Sam's First Match
by Squeezable (amauiguy@gmail.com)
© Copyright 2011
Sam loved the way his new singlet hugged his body. Under his sweats the dark blue fabric clung like a second skin. It had been worth the embarrassment when the store clerk asked what school his son wrestled for--after all, who expects a grown man to wrestle?
Excited and slightly queasy with nervousness, Sam took one last glance at RowdyRog's profile on the screen and turned off the computer. Sam couldn't believe he was finally going to meet someone for a wrestling match, and not just any someone, either. RowdyRog, or as Sam had eventually learned, Roger, sounded pretty impressive: 6'1", 225 lbs, 42 years old, with a nicely muscled, husky, football player's build.
RowdyRog had been one of the first guys Sam chatted with when he discovered the wrestling web site. The two men had hit it off right away talking about their favorite pro wrestlers. Both were big fans of huge power wrestlers from the 80s and 90s like Nikita Koloff, Bill Kazmaier, Ken Patera, and Ted Arcidi, and the submission holds they'd use to totally dominate and squash their opponents. They traded trash talk until RowdyRog dared Sam to put his money where his mouth was. With feelings of both thrill and trepidation Sam finally agreed to meet at Roger's place for a match.
During the drive, Sam grew more and more worried. Why, he wondered, hadn't he been truthful in his profile? Would Roger be upset that Sam wasn't really 5'10" and 180 lbs? Would Roger refuse to wrestle when he found out that Sam was so small he'd be no challenge at all? Thinking back, Sam realized it had been stupid to exaggerate his height and weight. He'd always been self-conscious about being only 5'7" and 165 lbs. Sam had thought he was being crafty at the time, and pretending to be bigger made it easy to banter about wrestling with RowdyRog. Now he almost regretted lying, but he figured at least it had gotten him a match. He hoped RowdyRog wouldn't mind...
Following Roger's directions, Sam drove up the long driveway around the side of the house and parked next to the detached garage, where Roger said his wrestling room was. Sam nervously got out of the car and stretched. His singlet's fabric comfortingly caressed him beneath his sweats. Taking a deep breath, Sam knocked on the side door.
He heard heavy footsteps, and then the door flew open revealing one of the largest men Sam had ever seen.
"Hey, Sam!" boomed Roger. Then with a sneer of feigned indignation, "you lied about your stats!"
"Roger?" Sam whispered in total shock at the amazingly huge man filling the doorway. With muscles stretching his singlet to the max and towering above Sam, RowdyRog was an impressive sight to behold.
"Yep, that's me!" rumbled Roger amiably, extending his hand. Sam's hand was totally engulfed in Roger's warm paw. He winced just a bit as Roger playfully squeezed his hand and pulled him into the garage wrestling room.
"B-but you said you were 6'1" and 225 lbs," he stammered at the behemoth standing before him.
"Yeah, so I did." admitted Roger stepping back to look Sam up and down. "You can't weigh more than 160 lbs, and just how tall are you, runt, 5'5"?"
"I'm 5'7" and 165 lbs," snapped Sam, then he felt chagrinned when Roger winked. Trash talk he realized.
"Well, I'm 6'6" and 345 lbs of pure wrestling muscle," boasted the big man as he put his hands on his hips and puffed out his magnificent chest.
Sam had no doubt that was true. He couldn't remember ever having been so close to someone so huge before, and strangely, he was enjoying the fluttery feeling in his stomach.
Sam quickly tried to recover. "So who's your singlet tailor? Must be the same guy who makes those giant balloons for the Macy's parade."
"Funny, little man," replied Roger as he raised his massive arms into a double biceps pose. "Finding one big enough so that it doesn't rip when I flex this Herculean body can be quite a challenge." Bringing his arms down and switching into a most muscular pose he continued, "I don't have it easy like you where I can just go to the boys department and choose one off the rack."
Sam's cheeks burned, but he countered, "Well, if you can't find something your size, you could always try the camping department. I'm sure they'd have a six-man tent that would fit that huge flabby body of yours."
