The scenario: Two beefy heels working over a pair of skinny young jobbers in a double bearhug trap.
A powerful hand gripped my neck forcefully, yanking me like a rag doll heather and tether. The world spun, like a tiny boat caught in a typhoon. How long hand it been? Less than three minutes? It hardly made a difference, with these two monsters working us over every moment felt like an eternity, the pain slowing time down to a crawl.
Please boss, all I ask is for a merciful end, finish it. Thankfully I sensed these beefy heels were lining us up for the final act.
Us? I wondered vaguely where Lucas was. Conscious even? I'd lost track of him almost as soon as this beat down had begun. My world shrunk down and simplified to one goal, merely trying to stay lucid and in the game. As the thought of Lucas hung in my mind the sweaty palm that gripped my neck spun me round and I saw him on the other side of the ring, in the grip of that other burly beast.
Poor sweet Lucas. Slender, youthful and wire muscled, dazed and disorientated he obviously hadn't faired any better than me. Don't worry pal, their going to finish us off now.
The hand on my neck suddenly jerked forward and the tight grip released, propelling me forward like a shell out of an artillery gun. Unable to stop myself, my legs carried me headlong forward, towards the middle of the ring. Lucas similarly shoved raced to incept me from the other side.
“Owff”. Our twin yelps of pain intermingled as we collied with bone jarring force in the middle of the ring. Our slim bony bodies offering no insulation from the force of the impact. Damn that’s going to bruise tomorrow. We stood half standing, half slouched in each others arms in the middle of the ring. Leant up against each for support, abs muscles pressed against each other.
“Don't worry, it's nearly over” I whispered in his ear. “Arrrrhh” with a tone of relief was his pained response.
Over Lucas's shoulder I saw the monster that had shoved him closing on our position, stalking up behind him and I felt my own tormentor press against my back. Surrounded, outweighed and outmatched, they stood head and shoulders above us. I felt like I was back at the wrestling academy again, being out witted by my trainer. Lucas shouting some advice from off the mats.
But my training teacher had always know when to call it quits and Lucas, my tag partner since we graduated together wasn't outside the ring at all, but right here alongside me in this Hell. Looking up over his Lucas shoulder into the eyes of the heel pressed against his back, it dawned on me with a growing sense of dread that these guys weren't yet finished with us at all. He had a wicked grin on his face that said “pain”.
Pressing us firmly, bodily into each other, they locked their tree trunk arms together around their waists, trapping our midsection’s in between and hauled us off our feet, their bellies to the small of our backs, so each of us looked 'out' over the others shoulder and at eye level with a respective heel. Each jobber facing his own vista of hell.
Releasing what was coming and out of sheer desperation I yelled out “Mercy!” I heard another twin cry with my own, Lucas voice laced with fear now. But those dark eyes stared back contemptuously and his grin simply grew even wider.
Mind racing with fear, adrenaline pumping through my veins, time slowing even further I caste my gaze around for something, anything that would stop them. I turned to Lucas, he always came up with a way out when the match wasn’t going so well, he was always the quick thinker under stress. His lithe body moving like lightening and executing dazzling moves.
Lucas gaze fell on mine simultaneously. He didn't have any ideas, his eyes were wide discs of fear. All our youthful speed wasn't going to save us now. It must only have been a split second since my cry for mercy had gone unheeded, but we had nothing left to lose now. Begging, submitting, pleading were the only way out.
As the heels arms tensed, muscles bulging and the first tug of pressure secured itself around our twin waists I cried out “No, please, don't. You'll crush us, we'll never be able to wrestle again!” his yellow toothed grin remained locked in place, the grip on our waists tightened slightly.
Lucas added in a strained voice “Please man, we've got our whole careers ahead of us”.
Their grips tightening again, I felt Lucas heart thudding against my chest and with a sick feeling in my gut, my lunch perhaps? I accepted that all we had done was waste what was about to become a valuable lungful of air begging for mercy.
We squirmed and fought, our legs kicked uselessly in the air, each agonizing second that past their grips tightened like a Python's. Pressing our diaphragms up into the lungs, squeezing more valuable air out from out mouths. I felt Lucas bony pelvis stabbing deeply into my stomach, our ribs locked together like a jigsaw, inter-coastal muscle to rib.
It made each breath we took painful, I tried to breathe in unison with Lucas but I couldn't, I was so desperate for air that I threw my head back and gasped, trying to force down a lungful. In the process inadvertently forcing my ribs even deeper into Lucas, adding to his pain. He groaned and in a strangled whisper cried “Matt, stop”.
I looked into Lucas face, normally a pale shade of white, now beetroot red from lack of air and pain. I threw my arms against his shoulders and looking him in the eyes, communicated to him to do the same. Air was too valuable to waste on a verbal communiqué and unnecessary, tag partners know at an instinctual level what their partner intends. “For all your worth – push-”.
Wire muscled arms tensed, veins protruding through the skin we pushed on each others shoulders for all we were worth. On so slightly, fractal, maybe a cm our bodies parted. But the relief was phenomenal, we both drew in a complete lungful of air, the first since this bone crushing bearhug had begin an eternity/thirty seconds before. I saw relief cross Lucas face and felt the same.
And then the heels hairy arms tightened again, not once notch, like each time before, but three. My strength buckled and so did Lucas, our arms gave way and we smashed back into other.
Bones clattered once again into each other, I felt a pelvis jar my stomach and wretch my guts. It was Lucas pelvis, we both screamed in pain and exhaled our valuable lungful of air, paid for at such a high price. I felt Lucas heart pounding once again from behind his chest cavity, saw his face contort with pain, reflecting a mirror image of my own.
My arms hung limp at my side, , useless, strength drained, our heads lolled over each others shoulders.
Lucas neck throbbed, our bodies jerked crazily from spasms of pain, grinding bones into each other and making the misery even worse. My vision began to tunnel, darken, stars flared before my eyes. My senses were failing, they say at the end, hearing is the last to go. I could hear a disant and distinctive crackle like a tree branch breaking. Bones fracturing, I couldn't tell whether mine or Lucas, but the distinction no longer had meaning, we were like Siamese twins now. Literally crushed together.
As my universe caved in around me, one final ironic thought crossed mind. I never did have the heart to admit to Lucas something. I had a huge crush on him!
Another story with Big Show, Mark Henry and the victim.
I had been to the wrestling matches. Tonight’s card included the Big Show, He had wrestled Mark Henry. Although Big Show is 7’ 1” and 485 and Mark Henry is 6’1 and 418, the match was evenly played out, both giving and taking losses and gains. Theirs was the last match of the evening and the most exciting. I loved it when they both tried their bear hugs and neither could make the other one submit. The match finally ended in a draw after a 45 minute battle.
With the ending of the match, I was just waiting for the crowd to clear out of the stand and the parking lot. I walked up to the ring and was checking it out. I got up in the ring to see what if felt like to be in one. As I was standing in the corner of the ring ropes, I heard this voice behind me. “ So man ever wrestle in one of these rings?” Startled I turned around and it was the Big Show. “I told him no and was just seeing what it was like to be in one “
Big show smiles and looks at me, “who are you?” I answered “ I am Joseph, nice to meet you.” At that point he stepped up into the ring, and stood toe to toe with me and said “How tall are you Joseph and your weight?” I told him 6’7 and 282 pounds Big Show. I was in my jeans and a tank top, Big Show was in his jeans and sleeveless tee, then he said ok man you want to feel what a real wrestler feels like instead of a dream. Choose your hold and I will apply it.
With that I thought “oh my god” this is a dream come true. I stood up to my fullest height. And said “ bear hug” and smiled. Big Show smiled and said so you liked seeing me and Mark try our bear hugs on each other. I smiles and said oh yeah. Big show said good enough. Let’s get it on and took off his shirt and laid it on the ring ropes and stepped to the middle of the ring. I followed his example and removed my tanks and laid it on the ropes as well.
