"Scissors and
Paybacks" by BigSqueezer
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Nick flexed in front of the mirror
in the gym dressed only in tight spandex shorts.
His trainer hated when he spent time in front of
the mirror. "That'll give you a bad view of
yourself. You'll get in the ring and think being
pretty is enough. Any day you think pretty is
enough, you come into the ring with me."
Mickey would push his gut up over his belt when
he said that.
Nick wouldn't dare laugh
though. He knew what Mickey was like when he was
in shape. Just because there's fat over that gut
means he's just slower, not weaker. Besides, when
Mickey found him, he was a skinny punk working on
a beer gut of his own. Fighting wasn't real. Any
guy could beat him.
But thanks to Mickey,
life was different now. He was Nick Nicano.
"Twist & Snap Nicano" they called
him in the media, "a submission
technician", "respected by the strong,
feared by the pretenders." Mickey hated
publicity and fame. It gave fighters too much
temptation to believe stupid things.
Mickey went down the
hall and Nick flexed again. He turned to give the
mirror a side-chest shot. His right pec rolled
tightly. He put his arm over his head in a
classic lat pose. His lats rippled like wings and
showed armor plated serratus under his skin. His
long black hair was pulled into a tail and an
abrasive five o'clock shadow colored his chin. A
light fuzzy black fur covered his torso and legs.
Formidable!
Nick was more than
pleased, he was relieved. Nothing what he used to
look like. Years ago, he was thin and lightly
muscled. He wanted to be an athlete but always
listened to people tell him how hard the sport of
wrestling was. There was a point when he decided
that they were wrong. That was when he first met
Mike.
It was here in Rec Hall.
He remembered the exhibition he saw years ago.
There were twenty collegiate wrestlers that were
training for the Olympics. They were going up
against the University team. Mike wrestled with
the University squad but also won a berth on the
Olympic Team.
He was blonde and wore
classic birth-control glasses. His body was a
weapon, hard muscle, sculpted from marble,
rippling with power. He was an Olympic legend
come to life. And he liked to play with his new
toy, Nick. Nick was five years his junior and was
a cute boy. He always challenged Mike to wrestle.
But the "toy" would fall or get stuck
in a punishing hold because he never knew better.
Mike's favorite
punishment was face-to-face body scissors. Of
course he could crush little Nick in his muscular
legs. He was pretty sure even Nick knew that. The
kid just challenged him over and over. He had
this determination to wrestle and win even though
he might get hurt. It was brave, endearing. Mike
even entertained dragging his toy into some of
his more aggressive fantasies, but never tried.
But Mike rather liked
the look of panic mixed with concentration on
Nick's face when he wrapped his muscled thighs
around Nick's middle. Squeezing slowly, clutching
Nick's struggling wrists, Nick's face would twist
and his eyes would close, earnestly holding back
with his as the constricting tide of muscle
squeezed. And Squeezed!!!
Deep from the throat,
"AAAhhhrghh," as all the wind was
driven from his lungs by pythons thick as trees.
Mike got such a rush at seeing young Nick
fight his scissors hold with all his will. Every
time he caught Nick, the fight inside Nick's head
played itself out on his face, always resolving
into the grim insistence not to give. Mike was
thrilled. His prey was out muscled, this was
certain. He could only hope to endure crushing
pain without end. Yet he held on. Mike's huge
calves dug into Nick's lats even further. Nick's
mouth opened to draw a breath. Nothing came. His
face reddened but his resolve remained firm.
"You give?" asked Mike.
Nick just shook his head
violently. "I'll let you breathe..."
Mike teased. Nick just shook his head, weaker
now. The strength of his thrashing attempts to
free his wrists waned as Mike's muscles slowly
squeezed Nick's young body into submission. Mike
knew he could squeeze a submission out of him in
about another minute. He saw no sense in getting
a young hopeful to confess weakness. He just
might lose his fun toy to total defeat. The world
might lose a good wrestler. Mike loosened the
constricting hold just enough for Nick to get
some air.
Nick sucked gladly on
his first full breath in a couple minutes. His
head swam with stars and the world sounded like
his head was in a fishbowl. He couldn't really
see but felt Mike's huge legs snake into a new
position holding him tightly, but not squeezing.
They were warm and comfortable this way. He knew
that was a dangerous comfort and wouldn't last
long. Mike was waiting for something. Nick
blinked his eyes and focused on Mike's face,
which now smiled down at Nick with a sparkle in
his blue eyes. "Why don't you quit?"
"Doesn't matter
Mike...you've got me, so you can crush me,"
Nick said panting. "Even if I quit, you can
still crush me."
"I might let you
go." Mike said and tightened his legs to
make his point.
