Full Nelson (F/M, F/FM, FF/M)

[DioA]

Hi, it’s me, your content guide. If you want to skip to the tying up part, just skip to the next post. However, if you like some backstory and exposition to your erotica, please continue reading this initial post. This story consists of female domination and male submission. There may be times where there are depictions of women being tied up, however that isn’t the main focus of the story, so I didn’t bother to include that in the gender tag.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, a snap as loud as a shotgun goes off in my head. I’m back on the mat, I’m driving my opponent into the ground when there’s a sharp pain in the back of my leg and I fall to the ground. He doesn't know I’m hurt, he just thinks that I lost my footing. Not wasting any time, he pins me on my back, only causing more pain to my leg. The ref has to pull him off me, blowing the match dead. A montage of being rushed to the hospital, being told my achilles has ruptured, the surgery, the rehab plays in my mind. I then wake up, heart racing, moving my foot to make sure it still feels normal.

It’s late summer now, time to go back to school. I haven’t been cleared to play yet, so I had to go back to the university early in order to meet with the coach. It was a conversation that I was dreading. My scholarship was in jeopardy if I didn't play, and without it I wasn’t going to be able to enroll in classes and finish my senior year. All I had to do was put those thoughts out of my mind. There’s no sense in worrying about a problem until it becomes a problem.

“Luke, I’m going to level with you, we have a problem.” Coach Henderson said. “Due to your injury, we can’t offer you a spot on the team anymore. I fought for you, I really believe in you, but the athletic director made the call. We just don’t have the money in the budget. Now, through some creative problem solving, I made a couple of calls and you’re now an RA, so your room and board are covered. Now, as you know our women’s wrestling team expanded. Good news, except one of our assistant coaches got poached by another program. One of our boosters was talking to me, and they said they’d cover your tuition if you filled that role. You’d be helping those ladies out, plus I’ve seen you work with the younger guys, you’re a natural leader. How does this plan work for you?”


Stunned, the fact that my career was done hit me like a ton of bricks. I heard what Coach said, but it took me a minute to process it. “Um, yeah. Thank you, I mean, I’ll do it.”

So I put my dreams aside and started this new life that Coach Henderson set up for me. I got the students moved in, dealt with their little freshman problems, and felt nostalgic for when I was in their shoes. Coaching the women’s team was actually one of the most fun jobs I’ve ever had. I studied the differences between men and women’s wrestling, but it was pretty similar. All the wrestlers had a great attitude, they all loved to compete and they all acted like they had something to prove. They honestly put eighty percent of the male wrestlers to shame with their work ethic. The only one of them who gave me a problem was Nadia.

Nadia was a transfer student in her junior year. She rolled her eyes at me, scoffed at most of what I had to say, and generally fought me at every turn. “I don’t know why you keep acting like you know more than me, Why did I even come to this program if all they could find for coaches was a failed wrestler who got cut from the men’s team?”

Coaching her was a challenge, and I could tell that her attitude was making the other student’s uncomfortable. One night after practice I decided to confront her about her behavior.

“Nadia, a moment please, I need to talk to you.” I said.

“No, I won’t go out with you… a bit unprofessional thinking you can hit on the people you’re supposed to be coaching, isn’t it?” She snapped back, her cold blue eyes piercing my soul. To say that Nadia wasn’t gorgeous would be a lie. Even with her golden hair pulled back in a braid and dressed in sweatpants and a team issued shirt, she was still very striking. I’m a very average height man, around 5 '11, and she stood just as tall as I did. Her legs were like tree trunks, her arms defined. She didn’t look overly muscular, but she was in fantastic shape. Her attitude is what would scare any sane man off.

“Nope, not where I was going with this.” I replied, trying to maintain an even kilter. “I need to talk to you about your attitude. Some of the comments you’ve made to me have been very disrespectful, and I can tell they’re making your teammates uncomfortable. You’re very talented, and I just want to be able to help you.”

“Okay… that’s weird because none of them have mentioned it to me. Maybe they’re uncomfortable because there is this dude in here telling them what to do. I mean, aren't there any women who could have this job?”

“Look, I wasn’t the first choice, this is just how I’m paying off the tuition that I didn’t think I’d have to worry about when I enrolled. Is there just some way that we can find some mutual respect for each other?”

I saw a spark light from behind her eyes. “Well, if you want me to think you actually know what you’re talking about, wrestle me. We’re in the same weight class. I might even be a bit bigger than you”

Blinking a few times, I was bewildered by her request. “What, no, I’m not going to fight you. That’s insane.”

