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Subject: {ASSM} The Assignment (F/m,m, teen, wrestling, humiliation)
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The Assignment (F/m,m, teen, wrestling, humiliation)
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by Jari 
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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer. The following story is purely a work of
fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18,
stop reading now. This story contains sexual behavior. If you are
offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a
fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely
coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting
from reading this work. Copyright 2003, the author.
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"And Jimmy, you can work with Allen for this assignment." Miss Jones,
the teacher of English literature, concluded her task of forming teams
for the next project. I sighed. "But...Miss Jones.." I tried in vain
to catch her attention to avoid the inevitable, but she was already
busy explaining to the class how the assignment had to be approached
and what was expected of each team. I glanced at Allen, who was
sitting two rows before me. He was obviously paying no attention at
all to what Miss Jones was telling. As usual he was trying to catch
the attention of Marjorie, the girl with the biggest boobs of the
whole school. I sighed again. This was shit. This meant that I not
only had to work with the guy I hated most of all of my classmates,
but also that I would have to explain everything to him after school
again and probably would end up having to do all of the work of the
assignment on my own too.

Would I perhaps have forgotten why I disliked Allen so much, it now
came immediately back again to me: he was always trying to avoid
tasks, hardly ever did any homework at all and expected that you
always let him copy yours! And took it all for granted without showing
any gratitude at all. I just hated the guy! Deep down I also knew that
the fact that he came from a very rich household and therefore
undoubtedly would easily find his way in life, while I, being very
poor, would probably have to work very hard in life to come at nothing
in the end also played a role in my disliking. Adding up to all this
was that he was not only rather good-looking but also very athletic
and outstanding in all kinds of sports, all of which I wasn't, so I
was also jealous as hell.

"Oh, I see," Allen said and tossed his long blond hairs backwards, but
I knew he didn't see at all what our task was. "Maybe it is best that
we go to my place then, and see what we can work out together." I must
admit that the invitation to go to his home sounded really attractive
in my ears. I had only once seen his house from the outside when my
dad and I were passing by in our car, and I remembered it had looked
impressive. So I agreed to meet Allen after school and go to his place
together. I phoned my mom that I would be home later because of some
schoolwork and when school was over I waited for Allen at the fence. I
waited and waited but no Allen turned up. I sighed. Although I had
told myself that I would make the best of our cooperation for this
assignment, this was definitely not a good beginning. I placed my bike
against the fence and walked back to the bike shed to find out what
kept him.

When I turned around the corner and looked into the deserted shed I
soon saw what kept him. Marjorie again! She was leaning with her back
against the wall and Allen was pressing his fourteen-year-old body
against hers. I could see that his left hand was cupping one of her
big boobs and that he was slowly massaging it. I instantly became very
hard in my trousers. I gritted my teeth and turned away. I had, as I
suppose every boy in our class or even school, a HUGE crush for
Marjorie, but I had never been more than air for her. So many times I
had spent my semen at night with her boobs before my eyes, and now
Allen was actually holding them in his hands. I felt my eyes pricking,
but did not want to cry. So I just kicked my right foot very hard
against the wooden wall of the shed. This made an unexpected loud
noise, which caused the two lovers to break up. Allen stuck his head
out of the shed and looked around.

"Oh, it is you," he said, at the same time happy that I wasn't a
teacher and disappointed that he had to have give up moulding
Marjories tit for nothing. "Ah, the assignment," he muttered when I
had explained once more to him why I was there in the first place.
"Yes, let's go then and have it over with. Wait a moment please." He
turned around and disappeared in the shed again, obviously to say
goodbye to Marjorie. That also took a while and when I peeped around
the corner to see what kept him this time, I saw that the two were at
it again. This time Marjorie was slowly squeezing and rubbing his
manlihood through his trousers. I saw Allen squirming under her able
hands. His mouth stood open and I could almost hear him panting. I got
so angry I shouted out to him: "Hey, Allen, are you coming or what?"
which was obviously not the smartest remark to make at the time. He
turned his red face to me and shouted back: "I'm coming, I'm coming."
This broke the sexual tension. Marjorie started to laugh and soon
Allen followed. I too could not help myself from joining in and so the
party broke up. I saw the two lovers whispering some goodbye to each
other and then Allen and I went to his house.

