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The Basement

I found the place without much trouble, though I still felt a little nervously freaked out by the whole thing. What was I getting into here? As instructed I entered through the side door. I found myself in a sort of smallish hallway. There was a note. "Get changed and leave your stuff up here, the black door on the left leads down to the basement. I am ready for you down there." There was a small towel and a water bottle. I felt more nervous now. No chat. No smiling face with an offer of coffee or anything....should I leave?
No. If this guy was anything like he was in his pics I did not want to leave. More than that if he wrestled the way he said that he did I really wanted that. There was a vague stir deep in my balls at the thought.
I shucked off my trainers and jeans and stripped naked. Speedos or singlet? All his photos were speedos, so I guess I better go with them. I pulled on my dark blue pair which framed my thick legs nicely and self-consciously did a couple of deep knee bends, rotated my shoulders a bit and stretched my pecs which were still just a little sore from my workout yesterday. Fuck it, I thought, just get on with it.
I opened the door to the basement...it was heavy and solid. The steep descent of the stairs were immediately in front me but it was very difficult to see anything in the dim light from below that spilled upwards. I left the towel and water at the top and slowly went down....walls tightly enclosed the stairway on both sides so I could not see anything except the glow at the bottom and the stairs themselves. It was like entering a warmish tomb. Halfway down I became subconsciously aware of a smell which was familiar. It was the smell which wrestling mats always seem to have of rubber/plastic, disinfectant and man sweat. It was a smell I liked. I inhaled it deeply through my nose and smiled a little. This was familiar.
At the bottom of the stairs I stopped. There was a surprisingly large matted area ahead and seemingly all round me, with a couple of doors off at the far end. The light from overhead was very dim and so I peered forwards at the vague sheen on the mats....they looked clean and well padded.
Without any sound at all I suddenly became aware of movement from just behind me to the side of where the enclosed staircase finished and startlingly an arm slid all too expertly around my neck and instantly tightened. He pulled me tight back against his chest, with just a very slight quiet grunt. Adrenalin flooded through me and my hands instinctively went to his encircling arm which was thickly solid, - I could feel the striations in his forearm as he settled the arm more deeply into my neck. I reached further upwards and back for his face and found my hands on his beard which was above the top of my head. He was tall......about 6' 2". The face was big. His low, quietly calm voice sounded seemingly directly into my ear 'no way boy'. He was bulling me forward with irresistibly powerful strides using his knees to drive into the back of my legs with each stride he took. Using his free arm to brush my hands away from his head/face he then locked his arms up in the terrible embrace of a very powerful, unbreakable rear sleeper. I didn't have to either see or touch to know what was happening. He had his arms front and back of my neck, with his rearward arm bulging a hard bicep at the side of my head, capped by the hand of the forearm which held my larynx in its inner elbow notch. The hand and arm at the back of my neck were gradually pushing my head and neck deeper into this impossible embrace. I could breathe, but within seconds I felt my vision narrowing and it was as though my brain was entering a weird drugged tunnel. My hands were now uselessly pawing at both of his mighty arms. I was stunned by the quickness of his attack and I was excited by the raw animal lightly hairy muscular solidity of his arms. I could feel the sinews in his shoulders and forearms vying for primacy. His chest repeatedly flexed and bulged into my back.
All of this must have taken less than ten seconds. But if you have wrestled at all before, you will know that ten seconds in a serious wrestling hold can seem like half an hour. He had manoeuvred me into the centre of the mats and I sensed I was only seconds away from my legs collapsing under me as I started to sag towards unconsciousness. But then, he pulled me to the side, so that instead of seeing the doors at the far end of the mats, I could see that the side wall was covered in mirrors...floor to ceiling. If I could have gasped I would have, but in his tight hold that was not possible. Even in this light I could see he was huge. I am not a small guy, but his head was much bigger than mine. And so was everything else. His big powerful shoulders were visible above mine and he looked as wide as a barn door....I could see the big flared lat muscles on both sides appearing behind my own body, and most impressive of all...he had taken a wide strong stance ( well able to keep me upright) and my eyes were drawn to the shockingly thick heavy power visible in his legs. Not just massive thighs but big rounded calves and beautiful thick black hair all the way down. He looked like a fantasy of male virility with the dark well cut beard framing the square face. I couldn't see the expression on his face. It was too dark and.........with a strange sliding feeling, I passed out.
