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TITANS UNLEASHED

Dave Squeezemaster

So its Friday night and I am at my favorite watering hole "The Long Horned Saloon" (you got to love the name). Friday night is wrestling night and they always get a big crowd in the bar. I tell the bartender “I will wrestle any one who wants to face me”.

There is a match going on now ( not very entertaining). The bartender knows I am a favorite here and will bring some excitement to the place and the guys will buy more booze,, So after this match he will announce that "The Squeezemaster will take on any challenger.

Kad Royce

Since I’ve been in the world of underground fighting, I’ve heard about "The Long Horned Saloon". It has become a mythical place by the technique of these fighters and by the crazy atmosphere that takes place there.

Tonight, I sat down in the room. I just want to see today and I’m waiting above all for Dave Squeezemaster’s fight. We talk about him all the way to Dubai, and I don’t think I would ever dare go up against an opponent like him.

So, when the bartender announces that the latter is offering an open challenger to anyone who wants, I am the first to come forward, filled with emotion and impatience that could almost make me look like a virgin.

Dave Squeezemaster

I go back into the changing room. Whenever I come here I already have my gear on. I just need to take off my shirt and shorts. I am wearing my lucky yellow poser wrestling bare foot always.

I look at myself in the mirror and flex, Dam I get hard just looking at me,, lol… I am 6' 225 lbs of thick raw muscle 18 inch arms and 28 inch quads,, 50 inch thick chest.

I hear the bartender announce there is a challenger for me. I will wait until he comes back to the changing room

Kad Royce

Damn, I got it. I’m the first to report myself and I’m qualified. I’m going to face a legend... The Dave Squeezemaster... The bartender asks me to go into the locker room to change. Holy shit, I didn’t take my trunks. So, I thought I am going to fight barefoot and with my boxers.

It only takes a few moments before I join the locker room. I cross the saloon and see the hostile and somewhat mocking looks from the audience. I see from their tone that I am unconscious and that I might have trouble resisting against Dave.

But with my 6'2 and my 203 lbs of pure muscles, I’m going to prove to them and show you, Dave, that I know how to fight.

Dave Squeezemaster

My opponent comes back into the changing room. I look at him thinking this will not be an easy match for me tonight…

"Hey here I always have extra gear with me"; I hand you a pair of my black square cuts and you put them on. "I don’t want you to be at a disadvantage to start”.

I walk out to ring with you going first. Guys giving some faint applause respecting you. I come out and the place erupts in loud hoots and yelling my name I jump into the ring and walk around flexing for the crowd and for Kad. I think this guy will be a real challenge for me…

Kad Royce

When I see you in the locker room, I feel my heart tighten. Is it a form of shyness, excitement, or just this incredible desire to stick my muscles to yours, to feel your body.

I concentrate and take a deep breath. You enter the ring after me and I see the crowd cheering you. I understand that it’s not only against you that I’m going to fight, but against your audience.

You flex the muscles and I am impressed by your musculature. I feel my cock quivering and tell myself that I am experiencing one of my most incredible wrestling experiences.

Dave Squeezemaster

I keep my eyes on this stud going up and down his body, my hard rod already jumping in my poser. I smile at the crowd come out to the center of the ring and offer to shake his hand.

Kad Royce

You approach me with an outstretched hand. I have always loved this first contact during a fight. With a big smile, I hold out my hand to you, expecting to already discover the first signs of your strength when you shake it on me.

Dave Squeezemaster

We shake hands. I stand there keeping the pressure on your hand crushing it not letting go just to show you the power in this body. Big smile on my face.

Kad Royce

For a few seconds, I let myself play your game and force the grimace that distorts my face to show you the pain that passes through me and to make you believe that I find you incredibly powerful.

While keeping my hand in yours, I step back a little by stretching out my arm and making you believe that I am in pain. But I quickly come back to you, reaching out my free arm, hoping to hit it violently in your chest, trying to unsettle you with a clothesline.

Dave Squeezemaster

I keep crushing your hand thinking I might make you drop to your knees like I have been able to with other guys, but then WHAM you send a short armed clothesline to my thickly padded chest, has some effect.

I release your hand and drop down on my knees to the canvas, grab your neck and pull your body over my back in a fireman's carry toss you over me. I grab that same hand and arm and bar it as I crawl up on your chest keeping the arm bar in place The guys cheering me.

Kad Royce

I see you falling to your knees. But I haven’t taken enough precautions and you’re forcing me to join you. You are a dangerous wrestler on the ground ,and I realize it when I am on your shoulders and that the crowd exhuls from this beginning of domination.