When we rode on our bikes next to each other I kept throwing glances
at Allen's crotch. The bulge in his pants clearly indicated that his
thoughts were still with Marjorie. "Do you like her much?" I heard
myself asking him. He smiled without looking at me. "Oh, well, I
suppose so. She can be quite a bitch sometimes, you know, but you can
have lots of fun with her." His smile went even broader when evidently
memories of the fun he had had with Marjorie came back to him. "Do you
know her?" he suddenly asked me. "No, not really," I answered and for
some reason I went all red in my face. "I could introduce you to her,
if you like." I kept silent. Although that was what I wanted most of
all in the world, somehow I knew that Allen did not meant what he
said. Why would he introduce me to his girlfriend? I certainly would
not introduce any other boy to her if she happened to be my girlfriend
(oh, sweet fantasy). It was just one of his ways to bind me to him as
long as the assignment had to be made. I knew beforehand that right
after we would have finished, I would no longer be of any interest to
him.

As said before, the house where he lived was very impressive. A large
white building which seems to stretch itself in all directions,
surrounded by endless green gardens. I entered the hall, which was
about the size of our own livingroom, with awe. "And you are...?" I
felt how Allen's mother checked me out. She obviously was not very
impressed with what she saw. "Ah Jimmy West. Hmm. West... West." My
family name didn't ring a bell. "Does your father own that ..?" But
before she could go on I interrupted her, "my father owns nothing,
ma'am," and looked at the floor. I almost had added  'and we are very
poor', but luckily she went on: "ah, right, so, you two just go
upstairs and I will have some tea brought up." I followed Allen up the
stairs to his room, my cheeks all red from shame.

I say 'room' but actually Allen had several rooms to his disposal: one
to sleep in, one for studying and one to relax. I was granted a quick
view into this last room and was impressed by the big widescreen tele
and the state-of-the-art PC with all kinds of additional devices he
kept in there. We went of course into his study. He threw himself on a
sofa in the corner, folded his hands behind his head and just laid
there on his back, looking up at the ceiling, smiling. I became
impatient and wanted to go on with our school task. So I asked, "what
are we waiting for?" "Marjorie," was the unexpected answer.
"Marjorie?" I asked frowning, "is she coming here then?" "Yes, I made
a quick arrangement with her when we said goodbye. I assumed you would
like to meet her." "Well.. yes," I hesitated. I was dying to meet
Marjorie but somehow I knew there was some hidden agenda here which I
had no part in. "But we can start with the assignment as long as she
isn't here," said Allen and pushed him self up.

For a while we worked at our task. That is to say: I worked and Allen
copied everything I said and threw in comments like 'Yes of course',
'very good', 'I see', and so on. Then the doorbell rang and after some
time we heard light footsteps approaching our room. Allen smiled and
stood up. "That will be Marjorie." He opened the door and there she
stood, holding a tray with cups and a small teapot in her hands. "Hi
darling, your mom asked me to bring this along," she said and entered
the room. She put the tray on a small table in the corner and turned
around. Her presence filled the room with an air of excitement. She
wore a white t-shirt, which was stuck in very tight jeans. On her feet
she wore very small white socks and white shoes. I thought she was the
most divine and sexy creature on earth. I felt my dick swelling in my
pants, and turned around with a red face, hoping she had not noticed
my embarrassment. But I need not worry, because she didn't even gave a
hint that she had noticed me at all.

"What were you doing, darling?" she laid her arms around Allen's
shoulders and looked behind him at his school stuff which was laid out
on the desk. "Well, I was making my assignment for English
literature," he said. "By the way, this is Jim." He waved his hand at
me. Marjorie didn't even look at me, but pressed her lips on Allen's
mouth. They kissed passionately for a while, their tongues probing
each other's mouths. They seemed to have forgotten that I also was in
the room as their hands started to roam over each other's body.
Although I felt rather embarrassed and out of place, I also became
very excited watching Allen's hands touching Marjorie's body all over.
When he started to grope her big boobs again, I felt obliged to remind
them of my presence and coughed. Without releasing her boobs, Allen
turned his face toward me and said: "Jim, you take some tea if you
like and you can just go on working at the assignment. I will join you
in a minute."

I nodded silently and walked towards the small table to pour myself
some tea. Behind my back I heard how they began making more and more
noises which showed their rising excitement. I turned around, my cup
of tea at my lips and watched. They had laid themselves down on the
sofa by now, Marjorie on her back and Jim sitting beside her. He was
in the process of pulling her shirt over her head. The tea stuck in my
throat at the sight of her ample tits which were barely held back by a
very flimsy black bra. It was all overflowing tit-flesh what I saw. I
became rather excited myself now. I took some more sips of my tea and
stumbled to the desk where we had worked before. I sat down and
pretended to look at the stuff from school again. From the corner of
my eyes I could see the two making love to each other, and how hard I
tried to concentrate myself on my job, my eyes kept on dwelling
towards the exciting view of the two very beautiful teenagers, making
out together.