For a split second I was totally confused about where I was and I had no idea whether I had been out for just a very short time, or what. But we were now down on the mats. I was sort of cradled by the man behind me...he still had his arms around me - they had drooped and loosened so they were sort of resting on my upper chest and back. I was leaning back against him and with one of his hands he was gently slapping the side of my face and the other was constantly stroking across one pec. I was completely defenceless. "C'mon.....you back with us?".......a light tweak of a nipple....."that's it boy, I had you then.....you ok?".
The warmth of his body and the complete muscle relaxation following his sleeper made me suddenly feel illogically completely safe. "Fuck.....you really surprised me....I....I dunno.....". He said, "I love to start like that, but we have a few hours to wrestle so no need for us to hurry. Did you like it?" Wow, he was direct...we had never met before, and he had put me out within a minute of us meeting and now he wants to know if I liked it??? I thought, honesty is best here so, " well yes, yes actually I did like it. Actually I loved it. But.....you don't get to do it for free...!". With that I surged forward and flung myself round still half in his arms, managing to twist round completely so that from my previous slumped post-sleeper position I was now sort of lying on him - my face virtually in his mid chest. "Ooofff! Fiesty eh?" Before I could do anything further his massive arms clamped around me hugging me into his chest with his hands locked together at my middle back. The insteps of his ankles located the pear-drop muscle on each of my thighs and with incredible core strength he did a sit up, slightly lifting my legs upwards with his and forcing my spine to bend back. I had seen this very unusual back breaker on a couple of YouTube vids but never used it or been in one, though I had been very impressed by the speed with which the victims on vids had tapped. Oh shit, oh shit. He was immensely strong and his torso flexed like iron. Everything was hard. Including an impressive bulge in his speedos which I was definitely aware of. As he pulled my lower back in towards his abs and lifted my legs a notch higher I was being bent in the most devastating back breaker. It was not quite as bad as a fully cranked Boston, but getting near it. I groaned loudly and convincingly (it bloody well hurt) and he lessened the pressure just a little to a bearable level....maybe. My face was buried into the base of his neck. I could not believe his power...that he could maintain this semi sit-up position with the strength of his abs and core. His torso was very lightly hairy.....just a thread of thicker black hair emerged from his speedos I had very briefly glimpsed when I had turned.
"Yeah." He said simply. "Gotcha. What was it you were saying about it not being for free? You gonna have to do better than that. You wanna submit? Quit? Say it for me boy.....say you submit." As he said this he was grinding his locked hands into my back and somehow thrusting a little with his hips which made the hold more punishing. "Give up....or I will break you!".
Well though I had not been in this hold before and though it was being applied by a man who was about three stone of muscle heavier than my fourteen stone, I was not about to give up without a fight. I squirmed, but pain shot through my back and my legs tingled - demonstrating the extent to which my back was being distorted. But I have quite a high pain threshold and the hold was turning me on to the point that I thought if he keeps this up, I will come. I wriggled again in his vicious torture grip and with the mind of a survivor reached up and started to press my thumbs into his eyes.
