Mixed Wrestling with Alana Pt. 3 - Class Demonstration
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"Heyy! there's little punching bag!" Alana loudly exclaimed in full earshot of the other students walking across campus.
"I'm glad I caught you, I was worried you were gonna chicken out and not show up to class today." Alana said, chuckling after catching up to me.
"Nah." I replied. "I really need the gen ed credit Dr. Klein is offering. I might be able to graduate a semester earlier." After our previous session where I "wrestled" with Alana and Dr. Klein, Dr. Klein gave me a proposition that if I help her with a demonstration for her Feminist Progression in Western Culture class, she would count it as lab course credit for me.
"Crazy to give a guy credits for just one afternoon of work. But I'm gonna make sure you earn it today." she winked and elbowed me surprisingly hard.
"Haha, we'll see. But I have a feeling this time is going to go a little bit differently." After my previous two sessions of getting racked in the nuts repeatedly while wrestling, I made sure to prepare for this class. I went out and bought an athletic cup to wear under my boxer briefs, so I can finally deter the low blows that Alana and Dr. Klein have gotten away with.
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We entered the classroom and saw that at the front of the room was the same wrestling mat that Alana had in her apartment. I saw a collection of Alana's classmates. All female, which I suppose is to be expected since this is a Women's Studies class. It's clearly an unusual day for the class, as some students are sitting at their desks as if it's a normal day, while others are doing stretches like they're prepping for a gym class. Unsure of what to do, I follow Alana as she sits in the front row. I look around at the class and see that it's about a dozen or so girls talking among themselves. After a few awkward minutes of waiting, I hear the click clack of Dr. Klein's high heel shoes. She's carrying a load of textbooks and binders that she dumps onto her desk with a loud intimidating thump that gets the attention of the classroom.
"Alright class, everyone please pay attention because we have a lot to get through and a limited amount of time. As you know today is Alana's workshop on mixed wrestling. I'd like everyone to get the chance to spar with our volunteer, Jared." The whole room turns to look at me. I sheepishly wave my hand in acknowledgement to the class but am hopeful I can get through this without talking much.
"Alana and Jared, why don't you come forward and face the class here on the mat?" Alana taps me on the shoulder as if I didn't also hear Dr. Klein. We walk up and Alana turns to face the class.
"Hi everyone, so as I've shared in my previous class dialogues, me and Jared have been practicing wrestling the last couple of weeks. We've managed to get it to a place where it's fun, good exercise, and surprisingly equitable in the outcome of the matches. So today, I'm going to share what we've learned with the class. First, Jared and Dr. Klein are going to do a match to demonstrate and then the rest of the class will get a chance to go a round with Jared." The news about me wrestling with Dr. Klein again is news to me. Most of the girls seemed prepared wearing workout clothes. But Dr. Klein was wearing a similar outfit to which she was wearing when we first wrestled together at Alana's apartment - a tight skirt with a button down top. As I looked over to Dr. Klein, I saw she was already beginning to undress. She had taken her high heels off and kicked them to the side. She deftly performed the same undressing ritual that she performed last time; unhooking her skirt to reveal her lacy panties-this time pink rather than black. Lastly, she finished unbuttoning her top to reveal her ample breasts sitting elegantly on her lacy pink bra. I think Alana was continuing to talk during this, but Dr. Klein had my undivided attention.
"Why don't you go ahead, Jared?" I'm caught off guard by Alana's vague question directed at me.
"Um I'm sorry, what?" This gets a chuckle out of the classroom. "Oh I see, haha. You were too busy watching Dr. Klein undress to realize that you were supposed to be undressing as well." Another series of snickers is let out at my expense.
"Oh um, well I'm actually wearing workout clothes so I figured it'd be fine if I-"
"Jared, I thought we had discussed that this would be a match of equals, if I'm undressed than it would reason that you should be too." I'm scolded by Dr. Klein. I'm between a rock and a hard place now. Every social instinct in my body is telling me not to undress in front of a classroom full of girls, but I can also feel the room's impatient gaze glaring harshly at me. Reluctantly, I start to take my shoes and socks off. I can feel Dr. Klein and Alana's relief as I hastily undress to take off my shirt. I hesitate before dropping my shorts, I look to Alana as if to ask if this is an ok thing to be doing. She nods at me expectingly. I drop my shorts and kick them off to the side with the rest of my clothes. I'm left only with my boxer briefs. I feel very exposed, as the cup I'm wearing is jutting out more visibly without the shorts obstructing it. I also realize I got hard from watching Dr. Klein's "striptease" and now my erect dick was uncomfortable slammed up against the cup, pushing it forward even moreso.