“Why, scared you’ll lose to a girl?” she said, egging me on.

“This is incredibly unprofessional, not to mention that I could probably get fired if someone saw me doing this.”

“Then we’ll do it in private, where you won’t have to have an audience watch me fold you like a pretzel.”

“You know what, fine. If that’s what it’s going to take for us to reach an understanding, I’ll wrestle you.”

“Oh, okay Mr. Diplomatic. I would’ve thought a real competitor wouldn’t let me talk to them like that, but I guess this is the best this program can find.”

“Fine, I can’t wait to put you in your place. You’ve been nothing but a brat the entire time you’ve been here. You’re not nearly as good as you think you are. I’m going to enjoy pointing out every flaw in your game while I pin you over and over again.” I said through gritted teeth. I was done with her and this little chip on her shoulder.

A sly smile spread across her face. “Now that’s more like it.” she said, grabbing a notebook and a sharpie. She jotted down an address and held it out to me. “Meet me there, anytime. Bring ice, you’re going to need it.”

“You’re on.”

[DioA]

Saturday morning I put the address that Nadia gave me into my phone and started driving over there. I had on grey sweatpants, a sleeveless black compression shirt, and my white and gold wrestling shoes. I wasn’t in the best shape of my life, but I should be able to take her on. After analyzing her techniques, I should be able to counter them.

As I drove over there, I started second guessing myself. I was sure I put in the right address, but I was in a part of town that I’d never been in before. It was where all the heads of the university lived, little mansions all over. I was pretty sure one of the places had an equestrian barn. Finally, after rounding a big bend in the road, my phone told me that I had arrived at my destination.

The house I came up to was massive. I’d only seen places like this in movies. After parking, I got out and knocked on the door. A part of me expected to be greeted by an old oil tycoon or the university president, probably getting chased off the property after being cussed out for ruining their Saturday morning. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for me Nadia was the one who opened the door. She had her hair back in a bun, with a lilac colored robe on.

“Ready for me to kick your ass?” She asked.

My shock turned back to determination. “Sure, if you can do that on your back.”

“Eh, try again. Your banter is lacking.” She said, ushering me in. “My training room is in the basement, go down there and get warmed up. I’m not going to fight you in my robe, even though I could pin you in a straight jacket.”

Going to the basement, I heard her walk up the stairs. She had a decent gym down here along with some matts and a bunch of mirrors. She had a walkout basement, with a view of the forest out back. I was a bit taken aback by how nice it was. Sitting down, I started stretching out my legs, musing about my opponent. Of course she’s had everything handed to her in life. No one who knows what it’s like to work retail could act that way.

After a while Nadia came down, dressed in a black singlet, with black Nike socks peeking out on top of her wrestling shoes. In her hand there was a black gym bag that she tossed onto the mat. She had her ear guards on, her hair in her signature braids. “No backing out now.” she said, stepping onto the mat.

“There never was.” I said, getting into my stance. “Whenever you’re ready.”

She didn’t say anything, we just started circling each other. I’d block her everytime she went in, knowing what she was capable of and what she was doing. “You’re going to have to do better than that.” I teased her.

She went back in. I thought this was my chance to counter attack, but she surprised me. Going in, she knocked me off balance and drove me into the ground. I tried to use my hip to block her knee, but I couldn't budge her. She had me pinned, so I tapped out.

“Seriously, I thought this would be a challenge. I’ll give you another shot.”

“Okay, she got lucky.” I lied to myself. “I’ll get her next time.”

I didn’t get her next time. I was beaten every way that someone could be beaten. We kept sparring, going after one another, until we were both red and sweaty. After being pinned time and time again, I eventually lost the stamina to continue. I haven’t had to work this hard in a long time, and it was painfully obvious. Nadia was in competition shape, she’d been practicing and training nonstop. “Okay, okay, you win. I can’t beat you. I’m done.”

We had ended up with me laying on my stomach with her having my arm behind my back. “Oh, we’re not done. Not even close.” she said.

Using her leg to pull the gym bag over, she used her free hand and grabbed something from inside it. My wrist felt something cold wrap around it, clicking into place. Did she just handcuff me? My left ankle was grabbed next, being pulled back and cuffed to the right wrist.

“Nadia, what the fuck are you doing?” I screamed, trying to break the cuffs.

“What I normally do - whatever I want.” she said, cuffing my right ankle to my left wrists. “I won, and for my efforts I’ve hogcuffed you.”

“Nadia, stop. This wasn’t ever part of our deal.” I said, trying to free myself. “Can’t you just let me leave with what little dignity I have left?”