Once in the middle of the ring, I realized how broad Big Shows chest was and the size of his arms were huge as well. He looked very serious then smiled, rushed me and grabbed me up in his bear hug lift. He walked around the ring easily with me and there is 200 pounds difference in us. He sat me down on my feet and asked if I wanted more and winked. With that a huge thick pair of forearms caught me by surprise and it was Mark Henry:”Long time no see, Joseph”. He lifted and then started crushing me in his reverse bear hug. I could feel the sweat through his wet tee shirt…and him laughing as his biceps continued to crush me and my breath leaving my lungs being squeezed like a boa constrictor. With each new squeeze I was fighting hard to stay alert, now I am 8 inches taller but he had me and was easily crushing me with his hug. He ask big show..if he wanted to break this little jobber or want him to finish me off as my head started to spin and stars were all I could see. Mark let me take in a breath of air while waiting for Big Show to answer then started the squeeze again, my head had cleared enough to realize one or the other was going to crush me out and I couldn’t do anything about it. I struggled, kicked and twisted, to no avail, I was trapped. Mark laughed and said to Big Show don’t you like crushing fans out, gives them something to remember forever. And then Mark let me breath again and with that my eyes opened and the stars cleared away but I was still trapped in those big arms…Marks big beefy pecs were like stone against my back. And his massive chest stone hard like a wall.
With that Big show walked directly toward me, he was sweating again from being under the lights. With each step he looked bigger and stronger and he double flexed his big arms and said “ lets crush this jobber wanabee out, I will bear hug you and him at the same time. Mark continued to have me in his hug, I couldn’t break free. Big show stepped up and reached around Mark and me, with that Mark let me go and I was sandwiched between these two massive men. Mark’s furry chest was against my back as I felt his body heat radiating into me.
Then all of a sudden Big shows chest was against mine as he started to squeeze, I heard Mark gasp as I did from Big Shows power, then as I was struggling to hold my air, it was slowly crushed out of me…my arms fell to my side brushing big shows arms, so much power in them, him smiling down at me as he is taller I felt his hot breath on my neck and then he growled and Mark and I gasped again in pain…here I was with two of my wrestling heros and now being crushed by both of them..I felt Mark struggling to break free..but to no avail..then Big show said….one more crush boys….and with that I felt the air leave me and hear mark submit as big shows massive forearms were bearing through his spine and into his stomach and bending his ribs…he said with his last breath I SUBMIT>>>>>but big show wasn’t done. He smile….you and jobber boy are going out Mark…and with that another squeeze and his big chest was crushing mine and my beefy pecs were his toys as he muscled his pecs over mine to add to the pain..He looked me in the eye and I felt marks head come resting on my shoulder and knew he was out. Then Big Show lifted up both off the ring floor and with that final squeeze I felt my last breath escape from my lungs and big shows face became fuzzy and blurry as light left me and darkness closed in.
When I came too, they were both gone and I was laying on the ring floor, the janitor came over and handed me a note and said you need to leave now. Everyone but you is gone. Once I got out of the ring, I read the note and it was big shows personal phone number. I will be back in a month for another show, if you re interested be here. I am interested and will be here ….How lucky can one man get. Until next month.
Mark Henry has been a wrestling favorite since he debuted in 1996, his size of 6’1 and billed in at 392 pounds make him a lot of man to deal with. I happened to be walking along the street one day and I saw Mark walking toward me. As we got closer, I approached him and ask if he were Mark Henry. We talked and I explained he was my favorite wrestler and I loved how he used the bear hug. He looked up at me and said you are a big man yourself. I do look tall next to him being 6’1 and me 6’7 I have 6 inches on him. He asked how much I weighed which at the time was 285 pounds. But standing next to Mark at 392 pounds, I looked small. We finished talking and I ask him if I could hug him and he being the nice man he is said anything for one of my fans. With that he wrapped me up for a gentle bear hug as I bear hugged him. We were on a busy street so the hug didn’t last long.
I thanked him and turned to walk away and he put his hand on my shoulder and smiled why don’t you meet me at the gym on 6th street at 2 PM, I have a private mat there I work out on and you would be a good workout partner, this workout will limber me up for the matches tonight, bring a buddy if you like, he can coach us both. And with that I went home smiling and anxiously waiting for 2 PM to come. I called my buddy Larry (FLbearhugger) and told him what had happened and he was invited to go meet Mark Henry with me. I gave him the time and address and he said he would be there and on time for this awesome opportunity.
I arrived at the gym and Larry came very shortly as well, we went inside and Mark was already working free weights and was looking very pumped and ready for action. He was sweating and looked over and saw us and smiled. He stopped working out and came over and hugged me again and this time put a little power into it and smiled…looked over at Larry and stuck out his massive sized hand and shook Larry’s hand then laughed and pulled him in for a lift bear hug. Larry was caught off guard and was laughing as Mark squeezes just enough to make Larrys face red and sat him down. Larry said awesome and nice to meet you as well.
Mark said lets go to my mat room and we will begin the work out in private. He escorted us to the room, and closed the door and locked it behind us. Larry and I just looked at each other and smiled. We knew we were in for a work out of our lives and an adventure that most only dream of. With that we followed Mark over to the mat. He was wearing a tank top and long work out shorts. Larry and I was in street clothes but had put on wrestling trunks under them. Mark indicated to us to drop the clothes and let’s get started and we did.
I decided to go on the mat first as Mark was stretching and smiling as he looked up at me. Again there is 6 inches in height but over a 100 pounds in wt for Mark and he is very muscled under that big bear body of his. Mark smiled and said Larry you can ref for us while we work out. Larry said sure and the wrestling began.
Mark locked up with me and then and lifted me up for body slam, now remember I am 285 pounds against 392 pounds of muscle, I was struggling to get free and then I was on my back with the air knocked out of me and Mark laying across my chest, Larry was down counting 1 – 2- 3, I just lay there and the room was spinning and I was seeing stars. Laying there catching my breath Mark got up and flexed those big 26 “ guns of his and he looked at Larry and said “just you wait man, you are next.” Mark reached down and gave me a hand up. He said two out of three Joseph? With that he swooped in and lifted me in a tight bear hug and said “this is what I wanted to do you on the street big man.”
Oh MAN I dreamed of this bear hug for a long time, every since I had first seen Mark as a wrestler on the WWF. I quickly came back to reality once I felt those big biceps crush into my bending ribs and his huge forearms in the small of my back, I am in pleasure and pain at the same time, the thrill and pain as he smiles and says to me big man…how do you like my bear hug?
I said damn good one and he smiled and gave me a bear growl and applied more pressure and our chests came together and I felt like I was going to be crushed into a wall, that is how solid his chest is. He looked at Larry and said ok ref, you need to be here to hear him submit or raise his arms if He goes limp for my victory. Larry came closer and ask do you give Joseph, and I smiled and said no I can take more and with that mark laughed and said , here it comes….grin and re-adjusted his grip and shook me from side to side and I gasped as he applied more pressure and I arched back gasping raising my hands into the air desperately for air…he shook me violently and I began to see stars again and the light go dim and hearing Larry say do you submit Joseph, I shook my head no……as mark then lifted me higher and his huge arms enlarged more and he put his head into my chest and applied more pressure and my arms fell to my side and my head become wobbly as the last bit of air was crushed out of my lungs…and I faded out no more pain..just sheer pleasure of being in Marks huge arms..knowing I was fading out…I felt Larry lift my arm once twice…but never felt the third one. The next thing I remember is waking up on the mat laying on my back. Larry and Mark offered me a bottle of water as I came too and got my wits about me. I asked how long I had lasted and Mark commented longer than most do, you held in very good Joseph. As I got up…I felt my ribs they were still there and rubbed my sore back, Mark said you will be fine, I could have broken your ribs had I really wanted to. And he put his hand on my shoulder and said do you want another one? I smiles and said later Mark. Why don’t you work Larry over for a few minutes he admires you as well.