Marjorie had her hand stuck deep in front of Allen's jeans while he
moulded her tits with both hands. I noticed that Allen's eyes were
tightly closed, while Marjorie watched her partner's face intently to
see what effect she had on him. "Baby... oh yes... that's ... that
feels very good...," he moaned, "maybe we ...should stop... aaahh...
for a moment or I...." He suddenly removed her hand out of his pants
and breathed heavily. "Oops, that was close," he smiled at her. She
removed his shirt and started to unbutton his jeans. When she had
opened it she stuck her hand back in and started to stroke the front
of his boxer shorts again. The bulge that was clearly visible seemed
enormous. After a while her hand disappeared into the fly of his
shorts and came out again holding his proud erection. I could not keep
my eyes from his impressive dick. His massive, white pole was at least
seven inch long and was crowned with a purple knob. It stood straight
up along his belly and throbbed slowly. I had never been much
attracted to boys before, but I had to admit that the sight of this
beautiful teenager in this turned on state aroused me quite a bit. I
switched my attention quickly back to Marjorie again.

Allen was just in the process of freeing her large boobs. He had her
bra pulled away upwards so that it lay on top of her big white
breasts. Her nipples stuck out like acorns. Allen took one of them
between his lips, and sucked on it lightly, which seemed to make it
even bigger. Marjorie sighed deep and looked teasingly at her
boyfriend. She bent over Allen's body and started to slowly lick his
chest. She lingered a while at his small nipples and then went down
with her tongue very slow again, licking his chest and abdomen and
then lower and lower.... my heart jumped in my throat when I realized
that she was on her way to Allen's cock. She didn't hesitate one
moment when her mouth reached the swollen head of it. In one fluent
move she closed her lips around his throbbing member and she started
to suck.

Allen lay on his back, his eyes closed and he moaned softly. But her
treatment of his dick was so stimulating that very soon he began to
groan real loud and started to throw his hips upwards in order to meet
her sucking mouth. His breathing was very deep and then started to get
into an irregular rhythm. The whole room was filled with the erotic
noises of the two lovers, so that I expected each moment his mother to
come in and check what was going on. But it didn't come to that.
Instead I saw the muscles of Allen's abdomen started to contract, he
arched his back and with a loud "oh YESSSS baby" he spurted his seed
into Marjories mouth. Gulf after gulf of cum was thrown out of his
convulsing cock and filled her mouth. She was swallowing very hard to
get rid of the lukewarm stuff, but it kept coming in such abundance
that in the end it spilled out of her mouth and started to drip along
her chin. When in the end his excitement subdued and he lay down,
panting, she looked at him across his rising belly and heaving chest,
smiling, with drops of his seed hanging from her mouth and chin. I
nearly came in my pants by the sheer sight of it.

Finally the two teenagers rested next to each other on the sofa. They
seemed to have forgotten me altogether. "That was fantastic, baby,
really," Allen sighed and bent over and kissed Marjorie lightly on her
lips. "Do you have some life left in you?" she teased him. Obviously
she also wanted to receive the same kind of treatment from him. "Well,
March, to be honest: I'm quite worn out at the moment," he sighed. She
moved her hand towards his already shriveled cock and played a little
with it. As nothing began to stir in her hand and she could see at
Allen's face that he didn't like her treatment right now very much,
she let loose of his useless member. "Ok" she sighed, "I'll wait."
Allen bent over and kissed her once more. "You know I'll make up to
you later this evening," he whispered at her. Then he looked around
and seemed to notice me again. He smiled. "Or maybe you can make use
of Jim in the mean time..." he quickly dived away as she swung a
pillow at him. "You bastard," she yelled at him, "You better give a
good performance this night or.... "

I could not keep my eyes from her swaying boobs and at last she seemed
to notice me. "What are you looking at, you nerd?" she bitched and
pulled her tiny bra back over her breasts. She threw herself back on
the sofa and with a displeased face she started to glance through some
magazines that lay on the table next to it. Allen put his clothes back
in order and smiled at me. "Are you ready?" he dared to ask me. I was
speechless by his brutality. "Not quite," I muttered. "Just go on
then," he said, "I'll join you in a minute." I knew his 'minutes' by
now but decided not to make a fuzz over it. All I wanted at the moment
was finishing the assignment as quickly as possible and getting the
hell out of there.

