MILITARY SCHOOL WRESTLING TRY-OUT
(Mixed wrestling)

By Artaeus

The Northfield Military Academy was holding its annual try-outs for the wrestling team. All cadets interested in making the team had to participate even though they were members the previous year. This served a double purpose. It reaffirmed that last year’s members had kept in shape and still had the desire to win and at the same time filled the weight classes that the team had to wrestle. Though Jim had been on the team last year he had no doubts about his ability but he was unhappy. It was his misfortune to be picked to pair off with a female cadet that insisted on being allowed to try out. Though the school was 90% male the athletic department knew well that if they did not give the female cadet the chance there might be a bias suit charged against them so they relented. Thus if was that Karen waited her turn to go to the mat to see if she could make the team. And Jim thus had to wait for the dubious job of seeing that she didn’t.

As the pairings proceeded and Jim got closer and closer to his match with Karen he began to get nervous. Not that he was worried about beating her – no chance of that – or was there? What if by some fluke she was able to beat him. How could he face the rest of the squad? And even if the other guys didn’t haze him should be lose, his reputation would go ahead of him all season and every rival wrestler he had to face as the guy that got beaten by a female. He became so jittery that he had to get up and go to the water cooler just to be alone. By this time he was not sure that he would be able to walk out on the mat when the time came. His mind was in such an uproar that he didn’t hear the coach when he shouted “Jim, c’mon, your match”.

Somehow he got onto the mat and the referee reminded both of them about quick off-the-mat breaks when he called for them, about forbidden holds, riding time, etc. This allowed Jim a few precious minutes to calm down. When the ref finally gave the signal to wrestle Jim was ready. As Jim looked across at Karen he could see that she was definitely a female. Even though she wore a sports bra and singlet her torso was all female – great looking thighs, strong hips, nice looking legs, and flat stomach. Her hair was held tight in the headgear so he could not tell how much hair she had. Jim moved in immediately and was caught in a headlock and hip flipped to the mat before he knew what hit him. Nor had Karen released the headlock when they hit the mat together. Jim tried instantly to break free but found himself in a trap of steel. He then tried an escape maneuver that had always stood him in good stead only to be countered and caught in a guillotine before he had half finished the move. In desperation he tried to brute strength himself out of the predicament and thus left himself vulnerable to a shift by Karen that had him locked into a grapevine with his shoulders flat on the mat and immobile. He heard the slap of the ref against the mat and knew that he had lost – just like that. Jim was humiliated. And even though the academy was a college level and all participants were adults this didn’t help
Jim’s embarrassment as he lay on the mat, it just made it that much worse.

But just as he expected humiliation to be heaped on him from his teammates he was saved by the bell – the bell being a false fire alarm bell that cleared the gym – and when everyone else went back after the all clear Jim was not among them. The following day Jim caught up with Karen before military history class and cornered her. “You humiliated me before the guys” he began “and it wasn’t fair. I was jittery and thrown off balance by you being a girl” he continued. “Aw, come off it Jim” Karen replied “I beat you fair and square”. But when she saw that Jim was not buying this she said “if you don’t want to believe that I can beat you, how about a private match – no holds barred until one of us admits defeat”. Jim stared at her, almost in disbelief – she was giving him the chance to regain his esteem – maybe not before the guys but at least for his own manhood. He looked at her hard and could tell she was not joking. It only took him another few moments to take her up on it and set the meeting for the next day in a private wrestling practice room that could be locked.

As Jim entered the practice room the following afternoon Karen was already there. He immediately noticed that she wore only tight fitting gym shorts and a T-shirt that did nothing to hide the fact that she wore no bra. So, she plans to use her feminine charms on me does she, thought Jim. Well that was ok because he was not nervous now or before other people and therefore could enjoy the sexual contact while he beat her. He himself was just as casual as she was in that he had on only his short bathing suit with the jock lining. A quick review of what they had agreed upon the day before affirming that they had not changed – to a submission or where one could not continue. “Ready” Jim said. “Ready” Karen replied. They immediately started to stalk each other around the mat for about a half minute and then Jim executed a good takedown. But as he went to maneuver into the hold he planned to use he found his head suddenly engulfed with Karen’s thighs. Karen’s move had been quick and devastating. For the first few seconds Jim struggled uselessly before being able to wrench himself loose.

