I couldn’t believe how strong her thighs were. This match was a disaster. "What a stupid bet," I thought. Just a couple of minutes ago we were just hanging out at Helen's house. I was watching a TikTok about wrestling and she had asked if I had ever wrestled.

"Actually no, I'm not sure why these keep popping up on my fyp," I replied.

"Me neither, you wanna try it?"

I was surprised to hear that, but Helen was a friend of mine and also hot as fuck by the way so the decision was made instantly in my mind.

"Sure, but I already know the outcome"

"Yeah?" she said. "Don't be so sure about that!"

"Let's do it right now!"

"Ughh, fuck you. You're in street clothes, it's an unfair advantage. You have to be naked if you want wrestle me"

"Sounds interesting! Will you wrestle naked too?"

"No, but I'm going to change into something more suited for wrestling a shithead like you."

She left the room and came a few minutes later wearing an Adidas body. Tight, long sleeve, cut high on hips. Her feet were protected by high top sneakers.

Fuck she looked sexy in that! Her girlish hips were on full display. I caught a glimpse of her ass in the mirror and it was magnificent - a perfect bubble butt. I'm not sure if she's trying to distract me, but for sure it is working.

Being naked, I felt vulnerable in front of her and looks like she knew about it. "Your balls is a nice target for my legs. Every girl feels so powerful when her slender leg inflicts a pain to male balls" she said a cocky smile on her face. That scared me, she seemed to be very confident of a fast and easy win. 

"Oh, what a fighting suit! Ready to start?" I asked.

"Hell yeah. It's girls' usual uniform for karate sparrings in our combat school. My body is hidden and protected, your exposed and defenceless. My sports bodysuit gives me a feel of supremacy because looking at your naked vulnerable body I feel my power over you. Let's see how fast you lose," she replied.

The fight started just as aggressive. She tried to kick me in the groin a couple of times, but I blocked all her attacks. I felt really strong after the first one, so I was able to counter her attacks easily. Helen was getting frustrated and started to try to hurt me instead. 

"Keep your arms away, I want to kick you in the balls!" she screamed. I just smiled.

She swung her leg and kicked me in the side of my ribs. The kick had so much power behind it that it knocked me to the floor. I rolled over onto my back, gasping for air.

"Fuck you, bitch," she screamed, standing up above me. She dropped herself on my chest.

"AghHH!" Again I had no air in my lungs. She stood up and kicked me again in the ribs, in the exact same place.

"Ffuckkk!!"

The pain paralysed my body. One more kick and surely my ribs would break!

"What about now, huh?" she asked.

The strength she possessed in her legs was insane. I was left lying on the floor clutching my ribs in pain and trying to catch my breath. I needed a minute to recover. It seemed she didn't want to wait. She dropped herself down on my stomach and moved up, putting her legs on the sides of my head. Her skiing muscles successfully covered my ears isolating the sound from the outside. I only saw her mouth move saying something and before I decyphered what that was, she pinched my nose shut with her fingers. I had to breathe through my mouth, but it was getting difficult because of her weight on my chest. Until she covered my mouth with her other hand, now it was impossible to breathe. My lungs started burning in pain. An 19-year-old girl was killing me. I could see the evil smirk on her face above me.

"Now do you surrender?" she asked.

"MMmmm" I tried to say something, but she was doing a great job shutting me up.

She removed her hand from my mouth.

"Give up?" she asked.

I took a deep breath and screamed,

"Never!"

I used what was left of my strength to put my hips up and throw her off. Surprisingly, I did it and she fell to her side! However, her legs were still around and now my sore chest was right between them. I was prepared for the worst. I didn't want my ribs injured and I was mentally already prepared to tap her legs.

"Asshole!" she screamed.

She managed to manoeuvre her legs around my head. I was stupid enough to groan when she did that, which led to her realising she could hurt me by squeezing. I knew she used to ski every year, but I didn't realise how much of an impact it had on her lower body. I was in the hold for less than a minute and I was already ready to tap out. She was crushing me. The pressure on my head was insane. I needed to escape, but as hard as it is to admit, I couldn't move her legs. They were so good at locking up my body that it felt like an iron band around my arms and neck. I couldn't even think clearly.

"This is the strongest part of my body, I've been skiing since I was 5."

Well fuck.

"Good luck trying to get these off of you!"

She somehow tightened the choke. My throat made a weird, scrunching noise which sounded very bad.

"Tap out!" she yelled. I couldn't, the humiliation of submitting to a girl shorter and smaller than me was too much. "I said, TAP OUT!!" She screamed, but I held on. There was no way in hell that I was giving her the satisfaction of tapping out first. My fingers dug into her thighs as she kept her legs wrapped around me. I tried using my hands against her but she just grabbed them and held them aside.

The pain was unbearable now, my head pounded and my vision blurred. She didn't realise how much I was actually suffering and I sure as hell wasn't going to give her that satisfaction. I could hear her laughing in triumph behind me, knowing that she was about to win. Well, fuck that! I wouldn't give up until I got my revenge on her.