"Aaaaah.....you fuck......you dirty fucker aaaagh". Yes this was more like it, instinctively he let go of me to defend his eyes. I hadn't done anything serious...only enough pressure to make him let go quickly and that gave me a great opening. In the chest to chest position it was easy to grab him into a side-headlock. I cranked it with all my strength immediately and lifting my hips up drove my weight onto his upper chest. He immediately went flat back onto the mat, but I continued to haul his head up in the headlock whilst driving my weight into his chest. Very nasty...but he was a big brute and could take it I reckoned without cracking any ribs. One of his hands rested on my now tensed back, and with his other he started to try and push my face back to either roll me over or just persuade me to let go. However I brought a bent leg right up to the side of his shoulder and with one easy movement grabbed and shoved the hand that was at my face deep into the crook of my bent knee and secured that with my other leg, locking it off. Now he was in deep shit and I was gonna enjoy riding him for a while and cranking a few submissions out of him.With his arm cranked back in the salute position, cruelly bent back over my thick leg and the wrist/hand buried tightly and safely in my leg I could go back to cranking my headlock, pulling his huge head and powerful neck up towards my chest whilst bearing down on the arm. It is a murderous shoulder lock.
"No, NO, NO NO NO!!" he yelled in surprise. He was writhing and bucking around in the lock and starting to sweat. Big guys don't bend well, though he was surprisingly flexible...otherwise I could not have put him in this favourite submission of mine. But I didn't want him to quit too quickly. I wanted to punish him with the hold, and just enjoy riding him like this and of course to wear him out some. It needs careful monitoring of the opponent to get it just right. I listened to the stream of swearing and his breathing. Satisfyingly I heard the first moans of animal pain. " Oh.....ah....aaah, no, I can't....shit, go easy man, go easy!". "Well now", I said, "do you like this one big boy? Nice isn't it?".
"You'll pay for this, you bastard, oh fuck you'll pay. I will kill you when I get out of this....you are, aaaah, aaaah, no, no stop.....that's too much...!"
"What's that you're saying? You're gonna do what?".
"Ok,ok, take it easy, aaaagh your ripping my shoulder man!"
"So you quit then.....submit....SUBMIT???"
Silence apart from his quick breathing and low groans. Then...."no fucking way, I am not quitting to you cunt!"
Good, nothing better than working a big strong macho guy who refuses to quit.....I love it.
I had him locked in this for probably about three minutes and we had both started to sweat now heavily. He was cursing and bucking and constantly trying to flip me. The bicep of the punished flexed arm was rock hard and streaked with sweat making it so tempting for me to let go and just worship it for a bit, but.....no way. I was gonna here the words "I submit" because now my blood was up I wanted to make him yield to me and feel what it would be like when the fight went out of him and this huge muscled wrestler goes limp. One part of him was distinctly not limp, and it occurred to me that he was getting off on being punished like this. If he could take this much pain and like it, eventually I would lose the match, because I know I could not take what I was now putting him through. I could smell his sweat now - not unpleasant but a man's sweat as he is working hard.
Then without much warning he suddenly bridged way up, arching high and powerful and lifting me up entirely as he went. I tried desperately to control him and for just about three seconds we staying locked in this impressive high bridge with him taking both of our weights through his neck and head and then with a twist I was thrown over in a tangle and he was on top. Fuck. Oh double fuck. Shit. He was unbelievably heavy, and somehow had slipped my shoulder lock.

To be cont!

Part Two

His weight full length on top of me was amazing, that thickly muscular torso totally covered me and I felt briefly overwhelmed by his sheer bulk. He cupped my neck at the front in one of his hands, not really choking me, but ready to do that, effectively keeping my head down. His other arm grabbed one of my wrists and pinned my arm over my head to the mat. I could see his face, close to mine (so fucking handsome!) with a slight smile, "yeah.....now we'll see.....you are gonna pay for that shoulder lock and I am going to enjoy making you pay a high price, let's see what you are made of". He was breathing heavily and I could feel the movement of his abs on mine as they moved with his breathing. Of course I was trying to resist him so our bodies were flexing and grinding against one another.......he acknowledged this slyly with "oh yeah....you struggle boy, c'mon, c'mon show me what you got....!". Of course he was too heavy ( and fuck, strong too) for me to shrug off, but for good measure I felt him grapevining his legs around my calves - clamping his feet against my ankles once secured. He tightened the grapevine and I groaned and arched instinctively upwards slightly to try and lessen the pressure. But I was so turned on I thought I would explode....the feel of his massive rounded thighs flexing against mine as he drove into me to force me flat was almost unendurable. It was not the pain.