"Doesn't
matter," Nick gasped. "You might or you
might not. You're in control until I break
free."
"Say you give"
Mike said, and reapplied his relentless pressure.
Nick collapsed onto Mike's muscular chest.
"Noooo!"
shouted Nick through the rush of air muscled from
his torso.
Mike repeated, "Say
you give..." (squeeze.) "Say you
give!" (squeeze!) "Say it!!!"
(SQUEEZE!!)
"No." Nick
whispered and passed out, muscled into silence by
the coils of Mike.
Nick woke to a cold wet
towel thrown on his face. His shaking hand pulled
the towel off to reveal Mike standing over him.
Mike smiled and turned to leave.
"Thanks," he
said over his shoulder. "Any time you need
to be cut in half, I have a good pair of scissors
for you."
Mike left before he
could hear Nick let out in a whisper,
"No..next time I get to use the
scissors."
**********************************************
In the locker room at Rec Hall,
Nick flexed his legs and looked in the mirror.
Meat, rippling and bronzed, leapt into solid
cords. He remembered his last treatment from
Mike. It made his loins stir thinking about it.
Now it's time for payback. He never really
thought he'd ever get a rematch.
But Mike was a medalist
and was tearing up the unworthy around the world.
He was now a big contender in the PFA: Planetary
Fighting Alliance - which is made up of
wrestling, boxing, karate, and all kinds of
brawling. In the advanced divisions, the PFA was
the only fight group that mixed alien races, a
practice against most of the Planetary Charters
of most Star Systems. The rules were far from
usual though. A pin will win, but a submission is
the best. The crowds roar and superiority is
definite.
And Mike is now Mike
Thunder. He's bigger and thicker and faster than
he ever was. Nick looked forward to seeing him.
"My favorite toy" Nick heard behind
him. He turned and saw his powerful contender.
Mike wore black
wrestling shoes with thick socks that looked
small next to his thick calves. His chest and
shoulders filled the sweatshirt he wore and his
blue eyes sparkled, not concealed by black
glasses anymore. And there were the thighs Nick
remembered. He only thought they were huge
before. They seemed MUCH bigger now. Smooth and
massive, Mike's pythonic legs were a visible
warning to any fighter to tread carefully, or be
crushed here. Mike's cutoff denim shorts were
stretched tight by the girth of his muscular
thighs. Nick felt warm inside seeing his idol,
secretly wanting to touch those quads to see if
they were real. He was sure that time would come
soon enough.
"Hey Mike,"
Nick said , not trying to conceal his smile.
"You're looking good. What, no medals?"
With a smile and a wave
of his hand Mike said, "People think I
should wear them everywhere." He closed the
distance slowly and hugged Nick with three hard
slaps on the back. "You look strong. You've
been working."
Nick grinned,
"Working hard. Have to catch you."
"Catch me?"
Mike said with an evil grin. "I still have a
pair of scissors for you."
Nick flexed his legs,
"Well, I got a pair too...we'll see."
Mike dropped his bag and
walked to the locker room door. He looked out in
the hall both ways. He smiled and nodded, kicked
away the doorstop and let the door close with a
pneumatic hiss. Mike's thick hands reached under
his shirt and rubbed at his stomach.
"Care for a
warm-up?" Mike asked.
He slowly slipped his
shirt over his head to reveal a wall of bricks
that was his waistline and a pair of enormous
pecs. His arms were huge and rippling.
"You're gonna have
to squeeze me pretty hard to get through
this." Mike said rubbing his rippling abs.
"If you
insist." Nick said without emotion.
Mike led the way walking
past the lockers to a familiar warmup mat. It
wasn't a big area, only about 20 feet square, but
was intended for polite warmups and stretching.
This was the same mat the Nick got crushed on
years ago.
Mike faced Nick and
smiled. He put out his hand and Nick grabbed it
and shook. Both men nodded and took a low
crouched stance. Nick shot inside and Mike
deflected his arm to the left and reached in to
clench. Mike's right hand reached under Nick's
armpit and laid flat on Nick's left shoulder
blade. His other hand grabbed Nick's right
shoulder and his strong fingers dug in.
Nick held on with a
collar-and-elbow tie-up. He kept his left hand
free to reach for a leg. If he could get Mike
down, he'd show him a ride to remember. They both
held tight in the clench feeling each other's
strength. Feints and shoves told all.
Mike put his right hand
on Nick's pec and sharply shoved him away. Nick
stumbled back and hit the tiled wall. Mike just
smiled, standing in the center of the mat. Nick
cautiously came back to center. They tied up
again.
