Domin8U contributes the second chapter of his story started below:
I won't keep you "tied up" any longer... here's part two of Domin8 U! Enjoy!As I start out of the ring, you try to trip me so I figure you want some more punishment. Sure, ya little glutton! I get the lasso out of my bag and bring it in the ring. Before I tie you up, you need working over a bit more. Elbow drops, head butts, gut punches, and bow & arrows till you're groaning. Now I'm ready for a round-up!
I put the noose around your neck and pull you up on your knees. I pull the rope behind you and tie your wrists, then your ankles and pull the rope through your legs and around your shoulder. Give it a tug and go around the other shoulder. (You'll be dressing on the left from now on). Now, you're a punching bag! I throw an upper cut that makes you reel back on your feet, but I pull the rope before you fall over. I alternate this with pec blows and nailing you on the chin....1, 2 your neck's turning blue; 3, 4 your gut says "no more;" 5, 6 a heel to your prick; 7, 8 your pecs start to deflate; 9, 10....Let's do it again! After watching you wobble but not fall down, I tire of this and start the real punishment! I pick you up by the ankles and under the chin and do a reverse backbreaker, which in this case would be a gut-buster. Your breath goes and you lie there motionless across my knee. I lift you up again for the same move again! You start mumbling something about giving, but I can't hear you. I push you off my knee and apply a n inverted ab stretch by grabbing your ankles and chin and pulling them together until you're balanced on your navel! You're hollering like a stuck pig so I put you back on your knees and apply a pec claw until you scream for mercy. OK, but you'll pay the price! I go to the other end of the ring, run and drop to my knees and give you a clothesline as I slide by! You fall back on you shoulders, and on them I stand, bend over and slap you for a 3 count.
Congratulations SB, you passed you first semester at Domin8 U. I'd shake your hand but you're all tied up!
Domin8U contributes this fantasy scenario:
Are ya ready for this, SB???
We're in the ring and I'm working you over pretty well so you stumble backwards to let the ropes support you, leaving your upper body wide open. I reply to the invitation and do some major gut and pec punishing. As you sink lower, I grab your shoulders to pull you up, and drive a knee into your mid-section. That puts you in the perfect position to be bulldogged across the ring. I oblige, and as your face hits the mat, I'm wishing I had a lariat to tie you up like a calf. However, I grab your ears and raise you up to my gut and give your face an up close and personal look at my six pack. You're worked over worse than a woman's washboard on laundry day!I decide the way to finish this is with a camel clutch. Oh, how you submit. You moan, groan and scream for this torture to end. I think about it for a second, then reapply the hold with all the strength I can until you can't even gasp anymore. Then I drop the hold, flip you over on your back and play referee. I lay across your chest with my back to you and beat your "boyhood" for a three count.
Good match, SB!!
UKMike contributes this story:
The Boston Master Dominates the Boston Kid The Boston Master was really looking forward to the match. It had been a long time since he had shown the Boston Kid who the boss was, and he was looking forward to it. The Boston Kid was arriving soon, and the Master had been busy organizing everything. He had prepared the wrestling room. He’d set out some of his favorite photos, and positioned two mirrors so that he could admire what he was going to do to the Kid. If the Kid was good maybe the Master would let him have the pleasure of seeing his own agonized body in the mirrors too. The Master had also been psyching himself up for the match. He’d watched videos all weekend, taking particular note of Boston crabs in the videos. He wanted to make his own Boston Crab even more deadly. It was already a hell of a hold and he knew how to dish it out, but he was always keen to learn how to inflict even more pain on his opponent. The videos had given him several ideas and now he was ready to put them into action. He’d already been having many fantasies as to what he was going to do to the Boston Kid, none of them at all pleasant for the Kid.
by MikeThe Kid had also been preparing for this. He’s been going regularly to the gym, and was pretty well pumped now. Knowing the Master’s devastating ability with the Crab he’d been trying to increase his Crab pain threshold. He had been using a chair with some fabric ties to put himself into very nasty well arched Boston crabs. He’d been increasing the arch and the time he had to stay in the hold over the last few weeks and had become an even tougher opponent. Mind you he also knew that no matter how tough a Boston he gave himself it would never compare to the ones the Master dished out. He was pretty apprehensive about the torture that was to come.