“No, I want that bit too.” she said. “Smile.”

I looked up to see her taking a picture of me like this. “Now, how does this sound for a headline – creepy, stalker coach found in student’s home, subdued and left hogcuffed by allstar athlete.”

“Nadia, don’t you dare.” I said. “You’d really make up a lie like that just to ruin my life?”

“Well, I’ll only do that if you don’t do everything I say.” Nadia teased. “You’re not really in a position to be making demands.”

My stomach was in knots, what the hell did I get myself into? I stopped struggling, just laying there while I tried to catch my breath.

“I don’t know yet.” Nadia pondered. “I’m sure I’ll find something that I want, I always do. It’s good to have this leverage over someone.”

“Great.” I said, resigning myself to my situation. Not like there was anything I could do about it. Nadia started unlacing her shoes, kicking them off near me. My nose crinkled, trying to move my head away from them. “Jesus Nadia.”

“What, problem with how they smell?” She asked, sticking her black socked feet in my face. “Do they really smell that bad?


I tried to move my head away, but I couldn’t. She held my face between her feet, every deep breath made me smell her. It wasn’t that bad, it was just humiliating. Was Nadia a dominatrix? Is this something she did to satisfy some weird urge? Did I really just let myself fall in a trap?

“Well, since you’re not wild about the smell,” she said, taking her socks off, “maybe you’ll like the taste more.”

“What – no, mmmm.”

I can’t believe that she pressed them into my mouth, filling it with a salty flavor. They were damp, and not from my saliva. I tried to spit them out, but she grabbed some sports wrap and started winding it around my head, holding them in place. “Chew on that for a bit, I’m going to freshen up.” Nadia said, holding my chin so I’d have to look in her eyes.

After she left, I started trying to figure out how to get out of these cuffs. I could barely move though, there wasn’t anything I could do. After about fifteen minutes, I heard her come back into the room wearing purple spandex shorts, a white sports bra, and white Nike socks. “I have something for you.”

Nadia then pulled something over my head, slightly damp. I looked over to a mirror and saw that she had pulled a pair of black spandex panties over my face. “Enjoy the smell. Most men would kill to be that close to me.”

Most men would be chewing their leg off right now like a wolf stuck in a trap. I tried to rub them off my face, but Nadia taped them to the lower half of my face, forcing me to deeply inhale them. They must’ve been the ones she was just wearing, I could feel heat radiating off of them. She then took a sleep mask and placed it over my eyes, rendering me blind. “Aw, you know I think I like you better like this, nothing stupid able to come out of your mouth, no stupid look plastered over your dumb face.”

Not able to protests, at least not very well, I focused on trying to find a position to rest in the was somewhat comfortable. There wasn’t any. Nadia had found a way to put me in hell, all while the demon tormenting me continued to laugh and giggle as she belittled me. I felt as she added cuffs to both my wrists, then removed the one around my ankles, letting me stretch out for the first time in what felt like hours. Next, I felt her place her hands under my arms and pulled me to my feet. “Come on, time to go up stairs. Careful, don’t want you falling and cracking your head open, then cleaning person doesn’t come again for another couple of weeks.”

“Oh, that’d be a shame.” I thought. “A quick end to this predicament. I wondered what would happen if I did fall down here. Hopefully I’d be hidden so no one knew I spent my final moments at the mercy of some lunatic.”

As she guided me, I felt her brush up against my back. She did have a good hold of me. After what felt like a hundred stairs, I felt her stop. “On your knees.”

I was slow to obey, so she grabbed my shoulders and swept my legs out from underneath me. As she guided me to the floor, I came down on some rather soft carpet. I didn’t hurt when I landed, as she slowed my decent very well. Nadia then placed her hands on the hem of my shirt, which she then pulled up my chest and back around my arms. It was bunched up around the cuffs on my wrists. The cold air hit my nipples, casuing them to stand on edge. Nadia must’ve seen this, because she pinched them between her thumb and index finger, twisting them and causing me to shake. Even after she let go there was lingering pain. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” she said as she rolled me over on my stomach. My elbows were then brought together as close as I could get them, and had then bound together about five inches apart. “Don’t worry pet, I’ll get them to touch someday.”

“There’s no way this will ever happen again.” I thought to myself. “I’d rather spend the rest of my life in prison than to ever let you do this to me again.”

Nadia then undid the cuffs around my wrists and discarded them, my shirt following them. My wrists were then crossed and bound. I tried to pull my pants back up, they had fallen a bit. “Uh-uh.” Nadia responded, undoing my drawstring and pulling my pants off down around my ankles, exposing the black boxers I was wearing. “Much better. Unless you want me to see your shrimp, I’d suggest you play along and maybe I’ll let you keep your underwear.”