Mike put his hand on
Nick's bulging pecs and pushed again. Nick leaned
in to hold off the push. Suddenly, Mike pulled
back and let Nick fall slightly forward, arms
spread to catch himself. It was a quick move but
enough for Mike to drive both of his 20 inch arms
under Nick's massive arms, reaching for a
powerful bearhug.
In a last ditch escape
effort, Nick pushed on Mike's shoulders to pull
back from the imminent hold, promising to circle
his torso with two muscular Boas, and squeeze him
until he hung from his arms like a limp rag.
Nick's hands slipped off Mike's smooth shoulder
muscles. Nick remembered Mike liked dealing out
all the squeezing punishment holds and felt
foolish for forgetting. Nick knew fools get
punished and readied himself as he felt Mike's
hands slip around behind him. They joined and
clasped behind Nick, and Nick felt Mike's first
real squeeze.
Mike pulled Nick against
his brick wall hard and the breath came from
Nick's chest with a "WHUUUUUGH!". Mike
braced his face against Nick's muscular shoulder
and dug his biceps into Nick's lats, squeezing
relentlessly.
Nick sucked in his
breath in short gasps. In the old days, his back
would've broken under that pressure. He now
worried about their match tonight. If this was
the way Mike warmed up, it would be a hard muscle
fight.
Nick knew he had to get
out of Mike's vice-like arms. Their sweat made it
easier for Mike to tighten his smooth muscles
around Nick even more. But it could work to
Nick's advantage as well.
Prying Mike's face from
his shoulder, Nick pressed his muscular hands
into Mike's armpits with his thumbs over the bulk
of Mike's huge pecs. He dug his fingers behind
the muscle and his thick thumbs became talons of
a piercing pec claw. Nick hoped his timing was
right. If it was, he would be free and Mike would
be trying to work his way out of a surprise.
Mike groaned as the pain
of the pec claw robbed him of the strength to
continue the bearhug effectively. Nick drew a
couple deep breaths and doubled his pressure,
working his probing fingers into the nerves under
Mike's arms. Mike knew he would have to let go
and use his hands to pry loose the double claw.
Nick timed his next move
perfectly. Just as Mike released his grip around
Nick's torso, Nick kicked his legs in the air and
hung all his weight on the claw hold. Mike
groaned in pain as both wrestlers hit the mat.
Nick landed on his back and dragged Mike down
between Nick's waiting thighs. Nick clamped even
harder on Mike's pecs and slowly closed his
massive legs around Mike's torso. The move was
unbearably slow for Mike. He struggled against
Nick's powerful hands knowing those huge legs
were slowly moving in to work on that payback
squeeze. Mike had no idea how strong Nick's legs
really were, but he feared he had underestimated
the new power of his "toy."
Nick slowly crossed his
ankles behind Mike and said, "I hope you
didn't have a big lunch." With that he
suddenly snapped his legs straight, and squeezed
hard. Mike's breath only came in gasps. He was
stunned at how strong his admirer had become.
Nick could feel a rippling rush as Mike flexed
his abdominal muscles to hold back the
constricting pressure of Nick's muscular legs.
Mike pulled on Nick's thick wrists only to be
surprised at how much more that made the ripping
pec hold hurt.
"You give?"
Nick asked unable to conceal his pleasure at
holding his former idol and adversary in such
crushing pain.
"I gave...at the
office." Mike managed through gritting teeth
and closed eyes.
Nick pumped his legs
harder. And harder. And then pumped the claws and
legs together...squeeze!
"AAAAAARRRRGHHH....
NOOOOOOHHHHH!!!"
Mike's screams were so
loud that Nick's ears were ringing. Mike was
writhing between Nick's legs in surprised
torture, the bricks of his abs straining to
breathe. Nick saw clearly why Mike loved applying
this hold as he watched the twist of pain and
panic on Mike's beautiful face.
In desperation, Mike
released Nick's wrists and grabbed both ears. He
slammed his forehead into Nick's nose so hard
that Nick saw stars. And he did it again. Blood
splattered from Nick's nose and he felt like he
might black out. Nick cinched his pressure
tighter to try to discourage another head butt.
Mike slowed, too pained
to fight for enough breath to scream. Frantically
trapped he drove his forehead into Nick's bloody
face. Nick dodged another shot to the nose by
quickly turning his head and Mike's forehead
caught Nick in the mouth. Nick reeled in pain,
certain he broke a tooth. Mike now bled from a
cut on his forehead.
Mike nailed Nick in the
nose with a fist, snapping his head back and
freeing the claw hold. Nick raised his hands to
stop the next blow ,but it didn't come. Mike
threw his weight to the side and expertly turned
a quarter turn inside the weakened scissors hold.
He grabbed for Nick's feet to pry himself free
from the torturous coils.
