ScissorX's blog

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.