You intelligently hold the hand that could hit your ribs, but my other hand is free. I clench my fist and start hitting your spine hard, hoping that I’ll manage to force you to let me go.

Dave Squeezemaster

I toss you over me using that fireman's carry and jump on your chest with you on your back. But then with that free hand and arm you start firing fists into my spine. They take their toll.

I can't stay in this position much longer, so I roll off of your thick muscled body, grabbing that arm as I stand up shoving my bare foot into your arm pit, working that arm stretching it wrenching it, trying to inflict some pain working the socket.

I quickly take one hand off your wrist and flex for the crowd trying to get them behind me, then both hands on your wrist you arm up in the air.

"Hey there, buddy, how do you like this hold"

Kad Royce

You make me let go just enough to breathe... but you keep my arm. Your foot stays planted in my armpit like a stake, and you pull on it with the clear intention of taking off my shoulder.

The pain pulses, the crowd screams your name, and I feel that this start of the match belongs to you. Lying on my back, I don’t try to run away: I look for the angle. I bend one leg, anchor my heel, and do a dry bridge.

Not to knock you over—just to make you step back, to correct your balance. That’s enough. I turn my chest toward your leg, bring my shoulder back against my side, and your lever breaks. My free hand slides under your leg, my fingers catch on your ankle.

Now you can’t adjust. I pull my arm towards my pelvis, align the joint, and your traction disappears. Then I roll violently to the side, taking your trapped leg with me. Your balance gives way, your knee touches the mat, and your arm ends up off balance, stuck in my hands.

Dave Squeezemaster

Thinking I got this stud in a novel hold , but dam he is one smart awesome wrestler and knows how to counter my move. I feel him trying to break the hold and he is able to unbalance me and my knee touches the mat.

I quickly pull my arm out of your hands before you can slap another hold me and I crawl backwards putting some distance between us so I can plan my next move . When I far enough distant I kick up to a standing position ready to defend myself,, "OK handsome looks like this might be a long match Both of us are built to take a lot"

Kad Royce

I sit up slowly, shoulders rolling, breathing heavy but controlled. You escaped cleanly, Dave. Quick, lucid, almost too calm for someone who just felt their knee hit the carpet. You want distance, you want to think... very well.

I want to take you back to the place where you no longer have time to think. I raise my hand, palm open, as if to propose a clinch. I spout out suddenly, my chest bump into yours as I shudder to touch your skin again.

My hands immediately lock behind your neck in a Thai necklace. My forehead clings to your temple. My left shoulder sinks under your arm to catch it, prevent it from spinning, from breathing properly. My pelvis moves forward, heavy, compact, like a metal wedge that refuses to back up.

Dave Squeezemaster

Fuck I think I may have underestimated this stud. He is a very technical wrestler who defiantly know his way around the ring. We bump pecs which gets me excited again. My hard rod reacts by pushing up in my gear. Then I feel his hands lock behind my thick neck and his shoves his left shoulder under my arm.

He just made a mistake and I just simply lean down some more shoving my shoulder into your gut standing upright holding onto both hands on each side of me into a simple fireman's carry

"Time to rescue you Kad from yourself". I walk around the ring showing off my power to all the guys to remind them I aint no pussy boy who can be manhandled.

I come close to ropes and invite a couple guys to get close and slap Kad's muscled ass, WHACK WHACK. Then I walk to the one corner and charge out into the middle of the ring falling down with Kad falling on his back, and me on top of him WHAM.

"Hey man how did that feel, no more easy guy with me". I jump up and peel him off the canvas making sure his face rubs my throbbing crotch lift you up with on arm under your crotch other on your back up high in the air and then take a couple steps and drop your back over my extended knee in a back breaker; WHAM, as you are spread over my knee “how’s the back feeling, muscle man"

Kad Royce

When you push your shoulder into my chest, I feel something unusual. You’re lifting me. I understand how much you are a wrestler, not only technical but also strong. You project me and I feel the audience’s hands hitting my ass.

You want to show that you dominate me, Dave, and you’re absolutely right. But be careful that this domination doesn’t increase my anger. All the time I spend in your arms, all the time I spend against your skin has a terrible effect on my swelling.

You throw me to the ground, and my body is overwhelmed by pain. I feel the burn in my back, the pressure on my spine, and the cold rage rising—not that of the panic, but that of the competitor who refuses to give in.