Nick shook his head
clear. As Mike grabbed Nick's feet, Nick slapped
his fearsome right hand claw on Mike's exposed
lat muscles and dug his fingers deep into his
muscular side. Mike screamed in pain and
frustration. Nick pulled him back into the
muscular vice with the claw and cinched a side
scissors on his writhing prey. Flexing his bricks
hard, Mike promised himself he would never let
himself fall between Nick's pythons again if he
could only get out. With one knee driving into
his gut and the other biting into the small of
his back, Mike was forced onto his back, his
heaving chest exposed. Nick's claw was burning
into his side.
"You give?"
Nick asked again.
"Not to you!"
Mike gasped.
Squeeze!
"I might let you
go...say you give!!" Squeeze!
Nick was thrilled and
aroused to feel Mike's brick wall crumbling
between his thighs. Mike's left lat flamed with
pain, tempting Mike to more desperate moves. Nick
failed to notice Mike's right index and middle
finger knot into a small but dangerous weapon.
Suddenly Mike stabbed
his knuckles deep into the side of Nick's flexed
thigh with a sharp and powerful strike. Nick's
whole leg went numb. Like a scorpion, Mike hit
him again. Nick's powerful legs popped open and
Mike was free. Mike jabbed deep into that thigh
three more times making damn sure those legs
didn't close on him again, and then without
effort he rolled out of the claw and slipped a
few feet away before collapsing flat on the mat,
gasping for breath.
Nick was stunned. His
leg barely worked. He could move it a little but
couldn't stand on it at all. Nick's head was
ringing from the head butts. He fell in his
attempt to stand. Mike shook his head quickly
reaching recovery. Mike was the first up and
stumbled over to Nick. He grabbed the starry Nick
by the hair, hauled him up to his chest, and
slapped another bearhug on Nick's torso. He hung
onto Nick, forcing him to carry their combined
weight.
"AAAAHHHH! NO!
AHHHHGHHHRRRH!" Nick screamed as his leg
buckled and they tumbled to the ground with Nick
collapsed on his back, and Mike's weight centered
directly on his chest. Mike's legs straddled
Nick's, their groins meeting in a hot press, and
Mike's 20 inch Boas crushing the breath out of
Nick. Mike's face pressed into Nick's pecs, his
clasped hands cutting into his toy's back. The
heat of his worked muscles was scorching. His
breath was like steam on Nick's chest. Mike was
in control and Nick's consciousness was being
squeezed away.
The room was blurry and
Nick felt his mind retreat. He fought for air,
each breath like a 500 pound bench press. He
didn't have the strength to take much more. He
pounded the back of Mike's head with frantic
fists to no avail. Mike just cinched his muscular
vice tighter and squeezed another whimpering cry
from Nick's suffering chest. Then Nick heard
Mickey's voice.
"What the HELL is
going on?!!"
Mickey, Nick's coach,
drove his heavy work boot into Mike's bruised
lats. Mike let lose a pained grunt. Mickey
straddled Mike's back and slipped a nightstick
under his chin. "You better let go or I
crush your windpipe. You understand me,
Blondie!"
Mike unwrapped his arms
from Nick's torso slowly and Mickey let him up.
He was pissed. "This is against PFA rules,
son! You just bought yourself a forfeit! You
attack my fighter and see if you fight in any
league anywhere!"
Mike was exhausted and
took his breath carefully. He just ignored
Mickey. After all, he was paid good to make those
noises. Nick was taking deep breaths trying to
get enough wind to speak.
"Nick, nice warmup.
You okay?" Mike asked.
"You try to snuff
out one of my fighters and call that a warm
up???" Mickey screamed purple with rage.
"I'm okay,"
Nick managed.
Mike got up and walked
over to Nick. Mickey tried to stop him but Mike
straight-armed him away. He helped Nick off the
mat.
Mike looked deep into
Nick's eyes and asked, "How's the leg?"
"Fine... I'm
fine," Nick said.
"Hey stupid, you
didn't lose!" replied Mike.
"Yeah, I
know." said Nick.
"No I don't think
so," Mike said seriously. "I squeezed
your body and you're a bit out of breath. I
didn't hurt you. You're durable. I didn't get you
to say you give. And I'm not going to ask
anymore. It's pointless."
"You're
right," Nick said and smiled a broken grin.
"We're gonna go real hard tonight, aren't
we?" Nick asked.
"It'll be a good
show," Mike said smiling. "Besides,
we're not done yet. I expect we'll be at this a
couple decades."
"You two done or
are you gonna take time to select a proper
silverware pattern?" Mickey said in disgust.