Alana, who was unsubtly watching me undress, notices the bulge immediately. "Umm Jared, your boner is looking a little bit differently than usual." I can't believe she said that in front of all her classmates. I frantically look to explain it away.
"Oh no haha. This isn't that. It's just a cup I'm wearing under my boxer briefs for protection. See?" I knock at the cup lightly like knocking on a door. It makes an audible sound that can be heard by Dr. Klein and Alana, at the very least. For some reason, this revelation goes over like a lead balloon.
"Jared, how many times do we need to go over this?" Dr. Klein asks, annoyed. "In order for it to be an equitable fight, there can't be any difference in apparel between us. If I'm not wearing any kind of shielding or padding, why should you?" I try to defend myself but Alana cuts in.
"Yeah Jared, unless you brought up enough cups for the class, I don't think you should be wearing it." Alana's unserious suggestions gets a laugh from her classmates.
"I mean yeah, but the difference is that I'm basically not going to be able to wrestle without it, I'll be in so much pain and wearing it would make a huge difference."
"Pssh, I don't even know if that's true. You'll lose anyway. I think you just want to have some kind of a leg up." Alana argues, dismissively.
"How about this" Dr. Klein said. "Why don't we test your cup to see if you actually do need it?"
I'm struggling to make sense of Dr. Klein's logic before Alana cuts in. "That's a great idea, Doctor. How about if I can kick Jared in the crotch five times while he's wearing the cup, and he doesn't fall to the ground, he can keep it. Otherwise, it clearly doesn't make a difference anyway." The entire classroom has clearly signed onto this insane deal. With no one sticking up for me, I decide to go along with it just to save any chance of me wearing a cup during the wrestling that's about to ensue.
"Umm, okay let's just get it over with quick." Alana's facial expression brightens at this opportunity. She steps over onto the mat as if she were going to start a wrestling match. She starts stretching her legs and hips out and does some practice kicks. Her legs go way higher than they would ever need to in order to reach my crotch. Dr. Klein takes a seat on her desk that has been moved out onto the side of the classroom to make room for the mat. She sits with her legs elegantly crossed over each other, still wearing her lacy underwear. I try to get my mind off her so my erect penis will stop slamming up against the edge of my cup. "Alright, Jared square up. We only have so much time."
I walk towards the mat across from her, stomach filled with anticipatory dread. I look up at Alana, towering over me as usual, but somehow even more intimidating given the circumstances. She's wearing a proper workout outfit. A skin tight bear of blue shorts and a similarly colored top that is pushing up her breasts while holding them firmly in place. Much to my chagrin, she still has her sneakers on. "Hey Alana, maybe you should take your shoes off just to be fair?"
She chuckles dismissively. "And risk hurting my feet? Umm no I don't think so." I gulp, the social pressure is too much for me to try to argue back. "Alright Jared, spread your legs. Get ready for the first kick." I do as I'm told and, despite everything in my body telling me to run away, I stand perfectly still waiting for Alana with my legs spread out." The first kick is a quick one. Alana unceremoniously delivers a quick jab of a kick in a line drive to my cup. Despite the protection of the cup, the kinetic of her kick rattles my balls in the cup and stings the top of my erect dick. Despite this pain, I'm able to keep standing. One down. Alana waits, expecting me to fall, but is disappointed. "Alright, here's number two!" Unlike the first one, this kick is slower in its delivery. Alana takes some time to wind up her right leg and puts more of her body into it. Her foot hits my crotch with much more follow through than the first kick. I can feel my whole body lift up in the air an inch or two. My balls feel like a pair of dice being aggressively rolled around in a Yahtzee cup. This kick wows the crowd, as I can hear the girls in the class gasp in response. I hunch over, but thankfully I don't fall down.
"Here's #3!" Rather than give me some time to catch my breath, Alana looks like she's ready to kick me again. I see her shoe swinging towards my crotch again and I flinch reflexively. To my surprise, Alana stopped her kick and pulled back. "Hah! I made you flinch. Does that count, Dr. Klein?" We look over to Dr. Klein for an answer. But before Klein even opens her mouth, I'm caught off guard by another blow to my testicles. Alana tricked my with her diversion and gave me another kick while I was looking to Dr. Klein. "Haha wow! I can't believe you actually fell for that. What is that, kick number 2?"
