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The building was dark and empty. Security lights shed just a minimal amount of light around the large room. In the center, a huge wrestling mat lay reflecting the yellowish hue of the security lights and the stark green of the EXIT signs.

Across the room, amongst the long, dark shadows, Michael waited for the arrival of his opponent. They were going to settle this score once and for all, he and Joshua. Michael knew he would be the victor, but wanted the satisfaction of intimidating his opponent by making him suffer excruciating pain. It would be easy.  First he would toy with his prey, gradually getting rougher and increasing the amount of punishment until Joshua submitted.  Then he would make him call him "Master."

Joshua knew what awaited him. He was well aware that once Michael had secured his legs around his body, he would not recover. He feared the power and the strength of Michael's legs...and with just cause.

Michael's legs were the strongest part of his body, capable of squeezing well over 2000 pounds of pressure without him even breaking a sweat! The rest of his body was certainly strong, but the strength of his legs went unmatched. They could squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze forever. Michael thrived on dishing out this punishment, it made him happy.

Joshua entered the gym timidly and made his way across the room onto the mat.

Michael's deep, resonant voice penetrated the darkness, "Well it's about time. I've been waiting for you."

"Where, where are you?" Joshua asked.

"Right here." And with that, Michael sauntered out into the dim light, revealing his broad shoulders and strong back, a slim waist, all tightly sewn together with 170 pounds of pure muscle. A pair of tight black shorts unveiled his legends: his legs. Thickly muscled and intensely defined, the calves alone were intimidating.

"I'm going to squeeze you, Joshua. Harder than you've ever been squeezed before. These pythons are going to coil around you and rob you of your last breath, which will be begging me to let you go. But I won't let you go. I'll just squeeze you harder and harder. Mmm, it's going to feel so goooood." A smile curled up from the lips of the Master.

Joshua sensed his destiny, but told Michael that he was here to prove that he didn't care about idle threats. "Idle?" quipped Michael.  That was his only response. His legs quivered as they stood waiting to wrap themselves around Joshua and begin the long squeeeeeze.

Joshua was much smaller than Michael, and lacked the definition of his opponent. He removed his jacket and moved onto the mat. The legs drew even closer.  Joshua watched as they tensed and relaxed, like the musculature and definition of a living Michelangelo sculpture.

They started on their knees and quickly tied up. Almost immediately Michael gained control. He overpowered Joshua, and pushed his head down toward the mat right between his legs.

Joshua felt instant thickness and density around his head. The calves crossed, bringing massive, hard calf muscles into his face. Pressure began immediately. The thigh muscles surrounded his head and over his ears. Suddenly -- there was no sound.

Michael leaned on his right side, turning his helpless victim and then stretching his legs out straight. Joshua was in one of Michael's deadly head scissors.  It seemed like hours had passed, then Michael began to squeeze. Each time the pythons squeezed harder -- a rumbling sound entered Joshua's ears. He could do nothing but lay in between the thighs that bound him and absorb the punishment. Almost without warning, Michael released his victim. Joshua shook with astonishment from the instant release of pressure.

As Joshua sat up, a sick dizziness swam over him. He struggled to regain his bearings. Eventually, his vision cleared and focused onto the tall silhouette of Michael's frame drowning out the yellowish-green light.

"Get up! Fool!" ordered Michael. "I want to play with you before I take you down for good."

Joshua reluctantly got up. Immediately Michael sprang at him, tripping him and following Joshua to the mat. Michael lay on top of him motionless, waiting for Joshua to make a move.

"Why'd you have to talk to my brother that way, huh?" asked an impatient Michael, slapping Joshua on the head. "If you want to talk--try this!"

Michael's right arm quickly encoiled Joshua's head with muscle and cinched shut. Joshua was relieved that Michael hadn't put him between those legs of steel again. But just as he thought this, Michael swung his legs around and pulled Joshua's chest into them. Again with lightning speed the calves crossed and locked around their waiting prey. Joshua began to squirm, he knew what was going to happen. Before Michael even began applying a hint of pressure, the weight of his thighs were bearing down on his victim. All at once, Michael's muscles tightened. Joshua could feel the thickness of the lean, defined pythons starting to press in and squeeze his ribs.

"Say you're sorry!" demanded the Master.

