Free Style Pt1

[johnsmith2007]

Free Style Pt1

Warning about sexual nature, but a ?soft? story this time.


Jon tossed the small key lightly in his hand as he walked into the locker room. He had no idea who it belonged too, maybe that hot chick Rosanna or the new little blonde Connie. While he smiled, he also had a small chink of fear in his armour, he hoped it wasn?t Shawnee or Carmela, they had both really crushed him last year, but at least it couldn?t be that bitch Marla, she had changed school in the Summer. His bare feet made a squeaking noise on the floor tiles as he walked, the oil his team mates had liberally smeared over his naked body before he had left them huddled round the laptop in the darkened cafeteria was slowly cascading down his legs. Unconsciously he scooped some of the silky cream up and applied another dollop to his semi ridged cock and walnut sack. He certainly didn?t want whoever the bitch was to be able to get a good grip on him there. He had shaved his lean developing muscled tanned body clean, and his blond hair was cut into short curls, giving only a minimal chance of a hair pulling by his opponent. Most of the girls had their hair tightly braided, but Jon still loved swinging them by whatever he could grip onto.

He popped the key on the hook and immediately spotted that his own key was already hanging up. Whoever won could claim their key as well as the loser?s, leaving the victim to crawl home naked, or if it took their fancy own the loser for the weekend. So this one was an eager beaver, even though, as they were the first fight of the night, he was set to put out the mats, she was already in the Gym block. He heard a creak somewhere off along one of the corridors as he entered the old disused practice area, the school at night always gave him the creeps, and tense as he was he nearly jumped into action at the slightest sound. He whistled, the girl had already set up the wrestling area, the web cam was ready to go by the door, all he had to do was drag out the mats into the centre of the small box room with its one old bare bulb, set out the score chart, and timer, and wait till midnight for his opponent to make her entrance.

The old soiled mats were now smelly and rank, having been in use for nearly twenty years, ever since the State school board allowed girls wrestling teams and inter gender wrestling. Mom and Dad had been so proud of him when he made the team two years ago, and then taken him aside to explain that they had first met (well, really ?met?, had added Dad), during the monthly ?Team Sleepovers? Coach Anderson had arranged to stop the squabbles between the girls and boys teams. Neither was quite sure whether the Coach actually knew what happened after his little team building exercise, but what started all those years back was now a firmly entrenched school tradition, carefully guarded by those in the know. In the County and the two small towns the large school complex drew its children from the little pinkie ring given to the team members meant more than any college fraternity, opening doors and smoothing paths to careers and marriages, as well as an automatic entree into the adults more serious, lucrative and deadly fight ring.

The door clicked open and in strolled a naked schoolgirl, and Jon could not resist a smile to himself at his luck. He was facing Tina, a new girl to the Town, and even though she had won her rights of passage fights against the other hopefuls for a place on the girls team, she had yet to face a boy, having not been selected in this academic years previous two meets. She was a pale skinned Brunette, with her dark locks in a short page boy cut, a cute upturned nose, and piercing blue eyes and? Fuck, thought Jon I?m here to ruin her not ask her out. He had placed his small bag with his water bottle and cold bags and plasters in the far corner, and giving him a broad smile the girl tossed her own small bag to the opposite side of the mat, shook her limbs out and crouched down ready to start. Well, thought Jon, no small talk or threats, the budding titted rookie was all business. The timer chimed and the seconds of the first period started to tick by. He was nearly twenty pounds heavier than the girl, a good four inches taller, more muscled and experienced, so how he could lose.

?OK bitch, twenty minutes to make you cry,? he snarled across the mat at the kitten, but it was Jon who was taken by surprise as while he lunged forward the snake fast girl swept passed him and nearly throw him on his back. For a minute he struggled as the girl played with the puppy, controlling his right arm, keeping the heavier taller male off balance, continually bending and twisting the limb so that Jon was yelping in pain. Joint locks were allowed, but no punching, biting or gouging, but pretty much everything else was OK even, as Jon groaned the odd elbow drop to an already bent out of shape shoulder joint. The fight formats were based loosely on the more formal style they were taught in Gym class, three periods, but twenty not two minutes, and the points for falls were scored similarly, but only after definite, ?beaten stays down? moves, were they awarded. By the time he had managed to free him self from the arm lock, by a border line legal flat handed slap to the girl?s right breast, she had thoroughly weakened his whole right side, and bruised his ribs and stomach as well with a series of knee lifts when she had had him bent double.

Tina had also soon yanked and twisted any thought of a quick win out of the boys head. The teens had locked up but when Jon had delved down between the girls silky thighs and tried to get a grip on her thrusting clit, she had just glared at him spread her legs and gone for his cock. Within a minute both children were in floods of tears as they mangled each other?s pleasure points, one hand gouging in the ass of their opponent, thus stopping escape, while the other worked to ruin the sex of their enemy. As he upped the anti each time with a more vicious and crippling crush and rip, Tina whimpered, and then gave him back his attack in spades, until with them both bent double he called quits and they mutually staggered away sobbing holding themselves.
?Call yourself a man,? she shouted across the mat at him as she examined her clit, ?Milly told me your meat was easy to beat, and she was right,? Jon blanched, his shit of a sister must have coached the pale skinned kitten.

