Matches 9. The girls break the boys' resistance. By Hardie hardiewh@aol.com So far: The school PE teachers had arranged for a couple of end of term matches between the boys and the girls. The seven-a-side rugby match had ended disastrously for the boys, who lost heavily! They had also lost a 'battle of the sexes' fight with the girls in the sports pavilion. Now they were about to pay the price of defeat! Miss Forbes, the Head of School, continues her narrative. I must explain that I had told everyone concerned that my sole purpose in hearing these accounts was to gather material for my PhD thesis in psychology. No one would be penalised in any way because of what they told me. I have edited the accounts for reasons of continuity, etc. I now carry on with the rest of Mr. Dawe's account. ........................................................................... "Well, well, what do we have here?" I started with shock! It was Miss Winton, Helen. In my excitement I'd forgotten I'd offered to give her a lift from the playing fields. Her eyes glinted with amusement as I wilted with embarrassment and tried to cover my erection with my hands. She looked through the mirror. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I see the boys' rugby team are suffering the same fate as their hockey team. This is a bad day for male egos! And," she said dangerously, "you've been standing here watching it all happen. I expect you've been playing with yourself, while I've been waiting outside, knocking on the door with no result, standing there like a lemon while you're......Take your hands away from your genitals!" she ordered. Meekly, I complied. "I thought so!" she said, eyeing my throbbing erection. "While you're standing here enjoying yourself! Well, we'll just see how things develop in there, then I'll deal with you later!" ............................................................................ (This is Ms Forbes, Head Of School again. I now continue the narrative with part of the account of Miss Helen Winton, a most promising , young assistant PE teacher. I thank her for the honesty and sincerity of her account.) I was seething with excitement, but somehow managed to keep up a cool front. Surprising Dawe in such a compromising situation was thrilling enough, but to have him, a beautifully muscled hunk of masculine power, submit so meekly to my orders was ecstatic! I've always been the bossy type, ideal as a teacher really. But what made me take on Dawe I'll never know. I mean, I'm a five foot five, hundred and thirty pound woman (though with a good figure, if I do say so myself!) and Dawe is at least six foot tall and about two hundred pounds of hard male muscle! Yet, even though he towered over me, and my heart was pounding with trepidation as I confronted him, I could sense that my will was stronger than his. I just instinctively seized the moment, put on my most self-confident front, and won! And now I had this magnificent male animal completely cowed, waiting on my orders. What a buzz! To add to my excitement, I could see through the one way glass of the mirror that the girls were making the boys strip naked. All these beautiful young male athletes were stripping off their rugby gear, most of them still sobbing with pain, shame, whatever, as they divested themselves of their garments. "Look," I told Dawe, "the girls are now going to completely humiliate and emasculate the boys. Stand here and watch." I made him stand beside me, slightly turned towards me, then I took hold of his balls in one had and gently squeezed. "We're going to enjoy this, aren't we Dawe!" I applied a bit of pressure to the man's balls. His whole, mightily muscled body tensed. "Y..yes H..Helen....." "Miss Winton to you!" I snapped. He gulped, then gasped as I squeezed his balls a bit harder. "Y..yes M..Miss Winton.." He succumbed. His body was trembling, either with excitement or fear at being held by the balls by a woman. Either way, his member thrust upwards and outwards in a throbbing, towering testimony of his sexual surrender, the surrender of a Herculean hunk of a man to a slender young woman. .............................................................................. .......... (Ms Forbes:- The next account I'm using is one of several similar reports from the girls. It's by Fiona Hart, who played extremely well in the rugby match against the boys.) My name is Fiona Hart. I really enjoyed beating up Campbell. I should be ashamed to say that really, but the truth is that I got a real buzz from putting him down, and from the total destruction of the boys by the girls. The boys gave in so easily, Miss. They were as useless at fighting as they were at rugby! They were bigger and stronger than us girls but they hardly put up any resistance when we got stuck into them. They just crumbled and fell; big, tough boys beaten up by girls half their size! I think that's why we treated them so badly afterwards. We didn't respect them any more. From my own perspective, a big part of me wanted the boys to assert themselves. And when they didn't, I was disappointed in them, and eventually so contemptuous of them that I enjoyed beating them up and humiliating them. I felt that they asked for it by being so feeble! We had some fun posing with our feet on the boys' naked bodies and our arms raised in triumph as we used our cell phones to capture the images of each other. It was all a bit heady and chaotic until Myra, our team captain, took charge. First, she made all the boys lie face down with their legs together and their hands on their