"I'm gone old
man," Mike said. He picked up his bag and
sweatshirt and turned to leave. "Oh, ice the
leg. It'll bruise but you should have no problem
using it." Mike looked into Nick's eyes and
smiled. "I'll catch you later. And then I'll
crush you. But you knew that."
"Get out,"
Mickey said at the end of his patience.
Nick sat on a bench for
an hour with ice on his leg and Mickey in his
ear. Mickey screamed about trusting monsters like
Mike. How they'll make you friends with them so
you'll hesitate when it comes time to crush him.
How he'll pound you and grind you to meat without
worry. And so on. Nick's ribs hurt a bit and he
liked that.
Mike went to his hotel
and soaked in a whirlpool. As the warm water
caressed his bruised lats, he thought about a
plan of attack, now that he knows how his younger
toy fights. He thought about how thrilling it
will be to crush him into unconsciousness. His
strategy of not using his legs on Nick until
tonight went well. Nick only thinks he's felt the
full squeeze from Mike's crushing body scissors.
Mike rubbed his sore ribs and knew that he got
his warning. If he gets caught in between Nick's
devastating legs again, he's stupid and deserves
to be crushed.
Nick shook and flexed
his sore thigh. Mike was right, he had a
beautiful bruise on his thigh, like a purple
daisy. The leg hurt but was still strong enough
to crush most mortals. Probably enough to crush
Mike too, by the looks of Mike's frantic struggle
to get free.
**********************************************
Really, the afternoon's match was
a warm up. PFA fights can be bloody and brutal
and rarely end in nice submissions. Nick's
reputation as a submission technician was rivaled
only by Mike Thunder's. Nick knew Mike was into
rasslin and brawls but tonight the fighter, Mike
Thunder, would go for the squeeze. It was a crowd
pleaser and his personal favorite.
Nick had been given a
plan that Mickey staked his reputation on. Nick
assured Mickey that he had concealed his strength
well in their warmup. However, Nick knew Mike
should be cured of any desires to have muscled
thighs wrapped around his middle. Nick had
watched Mike for years and never saw Mike fight
another man stronger than him. Nick knew he was
at least as strong as Mike.
The crowd watched the
openers and were hungry. They wanted violence and
blood. They smelled of sex and desire, Mike
thought. He wanted to go to Nick and say hello,
but he knew Mickey would forbid any friendly
shit. He probably gave Nick a plan that could
save the match. His dog will come to this fight
ready for meat, not a game of fetch.
The crowd went wild when
they finally entered. PFA had both fighters enter
side by side, behaving themselves, at least until
they shut the cage door on the arena.
Mike walked alone to the
staging area where both fighters get to measure
each other for the first time. Mike stood waiting
in his red satin PFA warmup robe. He didn't wait
long. Mickey led Nick to the staging area. Nick
was dressed in blue satin with silver trim. He
saw Mike and flashed a big smile. "You have
a good soak?" he asked.
"I'm ready,"
Mike said.
"Good," Nick
said. "Play hard!"
"Who's
playin"? I'm going to hug you into
naptime," Mike said keeping his favorite
weapon, the body scissors, unmentioned.
"Do your
worst," Nick said, still smiling.
The music came up and
the crowd stomped in anticipation. Nick Nicano
walked next to his idol and adversary ,Mike
Thunder, and into the lights and the roar. The
smell of the crowd made Nick's trigger stiffen.
It was like foreplay to him, walking next to his
"date" down the isle to the pit, where
he holds him in crushing muscle and makes him beg
for less.
Mike was all business,
ready to wrap his pythons around his toy and
really show him his most brutal squeeze.
They entered the pit and
the padded gate was closed behind them. The music
finished and both fighters discarded their robes,
retrieved by beautiful women with improbable
breasts. They were the main event. It would have
no time limit and would be over on submission.
The starting gong shimmered loudly.
Mike's face went to
stone and Nick knew what it was like to see the
cold machine inside Mike. Like eyes of a snake,
Mike bore a cold stare down on Nick and walked to
the center of the pit. Nick knew many men had
looked into that dispassionate face, just before
they had their breath squeezed from them.
Nick brought his hands
to fists, ready for Mike's assault. Mike charged
and closed the ten feet that separated them and
stopped with an open-handed lunge. Through a
flurry of hand motions, Mike's hand swung quickly
like a slap to the face, Nick raised his fist to
deflect the blow, but Mike quickly swerved,
fingers pointed like a spear toward Nick's open
abs. The pointed chop landed with little effect.
Nick knew it was to
distract or measure. He hopped on the balls of
his bare feet and swung at Mike's face. Mike
ducked down and came up with a round side kick,
his inside ankle hitting Nick in the hip. The
crowd roared at the hit and Nick ground his
teeth. Mike wasn't fighting, but playing the
crowd. Nick decided he could do the same.