Jim instantly learned a lesson. Though he had escaped he was not free to attack. Even before his instincts triggered one of his moves Karen hand landed on him and stretched him out in a brutal grapevine. Jim’s body was spread-eagled out with his legs split wide, trapped by her muscular legs, his middle torso pressed hard into the mat with hers, his head locked in a head hold, and his chest rammed with her magnificent breasts. He was flat on his back only two minutes into the match - this wasn’t working out as he had planned. He strained with everything he had but he could not budge her. His crotch began to hurt as she spread his legs further and further apart. His head was then released from the first hold only to be smothered between her breasts as she pushed her chest up higher. It looked as if he would have to submit or be stretched to the limit or suffocated with the tit smother. But before he could groan out his submission she broke the hold completely. He was stunned and confused; she had him in a brutal, inescapable hold that would have given her the submission but she had given it up. But if Jim was puzzled, Karen knew exactly what she was doing. He had suggested that it was her sex and not her skill that had beaten him the first time. So to pay him back for that she had decided to thoroughly beat and humiliate him not only by defeating him with her skill but also with her sex. He lay on the mat gasping for air and contemplating his good fortune. But what he didn’t know was that Karen not only wanted to beat him with skill but with her sex too.
Therefore he was stunned anew to see Karen rip off her T-shirt and shorts leaving her totally naked. What he saw was also stunning to his senses. She had a luscious crotch, flat groin, beautiful pubic hairs, and higher up two of the most succulent tits he had ever seen. The vision of her standing there before him froze him in place. “What you have been through yesterday and so far today is nothing to what I am going to do to you now” Karen said moving toward him. Jim for an instant thought to scramble away but he remained immobilized by the naked body about to attack him. Karen didn’t give a damn if Jim was too stunned to move – this was his entire fault, not hers, and he was going to pay for it.

She threw herself on him and quickly snapped her thighs around his head, burying his face deep in her crotch. Jim finally snapped out of his mesmerized state and tried to escape. He arched up,’ twisted, and thrashed about, but to no avail as Karen’s thighs held him brutally captive. Karen then suddenly released the hold and faster than a striking snake swiveled around to cover his body and secure him in another grapevine. But this time in the grapevine Jim found himself stretched to the mat with a hot, naked body, while his face was smothered this time with luscious naked tits. And to add to his predicament he felt his manhood rising in passion to this close contact. Karen held him stretched and smothered for about 5 minutes while Jim writhed about underneath her.

But Jim’s troubles and humiliation were far from over as Karen repertoire of holds was extensive and she proceeded to use just about every one of them on Jim: body scissors, move head scissors, a full nelson that led to a nelson/scissor combo, a double hammer lock, a full body press, a leg split, a crab hold, another guillotine, and finally another brutal grapevine. At least three times while Jim was in the right position for it Karen reached down and into Jim’s shorts and clamped a steel vised hand on what bulged there. By this time Jim was worn out, battered, punished, humiliated, and as limp as a rag doll. It was then that Karen straddled his body and brought her crotch down directly on his face smothering him with her hot, naked flesh and erotically charged cunt. Jim gave a few feeble attempts to resist but finally lay exhausted and nearly lifeless. Karen remained seated on his face, working it over, until she had satisfied what had built up inside her. She then got up, collected her shorts and T-shirt, and threw the door key onto Jim’s all but unconscious body, leaving him there stretched out in humiliation and defeat on the mat. From then on Jim was always supportive of her on the wrestling team.

Did Jim and Karen ever wrestle each other again? Yes they did, but that is another story.

The End