Your knee is still on my spine, which is burning like the flames of hell. But I’m trying to roll outwards while trying to train you. My left arm clings to your waist while holding your trunks, which I would so much like to take off, so much did I feel your stiff cock while you were pushing me around.

I try to slide my shoulder against your chest to make you topple over and fall backwards. All my movements won’t allow me to hurt you, but just to free myself. They mainly reflect the pain that runs through my body. I’m going to have to get my act together quickly if I want to stay in the game

Dave Squeezemaster

Finally, Ihave made an in road on this stud's muscled body. "So, you don’t like the back breaker Kad huh ." I know it’s a nasty brutal move, but I had to do something to turn this match in my favor.

We have just been trading moves, holds but no one has been able to get the advantage up to now. I am not afraid to take this match up a notch. “So, here goes”.

You back laying on my knee. I using both arms. I lift your big, muscled body off my knee showing the power in my body, and I stand up with cradling you like a baby.

I smile at the guys and then take a couple steps in the middle of the ring extend my knee again and slam your damaged back over my knee again WHAMMMMMM. The guys at the bar are loving this move. They have seen me perform using this many times. "So, you big handsome stud, how’s that back now"? 

Kad Royce

As soon as you start to sit up to prepare for the second descent, I move my hips to approach the side opposite your supporting knee; This should create an imbalance in your posture; I slide my free arm under your muscular thigh and enjoy a few moments of the suavity of your skin.

But I take this opportunity to rotate my hips and slide along your body. I try to grab your supporting leg to make you fall forward. I feel our sweat getting mixed up, I feel our bodies struggling and I don’t know which of us will be the winner of this match. If you lose your balance, I will try to do a reverse headlock hoping to submit you quickly.

Dave Squeezemaster

“Hey Kad, I think you need a third back breaker to break you down some more studly."

I know what you are trying to do through the pain in your body but screw this I am on the offensive and I will not back off, so I lift your big hurt body up off my knee and hold you there again take a few steps and for a 3rd time drop your fucked up back down on my knee.

WHAMM

And then roll you off my knee and flex for you "Hey this is my power man using it on you Kad you sexy stud muffin I am out to win this first match between us"

Kad Royce

When you lift me up a third time and fold me back on your knee, my body reacts like that of an athlete pushed to the limit. My back bends like an arc, My lumbar muscles burn as if a line of fire crossed your column. In spite of myself, my abs are contracting, seeking to protect what can still be protected.

My ribs are squeezing me. I feel my breath getting short. My legs tremble, unable to regain control immediately. The crowd is silent, seeing me in this state, face contorted, jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed, eyes half-closed under the impact.

My whole body shows this mixture of pain and fatigue, but my gaze tries to remain determined. I am broken in half, literally bent around your knee and my back is on fire. For a few moments, I feel the exhaustion grab hold of me. I feel my forces leaving me in waves, my mind struggling to stay clear. But I want to stay here, clinging to whatever strength I have left.

"Dave... if you beat me today, it would be an honor. You bent me, broke me, pushed me back into my entrenchments... But as long as I can breathe, I will resist. I won’t let go.”

I’m still bent on your knee but I hope to enjoy the moment when you’re going to roll forward to show me off. I’m trying to voluntarily drop my body even lower to let you believe that I am finished. I take this opportunity to try to roll by grabbing your hand to unbalance you in order to attempt an explosive lateral control to try to regain the advantage.

Dave Squeezemaster

This dude can take a lot more than most guys who I wrestle. He is in pain now but trying work through it but I am determined to make him submit to me and win this contest. As you are sprawled out over my knee showing anguish on your face I know I am in control and have punished his back again and again.

"So muscle man, time to take this match to a conclusion and finish you off." I roll your limp body off my knee throwing you face down on the mats.

I move quickly now and sit on your back facing your feet lock your legs under my arm pits, lift up your legs in the air and lock in a nasty Boston crab working that fucked up back even more. I smile because I am in total charge and I will take this hot stud to submission "How’s the back now Kad"?

Kad Royce

I am caught in a position of intense suffering. My back is arched to the extreme, muscles stretched like cables under the pressure of the Boston crab. My hands scratch the carpet, looking for a support to free themselves, but each movement only accentuates the torsion of its column.

My abs contract violently, my breath becomes jerky—a mixture of pain and determination not to give in. My legs, locked under Dave’s armpits, are pulled up, forcing my hips to lift off the floor. The tension on my lower back is such that you can see my muscles tremble, my face contorted, my teeth clenched, my eyes half-closed in a desperate effort.