But massive inner thigh muscles quickly squeezed in and prevented Joshua from uttering no more than a loud groan as the air was forced from his lungs.

"I said, Say you're sorry!"

The tremendous pressure raised a notch higher and a caused a warm, tingling sensation at the lower left of Joshua's ribcage.  Michael snapped his thighs together and then released Joshua.

"Do you want some more? I'm not even short of breath, punk! I think you do want some more, don't you?"

Joshua lay on his back and hazily gazed at Michael looming above him. Michael kept walking around Joshua to intimidate him and humiliate him.  Then he walked around to Joshua's head and stood above him with a foot at each of  his shoulders. He knelt down, placing his hands on Joshua's chest, again forcing out the air. Joshua's eyes looked upward at Michael's massive thighs, staring and marveling at their definition as they quivered and tensed to keep Michael's balance. Michael reached around and pulled up Joshua's head by his hair and locked his right calf behind his left knee. Joshua's head once again swam in the muscularity of Michael's grip.

"My brother calls my hamstrings razor blades. Want to see why???"

With that, a deeper constriction began. Walls of hamstrings pressed against Joshua's head, calf muscles flattened broadly against his left ear. All came pressing together, squeezing around him. It seemed as though Michael could squeeze endlessly.  And when Joshua thought the pressure was at its peak, a new level of intensity would ensue. Joshua's face was viced into a wall of thigh muscles. Bright lights and roaring sounds overtook his senses as he fell victim again to the power of Michael's legs.

Once again Michael released his victim and then crawled away. It seemed that he had disappeared. Joshua was unable to catch his breath, and now an intense dizzying headache pounded at his temples.

All was silent, Michael was nowhere in sight. All Joshua could hear was the roar of exhaust fans and the whirring of passing cars. It was over.

Joshua remembered an empty chair in the corner of the mat and he moved backward to lean against it to regain his consciousness. He had been defeated badly. He could still feel the powerful constriction of Michael's figure-four on his head as he leaned back against the chair. But when he opened his eyes he realized that he had landed back into Michael's powerful thighs.

Before he could even move, Michael folded his right calf in front of Joshua's face and hooked it behind his left leg. Michael's right thigh was at Joshua's right temple, and his right calf was at Joshua's left temple. Joshua's face and forehead were again in the vise. Michael's final act of infliction pressed hard at Joshua's temples, even causing his sinuses to close. Joshua could hardly breathe.

"I told you I was going to squeeze you harder than ever...didn't I !!! I always keep my word. You do know that, don't you Joshua?"

Michael then straightened out his legs and squeezed harder.

"Say, 'I'm sorry, Master!'"

Joshua was unable to speak.

Michael then poured it all on, tightening his thighs and pressing in with his knees. The pressure was intense.

"I said, 'Say,"I'm sorry, Master!"'"

Joshua could say nothing.

Then, a pressure Joshua had never known before began. Michael tightened his inner thighs making them rock hard. This combined with straightening his legs and pressing in with his knees gave him the extra pressure he needed to crush ribcages and force his prey to pass out.

Joshua could no longer stand it. He could feel Michael's thighs all the way from the top of his head to the nape of his neck. Massive walls of sinewy strength began to rob Joshua of his resistance and endurance and he finally yelled, "I'm sorry, Master!!"

"That's Master Michael, sir."

Joshua fell silent. Michael squeezed even harder.

"Joshua, I'm waiting. I can squeeze harder, you know. I could crush your skull like a walnut!"

"I'm sorry, Master Michael, sir!"

"Well now, that's more like it. Now, say goodnight."

Michael drew in a breath and gave Joshua one final burst to remember the occasion by, at which Joshua began to flail uncontrollably. It did indeed feel as if his skull was going to crush under the amount of pressure Michael's powerful legs were inflicting. Michael took joy in continuing the relentless embrace, his thighs bursting with tension and flexing of his thick deadly muscles. Joshua's movements lessened until his arms eventually fell limp and was unconscious in the massive hold of his Master.

"I hope you have learned your lesson." Michael quipped as he walked away leaving Joshua to wake on his own.  "Don't ever let me catch you talking like that about anyone ever again, especially my brother! Or else next time I'll squeeze your brains out your ears." His legends bulged and flexed as he sauntered into the shadows.  Justice was served once again.

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