"Oh yes, yes...go on boy try and escape, that's it struggle as much as you like punk, you are going nowhere cos I have, p-l-a-n-s for you". He drew out that last word slowly with a wide smile on his face. The kind of smile that is vaguely sadistic but not monstrous. "No, no!" I rather weakly delivered, playing a bit of a role for him, but definitely trapped anyway.
"Lets see if you can take your own medicine", and with that his legs released and slid out of the grapevine and in one smooth movement he had me in his side headlock. I was shocked and out of my mind with amazement. It felt like I was being wrestled by a fantasy alien figure from a comic book. His chest looked huge as it heaved and glistened with the bulk of muscle electrically striating. The dim light showed the lightly hairy mounds of muscle and as he pulled me deeper into the headlock a tempting succulent nipple, pointed and firm, was dangerously presented to my mouth - did he want me to? No, I wouldn't take that into my mouth and flick my tongue round it.....I wanted to wrestle and for all I knew, that might put him off from continuing the match in one split second. But.....his arm around my neck was compressing my neck and holding me so tight I began to feel my head would explode, his arm was like concrete when flexed, but he knew what he was doing because instead of just keeping up a steady pressure he kept slightly releasing, so the huge bicep would soften before again turning into a canon-ball of round, peaked, mass which drove deep into my poor neck with his thickly rounded forearm on the other side of my neck forcing the compression tighter. "You like that?" he asked obviously enjoying my moans and curses. One of my hands was on his back, running over the slabs of muscle that were there, and in it's wanderings encountered for a brief second a trail of soft hair emerging from the middle of the back of his speedos and so different from the otherwise smooth hard ridges of shifting muscle. He was working to shove my other wrist captured by him into his awaiting monster of a leg, so that I would indeed be in the same hold that I had only moments ago trapped him in. I bucked furiously and wriggled and squirmed, - anything to avoid that wrist being buried in the crook of his knee. He actually laughed - laughed at my earnest energy and resistance!
"C'mon now....you can do better than that.....c'mon show me your muscle and power, - or are you just another puny wannabe?" He smiled and to my utter astonishment planted a playful kiss on my grimacing lips. It only lasted a millisecond and was more a demonstration from him that he could do whatever he wanted with me, than anything to do with passion, but nevertheless I moaned deeply and he chuckled in response. We understood each other. Fighting, - but with a sense of understanding that is not stated, or formed in words in the mind.
His side headlock and the weight of him on my lower ribs began to really drain me and I was slightly worried that any second a rib would crack, such was his weight - 110 kilos of muscled solidity, I just could not breathe. I yelped loudly and yelled a second time as he completed the hold and tapped frantically on his back as I thought my shoulder joint would rip. He instantly let all the power go out of the holds and sat slightly up, relieving some of the weight on my ribs. I lay back and groaned, "oh fuck, you got me" I said. With incredible delicate tenderness and still leaning into me he stroked the side of my face with his big hand and cupped the top of my head in his other hand.
"Yup", he said, "that's one to me.....so now you have to work hard!".
I already felt pretty shattered from the energy I had put into wrestling this huge athlete but there was no way I wanted to stop yet. He stood up whilst I lay there spreadeagled and re-charging my courage. Then he made his mistake.