"Three." I groan annoyed while hunched over desperately clinging on to my balance despite the growing pain in my stomach. I look up to Alana to try to see her next kick to brace myself. But now her posture is different. She isn't face directly towards me, but rather at a side angle where her non dominant foot is facing forward and she's at an angle with almost her full back facing towards me. I'm confused by this posture. "Wait, Alana what are you-" I'm cut off from asking as I'm struck in the balls by a devastating roundhouse kick from Alana. She catches the lower part of the cup where my balls hang with a pointed kick from the top of her foot. The force pushes me backwards a few steps, but I managed to keep my footing. I loudly groan in pain. It's miraculous I'm still hanging on, but I have just one more to go.
"Wow Jared, I'm surprised your still standing. Let me fix that!" Alana stepped further back to the edge of the mat. I'm positioned by the other edge due to her previous attack. She takes a few steps forward to build up momentum and is able to twist her torso to build up torque, showing off some of the skills she picked up playing soccer. With her running start, she was able to deliver her most devastating blow yet. Her foot launched at my cup at a perfect 45 degree angle. The force was strong enough to lift me a few inches up in the air and a few inches back. Between the devasting kinetic force to my balls and her using her strength to knock me in the air, I fall down like a sack of potatoes when landing after the kick. I roll over onto the mat clutching my balls and curled up over my stomach. She managed to deliver an impressive amount of pain despite me wearing a cup. For some reason, the class responds to me falling down with a polite applause, as if they just watched a magic trick.
"Oof sorry buddy. But it looks like you lost the bet. Probably would have been easier for you if you had just agreed to take the cup off earlier. I'll take that off your hands for ya." Alana holds her hand out expectingly. I take a few seconds to recover but finally acquiesce. I reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my cup and before I can hand it to her, she snatches it out of my hand. "Thank you!". She throws it off to the side carelessly. "Come on big guy, we have a lot to get through!" She grabs my hands and tries to help me up. Despite my hopes of having some time to catch my breath and recover, I can see Dr. Klein standing and waiting across the mat from me. She still looks stunning in her flattering underwear. Thankfully, the beatdown Alana gave me was enough to make my erection subside. But I don't know how I'm going to make it through a match with Dr. Klein, much less the rest of the girls in the class.
"Very well, then. Let's not waste any more time. Jared and I will begin a demonstration and then as much of the class will get a chance to wrestle as time allows. Alana?" She nods to Alana who has already pulled out a stopwatch. Before I'm even given a chance to recover, Alana gives the signal and we're starting. Dr. Klein and I start circling each other. Sizing each other up looking for a chance to strike. After having to stand still and simply endure Alana's kicks, it's actually a relief to be back to wrestling where I have some level of agency to protect myself. It feels wrong to attack a woman in front of a room filled with feminists, so I resolve to let Dr. Klein make the first move. After a few seconds of circling, she charges at me. Though she's surprisingly faster than our previous bouts, I'm able to sidestep her. Having her off balance, I'm able to pivot behind her and wrap her arms around her the rear. I have her left arm pinned to her torso as well. I try to bring her down by moving to the right and trying to sweep her leg down, but she's able to move her feet around deftly enough to avoid my attempts at tripping her up. After a few seconds of this dance, she suddenly plants her foot still farther to our right.
Seizing the opportunity, I move my foot out to try to sweep it away, but I'm interrupted by Dr. Klein's fist slamming into my testicles. I hear a gasp of surprise from the room full of women spectating who had a full view of this shot to my groin. I reflexively let go of her and bend over, desperately trying to keep from falling over as the now familiar pain shot up from my groin to my lower stomach. After suffering through the pain of the initial blow, I rest my hands on my knees. Before I can even catch my breath, Dr. Klein kicks me in the nuts from behind. This shot to the groin is met by the class with elation, with some of the students cheering or clapping as I immediately fall to the mat. I fall flat, but am able to prop myself up on my hands and knees. Dr. Klein crouches down next to me and tries to pin her hands behind my head with her arms under my shoulders, but I resist her. She then slides back behind me and forcefully rams her knee back into my tender ballsack. It isn't nearly as much force as her previous two hits, but it's enough to bring me down onto my stomach. Dr. Klein jumps on top and holds my head down. I can't see anything, but I can hear Dr. Klein's panting and can feel her breasts forced up against my bare back. Alana taps the mat three times and shouts "Winner! Dr. Klein!" and finally, Dr. Klein lets me go.