Roger roared with laughter. "Good one, Sam. We're going to have fun today."
Sam relaxed a bit, but he still wasn't sure about wrestling this behemoth. Roger was so much bigger than Sam had imagined. He knew Roger could snap him in two and not break a sweat. Still Sam was finding himself turned on by Roger's deep voice and especially his huge muscles.
Roger stood to his full height, puffed out his enormous chest, and swept his arm around the room. "Welcome to my wrestling room, Sam."
The room had tall ceilings and wall to wall wrestling mats. Sam caught his reflection dwarfed by his giant opponent in the full length mirrors on many of the walls. He realized he looked like a little boy next to his father.
"You've got a great set up, Roger," nodded Sam admiringly.
"Glad you like it." Then with a lunge he growled, "Let's get started," as he wrapped one huge arm around Sam's waist lifting him off the ground.
"Hey!" yelped Sam.
"First things first, let's get you out of these sweats," said Roger yanking off Sam's sweat pants with his free hand. "Ah, nice singlet," Roger said approvingly, patting Sam's firm dark blue Lycra-covered butt.
Sam tried to escape Roger's grasp to regain a little dignity.
"Oh, yeah," Roger purred. "I like it when you fight back, Sammy boy."
"Put me down you big oaf," exclaimed Sam.
"Well, if you say so," agreed Roger as he grabbed either side of Sam's sweatshirt, pulling it over Sam's head while dropping the smaller man to the mats.
Sam quickly yanked his arms free from the sleeves and sprang to his feet glaring at the smirking giant.
"Take off your shoes, we'll go barefoot," ordered Roger.
Sam squatted down and pulled off his running shoes and socks. When he stood back up Roger's face broke into a huge grin.
"You really are a little guy, aren't you?" said Roger peering down at Sam. "But you're nicely put together," he added sincerely. "It's going to be fun squeezing you!"
"S-squeezing me?" Sam squeaked. His heart started to race at the thought of being crushed by big Roger.
"Sure! Just like Arcidi, and Patera, and the other power lifter wrestlers we chatted about," replied RowdyRog. "That's why those guys are my favorites. I love the way they make the jobbers squirm and beg as they are slowly squeezed into submission!" Then Roger added with an evil grin as he flexed his mighty arms, "One thing I might have forgotten to mention in our chats was that when I wrestle, I love slowly crushing my opponents the same way, little by little, breath by breath, until they submit."
Hardly believe his ears, Sam looked at the mountainous form of RowdyRog standing there, from his thick neck and wide bulging shoulders all the way down to his tree trunk thick legs, and realized he was in for the experience of a lifetime, however much longer that might be...
"Usually I like to play with my squash toys before I start squeezing them," explained Roger, as he took a step toward Sam. "Usually I make my opponents feel how solid and massive my pecs and arms are," he continued as he flexed and took another step toward Sam. "Usually I make them feel the awesome power in these huge quads to totally intimidate them even before we start wrestling. But I can see in your case, you're intimidated already, so..." Roger swooped down and wrapped his gigantic arms around Sam and lifted him into the air in a bearhug. It was as if Sam weighed nothing at all. "We'll just get started now!"
As Sam opened his mouth to yell in surprise all the air was squeezed from his lungs with a whoosh. He found himself trapped in the giant's embrace, his arms pinned to his sides, and his legs dangling at least a foot off the floor. Roger relaxed his arms a bit so that Sam was still able to breathe normally, but he was totally immobilized with his nose at the top of the cleft between Roger’s huge pecs.
To Sam it felt like he was in a cocoon of muscle. He could feel the solid mounds of Roger's chest pressing against his own. Roger's monstrous biceps securely held Sam's much smaller arms tight to his sides. Roger was so much bigger than Sam that he had one forearm around the top of Sam's upper back near his shoulder blades while the other enclosed Sam's lower back.
"Sammy boy," growled Roger as he rested his chin on the top of Sam's head. "You're a perfect fit for this big body."
