Shapeshifter's blog

It's been a LONG time since I last wrote anything, I could feel the rust in my fingers as I typed, but this came out of nowhere to me this afternoon so thought I'd post it. Any feedback always welcome :)

Story begins:

It was the final night of my short city break when on impulse more than habit I logged in to the wrestling personals site to check the latest forum, photo and video contributions. My day was done, I was ready to get lost and let my imagination run wild in the world of wrestling that I was still so relentlessly drawn to. I was on my second page of newly added content when an alert that my profile was being viewed popped up. The dopamine rush was welcome, I’d seen this man's profile when I’d logged in on arrival, but was too intimidated to be in touch - there was no way he’d be interested in me, his profile read of skill and competition, he was also taller and had a stone in weight on me, all muscle. Moments later another alert, this time a message, and it was from this guy! I opened it readily, he wrote that liked what he saw, he recognised I was new to the area, and was interested in a meet.

We chatted back and forth a little where I gave the reason for my visit and the unfortunate deadline that came with it. I’d be gone come morning. It wasn’t a problem, he could meet within the hour.

My usual style of writing for a while to better know the guy I’ll be rolling with was cast aside as the body and action pics poured through now the meet was arranged; the vibe was established and there wasn’t a chance in hell I was missing this opportunity!

I gave him the address and set about squaring up the hotel room, the act of setting aside the humble furniture and sliding the mattress to the cleared floor almost now the action of muscle memory than plan and execution.

The wait for him to arrive was full of excitement, I found myself refreshing the page every minute so as not to delay receiving the message of his arrival. Eventually it popped up, that same rush returning, and I headed straight down to reception to meet him.

As soon as our eyes met there was a spark, his photos didn’t do him justice, he was even better in person. His casual clothes of jeans and t-shirt fit snug to his frame, and mentally he was already undressed to his wrestling gear before we even shook hands and I invited him upstairs.

We exchanged pleasantries and thanks for the availability as we made our way to the room, and both visibly relaxed once the door was locked behind us. The outside world was gone, the room was now the arena. I’d been working hard on my fitness for a few months now, and though there was a lot of improvement to come I could tell he was appreciating the effort as the casual talk continued and the clothing came away. Time was already against us, but we were keen to collide and get tangled in each others limbs.

We’d agreed to start from kneeling, so took our positions at opposite ends of the mattress. I absorbed a full top to toe view of him as I walked around him to take my place on the far side. Broader shoulders than mine that tapered down perfectly to the bubble of his ass that he promised he’d use to pin me later and from there to a pair of thick thighs and defined calves. The running, cycling and hiking he listed as doing for fun had clearly left their mark.

The plan for a light roll with holds exchange meant we had ample space before us, we smiled and moved towards each other, I instantly lowered myself - it’s the instinctive jobber in me - as he raised higher and went to grab my head. I dodged it easily and managed to secure my arm around his neck, taking him to the mat where his strength instantly became apparent and he raised back up, taking me with him and breaking the hold, locking his own stronger arm around my neck and taking me down instead. He looked me in the eyes and smiled, a cocky “as if it would be that easy” smile, and brought the headlock in a little tighter. I struggled against it but instantly loved the feeling of power and control he was exerting.

He shifted now, loosening the hold but keeping me in place as he laid on top, lifting up and crashing down twice - using his extra stone of weight to his advantage. I acted winded, but the rush I got was unreal. His hands found mine and our fingers intertwined as he stretched my arms out above me - his pecs parallel with my eyes - then slowly, deliberately, moved up to make a seat of my chest, resting his knees either side of my head and drawing his legs together, his ample thighs now securing my arms as he released my fingers from his and sat up, inching forwards so now his speedo clad crotch rested on the lower half of my face.

He grinned down and mockingly wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, feigning effort and exertion, sweeping aside his hair as he did so.

