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This is part 3, the final part of the story. For the full story, please read part 1 and 2. This is a true story that happened on October 11th, 2025.
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My body was flooded with an electric, overwhelming pleasure as his mouth worked on my chest. But the feel of his bear hug, a hold that had already defeated me twice, was a burning reminder of my weakness. Hearing his taunting words, "Are you going to submit to me again?", snapped me back to reality. I refused to tap a third time. With a defiant groan, I used all my strength to break free, ignoring the pleasure and focusing on revenge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, determined to take back control.

"Fuck!" he grunted, trying to hold me in his bear hug. But the longer I squeezed, the more his powerful arms would loosen. As I held him in my scissors, I hooked my hands around his neck. I was hanging, using my full weight to put pressure on the back of his neck while I squeezed his sides with my legs. I could see the strain in his eyes, his face contorted as he endured the pain.

I thought he would tap soon, but then he decided to let gravity take over, falling forward. I landed on my back on the mat with him on top of me, his heavy body crushing me. Our sweaty flesh pressed flush against each other. Luckily, the mat was soft, so I didn't hurt my back, but it felt like a blow to my gut when he landed on top of me.

The impact made me briefly loosen my hold. But I was determined to make him submit, so I wrapped my thighs around his damp waist again. He groaned in pain, the sound a low, guttural mix of agony and arousal. He tried to break free, pushing his hands against my thighs. We were so slippery with sweat that I worried he'd slip out of my scissors easily. But I squeezed harder, aiming to make it so painful that he couldn't even try to escape. I watched him groan in agony. It was a sight to see how I was crushing this big, muscly dad between my powerful legs. My sadistic side took over, and I reveled in seeing him suffer.

He was still trying to break free, so I reached forward, grabbed him around the neck, and pulled him toward me. I noticed he wasn't very flexible. Nice, I thought, this will make him tap faster. As I got him closer, I let go of his neck and reached for his nipples with both hands. I started to tease and play with them, my fingers circling and squeezing softly.

"Fuck," he moaned. Yeah, I thought, I got him. He's going to submit soon. He groaned in pain from my scissors and moaned with pleasure from my fingers. The raw sensations were too much for him. He was powerless. He was my prey.

Though I sensed he was about to submit, I wanted to show him what my head scissors felt like. So I released his waist and quickly wrapped my thick thighs around his neck, pulling his face deep into my crotch. He groaned again. It will soon be over, I thought. Once I get an opponent in my head scissors, it's game over. I pulled him to the side so I could lie on my left side and squeeze better. His sweaty, big, muscular body tensed. There we were, his head trapped between my damp, muscular thighs. As I always like to play with my prey, I tightened and released the hold, just to keep him there for a bit. He started to feel my legs, his hands stroking them, which felt good.

"Are you ready to submit?" I asked, my voice low. I decided to press viciously. And that was the moment he tapped my thighs for submission. I sat on top of him, flexing my biceps to show my victory.

"Your legs," he gasped, still catching his breath. "They're so strong." As he lay there, my eyes scanned his body, still glistening with sweat. I couldn't get over the sight of him.

"You up for another round, or should we agree that I've won?"

"Not so fast, buddy," he said. "You haven't won yet. I'll even up the score soon."

"You sure?" I said with a cocky grin. "Doesn't seem like you have much left in you." I chuckled.

"Yeah, keep making fun of me," he said, "but I've got plans for you."

"What?" I asked. "More bear hugs? That didn't go so well for you last time."

He laughed. "Maybe. Maybe not. What about one last round?" he said. "But let's switch things up a bit."

"Alright," I said.

"So here's the deal. If one of us manages to make the other submit twice in a row, he'll be declared the winner."

"Okay, deal," I said.

"One more thing. This time, we start standing up," he said.

"Alright," I agreed as both of us stood up to start our last round.

We stood across from each other in a wrestling stance, tired and sweaty, but still hard. We launched toward each other and locked up. It was a challenge at first for either of us to get control, but he managed to get me in a headlock. As I was trying to break free, he moved and locked my arms behind my back and brushed his erection against my ass.

Then he kept my arms locked with one arm while using his right arm to feel my right pec. He whispered in my ear, his voice a low rumble, "You know, I'm sure most of the men in the gym would want to worship your hot body."

As he said that, the distraction gave me the opportunity to break free, go behind him, and put him in a full nelson. But he jerked his arms down with a burst of force and broke free. He went for my legs, tackled me to the mats, and turned me onto my belly.