"Let me go!" Sam demanded through clenched teeth. He strained to move his arms, but the walls of muscle surrounding him prevented him from moving them more than a fraction of an inch.
"Just relax, Sam," Roger comforted him. "You did come here to wrestle, didn't you?"
Feeling trapped, Sam tried to wiggle free. Stretching and twisting he tried to force Roger's arms apart, but it was no use.
"Yeah, Sam, that's the way. I like feeling you squirm," said Roger playfully. "How about a little squeeze now?" asked Roger.
Slowly Roger drew in a deep breath expanding his chest to heroic proportions while tightly holding Sam. To Sam it felt like a tremendous weight was pressing harder and harder against his chest. Sam was afraid that if he exhaled he might not be able to inhale again. Then slowly the pressure eased as Roger exhaled and relaxed.
"See?" asked Roger. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Sam quickly took a full breath, just in case. Much as he didn't want to admit it, he loved being held in Roger's powerful arms. Although he felt helpless to escape, in a way he also felt protected. Sam realized that he trusted Roger, and he felt sure that even if Roger acted aggressively, that he wouldn't really do anything to intentionally injure Sam. Sam decided to have some fun.
"You call that a squeeze?" sneered Sam.
"Well, little man, you were breathless there for a while, weren't you?" jibed Roger.
"That's just because you snuck up on me and caught me by surprise," Sam answered. I didn't have any time to prepare. I mean, c'mon, it's not like a bell rang to start the match."
"Oh, is that so?" retorted Roger. "Are you calling me a cheater, shorty?"
"If the shoe fits...," replied Sam.
Suddenly Sam found himself sprawled flat on his back on the mat with one of RowdyRog's enormous feet planted firmly on his chest.
"Speaking of shoes, little man, I take size 16. And from where I'm standing, you're looking like a bug," growled Roger, increasing the pressure just enough to make Sam wince.
Sam couldn't believe how much bigger Roger looked from this position. His legs were so round and thick, and Roger's face was nearly hidden high above his jutting pecs.
Removing his foot from Sam's chest, Roger ordered, "Get up, shrimp. Let's get it on!"
Quickly Sam stood and faced off against his gigantic opponent. He doubted he'd have any luck with an attack, but perhaps if he were able to hit low enough, he could knock the big man off balance.
RowdyRog stood there with his feet spaced wide and his knees slightly bent, waiting for Sam to make his move. "We're going to die of old age before this match ends if you don't hurry up and do something, Sammy boy," taunted Roger.
Hoping to topple the big man by wrapping his arms around Roger's big right quad while he throwing his weight to the side, Sam ran in and hit it at nearly full speed.
"Oof!" grunted Sam as he bounced off the unyielding column and fell to the mat slightly stunned.
"Kind of like running into a tree trunk, wasn't it?" asked Roger calmly. "But I guess this means the match has officially started. Sam?"
Still a bit groggy, Sam replied with resignation, "Yeah, yeah. It's started."
Before Sam knew it, he found himself up in the air again. RowdyRog had one hand on his chest and the other on a thigh and was gorilla pressing him while strutting around the room. Turning his head, Sam could see himself, the human barbell, in the mirrors lining the room.
"This will give my shoulders a nice pump, Sammy," Roger explained as he continued raising and lowering Sam. "A nice set of 30 or so should do nicely."
From Sam's perspective he could see a boulder wide shoulder and thick arm tensing and flexing below him. He marveled at how powerful Roger must be to lift him so easily. Sam tried to wrap his hands around Roger's veiny forearm, but it was so thick he was having trouble getting his hands around it.
"Ok, enough of that," said Roger as he lowered Sam's feet back to the mat.
But before Sam could try to get away, the big man grabbed him with one hand under each arm and lifted him up. Sam's eyes opened wide in disbelief as Roger held him up at arm's length. There was a huge grin on Roger's face and no sign of strain at all.
"I can't believe how strong you are, Roger," said an awestruck Sam as he dangled there. "This is incredible."
