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Brad, Wrestling

DAVID 120

 

“Why you’re almost pretty when you’re in pain, Bradley.”

David120Brad let out a long grunt. His hands clutched David’s biceps in an effort to lift himself just enough to lessen the pain of the crushing bearhug. He raised one hand and grabbed David’s face.

“Hey!” yelled David.

Brad jerked his hand away.

“Yeah! Yeah, Bradley. That’s two! Touch me above the neck one more time and guess who loses? You know the rules. Don’t you?” He dug his clenched fists into the small of Brad’s back.

“OWWW! No! Oh son of a bitch!”

“Do you?"

“Oh god!”

“Do you?" The huge arms tightened slowly.

“No! Stop! Okay, yes! I know the rules!”

“And who’s the biggest, strongest man here, Bradley? Huh? Who’s the king? Who won the match?”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh no. I get to fuck you. And I am REALLY—”

“AAAAAAAHH!!”

“…lookin’ forward to it. In fact, my cock’s ready and waitin’ right underneath your balls. Can you feel that, Bradley?” He wiggled his hips and his pole of sex muscle slimed the underside of Brad’s balls. “You ready?”

“I’m the real man h-here!”

“Oh yeah, Bradley? Then how come you scream like a GIRL?”

“AAAAAAHHHHHoOOOWWW! NO! STOP!”

“The only thing manly about you is your toenails. And they stink. You’re just an OBNOXIOUS—”

“AAAHHHOOO NO!”

“…conceited little PRICK—”

“AAAAAAAHH!!! OWWWWW!”

“…with delusions of MANHOOD!”

“OH G-GOD! STOP!”

“And I’m gonna enjoy takin’ you down a notch. You ready to spread those ass cheeks for me?”

“No. Don’t!”

“Fair’s fair, Bradley. I don’t mind breakin’ your ribs or snapping your back. I think it’d be kinda nice to squeeze the breath right out of you. Like THIS.” Like hydraulic presses, the titanic arms drew Brad’s middle towards David’s. Brad’s eyes flew open and he screamed. With every exhalation, his rib cage contracted, but the subsequent inhalation was impossible, and so his ribcage contracted, bit by bit.

“…n-noooo!”

“Ha ha,” said David. “You better say it now while you still have some breath left.”

“…put m-me down fir—”

“Ohhhh no. I don’t think I’ll be needin’ a second lesson, do you? I tell you what. Just say I won and take your fuckin’ like a good little boy, and I do mean “little boy”, and I promise that I won’t ever tell anyone what happened here today. It’ll be our little secret, ok?”

Brad kicked his legs. He pushed on David’s biceps.

David crushed his waist, and he knew that he had won because Brad lost the arch his body had sustained. He collapsed onto David, limp and trembling and struggling for breath.

“’kay….okay…I s-submit…you win…pl-pl—” The rest came in a breathless whisper: “…pleezlemmego.”

 

2004

 

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