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These stories were originally for sale through BG Enterprises. The descriptions and reference numbers are from BG Newsletters and Flyers. Now at least some will also be available through their member-only site. Not sure if BG Enterprises will still be selling them after their new site is up or not. |
Some of these images were created for various updates of the old Submissions™ website. But, for one reason or another, they were never used. Otheres were made just for fun or to get ideas for The Gym™. Feel free to distribute them but ALWAYS keep the copyright information intact.
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S-393 Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad [From BG Newsletter #61] : "...by the conclusion of the full page preview of the story, Pump, our hero, is now acquainted with the aim of the match he is in. It is a two on one tag team bout designed to cream Pump into grappling submission for the sole amuse and amusement of his two opponents: Turk and rap. In the remaining part of this story you'll see Pump come back time and again only to be short brutally cut down yet once again. and surprise! Leth joins the pair to further reduce Pump to pulp. Pump eventually becomes aware of what that 'familiar smell' is, and by then it is too late. Turk, Rap and Leth all combine to reduce Pump to a bowl of sexually turned-on quivering jelly ready to pop whenever the trio wants, and they ultimately do want. Pump puts out the biggest cum-shot of his career, and it's no wonder after the trio has done to him. Imaginative! inventive! A reading must!" |
©2002 Gregory Gardner |
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S-396 Clean As A Whistle [From BG Newsletter #62] : "...The hero in this story is named Bear, 6', 185#, of tapered steel. he has the muscles for wrestling and the flexibility for karate. having a body with that kind of combination drove both men and women wild. And Bear knew it. Bear has his nickname because of the black hair which covers his flexible white frame. He had been invited for a weekend stay at a house owned by two men he had met at the gym. they challenged him to a match at their home gym. Bear is very impressed by their house. it is 3 floors with a gym on top. One fourth of the gym is one large wrestling room with mats covering the floor and walls. Bear was, however disappointed with Mont and Yale. All he was doing was showing the two goof balls basic moves and combinations. Bear couldn't understand it. both built for competition but they seemed to lack determination. Every move they put on Bear seemed more of a caress than a hold. After the so called "combat" he takes a shower, but has to go all the way to the basement to do it. when he gets to the shower room he is mystified and amazed. the floor receded downward by 2" and is pure white with 8" holes evenly spaced. the floor has the same properties as the wrestling mats upstairs. The water was coming from the ceiling. the temperature is quite pleasant. As the drops of water slide down Bear's body they disappear into the floor holes. Bear then puts both hands on the wall which also had the same type holes on the floor (but smaller) But the walls give into his hands pressure and a strange clear gel oozes out of the holes onto his hands. Bear takes his hands off the wall and slides them together. "It's soap!" says Bear as his hands lather up. It has a bizarre scent though and seems to get warmer the more he rubs his hands. At that point Mont and Yale challenge him to combat right there. Bear thinks it is a bizarre idea but shakes his head in agreement anyway. Mont and Yale's wrestling skills seem to miraculously improve. bear is now at the mercy of Mont and Yale, the water, the soap and is skillfully and brutally squashed and seduced into a frothy and quivering sexual mass. Bear had expected a straightforward workout instead he had become the object of a Sexfight." S-? All Worked Out and Nowhere To Go [For some reason I can't find the newsletter which advertised this story. (Though I do know it is available.)] This story deals with a man who puts himself through a rigorous training session. So much so, he collapses in the wrestling room. With the help of two others there he is carried to the lockerrom. After going into the steam room the wrestler finds out he may need help getting away from his previous helpers. |
©2002 Gregory Gardner |
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S-428 Withering Tights [From BG Newsletter #66] : "...Two handsome, well built, gay 18 year olds: Tom and Chad, challenged two other gay wrestler team-mates named Bolo and Toro for "payback" over how they purposely injured a friend. Toro said they would accept the challenge but by their rules. trunks would be supplied. Both Tom and Chad said no problem. They arrived on the appointed day, wearing tight jeans, even tighter white, t-shirts, exclaiming "Grappler's Extreme". They were given their trunks After both put them on Chad could see why they were chosen. they were a slightly opaque yellow color and were cut in such a way as to outline every nuance of their crotch and rear. Into the ring area they now went. The room was the strangest thing Tom or Chad had ever seen. The walls, ceiling and floor all had the same