Jake's Confusion
By OldDave000@aol.com
A teenage boy doesn't understand why he loses to a girl


The following story is a continuation of a story begun by Brooksie. His story
ended with a beautiful cheerleader being stopped by the football coach as she
was thrashing his Q-back. As she released him she promised the Q-back that she
wasn't through with him. After reading this story I e- mailed Brooksie and
told him what a great story it was and how I looked forward to the sequel. He
responded with his thanks but said he had many other projects to work on and
suggested that I might try writing the sequel. I wrote that sequel that
described the next fight that ended with a thoroughly beaten and despondent
boy once again being overcome by a beautiful, smaller girl. Like many of you I
enjoy the stories of BeegBoy, Hardie, Brooksie and others who write about
smaller girls defeating larger, and supposedly stronger, boys and men and
thought I might examine the protagonist's, and all of our, motivations in
finding enjoyment in this genre. The following story continues the sage of
this confused young man as he deals with the emotions that overtake him as a
result of these encounters. It asks, but does not answer, two questions: Does
he lose to a smaller, supposedly weaker, girl because he is actually weaker,
or Does he lose because the fact that this is a turn-on makes him act weaker?

Hope you enjoy it. Please e-mail any comments or if you wish to discuss this
subject further.

The morning after Cathy had so thoroughly whipped him Jake awoke sorer than he
had ever been from a football game. Cathy had really hurt him and he knew he
did not want to ever go through that again. Yet he was also confused. He had
once again been completely powerless in the face of a girl yet; last night
when he had been replaying the fight in his mind, he had gotten a major
hard-on and had the best orgasm he could remember.

Like all other boys his age he had masturbated but he had never had quite this
sensation and he did not understand it. How could he so enjoy something that
had caused him so much embarrassment, pain and suffering? What was wrong with
him that even now, thinking about Cathy sitting on his stomach and flexing her
beautiful biceps, had him getting hard? Was he some kind of pervert? He knew
he did not enjoy the pain that Cathy had caused, and never wanted to go
through that kind of a beating again, but he couldn't stop thinking about her
dominance and being turned-on by the memory of his helplessness against her
superior strength. These thoughts were interrupted as he once again pleasured
himself with the memory of Cathy's marvelous legs squeezing his body while her
sexy arms tighten around his throat. After he was done a feeling of shame at
what had pleasured him mixed with the pleasure of his orgasm, leaving him more
confused and upset.

In the days to come Jake found that he was in a set routine. At school he went
morosely from class to class, carrying Cathy's books for her, getting her
lunch at noontime and otherwise waiting on her. Since he had almost nobody to
talk to, particularly about his "problem" Jake spent a lot of time thinking
about it. He also found himself drawn to magazine stores and finding pictures
and articles of women wrestlers whom he added to his nighttime sessions, and
he found that his fantasies about wrestling and losing to them brought him
almost as much pleasure as his real life remembrance of his two times with
Cathy. While Cathy had offered him a chance to get even Jake was not about to
take her up on it since she had really hurt him before. He knew it wasn't the
pain and suffering that turned him on, it was the physical dominance by a
smaller female. He had arm-wrestled Cathy two or three times and she had
beaten him easily, memories that he added to his nighttime pleasures.

These arm-wrestling sessions convinced Jake that Cathy was not just a better
wrestler but that she was also stronger than he was. She also proved this by
out lifting him at both squats and bench-pressing. But Cathy was very unusual.
Jake knew that he was stronger than most girls and he began to think that if
he wrestled an average girl and beat her he would not only regain some of his
self-respect but also perhaps eliminate this perversion that was both
pleasuring and torturing him. He started to think about who he could get to
wrestle him, not fight him like Cathy did, just a competitive wrestling match
where no one got hurt but he got the satisfaction of making a girl say uncle.

As he thought more and more of this way out of his quandary he thought of
Judy, the older of two sisters who lived down around the corner from his
house. Judy was his age, a slim, dark haired beauty of French and Italian
ancestry, who was not an athlete like Cathy. She was more of a student and
popular girl and had been a Homecoming Princess last fall. She was feisty as
Jake remembered from their younger days when she had been somewhat of a Tomboy
wanting to participate in all the boys' games. She had even challenged one of
the older boys to a fight once, but nothing had come of it.

