Beat by a girl

Thomas sighed with disappointment as he sized up his competition on the other side of the gym. It seemed certain he'd go yet another meet without a good challenge. Of course he enjoyed winning, but its just wasn't as thrilling when victory came too easily. The two time champion wrestler became even more disappointed when he realized one of his opponents was a girl. He hadn't actually wrestled against a girl before, but he knew that it would hardly be a fair fight.


It seemed the girl noticed his look of disappointment because she winked at him and pointed directly at him, before pointing down at the floor. Thomas took this as taunting. Was she serious? Who was this girl? His competitive nature sparked at this instigation and he decided instead of a quick pin he'd make sure she knew how outmatched she was before ending the match.


Thomas wrestled at the 132 pound weight class and he could tell at a glance this girl was at least two weight classes under him. It made sense. Lots of people at the lowest weight classes had to wrestle up if they were too skilled due to the smaller number of people at those very light weights. His team did have a guy at 113 and he was up against this girl first. While pretending to be disinterested, Thomas watched closely. As the match went on, he slowly began to actually respect this girl's skills. She was good. Obviously weaker than the guy was, but her technique was vastly superior. She had 7 points on him before getting a pin in the 2nd round. Maybe this match would be more fun than he thought. He didn't miss the smirk she sent his way as the ref raised her hand in victory over his sullen looking teammate.


"Don't worry about it, her technique was really good. You're just a freshman, you got time to learn," Thomas comforted his teammate as he sat down beside Thomas on the bench.


"Thanks man. She was good but... I'm pretty sure she was going to grab my nuts at one point. I definitely felt her get a hold on my left nut at one point. Maybe it was an accident, but be careful," the younger boy warned Thomas.


This was rather shocking to Thomas. Surely it was an accident right? Of course he was used to people throwing in cheap shots when they could get away with it, but he'd never had a guy target his groin before. Still he remained confident. She couldn't get away with too much without the ref seeing and he could definitely handle whatever she could hide. He looked across the gym at her again with this newfound knowledge only to find that she was staring directly at him and smiling wide, her pearly white teeth showing her enthusiasm. It was a little unnerving, but Thomas had endured taunting from opponents before. Nobody could get in his head before a match.


His first match was against a guy in his weight class. It took Thomas about 30 seconds to get a pin. His opponent shook his hand with a smile.


"Hey man, you're a beast. No wonder you won those championships. Best wrestler I've ever met for sure," his opponent complimented Thomas while they shook hands. "Watch out for Liz, she's always going for the nuts in practice. She's such a bitch," he too warned Thomas of the ballbuster among them.


"I'll make sure to really humble her for you guys then," Thomas replied before the two boys parted ways to walk back to their own teams benches.


Shortly after, it was time for Thomas to take on the apparently infamous Liz. She kept her smug smirk on her face the entire time as she walked to her position across from him on the mat.


"I'm gunna crack your nuts champ," she teased as she took his outstretched hand for the customary shake before the match. Thomas didn't have time to reply before the ref blew the whistle to start. He instantly went on the offensive and looked for a basic double leg takedown. She tossed her hips back and pushed her chest on his neck with the proper defense, but the weight and strength advantage was significant enough that it didn't matter one bit. Thomas easily pulled her back into his takedown and lifted her up in the air before slamming her back into the mat with a resounding THUMP, grinning at the look on her face as he knocked the breath out of her. He was worried about nothing it seemed.


He was planning on toying with her for a while at first, but he really didn't feel like risking his boys in case she really did have a way to follow through on her threat. So instead he got on his toes and pushed all his weight onto his chest, where Liz's face was buried to try to force her shoulders onto the mat and get a pin. Everything was going smoothly until he felt her hand wrap around his balls, his tight singlet doing nothing to protect him. His hands were around her head to trap her on her back so he had no way to defend. He quickly looked up to the ref, who was laying on the mat to watch if Liz's shoulders were flat on the mat, but from his angle he couldn't see Thomas's crotch. Liz's hands were covered up by his own body so nobody in the audience could see either.