Kid arrived at the Master’s house. With no messing they both got into wrestling gear. The Master told the Kid to wear purple trunks and white sport socks while the Master wore his own striped pair of trunks and white socks. The Kid was worried now..... when the Master wore his striped trunks it was generally a bad sign, a sign that the Master would be even crueler than usual. The one thing worse was if the Master put on his black trunks as that was a sure signal that the Master would be extremely dominant and cruel. The Master was indeed feeling very cruel. He’d had a couple of disappointments recently - one guy had turned up to wrestle but was too heavy, than another guy had not even bothered to turn up. The Master had been really looking forward to putting these guys through the submission mill but had not had a chance. Now he wanted to make up for that.
The Master put the video on. He’d prepared a tape of all of his favorite holds. They were mainly Boston crabs, with the odd hard brutal long-held hammer lock thrown in. He wanted to make sure he and Kid were in the right mood for what was to come. Some of the crabs Kid had not seen before. They were incredibly well put on, the guy on top leaning into the hold and putting all his weight into his opponents back. The guy beneath was always screaming with agony. The Kid knew that the Master’s Full Boston Crabs were even more vicious and cruel than these. Kid was getting turned on by this, and also a bit afraid..... what would he be going through soon?
When the tape ended the Master was well and truly ready for action. He told the Kid to do 30 press-ups. Kid dropped to the floor and gave it his best. Despite all of his gym work he only managed 28 before collapsing on his stomach on the mat. The Master grinned. "You’ll pay for that, boy," he said.
The Kid rolled on to his back to see what the Master meant and then saw the Master lean forward and grab his ankles. Tucking them under his arms the Master firmly grabbed the Kid’s thighs and lifted him up in the air. The Kid knew what was coming next. The Master used his strength to turn the Kid over onto his belly while his legs were still in the air. The poor Kid was too worn from the press-ups to resist. The Master was really starting to enjoy himself. He’d been looking forward to this moment for so long. As he lowered his weight firmly onto the Kid’s back he knew what a great hold this was, what an expert he was at applying it, and what the Kid would be going through. He loved this hold. The Master shifted his feet away from the Kid to apply even more weight to the Kid’s breaking back and the hold was on. "Ow! Oh, no... Oh, no, please..." pleaded the Kid.
"Tough, boy. Take it!" said the Master.
"Oh, no, please... please, Master," said the Kid.
The Master was now starting to get into the hold. He knew that the Kid was very tough and so he knew he could afford to be even more brutal. He leaned harder into the hold.....
" Ow! Ow! Oh God... Oh no, NO!" cried the Kid. The Master smiled.
Most men could not take this hold for more than 5 seconds. The Master knew the Kid could really take it and so he knew he could have a lot of fun just dishing it out and enjoying the ride. The was the great thing about the Kid, the Master could really make the hold last. He decided he’d really make this one ahold to remember.
"Okay, Kid , you’re gonna be in this for 5 minutes." He knew that the longest the Kid had ever suffered in this hold at this intensity was 4 minutes and he wanted the Kid to be pushed even further this time.
“Oh, no! No... please, NOT that long... NO!” begged the Kid. The Master ignored his pleas and settled in for a good long brutal back-breaking ride. He could see his digital clock and so make sure the Kid got what he’s said. He started to rock to and fro some.
The Kid was in agony now, screaming ‘I submit I submit’ but the Master ignored this-- he’d only been in the hold 2 minutes.
Then the Master did some side to side rocking, twisting the Kid’s spine in yet another direction. The Kid had never felt such pain before. He was really in agony, sweating, begging for release. Deep down though he knew that once the Master had decided there was no chance of mercy. The Master was loving this, piling on the hold in all kinds of ways, sometimes pushing his buttocks even harder into Kid, sometimes rocking more. Wow the feeling of total power and control he had was awesome. He made sure the last minute of the hold was even more painful than the first four. Then suddenly the 5 minutes was up and the Kid was released.
The Kid rubbed his back as he lay exhausted on the mat. He had never been so laid into especially so early on in a session. What else was to come? He soon found out.
"Okay, NO rest! Gimme 25 press-ups NOW. But be warned -- every one you fall short on carries a penalty," the Master said.
Kid got to his knees and started the press-ups. The first 15 were hard but do-able, but then he started to flag. Each press-up was excruciating - his arms were aching but worse was the pain in his back. After the extreme crab torture he’d just been put through his back was worn and hard to keep straight for the press-ups. He managed a very hard and painful 22.
"Okay, 3 short, that gives you a 3 minute Boston penalty," the Master smugly said.
Before the Kid knew what was happening the Master had applied yet another full Boston crab, this one to be kept on for 3 minutes. After the agonies of the first one this was just devastating, Kid’s back had had no chance to recover. The 3 minutes felt longer than the 5 minutes. Of course this was all part of the Master’s plan. He knew the long first Boston would really weaken the Kid for more fun and games. He intended to have a lot of fun this session.
