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Your opponent is a mere 5'9" 140 pounds with sandy blond hair and cute blue eyes. He is small of stature, but well defined and very shapely. The minute you saw him you wanted to place him in your powerful grip and make him submit to the strength of your pythonic embrace.

You show him into the room you have designated as your lair. The mat is nicely laid out on the floor. You bid him to make himself comfortable while you go to change. He will remain in his Bermuda shorts and torn tank top. You go and change into your tight wrestling shorts. While in your room you stretch and warm up just a little, for you want him to get the full exposure to your muscular thighs and calves before you clamp them around him tightly.

In the wrestling room sits your prey, quietly on the floor with his back to the door. He is warming up also and is waiting for you to return.

You quietly enter the room. He does not know you are there.

With lightning speed, you strike! You lunge forward grabbing him behind the chin and pressing your stomach against his shoulder. He has been taken completely by surprise but it has excited him. You kneel behind him now, allowing his back to feel your right thigh as you kneel behind him. With his chin held captive in your arms, you lean backward pulling him into the muscular limbs that are quivering at the excitement of being able to squeeze again.

At first, you remain behind him. You let him run his hands over your rock ribbed thighs. They are chiseled and hard as stone. You caress him only slightly teasing him with gentle, short bursts of squeeze. He grows more and more excited.

Then, you shift yourself to his left side. Reclamping him just above his hips. He feels your legs again.

"You have beautiful thighs. They are so hard."

"Thank you. They like to squeeze."

And with that you tighten your grip. It hurts but you don't squeeze hard enough just yet. It is your normal modus operandi to play with your victims just as a cat plays with its prey before inflicting the final blow.

Then you stop the bursts and squeeze with one long solid squeeze. As he grows more and more excited you tighten the hold a small notch at a time. He is barely able to tell that you are actually tightening the hold little by little and that it eventually will make him submit with its intense hug. He feels the muscles growing tighter and flexing more and more. You tighten a little more, holding it securely. Then you tighten more, and more, and even more.

Each time just a little tighter than before but always steady and persistent. Then, he begins to realize that he is caught in the embrace of a powerful constrictor that will only continue to tighten.

It does. More and more and more.

Then it begins to get unbearable! It excites you! The look on his face as he grimaces under the power of your muscular embrace is wonderful. His face is beginning to turn red but you hold him there, suspended in quadriceps. You tighten and clamp down drawing your chisled thighs slightly closer to each other. It begins to rob him of his breath and he is not sure how much longer he can hold you. Oh, but you can hold him there all day, and waste no time in telling him that.

He grows even more excited and actually chuckles at your barking but you take advantage of this and squeeze tighter each time he laughs and exhales. Tighter and tighter. You squeeze him. Squeeze. Squeeze. Hold. Squeeze and hold. Tighten and hold. Constrict and hold.

Eventually the pressure is more than he can bear and he screams out a submission. But all you do is stop squeezing harder, you simply hold him there, your legs surrounding his midsection and compressing him like air. He shouts another submission but all you do is hold him.

"I can squeeze you harder if I chose to do so, want to see?"

"No...I can't take anymore."

"Too bad." And you clamp down again.

His excitement is beyond holding. The pressure is more than he can take but is turning you both on.

You hold him there a few more moments while you send more bursts of squeeze, all while holding the unbearable squeeze at its maximum. You could squeeze him harder if you wanted to...but you want there to be something left for the rest of the day.

He barks out another submission. You clamp down harder and hold for a few seconds just to let him know what he's up against and then release. He spills out onto the shiny mat.

"There's more where that came from..." You say, quietly.

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