So Jake decided that he would try to get Judy to wrestle him. The next
afternoon after he got home from school he went over to Judy's house. He knew
she was home alone, as he had seen her younger sister Susie going down the
street with some friends and her Mom's car was not in the garage. He and Judy
were taking physics together and she was a wiz at it, so Jake's excuse in
going over was a question he had for an upcoming test. Carrying his Physics
book Jake knocked on her door.

"Well if it isn't Jake," said Judy as she opened the door, "What are you
doing, hiding from Cathy?"

"No, I don't have to hide from her," replied Jake, turning red as he did when
anyone mentioned his encounter with Cathy, "I just have a Physics question to
ask you."

"OK, come on in and I'll help you." "Do I have to pound it into your head like
Cathy did," teased the smiling Judy.

O boy thought Jake, what a nice opening she has given me. Out loud he
responded, "you wouldn't have a chance against me little girl, you've got
brains, not muscle like Cathy."

"I could take you down and make you say uncle easily," challenged the secretly
excited Jake.

"I doubt that," replied Judy, accepting this new challenge. "As easily as
Cathy handled you I think I might even be able to beat you."

"Yeah, well she just caught me by surprise. It wasn't a fair fight," Jake
replied.

"The only thing unfair about that fight was how over matched you were," said
Judy. "You didn't stand a chance which is why I think I might be able to beat
you too."

"You don't even know anything about wrestling and I outweigh you by 50lbs."
disputed Jake.

"It didn't look like you knew much yourself," replied Judy. "I have beaten
Susie a few times and I did watch what Cathy did to you."

"OK, you're on," said Jake. ". It'll be fun to make you say uncle."

"You might be in for another surprise, Jake," replied Judy as they moved the
coffee table and a stool out of the way.

"Lets start on our knees since we don't have a lot of room in here" she
suggested.

As it was a warm, early spring day both were in shorts with Jake wearing a Tee
shirt and Judy in a sleeveless top. They knelt down on the carpet facing each
other with their arms out stretched. Even on their knees Jake towered over the
smaller girl. He had broader shoulders and larger arms that appeared more
muscular than Judy's arms that, while slim, were firm and showed definite
definition as she tensed them in preparation to doing battle with her friend.

Jake moved first, and tried to wrap his right arm around Judy's neck and bring
her to the ground in a headlock. But it didn't work as Judy ducked under his
grab and pushed him down on his face as he reached for her. Judy followed this
up by jumping on his back and wrapping both her arms around his neck.

She didn't really know anything about wrestling or applying holds but she
figured if she just hung on she could tire Jake out. When she had wrapped her
arms around Jake's neck she had accidentally put one arm under his armpit so
her right arm was around his neck and her left was under his arm and pushing
it up, making it hard for Jake to get both hands on Judy's arms and pull her
hold apart.

"Hey Jake, we've just started and already you're on the bottom," crowed Judy.
"Want to give up?"

"No way, I'll get out of this soon," replied Jake, feeling both chagrin and
pleasure at the weight of this firm young girl on his back.

Damn, he thought as he notice his hard-on pressing into the rug, she's winning
and I'm enjoying it. But she's nowhere near as strong as Cathy; I should be
able to break this hold easily. But it wasn't easy. Judy may have been small,
5'5" and 120 lbs. but she was solid and had more than average strength. Using
his free arm Jake pushed up off the floor and rolled over with Judy still
clinging to his neck with all her strength.

They ended up with Judy underneath Jake and her arms around his neck and one
arm with Jake using his legs to push his body into Judy's in an attempt to
make her break her hold. Remembering Cathy's scissor hold on Jake, Judy
wrapped her legs around Jake's middle and began to squeeze as hard as she
could.

Like almost all girls and women, Judy had strong leg muscles and it hurt when
she pressed them into Jake's sides. But not with the excruciating pain of
Cathy's scissors, and nowhere painful enough to make him say uncle. But
neither could he break the holds that Judy was applying to his head and waist.

"Looks like another girl can beat Jake," bragged Judy.

"You are easier to beat than my sister. " she taunted her struggling opponent.
" In fact this is so easy I wonder if you are really trying."

Jake was wondering the same thing, but each time he fruitlessly tried to
breakout, using what he was sure was his full effort, he failed. This can't be
happening thought Jake as he kept trying to get loose. She's a beauty queen
and a brain, not a strong athlete like Cathy. She can't be stronger than me,
he thought as she continued to hold him securely between her legs and arms.