"Glad you're enjoying yourself, little man, but now it's time for more squeezing!" warned Roger as he once again pulled Sam into a tight embrace.
This time Sam's arms were free, but his torso was once again tightly enclosed within a wall of muscle. Roger biceps were so wide that Sam's arms stuck out nearly horizontally, like Roger's upper arms were flesh and blood armrests.
"It feels great to have your tight little body pressed up against mine, Sammy. I love the contrast of the hardness and softness of your bones and muscles. And I really love the way I can feel your chest expanding against my pecs and arms with each breath you take."
Sam ran his hands along RowdyRog's massive arms, from his heavy triceps to the incredible biceps pressed tightly to his ribs. He traced the thick veins and rubbed the slightly furry hair damp with sweat.
"I can hardly believing this is real," Sam mumbled to himself.
"Oh, it's quite real, little guy," said Roger with a sinister grin. "Let me prove it."
First there was a little twitch of a python-like arm, followed by a small flexing of the pecs, then another quick bicep twitch. At first Sam thought RowdyRog was just flexing his muscles. After this continued for a little while Sam suddenly realized his muscle prison was very slowly starting to contract.
"Yes," answered Roger, noting the panicked look on Sam's face. "You're getting the slow squeeze. For me, the longer I can make it last, the better. I really enjoy holding a guy as he wiggles and squirms, knowing that he'll never be able to escape my grasp."
Twitch..., twitch. Flex, twitch... the almost imperceptible constriction continued.
Sam soon realized he wasn't able to take a full breath any longer. Roger's warm powerful muscles were gradually compressing Sam's chest. Each breath was just a tiny bit less than the one before it. Raising his hands, he tried pushing with all his strength against Roger's mammoth chest. With a grin Roger started alternately bouncing his pecs up and down. Sam's hands were so small they could only cover the top portion of the flexing muscles. To Sam the rolling hardness of Roger's pecs felt like an incredible massage against his chest.
And still... flex, twitch..., twitch, slowly growing tighter and tighter.
A bead of sweat trickled down Sam's face. Roger's muscular body was like a furnace. Sam idly wondered how much someone like Roger would have to eat to fuel such an enormous mass.
"Still with me, Sammy boy?" asked Roger with an added squeeze.
"Yes, you big moose," snapped Sam with an exceptionally forceful attempt to wriggle himself loose.
"Ooh, keep that up," cooed the muscular giant. "That feels great, Sam!"
With a frustrated sigh, Sam stopped wriggling, but wasn't ready to give up yet. He tried to think of another way to escape.
"Look how much bigger I am than you," said Roger walking up to one of the floor to ceiling mirrors. He carried Sam as if the smaller man weighed nothing at all.
Twitch, flex...
Sam turned and gasped in awe. Sam could see his dark blue singlet from his waist down, but above that nothing but Roger's massive horse-shoe triceps wrapped around his upper body. Sam's head, shoulders, and arms were sticking out the top of the coils of muscle, but his entire chest and abs were hidden. Both men had started to sweat profusely from the prolonged contact. Sam could see the sweat dripping off Roger's face and running down the deep cleft between his swollen pecs.
That gave Sam an idea. He reasoned that as much as they were sweating from the body contact, maybe he could slide down out of Roger's grasp if he quickly raised his arms above his head. Perhaps if he distracted Roger first...
"So, you've got a great set-up here, Roger. I'll bet you've had some great matches, haven't you?" asked Sam casually.
"Oh, yeah!" exclaimed Roger briefly squeezing harder in his excitement. "There was this one big bodybuilder that was closer to my size, but still smaller. We traded holds for hours and he had a lot of stamina, but in the end, he got squashed!" Roger laughed.
"What about other little guys like me?" asked Sam.
"You win the prize, Sammy, for being the smallest I've been able to lure over here so far," answered Roger. "But there was this one guy who wasn't too much bigger than you..."
