Brian Anderson was not a pedophile. He had no sexual interest at all in children. He did, however, know several pedophiles, both through chance personal contact and professionally through his research for his psychology thesis. So he knew how the mind of a pedophile worked, and he knew what drove them, particularly what would drive them toward stronger and stronger perversions.

Brian was also a single father. His wife had left three years before, and when she had filed for divorce, she had asked for custody of the three children from marriage. The court had decided, however, that she was not fit since she had left them in the first place, and had only gotten back into contact six months later to get the divorce so that she could remarry. She had eventually cut off all contact with not only Brian but with her daughters as well.

Brian tried to be the best father possible to his girls. He taught them right from wrong, and he stayed involved in their lives. He even took time to take his middle daughter to the mall, a two and a half hour drive, when she wanted some new clothes.

He was also strict in some areas. And he did want his children to be responsible, independent, and sociable. So when he had the opportunity to take his eleven-year-old daughter Anna to a group where she could learn some wrestling, he enjoyed the opportunity, even though he knew that his friend Ernie, and his friends, would be looking at his daughter sexually. Being looked at would not hurt her too much.

When Brian had found out that his daughter wold be naked while wrestling with the other children, he had actually had some reservations. He had been tempted to leave and not embarrass his daughter. He loved her, after all. But he also did not want her to be ashamed of her body, since he felt that was a psychological defect. So his desire for her to become comfortable with herself and her budding sexuality, and his curiosity about her reaction and the reactions of the other children, had overpowered his protective instincts as a father. And when he had seen and fully realized the depths to which the other fathers were quickly sinking, he had immediately seen a way to take advantage of it.

Brian was a very successful businessman. His investments and startups had done well. And he knew how to make a buck off of almost anything. He was unscrupulous in business sometimes, and willing to exploit others for profit. So even knowing what a dangerous thing the men in the wrestling club were doing, and even knowing the damage that their activities could lead to in the lives of children, Brian was willing to make money off of it f he could. After all, pedophiles were going to harm children anyway, he knew that from studying psychology. So if kids were going to get hurt, Brina might as well get a cut of it.

That was what led Brian to invite the fathers he had met that day to a small bar that he owned. The bar was about halfway between the towns where he lived and where the other men lived. Brian had called his bartender and told her to reserve the back room for him that evening and there he waited fro the fathers to arrive. He knew from his experiences with pedophiles that they would all be there to hear what he had to say. If he wanted to, he could lead them into a trap and have them arrested fro what they were doing at Bill's house on the weekend, but there was no money in that.

Bill, the wrestling coach, and the five fathers arrived a few minutes early, eager to hear what Brian was going to suggest. No one had trouble finding the bar. It was kind of in the middle of nowhere, which was why it was small. Brian kept it because it was a great place to get away, especially now that his oldest daughter, Daisy, was old enough to babysit her sisters.

"Welcome to my bar, everyone," Brain began, once everyone was seated with a beer. "Now, I know why you all are doing your little wrestling events. You can say that you want your kids to get better, and I'm sure that's true to a point. But you also all want to see them wrestling around naked. I know that's what you're going for, even if you didn't originally plan it that way.

"I'll leave alone, for now, how much trouble you guys are in if you get caught. Especially since the proposal I have for you would get me in just as deep, if not deeper. Now, as Ernie will tell you, I'm not a pedophile. But I know a good business opportunity when I see one, and you guys have a good one, whether you knew it or not.

"There are a lot of pedophiles in the world; hell, there are a lot fo them just in this state. Some of them are pretty well off. And some of them would pay to see what you guys are doing."

"Wait, if you're going to suggest bringing people like that into my house, to watch the kids wrestle, your nuts," Bill said.

"No, I didn't think you would want to take that kind of risk. And some of you might not want to expose your own kids to so many people, and that's up to you. But I know how to network with some of these people, and I could get a lot of them to bring their own kids to participate, too. And no, we wouldn't do it at Bill's house. It's too high profile for one thing. And it might turn out to not be big enough.

"I have a barn about two miles from here, though. It's really nice inside, with a lot of space. I can put in good wrestling mats, seating, and some facilities, and we could use that to do something like what you all are doing on your own. But I can be a whole lot bigger, we can get more people involved, and we can make a lot of money off admissions, entry fees for other children, gambling on it, and maybe more.

"I wouldn't have gotten this idea without you guys, since I don't think of stuff like this, so I'm willing to let you in. But it will be all-or-nothing. You want to participate, you help out and you take the same risks. And you help me find other participants as much as you can. If you don't want to put your own kids in, then you better find someone who will."

The fathers around the room were astonished at what Brian had proposed. As he had said, there was massive risk involved. And since he wasn't even interested in children, it seemed a much bigger risk for him, since he would not get sexual pleasure out of if. All of the fathers wanted to do it, of course, but there seemed a myriad of problems with even getting started.

Bert was the first to say, "I'm in. And Linda is absolutely in." Bert was extremely turned on by the idea of other men being able to see and watch his young daughter with whom he had so much pleasure. The fact that she wouldn't want to do it made him even hotter.

"It sounds good," Pete said. "We will need rules for what goes on, though. Our kids are all in wrestling, but not many kids actually are. If we're going to invite others, then we're going to get a lot of different kinds of behaviors and techniques. It won't turn out to be just wrestling." Pete had been the first one to come to that realization. He loved the idea of watching a lot of children wrestle, but he had realized very quickly that very few parents had their kids in wrestling programs. A lot of different children would mean a lot of different upbringings and a lot of different attitudes.

