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You are seated in the family room. The house is mostly dark except for the soft blue hue of the television, which bathes the room in an antiseptically clean light. On the couch behind you stretched out is he. You have been together for almost three years now. You know him almost as well as you know yourself. His height is perfect for you. He is just tall enough to lay your head on his shoulder while you dance but he is not so tall that you can’t gaze into each other’s eyes. His eyes always make you feel like you’re the only one that matters. His gentle way makes you feel loved – and you are. His body is lean and defined. The part that makes this all even better is the fact that his legs are perfect.

You know how important legs are to you: a symbol of strength, stability, agility, endurance, power, and security. You know how much you like to be held by this most powerful of limbs. He knows just how to hold you, doesn’t he? He knows you like the feel of his calf at your back and so he will always hold you with his right leg crossed behind you and tucked under his left knee. And he likes to use his legs. He likes to run. He likes to play soccer. He likes to roller skate. But there’s more. The one thing that perfects your attraction to each other is that with those strong legs of his that have the definition of fine marble sculpture: he likes to squeeze.

He likes to wrap those legs around you and squeeze you. It excites you whenever you think about it. He’s always liked to squeeze. It’s the first thing you ever talked about, remember? He likes to squeeze and you like to be squeezed. It’s a perfect match.

So you look behind you and watch him. His eyes are closed, he is sound asleep. What is it about television that acts like a tranquilizer? No matter. You smile. He looks so peaceful with his eyes closed and with just a touch of his hair wafting in the evening summer breeze. A feeling of utter contentment comes over you. Naturally, you look the other direction down at those legs. A pair of long tan Bermuda shorts reveal mostly his calves, which are tucked neatly into two bright white socks. You can see the sharpness of his knee and just little bit of the triangle of muscle formed on the outside of his right thigh just above the knee.

The television regains your attention. You turn back to watch Yul Brynner and Deborah Kerr whirling around the ballroom. You are completely swept away by the strains of "Shall We Dance?," after all, this is your favorite movie. It isn’t long before you are concentrating on what is happening on the screen in front of you and you hardly notice that his right leg has moved creating a swishing sound and has come to rest just behind your head. You lean your head back to enjoy the security of the leg that is behind you. The movie continues and this time another swish is heard only his right knee comes to rest on top of your head. It is heavy but you like the feel of it. You lean back just a little more and turn to look at him but he is still fast asleep.

Another swoosh.

Now the knee has moved and you feel the fleshiness of his inner thigh come to rest on top of your head. It is so heavy but the movement has caused you to become excited. You try to focus on the movie but the weight of the thigh on the back of your head is distracting you to no end.

A third swoosh.

The thigh moves forward even more and you can see his knee protruding above your head, casting a long shadow because of the light from the television. You are no longer concentrating on Deborah Kerr and Yul Brynner but rather drinking in the sensation of the heaviness of his leg on your head and your eyes are focused on his right leg and the bulge of his abductor as it crosses over his leg and attaches on the inside of the knee. Your excitement grows in every meaning of the word. The buzzing in your britches is pushing against your undergarments, causing it to lengthen.

A fourth swoosh.

You try to turn your head to look over but all you hear is a quiet, soft whisper, "Sucker…" And with that the weight of the lean, defined mass over your head comes off. A moment of relief for you but with a lightning quick movement and a fifth swoosh you see the right leg lift over your head and come to rest around it. The buzzing in your crotch becomes a strong tingle and your cock extends itself fully. You can feel the muscles twitch and move and you know that his right ankle is tucked securely behind his left knee.

The light from the television swims into the hold and you are able to see into the canyon behind his knee that is formed by the tendons of the hamstrings. The weight of the hold is immense and you are so excited that you as though you might burst right out of your pants. Your hands immediately stroke his right knee as it encases your head.

Slowly and methodically, he begins to draw his calf closer to his hamstring. The tension excites you and the warmth of the hold stimulates you even more. He is saying something but you aren’t quite sure what it is because your ears are filled with the muscles of his right leg.

Tighter.

Your hands are busy feeling the muscles tense and constrict you as your fingers tell you that his hamstrings have tightened into a rock-solid ball. Walls of muscle press in. You moan with excitement. It feels so good.

Tighter.

One of the things you admire most about his legs is that the muscles are capable of moving very slowly. He can squeeze just a little tiny bit and then tighten and hold it. Remember the time he held you for an hour while he slowly constricted you into submission? You certainly do. You are overwhelmed with the sensations of hamstring and calf; of knee and abductor; of him.

Tighter.

You can no longer contain yourself and you free yourself from the confines of pants and undergarments. Your cock springs forth with its new liberation and you stroke its hot length. You call out for him to tighten it but his response goes unheard, although you are quite certain you heard the words "squeeze" and "submit." But you don’t want to submit. It feels too good.

Tighter.

He clamps down suddenly very, very hard. It is more than you can bear. Then he shifts.

A sixth swoosh.

He straightens out the hold in such a way that you are looking down the length of his calves right at the television. The blue light floods your face and emphasizes the tightness of his calves. His scent fills your sense so that you can almost taste it.