With that Mark said oh boy a Squash match and Larry’s eyes got very big. Mark ask Larry if he was ready to rock and roll but not before grabbing him in a headlock using his massive bicep to do the squeezing and Larry was wriggling and fighting to break free…now Larry looked very small next to Mark as Larry is only 5’5 and 185..over a two hundred pound difference. Marks bicep is bigger than Larry’s waist. He let Larry free and smiled, want some more little man?
Larry shook his head to rid the cobwebs…and did a frontal attack on Mark. Mark stepped over him and dropped one of his huge legs across Larry’s back bringing him to the mat in one solid thud. He just lay there and Mark rolled him over and did a one-two-three count, the little man was out and struggling to get up. Mark ask me what did I want him to do now and I smiled…crush him Mark. And with that he stood up and pulled Larry up off the mat by his hair standing him up…then nelt down as mark is 8 “ taller than Larry and lifted him up on his big chest for his bear hug.
Mark smiles at me and says cat and mouse time, he was using Larry as bait for the Cat. With that Mark ask Larry how do you like bear hugs? Larry smiles and says as much as Joseph does and with that Mark began his cobra squeeze and Larry was feeling Marks huge pecs as the hug began. Larry was smiling and Mark…flexed is pecs for Larry and pulled him in for a little tighter squeeze and marked laughed. Mark told me to watch how it was done. Larry was still caught up in Marks arms loving it. Mark smiled at Larry and said ok man now it is going to get a little tighter, Larry said ok and took in a breath of air. Mark laughed and flexed his big arms and pulled his forearms on Larrys back more pressure as Larry turned even redder. Mark shook him up and down and Larry slide up and down with the sweat between their two chest making it easier to slip and slide. Larry was beating Marks shoulders trying to not give, but Marks experience as wrestler knew Larry couldn’t take much more and applied even more pressure. Larry raked Marks eyes and set larry down and rubbed his eyes…and this made mark more aggressive and he grabbed Larry in another bear hug..high and tight….and said little man you are going out and flexed his ceps into Larrys ribs and Larry gasped instantly, Mark said just to show you I can do it man…this will be a quick crush, with that Larry gasped one more time and started slumping and his head came to rest on Marks big strong shoulder. Mark put Larry on the mat gently until he recovered and smiled over at me, most men his size tap out first..before they pass out,he has lots of stamina for his size. Now big man…you are next again.
Larry got up and shook his head and said wow that was fast. Mark looked at me and said ready big man. We walked to the middle of the mat and stood toe to toe and chest to chest as I said I was 6 inches taller at 6’7. Mark took the position of the iron cross, hands extended straight out to hot his shoulder height, ok big man give me your best bear hug and he challenged me to squeeze him out.
I adjusted my stance and wrapped my puny arms around his massive chest, clasping my hands on his lower back just under the ribs, I could barely clasp them to lock in for a hold. I stepped in a little closer and began my squeeze…His huge chest coming to mine and he is solid and felt like a wall, not moving. I began to squeeze and he expanded his chest taking in air. As he did I began to pull my clasped hands into the small of his back, he lowered his arms and smiled at me and said bring it on big man. Not many men can do what you have already done and laughed. Larry cheered me on “crush him” he said. I re-adjusted my stance and leaned into him and began to give all the strength as I squeezed….I felt Marks big chest tense up and he smiled and said go for it. I was giving the bear hug everything I had and Mark just stood there..smiling…and waiting with that he took one of his arms and put it between us and slid the other arm in and then broke my hold only to wrap me up in his bear hug again.
He started slow and methodical like a boa constrictor, he asked Larry if he was watching and smiled. Larry said yeah and hang in Joseph fight it. With that Mark put his head to my chest and started really squeezing, I was gasping as this was going to be a crusher. Mark walked around the mat holding me up off the floor about 6 inches. While holding me up he called Larry over. Larry came over, seem to take forever as my back and ribs were being crushed and in great pain. He told Larry to feel his back muscle and larry did. Now Larry I am going to crush him more, feel my biceps I love to show off my bear hug power. Mean while I am getting wobbly short of breath and cant hold on much longer. I try a knee to the crotch and Mark says, not good enough man and chuckled. He then told Larry to feel his forearms as he was going to finish me off in his squeeze. So Larry did and Mark told me to get ready and was rubbing his forearm and felt them tense up as I felt them coming through my spine as my chest was compressed to the wall of his muscular chest and I started feeling faint and remember Larry coming around telling me to hold on and then Mark..saying good night big man and with a quick squeeze from his massive arms I felt the pain then the dimming light and stars and remember waking up on the mat seeing Larry up in Marks arms laughing as Mark played with him in his bear hugs….giving him multiple squeezes and then flexing for larry and posing. I smiled they checked on me to make sure I was ok. Mark said it was time for him to get ready for the matches and enjoyed us coming to help him warm up and gave us two front row tickets to the matches tonight, I will remember as big and powerful as Mark is, his kindness and gentleness is just as big a big man with a heart with that we all hugged and Larry and I left and said we would see him at the matches.
Both Larry and I talked of what a great experience it was and how our ribs and backs were sore from Mark,s big strong bearhugs. A memory we keep forever.
Awesome story! Here's one a good friend wrote for me a while ago, '"Maybe"'
I'm basically a gentle, cultured, refined person, easy going and non-aggressive. My one streak of domination comes out in my wrestling, especially in my bear hug. It is a huge prolonged thrill for me to wrap my arms all the way around a young guy's slim, strong body and spend the next half hour to 45 minutes squeezing him half to death.
Maybe I'll lock you in from the front, belly to belly, chest to chest, groin to groin, so that your warm smoothness is pressed full length against my bigger, stronger, more heavily muscled body. My arms will tighten ever so slowly around you, gradually crushing you harder and harder. You'll twist and squirm in my grip, push against my shoulders, but nothing will stop my squeeze from tightening around you. You'll gasp and wheeze as you have less and less room to breathe, as the pain grows greater. I'll arch my chest forward into yours and you'll feel your ribs bending, pressing the air from your lungs. Your head will go back, mouth gaping wide as you fight for what meagre air you can get against the awful compression around your chest. Your groans of agony, the feel of your body caving in under the squeezing tightness of my arms will spur me on to pull my grip even tighter, but still oh-so-slowly.
Maybe I'll switch to a reverse bear hug for a while, clamping my arms just below the pecs where your ribs are most vulnerable, and you'll scream as you feel bones grind together in your chest. I'll squeeze you like that until you nearly pass out, but I won't finish you off that way. I like to see your face as you're being crushed, so I'll spin you around so I can watch your face redden and contort with agony as you slowly weaken and go limp and dangle as helplessly as a broken marionette in the death-tight vice of my killer embrace.
Maybe I'll work you in a series of bear hugs, taking five or ten minutes at a time to slowly squeeze a submission out of you and letting you drop to the floor, then helping you to your feet and guiding you, weakened and disoriented, into my ever crushing arms and grinding you against me once more until you wheeze out a submission. Then dropping you, helping you up and guiding you into another bear hug. Then another, until you are totally limp and exhausted and crushed to within an inch of your life. Or when you do submit I will not let you go, but maintain the pressure at that level until your abused body becomes accustomed to it. Then slowly, slowly, begin squeezing tighter and tighter around you until you cry out another submission, then stop until you grow accustomed again. Then squeeze, and stop, squeeze and stop until you finally pass out or beg me to let you go.
