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The Adventures of Davey123.
Part 1.
They had corresponded for some while now on that marvelous online site, such a life-line for wrestlers of all types, Meetfighters. Of course, as usual it had been the pic which first attracted Davey. He didn’t really have a ‘type’ that he liked to wrestle. It was always the actual wrestling that fired him in all ways, and he was always happy to try and fit in with what an opponent liked and wanted wrestling-wise. Davey had long ago discovered that it was far better to be really up-front and clear if there was something that he did not want to do on the mats. For many years that had included a ‘no punching’ policy, but more recently he had discovered that including ab and maybe pec punches added another very enjoyable element to bouts, especially (heh heh!) if he was able to trap an opponent with a hold or ride that left the man open to some testing abuse! Or,…..vice versa!
So, when he had seen the picture of this chunk of a man, and then read his profile, Davey had immediately let his imagination riot in thinking through what a bout would be like with this man. Fuck. Would he absolutely get slaughtered and humiliated by him on the mats? This guy was big….heavy….at around 105kg of what looked like hefty, solid muscle mass. Those legs! Oh my God!! Though the pics did not look model-posed, the thick heavy mass of the thighs was obvious, with them flaring outwards from the hip and the individual muscles which made up the bulk of the leg mass were visible. Lightly haired with black hair, those legs looked like they had real power. Oh so good!
Davey was maybe 92kg, so it was not a massive difference. But Davey knew from past experience that if a guy was over the 100kg mark and knew how to get on top and ride there efficiently he could become rapidly exhausted trying to escape to get into a better position.
Maybe the last two years of the private BJJ lessons that Davey had been taking would finally have begun to give him some better skills, he had sheer brute strength and was stubborn about never submitting. But maybe now he could cope better with the big lads. Well anyway,….he was about to find out.
He knew that Andy like submission action – sort of promission but with some BJJ stuff mixed in. And then there was the fact that Andy was about ten years younger than Davey. Hmmm. As Davey ascended the staircase in the dilapidated industrial building in which Andy had hired a mat room, Davey had that familiar kind of excitement and nervousness about meeting another guy for a competitive bout. His stomach was, - what was it? Just not normal! It reminded him of the place in Manchester which he had visited so often. But the smell was different. Some buildings just have a very distinctive smell about them, and this staircase had the lingering, slightly sickly sweet smell of weed about it.
It was 6.30pm and the light had begun to fade. The erratically-positioned bare light bulbs of the staircase seemed stark and yet too feeble to create any clarity. Was probably just as well, it didn’t look as though anyone had cleaned it in years. In any case Davey was starting to enter his pre-match inner concentration and noticed his surroundings less. Somehow his brain and body was gathering itself for the battle with his opponent which was now imminent at last.
Fourth floor. Door marked with a skull and cross-bones. Very funny. But even so it made Davey just that little bit more nervous. He pushed at the door as he had been told to do and with his rucksack on his back angled himself through the doorway.
Immediately inside the door was a huge matted area. Dark blue mats he thought, but as the lights positioned at the sides of the large room were not strong it was slightly difficult to tell what the real colour of the mats was. At least they seemed to be in good condition – thick quality and clean. There was a faint residual smell of sweat and what was it….maybe some kind of liniment? Whatever it was, the smell seemed to arouse Davey. He felt heavy. His workouts had been going well and he could feel his own muscular power in a kind of slight tightness about his body and limbs.
Davey stood at the edge of the mats now slightly uncertain about what to do. The place as silent and seemed deserted. Where was Andy? A vague smile passed over Davey’s face as he thought of Andy’s Meetfighters name ‘Agony Uncle’. A good play on words. Maybe the guy had a good sense of humour and they would have a relaxed time together. But the series of exchanged messages had suggested that he wanted a competitive bout. And that he enjoyed punishing and dominating an opponent. What was it that had particularly stuck in Davey’s mind. He thought for a moment….oh yes, ‘…like to submit an opponent but then punish him keeping a hold on until he really tells me.’ Tell him what? That could be just the usual online bravado, but if it wasn’t then maybe this would be a painful match. But two could play that game thought Davey. And he knew how to dish out pain.