He turned his back to me - and I had a rear view from the floor of all that worked out pumped muscle that I cannot even begin to describe, but it certainly put fire back in my belly. I scrambled and lunged at his ankles and yanked on them as hard as I could. Lucky for me he certainly wasn't expecting an attack as sudden as that and his balance was out....he toppled forward as I pulled his feet from under him and lifted upwards......he fell face forwards with a satisfying yell and heavy 'thwumph' as all that bulk hit the mat face down. I was on his back like a tiger, leaping up before landing on him as heavily as I could, wanting to knock the air out of him. Squatting on his back I knew I had winded him, and savagely I pulled his head as far back as I could.....his voice went up an octave or so with a groan that went on longer than usual, the pitch of his voice sirening upwards because of what I was doing to him. I knew I had to act quickly.......I let just a little of the pressure out of pulling his head back and grabbed first one of his thick biceps (what a handful!) and yanked it back over my squatting leg, then immediately the other. Oh yeah, yes, yes, yes! If there is one hold I really know how to work well (apart that is from my particular speciality) it is the Camel. And here I was, now in the seat of power, with this huge dude all nicely organised in this agonising hold. There were some things which surprised me. First, despite the impressive development of his physique he was very flexible. Within a couple of seconds I had him bent at an impressive angle - the whole of his wide flared chest up high and most of his abs off the mat. I could see his heaving torso stretched taut in the mirror, with the dim light creating shadows and angles amidst the muscles of his shoulders,chest and abs. His neck looked incredible as I pulled the head back, with thickly striated muscle taut as bow strings. The arms were fairly well back and deep in my hold, but he was so side I had to keep my legs much further apart than usual with this hold. I was driving my hips and ass into his lumbar zone and I could feel through the thin fabric of my speedos his back muscles hardening and shifting shape as he withstood the pressure - the muscles tighten by instinct in a Camel and it seemed that he had certainly spent many hours doing his deadlifts in the gym. I pulled back very hard and again at the same time drove my hips deeper into the increasing curve in his back. My hands were cupped around his chin and I was leaning back with my arms totally straight - it was like doing a seated row with the full weight stack. I used all my power on him....and there came a slow growl, long and low. His shoulders began to tighten and I knew he was going to try and pull out of it. But no way. He was mine for as long as I wanted - or until he submitted...and he was bloody-well going to submit. I would make him quit....several times before I let go of this hunk. I bounced just a little as a kind of warning and the hardening mounds of his shoulders relaxed. Mistake, mate...if you relax a bit then a second or so later I can arch you back even more...heh heh....I knew this was going to hurt him. I was going to take care of him, but slowly grind him into submission. He was continuing to growl but now in shorter kind of rhythmic bursts and I could feel his breathing getting faster. I settled into him and started on the trash talk. "Now we will see what those muscles can take.....oh yeah, - can you feel it big man? I have got you now and you are not going anywhere except down!". With this there was a heave of writhing effort under me and another pressurised moaning growl. I bounced harder on him several times and was rewarded with a moan for each bounce. "Ready to give yet man? You wanna give up....you want me stop...just say the words...c'mon say it.....quit, QUIT!!".
"Umph....nnn....nnn". A slight shake of the head (he couldn't move more than that) showed me he was defiant. I just slightly loosened the very tight hold on his chin, and instantly the words flew out of his mouth with a snarl, "No way! Fuck you!'. Ok buddy, I thought, you want it? You gonna get it. Shifting my squatting position slightly I leaned a little forward whilst taking great care to keep all of my weight on his back and him arched back, I swapped the chin hold for wrapping an arm around his jaw, and then I locked my arms in a Sleeper-type position, but for the moment, round his jaw not his neck. His rocking and writhing under me ceased for a moment as he realised I was tightening the punishment even more. Now my chest was pressed against his massive back which was pulled so far up it virtually formed a right angle with his hips and those uselessly powerful legs sprawled out behind me. It was amazing that he could bend like this and not have to submit.