Maybe I'll just ignore your submission completely, and keep the slow squeeze going while you feebly squirm and twist in my deadly embrace. You can't breathe, you can't get out, you can no longer resist the pressure, and you realise I could literally crush you to death. But after a few seconds I ease off, but my arms don't release you, and you groan with excitement and despair when you realise what is coming. I secure my arms a little further around you and the slowly tightening pressure starts again. This time the squeeze lasts a little longer after you submit, crunching your ribs flatter inside your chest, your pleas becoming a little weaker, a little more desperate before the pressure relents. You'll be squeezed a little longer each time, a little harder, my arms tireless and eager, bringing you a little closer to oblivion, until at last you sag limp and strengthless against my chest, breath gone, ribs near to breaking, world fading into blackness as you finally pass out in the unending embrace.
Maybe I'll get you in a full nelson and take my time stretching your neck until you think your vertebrae are going to tear apart, then enclose your chest in a powerful squeeze that has you screaming for minutes on end, then spin you around so I can watch your face as I finish you off with one of my marathon bear hugs. Or alternate sleepers and bear hugs from the rear until you are staggering like a drunk man, then gather you in a massive bear hug from the front and crush your chest like an eggshell. Down on the mat I might get you in a body scissors and nearly break you in two between my thighs before rolling atop you to enfold you in my bear hug. My heavy, powerful body weighing down on you like a chunk of flesh-warm stone, chest to chest, belly to belly, crotch to crotch, heavy and hot and urgent pressing down on you as strong arms compress your chest in their vice and your eyes roll back in your head before I roll you face down under me...
This story is fiction. Tugboat is the man in the picture
It was a warm day, my buddy Joseph and myself, Larry, had been to the wrestling matches and on the car was the big man Tugboat. He had wrestled a couple of big men and won. The matches were over and we stopped to have a drink at one of the local bars. And low and behold Tugboat came in. The bar was empty so we were there talking and Tugboat said: “Hello”. We invited him to join us.
We told him we had been to the matches and enjoyed his match very much. He noticed how tall Joseph was and asked for his stats. Joseph responded with 6’7 and 282 pounds. He looked at me and smiled:”How about you, little man?”. I replied 5’5 and 185 soak and wet. He laughed and said: “Well. I am 6’3 and 384 pounds of bearhugging power”.
Joseph and I both said yes to the challenge, we noticed:“How did you crushed out the two men you fought?”. And at that point I said I know it is all entertainment and he had put on a good show for us and appreciated his talent. He looked at me and Joseph and smiled and said:”Do you think I can’t crush you both out in my bearhug?”. I looked at Joseph and said: “Is that a challenge for my buddy and me?”. Tugboat smiled and roared with laughter. We all drank out drinks and talked a little more. As we were getting into our second round, Tugboat looked at Joseph and flexed his one bicep….and said: “Let,s get out of here and go back to my hotel room and see if you boys can handle the challenge”. We both looked at each other and smiled:”Why not?”, and he led the way out.
Once arriving at the hotel room, we all went in and Tugboat grabbed Joseph for a quick squeeze and lift…laughing…and he looked at me and said:”Little man, you are next”. Tugboat had Joseph up in a lifted frontal bearhug and smiled…:”I like you Joseph…you are a big man…this is just a warm up”, and with that he shook him like a rag doll…laughing…even though the airconditioning was on low and very cool, Tugboat was sweating already… He said that Joseph need a little more squeeze and laughed and did increase the pressure…Joseph was arching back with his hands on Tugboat,s shoulders and gritting his teeth from the pain. He smiled as he sat Joseph down on his feet…readjusted the grip and then smiled and said: ”Little man, watch this…don’t miss it…”, and moved his big arms around on Joseph,s lower back and growled and began his crush…and Joseph let out a deep moan to a scream gasping for air and reaching for the sky. Tugboat rocked him back and forth slowly and then gain took in a breath and began constricting Joseph chest with his massive chest as he slowly began to slump and go limp..for lack of oxygen…he lifted and carried Joseph over to the bed and let him fall onto it. Crushed out…
“Ok little man, you,re next…”. I asked just how big his arms were and said 26” cold…”OMG”,I replied…he said: ”Want to feel them before I crush you like your buddy?”. “Sure, why not…?” .He chuckled…then pulled off his muscle,s shirt. He told me to do the same and I did….then he flexed….and I reached up and felt his pecs and then biceps…he smiled..looking down at me. Remember, he is 10 inches taller…and 200 pounds heavier..my little 14 inch arms were skinny compared to him…He noticed Joseph moving and waking and called out to Joseph and said: ”Watch, big man…” as he lived me under my arms up over his headsmiling, then dropped me down into his waiting arms..and began his squeeze and held em there comfortably…”I can keep you here all day Larry…but I wont…hehehe…are you ready to be crushed?”…I answered yes…my hands on his big shoulders..ready to wait my fate …as Josephy comes and stands beside Tugboat… Remember, Joseph is 6’7 and 285 himself and no small man by any means…Joseph smiles and says: ”Crush him, Tugboat…”.Tugboat does just that…tight enough to see my face go red….then looks me in the eye and says: “Say nite nite…” and darkness closes in.
I come to…and voices can be heard…”Larry, wake up…time to see your buddy really get crushed again…”.I get up stagger over and they both laugh…Tugboat stands up …pulls off his shirt and pants. They both are in their underwear…and smiles….and pulls Joseph into a reverse bearhug, lifting his 285 pounds off the floor and plays with him..walks around with him then sets Joseph down…whadda you think he asks me….I smile…not time to crush him Tugboat…Tugboat turns Joseph around and says: “Are you ready? He nod yes. “Ok. This time will be a little faster…”. Joseph raise his arms ready for the challenge again…steps in adjusts his stance and Tugboat puts his massive arms around Joseph and smiles at me…”He goes low for a lift again…”, and Joseph moan back in as Tugboat bends you like a pretzel, his massive chest crushing Joseph,s pecs. “And you are struggling…” and say:” Not this time, Tugboat…”. Then he snaps Joseph up hard and growls. “I am going to break your back…”. ”Larry, come here and feel my biceps as I crush your friend to either submission or out…”.I go over and feel his big guns and he smiles:” You like them, Larry?…”Oh yeah I do”….Tugboat said then: ”Feel them as I add more power….I hear Joseph gasp…..knowing he can,t last much longer..I ask: ”Do you submit, Joseph?”…He replied shaking his head now….and Tugboat shakes him….grinding his crotch against Josephs and they both become excited, and he grinds Joseph more as I hear Joseph moan…struggling the pain and pleasure….see hin arching back and grinding too….and their sweaty chests and bodys glistening in the light…. Tugboat continues to dominate Joseph in his hug and power….both pouches extended and see wet spots from the precum….he take Joseph to the edge. He is moaning and fighting the explosion held in his loins….all of a sudden Joseph let go and explode and scream at the same time enjoying the feelings and pain and pleasure…..Tugboat roars and arches back as he is ready to explode and then he powers up his bearhug on Joseph and as he explodes in full pleasure….filling his pouch with cum…snaps his powerful arms into full crush and Joseph slump out against his massive chest limp and passed out… he lays him down again….Joseph is out pouch full of cum and Tugboat looks at me….and pics me up and crushes me instantly against his wet pouch and sweat soaked chest and take me to the ground for a bearhug under his chest and grinds me: “Ok little man…you are going to explode and then I will take you out as well…” ,grinding his massive chest on me. I become erect instantly and then he grings my pouch….tand smiles as I explode totally smiles and then crushes my life from me. Then he rolls off me and rests…leaving Joseph and me wiped out from the experience. Once we come too, he thanks us and grabs us both at the same time and lifts us both off the floor with a bearhug…till we are limp, before we go out he says: “Enjoy it, boys..thank you” and all goes dark…we wake up. Tugboat is gone, we go to our cars and head home…to enjoy this talk again.
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1/27/2011 2:53 AMDouble Trouble
The scenario: Two beefy heels working over a pair of skinny young jobbers in a double bearhug trap.