"Why do you have all these wrestling magazines laying around?" I heard
Marjorie ask Allen. "You don't wrestle, do you?" "No," Allen answered,
"but I am ... interested in the sport." I noticed how he hesitated a
little with his answer. I heard Marjorie flipping through some pages.
Then I heard her laugh. "I see what interests you," she said, "it is
all about women who are wrestling with each other...." she flipped
some more pages, "..and with men. You pervert!" I heard a noise, which
indicated she was hitting him with one of the magazines. "No, really,
Marjorie, you must believe me, I am really interested in
women-wrestling because of the sport," I heard Allen say. I looked
sideways at the bickering pair on the sofa. Marjorie, still looking
gorgeous in her tight jeans and only wearing her black bra, was
looking through one of the magazines again as Allen was sitting next
to her, looking a bit uncomfortable. Marjorie laughed out loud again:
"well, at least you can learn something from these magazines about
girl-power: all the women are beating up the men in it!" Allen smiled
faintly. "Well, you shouldn't believe everything that is in it," he
protested. "Why not?" Marjorie looked really triumphant, "don't you
believe a girl can beat a man or a boy?" Allen looked a bit
sheepishly. "No, not really, boys are stronger than girls, everybody
knows that," he answered.

At that moment I saw Marjories eyes fixing themselves on me and I
started to shiver. I think I knew beforehand what she was up to but
also knew I could do nothing to prevent it. "So you don't think I
could beat him over there?" She obviously meant me with that
belittling remark. I looked up at her, frowning, but dared not speak
to her. I saw how Allen was looking me over, judging whether I was a
match for her. "No," he said at last, "I don't think you can beat Jim
in a regular match." "What if I win?" she asked. I started to protest
because I wasn't even asked whether I would want to fight her, but I
was completely ignored by the two. Allen bent over to her and
whispered something in her ear. Her face brightened. "Ok," she said,
"and if the nerd wins..." she also bent over to Allen and whispered
something in his ear. "But, Marjorie,... " He acted as if he was
shocked by her words, but he obviously liked what he had heard. " Ok,
the bet is on," he said. "Let's make some room in the middle."

He started to move some furniture around. Again I tried to protest but
nobody listened to me. Now that the match seemed inevitable I glanced
at Marjorie to weigh my chances. She was about the same size as I was,
but put probably some more kilos on the balance. Still I was convinced
that I would beat her, knowing that men by nature have stronger
muscles than women. My only worry was how do you go along with a girl
in a fight, where are you supposed to touch her without being accused
of molesting her? And secondly, especially in the case with Marjorie,
how to avoid getting a boner during the fight?

Allen was ready and he had freed a square in the middle of the room
where he had also lain down a soft carpet. He looked at me and said,
"take off your shirt, Jim." I slowly followed his advice and stood a
moment later in one corner of the carpet with a naked upper body,
shivering a bit. "Well," said Allen, rubbing his hands and looking
quite cheerful, "I will act as referee. There are no rules, but you
two should try to avoid damaging each other too much. The one who
makes the other admits that she.. or he (he hastened to add, when he
saw Marjories face).. has lost is the winner." He smirked when he said
this. For him this match between his girlfriend and me obviously was a
treat. And an erotic one probably. For me it was an ordeal. I wanted
to make love with Marjorie, not fight her and probably hurt her in the
process. On top of that: once I had beaten her, she most likely would
not have anything to do with me ever again (if she had wanted that in
the first place anyway, but still... you never know). "Go," Allen
shouted and the match was on.

I looked at my opponent who stood very calm at the other end of the
rug, her hands on her hips, leaning on one leg. I must admit that her
posture impressed me quite a bit. She should look more scared at the
prospect of getting beaten in the next few minutes by me. I made a
move towards her, but she didn't react at all. She was looking
straight into my face, her eyes full of contempt for me, which made me
even uneasier. I decided to get it over and done with and suddenly
jumped at her. My hands groped her body... if her body would still be
at the same place, which it wasn't. With a surprisingly swift movement
she had been able to avoid my outstretched hands and had quickly moved
beside me. The next moment I felt her arm closing around my neck and
she put me in a headlock. I was forced to bent over and found myself
in a very disadvantuous position. My head was closed in between her
arm and her upper body, and I soon found out that I could not free
myself out of her iron-like grip. I got a bit dizzy, both from the
force with which she pressed my head against herself and also by her
sudden proximity. My ear and cheek were pressed close against the skin
of her naked upper body and I could smell her odour, lovely and
exciting as ever and mixed now with a very faint scent of her sweat.

