Chris, Your story points to a whole world of secret urges and underground wrestling.. I had a friend who was in high school wrestling who said the whole thing was a front for guys who wanted to rub bodies. Pictures of guys in tight singlets in high school and college wrestling are all over the web. The fans watching at a distance might not see it, but in the locker room you can't help it. Guys into BJJ and submission wrestling are probably even more likely to have the urge because of the close body contact. I wrestled this a guy once from a straight Christian background who said he had to lay on my dick until he felt mine and his moving to enjoy the rest. If fact, all the guys I wrestled felt secretly or not had an urge. The VIDS of guys wrestling shirtless and in jockstrap or really out cut outfits or in the raw are the ultimate. Of course. Dominance, power, and being master of a technique contribute, too. My own experience has been from wanting to watch sleepers on TV wrestling to being compelled to have it done to me to BJJ. There seems to be some secret body language or something that attracts like-to-like whether they meet at the gym or on the web. Call it a fetish or whatever you like, but I've chatted with a number of guys on this site into the same thing as I have, and put countless guys over the years. I chatted with this 300-lb guy who told me in detail how he used his weight to lay on guys until they were weak and couldn't resist, and then he put them out. No matter what, I was almost ready to let him do it to me when he backed out. A year or so ago, I was going to wrestle another 300-lb guy who told me he first did choke lifts to make a guy helpless and then a sleeper to put them out, but that fell through, too.
Thanks for that. I see a lot of guys would be up for something like that. It's going to be interesting when we're all freed by a vaccine or whatever in order to re-connect person to person, man to man, alone, and ready to live out some of these great fantasy matches.
I'd love to have a session where a body like yours works me over, too !
We had met before but for whatever reason the boy seemed more nervous this time around than he had the first time. In our correspondence leading up to this play date he had been nothing but enthusiastic without a hint of reservation. Now that I was there the enthusiasm seemed to have vanished. He wasn't backing out but the list of things to do before we played seemed to be ever growing. I found the anxiety endearing , there was an intoxicating cuteness in the way he was trying to delay the inevitable torture.
"Excuse me, I need to put away my laptop," he said. He made somewhat quick work of it however the laptop wasn't really in the way of where we were going to play. "Would you mind if I brush my teeth?" came next and off he went. A moment later he returned and got back to the unnecessary tidying.
As he ran around like a chipmunk trying to get every last nut as the first snows hit the ground I casually changed into my singlet, making a bit of a show of dropping a lifting belt on top of my bag. I sat down on the hotel bed and quietly patted the spot next to me. He sat down sheepishly and we began our negotiations confirming that he actually did want to be made to beg.
"You do know that would require me to ignore a few taps?" I said as more of a statement of what he was getting himself into than a question.
I could see the gears working in his head, almost jamming like his rational brain wanted to say no but his dick was shouting over it, "oh GOD YES!"
He moved up on the bed timidly in nothing but briefs and I observed his small form, he couldn't have been more than 5'5 at 130lbs. I'm currently in the 190lb range just under 6 feet and found myself a little concerned for the guys safety. Of course I knew from our previous meeting that he was less fragile than he looks. Still, his apprehension was well justified.
I lifted him into a seated position so I could lay my left leg behind his back and he reclined back onto it. He was still visibly scared so I gave him a little warm up squeeze to remind him that I had no intention of.... damaging him. He let out a little moan and increased the pressure.
I don't know the exact moment but sometime within that first long but gentle squeeze I realized that I had become hard. I looked down to the boy's shorts and realized that he was getting hard as well. Perhaps that's what came over me or perhaps I was simply not content to be gentle, I wanted to see him not just hard but really scared.
I increased up to about 50% of my squeezing capacity and his eyes widened in surprise. I could feel my face muscles tighten into an involuntary grin which I'm sure was read as malicious. His hands flew down to my top leg and started to push in protest and every time he did I gave him a threatening pulse of power. When his pressure backed off so did mine but only back to that 50%.
After a little torment I decided that I needed to pace myself so I released my legs and came on top, wrapping my arms around him and then drove my weight into him as I squeezed. This wasn't as satisfying on the hotel bed as it had been on my mats but he complained none the less.
