Wrestle School
Chapter 2
We circled a couple of times then I let Chris grab me in a side headlock....a sort of loose side headlock that wouldn't bother my little sister.
"Now you have to work the hold, Chris...the crowd want to see a hard fight...you grunt, I groan, maybe slap your back a couple of times as you pull me around the ring. A neat trick is to pull the other wrestler's trunks from behind which distracts the referee and always gets the crowd jeering."
I tugged at his waistband and he tightened the headlock immediately. The boy was learning.
"Now you either take me down to the mat or I get out of the hold...must keep moving all the time so it doesn't get boring."
Before he could react my hand was between his legs and lifting him up in a reverse crotch hold then dropping him on the base of his spine onto my outstretched knee. He fell forwards onto his stomach, hand reaching round to soothe his sore back.
"So now I could drop down and attempt a pin or work some more on your injured back. Gotta be quicker than that, son; you sure you want to be a wrestler? Come on, boy...get up."
"Yes I do want to be a wrestler, and stop calling me BOY!"
He got to his feet and we circled again.
"OK, boy...I mean, Chris. I'll put the headlock on you and you try to get out of it. I grabbed his head and locked it tight, mashing his face into my hip bone..he grunted and tugged at my forearm as I walked him around the ring then felt his hand slide between my legs and grab my ball sac.
"Oh no you don't!"
A quick hip toss takes us both down to the canvas, his face now squashed up against my pecs.
"Now the headlock is a controlling hold, Chris. You probably won't get a submission from it but it weakens the other guy's neck and you can have some fun like this. I rubbed my knuckles into his forehead then muzzed up his hair which got him mad, started to drill his heels into the mat and reaching up to claw at my face.
"That's it, Chris..sell the hold while I work it."
I brushed his hand away and tightened the headlock, shoving his face into my sweaty pit.
"This move gets the crowd booing, especially if it's a pretty jobber boy like you getting smothered with my hairy pit! It also gives me a chance to rest, not having to do much but keep you down on the mat while thinking about my next move, like this."
I leant back, twisting the boy's neck as far as it could go while he mumbled something into my hairy pit.
"Don't worry, Chris. Your turn next on me...just waiting to see how you are going to get out of this hold."
"MMMPPPHHHH!", came the reply.
When he started coughing and spluttering into my pit I eased down a bit and loosened the headlock letting him breathe fresh air. I looked down at his face, all red and puffy, angry and frustrated. I ruffled his hair again and he started to buck and thrash trying to escape.
"Don't get angry, Chris...you'll just tire yourself out and then I'll pin you, like this."
I turned him on his back, his right arm trapped between my legs while I reached down to hook an ankle, my other arm still around his neck then brought both hands together. He squirmed and wriggled, his pinned arm rubbing up against my crotch as he tried
to free himself while he groaned with the pain of having his own crotch split.
"Even if I can't pin your shoulders you might want to submit to this...I know it's painful, Chris. What do you say?"
"I say fuck you...AARRGGGHHHH!"
"Now that's not what you are meant to say, Chris. As you're a beginner I'll make an allowance but don't ever swear in the ring again. You've got families out there who have come to watch a wrestling match and they don't want to hear that sort of thing, understand? And stop getting so angry!"
"OK OK...just let me go!"
"So what do you say?"
It took a few more seconds, then...
"I submit, I SUBMIT!"
"That's better."
I slowly released him and got to my feet, pleased that I'm actually winning a bout for a change, even if it is to this kid. I stood hands on hips waiting for him to get up, adjusting my trunks as I looked down on him. Shit, this boy's turning me on...I don't need this.
"Now I'll let you take me down in the headlock and show you how to get out of it, OK? Or maybe you want to call it a day?"
Half hoping he would agree that wrestling was not for him, he looked me in the eyes which then travelled down to my trunks. He got to his feet and tied up the drawstring on his trunks that had come undone.
"No, I'm ready to wrestle, I want my money's worth."
I swallowed hard and let him headlock me...