Muscles In Trouble

I wait for the bell to ring to begin round 2, staring straight at you. I'm not gonna give you any breathing room, or any time to recover. The bell rings and I come forward right out of the gates, feinting a knee before grabbing your right wrist with both hands and applying an arm-wringer, circling around to your back for a hammerlock. "Just two more Josh, then you'll be under better management. That'll be better for everybody," I whisper, my breath hot on your neck. The crowd seems really into watching you get manhandled. And I'm definitely into manhandling you. Fuck, it's hot controlling a guy this big and strong.

We are both ready for this second session knowing I have to be careful to avoid a 2-0 defeat as the bell goes we both move out watching each other closely. You feint a knee aimed at my gut but you also manage to grab my right wrist and you manage to hammerlock my arm as you move behind me. This underground bout has a ref and bell but the horny men watching are so into this as they see you dominating me. You taunt me breathing heavily on my neck I need to do something to avoid you taking total control so I use my free arm and try to back elbow your gut.

Your free elbow digs into me hard, drawing a pained grunt. Big arms, bony elbows, that’s gonna leave a bruise. I shove your wrist further up your back, intensifying the hammerlock in response, then pull at your elbow back toward me, forcing you to step backward with your right leg. I catch the foot while it’s in the air with my left leg and keep pulling you back over it, foot-sweeping you directly to your back. I drop for a quick cover, chest-to-chest, not expecting the pin this early in the second round, but I want to mess with your head, and make you spend the energy to launch me off of you. The ref drops, counting “ONE!” and slapping his hand on the mat.

You grunt as my elbow slams into your gut but you manage to keep your hold on and you actually yank my wrist even more up my back cranking on the hammerlock more. You feel me move my right leg as I step back and you manage to pull it up then foot sweep me taking me down onto my back and you are so confident now you try a quick cover. I grunt and I do manage to shove you off me just after the ONE count as we are chest to chest. But I know how dangerous you are as I roll away from you pulling up using the ropes as I watch you closely.

I didn't expect to finish you, but I also didn't expect to get launched quite as high as you just launched me. The crowd laughs a little at the airtime. I land on my feet, keenly aware of your greater size and power. As you stand, using the ropes, I see an opportunity. No time to let up. I launch myself at the ropes next to you, appearing to leap through the middle and top ropes, but grabbing them as I go, swinging into a tiger feint kick, trying to slam both shins into you with the added momentum of the swing.

 

My counter to your pinfall attempt is strong enough to send you flying off me as you land on your feet looking somewhat surprised. I have pulled up by the ropes as you quickly lunge at me. I sense you seem to be almost gonna leap through the ropes but you manage to grab them. I am not sure what you are looking to do but “uugghhhh” I suddenly feel my shins hit that just drops me onto my ass.

The tiger feint takes your legs out from under you, so I disentangle myself from the ropes and grab your ankles, pulling you into the center of the ring before interlacing your legs into an Indian death lock, standing above you with your legs entwined around my right leg, applying pressure to your calf, knee, and ankle. "How's that feel, Josh?" I ask as the crowd gasps at the pained expression on your face. "Don't worry, you don't have to tap yet, I can make this way, way worse."

 

You free yourself up from the ropes and quickly grab my ankles and you drag my now weakening sweat soaked muscular tattooed body midring and you apply a hold you call an Indian death lock wrapping my legs around I yell out “AARRGGHHHHH” the pain is so intense …..so close to tapping out but I grit my teeth refusing to submit at this point

"That's what I like to see, Joshy-boy," I coo, looking down at your pained-but-manfully-resisting face. "But it's only gonna get worse." I step over, grabbing your top foot (your right) in a powerful figure-four toe-hold, which I think they call an ankle lock in pro wrestling, your legs still interlaced in the deathlock, making this a combination deathlock, single leg crab, and ankle lock. "Oh man, that's gotta be rough," I say, grinning at the crowd as they start to chant 'TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP!'

 

You seem to be getting off on seeing and hearing me suffer in this tuff leg lock and you decide to increase the pain by stepping over me turning me facedown changing the hold into something like an ankle lock but adding something like a single leg boston crab adding pressure to my back and my pain threshold being put to the test “AUUGHHHHHHHHHH” I scream out louder and the horny men watching roar their approval as they see me being punished yet again. I hear yells of “TAP TAP TAP” making me more stubborn but realize there is no counter to this hold.

I'm impressed that you haven't tapped yet. After your rough handling in recent months, part of me figured you'd had the heart beaten out of you. Nope. It's still in there. But heart isn't enough. Heart won't stop your back or legs from breaking. I let go of your foot with my hands, but keep it trapped against my hips, then lean down and grab your head with both hands. I yank you off the ground, displaying you in an suspended Indian deathlock camel, attacking your legs, lower back, upper back, and neck all at once. "Good fucking show, Joshy, but here is where you fucking tap," I growl. The crowd screams its approval. "And once I'm up 2-0, you better believe those trunks of yours are coming off before round 3," I promise.

 

I know that if I tap out in this special stakes bout going 0-2 would mean you would earn the right to take my ass. And you have me in deep trouble showing off your obvious wrestling skill for one so young. My resistance results in you deciding to add even more pressure on my legs and back but when you crank my head as well my neck also is being punished. This combo hold is impossible to counter you call it a suspended, Indian death lock, and camel clutch. You growl at me with you totally dominant the horny men loving it. I have no choice now and as I scream out “ OK OK MAN NO MOREEEEE!” and I surrender to you as I furiously tap out on the mats signalling my second submission

I let you drop like a ton of bricks when you tap, then untangle myself from your legs. I let you writhe there for a moment, belly down, giving the crowd a cocky grin and a big double-biceps pose. Then, still standing over you, I lean over, slowly slide my hands down your naked back until I hook the fingers of both hands inside the waistband of your trunks. "I'm waiting until I win the third to fuck him, folks," I shout, loudly enough for much of the crowd to hear, "but I figure you all should get to see this big muscle-jobber's ass and dick for all of round three." The crowd cheers as I strip the trunks off of you. I toss them into the crowd, where one lucky pervert catches them and immediately starts sniffing them. Fuck... I don't bear you any ill will, but dominating and humiliating you is fucking hot. I feel my cock hardening as I leave you naked and vulnerable in the middle of the ring. I give you a firm, hard spank on the right butt-cheek, drawing another cheer. "I can hardly wait to fuck that ass, Joshy," I whisper, so only you can hear. I back up and wait for the ref to signal the beginning of round 3.

You do unravel yourself from this punishing combo hold you had me in that forced me into offering my submission making it 2-0 to you knowing the consequences of this unique type of bout for me in my underground fed and judging from the reaction of this horny crowd they are certainly enjoying the way this younger muscle-stud has dominated me. This second session has pretty much broken me certainly physically but mentally as well…

And you obviously sense it as you cockily grin at the crowd whilst showing off your hot muscular body with a double biceps pose as you stand over me. Then after leaning in you “work” the crowd telling where how this will be going next as you slowly strip my skimpy green trunks of me exposing my ass as well as my hard dick mid-ring. I grunt as you spank my ass which pleases the crowd more as you whisper your intentions but only so I can hear them. You back away as I slowly pull up now totally naked with my hard dick leaking and throbbing ..knowing the third session is about to get underway….