"Come on Jake," prodded Judy. " This is getting boring."

"Why don't you just give up now and admit you've been defeated by a stronger
girl?"

"Either that or give me some fight," ordered the smaller girl as she began to
roll from side to side so that Jake's attempt to squash her between his body
and the carpet was neutralized.

"No, I won't give up," yelled Jake as he thrashed around trying to get lose
from this girl clinging to him so tightly.

"I'll show some real fight now," he said and began to twist and turn trying to
get loose. As he struggled Jake brought his left arm down and broke Judy's
hold on his neck.

Before he could take advantage of this partial freedom, Judy grabbed his chin
in her interlocked hands and began to pull back his head while pushing her
tightly squeezed legs in the opposite direction. Now Jake was in pain as he
felt his head pulled back and the heels of Judy's hands pressed hard on his
jaw, while her legs continued to squeeze his aching sides. She wasn't as
strong as Cathy by any means, and she didn't have anywhere near Cathy's
wrestling ability, but she was still dominating him and he couldn't seem to do
anything about it except get a hard-on.

Jake was still sure he was stronger than Judy and to prove it he used his two
free hands to take hold of her wrists and pull Judy's fingers apart. But they
didn't pull apart even though he was sure he was pulling down on her arms with
all his strength. Not only did Judy's arms not move downward, they kept
increasing the pressure on his head and neck.

This can't be, thought Jake. I know I'm stronger than she is, I can throw a
football 40 yards and I can bench-press a close to my own weight. I must not
be trying. With that thought Jake pulled with all his might at Judy's arms,
but to no avail, his head just kept being stretched.

"Come on Jake, give up," ordered Judy. "You can't get loose and I'm not
letting go until you say uncle."

Increasing her pressure on both holds Judy bore down on her trapped victim and
Jake, after failing at one more maximum effort to break lose, said, "OK, OK I
give. Let me go."

"Say uncle," demanded the victorious Judy.

"Uncle," said the despondent boy. ""You win this time."

Giving Jake a final squeeze with her legs Judy let go and, pushing Jake off,
sat up. Seeing Jake just lying there, Judy pushed him onto his back and sat on
his stomach, grinning down at him.

"That was fun Jake," she cooed, lightly patting his cheeks, "I guess I'm
stronger than the big athlete. Or I guess that's ex-athlete now that you've
been defeated by more than just super girl Cathy."

"You're not stronger than me," replied the shaken Jake, who was secretly
enjoying the feel of this firm young female body pressing down on him and
turning his insides to jelly, "You just got the first hold."

"Yeah but you couldn't get loose could you," replied Judy giving his cheeks
another pat.

"Quit that," ordered Jake as he grabbed Judy's wrists with large hands that
completely encircled her slim, feminine wrists. With a quick jerk he pulled
the unsuspecting Judy to one side and rolled out from under her leg.

He quickly got to his feet saying, "see, I got lose pretty easily didn't I."

"Sure it was easy when I wasn't even trying to hold you," replied Judy. "But
it doesn't prove you're stronger. You couldn't get loose when I was trying."

"Lets arm-wrestle. That will prove I'm stronger," countered Jake, sure that
his size and strength could overcome the smaller girl. Maybe he was just a
lousy wrestler.

"OK, whatever you want," replied Judy. "If that's what it takes to show you
I'll be glad to arm-wrestle you." And she stretched out on the floor and stuck
up her right arm.

Jake lay down facing her and grasped her smaller hand in his larger one,
saying, since he was left-handed, "I'll even beat you with my weaker arm."

"Lets go on three," the bigger boy suggested and, counting to three started to
put pressure on his opponent's arm.

But it didn't go down to the floor as he expected. Rather Judy's arm moved
down and little and then, with the cords in her neck straining, Judy brought
their arms back to an upright position and started to push Jake's arm to the
floor. This can't be happening thought Jake as he used all his strength to
bring Judy's progress to a halt with his arm about half way from the floor.