Feeling that the ground bearhug wasn't quite doing what I wanted it to I went for my signature body triangle from the back and grabbed his legs and hugging them toward me pulling my calf deeper and deeper into his diaphragm. The loudest moan of the night so far escaped and faded into a choked exhalation. This was the first moment of real panic. His arms flailed a bit and I held out for a moment longer so that he would know that I was indeed in charge.
I switched to another cross body scissor and threw my arms around my legs in a cross body variant of a scorpion crunch. His eyes went as wide as they could go and his head rolled over to face me. His eyes had watered and looked doe-eyed and desperate. It took great effort but he managed to let out a pitiful, "please". My heart melted but my grip didn't let up even for a second, the boy wanted to be made to beg afterall, didn't he? I let off a touch to acknowledge his request but then I gave him 15% more power than before inspiring him to once again push against my legs in panic.
There were more please of sweet release but they only inspired a deeper sadism. After the third or fifth plea I moved my legs onto his chest causing him to moan, to beg to be released but I was lost in love with that look of pitiful terror, getting harder with each request for mercy.
That was exactly what he asked for next, mercy. The kind version of me returned a bit but the dark hulk was still smashing in my mind. I hesitated a bit longer before granting him a break.
In that pause he said that he was really enjoying that pulsing I was doing earlier. I made a note of that and committed to incorporating it once we started again. I too needed a moments break so I lay across him sideways, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my ribs into his side. I locked my grip and squeezed. I changed my footing so that most of my weight was bearing into him as my arms pulled him deeper into my body.
When I felt good and recovered I went to my bag and grabbed the lifting belt. I wrapped it around his chest as tight as I could, brushing off the complaints of pulled chest hair (should have worn a singlet damn it) and secured it down. I returned to squeezing his guts, not having to work so hard as the pressure could no longer diffuse into his chest cavity. I pulsed as requested but every time I did I increased my pressure by 10 lbs but only released back 5, constantly making him take more and more. My knees popped and I could feel my peroneals cramping and tearing a bit from trying to maintain my ankle grip. The sadistic beast in my head didn't care. Suffer suffer SUFFER was all I could think of.
His cock had become noticeably hard and mine was creating an undeniable wet spot on the front of my singlet. He looked at me again with those watery eyes and asked, "Please" this time barely a whisper. I pulsed in reply. "Please" again and I responded with pure evil. "Please" now almost too faint to hear and I gave him a very long, hard squeeze in reply.
I don't know if he was even aware at how much his hands were pointlessly pressing against my legs, slipping over my quads, unable to move the solid steel from his gut. He wriggled and squirmed aimlessly.
"Please...."
Squeeze...
"Please..."
Squeeze...
"Please..." this time almost a sigh.
His hands grew slower and weaker, now more just lightly brushing my quads. My legs very slowly straightened till all my tendons popped in protest. I heard the slow rush of air from the boy but there were no more words to say. What little breath he could catch was shallow and probably didn't offer him any relief. He was giving up on getting any air, he knew he wasn't going to. The little gaspy breaths were more of a habit than anything. He was trapped and sinking off into darkness.
Very nice body scissor slow KO ... love the addition of the lifter belt around the chest to increase the effectiveness of the body scissor. The grin you mentioned shows how much you enjoy your work(over)!
Thanks for posting.
jwest1111 (0)
12/5/2020 22:07Chris, Your story points to a whole world of secret urges and underground wrestling.. I had a friend who was in high school wrestling who said the whole thing was a front for guys who wanted to rub bodies. Pictures of guys in tight singlets in high school and college wrestling are all over the web. The fans watching at a distance might not see it, but in the locker room you can't help it. Guys into BJJ and submission wrestling are probably even more likely to have the urge because of the close body contact. I wrestled this a guy once from a straight Christian background who said he had to lay on my dick until he felt mine and his moving to enjoy the rest. If fact, all the guys I wrestled felt secretly or not had an urge. The VIDS of guys wrestling shirtless and in jockstrap or really out cut outfits or in the raw are the ultimate. Of course. Dominance, power, and being master of a technique contribute, too. My own experience has been from wanting to watch sleepers on TV wrestling to being compelled to have it done to me to BJJ. There seems to be some secret body language or something that attracts like-to-like whether they meet at the gym or on the web. Call it a fetish or whatever you like, but I've chatted with a number of guys on this site into the same thing as I have, and put countless guys over the years. I chatted with this 300-lb guy who told me in detail how he used his weight to lay on guys until they were weak and couldn't resist, and then he put them out. No matter what, I was almost ready to let him do it to me when he backed out. A year or so ago, I was going to wrestle another 300-lb guy who told me he first did choke lifts to make a guy helpless and then a sleeper to put them out, but that fell through, too.