And he did. The Master set more and more challenges, always beyond the Kid’s flagging ability, always with an intensely cruel penalty. The Master set the pace and had the rides he wanted. The Kid was just a victim, totally destroyed by this onslaught of brutal Full Boston Crabs. Sometimes the Master would fancy a bit of variety and a rest. He’d then get the Kid to massage him, or do more press-ups or sit-ups, or apply a brutal hammerlock or camel clutch to the Kid. Sometimes the Master would let the Kid choose between penalties, saying ‘You will have a 4 minute Crab or an 8 minute full power hammer lock, choose NOW!'.
Sometimes the Master just toyed with the Kid, keeping the Full Boston on as long as he liked, enjoying the fact that the only way out for the Kid was to plead for his Master’s mercy. These no time limit Crabs really tested the Kid’s back to the full. He begged and begged for mercy, knowing the Master was a hard wrestler and would only let him out once he had had his fun. The Master had to be really convinced that the Kid could not take any more before he’d even think of releasing him. Even then the Master would often release the hold but then slap it on again. The Master showed no mercy and the Kid suffered more than he had ever suffered in the ring before. The Kid became weaker and weaker, but fortunately still flexible enough to take what the Master kept dishing out. The Master loved his Bostons and certainly got to improve them, as the Kid will testify.
After a long session of Full Boston torture the Master put another video on, of even more brutal full Boston crabs. The Kid wondered what was coming next. If the video was a warning then he suspected that the next part of the match could be even worse than the first. He was right. The Boston Master changed into a black pair of trunks and black socks. The Master really let rip in the second half of the session..... which is another brutal story.
Jeff contributes this virtual match:
James: Where are you from, mate?
Jeff: I'm 5'10", 155 pounds, 24 years old from New Orleans.
James: I'm 5'10", 165 pounds, 30 years old from England.
James: As usual the big pond is in the way. We're about the same size, Jeff. What kind of action you like?
Jeff: Big time submissions, I am a little job-boy.
James: I go for submissions in Speedos.
Jeff: Into gear. Any spandex-- bikinis, thongs, shorts, tights.
James: I like seven submissions, usually.
Jeff: My favorite holds are backbreaker over both shoulders, iron cross and camel clutch.
James: I like backbreaker over the knee, camel clutch, Boston crab, body scissors/full nelson combination and iron cross.
James: It's a pity we are so far apart...
Jeff: Yeah.
James: Did you say you like to be submissive?
Jeff: Oh yeah, very submissive. Hurt me, stud.
James: Damn, I could wrestle right now.
Jeff: We could have a virtual match here, I've done it before and it's very cool.
James: Yeah, me too. Okay, and you want to be submissive?
Jeff: Make me give over and over, dude.
James: All right...
Jeff: Okay, I'm wearing a shiny purple g-string.
James: I am wearing a tight yellow Speedo.
Jeff: Mmmm... DING! The bell rings. I charge at you with full force and leap on to you, slamming you against the ropes. You slug me with a powerful fist to the chest and knock me down on my ass.
James: I dive on you and lock you into a full nelson and body scissors. You struggle in vain.
Jeff: Ugh, I grunt and strain to break free, but you have me tight. I feel your bulge pressing against my ass.
James: I roll you over onto your stomach and straddle you from behind, then apply a hard camel clutch, my throbbing bulge rubbing against your back. I pull back with all my strength. Give, man!
Jeff: Uuhhh... No.... screw you! Never! My cock strains against the confines of my skimpy g-string.
James: I pull back on you even harder. I jerk back on you so far my veins bulge as my muscles strain. Give, you punk, give!
Jeff: Ahhhhhhhh... Ugh! No! Ahhhh... Okay, okay... That's enough, I give... I give up...
James: Although you give, I maintain the hold for five more agonizing minutes.
Jeff: Aaahhhhh... no... please... no more... no more... I can't take this anymore... aaaahhhhh!!
James: I smile as I let go and slam your face to the mat. Then I quickly spin around and pull back your legs into a sweet Boston crab. I sit back hard with full force on your back.
Jeff: Oh, no! Not a crab... Ahhhhh! I cry out in pain, but you know I am flexible, and you test my limits well.
James: Give, you little maggot, I shout as I sit back even further. I put one hand underneath you and grab your bulge really hard.