puce green color with palm sized dark green spirals running through it. A ring stood directly in the center of the room. It wasn't a ring actually but a mat surrounded by ring posts on all four sides. The distance between the ropes and the walls were just enough to give the wrestler rope action without hitting them. the mat was designed with the same material as the wallpaper and the ropes were transparent. only the reflection of the light on them was any clue that they were there. BG is not going to spoil this story for you, but everything about the room, the trunks Tom and Chad are waring, is designed with a plot in mind: to squash, make helpless, humiliate and then sexually have fun with Tom and Chad. how this intricate plot unfolds and the humiliations and frustrations felt by Tom and Chad as it does will have your cocks stiff as steel throughout this whole nicely crafted story. |
Asphalt
Cord
Caged Cotton
Suds |
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S-437 Piledriver [From BG Newsletter #68] : [This story does include a few illustrations.] "...This story finds Mark, part of a crew of four at a construction site, suddenly put in charge. His three co-workers were fuck-ups, did poor work and generally didn't give a shit about doing a good job. they horse played a lot, sometimes dangerously so. They resent Mark big time for not joining their "fun." When mark finds himself alone with the three, a plot is hatched to not only bring Mark down in a fight, but also have fun with him sexually - plus add him to the collection of previously defeated wrestlers-...During this time Mac had the chance to get to his feet and come up from behind. Both of his huge hands grabbed mark's tapered waist. Mac raises the startled man above his head while squeezing his fingers deep into the sides of mark's pelvic region, 'C'mon boy!" Mac yelled while shaking and swinging him back and forth, "Let's see how long you can take it." Mark grabbed the gloved hands but couldn't make the madman release his steel grip. the swinging seemed to intensify the grip as the sun not only heated his exposed chest but also the accumulated sweat in the crotch of his pants. he could feel the unsecured vapor mold the pants around his penis as it began to stiffen at an increasing rate. He was forced to stare into the glowing orb since the pain caused his eyes to open upon it. this partial blinding by the sun hindered all efforts for escape." |
Figures
Backed & Lifted
Website Graphic The 1998 revision of the Submissions™ website used this image. I thought it was too good to just bury it. |
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Around 1990 I had two dreams which were...well...odd. I wrote them down and thought you might find it interesting. Dream #1 I thought you might find a dream I had a few nights ago very interesting… I was standing in a basement room. The floor was covered with wrestling mats. Grunting and groaning nude on the mat was Andrew Stevens battling Andrew Shue. The referee was Aaron Spelling. As the wrestlers embraced each other they would call out quotations from various books and the other had to guess the title and the author. This grew quite boring after awhile so I went into the hallway and looked into another room. Another wrestling match was taking place between t-back clad Rush Limbaugh and Howard Stern with Dr. Joyce Brothers as referee. Every so often Rush would complain that this was a freestyle match and Stern was being too rough. Howard would then state it was his constitutional right to grab a fat slob by the balls if he wanted to. Dr. Joyce stated that if they didn't stop complaining she would burn their trunks. Rush then said in Howards case it would be a pretty small fire. Howard quickly attacks Rush, puts him in a headlock and starts to give him "Nixon Noogies." This also bored me so I went to see how the two Andrews were doing. Shue was just getting up from the mat and stated, "I lost." Stevens smirked as he fiddled with the felt tip marker he used to cover Shue's body with the complete text from Jackie Collin's latest book. Aaron Spelling had Shue do a complete turn and commented that chapter ten was longer than he originally thought. While leaving the room Shue took the pen from Stevens and said to me, "Now I have to walk around the block ten times offering people the chance to edit me." I go down the hallway to a room where a cartoon was playing on TV. Sitting down on the couch I am shocked to see it is a pro-oil match between the Little Dutch Boy and Buster Brown (with Tig in his corner). I watched in utter confusion as the ref, Koko the Clown, kept throwing Tig out of the ring and onto the announcer's head. (This made the announcer nervous since he was also nude and it was that "head" Tig was landing on.) Dr. Brothers joined me on the couch stating that Limbaugh won using his "Reagan Ramrod." I cringe at the thought. Asking what punishment Stern would have to endure she states he has to give Limbaugh a blow job while listening to "Tammy Faye's Greatest Hits." Stern comes into the room saying that he would only do it if Rush would wear a condom. "I have a single one right here," says Betty Furness suddenly appearing from out of the kitchen. She pulls at the small plastic package trying to open it. While struggling she coyly smiles