A Bet With The Girls Softball Team

[Josh42]

A Bet With The Girls Softball Team


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Chase: Light brown hair, 5’8
Aaron: Black hair, 5’10
Bryson: Brown hair, 5’7
Elliot: Dark brown hair, 5’9



Part 1:


Inhale.


Exhale.


Chase could feel his heart beating in his chest, as he tried to focus himself, taking deep breaths, until the umpire finally told him to get back into the batter’s box. Briefly removing his helmet, he ran a hand through his now warm, moist hair, and stepped back in.


Trailing 2-1 in their college’s home ballpark, 2-2 count with his teammates and friends Bryson and Elliot on second and third, down to their final out in the 9th, this was it. All he needed was a hit to at least tie it, but hopefully end it.


On top of the obvious sources of pressure in this tense situation, like all of his teammates, friends, coach, and school’s students in the crowd cheering them on, all counting on him-, oh, and their hopes of still slipping into their group of college’s baseball playoff bracket, making every game count now, there was yet another thing on his mind.


Their bet with the Softball Girls.


When it came to their bet, it was already a dire situation. If he came through here, it wouldn’t win the bet, it would only keep their hopes of winning it alive for at least a little longer. If they lost tonight, they officially would no longer be able to match or beat out the record of their school’s Softball team, which had gone on an amazing season.


While he had stepped out of the box to briefly compose himself, he couldn’t help but scan over the crowd, until he found them. Riley, Keri, Amy, and Brooklyn. They had seemed to be enjoying themselves, giving joyful smiles and playful, teasing waves as they noticed he was looking towards them. They knew they were inching closer and closer to victory.


Now, it was time.


He set himself as the pitcher entered his windup, and fired the ball towards the plate.


Chase began to swing………and the pitch cut sharply down and away, his bat swinging through empty air.


As Chase swung and missed, the 4 girls erupted into excited squeals, high fives, and hugs. Meanwhile, most of the crowd either silently shook their heads, stared in disbelief, booed, or had a laugh with their friends at their school’s lousy team as they got up to leave.


Their teammates off the field had similar reactions, with some groans of frustration at another blown chance to win.


Chase froze for a moment in disbelief, as the umpire signaled strike 3, and the opposing catcher raised his arms and went to congratulate their pitcher.


Bryson and Elliot, prepped to break for it and race home, did the same. After a moment, they begin to slowly walk away from their bases with their heads down in disappointment. Chase did the same, dragging his bat behind him.


Chase, Bryson, and Elliot, converged on their team’s dugout in silence, all three of them frustrated and disappointed.


“Good game guys.” Coach Sarah told them, remaining positive and trying to encourage the dejected group. “Played em close, just one or two timely plays short today.” She said. It didn’t raise their sprits, though.

Their old coach, an older man, had retired from the college, and his extra responsibility of coaching the school’s baseball team, a while ago. Then, they ended up with a woman coaching their team. Chase, Elliot, Bryson, and Aaron, the teams best players and leaders, weren’t exactly happy about a female coach, but what could they do?


After a few minutes, they made their way to their locker room to put away gear and gather their things. It was a very quiet post game atmosphere. As the rest of the team soon filed out, their coach was the only one left with them.


On her own way out, Sarah paused, looking at the four of them. “Keep your heads up guys, we were close tonight. We’re right on the edge of turning this around and going on a nice run, I can feel it.” She said with a smile.


“Thanks.” Bryson replied quietly, with no enthusiasm.


“Goodnight guys!” Coach Sarah said cheerfully as she walked out.


Now, the four of them were finally alone, and they all silently knew they were thinking the same thing. Only 2 minutes later, their thoughts became reality, as the 4 softball players burst in. On a warm Summer night at the game, the girls were wearing tight short shorts and T-shirts.


By the sound of it, they were in the exact opposite mood, laughing and chatting away as they entered.


“Well guys, looks like we have our winners!” Riley, the softball team captain, triumphantly announced with a bright smile.


“Wait…….who won?” Brooklyn ‘asked’, barely containing a wide grin. Aaron let out a small groan, as Brooklyn quickly made it clear that the girls had every intention of rubbing it in.


“You know.” Elliot replied, rolling his eyes.


“Ummm, I can’t remember either!” Keri added, playing along, and cracking up into giggles as she finished talking.


“Ugh, they beat us didn’t they.” Amy said, keeping it going.


“Oh, just shut up already.” Chase said in mild annoyance.


“I think you guys should remind us who won.” Riley smirked.


“You girls won, you beat us.” Chase said, rolling his eyes. “Happy now?”


“I think so.” A satisfied Riley replied, looking to her friends as they nodded in agreement. “You remember the forfeit though, right?”


“Uh, I don’t remember any-“ Bryson awkwardly began to answer.


“Nice try!” Brooklyn cut him off. Well, it was worth a try.