jasontenx (0)
13/5/2020 19:54(em resposta à...)
U got it right, Guys don't want penetration sex but the thrill of a hot body and big cock is a great feeling and experience.
guywhowrestles (0)
11/5/2020 17:13Great story, Chris !
Thanks for that. I see a lot of guys would be up for something like that. It's going to be interesting when we're all freed by a vaccine or whatever in order to re-connect person to person, man to man, alone, and ready to live out some of these great fantasy matches.
I'd love to have a session where a body like yours works me over, too !
Thanks again.
lovesleeperholds (1)
11/5/2020 13:35great story it was exciting to read all the details would love to experience the pressure first hand
bach1369 (0)
01/12/2018 19:25WOWWWWW!! That's so hot! I love when you share these. I do still think very often of being caught in your grip.
ultimatescissorsjobber (2)
30/11/2018 15:25I'd love this scene with your inner thigh muscles wrapped around my face/head; me facing your throbbing crotch.
ultimatescissorsjobber (2)
30/11/2018 15:25I'd love this scene with your inner thigh muscles wrapped around my face/head; me facing your throbbing crotch.
goldawg76 (4)
30/11/2018 05:56God, Chris!!!!! I wish that story would become a reality with ME being your CRUSHING scissors victim!!!!!!
OHJobber18 (12)
30/11/2018 04:00Amazing story very well done. Wouldn't mind a similar match hehe.
ChrisWrestling (43 )
30/11/2018 02:40We had met before but for whatever reason the boy seemed more nervous this time around than he had the first time. In our correspondence leading up to this play date he had been nothing but enthusiastic without a hint of reservation. Now that I was there the enthusiasm seemed to have vanished. He wasn't backing out but the list of things to do before we played seemed to be ever growing. I found the anxiety endearing , there was an intoxicating cuteness in the way he was trying to delay the inevitable torture.
"Excuse me, I need to put away my laptop," he said. He made somewhat quick work of it however the laptop wasn't really in the way of where we were going to play. "Would you mind if I brush my teeth?" came next and off he went. A moment later he returned and got back to the unnecessary tidying.
As he ran around like a chipmunk trying to get every last nut as the first snows hit the ground I casually changed into my singlet, making a bit of a show of dropping a lifting belt on top of my bag. I sat down on the hotel bed and quietly patted the spot next to me. He sat down sheepishly and we began our negotiations confirming that he actually did want to be made to beg.
"You do know that would require me to ignore a few taps?" I said as more of a statement of what he was getting himself into than a question.
I could see the gears working in his head, almost jamming like his rational brain wanted to say no but his dick was shouting over it, "oh GOD YES!"
He moved up on the bed timidly in nothing but briefs and I observed his small form, he couldn't have been more than 5'5 at 130lbs. I'm currently in the 190lb range just under 6 feet and found myself a little concerned for the guys safety. Of course I knew from our previous meeting that he was less fragile than he looks. Still, his apprehension was well justified.
I lifted him into a seated position so I could lay my left leg behind his back and he reclined back onto it. He was still visibly scared so I gave him a little warm up squeeze to remind him that I had no intention of.... damaging him. He let out a little moan and increased the pressure.
I don't know the exact moment but sometime within that first long but gentle squeeze I realized that I had become hard. I looked down to the boy's shorts and realized that he was getting hard as well. Perhaps that's what came over me or perhaps I was simply not content to be gentle, I wanted to see him not just hard but really scared.