I shook him tightly in the hold and commenced regular bouncing on him....I loved the moans that this produced each time. "Come on now...say it, before I really hurt you, - tell me you give up - all you need to say is yes and I will let you go". No sign of any submission though. I held him there and kept up all the subtle adjustments of the hold which can make it more telling on the victim. Every muscle in his abused upper torso was now screaming. I know that the pain that soaks into the shoulders alone can be devastating but his neck and back were suffering most, and even though he was immensely strong, with my 92 kilos on his back at this angle it was getting very hard for him to breathe properly. He was sweating as though he had been in the shower. It was running down the gulleys and valleys of the muscles of his back. How long could he endure this? He must have been in the hold for more than two minutes now......that is really an everlasting age to be punished like this. I certainly would have submitted to a Camel Clutch as extreme as this within seconds. I began to worry a bit.....I must not injure him...perhaps he was one of the macho few who just never quit. There was one more adjustment to make, just very slightly backing off some of the tautness in the chin lock I allowed my arms to drop into the position of the much-feared rear naked blood choke. Then I cranked that on and pulled the Camel as tight as my trained body could manage, powering my hips deep into his lower back just above the top of his speedos. One second...two,...three,......four.....is he still conscious? A small movement of my hips produced a moan - yes, still there. Five....six....then.......yes, YES! He was tapping urgently on my leg. I tightened the choke just a notch pushing his head into my arms with my shoulder and the tapping became frantic and he started to buck, good...he had reached panic stage. I let him go, slowly lowering that wall of weighty muscle to the mat, and pushing his arms forward off my legs where they had been bent cruelly back for almost three minutes.
I remained straddling his soaking, aching back, but kneeling so that there was virtually none of my weight on him. His breathing was rapid and he was moaning a little and I put my hands flat on the middle of that magnificent back and pushed gently. "Oooooh, you fuck!" was all he said. I used my thumbs to work some blood back into the tortured spinal muscles. "Oh, yes please, keep going...aaaaah" he said. Slowly I massaged him, sometimes using my elbow to lean deeply into the muscle tissue, working my way up and down the abused spinal erector muscles which on him were thick rope. After a couple of minutes he said "Ok, Ok...enough". So I rolled off him and sat to one side just admiring his recumbent shape and the beautiful way his fabulous legs emerged from the twin mounds of his ass. He rolled over and lay back. "Shit!" he said. "I have never been made to submit from a Camel before..loads of guys have tried but I have always been able to push out,....you are a strong bugger and you are so fucking mean. I love it!" It was clear from the pulsing shape in his speedos that he was more than sincere.
"But if you think we are finished then you are wrong boyo......I need some revenge and I am going to have it. Boy will you be sorry when I am thru with you punk. You have had your fun and well....I did kinda let you, because,.....well....I kinda like it. But......now it's my turn. Just give me a minute and we will go again. And look out, you have shown me what you like to dish out, so now I am gonna find out if you can take it too." He sat up on one elbow and smiled a genuine smile at me.....and in a friendly gesture stroked down one of my thighs. "Nice legs man!" he said and as before totally surprised and confused me by leaning forward and kissing the muscle of my leg, but this time long and lingering, as if it was a lover's mouth. Made my cock so hard I thought I would have an accident.

To be continued.

He looked up from where he had started to graze his lips across my leg and with a strangely shy smile asked "ready?". Oh yes, I was ready, but ready for what I thought, with my mind spinning and my balls aching.
With a blur his leonine athletic form moved with a speed I only associate with wrestlers half his size and I found my head trapped between those legs which exuded ultimate power and authority. My hands flew to them and pawed uselessly at the now pulsing muscle. His legs were awesome, hugely thick and seemingly totally invincible. I could not see anything because his head/neck scissor was an all encompassing affair where the mounds of muscle seemed to trap all of my neck and head all at once. In fact that saved me from instant submission - his legs were simply too thick to go neatly just around my neck. But it was still murderous. He was using a straight leg scissor which enabled those long levers to pump like some human hydraulic machine to a level of compression which made me think I was going to die. I tried to scream out, but all that emerged was a series of short panicky noises. I tapped immediately hoping my neck was not going to be broken first. He backed off the pressure some, but the bastard did not let go. He was re-organising. I tried to push the massive beasts off my neck, but the inevitable happened and he converted the hold into a punishing Fig 4 which seemed to envelop the whole of my head and neck with one heavy thigh partly resting on my upper chest. To complete the hold he trapped one of my arms under his side as he lay at an angle to me. Then he really started work.