I remain on the mat writhing in pain clutching my testicles. Meanwhile, Dr. Klein stands up and starts addressing the class while slowly getting dressed.
"And so, it's important to remember, that in order to fully take advantage of his vulnerable groin, you need to be thinking about how to create opportunities to strike. He'll naturally be protecting it, but if you outsmart him, you can find moments to strike easily. For example, when he had me wrapped up earlier on in the match, you saw me move my foot to the right. I did this so that he would spread his legs further, exposing his groin." The class sounded impressed with her scheme to punch me in the balls. I'm starting to recover and sit up to face the class. After her short lecture, she starts taking questions from the class. One young brunette woman asks,
"Um, Dr. Klein, is there any risk of actually doing permanent damage to him?" I appreciate someone standing up for my safety. But Dr. Klein doesn't sound convinced. She shakes her head and says
"Not at the level of force we would be using. It's possible to crush the testicles or puncture them with something sharp, but as we aren't using any tools or anything of the such, the modest amount of force we do shouldn't have any lasting damage." As the guy, feeling these blows, I wouldn't use the word 'modest' but...
"But still" another student, a petite latina woman asks "Isn't this very painful?" I go to answer
"Well yeah-" but I'm cut off by Dr. Klein. "Good question, Maria. The answer is more complicated than you would think. In short, yes there is an immense amount of pain, but it's actually more of a psychosexual trauma than anything. Jared here, like any man, is hyper protective of his masculinity. But masculinity can be quite fragile, so it's mentally and emotionally painful to have it damaged. And since Jared, like all men, has been conditioned socially to view his genitals as an extension of his masculinity. So that is why he has such a powerful pain response to testicular trauma." I'm not sure I would agree that getting hit in the balls would is purely a psychological response. But her students eat it up and quickly jot down notes. I feel I should speak up as the one person in the room who actually has balls and has had them hit before. But it's Dr. Klein's class, so I just decide to let her roll with it.
"And that's really what makes this such a feminist exercise. We're simultaneously breaking a social boundary around the protection of the male ego and using it to balance the scales between the genders in the martial arts. With all that being said, do we have any volunteers?" Several hands shot up. After Dr. Klein's pep talk, the classroom's apprehensive nature shifted to anticipation.
"Let's start with Maria."
The rest of the class exhales and the young latina woman from earlier timidly walks up. She couldn't have been much taller than 5'0". I was a bit nervous about the optics of wrestling someone so much smaller than me. Maria kicked her shoes and socks off. She was already wearing her work out attire, a tight fitting top and shorts in a matching pastel pink tone. She does some stretches and then stands up in front of me. I realize that I'm still wearing my underwear from earlier, but she seems ready for the match and the whole room seems like they're waiting for me to just get on with it.
"Ready Maria? Ready Jared?" Seems like Alana is 'officiating' these weird wrestling matches. I nod at her and Maria says "Yes. Let's go." in a determined voice. Alana gives a hand signal forward and says "Alright. Start!"
Without a second of hesitation, Maria barrels towards me. She seems to make up for her size by being way faster than Alana or Dr. Klein. She pushes me and manages to get me off balance and I take a few steps backwards to stay upright. Just as I regain my balance, Maria jumps up and grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me down to her level. With me bent down and with two hands on my shoulders she quickly fires up her knee directly into my groin from directly underneath. I hunch over but she keeps me up with both her hands on my shoulders. She seems to be helping me from falling down, but then lets go. I'm able to keep my own balance after she releases me. But it doesn't last long as she sneaked up from behind me to send another knee to the groin, this one from behind. This second knee brings me down to the mat. With me hunched forward on my knees with my face on the mat, Maria uses the opportunity to deliver a short kick to me in the balls while standing behind me. I recoil and yelp in pain and turn over onto my back. She's still standing over me. This woman is relentless, as she feels her foot over my dick and balls through my boxers. It seems she's feeling around for where my balls are, but she's mostly finding my dick.
