I'm basically a gentle, cultured, refined person, easy going and non-aggressive. My one streak of domination comes out in my wrestling, especially in my bear hug. It is a huge prolonged thrill for me to wrap my arms all the way around a young guy's slim, strong body and spend the next half hour to 45 minutes squeezing him half to death.

      Maybe I'll lock you in from the front, belly to belly, chest to chest, groin to groin, so that your warm smoothness is pressed full length against my bigger, stronger, more heavily muscled body. My arms will tighten ever so slowly around you, gradually crushing you harder and harder. You'll twist and squirm in my grip, push against my shoulders, but nothing will stop my squeeze from tightening around you. You'll gasp and wheeze as you have less and less room to breathe, as the pain grows greater. I'll arch my chest forward into yours and you'll feel your ribs bending, pressing the air from your lungs. Your head will go back, mouth gaping wide as you fight for what meagre air you can get against the awful compression around your chest. Your groans of agony, the feel of your body caving in under the squeezing tightness of my arms will spur me on to pull my grip even tighter, but still oh-so-slowly.

      Maybe I'll switch to a reverse bear hug for a while, clamping my arms just below the pecs where your ribs are most vulnerable, and you'll scream as you feel bones grind together in your chest. I'll squeeze you like that until you nearly pass out, but I won't finish you off that way. I like to see your face as you're being crushed, so I'll spin you around so I can watch your face redden and contort with agony as you slowly weaken and go limp and dangle as helplessly as a broken marionette in the death-tight vice of my killer embrace.

      Maybe I'll work you in a series of bear hugs, taking five or ten minutes at a time to slowly squeeze a submission out of you and letting you drop to the floor, then helping you to your feet and guiding you, weakened and disoriented, into my ever crushing arms and grinding you against me once more until you wheeze out a submission. Then dropping you, helping you up and guiding you into another bear hug. Then another, until you are totally limp and exhausted and crushed to within an inch of your life. Or when you do submit I will not let you go, but maintain the pressure at that level until your abused body becomes accustomed to it. Then slowly, slowly, begin squeezing tighter and tighter around you until you cry out another submission, then stop until you grow accustomed again. Then squeeze, and stop, squeeze and stop until you finally pass out or beg me to let you go.

      Maybe I'll just ignore your submission completely, and keep the slow squeeze going while you feebly squirm and twist in my deadly embrace. You can't breathe, you can't get out, you can no longer resist the pressure, and you realise I could literally crush you to death. But after a few seconds I ease off, but my arms don't release you, and you groan with excitement and despair when you realise what is coming. I secure my arms a little further around you and the slowly tightening pressure starts again. This time the squeeze lasts a little longer after you submit, crunching your ribs flatter inside your chest, your pleas becoming a little weaker, a little more desperate before the pressure relents. You'll be squeezed a little longer each time, a little harder, my arms tireless and eager, bringing you a little closer to oblivion, until at last you sag limp and strengthless against my chest, breath gone, ribs near to breaking, world fading into blackness as you finally pass out in the unending embrace.

      Maybe I'll get you in a full nelson and take my time stretching your neck until you think your vertebrae are going to tear apart, then enclose your chest in a powerful squeeze that has you screaming for minutes on end, then spin you around so I can watch your face as I finish you off with one of my marathon bear hugs. Or alternate sleepers and bear hugs from the rear until you are staggering like a drunk man, then gather you in a massive bear hug from the front and crush your chest like an eggshell. Down on the mat I might get you in a body scissors and nearly break you in two between my thighs before rolling atop you to enfold you in my bear hug. My heavy, powerful body weighing down on you like a chunk of flesh-warm stone, chest to chest, belly to belly, crotch to crotch, heavy and hot and urgent pressing down on you as strong arms compress your chest in their vice and your eyes roll back in your head before I roll you face down under me...