A powerful hand gripped my neck forcefully, yanking me like a rag doll heather and tether. The world spun, like a tiny boat caught in a typhoon. How long hand it been? Less than three minutes? It hardly made a difference, with these two monsters working us over every moment felt like an eternity, the pain slowing time down to a crawl.
Please boss, all I ask is for a merciful end, finish it. Thankfully I sensed these beefy heels were lining us up for the final act.
Us? I wondered vaguely where Lucas was. Conscious even? I'd lost track of him almost as soon as this beat down had begun. My world shrunk down and simplified to one goal, merely trying to stay lucid and in the game. As the thought of Lucas hung in my mind the sweaty palm that gripped my neck spun me round and I saw him on the other side of the ring, in the grip of that other burly beast.
Poor sweet Lucas. Slender, youthful and wire muscled, dazed and disorientated he obviously hadn't faired any better than me. Don't worry pal, their going to finish us off now.
The hand on my neck suddenly jerked forward and the tight grip released, propelling me forward like a shell out of an artillery gun. Unable to stop myself, my legs carried me headlong forward, towards the middle of the ring. Lucas similarly shoved raced to incept me from the other side.
“Owff”. Our twin yelps of pain intermingled as we collied with bone jarring force in the middle of the ring. Our slim bony bodies offering no insulation from the force of the impact. Damn that’s going to bruise tomorrow. We stood half standing, half slouched in each others arms in the middle of the ring. Leant up against each for support, abs muscles pressed against each other.
“Don't worry, it's nearly over” I whispered in his ear. “Arrrrhh” with a tone of relief was his pained response.
Over Lucas's shoulder I saw the monster that had shoved him closing on our position, stalking up behind him and I felt my own tormentor press against my back. Surrounded, outweighed and outmatched, they stood head and shoulders above us. I felt like I was back at the wrestling academy again, being out witted by my trainer. Lucas shouting some advice from off the mats.
But my training teacher had always know when to call it quits and Lucas, my tag partner since we graduated together wasn't outside the ring at all, but right here alongside me in this Hell. Looking up over his Lucas shoulder into the eyes of the heel pressed against his back, it dawned on me with a growing sense of dread that these guys weren't yet finished with us at all. He had a wicked grin on his face that said “pain”.
Pressing us firmly, bodily into each other, they locked their tree trunk arms together around their waists, trapping our midsection’s in between and hauled us off our feet, their bellies to the small of our backs, so each of us looked 'out' over the others shoulder and at eye level with a respective heel. Each jobber facing his own vista of hell.
Releasing what was coming and out of sheer desperation I yelled out “Mercy!” I heard another twin cry with my own, Lucas voice laced with fear now. But those dark eyes stared back contemptuously and his grin simply grew even wider.
Mind racing with fear, adrenaline pumping through my veins, time slowing even further I caste my gaze around for something, anything that would stop them. I turned to Lucas, he always came up with a way out when the match wasn’t going so well, he was always the quick thinker under stress. His lithe body moving like lightening and executing dazzling moves.
Lucas gaze fell on mine simultaneously. He didn't have any ideas, his eyes were wide discs of fear. All our youthful speed wasn't going to save us now. It must only have been a split second since my cry for mercy had gone unheeded, but we had nothing left to lose now. Begging, submitting, pleading were the only way out.
As the heels arms tensed, muscles bulging and the first tug of pressure secured itself around our twin waists I cried out “No, please, don't. You'll crush us, we'll never be able to wrestle again!” his yellow toothed grin remained locked in place, the grip on our waists tightened slightly.
Lucas added in a strained voice “Please man, we've got our whole careers ahead of us”.
Their grips tightening again, I felt Lucas heart thudding against my chest and with a sick feeling in my gut, my lunch perhaps? I accepted that all we had done was waste what was about to become a valuable lungful of air begging for mercy.
We squirmed and fought, our legs kicked uselessly in the air, each agonizing second that past their grips tightened like a Python's. Pressing our diaphragms up into the lungs, squeezing more valuable air out from out mouths. I felt Lucas bony pelvis stabbing deeply into my stomach, our ribs locked together like a jigsaw, inter-coastal muscle to rib.
It made each breath we took painful, I tried to breathe in unison with Lucas but I couldn't, I was so desperate for air that I threw my head back and gasped, trying to force down a lungful. In the process inadvertently forcing my ribs even deeper into Lucas, adding to his pain. He groaned and in a strangled whisper cried “Matt, stop”.
I looked into Lucas face, normally a pale shade of white, now beetroot red from lack of air and pain. I threw my arms against his shoulders and looking him in the eyes, communicated to him to do the same. Air was too valuable to waste on a verbal communiqué and unnecessary, tag partners know at an instinctual level what their partner intends. “For all your worth – push-”.
Wire muscled arms tensed, veins protruding through the skin we pushed on each others shoulders for all we were worth. On so slightly, fractal, maybe a cm our bodies parted. But the relief was phenomenal, we both drew in a complete lungful of air, the first since this bone crushing bearhug had begin an eternity/thirty seconds before. I saw relief cross Lucas face and felt the same.
And then the heels hairy arms tightened again, not once notch, like each time before, but three. My strength buckled and so did Lucas, our arms gave way and we smashed back into other.
Bones clattered once again into each other, I felt a pelvis jar my stomach and wretch my guts. It was Lucas pelvis, we both screamed in pain and exhaled our valuable lungful of air, paid for at such a high price. I felt Lucas heart pounding once again from behind his chest cavity, saw his face contort with pain, reflecting a mirror image of my own.
My arms hung limp at my side, , useless, strength drained, our heads lolled over each others shoulders.
Lucas neck throbbed, our bodies jerked crazily from spasms of pain, grinding bones into each other and making the misery even worse. My vision began to tunnel, darken, stars flared before my eyes. My senses were failing, they say at the end, hearing is the last to go. I could hear a disant and distinctive crackle like a tree branch breaking. Bones fracturing, I couldn't tell whether mine or Lucas, but the distinction no longer had meaning, we were like Siamese twins now. Literally crushed together.
As my universe caved in around me, one final ironic thought crossed mind. I never did have the heart to admit to Lucas something. I had a huge crush on him!
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1/12/2011 10:10 AMAnother story with Big Show, Mark Henry and the victim.
I had been to the wrestling matches. Tonight’s card included the Big Show, He had wrestled Mark Henry. Although Big Show is 7’ 1” and 485 and Mark Henry is 6’1 and 418, the match was evenly played out, both giving and taking losses and gains. Theirs was the last match of the evening and the most exciting. I loved it when they both tried their bear hugs and neither could make the other one submit. The match finally ended in a draw after a 45 minute battle.
With the ending of the match, I was just waiting for the crowd to clear out of the stand and the parking lot. I walked up to the ring and was checking it out. I got up in the ring to see what if felt like to be in one. As I was standing in the corner of the ring ropes, I heard this voice behind me. “ So man ever wrestle in one of these rings?” Startled I turned around and it was the Big Show. “I told him no and was just seeing what it was like to be in one “
Big show smiles and looks at me, “who are you?” I answered “ I am Joseph, nice to meet you.” At that point he stepped up into the ring, and stood toe to toe with me and said “How tall are you Joseph and your weight?” I told him 6’7 and 282 pounds Big Show. I was in my jeans and a tank top, Big Show was in his jeans and sleeveless tee, then he said ok man you want to feel what a real wrestler feels like instead of a dream. Choose your hold and I will apply it.
With that I thought “oh my god” this is a dream come true. I stood up to my fullest height. And said “ bear hug” and smiled. Big Show smiled and said so you liked seeing me and Mark try our bear hugs on each other. I smiles and said oh yeah. Big show said good enough. Let’s get it on and took off his shirt and laid it on the ring ropes and stepped to the middle of the ring. I followed his example and removed my tanks and laid it on the ropes as well.