I try to crawl, to push on his forearms to reduce the angle, but you maintain the grip with a ruthless precision. Despite the pain, I refuse to tap—he clenches his fists, growls, and tries to pivot on one side to break his opponent’s balance. The saloon’s audience is in turmoil.

Around the improvised ring, spectators—cowboys, waitresses, musicians, travelers—crowded together, forming a vibrant circle of energy. The whiskey glasses tremble on the tables, the boots hit the ground in time with the cries. Some encourage you, yelling "Finish it!" while others, fascinated by my resistance, chant my name with admiration.

The faces are illuminated by the warm light of the oil lamps: you can see the sweat, the dust, the tense glances. The atmosphere is electric: each of my moans, each of your movements from Dave makes the room vibrate. You can feel the whole saloon holding its breath, hanging on the question of whether I will give in or find the strength to break free.

Dave Squeezemaster

I am thinking this guy has a very high pain tolerance, so, I need to take one more step to get a submission out of him. And the guys around the ring are now expecting me to make him submit to me and this is my chance to keep on him and finish him off.

So, I drop his left leg freeing my left arm. I reach down and can’t resist just squeezing that big pouch you got stud… Then I twist my body to the left take that left free arm and hand run it under your throat and start lifting your head off the canvas almost chocking you and bending that fucked up back some more trying to take your head and touch your foot.

It’s called the BROCK LOCK, no one has ever escaped from it. I flex my big body show off to all the guys in the Saloon "Hey Kad, time for you to call it quits unless you want a broken back. Just give up now to me and then maybe we can have some fun, winks".

Kad Royce

I can feel the pressure you put on my body. My back has been on fire since you blew it up several times in your lap. The crowd at the saloon encourages you and wants you to finish me off. When you pick me up with your Brock Lock, I feel my spine completely twisted.

My face is distorted by the pain. My breathing is blocked even though my neck is about to be broken. Resisting would be useless unless I wanted you to hurt me. And at the same time, I like it when your skin is against mine.

I love it when your breathing allows me to feel your warm breath. I love feeling your swelling against my body. I am a fighter, I like to fight but from time to time you have to accept defeat. I’m still hesitating for a few moments.

My hand rises and for a few seconds, which seem like an eternity to me, it stays in the air before tapping three times on the ground to show that I am submitting. I close my eyes as I hear the crowd chanting your name.

Disappointment fills me. It’s not towards you or the audience. But I would have liked to hold on longer, find an opening and maybe prove that even this catch couldn’t bend me.

Dave Squeezemaster

“Wow as they say, you fought the good fight, Kad. I had to use this move on you to finally get you to submit to me. You are one of the most experienced superb wrestlers I have ever faced" and with that I immediately release you from the hold, roll of your awesome hard body, get to my feet and offer my hand to help you, up the guys cheering for both of us.

They never saw such a unique battle… I hold both of our hands in the air and yelling out to everyone "There was no one winner both Kad and I won today along with everyone watching this match"

Kad Royce

I catch my breath; still shaken by the intensity of the movement you just performed. When you relax me, my muscles suddenly relax, as if the whole ring is breathing with me. I accept your hand, slowly straighten up, and the encouragement around us becomes a vibrant rumble.

I shake your hand, then raise the arm you’re holding, our two silhouettes still marked by the effort. “Dave... you pushed me to my last entrenchments today. Few wrestlers can boast of forcing me to give in, and you did so with mastery and respect.”

I turn my head towards the audience, the voice loud: "You saw a rare clash. Not a winner, not a loser. Just two fighters who gave it their all." I look at you again, a slight smile on the corner of my lips: "And trust me, Dave... this is just the first chapter."

Dave Squeezemaster

“Oh yeah really I had to work so dam hard Kad to take you out I will need a long rest before I have to face you in the ring again. You are a remarkable wrestler and a gentleman”.

 Guys still cheering as we make our way out of the ring and back to the locker room together as I think about another match with you

Kad Royce

“Dave... you gave me a fight I won’t forget. You forced me to tap into everything I had, and even beyond. Walking with you to the locker room, still shaken by what we have just experienced, it’s almost as strong as the match itself. Rest‐up, get some rest... because next time, I want to find you 100%. And believe me: this second round, I’m already waiting for it. Two warriors. Two friends. And a story that’s just beginning.”

Dave Squeezemaster

“I promise you there will be a return match within the next two months my friend”

THE END

Published: 2026-07-27, viewed 115 times.