heads. This gave us girls a perfect view of their really neat backsides, all clenched in fear, and looking very sexy! I wanted to run my hands over them and even spank them a bit and, well, it made me feel really hot Miss! Along part of one wall in the pavilion hall is a rack of wall bars, about eight feet wide and ten feet high. We use it to help with stretching exercises before games lessons and matches. Alongside that was a veritable treasure trove for girls bent on mischief - four baskets of 'small games' apparatus. Among other things, these baskets contained skipping ropes, rounders bats and what we called 'stool ball' bats. These are slightly larger than ping-pong bats, but unsprung and without any covering: Ideal paddles for smacking boys' bums! Myra gave Monica Friend and I our instructions. We took Ross Campbell first, while the other girls kept watch over the rest of the prostrate boys. Ross was probably the strongest boy there, but we'd already given him a good beating and were confident we could handle him. Monica made him stand up. She took hold of the boy's left ear lobe and marched him purposefully over to the wall bars, swung him round so that his back was against the bars, looked him straight in the eye, and said, "Get your arms up as high as you can! Higher, reach higher! Get hold of the wall bar and just hang there!" And he obeyed completely! It was some sight, one of the most powerful boys in the school being dragged across the floor by a slip of a girl, and made to hang in position on the wall bars, and he offered no resistance. This magnificently muscled, powerfully built young male just hung there, crying pathetically, while young Becky and I lashed him to the wall bars with skipping ropes. We repeated the process with Rundle, and then Bryant. Rundle at least tried to put up a fight, attempting to break away from Monica, and throwing a punch at me, as soon as he got to his feet. But I was expecting some trouble and stopped him very quickly by ducking under his fist and slamming a punch of my own straight into his dangling balls! That put him down again, and a couple of kicks in the ribs soon had the boy begging us to stop hurting him. This time we frog marched him across the floor, with Monica holding him by the ear, and me holding him by the balls, my hand going between his legs from behind. Every step was agony for the poor boy, and he was in tears by the time we'd strung him up beside his mate. After that Bryant came quietly enough. And we soon had three strapping young men spread-eagled on the wallbars, all totally helpless.........and every one of them had an erection! ........................................................... (Ms Forbes:- This is part of Ross Campbell's account. I found his description of how he froze when confronted by a girl particularly interesting. I think this happens more frequently than we think, and could account for several recent occurrences: A large police officer beaten up and left unconscious in the street by a sixteen year old runaway girl when he tried to take her in. A Royal Marine Commando given such a beating by a slender young lesbian, when he tried to pick up her girl friend in a pub, that he had to be taken to hospital. A husky male athlete beaten up and mugged by a girl in the car park of a night club. I could go on!) When the girls attacked I just froze, like a rabbit mesmerised by a stoat. I just stood there, helpless, while Monica got me by the hair and twisted my arm up behind my back and Fiona punched me in the face. I tried to summon up my strength to get free, but my muscles felt like water and I couldn't escape the punishment being dished out by the girls. Fiona's fists kept smacking into my face and body, and I began to cry, more out of frustration at allowing this to happen than anything else. Then Fiona kicked me in the balls. God, that hurt! The pain was terrible. My legs gave way. I would have gone down like a burst balloon, except that Monica had hold of my hair and was twisting my arm. The whole weight of my body went onto my arm and hair, causing me even more pain, until Monica let me go. I sank to the floor and lay there in agony, moaning, crying, holding my balls, only vaguely aware of the pain in my shoulder where my arm had been almost wrenched out of its socket. I was in no condition to resist when Monica made me stand up and marched me over to the wall bars. I, a hulking six foot male, was truly terrified of the girls by now and only wanted them to leave me alone. They made me stretch up, with my legs wide apart, and reach up as high as I could. Then they tied me to the wall bars. As I hung there completely naked, helpless, shoulder in pain, balls on fire and at the mercy of the girls, a strange feeling came over me. I felt myself tingle with excitement as I watched the scantily clad girls break Rundle's resistance as he tried to stop them tying him up. Fiona was so fearless and so graceful as she outfought the bigger, stronger boy and sent him folding to the floor with a stunning uppercut into his balls. She looked so gorgeous as she stood over him, eyes gleaning, flushed with yet another victory over a male. My cock just stiffened, lifted, and stood out straight and proud, a display over which I had no control, a display silently clamouring for female attention by its throbbing intensity. All the girls looked stunning. Their brief navy blue gym knickers showed off their beautiful, tanned legs to perfection. Some of them wore their briefs at hipster level, leaving their stomachs bare from the elastic tops