He sat on top of my back, grabbed both of my arms, hooked them over his big thighs, and then hooked his hands under my chin, putting me in a camel clutch. He started to pull, stretching my back. I am very flexible, so I knew that while it would be a bit uncomfortable, it wouldn't hurt me much. But when he noticed, he stretched me even further, trying to fold me in two as he pulled my head toward my lower back. This man is vicious, I thought.
"You are very flexible, but not that much," he said, his voice a low growl.
He kept stretching. It was too much for me, so I had to tap. He let me fall face first onto the mats.

"What do we have underneath these shorts?" he asked, and with a swift motion, he pulled them off. I was left in my skimpy black briefs. "Oh, look at that."

He lay on my back, locked his hands with mine, and started grinding his erection against my ass in a slow, deliberate motion.

I was about to find a way to escape when he moved and put me in a spladle. "This is probably the most humiliating wrestling hold, you know that?" he said.
He moved my body so my ass was toward the ceiling, wide open, my erection stretched out and straining against my skimpy briefs. He held me in place by holding one of my legs with his arms and hooking my other leg with his. He used the inside of one of his feet to push and stretch my legs apart, wider and wider. He did it slowly, but I felt my legs getting stretched out and wider apart as he tried to split me in two.

"Are you going to submit?"

"No," I said, my voice strained.

"Then I'll rip you apart. I'm sure you're hurting. If you just say, 'I submit, Daddy,' I'll let you go."

"No!" I yelled.

"Then I'll keep you here."

After a couple of seconds, I felt the hold loosen. Yes! I thought. But he didn't let me go. Instead, he started to stroke my cock, his touch sending a jolt through me. "Nice dick," he said. Then he started working my nipples with his fingers. I flinched from the raw sensitivity. The feeling made my erection even harder. Now my cock was half out of my skimpy briefs.

"Look at that," he said, a low laugh in his voice. "If only the guys at the gym could see you now. The guy they look up to, stretched out like this. The sexy muscle stud beaten and humiliated."

"Fuck you!" I said.

As I said that, he stretched me out more. I couldn't help but groan, the sound escaping me without my permission.

"You are very flexible. I thought you'd tap out by now," he said. "Maybe I should stretch you out more..." I started to groan louder. "Come on, you know the magic words."

I had no choice. "I submit, Daddy," I said. He laughed and let me go. My body fell onto the mat, slick with sweat. My erection was almost completely visible now.

The score was 3-5. He beat me. He won.

"Hold on, I'm not done with you," he said. "I want to make sure I get a good taste of these big tits."

He came to lie beside me and started licking my left nipple and playing with my right with the tip of his fingers. As he gently licked and sucked the tip of my pecs, I was stroking my cock, which was rock hard. "Feels so good," I whispered, and I felt my load coming. He kept going at my meaty pecs as I moaned with pleasure. And then I blew my load.

"Yeah," he whispered, his lips still on my skin. "That's hot."

We lay there for a minute and then I also worked the nipples on his massive pecs. He moaned loudly as he stroked his hard cock while I was sucking and licking his nipples. Then he came, shooting his load onto his belly.

We lay next to each other, sweaty and exhausted. We didn't say a word, but we still enjoyed the quiet intimacy.

So far, this was probably the hottest match I've had. One that I would never forget.

The End

For tips on how to meet other men at the gym (for wrestling), check out my other blogs.

Want to know how this match started, check out part 1. This is a true story that happened on Saturday, October 11th, 2025.

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"Damn!" I thought. This man is tough and knows what he's doing.

​We were in our starting position again, ready to fight.

​This time, I was the aggressor. I launched at him, quickly moving to get behind him. I could have gone for a rear choke, but that felt too easy, and besides, I preferred to savor this. Instead, I went for a full nelson. I hooked my arms around his, linked my hands behind his head, and pulled him down on top of me as I dropped onto my back on the mat. I secured my legs across his thick thighs, stretching his massive body out. It was an amazing sight, his musclebound frame pinned and struggling above me. He tried to break my grip, but the hold was set, and my strength was holding him captive.

​I decided to play with my prey, tightening and loosening the lock repeatedly. I didn't want it to end just yet. When I sensed his resistance weakening, I eased the pressure slightly on his right arm and used my freed hand to reach up and grab his massive right pec. My fantasy was finally reality. As I squeezed his meaty chest, I could feel its sheer solidity; full, heavy, and absolutely solid. This man clearly didn't skip chest day.

​"This is what you wanted, right?" he grunted, a tone of surrender mixed with challenge. "Well, you got it."