I was forced to just wait in my humiliating position until her next
move. I could hear Allen shouting at me, although from a distance
because both my ears were pressed close. I moved my arms and hands in
vain over her body, not getting any grip on her. Then I felt her
putting more pressure on me and I was forced down to the floor. She
succeeded to land me on my back and she straddled my chest in no time.
Her hands took hold of my wrists and pressed them down on the floor
beside my head. There I lay: in less than a minute this girl had been
able to get me on my back, sit on top of me and pinning me down. I
began to try and get her off of me. I bucked and arched my back, tried
to get my legs behind her, but everything was to no avail. After a
minute or so I was forced to admit that she had me properly submitted.
So I just lay down and waited. Maybe I should add that right from the
beginning of the fight I had had a boner, which surpassed every boner
I had before in my life. I looked at Allen, but luckily for me he
seemed not to notice the obvious bulge in my trousers, as he was too
focussed at the fight itself.

I focussed again on Marjorie and looked up into her face: she was
smiling viciously at me. Her long black hair hang down from her head
and almost touched my face. A very thin layer of sweat sparkled on her
forehead and made her more sexy and desirable than ever. I let my eyes
wander down her body until they came to rest on her heaving breasts. I
nearly fainted when I saw those two magnificent mounds hanging down
(nearly touching my chest!) about 50 cm from my face. I squirmed under
her and tried to release my hands to get a handful of those two
delicious objects. Alas, she only tightened her grip on me. "Do you
admit I am stronger than you?" she asked me. I didn't answer but tried
to turn my head away from her to avoid her commanding eyes. "Look at
me, boy! Do you admit that I am stronger than you?" she asked more
urgently. Again I didn't answer. She turned her head to Allen. "Are
you satisfied that I have beaten your friend over here?" she asked.
Allen smiled. "He has to admit it himself," he answered nastily. That
made her angry and when she looked at me again I got really frightened
by the look she gave me. Strange enough this had only a strengthening
effect on my hard-on. I was sure Allen must see it any moment now.

Marjorie suddenly released her right hand and took hold of my nose.
"You little brat, say that you give up!" and she twisted my nose so
painfully that tears sprang in my eyes. I tried to strike her with my
released left hand. With my eyesight blurred from the tears I didn't
succeed very well, but suddenly I felt a whole mass of soft and warm
flesh in my hand. I had got my hand on one of her boobs! Quickly I
raised my head and looked at my hand. Indeed: it was wrapped around
her right boob. I was overwhelmed with excitement: my heart started to
beat at a rate of a thousand beats per minute, a big lump stuck in my
throat and suddenly I felt a warm spot developing in my trousers. I
was coming in my pants, just from holding her boob in my hand!
Melanie, who was unaware of my orgasm, soon tore my hand away from her
fleshy mound. "Get your dirty hands away from me, you nerd," she cried
out and pinned me down again. "Jesus," I suddenly heard Allen cry out.
I closed my eyes in despair because I knew what he saw. "The little
pervert," he said with a surprised voice, "look, Marjorie, what he did
just now." "What, what?" Melanie asked agitated and tried to look
backwards. But because she had to hold my hands pinned to the floor
she couldn't see my crotch. "Jeez, he just came in his pants," Allen
informed her. "See, there is a giant wet spot on his crotch."

"Please, let me go. I want to go home," I feebly implored the girl on
top of me. I had never felt more humiliated in my life. Instead she
released both my hands and started to hit me left and right in my
face, yelling all kinds of insults at me. "You dirty shit, fuckin'
bastard, pervert, whoreson ..." and so on. I soon suffered so much
pain (I was sure she had broken my nose!) that I was not even able to
raise my hands anymore to protect myself, and she kept on slamming me
in the face. It was a good thing that Allen pulled her off of me at
some point or I don't know what would have happened. Even now, when he
was toring her away, she managed to plant her heel with great force in
my balls, so that I passed out for a moment by the unendurable pain
that came gulfing over me.

When I regained consciousness I found myself still on the rug, all
curled up and cupping my tortured balls. My head lay in a little pool
of blood and more blood was also covering my chest. I slowly got up
and when I looked around Marjorie wasn't there any more. Only Allen
was in the room, looking anxiously at me. "Are you ok, Jim?" he asked,
"I suppose things went a bit out of hand. I sent Marjorie over to my
sleeping room. I think you better go home now. Here, take this towel
and clean yourself a bit in the bathroom over there."

After I cleaned myself up, I returned to his room and just grabbed my
things, put them in my bag and turned to the door. "Come, I will bring
you to the front door," Allen said. Silently we walked down the
stairs. He opened the front door for me and let me out. When I was
arranging my bag on my bike, Allen said: "still, when you have
finished the assignment, just let me know so that I can copy it, ok?"
I was so staggered by his brutality that I could only nod and I rode
away without saying another word.



THE END
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