Normally, I loved it when women tried to take my pants off. In fact, it might be my favorite thing in the world. However, I never thought I’d be in a position like this before. Having her take my pants off really bothered me. I’m confident in my body, I’ve seen the looks women (and even a few men) have given me. This just felt wrong, like all she was trying to do was humiliate me. My knees were then tied together before my shoes and socks were removed along with my pants. Nadia started tying my ankles together before she abruptly stopped.

“Oh my god.” Nadia said, running her finger down the scar I got when they went in to repair my achilles. “Does this still hurt?”

I nodded my head yes, then I used my thumb and index finger to indicate “a little.” She had momentairlly stopped tying me up, she started inspecting my calf. “This must’ve hurt so bad.” Nadia said.

What was going on? Even the tone of her voice had changed. “Ohh, that’s why you aren’t playing this year, your leg isn’t healed. And here I though you were just bad, I didn’t know you were injured. That puts an asterisk over my victory.”

I don’t know what I hated more, Nadia besting me or her infantalizing me. “Here, let me change a couple of things.” She said, bringing my leg up to her lips and kissing me where the scar was. I felt her drag me over somewhere and place some padded cuffs around my ankles and connect them to the leg of something. I couldn’t see, obviously. Now that she mentioned it, my leg was in some pain after having been bent back in that hog cuff. I guess that I didn’t notice it with everything else going on. My arms were then untied and had more padded cuffs around my wrists over my head, ancored to another leg. I was outstretched in one long band. It wasn’t as bad as it had been. “Okay honey, I’ve got a few things to finish, you just wait for me.”

Puzzled, I strugged to no avail. I would later learn that Nadia had cuffed me under a glass topped desk, which she pulled a chair up to and started doing her school work at. At first she must have been sitting on her legs, but she then stretched them out and rested her feet on my face, adding another scent to my already overstimulated senses. I tried to shake myself free, but she placed one foot on my chest and pushed me back into the ground, pinning me in place. While I could hear her type away at her keyboard, I felt her foot trace down my abdomen and rest over my groin. She placed it over my dick, rocking it back and forth. Despite my best efforts, I started swelling up, my dick becoming erect. I heard her giggle as she pressed her other foot over my mouth. “Having fun down there?” she laughed

I shook my head no. Despite what my biology said, I truly wanted to be freed. “Suuurrreee.” Nadia replied. “Don’t worry, I’m almost done.”

Every so often, she’d quit playing, keeping me from finishing. My erection started growing painful, I don’t think I’d ever been this hard for this long. I felt the sweat dripping from my brow, the plush carpet I rested on top of started to feel damp. I was worried that I was going to ruin it. Just before I could soften up, she’d start teasing me again. “You know, from where I’m sitting you’re actually kind of hot.” Nadia purred. “You look good under my feet.”

“Ughhh.” I grunted into my gag. Everytime I swallowed, I tasted her. Every breath, more of her scent was drawn in through my nose. Every movement, I fell more and more under her spell. When she initially had me under her control, I thought that this was her torturing me. Now, I didn’t know what to think. To be honest, I didn’t know if I could think. With everything she did, I could only assume it was to overpower me totally. Nadia, who are you? I’ve watched you compete, you dominate everything in your path. Was I in your path? Was it your goal to dominate me?

Without warning, she pulled away from me, almost causing me to moan and complain. She knelt down next to me. “I know sweetheart, I don’t want to stop either. But, we can’t do this all day.” Nadia whispered.

I had my blindfold removed and the cuffs partially undone. Nadia then dragged me over to a chair in her bedroom and sat me on it, reapplying the cuffs so I was hogcuffed over the chair. She then took off her socks, placed the feet part under my nose under the pantieskeep them in place. She then undid the button keeping the flap of my underwear closed, my dick springing out of the hole. “My, my, someone sure loves his predicament.” She said, blowing air on it.

There wasn’t anyway I could answer. She was gorgeous, standing mostly naked in front of me. She’d also spent the last couple of hours teasing me, every fiber of my being wanted to be with her. I’m only nine months older than she is, had we met under different circumstances would things have been different? Would I have approached her at an apathetic function and seduced her? Would I have known what it would’ve been like to be inside her?

