From: bigsqueezer@yahoo.com This story is a work of fiction that portrays consensual sex between two male characters. If you are under the age of 21 or easily offended by such topics, please seek entertainment elsewhere. - SCISSORS & PAYBACKS by Bigsqueezer (c) January 1999 All rights reserved "Scissors and Paybacks" 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. -end-