He would pump the hold on tight, flexing his legs which made the muscle jump to attention and keep it there for about four or five seconds until I started tapping, then back it off, wait and do it again. I nearly lost consciousness as he kept this up for what seemed like hours but which was probably not more than a couple of minutes. I cannot tell you how many times I subbed. Each time he would back it off and wait, but never letting go. It was a kind of game.....he knew he totally had me,and was just demonstrating repeatedly that he could make me sub at any moment. His hands explored my body humiliatingly whilst he carried out this methodic torture. At one moment I would feel his hand resting directly over a nipple, then moments later it would sweep down to my throbbing speedos and over the tops of my thighs - then back again. I could hear nothing except my own blood pounding. At one point he rolled, so that I had all his weight on top of me with the Fig4 still held in place - the weight was astounding, I could feel him keeping his balance by holding onto the top of my thighs as he wriggled and ground his cock into my mid chest. I really could not take that and I think he realised by the pitch of the muffled yells and the frantic tapping on his ass. It went on and on. I think I either passed out or just sort of lost the sense of being in the present, because the next think I remember is him straddling my chest and gazing at me as I dopily came back into the present. He just looked at me. Not smiling. Just looking directly at me in the eyes. His hands resting on his own thighs as he kneeled on me in this straddle position. My head lolled from side to side. Then I was aware that whilst staying kneeling on my mid section he had leaned down over me so that his chest was gently in contact with mine and his hands either side of my head. He whispered into my ear, "I'm sorry....I'm really sorry....I went too far. I didn't mean to really hurt you....I just....kinda lost control....sorry, look.....please....are you ok...say something man....please...!" I moaned and said simply, "I submit". Though this guy was the sexiest wrestler I had ever met there was something in him that was unbelievably tender too - he gently caressed my head as he continued to whisper things which I could not catch in my ear. I reached up with both hands and tried to pull him down onto me but could not reach around that massive back.
"Fuck you", I said, "we are not finished and you are gonna have to do better than that you ugly bastard".
"Oh good", he replied, "you are ok then so here's your next treat ya gonna enjoy".

Scooping a prone man off the floor and directly onto your shoulder, requires incredible strength and I have no idea how he did it. But within moments I was in a single shoulder back-breaker, the weight of my own legs dangling in the air behind him bending me into a U shape. The only thing that prevented this from causing me a bust spine was that his shoulder was so muscled it made a mound of wide firm flesh for the small of my back - not the usual sense of having a blade forcing into my spine which I have had on occasion previously. His arms kept my chest trapped tight but as I raised my legs to try and lessen the pain in my back he gave a little shrug which jerked me back into fully extended agony. "Aaaagh, come on, stop. please stop. you won....aaaagh no, please...oh shit...fuck".
He replied in kind, by flipping me off his shoulder and letting me down, but on the way down he performed an expert drop onto his extended knee/thigh as he lunged onto one leg. The momentum of me descending from his shoulder onto his knee meant that my back cracked and I felt a shooting pain all the way down both legs.....the air left me in a whoosh. No sooner had I hit the mats as I slid off his rounded thigh than he grabbed both my ankles and lifted me high by them, tucked very securely under each of his armpits. Even though winded and in agony I realised what he intended. He was going to crab me. Oh no. Not that. Not with his strength and weight. Please God no! This was my speciality - there was no way this should be happening like this. Fuck no, NO!
"So you think you know how to work this one do you....I've seen your profile hundreds of times.....I know you use this, but today is gonna be different cos you are not dishing it out boy, you are taking it!."
"Aw, no, no, please no, my back.....oh stop.....I can't I just can't you're too big...no way, stop!"