My thoughts cleared when she took her clothes off, tossing them over me haphazardly. She disappeared into her closet, walking completely naked past me. Her breast were round and preky, her ass in the perfect shape of a bubble, resting ontop of two perfectly toned legs. I strained against the cuffs, trying everything to get free. However, I just had to wait for her to come back. This time, she was dressed only in black, lacy lingerie with black stockings with garders. Her panties were put on over them. Sauntering over to me, she stepped over my lap, sat down, and straddled me. My head was taken in her hands and pressed into her breasts. This was more intense than the time I went to the strip club, Nadia pressing herself into me. I tried to grind against her, but there wasn’t any momentum I could gather. My dick strained as hard as possible. My heart dropped when Nadia picked up her phone, taking pictures of me like this.

Without a word, she went back into her closet. Was I played again? Was this part of her plans to ruin me. No one has ever had a picture of my dick, I’ve never been confident to send one, even when requested. She came back out, dressed in a black dress and black knee high boots. “I’ve got to run.” Nadia said, undoing one of my cuffs. “Let yourself out, the door will lock behind you. I’ll see you on Monday.”

[beeblebrox883]

Great story. Loved reading it.
Especially loved the sock gag and the panties over his face so he had to smell them.
Keep up the great work

[DioA]

Great story. Loved reading it.
Especially loved the sock gag and the panties over his face so he had to smell them.
Keep up the great work

I'm glad you liked it, I'm not used to writing F/M stories but I had this idea and decided to run with it. I hope you like the next parts.

[DioA]

(Just as a content warning, there’s no depiction of S.A. or domestic abuse in this next part, but there is a reference to it and the consequences of that crime. If that is something that bothers you, please take care of yourself over reading about it. Just remember, you’re not alone and help is available if you need it.)

“Nadia… Nadia… Nadia!” I screamed into my gag. Reaching out as she left, I was took taken aback by her exit to free myself immediately. Once I came to my senses, I reached over my body and undid the other cuff on my wrists before I bent over and removed my other cuffs on my ankles. I then stood up and went into the en suite bathroom. I removed the socks she had stuffed under my nose, then the sports wrap holding the panties to my face. Once I did, I started removing the wrap around my mouth, pulling her socks out of my mouth. I used the sink, drinking from it. My breathing returned to normal, the red marks around my face started disappearing. I took my boxers off, my balls had turned a painful shade of blue. Insticitvly, I started stroking my shaft, grabbing some lotion she had sitting on the counter. I closed my eyes and saw her naked body in my minds eye. I imaginged fucking her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her perfect tits pressed against my chest. My eyes fluttered open, seeing her panties on the edge of the sink, I grabbed them and pressed them against my nose, getting another wiff of her. It wasn’t long before I came, shooting rope after rope into the sink. I hadn’t climaxed like that in years.

I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, catching my breath, wondering what the fuck was going on with me. I fought like hell trying to get those panties off my head, why did I jam them back into my nose? I should’ve hated everything Nadia did to me. It should’ve been borderline illegal, so why am I considering putting myself back the way she had me and wait for her to return? I could fake that I hadn’t been able to get free, maybe she’d take pity on me for leaving me the way she did. There’s no way I’d convince her, she left me with an easy way of escaping.

Without thinking about it, I decided to just leave. I redressed myself, walking out the front door and getting into my car. I was driving away when I realized I still had her panties bunched up in my hand. I started at them while I waited at a stop sign? Why did I still have these? How much of a hold does she have on me? The horn from the car behind me startled me, focing me to drive forward. Hiding the panties in my palm, I took another wiff. It was like a drug, I couldn’t stop. Driving back to the dorms, I stuffed them in my pocket and walked into my room.

After undressing and putting on some old gym shorts, I started finishing this week’s assignments. Once I was done, I opened my social media accounts for the first time and started browsing. I saw a DM request, usually in a folder where all I get are messages from porn bots. I tap on the profile picture to see who the account belongs to – it was Nadia. She had followed me. I watched her story, seeing pictures she had taken with the other wrestlers at the gala they had thrown for the women’s athletic coalition. I had been invited to it and completely forgot about going. Looking over at the clock, I realized that it was over in five minutes.

I saw the message and opened it. It was a picture of her legs, with one crossed over the other, the hem of her stockings just peeking out from her dress. “Were you able to get out???”

What is this? Control? Concern? Compliance? I sent her a message back saying “yes.” Just yes, nothing else. I don’t know what to say to her. The challenge was finding out how to respond to her. She has the power to ruin my life if she wanted to. Knowing what her intentions were was key to how to move forward.

I then turned my phone off, rolled over, and fell asleep. I was completely, utterly exhausted.