At least Jake thought he was using full strength but he wasn't sure because
this just didn't make sense. He had beaten guys much big than Judy at arm-
wrestling and here she was overpowering him in a test of pure strength. He
must not be giving it his all but, try as he might, using every bit of
strength he could muster, and with the friction of his movements on the floor
brining him closer to climax, he could not budget Judy's arm. After a brief
interval while Judy seemed to catch her breath, she again turned on what power
she had in her slim, but firm, arm and shoulder and slowly pushed Jake's arm
down until the back of his hand came to rest on the carpet.

"How about that," exclaimed Judy, "I guess my stronger arm is stronger that
your weaker one."

"But I still beat you, didn't I Jake," asked the triumphant beauty.

"Yeah, right-handed," murmured the surely Jake.

"OK, I guess I should give you a chance to win with you left hand, maybe your
stronger arm is stronger than my weaker one," she teased as she let go off his
hand she had been holding to the carpet and planted her left elbow on the rug
with her hand raised in invitation.

Jake wasn't so sure he wanted to do this since he knew, was positively
certain, that he was stronger and still Judy had won, and won decisively. It
now appeared possible that whatever they did she would win. And if she did
either he was really a weakling or somehow he so needed the girl to win that
his muscles didn't function as they should.

To compound his problems he had climaxed during the arm-wrestling match and
knew that he now had a wet spot on his shorts that would be visible for all to
see. So he reluctantly grasped Judy's left hand and, quickly saying one, two
three go tried to jerk her arm down before she was ready. All he succeeded in
doing is getting her hand about a quarter of the way down when Judy, exerting
all her strength, brought his progress to a stop.

After a short time holding him there with Jake putting on all the pressure he
could bring to bear, she began the same process as she had done with her right
arm. First she brought them back to neutral, and then began the slow, but
certain progress of Jake's larger, seemingly more muscular, arm down toward
the carpet. With a final burst Judy slammed Jakes hand into the carpet and
pinned it there, while Jake's head also sank to the floor in complete defeat.

"OK, Jake, now do you believe I'm stronger," asked the triumphant Judy.

"Come on, answer me," ordered Judy. "Or I'll just have to show you again.

As he lay there feeling the combined shame and pleasure of his defeat at the
hands of this beautiful girl he felt the wetness in his pants and knew that he
had to get out of there before Judy noticed what had happened to him.

Just then Judy's younger sister Susie walked into the house. Seeing her sister
lying on the floor seemingly holding Jake's arm to floor she asked, "what's
going on Sis?"

"Oh, I'm just helping Jake with his physics by showing him about weaker and
stronger forces," replied Judy with a tinge of laughter in her voice.

"Yeah, right," responded the skeptical Susie. "Looks to me like your arm-
wrestling and Jake lost."

"Can I try him next," she asked with a gleam in her eye. "If you can beat him
maybe I could too."

"I don't think so," replied her big sister. "He's not that strong but having
wrestled you both I think he would win."

This was music to Jake's ears and he was about to accept the challenge when he
remembered the stain on his pants.

"Next time Susie," he told the 13 year old. "Right now I'm late and have to
get home."

With that Jake grabbed his book from the table by where he and Judy had been
wrestling and, holding the book in from of his pants, almost ran from the
house.

On his way home and during that evening and at night in bed, Jake replayed
every move of his encounter with Judy and his nighttime reminisces brought him
the most pleasure he had every had from his orgasm. But still he didn't
understand it. He knew Judy had won and he knew he liked it even more than his
defeat by Cathy. Cathy was stronger he was and she was a better wrestler,
while Judy should not have been either. But still Judy had beaten him and,
while he was ashamed to the point of mortification, he was completely turn-on
by this fact. He may be perverted but he wasn't going to lose it by wrestling
supposedly weaker girls. That just seemed to increase the pleasure and added
to his confusion and shame.

But maybe he hadn't wrestled a weaker girl at all. Maybe Judy was, as she had
bragged, really the stronger of the two of them. He still didn't think she was
but, if that was the case, then he hadn't really tested his theory. And now he
knew there was a girl whom her sister, after wrestling Jake, had said was
weaker than he was. What he needed to do was to wrestle Susie, who, at 13, was
only 5'3" and about 110lbs. Since she had seemed eager to arm-wrestle him he
didn't think this would be much of a problem. With that pleasing thought Jake
fell to sleep.