[johnsmith2007]

So the Brunette knew about his degradation and torture at the hands of his younger sibling, and her broad smile at his shocked reaction told him everything. He knew the little minx was sleeping with a girl in his year, but he did not know who, and frankly was surprised at the scrawny cunt managing to hold onto such a fine piece of meat as Tina. Then again she did fuck like an elephant on heat, had Moms good looks and golden hair, and a cunt claw powerful enough to make Shawnee Johnson, the School Captain, beg for mercy, before the older girl had nearly chewed off the blonde third years clit to force her to release the hold. He would have to settle up with Milly later, Mom and him were to fight Milly and Dad next weekend for choice of holiday destinations. He now knew he would want to add a few more stipulations to the winner?s celebrations, and Mom had yet to use her new double headed dildo on the youngest member of her brood.

Judging she could now tangle on near even terms with the more muscled but weakened pup Tina this time accepted Jon?s challenge to lock fingers, but she had made a naive mistake in assuming Jon was going to let her take charge as with a trip he sent them both to the floor where he hoped his weight would tell in his favour. The two naked teens rolled across the matting, first the heavier taller male on top struggling to subdue the ferocious writhing spitfire beneath him, and then as the fired up girl wriggled herself out of his hold and slipped across his slick torso she would gain the top spot. Using her lithe supple limbs to advantage against the blond, Tina grapevined his legs, pressing her firm small buds deep into his chest while she spat curses and threats into his face, pinning his arms high. The Brunette would have the upper hand for a few minutes, punishing the nude frame of her opponent as she tried to wrench and stretch him out of shape, until pure brute strength and rage won out and Jon would roll her over onto her back to start the struggle afresh.

The small padded room was silent except for their grunts and groans and breathless gasped swearing, and though the Autumn night was warm the small fight-pit was now a boiling cauldron as the two drenched teens curled around each other trying to secure a winning hold, and the oil they were coated in merged with the sweat now pouring from their tortured bare bodies. Jon gasped as the Brunette again wriggled her way atop his pain wracked body and slipped her wiry toned legs into position to spread his thighs wide, but this time he was going to use a bit of experience to change the nature of this vicious finger lock duel. Before the girl could again go for the pin he pulled both their arms down and then with a grunt wrapped them behind her, hugging her tight atop him. Tina squealed as her fingers were bent back and bending low and concealing her head from the camera, bit into is shoulder, but Jon ignored the pain to wrench her arms further up her back until she gasped and her steel coil legs loosened their hold on his own muscled bigger limbs.

And now with a smile comes the winner thought Jon, as shaking a leg free he aimed a lift up into the juicy dripping wet hot spot between the girl?s sexlips. All the writhing and rubbing and close contact had aroused both the teens into a frenzy of fight lust, and Jon knew how to capitalise on this, but so did the newbie. Jon?s eyes widened in fear in the split second race between his heavier knee coming up from the floor and the faster sharper female knee cap that Tina had, with a laugh, quickly flung back and then smashed down aimed at the young oiled cockfighter's semi erect tool. He hardly recognised the wail of agony he emitted as his sex was crushed to the floor and his seeds squashed flat by pale skinned beauties assault. He thought he might have passed put for a few seconds as the next blurred memories were of him rolling on the mat whimpering, trying to caress the pain form his injured cock and balls, his vision burred as he sobbed and cried with the agony.

?First blood to me, Shit Head? smirked Tina, and indeed Jon?s cock was oozing scarlet, while his sack swelled up alarmingly. The naked female strutted round him, placing a foot on his head to push him down while posing for the webcam, and then slowly counted him out to flip the chart. ?Three points to me ass hole,? she hissed into his tear streaked face, and then still posing above him, she started the count again, flipping the card over twice more to give herself five point before Jon eventually staggered upright. He glanced across at the clock, five minutes left of the first twenty minute period and he was not only losing but losing badly, but he had no time to consider his plight as with a scream the light weight banshee rushed across from her side of the mat to attack.

Pride often comes before a fall and Jon took great pride in using a simple straight forward wrestling move to even up the score in one swift move. The vixen may have been fast and vicious but the rookie left herself wide open. Assuming she had crushed the young cock completely she was easy prey as the tanned blond teen ducked her attempt at a snatch hold, fastened his muscled fingers tightly into the rushing girls jutting searchlight teats, and flipped her off her feet by her tender nubs. Her wail was deafening as he swung her over his hip by her underdeveloped udders and then sent her airborne, brutalised tit meat first, into the wall. She fell back, a floppy broken rag doll, spread eagled on the floor, too traumatised now to scream, hyperventilating in shock and agony.

?Second, and I do believe, third blood to me bitch,? he spat in her face, as placing his bare foot on her creamed waxed and smooth cunt lips he flexed for the watching audience, as both the young girls torn teats seeped crimson.
The ?in the air throw? gave him five points, evening the match, but as the traumatised kitten, still sobbing, could not get up for a further two minutes, he gained an extra couple of points to win the first period 7 to 5. The blond had mocked and laughed at the dark haired teen throughout the last sixty seconds of the period as the severely weakened schoolgirl fought off repeated attempts by Jon to face sit her and stick his battered cock in her mouth as the last seconds ticked out.

The five minute rest period flew by as he sprayed his battered torso and bruised swelling right shoulder and arm with pain killer. He nearly screamed when the cold bag enveloped his cock and balls, but at least the pain and swelling was eased a bit in his sex. Tina had had to crawl across the mat to her bag and had managed only a couple of gulps of energy drink before the small bell signalled the start of the second period. She knew she had to win this one as the fights were in the standard best of three format, and the tanned puppy was now already one up and would own her ass if he beat her in this period too, and as she had let slip her relationship with his sister her whole love life was at stake.


John

Bit of a change of pace, I was looking at some Olympic wrestling on YouTube and it fired up my imagination.

[Fuentes]

Still good stuff John. Thanks for writing it.