Waking up the next morning to six new messages from Nadia, I opened them to find multiple chats of her teasing me. The pictures said things like “Are you sleeping or are you just ignoring me” and “You’re missing out right now.” The most damming one was where she said that she looked all over and couldn’t find the panties I was familar with, she wanted to know if I knew where they were. Of course I know where they are. I felt a mixture of shame and disgust with myself.

Not hearing from Nadia at all on Sunday, nothing interesting happened until practice Monday night. I was there earlier, getting things set up when she walked in with the standard practice attire on. I turned around to see her standing right behind me. “Oh, hey Luke. I didn’t recognize you without my panties over your head.” she whispered.

My face turned bright red. “Nadia, you can’t say things like that here.”

“You’re not in a position to tell me what to do.” Nadia reminded me. She then leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You also didn’t clean the sink as well as you thought you did, naughty boy. Someone needs to teach you a lesson.”

At this point my stomach was in knots. “I-I-I do-don’t kn-now what you-you’re tal-talking about.” I stammered.

“Don’t worry, I don’t blame you. There’s only so much teasing a boy can take.” Nadia purred. I’m older than she is, why does she keep calling me a boy? “Also, I hope you’ve been enjoying my panties that you stole. Would you like the real thing?”

“Yes.” I blurted out, my mind putty in her hand. I placed my hand on her hip, almost falling on her. She grabbed my wrists and stood me back up.

“Easy.” Nadia commanded. “You’re not there yet.”

“Ugh.” I grunted, not able to get anything else out.

“If you want to fuck me, you’re going to have to beat me first.” Nadia whispered in my ear, pulling away from me and tapping my nose with her pointer finger.

The other member of the team then started filtering in, ending the little dance that Nadia and I had been entwined in. To summarize what the next few months were like, it involved me bulking up, putting on ten pounds of muscle. I worked out every opportunity that I could find. My grades slipped a bit, but I figured I could end the semester with mostly B’s and a couple of C’s. Nadia’s double D’s were causing me to falter. As long as I didn’t fail any class, I could get close to graduating. There was actually only one more class I needed, and I could take it over the winter semester. I would spar with Nadia most Saturdays, but that would usually end with me getting tied up and sock gagged. Nothing like the first time, mostly her keeping me bound for a little while then letting me go so I could try again. She’d also hide panties on me, her way of reminding me what I was working towards.

One day towards the end of the semester I was spending my normal Saturday getting thrown around by her. She had given me a singlet to fight in, something that was sent to her by accident by one of her sponsors. For whatever reason, they sent her a men’s uniform. In her basement, I was being ridden by her (not in the way I wanted her to) when I escaped and finally turned the tables on her. Something clicked, like a long lost, forgotten memory of mine when I was in top shape. I moved in, piledriving her into the ground. I was just about to pin her when she did something unexpected.

She kissed me.

I mean, she really kissed me. Not like when she taunted me, or teased me, or toyed with me. Every ounce of fight left my body, my eyes closed and enjoyed her embrace. Of course, I should’ve known this was a trap. Nadia swung around and put me in a full nelson headlock. “Hey, that’s illegal.” I told her.

“House rules. You don’t have to fight it.” Nadia said, reaching over and cuffing my wrists behind my back.

“Oh come on, I had you.” I told her.

“Yes, but you lack focus. That is why you lose, Daniel-san.” She replied, doing a weird Mr. Miayagi thing.

Instead of receiving a normal mouthful of her socks, she instead stood me up and took me up to her room. Pushing me back on her bed, she cuffed my ankles to opposite sides of the bed with those soft padded cuffs, removing my shoes and socks. She laid down a towel, then forced me back down, cuffing my hands above my head so I was spread eagle on her bed. I then watched as she removed her singlet, discarding it and taking off her underwear, shoes, and socks. Coming back over to the bed, she grabbed a pair of emergency shears like paramedics use and started cutting the singlet off of me, leaving me naked and exposed on her bed. She then squatted over my face, lowering so she was just millimeters away from me. “Why don’t you be a good boy and eat my pussy?”

As soon as our lips made contact, I treated Nadia as if she was an oasis I had just found after wandering the desert for forty days and forty nights. I could tell I was pleasing her by the moans escaping her. I felt her reposition, placing her fave over my dick and taking my in her mouth. I continued to eat her out while she sucked me off. I could tell she was about to finish, and I didn’t change a thing. I kept going, feeling her legs shake as she got ready to finish. As she climaxed, she kept pleasing me. It wasn’t long before I came down her throat. It didn’t stop her though, she kept going until everything was gone.