The next day at school all Jake could think about was his defeat at the hands
of Judy and the possibility that he might get to wrestle and beat her sister
either today or sometime in the near future. As he walked down the hall he
felt someone bump his arm and he turned and looked down at a smiling Judy.

"How's the weakling today," she teased in her friendly way. "Want to go
another round or did I convince you enough yesterday?"

"Yeah, I'd love another chance at you," replied Jake with more confidence that
he felt. "You just got lucky yesterday."

"Even at arm-wrestling my weak arm against your strong one," questioned Judy?
"Didn't seem like there was much luck there."

Jake knew this was true but continued with his bravado.

"I was just tired yesterday." "Want to repeat the afternoon," he eagerly asked
his pretty tomentoress, excited at the idea of another session of being
dominated by this small, beautiful girl.

"Sorry, I've got play practice," responded Judy who had the lead in the junior
class play. "Maybe this weekend."

"OK I can wait," replied Jake who now knew that he might find Susie home alone
and get a chance to pin her until she said uncle. With that he saw Cathy
shooting a dagger look at him and hurried off before she got mad and
embarrassed him in front of the whole school again. At least Judy did not
seemed to have bragged about her victory over him and he didn't think she
would.

After school Jake hurried home and quickly changed and walked down to Judy and
Susie's house where he found the cute little eighth grader just coming out of
the house. She was dressed in shorts and a halter-top and smiled as she saw
Jake walking up.

"Hi, Jake, recovered from losing to my sister," she inquired? Obviously Judy
had told someone but Jake had known them both for a long time and was fairly
certain that they wouldn't spread it about the neighborhood.

"There was nothing to recover from," declared the flustered boy. "She just got
lucky."

"That's not what I heard," responded the younger girl who was not yet out of
her tomboy phase.

"Want to give me a chance to get lucky," grinned the spunky girl. "I bet I
could take you too."

With this challenge Jake now had his chance and quickly responded. "All right,
I guess you need a lesson."

"I'll take it easy on you, but you're going to say uncle before I'm through,"
the seemingly confident boy informed the small girl who was eight inches
shorter and 60lbs lighter than he was.

We'll see who says uncle," Susie responded as she turned back into the house.

"Come on let see what you've got."

Jake followed her into the house hopeful that this would give him a chance to
exorcise his demons but also excited at the opportunity of wrestling with, and
perhaps losing to, this small, young girl. With these conflicting thoughts
Jake went into the front room and helped Susie push back the furniture.

"Lets arm-wrestle first," suggested Susie, following up on her request of the
previous afternoon.

"OK," responded Jake, lying down and putting up his left hand.

"Hey, aren't you left-handed," challenged the young girl? "I'm right- handed."
"This isn't fair."

"We'll go with both hands but if you want to concede left-handed that's OK,"
Jake challenged his opponent.

In response Susie grasped his lager hand with her smaller one and said, "Lets
go."

"On three," ordered Jake who then immediately and quickly counted to three and
pushed hard against his small opponent.

Susie was not quite ready and therefore Jake got her arm down more than
halfway before she began to press back, temporarily halting his progress
toward victory. Jake was surprised that Susie had the strength to stop him but
he now had too much leverage. So, putting his superior weight into his push,
he was able to slowly, but much too slowly really, push Susie's arm down to
the carpet.

That really wasn't fair, thought Susie. First he goes with his stronger arm
against my weaker one and then he starts before I was ready. But, she
realized, he still had a hard time and I'll be ready next time. So, saying
nothing about Jake's fast start she put up her right hand and looked
challenging at Jake.

"Come on lets go, Jake", she said to the bigger boy as he slowly put up his
right hand and took hold of hers. "That's just the first arm."

As Jake counted to three Susie tightened her arm so that when the push came
from Jake she was able to hold him level. Then, looking him straight in the
eye, and with her small but well defined muscles standing out in an arm that
actually looked larger than her older sisters, she began to push and ever so
slowly began to force Jake's arm down. This can't be happening, thought Jake.
Judy said I was stronger so I must not be trying. With that thought he put on
a mighty burst of force and brought Susie's progress to a halt. But now the
tables were reversed and Jake's arm was halfway down and try as he might, he
could not budge the smaller girl's arm back.

After a few minutes during which Jake tired himself out and Susie seemed to
rest, Susie said, "that enough of this" and, with a burst of power of her own,
slammed Jake's hand to the floor.