It only took a split second before her grip tightened into a crushing force around his manhood. It took every ounce of strength he had not to squeal as it felt like his testicles were trying to escape the pressure by flattening through her fingers. He tried to lift his pelvis so her illegal methods would be exposed, but Liz wrapped her legs around his shins and pulled her weight onto her hips to prevent his escape and to pick her back up off the mat, saving herself from the pin. The pain was unlike anything Thomas had experienced before. It was far worse than the time he dislocated his shoulder during a match. His whole world was reduced to the two orbs between his legs that felt as if they were becoming flatter by the second. Thomas lost all control of his body as his only thoughts were on saving his manhood. All he could think about was getting his balls free.


He considered screaming about his nuts but he couldn't do that in front of the crowd. He'd never live it down. So he did the only thing he could. Thomas suddenly threw his body to the side and reversed their positions, Liz on top and his back against the mat. Liz immediately let go of his sack to prevent her methods from being exposed and instead switched to mirroring Thomas's previous position, pushing all her weight down onto his shoulders to pin him. Thomas recognized that he was in danger of losing and did everything he could to keep his shoulders off the mat. His huge strength advantage saved him and he was able to prevent a pin long enough for the round to end, despite the immense agony radiating through his body from between his legs. The white hot agony was turning into intense nausea and Thomas was sure he'd have thrown up by now if he had eaten anything before the meet.


The round ended and Thomas whimpered lightly from relief at knowing he still had a chance to make it out of this with his pride intact.


"It's only going to get worse" Liz promised with a wink as she got off of him and returned to the center of the mat. Thomas hoped she'd take the logical choice and start in the top position so he could stay on his kneed, since he knew his legs would be wobbly, but instead she chose to start neutral to force him up. The pain in his nuts only worsened as he stood up while breathing deeply and sweating all over from the pain. He glanced at the opposing bench and noticed all the guys wincing in sympathy pains, obviously knowing what had happened. He returned his gaze to Liz's smug face.


"What's wrong champ? You gunna lose to a girl?" She teased him as he slowly got into the neutral position across from her. Thomas took a moment to think strategy. He needed to win this fight. He also needed to end it quickly since all he could think about doing was curling into a ball and cradling his injured manhood. Every extra second it took him to finish the match would be another second enduring intense nutpain. That was assuming she didn't make it worse. He realized there was a new sensation he felt as he looked at Liz. Fear.


This time Thomas stayed on the defensive when the match began. The motion of taking a shot was sure to multiply the pain between his legs and he thought he might just topple over half way through and embarrass himself even worse. No, his best chance was to simply crush her with his weight advantage while playing defense. If only Liz would make things so simple.


Liz began the motion for a single leg takedown, driving her forward knee between his legs and stepping to towards him with her other foot. The correct way to pull this off is to approach from a side angle and wrap one arm around the back of their knee while driving your head into their belly before lifting that leg up. Liz repeated this flawlessly with one major difference. Instead of driving her head into his guy, she just headbutted him in the nuts. Hard. Thomas's world exploded in agony and this time he couldn't prevent the girlish cry that escaped his lips. His balls were already swollen and tender from her earlier grab and this headbutt was more than he could handle even with his far above average pain tolerance. The tight singlet ensured that both nuts had no way to escape from the force and he could feel them get crushed between her hard skull and his equally hard pelvic bone. Naturally, he fell to the mat and began writhing from the uniquely male agony while Liz argued with the ref that it was an accident.


Her coach, a woman, naturally took Liz's side and yelled alongside her at the ref. In the end he decided to give her a point deduction since it did appear to be accidental. Once Thomas was capable of coherent thought again he realized the match was going to continue unless he forfeited. From his position on the floor, cradling his bruised balls, he looked up at Liz who merely smiled back at him with that same smug look. He wanted to wipe it off her damn face so badly but knew he stood no chance against such a skilled wrestler with his swollen balls slowing him down. Next he looked around the gymnasium and noticed a similar smile on the faces of many of the female audience members. Even his girlfriend seemed to find the whole situation hilarious. The only emotion besides pain he felt was humiliation. Mind-numbing, all encompassing humiliation. He was smart enough to understand continuing the match would only wreck his reputation more. At least this time everyone saw the nutshot and he had an excuse to forfeit, which he swiftly did. The ref was merciful enough not to make him stand as he lifted up Liz's hand as she stood over his prone form, keeping her eyes locked on Thomas's visibly swollen balls the entire time.