Nadia then got up and wiped my face off with a hand towel. All I could do was lay there, outstretched and gasping for air. “I still think you cheated.” I told her.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there some day.” Nadia replied. “I’m just, like, not there yet.”

“Oh.” I said, feeling awful. I could sense a shift in her. “We don’t have to…”

Nadia put her finger over my lips. “Don’t. I mean, you don’t have to. Just… fuck.”

She got up and undid the cuffs on my limbs. I sat up, rubbing them. I was about to say something, but she ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Getting up, I stood on the other side of the door. “Nadia, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I just…” Her voice was shaky, I’d never heard her like this. My initial reaction was to burst in the door and hold her, but I knew that wasn’t what she needed.

“Hey, I just remembered I have a big project that I need to do, I think I’m going to head out, if that’s alright with you.” I said.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Well, goodbye. I’ll see you on Monday.” I replied. I wanted to say I love you, but I couldn’t get the words to come out of my mouth.

When I got back to my dorm room, I saw a note posted on my door. It read “Dear Mr. Matthews, you have fallen behind on your Residential Advisor duties despite multiple warnings. As of 12/15, you are trespassing unless you are able to pay $8,379.00 before 12/5.”

“Fuck!” I shouted, pacing back and forth around the room. I knew I must have been screwing up, all my free time has been spent in the gym. However, there must have been warnings before it got to this point. How come I didn’t get anything from them about this?

I checked my spam folder in my uni’s email. There were a bunch of messages from the housing department, about half a dozen of them labeled “FINAL NOTICE.”

“Okay, Okay.” I thought to myself. “I can just sleep in the car for a couple of weeks while I take my last class, then I’ll be done, I can get a job, start my life. It’ll all work out.”

So I moved out, and started living in my car. Things had cooled off with Nadia, we hadn’t talked about anything outside of wrestling ever since our last match. One night after practice I was out in my car, asleep in the driver’s seat, parked outside the facilities. I heard a tap on the window.

It was Nadia.

I rolled down my window. “Why are you sleeping in your car?”

“Basically I lost my job as an RA, got kicked out of where I was living, and figured I’d stay in my car until I graduate at the end of January and can go somewhere, get a job, and move on with my life.” I replied.

Nadia then walked around and hopped in the passenger’s side. “You’re going to freeze to death out here. Just take me home.”

I started driving back to where she lived. We chit-chatted, nothing important. I pulled into her driveway, parking the car. “Come on in.”

I helped her with her bag, going inside. It was strange being welcomed into a spot where I’ve had my ass kicked over and over again. I followed her into the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator door. “Thirsty?” She asked, holding a couple of hard seltzers.

“Sure.” I replied, causing her to toss me one. She grabbed a few and stuck them in a bucket with ice.

“Care to join me outside?”

We stepped out onto the back patio. Nadia walked over to the hot tub, taking the cover off and started removing her clothes. “Go ahead, it isn’t anything I haven’t seen before.”

I started disrobing as Nadia sunk down into the hot water, cracking open a can. I sat down across from her. Her legs floated next to me, so I placed my hands on her foot and started rubbing it. Nadia let out a soft moan, laying her head back. “Sore?” I asked.

“A bit.”

“I can tell, you’re all tense. You’ve really been putting in the work, I’m impressed. I’m very proud of you.” I said, starting to work on her other foot before working up her calves. She finished her drink, going in for her second one. Towards the end of the second one Nadia placed her foot on my shoulder, so I leaned over and kissed it, causing her to laugh.

“Haha, thank you…” Nadia said before pulling away. “God damn it.”

Tears started leaking out of her eyes. “Nadia, what’s wrong?”

“I just, fuck, I mean, I don’t…” She stammered, tears welling out of her eyes. I reached out for her, but she pushed me back. “I’m so broken.”

“Nadia, I had to have someone spend hours with my leg open while they repaired my shredded tendon, followed by months of rehab and painful detox after being on opioids. If there’s anything I understand, it’s broken.”

Nadia started to steady her breathing. “Do you know why I transferred here?” she asked.

“No, all I saw was your tape. I was impressed from the start.”

“At my last school, there was another guy, a football player. He cornered me at a bar one night, chatting me up, hitting on me, and for a while it was fun, but then when I said I didn’t want to sleep with him he got weird. I said I didn’t feel well, and before I knew it I had passed out and woke up in his room.”

My heart was stuck in my throat. “Oh my god.” I said, balling my fist under the water. My blood boiled. I wanted to ask who it was. Who did it? My initial reaction was to beat him within an inch of his life, maybe farther. I couldn’t do this though, I need to be there for her. “Nadia, I’m so sorry… I had no idea.”