“You know what you agreed to.” Keri said playfully, hands on her hips.


“The Losers belong to the Winners until next season.” Amy proudly announced, with a confident smile.


“Come on Riley, isn’t beating us enough?” Chase tried to reason with her.


“Hmm……no!” Riley replied, her friends breaking into small laughs.


“We would’ve let you guys off the hook if-“ Elliot began, knowing it was a lie.


“No you wouldn’t!” Brooklyn interjected.


“We won fairly, and now it’s time to pay up.” Amy declared with a grin.


“Alright, fine.” A tired, defeated Chase conceded. It couldn’t be that bad anyway. What could they possibly have in mind? The girls would get bored and end the forfeit in like a week, tops.


“So, first, on your backs.” Riley gestured.


With some hesitation and confusion, the four boys eventually obeyed……….except for Aaron. “Forget it, I’m not doing this.” Aaron said defiantly. “You won, good for you, but the rest of the bet is off.” He said, walking towards the girls to pass them and leave.


“Oh just take the loss with some dignity” Riley said. “Don’t break out the excuses on us and try to back out cause it didn’t go your way.”


“You can’t force me to hold up my end of the bet, so sounds like your problem.” Aaron said with a shrug.


“Fuck that, no way you’re backing out on us now!” Amy said forcefully, grabbing him as he tried to go past them.


“Hey! Get off of me!” Aaron demanded. What the hell are you doing?!”


“Brooklyn, a little help!” Amy grunted, as she and Aaron began to grapple each other.


“Oh, got it!” Brooklyn quickly replied, joining in. She and Keri were caught off guard by Amy suddenly getting physical with Aaron to stop him, and were just watching in surprise.


Meanwhile, Chase, Bryson, and Elliot, just lay there awkwardly half watching the scene play out. They had neither the energy or willpower to fight with the girls over this right now, and just wanted to get this over with for now so they could go home and relax.


With Brooklyn helping to trip him up from behind, she and Amy were able to force him to the floor with his teammates quite easily, slowly dragging him closer to them despite his thrashing.


“What the hell is wrong with you two?!” Aaron shouted.


“Just collecting our forfeit.” Brooklyn said with satisfaction.


“You ARE going to honor this bet.” Amy said firmly, with a fire in her voice. Now, it was time to finish subduing him.


Amy dropped herself down hard onto his stomach, making him give an ‘oof’ as the air was knocked out of him.


It was probably unnecessary now, but Brooklyn continued to provide a little unfair help, kneeling down behind his head and helping Amy grab and pin down his arms over his head, as she slid up to his neck.


“You can’t double team me, that’s not even fair!” Aaron complained, knowing he was defeated.


“You mean just like trying to back out on a bet when you lose?” Amy taunted, applying more force down on his already pinned arms.


Riley, who had been silent throughout this, gave a few teasing dramatic claps. “Wow, well done girls. You made it look easy!”


“Cause it was.” Brooklyn said triumphantly, though Amy did most of the work, really. Brooklyn got up now that Amy had things fully under control.


Keri did feel just slightly bad for Aaron, but when Amy got in that determined, fiery mood, you didn’t interfere.


Relieved that Aaron was finally done dragging things out, Chase, Bryson, and Elliot awaited what came next.


“Don’t worry guys, we just want to get a……..memory, or two, of this. Then we’ll be done…….for tonight.” Riley explained. That wasn’t ideal, but to the tired boys, that sounded great at the moment.


Suddenly, Aaron began to struggle against Amy’s solid schoolgirl pin. He didn’t know what Riley meant by ‘get a memory or two of this’, but he’d rather not find out. It made his friends anxious too, but still not enough to physically resist.


“Need any more help?” Brooklyn offered.


“No……he’s mine, now.” Amy replied with a little strain in her voice.


After a few more moments of hard struggling against a non budging Amy, a fatigued Aaron went still. From the first struggle, on top of the game, he was pretty much done for the night himself.


Successfully defeating his last escape attempt by herself, Amy took the liberty of sliding forwards a bit more, planting her tight short shorts covered crotch over his nose and mouth. “Ah, perfect place for the winner.” A very satisfied Amy sighed in victory.


“Oooh, I wanna try that!” Keri said with excitement. “Hmmm, I think I’ll try it the other way though!” She decided, randomly choosing Bryson as her ‘victim’.


“H-hold on a second, Keri-ummmmph!” An embarrassed Bryson tried to say, having an idea of what she was thinking as she quickly descended upon him with no warning, spinning herself around and dropping her ass on his face.


Riley and Brooklyn couldn’t help but share a few light laughs at Keri’s enthusiasm.


“MMMPH MMM HMMM!” Aaron complained into Amy’s crotch.