at us and explains the special features these new and improved condoms have. Seeing that this is getting nowhere Stern grabs it, easily rips it open, throws the wrapper over his shoulder, and walks away exclaiming, "You're hopeless." Looking back at the TV I told Dr. Joyce the cartoon was disgusting since both characters were under the age of consent. She laughed and said both of them were really over the age of fifty, Buster Brown had already had several failed marriages, and the Little Dutch Boy will be on Court TV next week because he put his finger where it didn't belong. We then both hear crying from behind us and see Andrew Shue sobbing in the arms of Andrew Stevens. Stevens caresses Shue's hair while asking, "What's wrong, no one would edit you?" "Just one," Shue said still sobbing, "He pulled out a switch blade and wanted to cut off Chapter 10!!!!" Shue then buried his tear soaked face into Stevens chest and whimpered, "Everyone else just wanted to wait for the made-for-TV movie!" Rush comes strutting out with a big grin on his face and states that all Shue needs is a stiff drink. Shue raises his head, wipes the tears from his eyes, and reminds Rush that he doesn't drink hard alcohol, he's too innocent. Furness says, "How about a nice glass of lemonade. There's some in the fridge." Rush says, "Yeah, right. I heard how well you did with the condom package. Haven't gotten any better with age have we?" Betty retaliates by stating if he didn't apologize immediately she'd have him spread eagle in the wrestling room where she would use a table leg and a whole container of Crisco, and by hook or by crook she'd get something open!… This is when I finally woke up in a cold sweat... |
Late Night Practice
Mounting Pressure
People Who Live in Glass Mat Rooms Shouldn't Throw Wrestlers
Endurance 101 |
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Dream #2
I had another dream yesterday… I was using sandpaper on a balance beam I was sitting on. For some reason it was in my garage and it was a bright and sunny day. There was a couch in the garage and sitting there was someone I didn't know. Several people were about giving me the impression that the place was a fraternity. He started to joke about how erotic my sanding was. I told him if he didn't shut up I would give him the business end of this sandpaper. He cringed and stated that I was being crueler than the gardner was to him when he made joking comments about his weed wacker. All of a sudden a mail truck arrived and jumping out of the back was a nude Andrew Shue covered with writing for head to toe. He walks into the garage and knocks on the door leading to the inside of the house. A man answers the door and lets him in. "Was that a 'mail' truck or a 'male truck'?" I asked while looking at the person on the coach, "What is he, Dial-A-Stud." "No," the man replied, "Book-Of-The-Month." Several thoughts then flashed through my mind. I wondered what kind of first-purchase gift they would offer and how much they would charge for a complete, unabridged encyclopedia. I denounced the last notion when I considered that the postage and handling on 28 men @ 165 pounds each was way beyond my budget. Andrew Shue and his host came out of the house and started running down the driveway. Both me and my conversation partner went after them. All of us stopped before a huge van which had clear plastic instead of metal walls. Inside were about twenty well built men all covered with various forms of literature. My friend looked at me and asked, "Meat wagon?" "No," I replied, "Bookmobile." We all jumped into the back and looked around. The driver joined us and explained who each stud was… Blonde haired stud with diamond chip earring - Romance Blonde haired stud with two earrings - Gay Romance Blonde haired stud with two earrings and matching purse - Cross-Dressing Romance Man looking like a pirate - Adventure Man looking like Rambo - Action/Adventure Man looking like William F. Buckley - Little Action/ No Adventure Man with hands over face Gangster-Turned-Snitch Stories Man with hands over crotch Short Stories Man with hands over huge penis at least fifteen inches long Science Fiction Stories At this point I woke up to find myself still at the university looking through a book about the Maplethorpe photos. A young man no older than 17 years old who worked for the library tried to place a book back on the top shelf but was too short. When he did so his tucked-in t-shirt pulled out of his pants displaying a nice row of abdominal muscles. He looked over to me and noticed which book I was reading and motioned with the book and said, "Please, could you help me." I don't think I ever wanted to help someone as quickly as I did then. (It had been a long time since I "helped" anyone.) I knew I was doomed when I took the book from him and read the cover. "Doing Time in a Maximum Security Jail by Jonathan Bates." (Or more simply by reading the last word of the title and the last name of the author which were interestingly enough directly on top of one another, "Jail Bates.") I looked at him, smiled, placed the book on the shelf, and walked away. As I did he stated, "Uh, I have several books at home that need the same attention." Without turning I replied, "Only if they're old and have both front and back covers already torn off." |