“I went to the hospital, tried to file a report. No STD’s, thank god, or pregnancy. However, the officer taking my case told me ‘Look, there’s plenty of girls who get caught up with the football players and have regrets the next day. You’re not going to ruin a young man’s life because you got too drunk.’ Like what I said wasn’t valid, even though there were drugs in my system that are common associated with…:”

I reached out, sat down next to her. Nadia placed her hand over mine. “My father was able to push the case though, calling everybody who’d answer the phone. He got the guy expelled and added to a registry, but it ended any chance I had at that school. I became a pariah, the girl who cried wolf and got rid of the best player they had on the team. No one would talk to me, the women who were supposed to be my friends went out of their way to avoid me. I couldn’t get away from that place fast enough…”

Nadia then laid her head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch… You didn’t deserve any of this.”

Draping my arm over her shoulders, I kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t deserve to have to go through what you went through.”

“What I did to you…” Nadia said. “It was because I… liked having control over someone like that. For the first time since… you know, the incident, I felt powerful, confident, capable. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Nonsense, Nadia… you pushed me to work harder than I ever have in my life.” I explained. “I became so focused on you I neglected everything else. I wanted…I mean want you so bad. Whenever I see you, or you cross my mind, it takes all I have not to drop to my knees and worship the ground you walk on. If you think you’re a bad person, or that you’re broken, I’ll wait for lifetimes until you can see yourself the way I do. I’ll love you enough to fill the parts of you you can’t love yourself.”

The arctic air met the steaming water for a moment while what I said sunk in. Nadia nuzzled her head further into my chest, wrapping her arms around me. “Okay…” She whispered weakly, not knowing what to say. I didn’t know what I wanted her to say. Her body language was able to bridge the gap, succeeding where her words failed.

“Now, there is the question of living arrangements. I’d rather not live in the car for the next month, but I’m not going to be able to give you any money to stay here.”

“No, no, don’t worry about…”

“Let me finish.” I interrupted. “I never expected a free lunch, it’s never been something I believed in. Believe me it hasn’t been the case. I’ll earn it. Let me be your man servant. I’ll handle your every whim.”

“Hmm.” Nadia hummed, her blue eyes lighting up with intrigue. “I… kinda like the sound of that. Now, could you do one thing for me?”

“Anything.”

“Could you act like you don’t like it? Like I have to force you to obey?”

“What, no, of course not. Are you crazy?”

“Oh…” Nadia added dejectedly.

“No, Nadia, I’m acting like I don’t like it. Of course I’ll play along.”

For the first time tonight, I saw a smile creep over her face. Nadia did a little wiggle. “Yay!”

“But this doesn’t go into effect until tomorrow. There is still something special I want to do for you tonight.”

Nadia nodded. Getting out of the hot tub, I grabbed a towel and dried off, leaving her in while I went out to my car. After grabbing a brown box, I tossed it on the couch, then went outside and helped her get out of the tub and dried her off. Once in the living room, I opened the box to reveal two onesies. “Okay, so do you want the dinosaur or the unicorn?”

“Oh my god, these are so frickin adorable.” Nadia replied. “Give me the dinosaur.”

Handing her the pajamas, I started slipping into the unicorn one, pulling the hood over my head so I had a ridiculously oversized horn sticking out. “You look… ridiculous.” Nadia laughed, clearly enjoying this little whimsical display.

“Hey, these are all the rage in milian. Haven’t you seen the supermodels walking the runway in these before?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say.” Nadia responded.

I then grabbed a plush, oversized blanket and started wrapping it around her, getting her all nice and warm. Next, I sat her down on the sofa and turned on the t.v., turning on one of the animated movies from our childhood with the sing along feature. “Wow, I haven’t seen this in years.” Nadia added. I got the idea from an r.a. Message board I was browsing on how to distract your underclassmen and make them feel more at home. Clearly, it was working on Nadia.

We eventually passed out, after she had sung her heart out. It was a good thing that she was an athlete, her singing voice left much to be desired. However, I still thought it was beautiful. Falling asleep, looking at the smile the persisted even after her eyes closed, was the perfect way to end what I thought was going to be an awful night.

[GwenGagged]

Wow, I seriously loved this story. I’m sorta jealous of Nadia, I’d love to have a cute coach to play with.

[LunaDog]

Superbly written. Enjoyed reading this.

[Morriganus]

Really looking forward to the next part

[jone123]

Wow, Nadia is such a character.

The story is very nicely written, thank you