Nick bounced on the
balls of his feet again ready to throw a kick of
his own. Mike was waiting for his leg to commit
to the kick and aimed a faster kick at Nick's leg
as it came around. Mike's pointed heel hit its
mark deep in the thigh, right on the bruise.
Pain flashed on Nick's
face. His leg was numb again. It was hard to
stand on it and he was sure he couldn't attack
with it until he could shake the hit out of his
massive muscles.
Before he could recover,
Mike kicked at the leg again. Nick leapt back,
turning to protect his injured leg with his good
one. Suddenly Mike let loose a flurry of kicks to
Nick's good leg. Nick didn't recover. He took the
final kick to the sternum and went down. The
crowd roared and Mike leapt on top of his toy to
soften him up for the squeeze he had coming to
him.
Riding Nick's back, Mike
wrestled Nick into the floor, wrapping his huge
thighs around Nick's numb leg and pulling his
right arm behind his back in a hammerlock. Mike's
thighs came together around Nick's thigh, pythons
on python, and the pain was instant.
Nick didn't want to cry
out. That was the crowd play that Mike wanted.
But his huge leg was beyond numb now. It was in
agony.
Nick tried to raise
himself on his knees. Mike expertly rode him face
first into the floor, still squeezing Nick's leg.
Nick knew this was pointless. Mike would out
wrestle him just like years ago. Nick had to
fight him.
Nick strained with his
mighty arm and pried it free from Mike's
hammerlock with pure strength alone. Just as his
arm popped free, Nick threw back his opposing
elbow catching Mike in his bruised lat muscle.
Mike let out a "whuff," telling Nick he
was on target. He threw his elbow hard and Mike
howled. The crowd roared and Mike backed off.
Mike saw nothing coming
of the combination and released Nick. He got what
he wanted. That leg wasn't squeezing anybody else
today. Now Nick was going to hear Thunder.
As Nick was lifting
himself from the padded floor, Mike quickly
circled behind him and fiercely kicked Nick in
the lats. Nick fell and tried to stand more
slowly. Over and over Mike kicked Nick's back and
ribs and finished the flurry with a knee drop on
the rib cage. Nick was lumbering looking for the
apparent shreds of his plan of attack. His
defenses were dwindling.
Then Mike baited his toy
to make a foolish attack, knowing if Nick took
it, Mike's thighs would close on his toy,
squeezing without mercy. As Nick pulled himself
up on his hands and knees, Mike delivered a light
kick to the top of his head and stood one
motionless moment before Nick's face. Mike saw
Nick gather himself up to spring at a tackle and
he knew he had his toy at last!
Not seeing the trap,
Nick threw himself at Mike with a double leg
tackle to drive Mike back to the floor and spring
on top of his chest. He wrapped his arms around
Mike's thighs and hugged them, both of his
gigantic legs thrusting all his weight forward.
Mike grabbed two handfuls of black hair and
pulled Nick straight up as they both fell
backwards. Nick's momentum drove him further
forward than he wanted and Mike's legs slid
smoothly under Nick's arms as Nick's chest hit
Mike's brick wall of abs. Nick knew he was way
too late to do anything about his trap.
Mike's thighs snaked
around Nick's middle and his bare ankles crossed
at the small of Nick's back. Nick pressed on
Mike's bulging thighs to frantically push them
off his waist before they clamped shut, but the
jaws of muscle closed slowly around his torso
without regard to Nick's struggles.
"Take a deep
breath..." Mike whispered in Nick's ear.
"It's your last for awhile." SQUEEZE!!!
"NO! URRRRGHHHH!
AAAAAAAHHHHHGRRH!!!" Nick wailed as he
tightened his abs against Mike's calculated
torture.
The crowd lathered into
an insane fury. They wanted to see a crushing
hold and didn't want the prey to submit quickly.
Nick obliged and suffered beautifully for them,
pushing against Mike's muscular thighs, bulging
his huge arms and chest in his attempt to escape.
Mike let go of Nick's
hair and hooked his arms around the back of
Nick's massive upper arms, his smooth skin
whispering slowly across Nick's back, sinking in
the hold and limiting Nick's struggles. Nick
thrashed wildly in the vice of muscle and rolled
them both to one side. This only improved Mike's
leverage and the pressure of the merciless body
scissors increased. Nick couldn't even turn in
the constricting hold.
Mike was sadistic and
rough with his toy, knowing that squeezing alone
would put Nick through tremendous pain, but
wouldn't bring the match to submission. He would
have to bring up Nick's fears to get a
submission.
