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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: John and his coach (f/m, nc, hum, wrestling)
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John and his coach (f/m, nc, hum, wrestling)

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 behaviour. 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
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Setting: the small room of a P.E. teacher of some High school,
somewhere in the US.
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(Three soft knocks on the door)

"Yes, who is it? Oh, it's you John. Come in and close the door." 

"Hello sir. I.. I want to say that I'm sorry about what happened in
P.E. class this morning, sir. It won't happen again, I promise."

"Yes, P.E. class. That's what I want to talk to you about, John. It
was quite a spectacle this morning, wasn't it? Holy Christ! In all my
years as a gym-coach I never saw anything like it. But sit down
please. Yeah, take that chair. Can you see the screen from there? Ok.
Now, what I want to do is to go thru the recordings I made of your
gym-class this morning. I think you realize why we have to do that,
don't you, son?"

"Gee, sir. Is that really necessary? I mean, what happened this
morning was embarrassing enough. I don't think I want to see it again,
sir."

"Now, John, c'mon: I think you know all too well that we cannot just
let pass what went on this morning, don't you? It was quite
disgraceful.. (Pauses a moment).. Jesus Christ! You fucking hell know
how to mess things up, son, let's be honest!"

"I know, sir. That's why I really don't want to look at it again, sir.
Can I go, please sir?"

"No, I've made up my mind. You may call yourself lucky I made a
recording of your class this morning. I don't do that often, you know.
It's a recording I will treasure for the rest of my life, you can be
assured of that. Let's look at it together, son. Maybe you can learn
something from it."

(Sound of video starting to run)

"Now, let's see. This is the beginning of the gym-class. See, that's
where you are all climbing the ropes... Tim Robbins does that awfully
well, don't you think? No wonder if you see what legs that boy has.
You could gain a bit of muscles in that area yourself, John, if you
don't mind my saying so."

"No sir. It's just that I'm not built very muscular."

"Nonsense! You could gain a lot by working out a bit more, John. Maybe
you could have avoided what happened this morning."

"I don't know, sir.. She is just awfully strong."

"C'mon, boy. You're a man, remember? Well, almost anyway. How old are
you: fourteen, fifteen?"

"Fifteen, sir." 

"Well, there you are. Fifteen! And then to loose against.. Ah look,
this is where I give instructions to the group for the next exercise.
See, I explain that I will pick someone of the class at random and he
or she may choose his or her opponent for a game of wrestling on the
mat. I love that exercise myself very much, you know. I don't do it
too often, though, but I love to watch you boys and girls grapple with
each other. Excellent exercise for the development of your muscles
too, John. Here is where I show you that you start by sitting on your
knees and then you grab your opponent and try to wrestle him or her
down. Ok, here I pick Tim Robbins.. And he chooses.. What's the name
of his opponent?"

"That's Mike, sir. Mike Vanderbilt." 

"Oh yeah. Well, as you can see he has no chance against Tim. Strong
legs he has, Tim.. And down Mike goes.. on his back.. and submission.
Well done Tim. Don't you think so, John?"

"I suppose so." 

"Well, I'll just fast-forward the tape a bit.. This is a girl's
match.. Here's another boy's match.. and.. stop! This is where I
choose Mary-Ann to come forward for what I thought would be another
girl's match. Nice looking girl she is, by the way. I must say I was
very surprised she picked out a boy to wrestle with. It sure never
happened before in my class that a girl chose a boy. Boys sometimes
try that trick, you know, choosing a girl.. Well, at your age boys are
just a bunch of hormones of course. But then I always jump in myself
as their opponent and I don't give them the soft treatment, you know.
So they'll think twice next time before they pick a girl again. But I
must say I admire her guts. Don't you, son? And I can tell you now
confidently that I even hesitated a moment to let her have her way,
because I thought she would stand no chance against you (laughs out
loud). Can you imagine that, John? Look, here she picks you out."

"Gee, sir, I don't think I want to see the rest of the tape. Can't we
stop just here, sir?"

"No, no, just watch this, it's getting interesting from here. Tell me,
when she picked you out, were you confident you would win the match?"

"I suppose so, yes. After all she's a girl." 

"Yes, I thought so too. `No chance,' I thought, `no chance at all. It
will teach her a lesson though, to pick out a male opponent.' That's
what I thought, you know. Although I also thought you could be a bit
stronger by working out more, you know. Well, here the match begins.
And I must admit: you were doomed from the beginning. Look how she
takes your head in a headlock right from the start! Your head is
turning all red!"