​"I'm not gonna lie," I admitted. "I've been wanting to feel your body for a long time. Your chest has always impressed me."

​"I figured," he replied, his voice husky. "I noticed you staring at my pecs so many ti..."

He cut himself off abruptly as my thumb lightly brushed against his nipple. His body tightened, and in that instant, I knew I had found his weak spot. It was an instant, powerful turn on. I released his left arm, using both hands to tease and fondle his sensitive nipples. He went quiet, resting his head against my right shoulder. The subtle shifting of his body told me all I needed to know: he was completely yielding to the pleasure.

​"So, you have sensitive nipples, huh?" I whispered in his ear.

​"Yes," he moaned back, a barely audible whisper.

​Good. Now I know his weakness, I thought, the competitive thrill flaring up.

There we were, me dominating him from behind, his powerful body draped over mine, both of us hard from the raw, intimate contact.

​After a few minutes, I remembered that this was still a match. So I hooked my arms back into the full nelson, stretching him out again. I heard a deep groan, and moments later, he gritted out a whispered, "I submit." He was done.

​But I wasn't done. I wrapped my thighs around his thick waist and started squeezing him in a body scissor. He made me submit twice, so I needed my own revenge. It was time to show him the power in my legs. I squeezed him without mercy, smiling as his groan turned into a shout of pain. He tried to pry my thighs apart, but it was useless.

​"You can't win against my scissors," I said, breathlessly. "Tap, and I'll let go."

​He tapped, and I let him tumble onto the mat.

​"We're even now," I declared.

​"Jeez, you have powerful legs," he gasped, catching his breath.

​"Need a break?" I asked, challenging him.

​"No," he said, rising to his knees with a wide, confident smile. "You don't know what's coming."

​"Oh, please," I scoffed. "You only managed to put me in a bear hug. You're probably just a one trick pony."

​He laughed out loud. "I guess you've figured me out."

​We faced each other on our knees, ready for another round. As we closed the distance, I tried to dart behind him again, but he was prepared. "Not that fast, buddy," he said. He caught me by the waist, pulled me in, and clamped me into a bear hug that was even tighter than the first. "Shit!" I groaned.

​We were locked chest to chest, our meaty pecs pressing flush against each other. As I struggled, the friction of our sweaty bodies was overwhelming. Our sensitive, perky nipples would brush, and the instant, electric charge that shot through both of us was undeniable. Our boners were also rubbing, confirming the nature of this match. He was determined to make it last, alternately squeezing me tight and then loosening the pressure.

​Then he smiled, a dark, wicked glint in his eyes. "I don't want you to give up yet."

​He stood up, lifting me high off the mat, still crushing me in the bear hug. My hands were resting uselessly on his shoulders, while my big, round pecs were suddenly right in his face. Despite the slippery sweat, he held me tight. The pressure forced a deep, involuntary groan from my chest, a sound he clearly savored.

​"Wow, look at these juicy titties," he said. "All big and round. Do you have sensitive nipples as well?"

​Without waiting for a response, he tilted his head and started caressing my right nipple with the tip of his tongue.

​Damn it! I thought. He found out about my weakness. It’s game over for me. How can I possibly fight back now?

​"I've been waiting for this," he confessed, moving to attack my left nipple with his mouth.

​He kept the bear hug excruciatingly tight, but the simultaneous pleasure of his mouth on my chest was overwhelming. I felt myself losing the will to resist. I realized I was moaning loudly, not from pain, but from pure pleasure.

​"Hmmm.. yeah, boy, you suffer so nicely," he whispered, licking and sucking, breaking down my strength.

​"It feels sooo good," I whispered back.

​"I know," he said, his lips brushing my skin. "Are you going to submit to me again?"

​Part 3 coming soon.

The first time I saw him was at the gym. For a few months, we did nothing but catch each other's eye from across the floor. I'd been building up the courage to approach him for about two months, and my patience finally ran out. I found my opening and asked if I could work in on the machine he was using.

This is a true story, and it all started on a recent Saturday, October 11th.

He's 55, but aside from his white hair, I would have guessed he was around 40. He's my height and has a muscular build. I'd guess his weight is around 100 kg (220 lbs). He has massive, meaty pecs, thick arms, and well-developed legs. His stomach sticks out just a bit, but he is clearly fit, especially for his age. His best assets are his pecs, and I’ve fantasized about what it would be like to feel them. I didn't know how to bring it up, but after a long, flirtatious interaction that spanned a couple of months, I was sure there was a mutual attraction and that he wouldn't mind if I made a move.

