanned muscular legs wrapped around my
midsection like a python seeking its victim.

I gasped in shock and pain. Trish's thick muscular legs were always a source
of desire and admiration in me and now they were wrapped around my powerful
waist, cutting off my oxygen and making me feel weak and woozy inside. I
grabbed at them with my strong hands and tried to pry them apart but they
didn't budge an inch. "Oh Robbie, you have NO idea how strong my legs are" she
purred as I felt the sweat drip down my forehead. I lay back against the mat,
trying to weather the storm but realized she was draining my strength and
power. "No shame in tapping out babe" she giggled at me. "You want to have
SOME strength left as we have about 20 minutes to go" she pointed out and I
saw the sense of this. "Okay Trish I submit" I yelled, tapping out on the mat.
Trish grinned and gave me one final squeeze, then released the hold and stood.
She put one of those shapely legs on my chest and flexed it for me as my cock
twitched hard against my blue shorts. She licked her lips at that. "oh you
want me bad muscleboy, this is going to be such fun" she laughed a cocky look
on her face.

We got up and Trish gave me a minute to compose myself. As soon as that was
over though she came in and smashed a pair of forearms into my face. To be
honest, neither of those really hurt that much and I grabbed her by the waist,
and using the amateur moves I had been taught by a pal, gave her a fast belly
to belly suplex to the mat. She hit it hard with my muscular body on top and I
pinned her down. "1....2....." I yelled out as she just squeaked a shoulder
up. "good don't let me roll over you" she offered. By now my fighting spirit
was up and I grabbed her blond hair and hauled her up, then spun her behind me
into a full nelson.

Using my muscular upper body and size to slip my arms behind her neck, I
locked the hold in solidly. She moaned in pain as I kept her under control.
"Now it's your turn to submit to the muscleboy Trish" I whispered back, my
hard on just out of control at how into this I was. She purred at that. "Don't
count your chickens before they are hatched babe" she told me as she began to
rub her firm glutes against my hard on. The action was erotic, distracting and
caused me to moan, my eyes rolling in the back of my head with lust. Soon,
almost unconcsiously I released the hold. "You just can't handle me handsome"
she laughed spinning around and going between my legs. My eyes bulged as Trish
showed off surprising strength by hoisting my reasonably big body up and
drilling me to the mat with a powerful bodyslam. OOFF! I felt the wind knocked
out of me, then Trish leaped up and nailed a sharp elbow across my chest.

Now it was her turn to "help" me up with a hairpull and drive my winded body
against the ropes. Stunned I watched as she licked hand sexily and chopped me
across my big pecs. They twitched from the shot, but inches of muscular armor
prevented any real pain. "That the best you got babe" I taunted Trish a bit.
Her eyes lit up with a mix of anger and desire as she grinned. "you want some
more huh" she asked then gave me a series of hard chops across the chest. I
took each one pretty good and shoved her away, roaring like a lion. "Guess my
muscles are a bit too hard for you huh" I laughed. She snickered. "guess so
babe" then WHAMMMMM a hard Chick Kick landed square upside my head. I saw
stars from the blow and wilted to the mat. "No muscles there to help you boy"
she laughed. I lay spread eagled as she came across me and counted me down.
"1.....2.....3" she purred as I lay not moving. "That's 2 falls to zero babe,
you're not doing so well are you handsome" she laughed as I staggered back up.

I waited for her to come at me. Again Trish leaped into the air but this time
rather than shocked I lunged in and met her head on. My hard body rammed into
her smaller one, and I wrapped my muscular arms around her in a bearhug. I
ground away at her back as I twisted her side to side, her blond hair tossing
from side to side as it was her turn to moan whimper. She reached up as if to
poke or rakes my eyes but I really put my young strength into the hold and
backed my face up. Trish screamed in pain as my strength was clearly putting a
hurting on her. Finally she screamed out "I submit" and I released, dropping
her to the mat as she hit it, arching up. I backed up as she looked up at me,
a look of respect and some desire on her gorgeous face.

She bit her lip at the big bulge on my shorts and I felt a surge of lust as I
charged in to finish her off. Trish ducked my clumsy attempt at a clothesline
though and hooked my head with her arm behind and BOOOM drove me square down
to the mat with a reverse neckbreaker. "Aww sweetie did one bearhug make you
think you can beat the champ" she asked with a grin. As I lay stunned I felt
those goddess thighs wrap around my svelte waist again, but this time she was
behind me, her strong biceps cutting into my chin as she locked in a sleeper.
I could feel myself going numb as she sucked the remaining strength out of my
young body. She whispered in my ear "you're all done now muscleboy" she purred
as I felt myself going numb. I struggled, but her grip was solid and her legs
were killers. Slowly I could feel myself going out.

When I came to I was flat on my back. Trish was sitting on my belly, her huge
tits heaving in the pink sports bra, a bitchy cocky smile on her face.
"Welcome back muscleboy, you laid there for ten minutes" she purred. "That
means I win 3 falls to one". I felt that my cock had deflated but it was
beginning to stir again at how hot she looked. She had the championship belt
across her fit shoulder and looked awesome. "You're as strong and tough as you
are hot Trish. We're both winners from where I stand, cause you are the
ultimate goddess" let out, just lost in awe and desire. Trish bit her lip at
that. "Ultimate goddess huh" she grinned looking down at my blue shorts.
Without any warning, she grabbed and tore them down. My eight inch dick sprang
out. She smiled at me. "You're pretty big muscleboy, no steroids for you" she
complimented.

When I nodded she smiled again. "Most of the wrestlers do and are pretty
small, nothing to impress. I have a steady boyfriend at home but sometimes a
girl needs a little action. You do have a hard body and a nice cock" she
smiled. With that she lifted herself off me and grabbed my hand to help me
out. "Let's take a shower boy toy and see where it goes" she grinned as I lay
under her total sexy control