Once in the middle of the ring, I realized how broad Big Shows chest was and the size of his arms were huge as well. He looked very serious then smiled, rushed me and grabbed me up in his bear hug lift. He walked around the ring easily with me and there is 200 pounds difference in us. He sat me down on my feet and asked if I wanted more and winked. With that a huge thick pair of forearms caught me by surprise and it was Mark Henry:”Long time no see, Joseph”. He lifted and then started crushing me in his reverse bear hug. I could feel the sweat through his wet tee shirt…and him laughing as his biceps continued to crush me and my breath leaving my lungs being squeezed like a boa constrictor. With each new squeeze I was fighting hard to stay alert, now I am 8 inches taller but he had me and was easily crushing me with his hug. He ask big show..if he wanted to break this little jobber or want him to finish me off as my head started to spin and stars were all I could see. Mark let me take in a breath of air while waiting for Big Show to answer then started the squeeze again, my head had cleared enough to realize one or the other was going to crush me out and I couldn’t do anything about it. I struggled, kicked and twisted, to no avail, I was trapped. Mark laughed and said to Big Show don’t you like crushing fans out, gives them something to remember forever. And then Mark let me breath again and with that my eyes opened and the stars cleared away but I was still trapped in those big arms…Marks big beefy pecs were like stone against my back. And his massive chest stone hard like a wall.
With that Big show walked directly toward me, he was sweating again from being under the lights. With each step he looked bigger and stronger and he double flexed his big arms and said “ lets crush this jobber wanabee out, I will bear hug you and him at the same time. Mark continued to have me in his hug, I couldn’t break free. Big show stepped up and reached around Mark and me, with that Mark let me go and I was sandwiched between these two massive men. Mark’s furry chest was against my back as I felt his body heat radiating into me.
Then all of a sudden Big shows chest was against mine as he started to squeeze, I heard Mark gasp as I did from Big Shows power, then as I was struggling to hold my air, it was slowly crushed out of me…my arms fell to my side brushing big shows arms, so much power in them, him smiling down at me as he is taller I felt his hot breath on my neck and then he growled and Mark and I gasped again in pain…here I was with two of my wrestling heros and now being crushed by both of them..I felt Mark struggling to break free..but to no avail..then Big show said….one more crush boys….and with that I felt the air leave me and hear mark submit as big shows massive forearms were bearing through his spine and into his stomach and bending his ribs…he said with his last breath I SUBMIT>>>>>but big show wasn’t done. He smile….you and jobber boy are going out Mark…and with that another squeeze and his big chest was crushing mine and my beefy pecs were his toys as he muscled his pecs over mine to add to the pain..He looked me in the eye and I felt marks head come resting on my shoulder and knew he was out. Then Big Show lifted up both off the ring floor and with that final squeeze I felt my last breath escape from my lungs and big shows face became fuzzy and blurry as light left me and darkness closed in.
When I came too, they were both gone and I was laying on the ring floor, the janitor came over and handed me a note and said you need to leave now. Everyone but you is gone. Once I got out of the ring, I read the note and it was big shows personal phone number. I will be back in a month for another show, if you re interested be here. I am interested and will be here ….How lucky can one man get. Until next month.
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1/10/2011 7:15 PMHow about a new bearhug story? Here you are.
Mark Henry has been a wrestling favorite since he debuted in 1996, his size of 6’1 and billed in at 392 pounds make him a lot of man to deal with. I happened to be walking along the street one day and I saw Mark walking toward me. As we got closer, I approached him and ask if he were Mark Henry. We talked and I explained he was my favorite wrestler and I loved how he used the bear hug. He looked up at me and said you are a big man yourself. I do look tall next to him being 6’1 and me 6’7 I have 6 inches on him. He asked how much I weighed which at the time was 285 pounds. But standing next to Mark at 392 pounds, I looked small. We finished talking and I ask him if I could hug him and he being the nice man he is said anything for one of my fans. With that he wrapped me up for a gentle bear hug as I bear hugged him. We were on a busy street so the hug didn’t last long.
I thanked him and turned to walk away and he put his hand on my shoulder and smiled why don’t you meet me at the gym on 6th street at 2 PM, I have a private mat there I work out on and you would be a good workout partner, this workout will limber me up for the matches tonight, bring a buddy if you like, he can coach us both. And with that I went home smiling and anxiously waiting for 2 PM to come. I called my buddy Larry (FLbearhugger) and told him what had happened and he was invited to go meet Mark Henry with me. I gave him the time and address and he said he would be there and on time for this awesome opportunity.
I arrived at the gym and Larry came very shortly as well, we went inside and Mark was already working free weights and was looking very pumped and ready for action. He was sweating and looked over and saw us and smiled. He stopped working out and came over and hugged me again and this time put a little power into it and smiled…looked over at Larry and stuck out his massive sized hand and shook Larry’s hand then laughed and pulled him in for a lift bear hug. Larry was caught off guard and was laughing as Mark squeezes just enough to make Larrys face red and sat him down. Larry said awesome and nice to meet you as well.
Mark said lets go to my mat room and we will begin the work out in private. He escorted us to the room, and closed the door and locked it behind us. Larry and I just looked at each other and smiled. We knew we were in for a work out of our lives and an adventure that most only dream of. With that we followed Mark over to the mat. He was wearing a tank top and long work out shorts. Larry and I was in street clothes but had put on wrestling trunks under them. Mark indicated to us to drop the clothes and let’s get started and we did.
I decided to go on the mat first as Mark was stretching and smiling as he looked up at me. Again there is 6 inches in height but over a 100 pounds in wt for Mark and he is very muscled under that big bear body of his. Mark smiled and said Larry you can ref for us while we work out. Larry said sure and the wrestling began.
Mark locked up with me and then and lifted me up for body slam, now remember I am 285 pounds against 392 pounds of muscle, I was struggling to get free and then I was on my back with the air knocked out of me and Mark laying across my chest, Larry was down counting 1 – 2- 3, I just lay there and the room was spinning and I was seeing stars. Laying there catching my breath Mark got up and flexed those big 26 “ guns of his and he looked at Larry and said “just you wait man, you are next.” Mark reached down and gave me a hand up. He said two out of three Joseph? With that he swooped in and lifted me in a tight bear hug and said “this is what I wanted to do you on the street big man.”
Oh MAN I dreamed of this bear hug for a long time, every since I had first seen Mark as a wrestler on the WWF. I quickly came back to reality once I felt those big biceps crush into my bending ribs and his huge forearms in the small of my back, I am in pleasure and pain at the same time, the thrill and pain as he smiles and says to me big man…how do you like my bear hug?
I said damn good one and he smiled and gave me a bear growl and applied more pressure and our chests came together and I felt like I was going to be crushed into a wall, that is how solid his chest is. He looked at Larry and said ok ref, you need to be here to hear him submit or raise his arms if He goes limp for my victory. Larry came closer and ask do you give Joseph, and I smiled and said no I can take more and with that mark laughed and said , here it comes….grin and re-adjusted his grip and shook me from side to side and I gasped as he applied more pressure and I arched back gasping raising my hands into the air desperately for air…he shook me violently and I began to see stars again and the light go dim and hearing Larry say do you submit Joseph, I shook my head no……as mark then lifted me higher and his huge arms enlarged more and he put his head into my chest and applied more pressure and my arms fell to my side and my head become wobbly as the last bit of air was crushed out of my lungs…and I faded out no more pain..just sheer pleasure of being in Marks huge arms..knowing I was fading out…I felt Larry lift my arm once twice…but never felt the third one. The next thing I remember is waking up on the mat laying on my back. Larry and Mark offered me a bottle of water as I came too and got my wits about me. I asked how long I had lasted and Mark commented longer than most do, you held in very good Joseph. As I got up…I felt my ribs they were still there and rubbed my sore back, Mark said you will be fine, I could have broken your ribs had I really wanted to. And he put his hand on my shoulder and said do you want another one? I smiles and said later Mark. Why don’t you work Larry over for a few minutes he admires you as well.