So, I decided to use wrestling as an excuse. During our next conversation, I mentioned it. When he asked how I was doing, I said I was still sore from a wrestling match the night before. I didn't actually have any aches, but it was my way of bringing up the topic.

"Oh, really? I didn't know you wrestled," he said, sounding excited.

"It's just a hobby I do now and then," I replied. "It's a great workout and good for cardio. You should try it."

He smiled. "I don't have much experience with wrestling, but I'd definitely like to try it with you."

We agreed to meet up that evening at a private studio I usually rent for my matches. Once inside, we changed. He said he didn't know what to wear and had chosen some light blue short shorts that hugged his muscular thighs nicely against his pale skin. I was planning to wear a singlet, but seeing what he had on, I decided to wear shorts too.

As we walked up to the mat, I could see how his meaty pecs bounced with each step he took. I thought to myself that maybe I wouldn't have to wait much longer to finally feel them. I told him we could start standing or on our knees, but I prefer to start on our knees. I reminded him that he said he didn't have much experience and asked if he wanted to take it easy. He said no, it was fine, and that he would just wrestle by instinct and see how it went, which I thought was a good idea. We got down on our knees, facing each other, ready to start. I noticed he seemed a bit turned on by what was happening.

The Match Begins
Just as we were starting, I was distracted by a noise and turned my head to see where it came from. Before I knew it, he had me in a bear hug, pressing his solid chest against mine. I knew he was strong, but I had underestimated his true strength. He had such an evil grin on his face as he kept squeezing, putting excruciating pressure on my lower back. Our pecs were rubbing against each other, and it felt like a silent conversation between us, a kind of turn on. The hold was so tight that I couldn't find a way to escape. I didn't want to give up easily, so I endured the pain, hoping he would tire soon. But after a minute, he was still squeezing the life out of me without mercy.

With a grin, he asked if I was going to submit. "No!" I groaned.

"No?" he asked. "Then I'd better put more pressure on you."

I still didn't submit, but the pressure was starting to go to my head, and I felt like I was running out of air. He must have noticed.
"Do you submit?" he asked again.

In agony, I said, "Yes," and tapped his shoulders. He let me go, pushing me gently away.

He didn't waste any time. He pulled me up by my head, and before I could do anything, he put an arm between my legs and slammed me onto my back. He immediately went for an elbow drop on my chest, all while still smiling.

He quickly put me in a head scissors with his powerful thighs. It all happened so fast that I didn't have time to react. Our backs were rubbing against each other, and I felt my body pulled and extended as he scissored me. He tried to pop my head off with his scissors, and as he was doing so, I could feel him lightly grazing his fingers over my own pecs. "Nice pecs," he whispered. I didn't want to submit again, but there wasn't much hope.

"You could just tap if it's too much for you," he said. But I was stubborn and didn't.

Noticing that his head was near my torso, I knew what I had to do. I stretched my legs and went for his neck with my own head scissors. I was quick enough that he didn't have time to react. Now, we were both in head scissors, and I took advantage of the opportunity to feel his muscular thighs. I don't know if he was getting tired or not, but while I was squeezing his head between my thighs, he was losing his hold on me.

"I'll let you go if you let me go," I said.

He let me out of the head scissors but immediately got me in a bear hug again. It was so painful, maybe because I was still hurting from the first one, that I couldn't keep my head scissors. Now he had me upside down, with my face in his crotch and his in mine.

"Where did this 55 year old get all that strength?" I thought.

"It's game over, buddy. Just accept you lost. Tap, and I will let you go."

I had no choice but to tap. He let me go, and I fell onto my back on the mat.

"You lied to me," I said. "You said you didn't have much wrestling experience."

He just smiled and shrugged. "I'm glad we're doing this," he said. "It's good cardio indeed. Round two?"

Part 2 coming soon.

​If you want to know how to meet other men at the gym for wrestling, check out my other posts for tips!

I'm still working on Part 2 of my series on meeting men at the gym. I recently ordered some wrestling t-shirts and I'm going to put them to the test to see if they lead to more wrestling meetups. I'll make sure to include an update on the results in the next article.

So, let's say you haven't worked up the courage to approach someone yet, but it's your lucky day and they come up to you instead. Now what? These tips also apply to what you shouldn't do if you're the one making the approach.

While I can't generalize, these tips are based on my own perspective and from conversations with other people I know.

Acknowledge the Courage First and foremost, it takes a lot of guts to approach someone. So when it happens to you, make it clear that the other guy didn't make a bad decision. Don't just stand there and stare at him blankly, or stay glued to your phone. Be open to a little chat. If you find this difficult, it's a great opportunity to work on your social skills. Don't make him carry the entire conversation. Contribute, listen, and don't interrupt. You'll know when it's your turn to talk.