Eventually she finds my balls and tries standing on them, but she can't keep her balance for long. I try to curl forward to stop the pain and protect my balls from further abuse, but Maria sits herself down on my crotch, making it impossible. I still try to curl forward, but she leans forward to push me away and then sits herself back into her cowgirl position on my crotch. She tries to do a forward facing pin where she grabs my hands and crosses them over my head, but she struggles to hold them in place, grinding on my groin all the while. All this friction from her sitting on my crotch starts to make my dick tingle and start to get hard. Trying to stave off a boner, I simply capitulate and let her pin me. My hands trapped, Alana starts a dramatic wrestling countdown where she keeps slapping the mat. "3... 2... 1... And Maria is the Winner!!!"
Finally, Maria releases me and stands up. Having had a few seconds since her last blow to my groin, she helps me up and I'm able to stand faster than in previous bouts. I rise up with a bit too much gusto to where I'm going to bump into her. But before my torso can touch hers, my erect penis pokes into her first.
"Oh my god, Jared. Not again, man." Alana sees me pitching a full blown tent in front of the class and facepalms at me.
"I'm sorry, I can't control it! Maria I'm sorry I swear I didn't mean anything by it." I apologize to an unimpressed Maria staring at my dick jutting in my underwear with her arms crossed.
"Jared I warned you about this beforehand!" I'm scolded by Dr. Klein. "This class is to be a safespace for our female students and by showing off your penis you're making a hostile environment for them! Cut it out this instant!" I wish I could but all this attention to my dick isn't helping.
"I'm sorry Doctor, but I can't make it go away immediately. It'll just take a few minutes..."
"No, I'm not letting you show yourself off to the class for one more second. Come here." She walks towards me and grabs my stiff dick over my boxer briefs. Her firm grasp feels good for a moment, but then she begins to twist it. I try to contort my body to follow my dick, but it's no use. For a few excruciating moments, Dr. Klein twists my dick and punctuates it with a firm slap to the head before letting go. Miraculously, her torture seems to have worked in scaring off my hard on almost immediately.
"Do \*\*not\*\* make me do that again, Jared." I was able to avoid a boner for the next few wrestling matches. While pretty much all of them struck me in the balls at least one. Few were as intense about it as Maria, Alana, or Dr. Klein. Lauren was an exception.
"Now it's Lauren's turn" Another group of disappointed hands fall down and a young woman with blonde hair and brown eyes excitedly walks up to the mat. She was wearing a normal short and t-shirt, but after kicking her shoes and socks off, she removed her shorts and shirt to reveal she was wearing a navy blue one-piece swimsuit. It looked like the kind a competitive swimmer would wear. She turns to Alana and said "I thought this would be something similar to what real wrestlers would wear. Will this work?"
Alana nodded back. "Should be fine, just as long as Jared doesn't get a boner again" Lauren laughed along with Alana's dumb little joke at my expense. Lauren squared up in the center of the mat across from me. I stood across from her and before Alana signaled the start of the match, we took a second to size each other up. If it weren't for the gender difference, we'd be a perfect matchup as she was about my height at 5'7". Her one-piece swimsuit did a decent enough job containing what looked to me like C cup breasts. Before beginning, she tied her blonde hair up in a ponytail. And before I knew it, the parade of wrestling the class had begun.
Lauren was a bit more grabby than most of the other women I've wrestled. She immediately went low and attempted to grab me by my ankles. It made me unable to move for a few seconds but did little to bring me down to the mat. I tried to use this as an opportunity to pin her down, but when I did she grabbed my wrists. I couldn't tell what her play her was because, again, this was not enough to bring me down. But quickly Lauren pulled my wrists towards her, bringing our bodies tightly close together face to face. After this, she made her true play and let go of one of my wrists to grab tightly on my two balls in one hand. It wasn't immediately painful, but she then started to pull on my balls further away from my body. Worried that she might rip them off, I had no choice but to submit to her pulls and follow my balls in every direction she pulled them in. At one point, she pulled them upward into the air, which was terrifying and painful, but fortunately short-lived. She eventually dragged them downward to the mat, bringing the rest of my body with them. She continued her grabbing and pulling across the mat. It seemed like she was playing with her food a little bit, much to the amusement of the class of onlookers. After a while of this, she got bored with pulling me all over, but started to squeeze on them. I had no idea how to make this stop and reflexively curled up into a ball and tried to wrestle her hands away from my testicles. I made eye contact at one point and was shocked at how much she seemed to be enjoying this. She had an unapologetic smile and her eyes were practically shining.