Jeff: Ahhhhhh... Come on, no more... let go! Ugh... please... I am aching hard from the friction and pressure of your hand on my hard-on.
James: I stroke and rub you until you shoot. GIVE?!? I ask.
Jeff: Oh, damn! YES! I give up... no more... let me go!
James: I throw your limp body to the floor and then flex my muscles to intimidate you. I pick you up and slam your aching body over my knee for a punishing backbreaker. I push down hard on your chin and crotch. You struggle, but to no relief. I repeatedly push down and then release, and then push down even harder the next time.
Jeff: My back is aching so much!
James: Give, baby, give! I shout as I apply even more pressure.
Jeff: I give up! I give up! Stop it... Let me go, you fiend!
James: I again throw your totally weakened body to the floor, and parade around the ring, flexing my firm muscles.
Jeff: Lay there on my belly, aching and groaning.
James: I then pick you up above my head and drop you over my shoulders in a backbreaker.
Jeff: Oh, no... not my back again!
James: I stretch your body to the limit bending you double.
Jeff: My back feels like it's busting!
James: I yank with all my might. Give, you little pansy!!
Jeff: I grunt and groan... I scream-- AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
James: GIVE! I order. GIVE!!!
Jeff: It hurts! Aahhhh... my back... Aaaaaahhh, my back... Tears stream down my face.
James: With one last strain, I pull down, ready to break you in half. GIVE UP!! I demand.
Jeff: I scream loudly, my voice cracks... I can hardly grunt my submission.
James: GIIIVVVEEE?!?!?!?!
Jeff: I can't even grunt my surrender. I lay there helpless and suffering across your shoulders. I make a barely audible whimper of surrender, but you can't even hear it. I pray for you to release me. James: OKAY, BITCH! I shout in anger. YOU DON"T WANNA SUBMIT, I CAN TORTURE YOU FOREVER!! I am red from anger at your refusal to submit to me. I visciously ream on your body, stretching you over and over in big jerking pulls. I use your body as an exercise machine, doing arm presses with your body. YEAH, BOY! SUFFER! Jeff: Gak! Acckk... I can only choke out gasps. Tears pour down my face. You are really damaging my back... The pain is all-encompassing... My vision starts to blur... I pass out. James: I continue to work you over in the hold. It takes me a minute to realize you are unconcious. I throw you to the mat with disdain and stomp a boot into your back.
Ken writes:
I wrestle a guy who likes to put me in the over both shoulders backbreaker and then apply a crotch grab, just to "secure" the hold. Very painful, needless to say I always submit. I just recently experienced my first Boston Crab, great hold to make a guy submit in! After I gave up, he went for the single leg crab and then grabbed my bulge!
Wreslmuscl writes:
I was in the gym... There was this guy, John, who is built. Abs, muscles... everything. He is about 5'11 165 lbs. of muscle. Then this other guy, Mike, who is 6'4 and muscular, too... he has the abs and everything else.Well Mike was talking trash about the John. I told him to shut up... He put me in a over the shoulder backbreaker, and kept me in it for about three minutes. It hurt like a bitch!
John came over and got me off Mike's shoulders, and I was laying there trying to get a hold of myself. John stood up for me and got in Mike's face (chest). Mike cracked him across the face!
Mike then pushed John against the wall-- it would have knocked a normal person out.. John just slumped against the wall. Mike put John in his legs, and was ready for a powerbomb. John was struggeling to get out, but Mike's HUGE, muscular legs wouldn't let him ecscape. I hammered Mike in the back... He doubled over... and John got free. He flipped Mike over on his back... Then got him and powerbombed him. Then he got him up in an over the shoulder backbreaker!Mike had to say 'I give and you two are the biggest studs I have ever seen!'.
It was Awesome! It would be like Lex Luger and The Giant!!
Alec contributes this fantasy scenario:
I can't make up my mind which hold to use so we'll try a combination."First, I put you in a full nelson, just to limber you up and let you know who's boss. I apply it nice and tight so your arms have no movement and as you squirm against me, my cock begins to crow. At this point I force you to your knees and then apply a scissors around your waist. With my feet between your legs and my heels pulled back against your crotch, you start to get a hard-on.
I slip you into a crucifix the better to view developments in your groin. You struggle to break my hold and I finish you with a backbreaker across my knee. As you submit, groaning in pain and writhing in agony and humiliation, I press one hand against your throat, restricting your breathing, making you more compliant and heightening your ecstasy at the same time. As you completely submit to my power I press my face into your groin, inhaling your man scent and beginning what I hope will be a long night of mutual pleasuring.
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