“That’s what you get Aaron.” Brooklyn said, walking past. “You were being a pussy about it, so now you’re getting put in your place by her’s! She said, making herself laugh.


“Make sure you’re letting him breathe a little bit, Keri.” Riley kindly warned her over eager friend, just in case.


“I know that.” Keri jokingly rolled her eyes, lifting off of his face.


“Do you girls……have to rub it in…….so much.” Bryson said through heavy breathing.


“That’s not rubbing it in, THIS is!” Keri giggled, lowering back onto his face and lightly grinding her butt into his face. Bryson let out a small groan as Keri’s ass wiggled on his face, regretting that he even said anything.


Riley couldn’t help but grin as Keri had her fun. Keri would always make you laugh or smile somehow, no matter what. She had that energy where it was just impossible to be with her and be miserable.


“Mmmm, I think you two are making this a bit too enjoyable for them.” Brooklyn smirked, glancing to Aaron, smothered in Amy’s crotch, and then to Bryson, buried in Keri’s wiggling ass.


Brooklyn went to Elliot, who immediately protested “oh no, you’re not sitting on MY face!”


“Don’t worry, I’m not, but I could if I wanted too.” Brooklyn replied, having a seat on his stomach.


Instead of trying to sit on his face, she just kicked off her flip flops, stretched her legs forwards, and shoved her feet onto his face.


“Stop-phmm, it!” He immediately complained in disgust, trying to turn his head away.


As he reached to grab her legs, Brooklyn warned “Are you sure you wanna fight me right now? I mean, I could just kick you in the face right now, if I wanted too. I’d rather not, but it could even happen by mistake in this position.” She finished with a shrug.


That immediately made him reconsider things. Assuming she really wouldn’t intentionally do it, he still definitely didn’t want to even risk leaving here with a visible bruise or busted nose, and have to explain to people that he got kicked in the face by a girl.


So, after briefly rethinking it, he lowered his arms back down to the floor, surrendering his face to Brooklyn’s feet. In flip flops, she hadn’t really worked up a sweat or anything, it was really just the humiliation of it that he had to cope with.


“Smart choice.” Brooklyn happily reacted to his surrender.


Riley looked over the three pairs of two. One boy under a girl’s crotch, one under a girl’s ass, and lastly, one under a girl’s feet. She and Chase were the last ones left.


Riley stepped over next to Chase’s head, kicking off a sneaker.


Riley then victoriously placed her barefoot against his cheek, forcing most of his vision towards his teammates, who were facing their own forms of humiliation. Quietly, she pulled out her phone.


Chase wasn’t quite as ‘fortunate’ as Elliot. With Riley wearing sneakers rather then the open flip flops Brooklyn wore, outdoors on the warm night, her foot was warm and a bit moist, even without much physical activity. He’d gladly trade places with Elliot right now.


With their victims oblivious to what she was doing, Riley held up her phone, carefully finding the perfect angle to capture herself, with Chase under her foot, Brooklyn with her feet resting on Elliot’s face, Keri with Bryson’s face buried in her cheeks, and last but not least, Amy sitting atop Aaron’s face with only his eyes peeking out, but stuck looking straight up at his conquerer.


“Ready girls!?” Riley energetically shouted, giving them a quick 2-3 seconds before snapping the picture.


“Wait! Did you just take a picture?!” A panicked Chase shouted, as all four of them began squirming again under their girl.


“Relax.” Riley said. “It’s for personal keeping. It stays between us, I promise.” She calmingly assured.


“Why should we trust you?” Elliot complained, pushing Brooklyn’s feet back for a moment just to get some words out.


“Like you have a choice.” Brooklyn laughed, gently rubbing a foot against his face.


“I promise guys, I reallllllllyyyyy don’t want to share this picture with anyone. Well, other then Keri, Amy, and Brooklyn, obviously.” She added with a small laugh.


“BUT” Riley continued, “If you aren’t very nice and try to bail out on our bet after tonight, well, I won’t have much of a choice.”


“Hear that Aaron” Amy taunted. “Try to cheat us out of our prize and screw us over, and we’ll just have to do the same.” She smirked.


“So it’s really up to you guys.” Riley began wrapping up as Amy finished her little threat. “We really wouldn’t want to do that to anyone, but if you force us too, we’ll just have to push through and do it, I guess.” She finished with a frown.


With that, Riley finally removed her foot from Chase’s face and slipped it back into her sneaker, to his relief.


Brooklyn removed her feet from Elliot’s face as well, getting up.


Amy did the same, lifting her crotch off of Aaron’s face.


The last to abandon her dominant position, was Keri. She’d had too much fun reverse facesitting Bryson. With a slight disappointed hesitation, she finally peeled her cheeks from his face, getting up too. He was finally free from Keri’s ass.


“Did we have to stop so soon?” Keri playfully complained.


“Don’t worry Keri, it’s just the start. Next season is a good ways off.” Riley assured with a laugh.