I struggled but it was in vain, his perfectly applied weight combined with the sexy smother he was applying meant I couldn’t shift him, and my exertion only caused me to have to breathe harder. I tried to swing my legs up to grab him - this had worked for me numerous times in the past - but he was no stranger to this retaliation, and moved as if to grab them. I knew that would lead to a roll up, landing me in greater trouble and burying me deeper in his already-increasingly-hard-to-breathe-against package so I lowered them and gave him a mock scowl which only made him smile wider.

“Give it up, jobber, you know you’re pinned”

I struggled once more in defiance, then tapped one of my hands against the other, his position had conveniently placed my hands with the back of one against the palm of another for just this occasion. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Good boy, that’s what I like” he said as he climbed off and I took a deep breath, taking a few seconds to recuperate - and relive the memory of the pin - before rolling to my front and getting back to a kneeling position.

He smiled at me as he edged back towards his side of the mattress as he said “If I’d known you’d be this easy, I would have just told you to lay down”

That was it, the heel streak I have was ignited.

We moved in again, neither of us this time trying for a headlock but instead slowly circling, he moved as if to grab my arm and I pulled back, shifting my centre of gravity which was entirely his plan, he quickly lunged and wrapped his arms around my chest, taking me backwards to land on my back and him crash on top of me. The ignited streak was quickly extinguished.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and went straight for a body scissor, rapidly applying the squeeze but the grip of his arms already tightening around me was too much and I released, him now moving to straddle my legs with his to contain them. He gave a light grunt and brought his arms in tighter again, the pressure on my ribs felt incredible but this - combined with his weight pressing down - was already making breathing an issue. My opponent that had been circling with me fifteen seconds before was now a hot, human vice clamped tight around me and working to break me down.

I put all my focus into breathing, trying to keep my chest as expanded as possible as I gasped a breath, but he knew the pattern, he knew how to work me, and he closed that little bit more each time.

“I’ve got you jobber” he whispered now, maintaining the tight squeeze around me with arms that now felt like bands of steel “You’ve already stopped squirming, I know you’re mine”

I worked to take another quick breath, and the arms closed half an inch closer again. I could hear the smile in his voice as he continued “Submit to me, boy, there’s no escape, there’s not another breath without my say so”

I held on for as long as I could against the grip, the burn in my lungs, the feel of his weight upon me, the determination in his strength - but I had to give, had to reach around and tap his back. The solid constriction eased on my surrender. He released the grip slowly, and I felt my ribs ease back to their usual position, not realising in the high of the hold and domination just how tight he had me. This man was a force, I’m so glad I’d logged in!

He lifted up but this time kept me on my back, resting to be sat upon my legs. He looked down and smiled widely, pleased with his work, as he moved first up my body then around to be above me.

My stomach filled with butterflies, I knew what was coming.

He knelt facing my feet, his knees either side of my head, as he lowered himself down on top of me and worked his legs to scoop up my head, drawing it willingly into the incredible valley of his thighs and glutes.

Purposely, with slow and perfect precision, I was manoeuvred into the first stage of his signature hold, his legs expertly coordinating their attack to wrap and trap. He locked me high between his thighs, gripped my wrists with his hands to restrain them, and slowly extended his legs, building the crushing pressure around my skull until I had to tap. The hold was maintained upon my submission but the pressure eased as his legs bent again at the knee, only to build back up to extension and re-apply their crushing grip. I held on longer this time, but it was only seconds more before I had to tap again, my hands tapping the mattress.

I couldn’t hear it as his thighs covered my ears, but he chuckled lightly and repositioned his legs as he kept my arms restrained. His right calf pushed against the back of my head as his foot locked behind his left knee. The new trap was set. My submission already foretold.

But it wasn’t going to be given yet, it wasn’t going to be ACCEPTED yet, this was his goal, this was his prize, the prolonged squeeze and smother of a jobber’s head, the complete ownership of another man in his hamstring prison, the time and space to play at leisure with the sub head made of me - to squeeze, hold, and release at will.