He called out, ‘hello….?’. Davey hated the sound of his own voice – he had tried to sound manly, but still felt self-conscious. A second or two later came a reply from an open doorway at the side of the matted area, ‘get ready mate, I’ll be through in two mins….be ready!’. Well ok, thought Davey. What did he mean by those last two words ‘be ready’? No chat?
He pushed off his trainers and peeled the tight jeans down his legs and off. Used his feet to pull his socks off, treading on one sock at a time….saves bending down! It only took a second to pull his sweatshirt off with his T shirt still inside it. Davey stood there naked for a second or two. He had noticed that one wall was mostly mirrored and he vainly admired his chest, shoulders and legs for a few seconds, angling himself for the best views. He wished he had better abs. They were strong but not really defined. The rest of him looked as a wrestler should look. His arms were around 17.5 inches – the result of grimly determined work in the gym. But really his best parts were his back and legs. There was thick bulk there which had taken years to build. On with the speedos – his nice new light blue ones which he felt showcased the heavy rounded shape of his ass well.
Davey was about to try out a double bicep pose when he caught sight in the mirror of Andy appearing in the doorway on the opposite side of the mats. Fuck, oh fuck! His breath caught suddenly at the sight. He was much bigger than Davey had imagined from the pics. Shit. He looked like he was 120kg not the stated 105kg. There was barely enough time to notice the extreme pumped-up, wide chest with its pattern of short dark hair sparsely spread over the central zone, and disappearing in a funnel shape pointing down into the tight black square cuts he wore. But you couldn’t miss the vast solidity of the traps and shoulders. But Holy Hell!! The legs….
But there was no time, because with a strange kind of suppressed low snarl, Andy charged across the mats just as Davey spun round. Andy hurled himself at top speed into Davey’s mid torso and the two men crashed onto the mat. Davey was stunned and taken by surprise by this abrupt attack. Andy was already half on top of him and one of Andy’s huge hands immediately pushed Davey’s face back…the hand smothering his entire mouth and face in an open bear’s claw. Davey’s head was slammed back against the mat, and he let out a yell of alarm and surprise. What the fuck was this? Andy was starting to shift more of his weight onto Davey, straddling him and sliding his chest upwards onto Davey’s chest, still with the hand shoving Davey’s head down. Davey caught his scent of shower gel. Though Davey had been taken by surprise he had wrestled some really rough bouts in the past and knew how to take care of himself given half a chance. He didn’t like to risk injuries but was not just going to take this. He grabbed the hand which was on his face with both of his own hands, holding the sides of that massive paw and with fierce force wrenched the hand off his face and bent it back towards the wrist of his aggressor. Simultaneously Davey planted one of his feet as close to his own ass as he could and bridged up vigorously, pushing the back of his head down onto the mat and shoving his hips way up. This combined series of movements satisfyingly helped him to buck his opponent sideways and using the trapped bent hand to force him over further Davey rapidly mounted Andy. Within a second or two he was now on top with Andy’s hand viciously bent, causing his arm to be bent backwards on itself, so that his elbow was pointing at the ceiling and the arm fully folded. Davey noted the thick bulging forearm – made all the more impressive by being folded tightly at the elbow. Davey was now able to bring his shoulder to push against the triceps of the arm he had captured whilst at the same time pulling the trapped wrist more towards him with both of his arms. Andy’s hand was forced flat onto the mat beside his own ear. Davey heard Andy grunt. This was probably not enough to get a submission, especially at this stage of the match, but it was a painful position to get caught in, and Davey capitalized on it by pushing more of his weight through his shoulder and pulling the wrist and hand even more tightly towards him. Nasty. Nice. Davey’s feet sought to get a grapevine on his opponent’s legs – mid calf level. With some determined scruffy wriggling he got it and instantly applied a very firm grapevine pressuring the knees and legs of his opponent. Andy was swearing colourfully which pleased Davey. But he didn’t really seem to be fighting back much…his free hand was just resting on Davey’s flared back, sliding around a little on the muscle there.