After another tight squeeze, she mercifully let go. I was in no shape to continue wrestling, so I didn't think to try to fight back at first. After a few seconds of being balled up on my back, Lauren then sat directly on top of my face, similar to how Dr. Klein did the first time I wrestled with her. But Lauren was more intentional about it. She seemed to be directly pushing down her pussy onto my face with some force. She leaned over and swatted my hands out of the way so he could grab my balls again. After securing her grasp, she seemed to be alternating between squeezing my balls and rubbing up on my face. After a few loops of this, I could feel her shaking and panting, and... moaning? After a few more, I can start feeling a bit of moisture on my face, and the squeezing started to go on for longer and longer. I start to realize what's happening. Lauren was riding my face to orgasm while squeezing on my nuts for her sadistic pleasure. As she climaxed, she punctuated her orgasm with punching my nuts with her non dominant hand. Not as harsh as some of the other blows I had taken today, but still excruciating. Without any involvement from Alana's behalf, Lauren just ended the match.
"Alright..." She said, still breathing heavily "I think I'm done here." Lauren stood up. Alana and the class was stunned.
"Well we didn't get a formal pin or a countdown or anything." Alana said. "But considering you totally just came on his face I'd say you win, Lauren!" This declaration got a mix of laughter and applause from the rest of the class.
"Oh my god you could tell? I'm sorry I'm so embarrassed." Lauren responded, sounding genuinely mortified.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Lauren." Dr. Klein reassured. "Wrestling is a physically stimulating and emotionally gratifying act. It's a perfectly normal and healthy bodily response." I seem to recall less understanding from Dr. Klein when I got an erection earlier but oh well.
"Congrats, Jared! You finally caused a female orgasm!" I roll my eyes at Alana's demeaning joke.
A few more wrestling matches come and go without as much abuse as Lauren and Maria's. I manage to win a few and protect my ego somewhat. I look at the clock and see the class is almost over and get hopeful that I might be let off the hook.
"Well it seems we still have two more students to go but only enough time for one more match." Dr. Klein, after crossing another student off her sheet.
"Maybe we can just stay late." Alana suggests, much to my chagrin.
"No, Alana, I'm afraid not. There's another class that meets in here soon. I want to make sure we have enough time to return the classroom to its normal order."
"Yeah, but it'd be unfair if just one girl doesn't get to go!" Alana complains
"Maybe we could just have both girls skip. I think most of the class gets the idea by now." I suggest, praying they go with it.
"No Jared, this is for class credit." Dr. Klein says dismissively. "But that gives me an idea. Sadie! Merissa! why don't you both come up here."
She's not about to suggest what I think she is, right? The remaining two girls walk up to the mat and wait for Dr. Klein and Alana's go-ahead signal.
"Jared, you're a strong man, I'm sure you can manage these two young ladies in the same match." Dr. Klein instructs me.
"Um, I don't see how that's going to work. Maybe we can just-" Dr. Klein cuts me off again.
"I'll make it easy for you. You only need to pin one of the two women for us to call it a win. Sounds fair?" It still doesn't.
"I just really think it won't be a fair figh-"
"Jared we are running out of time and you need to help us finish if you're going to receive your credit for assisting with this demonstration. I suggest you do your best in the match so we can complete the class for the day. Alana, give the signal when you're ready."
I apprehensively step into the circle with the two women. Fortunately, both are shorter than me at around 5'4". The shorter of which, Sadie, looks like she could be Alana's younger sister as she is also a Brunette but shorter than Alana by a few inches. She's wearing a tight black pair of shorts and a red top. To her left is Merissa, a young Black woman with long hair wearing a similar pair of workout clothes but in white. What they had in common was a strong looking, thick pair of thighs. The two stepped in and looked to Alana for her signal. "Alright guys, last round... Start!"
Merissa and Sadie were initially standing right next to each other to start, but quickly realized it'd be more advantageous to pivot to opposite sides of me. With Merissa on my right and Sadie on my left, I decide to just target Merissa and hope that I can pin her while Sadie tries to stop me. I turn to her quickly and try to make a quick grab at her back and try to bear hug her from behind to take out her arms. But her left hand quickly finds its way to my balls and quickly squeezes them. The pain isn't as intense as some other blows I've become accustomed to taking today. I focus my energy on throwing Merissa down to the mat and try to position myself over her to go for a pin. But by this point, Sadie gets involved and kicks me over onto my back. Sadie, while still standing up, uses this opportunity to step on my nuts and keeps applying pressure. I bend forward in pain but am able to drag her leg off of me to stop it before it gets out of control.