Nick's thrashing
struggle renewed when Mike pumped the pressure on
Nick's torso with an undulating grind; pressure
tightening and loosening, moving to a slightly
different position around Nick's torso each time,
and mercilessly tightening around Nick's body
once again. Nick struggled in Mike's "meat
grinder" unable to get free, refusing to
submit.
Out of options, Nick
squirmed against Mike's abs and chest. It was
clear to Mike that Nick had nowhere to go, though
he struggled to be ANYWHERE but in that body
scissors.
"I'm not going to
ask you to quit," Mike whispered to his toy.
"I will just tell you what's going to happen
to you next."
Nick writhed under the
pressure on his gut and didn't want the lecture.
"I'm getting out of
this and crushing your sorry ASS!
...AAAAOOOOHHHH!" Nick's retort was wrung
into silence as the constricting hold tightened
sharply.
"Next I'm going to
wrap my arms around your head and surround your
whole world in crushing muscle." Mike
whispered into Nick's captive ear.
Nick thrashed in this
torture, angry and frustrated. Mike continued his
prediction.
"Once these arms
close on your head, like an anaconda, I'll
squeeze your brain until you can't hear yourself
scream. I'll constrict your guts so you won't
have breath to scream. And then you'll pass out
and I'll decide if I let you go, or squeeze
harder so you die suffocated in my muscle."
Mike could smell the
fear coming off Nick. This only meant that he
should apply the head hug soon. As planned, he
wrenched his thighs one notch tighter around
Nick's straining middle. Nick tried to loosen the
scissors hold by punching Mike in the lats. But
Mike was invincible.
Then Mike released his
hold on Nick's arms and slowly slid his hands
over Nick's muscular shoulders to coil his arms
around Nick's head. The deliberately slow speed
of the move sent Nick into thrashing panic. Nick
knew he had to get out now. If those muscular
arms closed on him, he was done.
He shook his head side
to side to prevent the promised hold. His efforts
were fruitless for those arms coiled around
Nick's head as he struggled. In his last moment
before darkness, he drove his strong thumbs into
the nerve points under Mike's arms.
Mike twitched in pain,
unable to close his arms completely.
"RRRHAAAAAAMMmmmmph!"
Nick wailed in panic as he disappeared into the
closing circle of muscle. The baking heat from
the gigantic wall of muscle made his waning air
dissipate. Nick's face was pressed into Mike's
huge warm pecs, but the promised squeeze never
came.
Nick's thumbs bit like
chisels into the marble torso he was being
pressed against. Frustrated by the last ditch
effort, Mike growled, still trying to squeeze his
toy into sleep. Desperate for air, Nick discarded
decorum and clamped his teeth on Mike's hot
nipple, biting hard.
Like hitting the ejector
button, Mike's hold completely popped open and
Nick shoved Mike's body away from him. Nick
rolled away heaving to get air. His escape
demonstration was very effective on Mike but took
alot of punishment. He knew he had to recover
fast. Nick shook out his leg and found he had
most of his feeling back. He pumped himself up
with rage and deeply desired to feel Mike's body
suffer in his scissors hold. His dream of hearing
Mike submit coiled and constricted between Nick's
thighs drove Nick to stand. The crowd went wild!
Mike leapt to his feet wiping blood from his face
and retreated to the far end of the pit.
Mike looked at his toy
and knew he was much stronger than his frame and
body appearance let on. Mike's face went to that
dispassionate stillness again. He had to see what
Nick was up to next, and fear wasn't going to
help.
Nick closed on Mike with
confident strides. He was going to publicly crush
Mike and make him give. Mike met Nick with a
flurry of fists and kicks that Nick deflected
with raw strength. Sweeping Mike's blocks aside,
Nick caught Mike's head with a huge backhand
closed fist. And another. And another.
Mike reeled and reached
out for the wall of the pit to brace himself.
Nick circled his prey and let a flurry of fists
explode on Mike's back and lats. Nick wanted to
soften up his torso to remind Mike that he would
soon close his legs around him. When the barrage
was finished, Mike sank to the floor.
Nick kicked him in the
face and flipped his head over his body. Mike
landed on his stomach trying to pick his head up
to defend himself. His huge chest heaving for
air, the mounds of his spandex-covered, muscular
ass shown off for the crowd. Nick admired the
beauty of his target as he leapt high in the air
and landed knee first on Mike's ribs. Mike was
hurt but didn't cry out. Nick was going to change
that.
Nick covered Mike's
supine body with his own. Mike felt Nick's
massive frame envelope him in muscle. Mike shook
his head to recover, but the room just spun. Nick
pulled Mike's head back until his muscular chest
lifted from the floor. In that space he quickly
forced his foot and calf, hooked it behind his
other knee, and cinched his massive legs into a
tight a figure-four body scissors around Mike's
tenderized waist, just under his pec muscles.