of their knickers to the hems of their white, aertex sports shirts. The tantalising sight of barely defined muscles rippling seductively under the toned flesh of these slender, young, female athletes was enough to turn my own muscles to jelly, which is why I'd been so badly beaten when I fought against the girls. Rundle and Bryant were soon lashed to the wall bars alongside me. Whether it was the inevitable contact of their naked bodies with the girls who tied them up, or the feeling of sensations similar to my own. I don't know, but, by the time the girls had finished stringing them up, both the boys had raging erections to rival my own; much to the delight of all the girls watching our humiliation! Diana McBride, Paula Smith and Joanne Ridley, meanwhile, had rendered the rest of the boys helpless by tying their hands behind their backs. Now they made Foot, Williams and Hooper crawl over to the wall bars, using the stool ball bats on their exposed buttocks, giggling and giddying them up to encourage progress. Don Fletcher was left sitting on the floor, being watched by young Becky. Myra Marshall, the captain of the girls' rugby team was looking extremely excited as she had the boys herded into place by the girls. "Now we're going to play a little game," she announced, "with prizes at the end!" She pointed to the boys kneeling on the floor. "Stand up!" she ordered. They stood! three strapping young men, standing with their heads down, all resistance broken. And their cocks told the same story as mine! They all had hardons! "I overheard my mum's friend, Ms Fiona Mack, describing this game when she came to visit. Girls, you have to make sure the boys maintain their erections. Use your hands if you have to. You know what I mean!" She grinned. "We all know how to give a boy a hardon, right?" "They seem to be doing very well all on their own," someone said, causing a release of nervous laughter from the girls. I suspected that most of the girls were having an intimate encounter with boys' sexual organs for the very first time! They had proved their expertise at attacking boys' balls to bring them down! I hoped they'd be equally accomplished at manipulating boys' balls to bring us up! Not that I needed any help. The mere sight of the girls was enough send my cock expanding to limits it had never reached before! "Right," said Myra, licking her lips and rolling her eyes dramatically. "Marvellous, aren't they! Well, now they're going to have a cock fight! Each pair are going to bang their cocks together until one of them cums! Girls, move them close to the boys on the wallbars so that their cocks are touching. That's it. Make them do it. Smack them if they resist!" And the boys resisted all right! Williams was opposite me. When he realised what the girls were going to do he tried valiantly to prevent it happening, bracing his muscular legs, bucking and twisting his body to try to stop the girls from putting him through such a humiliating ordeal. For a moment I thought Williams was going to escape. His arms, with his hands tied behind his back, were being held by Paula Smith and Diana McBride and he was a good head and shoulders taller than either of them. The first explosive reaction of the boy's powerful frame threw Diana off balance, causing her to let go with a screech of alarm. Paula hung on grimly. Williams tried to break her hold by throwing his body into a spin. However, his tethered arms curtailed his movements and affected his balance. The skilful female fighter coolly stuck one shapely leg between Williams's limbs, tripping him up and sending his massive body crashing to the floor. Quick as a hunting cat, the girl pounced, straddling the boy's broad back, sitting on his bound arms, probing under his buttocks until she found his balls. Then she squeezed with all her strength. Williams screeched in agony. Paula kept up the pressure, calling to Diana to pass her a stool ball bat. At first Williams bucked and squirmed, trying to shake the girl from her perch on his back . But this was soon reduced to a feeble kicking of his legs as the girl laced into his buttocks with her paddle. By now Foot had been totally subdued. Betty Boyle had him by the hair, bending his body back with her knee in the middle of his spine, while Monica Friend stood in front of him, legs apart, holding the terrified boy by the balls. "One false move, and I'll rip them off!" she warned, and the boy, trembling with fear, tears streaming down his face, offered no more resistance. Joanne Ridley was finishing off Scott Hooper. She had bundled him into the wall as he too tried to escape humiliation. And she held him there, pinning him by throat with one hand and driving punches into the boy's reddening, muscular stomach with the other. Hooper began to cry and begged the girl to stop. Joanne carried on. Hooper's pleading became pitiful. Her arm got tired from punching the boy. She let go of his throat and angrily marched him by his ear into his cock fighting position. He stood there, head bowed, tears streaming, as the girl regarded the boy she'd broken with utter contempt. She slid her hand under the boy's balls. He moaned with pleasure at her touch. "Now get your cock up!" she said. "Look at me and get your cock up!" He did! Williams was also broken. Paula made him shuffle on his knees to his cock fighting position opposite me, where she let him stand up. He was crying uncontrollably, a magnificently built male athlete totally broken to the will of the nubile young girl who had beaten him. To be cont...................................