With that Mark said oh boy a Squash match and Larry’s eyes got very big. Mark ask Larry if he was ready to rock and roll but not before grabbing him in a headlock using his massive bicep to do the squeezing and Larry was wriggling and fighting to break free…now Larry looked very small next to Mark as Larry is only 5’5 and 185..over a two hundred pound difference. Marks bicep is bigger than Larry’s waist. He let Larry free and smiled, want some more little man?
Larry shook his head to rid the cobwebs…and did a frontal attack on Mark. Mark stepped over him and dropped one of his huge legs across Larry’s back bringing him to the mat in one solid thud. He just lay there and Mark rolled him over and did a one-two-three count, the little man was out and struggling to get up. Mark ask me what did I want him to do now and I smiled…crush him Mark. And with that he stood up and pulled Larry up off the mat by his hair standing him up…then nelt down as mark is 8 “ taller than Larry and lifted him up on his big chest for his bear hug.
Mark smiles at me and says cat and mouse time, he was using Larry as bait for the Cat. With that Mark ask Larry how do you like bear hugs? Larry smiles and says as much as Joseph does and with that Mark began his cobra squeeze and Larry was feeling Marks huge pecs as the hug began. Larry was smiling and Mark…flexed is pecs for Larry and pulled him in for a little tighter squeeze and marked laughed. Mark told me to watch how it was done. Larry was still caught up in Marks arms loving it. Mark smiled at Larry and said ok man now it is going to get a little tighter, Larry said ok and took in a breath of air. Mark laughed and flexed his big arms and pulled his forearms on Larrys back more pressure as Larry turned even redder. Mark shook him up and down and Larry slide up and down with the sweat between their two chest making it easier to slip and slide. Larry was beating Marks shoulders trying to not give, but Marks experience as wrestler knew Larry couldn’t take much more and applied even more pressure. Larry raked Marks eyes and set larry down and rubbed his eyes…and this made mark more aggressive and he grabbed Larry in another bear hug..high and tight….and said little man you are going out and flexed his ceps into Larrys ribs and Larry gasped instantly, Mark said just to show you I can do it man…this will be a quick crush, with that Larry gasped one more time and started slumping and his head came to rest on Marks big strong shoulder. Mark put Larry on the mat gently until he recovered and smiled over at me, most men his size tap out first..before they pass out,he has lots of stamina for his size. Now big man…you are next again.
Larry got up and shook his head and said wow that was fast. Mark looked at me and said ready big man. We walked to the middle of the mat and stood toe to toe and chest to chest as I said I was 6 inches taller at 6’7. Mark took the position of the iron cross, hands extended straight out to hot his shoulder height, ok big man give me your best bear hug and he challenged me to squeeze him out.
I adjusted my stance and wrapped my puny arms around his massive chest, clasping my hands on his lower back just under the ribs, I could barely clasp them to lock in for a hold. I stepped in a little closer and began my squeeze…His huge chest coming to mine and he is solid and felt like a wall, not moving. I began to squeeze and he expanded his chest taking in air. As he did I began to pull my clasped hands into the small of his back, he lowered his arms and smiled at me and said bring it on big man. Not many men can do what you have already done and laughed. Larry cheered me on “crush him” he said. I re-adjusted my stance and leaned into him and began to give all the strength as I squeezed….I felt Marks big chest tense up and he smiled and said go for it. I was giving the bear hug everything I had and Mark just stood there..smiling…and waiting with that he took one of his arms and put it between us and slid the other arm in and then broke my hold only to wrap me up in his bear hug again.
He started slow and methodical like a boa constrictor, he asked Larry if he was watching and smiled. Larry said yeah and hang in Joseph fight it. With that Mark put his head to my chest and started really squeezing, I was gasping as this was going to be a crusher. Mark walked around the mat holding me up off the floor about 6 inches. While holding me up he called Larry over. Larry came over, seem to take forever as my back and ribs were being crushed and in great pain. He told Larry to feel his back muscle and larry did. Now Larry I am going to crush him more, feel my biceps I love to show off my bear hug power. Mean while I am getting wobbly short of breath and cant hold on much longer. I try a knee to the crotch and Mark says, not good enough man and chuckled. He then told Larry to feel his forearms as he was going to finish me off in his squeeze. So Larry did and Mark told me to get ready and was rubbing his forearm and felt them tense up as I felt them coming through my spine as my chest was compressed to the wall of his muscular chest and I started feeling faint and remember Larry coming around telling me to hold on and then Mark..saying good night big man and with a quick squeeze from his massive arms I felt the pain then the dimming light and stars and remember waking up on the mat seeing Larry up in Marks arms laughing as Mark played with him in his bear hugs….giving him multiple squeezes and then flexing for larry and posing. I smiled they checked on me to make sure I was ok. Mark said it was time for him to get ready for the matches and enjoyed us coming to help him warm up and gave us two front row tickets to the matches tonight, I will remember as big and powerful as Mark is, his kindness and gentleness is just as big a big man with a heart with that we all hugged and Larry and I left and said we would see him at the matches.
Both Larry and I talked of what a great experience it was and how our ribs and backs were sore from Mark,s big strong bearhugs. A memory we keep forever.
BearhugAddict (3)
12/27/2010 11:33 PMAwesome story! Here's one a good friend wrote for me a while ago, '"Maybe"'
I'm basically a gentle, cultured, refined person, easy going and non-aggressive. My one streak of domination comes out in my wrestling, especially in my bear hug. It is a huge prolonged thrill for me to wrap my arms all the way around a young guy's slim, strong body and spend the next half hour to 45 minutes squeezing him half to death.
Maybe I'll lock you in from the front, belly to belly, chest to chest, groin to groin, so that your warm smoothness is pressed full length against my bigger, stronger, more heavily muscled body. My arms will tighten ever so slowly around you, gradually crushing you harder and harder. You'll twist and squirm in my grip, push against my shoulders, but nothing will stop my squeeze from tightening around you. You'll gasp and wheeze as you have less and less room to breathe, as the pain grows greater. I'll arch my chest forward into yours and you'll feel your ribs bending, pressing the air from your lungs. Your head will go back, mouth gaping wide as you fight for what meagre air you can get against the awful compression around your chest. Your groans of agony, the feel of your body caving in under the squeezing tightness of my arms will spur me on to pull my grip even tighter, but still oh-so-slowly.
Maybe I'll switch to a reverse bear hug for a while, clamping my arms just below the pecs where your ribs are most vulnerable, and you'll scream as you feel bones grind together in your chest. I'll squeeze you like that until you nearly pass out, but I won't finish you off that way. I like to see your face as you're being crushed, so I'll spin you around so I can watch your face redden and contort with agony as you slowly weaken and go limp and dangle as helplessly as a broken marionette in the death-tight vice of my killer embrace.
Maybe I'll work you in a series of bear hugs, taking five or ten minutes at a time to slowly squeeze a submission out of you and letting you drop to the floor, then helping you to your feet and guiding you, weakened and disoriented, into my ever crushing arms and grinding you against me once more until you wheeze out a submission. Then dropping you, helping you up and guiding you into another bear hug. Then another, until you are totally limp and exhausted and crushed to within an inch of your life. Or when you do submit I will not let you go, but maintain the pressure at that level until your abused body becomes accustomed to it. Then slowly, slowly, begin squeezing tighter and tighter around you until you cry out another submission, then stop until you grow accustomed again. Then squeeze, and stop, squeeze and stop until you finally pass out or beg me to let you go.