I increased up to about 50% of my squeezing capacity and his eyes widened in surprise. I could feel my face muscles tighten into an involuntary grin which I'm sure was read as malicious. His hands flew down to my top leg and started to push in protest and every time he did I gave him a threatening pulse of power. When his pressure backed off so did mine but only back to that 50%.
After a little torment I decided that I needed to pace myself so I released my legs and came on top, wrapping my arms around him and then drove my weight into him as I squeezed. This wasn't as satisfying on the hotel bed as it had been on my mats but he complained none the less.
Feeling that the ground bearhug wasn't quite doing what I wanted it to I went for my signature body triangle from the back and grabbed his legs and hugging them toward me pulling my calf deeper and deeper into his diaphragm. The loudest moan of the night so far escaped and faded into a choked exhalation. This was the first moment of real panic. His arms flailed a bit and I held out for a moment longer so that he would know that I was indeed in charge.
markweis (20 )
01/11/2020 02:09(em resposta à...)
Amazing story! I could see myself enjoying getting worked over like that
ChrisWrestling (43 )
30/11/2018 02:40(em resposta à...)
Cont.
I switched to another cross body scissor and threw my arms around my legs in a cross body variant of a scorpion crunch. His eyes went as wide as they could go and his head rolled over to face me. His eyes had watered and looked doe-eyed and desperate. It took great effort but he managed to let out a pitiful, "please". My heart melted but my grip didn't let up even for a second, the boy wanted to be made to beg afterall, didn't he? I let off a touch to acknowledge his request but then I gave him 15% more power than before inspiring him to once again push against my legs in panic.
There were more please of sweet release but they only inspired a deeper sadism. After the third or fifth plea I moved my legs onto his chest causing him to moan, to beg to be released but I was lost in love with that look of pitiful terror, getting harder with each request for mercy.
That was exactly what he asked for next, mercy. The kind version of me returned a bit but the dark hulk was still smashing in my mind. I hesitated a bit longer before granting him a break.
In that pause he said that he was really enjoying that pulsing I was doing earlier. I made a note of that and committed to incorporating it once we started again. I too needed a moments break so I lay across him sideways, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my ribs into his side. I locked my grip and squeezed. I changed my footing so that most of my weight was bearing into him as my arms pulled him deeper into my body.
When I felt good and recovered I went to my bag and grabbed the lifting belt. I wrapped it around his chest as tight as I could, brushing off the complaints of pulled chest hair (should have worn a singlet damn it) and secured it down. I returned to squeezing his guts, not having to work so hard as the pressure could no longer diffuse into his chest cavity. I pulsed as requested but every time I did I increased my pressure by 10 lbs but only released back 5, constantly making him take more and more. My knees popped and I could feel my peroneals cramping and tearing a bit from trying to maintain my ankle grip. The sadistic beast in my head didn't care. Suffer suffer SUFFER was all I could think of.
His cock had become noticeably hard and mine was creating an undeniable wet spot on the front of my singlet. He looked at me again with those watery eyes and asked, "Please" this time barely a whisper. I pulsed in reply. "Please" again and I responded with pure evil. "Please" now almost too faint to hear and I gave him a very long, hard squeeze in reply.
I don't know if he was even aware at how much his hands were pointlessly pressing against my legs, slipping over my quads, unable to move the solid steel from his gut. He wriggled and squirmed aimlessly.
"Please...."
Squeeze...
"Please..."
Squeeze...
"Please..." this time almost a sigh.
His hands grew slower and weaker, now more just lightly brushing my quads. My legs very slowly straightened till all my tendons popped in protest. I heard the slow rush of air from the boy but there were no more words to say. What little breath he could catch was shallow and probably didn't offer him any relief. He was giving up on getting any air, he knew he wasn't going to. The little gaspy breaths were more of a habit than anything. He was trapped and sinking off into darkness.
skweezhard (7 )
12/5/2020 17:52(em resposta à...)
Very nice body scissor slow KO ... love the addition of the lifter belt around the chest to increase the effectiveness of the body scissor. The grin you mentioned shows how much you enjoy your work(over)!
Thanks for posting.
goldawg76 (4)
11/5/2020 02:03(em resposta à...)
Hey, Chris. What will it take for ME to be relentlessly squeezed like that in your muscular, powerful LEGS?