"That's one a piece," exclaimed the triumphant young girl.

"Want to try one more Jake," she asked? "I'll even go left-handed again, just
to give you a fair chance."

"OK," replied the confused boy, now back in his conflicted state of shame
mixed with pleasure at being defeated once again by now an even smaller,
younger and supposedly weaker girl.

At least Judy had said Susie was weaker than she was, and than Jake was, but
he wasn't so sure. Susie had felt every bit a strong as Judy and had clearly
out-muscled him. But here again he couldn't be sure his body was full
responding to what his conscious mind told it to do. With these thoughts
coursing through his mind and his body sending its clear signal of pleasure,
Jake grasped Susie's small left hand.

On the count of three both started pushing with all their might and Jake was
beside himself as he watched his arm being slowly forced down under the push
of Susie's smaller, but tight and well defined, arm. In desperation Jake
locked the muscles of his arm, stopping Susie about a quarter of the way down.
With his arm locked she could not move his arm further but he could not bring
her arm up either.

They were at stalemate and neither one was going to concede so, after a few
minutes, Jake suggested that they call it a draw and Susie reluctantly agreed,
pointing out that it was Jake's not her arm that was part way down.

Rising to her knees and looking down at the still prone Jake, Susie said, "OK,
if it's still all even, lets wrestle to determine the winner." And she began
to pull at Jake to get him to rise and wrestle her.

Jake got to his knees, towering over the smaller girl and, put his hands on
her shoulders, said "lets go," and began pushing her back onto the carpet.

Before Susie could respond Jake had her on her back and had gingerly straddled
her small waist and pinned her arms to the ground with his hands encircling
her little wrists.

"Now I've got you little girl," exalted the bigger boy. "There is now way you
can get out of this."

But Susie didn't just lie there or surrender as Jake thought she would. Rather
she began to squirm and move her arms around trying to un-lodge the bigger,
heavier boy. As she squirmed Jake had more and more trouble holding her arms
still and she finally was able to overbalance her larger opponent and push him
off of her.

Jake rolled onto his side with his hands still grasping Susie's wrists and
tried to get her in a scissors hold as Susie rolled him onto his back and came
to her knees between his legs. However his legs did not go around her waist
but her hips while Susie, with surprising strength, twisted her arms outward
and down, breaking Jakes grip on her wrists.

Before he could react the lithe young girl had pushed his legs apart, moved up
onto his stomach and grabbed his wrists. She now had him pinned in the exact
position Jake had occupied just minutes earlier.

"Gotcha Jake," she bragged as he struggled to throw her off.

"You want to give up now," she smirked, looking down at the bigger boy trying
to get loose from this small girl perched on top of him.

"No way do you have me," Jake told her as he pushed up with both his body and
his arms, trying to un-lodge this little girl.

But it wasn't easy. Even though Susie only weighed 110lbs. Jake found it
harder to push her arms up than it was to bench press a much greater weight.
He was finally able, by both pushing with his arms and bucking with his body,
to roll Susie off to his right side. As she rolled off Susie, rather than
trying to hold both of Jake's wrists, grabbed his right wrist with both hands
and, as Jake started to sit up snaked her short, shapely legs around his
narrow waist. Locking her small feet she tightened her legs around Jake and
stretched out his right arm under her prone body and began twisting his wrist.

Jake was once again on his back and trapped in a double hold. Try as he might,
he could not break either hold. He attempted to separate her legs with his
free hand but could not; all he could do was feel the firm muscles in her
calves as they squeezed him with exquisite pressure. They were not painful
like Cathy's or maybe even as strong as Judy's, but they could hold him and he
knew he would never forget the site or the feel of those dainty little feet
crossed at the ankles with those hard, shapely calf muscles pressing into his
stomach.

Nor could he get his right arm free as Susie had it stretched straight out and
was partially laying on it while twisting his wrist. Neither hold was painful
enough to make him surrender and what pain she was inflicting was far
outweighed by the pleasure he was getting from his subordinate position. He
was once again enjoying being held helpless by a smaller girl.

"Now I've gotcha and you can't deny it Jake," exalted his young aggressor.

"And you're not getting out till you give up," declared Susie as she increased
the pressure. But still Jake wouldn't surrender.

"Come on Jake, give up," ordered Susie. "I'm not letting you loose until you
do."