With that, the softball girls made their way out, paying no more attention to Chase, Bryson, Elliot, or Aaron.


The last thing they heard before the door closed behind the girls, was their laughter as Riley let them see their ‘group photo’.





End Of Part 1:


- A new story series begins. I’m not abandoning the VR series, it’ll be continued at some point. It’s just on hold for now. I’m really excited for this new series though, so hopefully some of you enjoy it as well so I can continue it. I’m not sure how long it’ll go yet, but it should run for a little while.


- This part 1 has a lot more domination then actual wrestling action, but don’t worry, a lot more wrestling is coming.

- Lastly, I want to clear this up now, just in case anyone’s getting the wrong idea. We’re not going down the ‘overly mean, bullying’ route with Riley, Brooklyn, Keri, and Amy. This won’t just be ‘Cheerleading Is A Sport’ 2.0.

[mixfightor]

I can't feel bad for any of those four guys. Brooklyn, Keri, Amy and Riley are smoking hot and I am looking forward to them reaping the rewards of their bet for a long time to come.

Excellent start to the story, mate. Thank you.

[daniel88]

Excellent story! Enjoyed it immensely. Thank You very much!

[Bi11yDaman]

Seeing a new story from you always makes my day! Fantastic work!

[Unknown156]

Another great start of a story from a great author. Can't wait to see how you develop this.

[blackice225]

- Lastly, I want to clear this up now, just in case anyone’s getting the wrong idea. We’re not going down the ‘overly mean, bullying’ route with Riley, Brooklyn, Keri, and Amy. This won’t just be ‘Cheerleading Is A Sport’ 2.0.

Pressing X to doubt.

[luffarungen]

Originally Posted by blackice225 [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Pressing X to doubt.

same. 90% of the stories on this website have the exact same basic female domination behaviors.

[Josh42]

Originally Posted by luffarungen [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

same. 90% of the stories on this website have the exact same basic female domination behaviors.

Well, you could always move on and keep looking for that 10% of stories that have what you’re looking for, instead of complaining that this isn’t what you want it to be so far. Many other people enjoy those stories, even if you don’t.

Most of the ‘criticism’ or negative comments I see writers get here seems to boil down to “it’s not to my tastes!”, rather then anything constructive to help the author improve, and I don’t see the point of it. Not every story is going to be ‘for you’, others enjoy different types of stories, and enjoy different things in a story, etc. What is basic or boring to you, is ‘good’ to others.

Not much else to say to it other than, move on to the next one and see if it is the kind of story you like. It’s all good if you don’t like this story or any of my stories, but comments like yours and blackice’s are sort of pointless.

[mixfightor]

For at least half of my life, I was barely aware that anybody else even knew what mixed wrestling was. When I found this forum, with so many people sharing their fantasies and stories, it was almost a revelation. Even if some writers focus on things that I don't like, or lack in some areas of storytelling, I still feel very, very lucky that they are motivated to share their stories with us.

Some may feel that I am too effusive with my praise, but I feel like it is such a small thing to let people like yourself, Josh, know how much I appreciate not only the fact you share stories with us, but that you spend time dreaming up ideas, planning them out, writing and editing them as well. I have written stories in the past, and I know it is rarely a quick five minute thing. Especially when you have multiple installments bringing together dozens of distinct characters and overlapping story arcs. That you and my other favourite authors are so generous with your time and your talent is truly humbling to me.

Thanks again, mate.

[blackice225]

Why am I doubting you? Because this story has the boys as the protagonists and the softball girls as the antagonists, which is weird for this site. Usually, those roles would be reversed with a wink and a nod because we already know the ending.


You are outside of your and this site's comfort zone. You expect me to believe this story will be some cheesy Disney movie where the boys overcome the rampant bullying of the girls and strike back only for both sides to negotiate a truce and work to improve their abilities for next season?

Well, you could always move on and keep looking for that 10% of stories that have what you’re looking for, instead of complaining that this isn’t what you want it to be so far. Many other people enjoy those stories, even if you don’t.

Most of the ‘criticism’ or negative comments I see writers get here seems to boil down to “it’s not to my tastes!”, rather then anything constructive to help the author improve, and I don’t see the point of it. Not every story is going to be ‘for you’, others enjoy different types of stories, and enjoy different things in a story, etc. What is basic or boring to you, is ‘good’ to others.

Not much else to say to it other than, move on to the next one and see if it is the kind of story you like. It’s all good if you don’t like this story or any of my stories, but comments like yours and blackice’s are sort of pointless.

That spells "If you don't like my politics, don't buy my book. Problem solved." to me. All that from me doubting your ability to write a story where the males are the protagonists? All you had to do was write a good story and prove me wrong. This just says you're going to double down and break the protagonists just because they're male and it's expected.