She laughed some more and lessened the pressure.

"Time to finish my opponent!" she said proudly as if we were wrestling in front of a crowd.

Suddenly her thighs snapped back up, instantly pulling my head back into her ass. She straightened her legs with more force than I would've ever expected. I felt the pain shoot through my body. My head was swimming and my ears were pounding. I never imagined she would be this strong. everything was slowly going quieter. I tried to pull myself away from her tight grip, but my arms were useless against the power she possessed. I tapped out. She kept squeezing. I realised that she didn't know what tapping meant! I tried to say something, but all that came out of my throat was a gurgle. At the same time I felt a huge erection, and it was very humiliating. I tapped her legs again, but she probably thought I was just trying to get out. My arms and legs were going limp. She sapped all my strength and oxygen. I was helpless. Where did that power come from? It took only maybe a couple of seconds more until everything blurred out.

***

I woke with up a headache. My head was pounding as if someone had thrown me against a wall. I blinked my eyes open and saw that I was in the same spot lying on the floor.

"Are you alright!?" Helen asked.

"Yeah, I think so." I croaked. I couldn't move my arms or legs. What the fuck just happened?

"When I released you, your head hit the floor and you stopped responding to me"

"What do you mean I stopped responding?"

"Your body was twitching uncontrollably. I thought you were having a seizure" she replied.

"You must have knocked me out," I said, still trying to figure out what happened.

"With my thighs?" she asked dumbfounded. "How is that possible, I didn't even squeeze you that hard"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Didn't even squeeze that hard? What would happen if she squeezed harder? Would I be dead now?

"I was just really sleepy after school and I guess you just speeded up the process" I laughed. If only she knew I was lying through my teeth. I can't let her know she actually beat me fairly. I was ashamed to lose in such an embarrassing way to her just using her legs.

"Well, Are you okay?" she replied. "Should I call an ambulance?"

"I'm fine" I laughed. I wasn't fine. I felt emasculated. How could I lose consciousness from that hold? Did she really have enough power in her thighs to cut off blood flow in my neck?

She looked down at my face. "Looks like I won," she said.

"Yeah, but it wasn't really a fair fight" I replied.

"Whatever, you lost anyway," she said sarcastically, putting her boot on my erection. "what does it feel like to have a girlish foot on your manhood? You're at my mercy, I may crush your balls with easy. Do you feel my superiority?"

"We should rematch when I'm rested," I said. "I'll destroy you". Why did I say that? Am I an idiot? Sometimes I think my autopilot takes over and creates these dumb ideas which I later regret.

She scoffed at my comment, teasing my erection with her foot. I had no energy to resist and she knew it. When I was ready to cum, she stepped back with indifferent face.

Defeated, teased and denied by leggy girl in leotard, I groaned with resentment and humiliation.

"Girls love to defeat and subdue strong males. I love it when my prey really resist me, it turns me on. You was too easy to defeat, so you don't deserve an orgasm today. It's late, you should head home to bed. You've already taken a nap though, so you probably won't get much sleep"

The audacity of that one. She was right though. I didn't sleep much. I spent most of the night jerking off to her ig photos.

A week passed by. We hadn't spoken much, and whenever we met each other in the hallway, we just made small talk. She didn't mention what happened, and I definitely didn't bring it up. I've thought of two possible scenarios - either she is still thinking about what happened between us a week ago and that's why she hasn't said anything or it wasn't as exciting for her as it was for me and she already forgot what happened. Either way, I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to make it awkward.

A few more days passed and I was still living it through. I couldn't have a conversation with her without picturing myself being unable to push Helen off and her then putting me to sleep. I'm not sure if she saw my embarrassment, but it was killing me from inside. I had to do something. I've thought of bringing up the rematch, but there was another issue. The fact that she knocked me out turned me on immensely. I discovered a newfound love of being dominated and the mere thought of her doing it again excited me. So the question posed here is: If we do have a rematch, do I try my hardest to beat her and show her that what happened before was just a one-time event, or do I lose on purpose for my own enjoyment and make her humiliate me again? It was a fight between my masculinity and my growing fetish. Truly a first-world problem of the XXI century.

After school, I decided to go straight home. I needed some time alone to sort out my thoughts. I don't know what I was expecting to happen, but I wasn't ready for this. I wanted her to say that she enjoyed our little match and wants to do it again. That would have been enough. But, instead she completely ignored the topic and acted like nothing ever happened.

As soon as I got home, I locked myself in my room and started jerking off to the memory of Helen's legs crushing me until I came all over my hand. Afterwards, I laid there in bed and waited for sleep to take me away. I couldn't help but think about her body. I imagined her walking around wearing black leotard, and her long slender legs moving seductively as she walked towards me. I pictured her kicking me in the balls with sadistic smile. I pictured her straddling my face and rubbing her merciless hands along my cock. I drifted off to sleep imagining her gorgeous thighs wrapped tightly around my head and her long nails digging into my balls.