"We'd get a lot of people who were in it for different reasons and who had different ideas of what they wanted and what was acceptable, too," David pointed out, catching on to Pete's thought process. "We might have to split things up into different classes and events. It could get really big."

"The idea is for it to get big," Brian said. "That's how you make money. If you want rules and different events, and different weight classes and all sorts of things, you'll have to work them out yourselves. But you have to let me know who is in and who is not. Bert said he's in, so how about the rest of you?"

"I'm in, once we come up with some rules and guidelines," Pete said. Ernie and Nathan both agreed with him immediately.

David and John looked at each other. That was everyone except them. They had started their kids in wrestling only a few months ago, just to see them in wrestling outfits. Things had moved a lot more quickly than either of them could have anticipated. They were both very hesitant, knowing how quickly they had sunk from their previous attitudes. But they both wanted to see more, now that they had started.

"I'll do it if the rules work," John finally said.

"Me too," David agreed.

"Okay, you two write up a set of rules and bring them to us, and we'll go over them and see what we think," Bert said. He didn't really care about the rules, he could do whatever he wanted in his own home. He did want the event center that Brian was proposing to become a reality, though, so he determined to help devise rules that everyone could live with.

David and John stayed up most of that night debating each other and writing up a list of rules. They wanted to be able to keep their children from being hurt, since as Pete had pointed out there could be many different children with many different ways of fighting and wrestling. But they knew that not all parents would be so worried about children getting hurt. For one thing, kids got hurt anyway, it was just one of the things they did. For another thing, some parents just wouldn't care. There might even be one or two, or more, who would actually want to see their children hurt, or at least in pain. John remembered, and told David about, some videos he had come across where a father abused his daughter and couldn't even maintain an erection unless he was causing her pain.

When David and John presented the rules they had come up with to the other men the next day, everyone agreed they had done a good job. They had enough different classifications, it seemed, to satisfy every taste, and there were enough rules to keep kids as safe as they could be in the situations they would be in.

"I do want to add one thing," Nathan told them. "It's not really about the fighting itself, but it's about the people who come. No cameras allowed. We can't risk someone taking a picture of one of us, or of pictures of our kids getting out and being recognized by someone."

"That's a good point," Pete said, and Brian agreed. He promised to put up a sign to that effect on the barn, so that everyone would be reminded of it as they entered.

"I will have a video camera at the entrance, though," Brian said. It will be hidden so that no one knows about it until it's too late. I want to make sure that I get every person entering on film, and then let them know afterwards, in case they think about turning us in."

"Also a very good idea," David agreed.

None of the kids had objected to stripping down to their underwear to wrestle that day, and Anna had worn a pair. Brian's other two daughters were there, too, and since they were the only complete novices, they were being shown some moves by others. The fathers watched the almost naked children with lust. They all noticed that after the day before, all the children seemed more comfortable wrestling with each other in only underwear. That fact made the men even more horny, as they watched nipples being rubbed as hands moved, and hands landing right on top of panties and briefs, directly on top of the young combatants genitals.

John mentioned to the other men that it would also now be less of a challenge to get them going in the Wrestling Club, as it had been dubbed, and to get them to wrestle naked with other children. While it seemed a valid point, no one expected it to be easy to make their kids participate in the events that were already being planned.

"Okay, so next Sunday at my place," Brian said. "I will email directions to all of you. And if I get a chance, I'll let you know if anyone else is coming. I'm going to contact a few people when I get home. I'd like to make it earlier in the day, though, so that we have time for several separate matches."

After discussing it, the men decided that everyone except Nathan, who knew that he could not get out of going to church, would meet at the barn at eight thirty. Pete assured everyone that he and his kids could skip church, and maybe even get out of going altogether in the future. Pete's wife was not really all that religious anyway, and if she actually did insist, he would just make them go to a Saturday night or Wednesday service. Nathan told everyone he would be able to come straight from church, so he would be there by eleven.

During all of the discussion between the fathers, their children had continued their wrestling practice. Watching, the horny men could see that the children no longer had a problem being in their underwear. They seemed to all be having fun, and when hands or fingers connected with a nipple or slid accidentally into a pair of underwear, no one complained.

Pete, especially, was glad for that. It would make the next week a tiny bit easier. Under the rules that had been drawn up for a simple match, which was what most of the kids would be in, a child could not win a match unless their opponent was completely nude, which would mean all the children learning to pull, or rip, the underwear off the child they were wrestling with. Everyone had heartily endorsed that rule, as it would mean even more smooth, hairless flesh exposed to their gaze. They were guaranteed to see many young genitals, and embarrassed faces to go with them.

Brian was true to his word. As soon as he got back to his house, he emailed eleven of the most perverted men he knew from his time in school and as a counselor. They had a total of thirty-three children, although some of the kids were older than anyone in the group would be interested in. He got quick responses from all of them, saying they loved the idea and would definitely be there. The RSVPs promised twenty-seven more competitors. There would probably not be time for all the matches in one day, but they could make a schedule.

The whole endeavor was actually much larger than even Brian had expected. And with each of the eleven men he had emailed agreeing to an entrance fee of five hundred dollars per child, it would be lucrative form the very beginning.