I pull down Sadie to the mat, joining Merissa and me. Merissa, having regained her balance from my earlier takedown, makes a hasty attempt at dragging me down at my waist. She grabs my hip with her right hand, but her left just grabs both of my testicles again. I fall forward onto my stomach. Merissa uses this as a chance to pin me, but I flip over onto my back, discarding her with me. Now on my back and with my legs spread, Sadie seizes this as her chance to step her foot onto my balls again. Only this time, because she has less leverage from laying down, it doesn't hurt nearly that much. But she then grabs both of my legs and pulls on them to up the force immensely. I recoil and try to stand up. I'm able to for a moment, but the pain in my genitals and stomach brings me to my knees. Merissa gets onto her knees to try to push me over again, but I'm able to out strengthen her and pusher onto the mat, with me pinning her down. I use my arms to pin her arms and head down, and keep the rest of her body using my own body weight. On the brink of victory, Alana meets me down to the mat to start the countdown.
"THREE!" Alana says while slapping the mat. She leaves a long gap in between these counts. This silence is filled with a brutal punch to the back of my testicles. Proof of how impossible this 2 on 1 scenario is, with me pinning down Merissa, Sadie now has unrestricted access to my nutsack dangling helplessly between my legs. "Aaaaand TWO!" This time, Sadie is able to time her second punch to Alana's countdown. I just need to endure two more seconds of this and I'll have won and ended the class. But now I know what Sadies doing, I'm dreading the sound of Alana's next count. "And ONE!" Sadie delivers her hardest bunch to the hyper-sensitive backpart of my nutsack. She knows she's on the brink of losing, so she put everything she had into it. Unfortunately, it worked. I let go of Merissa just before Alana was able to call match and curl up to protect my battered testicles. Merissa rolls over and takes a second to regain herself. But Sadie pounces on my head. She locks my head and neck in between her upper thighs.
I thought Alana would count this as a pin. My legs flail around helplessly and I'm not sure what I can do with my arms to get myself out of this. But after a few seconds of Sadie crushing my skull between her thick thighs, Merissa gets back into the fray. She grabs on my legs and raises it in the air while putting her body weight on my other leg. Alana finally decides to start slapping the mat to count down again. "THREE!" Her slap is punctuated by Merissa dropping her bodyweight through her knee right onto my bruised jewels. Alana is taking her sweet time in between counts. She raises her hand to slap the mat again. "Aaaaand TWO!!" This time, Merissa drops her weight on my balls in sync with Alana's counts, just like Sadie was doing a minute or two ago. I'm unable to process the pain fully because, thanks to Sadie and her thighs, I'm having a hard time breathing easily. "ONE!!" Again, I can feel the muffled screams of pain shoot up from my groin as I struggle to breath. After what feels like an eternity Alana finally calls match.
"Aaaand MATCH!! Merissa and Sadie win!!" Sadie lets go quickly allowing me to breath finally. But Merissa is still holding my leg up. She tries to raise herself up to stand but ends up putting her knee on my balls one more time as leverage. She and Sadie are finally able to stand up and leave me be. I'm stuck rolling on the floor, putting my full effort into breathing and coping with the testicular trauma inflicted on me. Dr. Klein, seemingly apathetic, is focused on sending off the class in a hurry.
"Ok class that will do it for today. Remember to have your reflection pieces of today's exercise uploaded before midnight!" She spoke loudly over the hustle and bustle of the women quickly exiting the classroom. Alana put her sweatshirt on over herself and handed me an ice pack, which had become tradition at this point. But she tries to help me up to get me out of the classroom.
"Come on big guy, you can't be napping here. You gotta be dressed before the next class shows up." Somehow, I'm able to get my clothes and shoes on and hobble out of the room. Alana and I manage to find a bench to sit on and debrief. I'm still icing my nuts while she brags about all the matches that other girls won. "Man, Jared. You really choked in that last fight with Sadie and Merissa. You just had to hold out like, two more seconds." I was in no mood for her shit at this point.
"Look Alana, I don't really care. I got my class credit and now I'm just trying not to die. Or trying to die to stop the pain. Not sure which." Alana chuckles.
"Don't be a sore loser, dude." I grumble at her dismissive response. She pauses for a second then says.
"Hey, why don't you come over to my place next weekend. I'll make it up to you with something fun. You'll enjoy it, I promise."
END PART 3