Davey’s mouth was right beside Andy’s ear as he lay full length on top of him and he whispered into Andy’s ear ‘you fucker…you nearly had me there but now I’m gonna break your fucking arm for you as a reward….ready?’. Davey was already on fire with wrestle-lust. The feel of that muscle under him as it writhed around, flexing as the man tried to turn in the holds, was incredible. Davey felt the mounds of his opponent’s pecs jump into bulky roundness and harden and then soften as Andy struggled to find an escape. Davey lifted his chest slightly just for the pleasure of then dropping down again onto the thick torso of his opponent. Andy’s face was smiling….which was wrong!! He should be grimacing thought Davey! He tightened the unusual arm-lock and Andy did grunt, but then smiled even more widely. Was he enjoying this? Was he enjoying the pain of the hold?
‘C’mon then Davey-lad, do you stuff and hurt me! Let me feel you try.’ He then let out a kind of half grunt, half laugh.
Damnation, thought Davey this guy was immensely strong and resilient too. Davey realized that this arm lock was just not going to result in anything and just as he was thinking about maybe changing to a neck lock of some kind, he felt Andy slide his feet over the mat towards his ass, bending his legs as he did so. Davey could maintain the grapevine like this but it wasn’t so effective. But Davey knew what to do. Already he began to wonder whether Andy had actually much experience of real submission stuff. His profile had said he was a promission expert. But he didn’t have many past opponents.
Staying mounted on his man, Davey slid his feet down so that whilst he still had the double grapevine, his own feet were now resting on the top of his victim’s feet, wrapping around his ankles. Suddenly Davey let go of the arm he had captured and placed both of his hands flat on the mat either side of Andy’s head, sufficient to push himself way up into a piked position, his body jack-knifed, ass lifted high. The result of this manoeuvre was a very sudden painful cranking of his opponents lower legs and hips such as to force Andy to bridge up high to try and lessen the pain. A Bull-Rider submission hold! Davey had learned this one from a nice YouTube vid and had used it to surprise many opponents. It was an extremely painful move….even when used on very flexible opponents. The pressure actually hurt Davey’s feet a bit, but it was so worth it to see his opponent arched upwards and the smile on his face replaced by an open-mouthed expression of silent agony. Davey screwed it on tighter. ‘Submit big man, or I’ll make it worse!’ Davey ordered. The man under him was gasping from pain and surprise. Davey hardly heard his quietly rasped response ‘No! No! No way.’ So. Well then, thought Davey. He held the hold on now starting to sadistically enjoy the pain he was inflicting. ‘Wanna change your mind yet, punk?’ he asked. Davey placed his hands on the outer shoulders of Andy so that he could push himself up even higher thereby inflicting further stretched punishment. Andy bridged a notch higher but did not submit. He was starting to pant with exertion. His abs rose and fell – massaging Davey on top of him weirdly and excitingly. Davey was rewarded with a slow, sirening groan. This was why he had wanted to wrestle this solid hunk who even now was starting to sweat. Davey had one more trick and though he would not normally use this in a friendly, fun bout he thought this man could take it. He shifted his hands from the mounds of muscle which were the hard, striated deltoids of Andy’s shoulders, and allowed his elbows to slide onto the muscle where his hands had been. His hands slid around behind Andy’s head resting on the mat and cupping Andy’s head firmly in position. Davey then started to grind his elbows deeper into the deltoid muscle and simultaneously he lowered his entire torso onto the high bridge his opponent had been forced into. With his head unable to slide back and his hips and legs grapevined in contorted agony by Davey, Andy’s neck now was under very severe pressure. The pain of the hold Davey knew was excruciating. He applied the pressure cautiously but with steady determination. Seconds ticked by with Andy’s breath now becoming noisy. Three seconds. Five. Ten. Shit, thought Davey no-one can endure this – he could feel the panic building in the tremors of his opponents torso which he was riding. Then it came,…….’YES, fuck….YEEESSS, I give, give, give, aaaaaggh!’.
Davey released the hideous pressure he had been applying with the awesome hold and Andy slumped back to the mat with Davey loosely on top of him. Andy was panting. His next words utterly astonished Davey. Andy said clearly with his uneven breath, ‘Fuck, that was soooo good! Man, that was really fun. We are going to have such a great match. Now it’s my turn!!’.

To be continued….very soon!