That was when Sam made his move. He quickly raised his arms up over his head and tried to make himself as narrow as possible to slide down out of Roger's firm embrace. His nose slid down the cleft between Roger's pecs and his feet hit the floor. But that was as far as he got. Now instead of having his entire torso trapped, one of Roger's arms was wrapped around his upper back, and the other arm was wrapped around his head, and his own arms were sticking up in the air.
Roger playfully squeezed Sam's face against his bouncing pecs. Then Roger started tensing and flexing his abs, which rubbed against Sam's chest.
"Good try, Sam," chuckled Roger, “but not quite good enough."
Roger moved his arms so that both were around Sam's head--one huge bicep on either side, and started slowly pumping and flexing them.
The pressure on Sam's head was tremendous. His face was getting squished each time Roger took a breath, and there was a rushing sound in his ears. He could also hear a deep rumbling that he assumed was Roger's voice, although he couldn't make out any of the words through his dense muscular earmuffs.
"This is great, Sammy," rumbled Roger. "I could hold you like this all day, but I like squashing you even more."
Sam's ears nearly popped as the pressure was removed and Roger's gigantic hands wrapped themselves around either side of Sam's waist.
"Going up!" declared Roger.
In a flash Sam's head almost hit the ceiling as Roger lifted him easily.
"I have an idea," said Roger as he slowly lowered Sam.
"One!" growled Roger, nearly tossing Sam in the air, and then bringing him back down again.
"Two!" Again Sam was flying up into the air and down, with Roger's hands still tightly holding him around the waist.
"Threeeee!" yelled Roger, as he tossed Sam, this time letting go. Up Sam went, then down, but Roger was waiting. He caught Sam up again in his massive bearhug.
This time Roger had one arm around Sam's lower back and the other around Sam's butt. He pulled Sam tight against his chest and started rubbing Sam up and down while he flexed his pecs and abs. Although Sam was having a little trouble breathing, he loved the way Roger's massive body felt.
"Sometimes I'll get a guy in bearhug and roll around with him on the mats," Roger warned, then laughed at the look of speechless horror on Sam's face.
"Don't worry, little guy," comforted Roger. "You're way too small for that. I want to crush you, not kill you, after all, I weigh more than twice as much as you. And speaking of crushing...."
Roger relaxed his grip around Sam just for an instant and then he caught Sam again almost in their original position, with one gigantic arm wrapped around Sam's upper back, and the other around Sam's lower back. Of course Roger's arms were so wide that Sam's torso felt completely enclosed in the warm pulsing muscle.
Twitch, flex.... Flex, twitch.
The walls of muscle began their incredible slow squeezing again. As the minutes wore on, the pressure continuously grew. Soon Sam was only able to take half a breath.
"Having a little trouble breathing, short stuff?" asked Roger innocently.
"Who... me?" panted Sam.
"Don't worry, I'll help you out," said Roger soothingly.
Sam wondered what new trick Roger had planned.
Roger arms suddenly flexed and squeezed the breath out of Sam, as Roger said, "Out with the bad air..."
Then his grip relaxed allowing Sam to quickly inhale. "In with the good air!"
But before Sam could finish inhaling, the squeezing came again. "Out with the bad air...." Again Sam's lungs were emptied with a whoosh.
Roger continued powerfully pumping Sam's lungs in and out, going quicker each time until Sam was panting rapidly. Sam's head was spinning from the hyperventilation, but it felt great.
Then without warning, Roger crushed Sam tightly against his huge body and held the squeeze.
"Your face is really red, Sammy," commented Roger after a few seconds.
Sam's mouth was open, but he couldn't expand his chest to inhale. He frantically struggled and squirmed in Roger's arms, but quickly weakened.
After less than half a minute Roger suddenly released the pressure around Sam's torso, but continued holding him gently.
Sam took a huge breath, then he felt very dizzy and everything went black.
When Sam awoke, he found himself sitting on the mat with Roger's big hands on his shoulders.
"You okay, Sam?" asked Roger with concern.
"Wow," Sam whispered. "That was incredible."
"I can tell you liked it," answered the big man looking down at the wet spot growing at Sam's crotch. "Let me know when you're ready for round two!"