With desperate panic I grabbed one of his thick ankles and wrapped an arm round it - I was virtually up-ended and any moment now he would be able to flip me over completely onto my belly then I would be dead. I have powerful legs and at that moment I tugged and kicked furiously and quite by chance, not by design one leg popped out of its imprisonment, and accidentally I kicked him on the side of his face. I hadn't meant to - it just happened, but it greatly surprised him and he let go and staggered a little. I crumpled to the mat but had the presence of mind to once again scramble for his legs and yanked them violently forward holding them tight. He fell back with a yell and I rapidly stood. Now the tables were turned.
'Yes, I said the Boston Crab is my speciality and now you are gonna find out just how special that really is." But turning a guy this big onto his belly is no easy matter. Since he was considerably taller than me, I could not lift him up vertically and just bull forward over him. I decided to use the only trick that would work on a guy of this strength and size. I let go of one his legs but turned the other one into a vicious heel and and calf lock driving the blade of my wrist into his Achilles tendon mercilessly. Instantly he started to arch up to try and get away from the pain and rapidly, using the torque of this lock, I turned him over. Cradling his trapped leg powerfully with both arms, I dropped onto his lower back and started to haul him back and up whilst driving my feet into the mats. As before, he impressed me with the extraordinary extent to which he could bend. But sitting deep into the saddle of his bent back I was demonically determined to get a rapid sub like this. And sure enough he yelled surprisingly loudly and clearly for the first time, "YES! I GIVE!!". That was exactly what I wanted because as I started to lower the leg which I had cranked he relaxed thinking that this hold was over. But I was only getting started on this beast. I kept hold of the leg I already had and reached forward and grabbed his free leg and then semi rising, drove back again into my seat on his lower back. A brief moment of adjustment and positioning my hands on each of his inner thighs the classic hold was completed.
"Gotcha!" I said. "Now you are gonna learn about the full crab and I am gonna give you a lesson that you will never forget". He gave a slight grunt and told me to fuck off twice. The hold was on, and I was firmly planted on the lower part of his back. "We'll see what kind of a man you really are now!" I said. And I started counting slowly. With each count I pulled him up a fraction higher, arching his abs gradually off the mat and holding him briefly in each position before advancing. I was tearing him apart, I knew how this felt and he was being ripped believe me.
When I reached "five" I paused. His groans had gone up in pitch. "You wanna say it yet boy?" I asked. He said nothing. "Can you take it big man......how far do you think you gonna get....will you make it to TEN? Or maybe you wanna give it up now whimp?" .
"No, no, I don't submit...I can take it, fuck off....you're the whimp here".
Ok then I thought, here we go. I increased the torque agonisingly slowly, counting methodically. We reached ten. He must submit I was thinking. No-one can take this. He was panting trying to breathe and that low growl I had heard before came back. He was right up in the air only his chest and shoulders now on the mat. I kept him there waiting for the inevitable with the seconds ticking by and his muscled mass shifting slightly under me. I could feel his shoulders seeming to bulk and knew he must be moving his arms.....he was gonna try and push up!! No way. No fucking way. I had stopped the counting but put all my strength and weight into subbing him now. But.....oh shit no, ........with a great roar he did push up! He literally surged upwards with inhuman strength and I was forced to flip forwards doing a front head over heels roll totally involuntarily. This had never happened before!
He was on me in an instant....raging with hot blood boiling, and muscles bursting covered in sweat. Before I had a chance to think he slapped me hard and then was behind me and those arms......those arms.....round my neck.....those amazing biceps and all of the power in those forearms and shoulders.
"Hello again sweetness!" he whispered into my ear. Then inexorably he tightened up and I was annihilated. It took only about four seconds and once again I slid out of this world, forced from the present into a different state by a wrestler who knew exactly what he was doing.
This time when I came too we were lying full length on the mat and he was spooned close into me from behind, gently slapping my chest. I lifted my head just slightly and he said "oh good - you're back - I was worried just for a couple of seconds there. Are you ok man?....I'm sorry about that....I nearly lost it".
"Mmmmm," I said and pressed slightly more into his form which seemed to exactly fit me from behind. "Round two?"