Maybe I'll just ignore your submission completely, and keep the slow squeeze going while you feebly squirm and twist in my deadly embrace. You can't breathe, you can't get out, you can no longer resist the pressure, and you realise I could literally crush you to death. But after a few seconds I ease off, but my arms don't release you, and you groan with excitement and despair when you realise what is coming. I secure my arms a little further around you and the slowly tightening pressure starts again. This time the squeeze lasts a little longer after you submit, crunching your ribs flatter inside your chest, your pleas becoming a little weaker, a little more desperate before the pressure relents. You'll be squeezed a little longer each time, a little harder, my arms tireless and eager, bringing you a little closer to oblivion, until at last you sag limp and strengthless against my chest, breath gone, ribs near to breaking, world fading into blackness as you finally pass out in the unending embrace.
Maybe I'll get you in a full nelson and take my time stretching your neck until you think your vertebrae are going to tear apart, then enclose your chest in a powerful squeeze that has you screaming for minutes on end, then spin you around so I can watch your face as I finish you off with one of my marathon bear hugs. Or alternate sleepers and bear hugs from the rear until you are staggering like a drunk man, then gather you in a massive bear hug from the front and crush your chest like an eggshell. Down on the mat I might get you in a body scissors and nearly break you in two between my thighs before rolling atop you to enfold you in my bear hug. My heavy, powerful body weighing down on you like a chunk of flesh-warm stone, chest to chest, belly to belly, crotch to crotch, heavy and hot and urgent pressing down on you as strong arms compress your chest in their vice and your eyes roll back in your head before I roll you face down under me...
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12/15/2010 12:31 PMThis story is fiction. Tugboat is the man in the picture
It was a warm day, my buddy Joseph and myself, Larry, had been to the wrestling matches and on the car was the big man Tugboat. He had wrestled a couple of big men and won. The matches were over and we stopped to have a drink at one of the local bars. And low and behold Tugboat came in. The bar was empty so we were there talking and Tugboat said: “Hello”. We invited him to join us.
We told him we had been to the matches and enjoyed his match very much. He noticed how tall Joseph was and asked for his stats. Joseph responded with 6’7 and 282 pounds. He looked at me and smiled:”How about you, little man?”. I replied 5’5 and 185 soak and wet. He laughed and said: “Well. I am 6’3 and 384 pounds of bearhugging power”.
Joseph and I both said yes to the challenge, we noticed:“How did you crushed out the two men you fought?”. And at that point I said I know it is all entertainment and he had put on a good show for us and appreciated his talent. He looked at me and Joseph and smiled and said:”Do you think I can’t crush you both out in my bearhug?”. I looked at Joseph and said: “Is that a challenge for my buddy and me?”. Tugboat smiled and roared with laughter. We all drank out drinks and talked a little more. As we were getting into our second round, Tugboat looked at Joseph and flexed his one bicep….and said: “Let,s get out of here and go back to my hotel room and see if you boys can handle the challenge”. We both looked at each other and smiled:”Why not?”, and he led the way out.
Once arriving at the hotel room, we all went in and Tugboat grabbed Joseph for a quick squeeze and lift…laughing…and he looked at me and said:”Little man, you are next”. Tugboat had Joseph up in a lifted frontal bearhug and smiled…:”I like you Joseph…you are a big man…this is just a warm up”, and with that he shook him like a rag doll…laughing…even though the airconditioning was on low and very cool, Tugboat was sweating already… He said that Joseph need a little more squeeze and laughed and did increase the pressure…Joseph was arching back with his hands on Tugboat,s shoulders and gritting his teeth from the pain. He smiled as he sat Joseph down on his feet…readjusted the grip and then smiled and said: ”Little man, watch this…don’t miss it…”, and moved his big arms around on Joseph,s lower back and growled and began his crush…and Joseph let out a deep moan to a scream gasping for air and reaching for the sky. Tugboat rocked him back and forth slowly and then gain took in a breath and began constricting Joseph chest with his massive chest as he slowly began to slump and go limp..for lack of oxygen…he lifted and carried Joseph over to the bed and let him fall onto it. Crushed out…
“Ok little man, you,re next…”. I asked just how big his arms were and said 26” cold…”OMG”,I replied…he said: ”Want to feel them before I crush you like your buddy?”. “Sure, why not…?” .He chuckled…then pulled off his muscle,s shirt. He told me to do the same and I did….then he flexed….and I reached up and felt his pecs and then biceps…he smiled..looking down at me. Remember, he is 10 inches taller…and 200 pounds heavier..my little 14 inch arms were skinny compared to him…He noticed Joseph moving and waking and called out to Joseph and said: ”Watch, big man…” as he lived me under my arms up over his headsmiling, then dropped me down into his waiting arms..and began his squeeze and held em there comfortably…”I can keep you here all day Larry…but I wont…hehehe…are you ready to be crushed?”…I answered yes…my hands on his big shoulders..ready to wait my fate …as Josephy comes and stands beside Tugboat… Remember, Joseph is 6’7 and 285 himself and no small man by any means…Joseph smiles and says: ”Crush him, Tugboat…”.Tugboat does just that…tight enough to see my face go red….then looks me in the eye and says: “Say nite nite…” and darkness closes in.
I come to…and voices can be heard…”Larry, wake up…time to see your buddy really get crushed again…”.I get up stagger over and they both laugh…Tugboat stands up …pulls off his shirt and pants. They both are in their underwear…and smiles….and pulls Joseph into a reverse bearhug, lifting his 285 pounds off the floor and plays with him..walks around with him then sets Joseph down…whadda you think he asks me….I smile…not time to crush him Tugboat…Tugboat turns Joseph around and says: “Are you ready? He nod yes. “Ok. This time will be a little faster…”. Joseph raise his arms ready for the challenge again…steps in adjusts his stance and Tugboat puts his massive arms around Joseph and smiles at me…”He goes low for a lift again…”, and Joseph moan back in as Tugboat bends you like a pretzel, his massive chest crushing Joseph,s pecs. “And you are struggling…” and say:” Not this time, Tugboat…”. Then he snaps Joseph up hard and growls. “I am going to break your back…”. ”Larry, come here and feel my biceps as I crush your friend to either submission or out…”.I go over and feel his big guns and he smiles:” You like them, Larry?…”Oh yeah I do”….Tugboat said then: ”Feel them as I add more power….I hear Joseph gasp…..knowing he can,t last much longer..I ask: ”Do you submit, Joseph?”…He replied shaking his head now….and Tugboat shakes him….grinding his crotch against Josephs and they both become excited, and he grinds Joseph more as I hear Joseph moan…struggling the pain and pleasure….see hin arching back and grinding too….and their sweaty chests and bodys glistening in the light…. Tugboat continues to dominate Joseph in his hug and power….both pouches extended and see wet spots from the precum….he take Joseph to the edge. He is moaning and fighting the explosion held in his loins….all of a sudden Joseph let go and explode and scream at the same time enjoying the feelings and pain and pleasure…..Tugboat roars and arches back as he is ready to explode and then he powers up his bearhug on Joseph and as he explodes in full pleasure….filling his pouch with cum…snaps his powerful arms into full crush and Joseph slump out against his massive chest limp and passed out… he lays him down again….Joseph is out pouch full of cum and Tugboat looks at me….and pics me up and crushes me instantly against his wet pouch and sweat soaked chest and take me to the ground for a bearhug under his chest and grinds me: “Ok little man…you are going to explode and then I will take you out as well…” ,grinding his massive chest on me. I become erect instantly and then he grings my pouch….tand smiles as I explode totally smiles and then crushes my life from me. Then he rolls off me and rests…leaving Joseph and me wiped out from the experience. Once we come too, he thanks us and grabs us both at the same time and lifts us both off the floor with a bearhug…till we are limp, before we go out he says: “Enjoy it, boys..thank you” and all goes dark…we wake up. Tugboat is gone, we go to our cars and head home…to enjoy this talk again. Please log in to view gallery photos.