"No surrender," replied Jake, his voice tight with the strain from the
pressure of the young girl's strong legs. "I guess we'll have to call it a
draw, just like we did the last arm-wrestle."

"You wish," retorted the frustrated young girl. "I got loose when you had me
and now I've got you and you can't get loose."

"That means that I win no matter what you say" she defiantly declared.

"I only lose if I give up and I'm not going to do that," replied Jake as he
continued to enjoy being trapped between Susie's legs.

"You're pretty strong but not strong enough to make me give," Jake informed
her.

"We'll see about that," Susie responded as she let go of her scissors and,
still holding his right arm, braced her right foot against his back and pushed
him onto his stomach. Rolling over and sitting on his back she twisted his
sore right arm up between his shoulder blades, bring a cry of pain from Jake.

"Not so easy now is it Jake," she asked as she grabbed his free arm and, using
both hands while her body held his right arm firmly pushed up in an unnatural
position, twisted his left arm behind his back.

"Now I've really got you Jake," she exclaimed with joy. "You're completely
helpless and I'm just going to sit here and twist your arms till you give up."

She then began to apply more pressure and Jake, with no leverage, really was
completely helpless. In addition her hold was starting to make his arms go
numb and her bouncing around with her butt on his back and butt was bringing
him closer to a climax. He still loved where he was but now knew he had to
give up or Susie would keep him in this position till her Mom got home and
then there would be trouble.

"OK, OK, I give, just let me go," pleaded the beaten boy. "You win this time."

"Don't give me this "˜this time' stuff, Jake," ordered the victorious Susie.

"You know I beat you after you had me down and were on top," she pointedly
reminded her defeated opponent.

"You lost fair and square and I don't want to hear about me being lucky or
anything like that."

"I'm not going to let you up till you admit that I fairly and completely
defeated you," Susie informed her overwhelmed opponent, giving his sides a
squeeze with her knees.

"How do like it that you can't do anything until this little, younger girl
lets you," she asked giving his arms another push?

"OK, you won fair and square and not by luck," admitted the beaten Jake. "And
I hate the idea that you're in control," he lied, knowing now that he loved
it.

With that Susie rose triumphantly from Jake's back but he just continue to lay
there with his hands still behind his back. They had gone numb under Susie's
pressure and he could not get them untwisted.

"Susie, could you help me with my arms," he pleaded.

"Boy you are beaten," she responded as she pulled his arms back from his back
and half lifted him from the floor.

"I'm sorry Jake," she said. "I didn't mean to hurt you," she apologized to the
beaten boy. "I was just having fun and didn't know I was this much stronger
than you."

"I don't think you are that strong," replied Jake. "Things just got carried
away."

"Where did you learn to wrestle like that," he asked?

"I don't really know," she replied. " I've wrestled with Judy a few times but
never had a chance with her, she would just sit on me till I gave up."

"I have seen the boys at school wrestle around and I guess I just was copying
what I saw." "well you pretty good at it, complimented Jake. "I'm not so sure
she can beat you after what I've experienced the last two days. You're every
bit as strong as she is, maybe stronger," he told the smiling young girl.

"Gee, thanks Jake," Susie replied proudly. "I might just give her a try."

"It was sure fun wrestling you though," she told him. Can we do it again? I
promise to go easier on you next time."

"Sure, anytime Susie," replied Jake, as he experienced both a feeling of
humiliation and a thrilling tingling in his loins at Susie's condescending
superiority.

"You wont have to go easier. Next time it will be you who gives up, not me,"
Jake bragged, knowing that this was not true. He had had all the advantages
this time and been out muscled by this smaller, and he was sure, weaker girl.
A situation that wasn't going to change the next time he wrestled Susie or any
other girl. He still didn't know if he was really weaker or if his so enjoying
a girl's apparent superiority caused him to not be able to use his full
strength even when he was sure he was trying his hardest. But he did know that
he enjoyed this too much to stop. Maybe when he began to have real sex with a
girl (he was still a virgin) he would lose this urge. But for now he got too
much pleasure to stop. He would just have to live with him secret and the
confusion and shame it caused.

With these thoughts in his mind he told his smiling young Victress he'd see
her later and left for home, anticipating the night to come, when he could
replay his afternoon's experience of being conquered by this young teenage
girl.