What little you could hear before is now completely silent as his abductors flood your ears. He begins to tighten. He is saying something but you only feel the resonance of his voice in his chest on the back of your neck, which also clearly feels that his cock is nearly as extended as yours is.

Even tighter.

You stroke yourself with wild abandon as you gaze at his knees and calves.

Still tighter.

Then a seventh swoosh.

He moves again. Now his left leg bends and captures your chin while his right leg bends and captures the back of your head. You are completely surrounded by hamstring and calf. He crosses left foot over right to retain the leverage he needs to hold your captive.

You can see the television clearly but don’t even notice that the movie is over and that the screen is completely blank. You are able to hear and his sweet voice enters your head, "Now it’s time for you to submit, I think."

He tightens. The constriction is slow, erotic, and intense. You are not quite sure how much more you can take but you are hoping that your endurance will permit you to enjoy the trap in which you are held. You stroke yourself with more intensity, as his coils become more tense.

Tighter.

Stroke.

Tighter.

Stroke. Stroke.

Tighter.

Stroke. Stroke.

Tighter.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

The intensity of the squeeze is such that is feels as though his right hamstring might slice your head off completely. You cannot open your mouth because of the leg that surrounds your chin. He raises himself off the couch to gain leverage and to brace himself for the final moments, which will send you into ecstasy.

This brings your cock to its full extension. You cannot hold back for much longer.

He tightens. The muscles lap at your skull and chin. It hurts so incredibly good. You are unable to hold back. You stroke faster and faster as he tightens and tightens. One final burst of squeeze and you erupt

But now it is his turn.

You are both now completely undressed.

The one hold that sends him into ecstasy than any other; the one that brings him to full attention faster than any other; the one that makes him moan: the figure four. He loves the way it looks on you. The way his calf flattens out in layers against your body. He loves the way his hamstrings ball up and press into your frame. In fact, he loves this hold so much and it feels so good to him, that there have been instances where he will have an orgasm without touching himself. The sheer feeling of coiling around you in this most devastating of all holds brings him to full arousal. The wrapping process also sends you into full excitement, again.

He lays you down on the floor and climbs on top of you. He gazes down at you and you peer into his dark eyes with deep emotion. You are already exhausted but you don’t want it to stop – not for one moment. He takes your wrists and pins you down. The feeling of amorous control excites you more. Then while he gazes at you he coils around your waist. Then, with one full motion, he begins to draw his right leg under you and secures it behind the knee of his left leg. You can see in the reflection from the glass on the entertainment center the deep furrowed canal of muscle as his straight leg anchors the one that now encircles your waist. His weight presses into your abdomen. It is delightful.

He does not yet begin his constriction but flexes different combinations of muscle. First hamstrings, then calf, then the adductors of his left leg. With the different sensations created by these combinations, he throws his head back in erotic pleasure. The flexing takes a substantial amount of time for it is the sensations he gets that drive his senses wild. It is also these same sensations that drive you wild. It is both receiver and distributor that benefit in this instance.

He brings his eyes back to yours and stares at you with erotic intensity. He likes to watch your face as he squeezes you. He likes to see the facial manifestations of his erotic embrace. So he gazes upon you as he begins to slowly squeeze your waist. You writhe in pleasure. The intensity of the squeeze begins to increase logirhythmically. He is not wasting any time. You are aware that he is fully extended. He squeezes tighter and tighter. Harder and harder. Your face tells him that you are not suffering as much as you can.

He shifts down into low gear and says in a low, sweet tone. "Submit to my squeeze…submit to my squeeze." With that, he clamps down harder and harder. You begin to stroke him. He throws his head back again and manages to squeeze you even tighter. He simply squeezes you harder and holds it. No twitching. No playing. NO flexing. He wants to squeeze you. You love it. The harder he squeezes the faster you stroke him. You can hardly breathe and you are afraid that he may squeeze you into unconsciousness. The razor sharp edges of his hamstrings cut into you like swords of steel. You stroke him more and more, faster and faster. It delights you to feel his hamstrings slice you in two.

You call out, "Tighter, love. Tighter."

He complies with your request. Your stroking gets faster and faster and you begin to feel the heat off the tip of his cock. He is not far away from exploding. The pressure increases even more. He flexes his left adductor muscle, which presses him even further into your abdomen. Each exhalation on your part brings in more ribbons of muscle. He tightens and holds. Tightens and holds. Tighter. Tighter. More. More. Faster. Faster. One final burst of muscular constriction and he erupts.

His pythonic embrace becomes unbearable for you just as his orgasm frees itself from his body. Then his coils relax and you gasp for the oxygen you desperately need. He smiles and looks down upon you in the white light from the television. He takes you into his arms, wraps his legs around your waist and gently caresses you with the coils that just bound you. A warm sweetness comes between you as he bends down and kisses you. The coolness of his lips contrasts sweetly with the warmth of his embrace.

You are both breathless… exhausted… and spent.

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