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He knew that Davey could be rough. They had wrestled before and though basically he had always enjoyed the bouts, there had been moments when he really feared that Davey would completely finish him off. Davey was big. And he trained hard, simply to wrestle. One time he had lifted Mike off the mat and racked him until MIke could no longer even beg. Then he had dumped him via a devastating drop back breaker over the knee. Mike had been unable to breathe for what seemed like several minutes, but was probably only thirty seconds. Davey had simply stood over him with a light smile on his face, and when Mike had hauled himself up Davey had leaped on him and wrenched him into an excruciating camel that had Mike wondering whether it would be his back or his neck which would break first.
Davey was always a mean sadistic wrestler, and he had the muscle to completely control his opponent if he decided to. This time he looked serious. He also looked pumped in his dark blue speedos, and Mike noted the heavy swing of those massive thighs as Davey strode onto the mats. Davey looked bigger in the back and those triceps were as thick as ever. Mike could feel that strange leap in the pit of his stomach. Or was it lower. Mike knew that he was very resilient and could absorb punishment from just about any wrestler. He was fit and flexible too. He liked pain.....well, up to a point. But bouts with Davey were always unpredictable. Davey had certain holds that he always inflicted with ruthless concentration and seeming disregard for his opponents suffering. But quite often there would be something new too. Mike remembered ruefully when Davey had started adding the Sleeper hold to his wide vocabulary of submission moves. He had been gentle at first, but gradually had become wickedly efficient at clipping the hold on, with that big, hard-muscled arm sinuously snaked around Mike's neck, and then the other arm slipping down from the crown of Mike's head into the nape of his neck to clamp the hold on without mercy. Each time Mike thought he was dying as the pressure from Davey's hardening bicep bore into the side of his neck and he would quickly lose the sense of where he was, then peripheral vision would go and finally he would feel himself falling into blackness. Davey would let go a little of the pressure at that point just in order to apply it again. Death a thousand times. Anyway, that was some time back. There had been others. The Twister...Davey had been delighted with the way that stretched and arched his victim ....resulting in a neck crank, arm lock which ripped the chest muscles, a spinal twist that felt like you were being pulled apart, and with those powerful legs grapevining one of Mike's thighs generally it felt like Mike was trapped by some kind of alien muscle monster. Then Davey would gently stroke Mike's tautly stretched chest and abs and ask with a grin 'you wanna give yet?'. There was always an extra little bit of pressure added just before any hold was released. It was a hallmark of Davey's style, as if he was saying...'I could make it worse you know, but I won't, but remember this....'.
Anyhow here they were again. Mike closed in on Davey, who was difficult to read always at these opening moments. As Mike lifted his hands towards Davey's neck and left arm, with a rapid blur of movement Davey encircled Mike's neck in an iron hard grip and threw him from his hip, tossing Mike easily to the mat and hanging onto him so that Mike landed hard with Davey's 14+ stone on him, still held in a side headlock. Fuck. Fuck. Davey was so fucking strong. He was a bastard. He was a mean-son-of-a-bitch. Still holding Mike firmly in the side headlock, Davey grabbed Mike's free arm and thrust Mike's wrist into the waiting crooked knee, so that Mike's arm was at ninety degrees with the elbow being levered up under Davey's thick thigh thereby also cranking his shoulder. This was a hold-down move which MIke of course knew, but he could not resist the momentum of it. Davey was too strong. Davey's weight across his chest kept him firmly pinned whilst the bastard started working his shoulder and arm. To make matters worse Davey hauled on the headlock, pulling MIke's head towards him and doubling the effect of weight. Leverage. Simple really. Davey was an expert at leverage. Mike groaned and said 'no, never!' When Davey told him to quit. Davey shifted yet more weight onto Mike and started to crank on the holds. Mike's shoulder was already screaming with the torque being applied. But Davey, ever the sadist, took it just to the point which Mike could endure and then kept it there, pulsing the pressure a little. Mike took it as long as he could but it was too much within about forty seconds. He tapped on Davey's broadly muscled back. Nothing. Davey was not looking at him and did not respond. Well, he was looking at him, but just did not seem to register Mike's face at all or his tapping. 'Ok' Mike said, ' you got me, I submit.' Davey then focussed on Mike's face and said 'oh no lad, you have a long way to go yet before I let you out of this'. Oh shit. He's in one of those moods.
Davey kept Mike in this shoulder busting hold for maybe another whole minute whilst MIke yelled, moaned, cursed, and alternated between tapping and punching Davey's back. He soon gave up any punching as that was met with vicious pressure crudely applied to his already torn shoulder. Suddenly, Davey mounted Mike chest to chest, and Mike felt those awesome legs grapevine his own putting unbearable pressure on his trapped legs and knees. Jeez. Mike knew how heavy Davey was, but always forgot the reality of just how heavy he felt when it was all on top of him. Davey promptly enclosed the whole of Mike's neck and head in his arms, with his chest flexing in a way that did things to Mike which he could not control. Davey was smothering him and clearly enjoying doing it. Mike struggled. He could not breathe and every movement he made seemed to result in Davey being clamped more tightly on him. Mike bucked and writhed but it was useless. He started to plead for release. As usual he felt a rush of unbelievable electricity run through him at being forcibly subdued by this muscled brute, and also fear that he might actually be going beyond what he could endure.
The bout progressed. It was totally one sided. Mike felt exhausted. Davey had been inventively unremittingly plain mean. He had scissored Mike and had turned up the pressure long after Mike submitted, until MIke thought his entire rib cage would implode. MIke's ribs were sore after that....we would remember the sheer hardness of those hairy monsters which looked mountainously huge when he had been trapped in them. Then he had turned his legs over to work Mike's neck. He had pumped them until Mike had gone woozy and virtually passed out.
Now, this was the worst moment. Davey seemed to tower over him, his muscles glistening and swollen as he had Mikes ankles trapped firmly under his armpits. Only Mike's head and part of his shoulders was in touch with the mat. He was struggling violently, twisting his body up and from side to side. He tried to snatch hold of Davey's ankles, but it was useless. Fuck....Mike knew he must avoid being forced over onto his belly at all costs, but Davey already had one knee pushed hard into the small of Mike's back, starting to arch him mercilessly. Mike knew that Davey was playing with him. With the power of those legs and his torso Davey could flip him over whenever he wanted. Davey was nearly lifting him up entirely. 'Yeah.....you are gonna take it now boy...the most punishing hold ever devised in wrestling.....I am gonna ride you in my Crab, fucker.' Mike yelled defiantly, but he knew the inevitable would happen. This hold was Davey's absolute speciality. He always seemed to be able to manoeuvre an opponent into this, and when he did he would turn into a wicked pain machine, doling out spine breaking agony with ease. With a hideous surge, MIke was forced over onto his belly. Davey held him high, arched between Davey's wide stance. Mike could feel Davey tightening the grip on his legs and Davey's palms made contact with Mike's inner thighs, forcing them to spread wide. Slowly Davey sat into the saddle created by the bent lumbar zone of Mike's already-tortured back. He settled some of his weight onto Mike, which felt amazing to Mike.....how could those muscled globes of Davey's ass be so hard. Davey tilted his hips into the hold and Mike yelled his immediate submission. But he knew there would be no release. Davey was never satisfied with just a simple submission from this hold.
It took twenty minutes before a totally wrecked Mike escaped from under an exultant Davey. Those who doubt the power of this hold, should try it. But take care, friend. It is the most feared hold in all promission for a good reason.