The Wrestling Tryout

All characters are over the age of 18

Coach Harlan was doing everything he could to impress the prestigious college scout. Ms. Elena Vargas walked beside him through the athletic wing, her high heels clacking against the tile floor as she listened idly to the wrestling coach’s well-rehearsed pitch.

“…and our wrestling program has produced multiple Division I athletes,” Coach Harlan said proudly. “But the crown jewel of our team is Brendan Halloway. Undefeated for three straight seasons. State champion. The kid is an absolute monster. Zero losses. He’s going to be a superstar at your level, little lady.”

Ellen smiled politely. She, of course, knew all about Brendan's undefeated record. She also knew about Coach Harlan and the type of program he ran. It was all machissimo, chauvinistic bravado. Ellen, quite a stunner in her early 30s, had been greeted by a few lewd comments and lingering stares from Harlan's squad before their coach took her on this little tour. Coach Harlan, himself, had also made more than a few inappropriate passes at her and she had grown more than tired of him calling her "little lady."

“I’m looking forward to seeing Brendan in action," Ellen said with a forced grin. Secretly, she imagined the big, cocky young man being pinned in front of a large crowd while his pig of a coach watched on, humiliated. Unfortunately, she knew that Brendan Halloway was indeed a great wrestler, probably the best in the state. It was unlikely she'd ever get her wish. "You’ve talked him up quite a bit," she added as Coach Harlan showed her around a corner toward the school gymnasium.

"You're about to see why," Coach Harlan grinned with absolute confidence as they approached the main gym doors. “The team is holding tryouts today and Brendan insisted on working in the would-be recruits. He begged me to invite the entire senior class to watch him toss them around. Poor bastards," he laughed. "What can I say, my boy loves to show off his skills." He gave Ellen a lusty look from her heels up past her nylon-clad legs and landed on her chest. "Just like me, little lady."

Ellen did her best to hide a grimace. "Is this the gym?" she asked innocently, pointing to the double doors before them.

Coach Harlan slowly pulled his eyes up from her chest, not even attempting to hide his lurid gaze. "Sure is. Get ready for a display that'll knock those heels off. This kid is the future of your program.”

He pushed the doors open with dramatic flair.

CRRRRRRUUUUNCHHHHHH.

The sound echoed through the gym like a hammer driving into a bagful of walnuts.

Right in the center of the mat, Brendan Harlan, the undefeated captain of Coach Harlan's championship wrestling team, lay flat on his back. Above him, spreading his legs obscenely wide, a petite, athletic girl in a tight red wrestling singlet drove her sneaker straight down between the V of his outspread limbs with explosive force. Her rubber sole smashed his tender organ against his pelvis with devastating impact. Brock instantly flipped upright into a seated position, eyes crossed and mouth frozen in a perfect O.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeep!” Brendan screeched at a ludicrously high pitch, his once-deep, commanding voice cracking into a humiliating girlish squeal as Samantha, his female opponent, pressed her sneaker firmly into the mound between his legs, grinding down hard.

"Oh my," gasped Ellen at the sight she had just walked into. Her heart was fluttering like mad in her chest, her breath literally taken from her. She was suddenly extremely flushed and completely rapt on the scene before her, a beautiful young lady standing so dominantly above her hulking male opponent, foot driving hard right into his most delicate and sensitive of areas.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooh," came a chorus from the crowd of students gathered. Ellen saw multiple boys covering their own groins in instinctive sympathy pains for their emasculated captain. She was also extremely pleased to see a large number of female spectators mixed in with the audience, covering their mouths in shock but with fires lit behind their eyes with an intense desire to feel exactly what Samantha must be feeling at that very moment, with the hulking Brendan Halloway's manhood compressed to the breaking point beneath the sole of their sneaker.

The entire gym erupted.

Coach Harlan froze mid-step, his face pale. “What-what the hell is going on?!”

Ellen turned to him gleefully and raised an elegant eyebrow. “Coach," she purred coyly, "is this the undefeated captain you’ve been telling me about?”

Brendan, still seated bolt upright with Samantha's sneaker crushing his tender nuts, answered for his coach, finally finding his voice — a few octaves higher than usual.

“You win," he squeaked, gazing pleadingly into the smiling eyes of the girl crushing his balls. "You can be the captain.”

Coach Harlan stammered. “Brock! What happened?! What is going on!?"

Samantha kept her foot planted solidly on Brendan's groin, smiling sweetly as she turned to the duo standing at the doors. “Oh hi, Coach Harlan," she called chipperly. "I just came by to try out for the wrestling team. Brendan said girls couldn't wrestle and that I should go join the cheer squad instead." She shrugged at gave the boy beneath her foot a coy grin. "So I challenged him. And, well… here we are.”

She giggled and pressed her foot down a bit harder with a twist. There was another soft crunch beneath her sole that brought her, and the watching Ms. Vargas, extreme pleasure.

The move for Brendan, unfortunately, was not as pleasurable. “I think you broke one,” he squeaked, eyes widening even further.

"Yes!" cried out a girl in the crowd breathlessly, unable to stop herself. "Make him hurt, Samantha!"

Coach Harlan watched on, mouth agape, unable to process what he was seeing.

Ellen tilted her head. “So, is this Brendan still the captain you’ve been hyping up?” she asked him.

Samantha beamed innocently. “Well, he just said I'm the new captain.” Samantha looked down at the whimpering boy beneath her sneaker. “Didn't you, Brendan?”

She twisted her foot sharply on his nuts once more. Another wet crunch echoed across the mat. The entire crowd let out a long, sympathetic “Oooooooohhhhhhhhh”

Brendan's eyes rolled back as he squeaked out in a high-pitched, broken voice, “Yep… you’re definitely the captain!”

Then his body went limp, flopping back hard onto the mat, limbs spread wide. He passed out cold, Samantha's sneaker still compressing his tender organs to their extreme limit beneath her sole.

The girls in the gym went absolutely wild, screaming, jumping and cheering. The boys, meanwhile, looked pale, as if they were about to pass out themselves.

Ellen felt faint herself. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed and was eager to spend a few moments alone in private releashing this memory, again and again and again.

Coach Harlan stood stockstill, mouth and eyes wide.

Ellen clapped him on the shoulder. "Well, it looks like I did find a great new talent for our university from your program," she told him. “How would you like a full scholarship, little lady?" she called out to Samantha.

The female wrestler smiled widely and, mercifully, peeled her sneaker from off of Brendan's groin. She felt his balls struggling to regain their former shape as she did so and smiled wider at the sensation. She had really pummeled them. Still unconscious, Brendan let out a soft, high-pitched whimper. 'Maybe I did actually break one,' Samantha thought to herself with satisfaction.

Samantha gave the college scout a bright, grateful smile. “Thank you! I hope college wrestlers are a little tougher than Brendan!"

"Oh," said Ellen, adjusting her skirt and feeling her nylons growing damp, "I think you'll have lots of opportunities to improve that move I just saw you pull off. Maybe Coach Harlan would even like to stop by and watch his little lady in action. Huh, Coach?"

Coach Harlan could only blubber in response.