"I told you Mary-Ann is really strong, sir. She almost crushed my
head. Gee, I could hardly breathe any more."

"Yeah, your head looks like an overripe tomato! I really started to
look at that girl with other eyes, you know. And here she forces you
to the ground. There you are, helplessly on your back and she is lying
on top of you. You're struggling.. in vain as you can see. That's a
nice trick you play her by locking her leg with yours. Don't sit there
wriggling on that chair, John.. Just look at the screen, boy!"

"I'm so ashamed, coach. I don't want to see it again." 

"Nonsense. Watch and learn! Just look how you try to push yourself up
here and turn her over. But she just grabs your wrists and she pushes
you back on the mat. She really is strong, that girl! You stood no
chance against her, John, be honest. Here she is settling herself..
She is raising her upper body.. her legs move forward and yess.. She
has pinned you! That must have felt awful, John, your head pressed
tight between her bare thighs! And in front of all your classmates
too! Just look at you, boy, lying down in such a humiliating position.
There's really nothing you can do against it. Watch your legs just
swaying around helplessly. It must be utterly humiliating to have a
girl sitting on top of you and you can't do anything about it. You
knew you had lost then, didn't you?"

"Suppose so. Can I go now sir? The rest is just too.."

"No, no, sit down. I must admit she looks gorgeous, sitting on top of
you.. Riding you as it were. See how she is looking down on your face
hidden between her thighs! Strong thighs she has for a girl. And
here.. she is sure of you and she looks up, straight into the camera!
That triumphant look on her face! Oh boy, how embarrassing for you. Up
to then it was just a wrestle match, be it between a boy and a girl.
But from then on.. Who was pointing at your crotch first? Wasn't that
Peter Houston?"

"The bastard. I'll get him for that."

"I don't think he will be afraid of you, son. Not after today! Here it
happens. When I noticed what was going on I couldn't help myself and I
just had to zoom in on your crotch. Hope you don't mind, John, but
that boner of yours sure couldn't be overlooked! Tell me, do you like
to be humiliated by a girl or what?"

"Jeez, sir, of course not. It was just.. When I looked up at her.. She
looked absolutely stunning.. So powerful, towering up above me.. With
her tight shirt, her bouncing boobs, her nipples sticking out. That
contemptuous look on her face! I felt very small and then.. Suddenly I
got hard. I don't know what came over me, sir. But it sure wasn't that
I liked being put down by her. It was just.. I don't know.. I'm so
embarrassed.."

(Sounds of sobbing)  

"Now don't start weeping, boy. Are you a sissy or what? Watch the
screen: the good part is yet to come. Here.. A desperate attempt of
you to get free.. Nice move there.. You get out of the pin, but she's
still on top. Now you are really pressed tight against each other for
a few moments. That sure didn't help much to get rid of your boner,
hey son? I think this is when you came, isn't it?"

"Jeez, coach, I think she did it on purpose. She really pressed her
groin tight against mine, and then she just sort of rubbed up against
me. I couldn't help myself, it was just too... Oh God, I don't want to
look at it. Can't you erase the tape, sir? It's all so shameful
y'know."

"Oh, be quiet, boy. Don't be such a winer. Look at the screen: she
just pushes you on your back again so easily. She certainly has power,
that girl! And now she is moving upwards to sit on your chest again.
And that's when we all got a really good look at your crotch! That
giant wet spot! Listen how your classmates are howling and screaming!
Wait, I'll turn up the volume.."

(Sound of furniture being thrown over).

"Hey, John! Wait a minute! Where are you running off to? Stop I say!..
Well, what about that! Just running away. That's the last time I'll
try to help that boy, that's for sure. The recording is almost over
anyway.. (Chuckling sound).. Ha, look how poor John runs away to the
locker room once Mary-Ann had decided to let him go, his hands in
front of his crotch. Too late, son! We all saw the mess you made
there! End of tape, let me just rewind it. Now let's see, what can I
do with this recording? Maybe I can use it in my course on
self-defense? Wait a minute! I will send it to `America's Funniest
Home videos'! Maybe I'll even win a prize! I'll ask John if he will
accompany me to the studio if it comes to that! I think he'll like
that."


The End
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