The Unwritten Rules of the Conversation
It's not just what you say, it's how you act. Nobody else needs to hear that you got approached. Talking loudly can make the other person feel like they're being put on the spot, even if everyone is minding their own business. It's a simple act of courtesy, so keep your voice down and keep the conversation between the two of you.

Leave the Heavy Stuff Out
You should also leave all the heavy topics out of the conversation. That means no talk about your philosophies, political views, or negative past experiences or relationships. Bringing up these topics can be annoying and could make the other person feel like you're criticizing them, especially if they have a different view. For example, this isn't the time to debate whether creatine is good for you or to complain about people not having proper gym etiquette. Save these things for a real friendship, which will take at least three months of seeing each other regularly. The first few times you talk should be light and fun. I can't tell you how many guys I've walked away from after a first conversation because they immediately hit me with a 30-minute story about their life views or how great they were back in the day.

For example, if you get approached and the first thing you talk about is how you used to be in better shape, or that people call you "the beast," or your detailed training program, you'll come across as insecure, annoying, or even arrogant. I’ve noticed that most men who do this are over 40. Don’t be one of them.

What to Actually Say
If you're wondering what to talk about, you could always ask them how long they've been into fitness or how they got started, and then answer the same questions yourself. Based on that, you can feel out the flow and continue the conversation from there.

The Friendly Escape
What if you're approached by someone you'd rather not talk to? Just stay friendly and engage in a short chat. Then, in a polite tone, you can simply say, "I'm going to get back to my training now." There's no reason to embarrass the person who had the courage to approach you. This could also be you, and it's a good reminder to treat others the way you'd want to be treated. Besides, you never know when you might need help with something in the gym, and that person could be the only one around.

Ultimately, being charming and considerate is a simple way to make the gym a more welcoming place for everyone.

For gym buddies, friends, wrestling meetups, or something more... 😏

Before I post Part 2, I wanted to give you an update on how my own game is going. As a bisexual male who is not out and trying to be discreet, making these kinds of connections at the gym can feel like navigating a minefield. That's why in my last post, I talked about making the first move, whether it's a simple nod, a quick compliment, or a short conversation. It's all about laying the groundwork and making people feel comfortable around you without any pressure.

I'm not a shy guy, so for me, that's the easy part. After a few months of seeing someone at least once or twice a week, I've done my job. I've broken the ice and built a connection. 

Now, it's their turn. 

And this is what you want. When you've put in the consistent effort, something shifts. They start coming to you. Many of the guys I've been talking to now go out of their way to approach me, and it's a great feeling because you know they enjoy your company.

The Big Win: They Ask to Hang Out 

This is the ultimate goal of Part 1. It's proof that they're interested in taking things beyond the gym. 

Just two days ago, one of them came up to me and we talked about supplements. He ended up asking for my number so I could send him a list of what I take. I have a strong feeling that was his way of getting my number without being too direct, which is a great sign. He also mentioned that he goes for a swim in the lake on Sundays before the gym. This is an example of a cue you should pay attention to. I immediately said I'd love to try that sometime and asked if I could join him. 

Another guy I've been talking to recently asked if we could train together, and then asked for my number to plan a session. 

Another guy who I have been training with for some time, (he is the one who asked to train together), asked if I would like to grab something to eat after the gym.

My point is, you want them to take the initiative. While you can absolutely ask for their number or suggest hanging out yourself, if they do it first, it's a very clear sign of how interested they are. Your consistent compliments and conversations should make them feel comfortable and confident enough to make that next move. While some guys are shyer and might need more encouragement, your job is to build a safe space where they feel empowered to take it further.

The Friendly Competition 

Lately, I’ve noticed another interesting thing happening: a little friendly competition. When I talk to one guy, others will watch and sometimes even come over to interrupt, as if they want my attention instead. A few of them have even started yelling my name across the gym just to say hello. It's a great feeling to know that your presence is appreciated. 

Before I write Part 2, I want to test something out. Another member of our community, SactoWrestler, shared some advice about wearing wrestling shirts to the gym to spark conversation. So I ordered a few and plan on wearing them to see if it leads to any wrestling meetups. For example, I just ordered one that has a vintage graphic of a takedown, and another with a bold, funny text about wrestling (check the photos below).

Stay tuned for part 2! Will it lead to a friendship, wrestling, something more, or all of the above? 😏