Mike felt his lower ribs bend, and he wailed.
Instinctively, Mike
rolled to the side to get his hands on Nick's
feet and pry loose the constricting hold.
Counting on the move, Nick's muscular arms
slipped under Mike's arms and began to force him
into a full nelson. Mike knew that he stood
little chance of escaping if that nelson sunk in,
pressing his chin toward his chest and stretching
his spine on a torture rack.
Mike turned his torso a
full quarter turn, wincing at the pain all the
body blows gave him ,and punched Nick's chest
away to break the nelson. Nick only smiled as he
took the opportunity to sink in his right-hand
claw on Mike's bruised lat muscle. He dug his
fingers deep into the muscle and his squeezed his
legs tighter.
"NOOOOOO!
AAAAARRRRURRRRGH!" Mike howled in pain as he
struggled in the sadistic payback.
Nick was relentless, and
pulled Mike close to his chest with the lat claw
and whispered in his ear. "I'm not going to
ask you to quit either."
Mike just struggled,
heaving his muscular chest just to get a breath,
suffering beautifully.
"I want to hold you
like this forever! For years I wished for a
chance to even be able to pay you back. Now I've
got you!" said Nick.
"You ain't got
shit!" Mike growled. "You gotta lot to
learn!"
With that Mike turned in
Nick's sweaty hold to face him directly. Nick
welcomed the turn and the better leverage it
offered, and he bear down on Mike's waist,
forcing the last of Mike's breath from his chest.
Mike opened his mouth to breathe, but nothing
came. But, he seemed little concerned. His hands
were open and arms were spread. He slapped both
palms over Nick's ears with the sound of thunder.
Nick blacked out.
Nick heard a painful
roar in his head and realized he was being
pummeled and tossed around the pit like a rag
doll in a tornado. He landed on the floor in the
center of the pit, shaking his head to recover.
His abs throbbed with each breath and his ribs
felt like flaming daggers.
"Glad to see you
back," Mike said looming over his toy. Mike
circled with slow and heavy steps. "Now that
you've heard the thunder and I've given your body
some marks to remember, I'm going to squeeze you.
You're snake food now!"
Mike slipped behind Nick
and roughly pulled Nick into a sitting position
by his hair. Mike kicked Nick in the kidneys
twice. Nick didn't have the strength to cry out
even though the blows were like daggers driven
into his torso. The pain told Nick the bad news.
If Mike wrapped those pythonic legs around him,
he was finished. He trembled visibly because he
knew he couldn't stop it from happening.
Standing behind Nick,
Mike dug a claw hold into the base of Nick's
neck. Nick squirmed in pain, a wail torn from his
throat. Like the anaconda after securing a good
bite on its prey, Mike dropped behind Nick and
used the neck claw to drag him into the
muscle-crushing trap.
Nick felt Mike's thighs
slip around his abs and tried to push them away,
flexing his arms fully. He pushed against Mike's
knees trying to hold those ankles apart . Nick's
chest muscles popped and flexed as he fought the
closing pressure. Mike sunk his claw deeper into
Nick's neck and pressed his legs together,
outmuscling Nick's defensive push. He slowly
crossed his ankles in front of Nick who struggled
frantically as he watched and felt the warm coils
of muscle close around him.
Mike pulled him closer
with the claw hold, pressing his warm muscled
chest into Nick's back. The slow enfolding of
Mike's constricting hold made Nick struggle hard
in spite of the hopelessly certain outcome.
"I know you've
wished for your payback for a long time,"
Mike said. "I also know you wished to RETURN
to the squeeze that convinced you that you were
strong."
Nick blinked in surprise
at his idol's accurate perception. It was true.
Nick really wanted to be back in Mike's
thighs all this time.
The scissor hold snaked
back into place. Mike whispered gently,
"Permission granted."
With that, Mike snapped
his legs straight, instantly squeezing the air
out of Nick's heaving chest. Nick gasped for
breath and none came. There was a panicked
thrashing before Mike clamped it into stillness
by releasing the claw hold and wrapping his huge
arms around Nick's arms and chest for a reverse
bearhug. The anaconda had it prey, trapped and
breathless, patiently waited for darkness to
drain its struggles and pain away. Nick
convulsed. His legs visibly slackened. All signs
of pain left his relaxed face.
Nick's massive body soon
went limp in Mike's arms. Mike released him after
a minute and the gong sounded over the roar of
the appreciative crowd. Mike raised his arms in
victory, smiling at the crowd. He then
picked up his limp muscular prize, and toy, and
cradled it in his arms.
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