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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

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