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I’d come to the gym to do a story on pro wrestling, the local variety, and was hooked up with a hunky kid named Kevin "The Crusher" Collins, a sexy blonde dude, short, maybe 5'10" or so, but a rock solid 189 pounds. He stood in white boots and tights, his legs a study in hard muscle, smooth and hairless, and an ass to die for, sculpted halves of stony meat. We shook hands and talked. The interview went well and long, and soon everyone else was gone from the gym but he and I.

"Want to see a few moves?" he asked as we stepped into the ring.

"Sure, why not?" I laughed, loosening up. "Go easy on me, you’re what, 22 or so? Christ, you’re half my age."

Kevin laughed and got me in a side headlock, working the hold, grinding my ear in his muscular arm and working my face into the sweaty warmth of his torso. I put my hands on his hips and thighs for support, and those legs were driving me nuts. I looked down at his package and swore it twitched.

"Wow, that’s effective, it’s really hurting," I grimaced, palming the thick pads of meat on his thighs. "Shit, your legs are all muscle.."

"Yeah, that’s why they call me The Crusher," he laughed, letting me out of his headlock. "Lemme show ya!"

Kevin spun me to the corner where I slammed backfirst into the turnbuckle. With a smile, he ran at me and leaped onto the turnbuckle with his feet, spinning around behind me to sit on it and slam-lock those gorgeous thighs around my ears, locking up his booted calves before me. Instantly, the pain coursed throughout my head and I was nearly blinded by the hunking up of his hugely muscled thighs, thighs so big they looked like they didn’t fit his body. He leaned back on the post and humped his hips up, thundering those man-eating thighs into my scissored skull.

"THIS is why they call me The Crusher!" he yelled, opening up his legs a bit for me to hear before slamming them back onto my head.

Kevin thrust his hips up and down, over and over again, until the words "I GIVE" came out of my mouth in a steady stream. He laughed and bulldogged me to the mat, throwing himself clear of me and standing in front of me, hands on hips, as I groveled at his feet. I got to my knees and looked into the jagged steel of his calves as they flared around his shins and filled the creaking leather of his white boots and socks.

"My thighs aren’t the only crushers on these legs, stud," he hissed, stepping forward to lock his calves onto my neck, standing on crossed feet and putting insane pressure on my neck and jawbones. "Try these killer calves!!"

Almost instantly, I began seeing stars and started passing out. Kevin noticed and let up, allowing me to recover, and then did it again. Over and over he took me to the brink before finally letting me go. Then he sat down behind me and scooted up close. I could feel his hardening cock against my back. But the pleasure I felt was replaced by pain as he laced his thick legs around my guts.

"Ah, the bodyscissors!!" he growled, leaning back and arching his back to pummel my ribs in the grip. "I’ve busted ribs in matches with this scissorlock!!"

I didn’t doubt him as I felt my ribs bend beneath the relentless pressure of his legs. I tried prying apart his locked calves, but only managed to get my fingers caught between them. He laughed and squeezed harder.

"Please, Kevin....I submit....you’ll bust me in two..." I grimaced. "Please...stop...squeezing!"

"Hey, don’t you want to do thorough research for the story?" he laughed, throbbing his thick thighs on my ribs, humping my back with his crotch. "Dontcha??"

"Yes, but..." I wheezed. "Goddammit, you’re legs are killin’ me!!"

He laughed and scooted his arms up around me for a full nelson, pulling me back and stretching me out now, his thighs scissoring me harder, his locked boots pounding into my crotch. He humped his hips up into me regularly now, a rythmic dry fucking that was turning me on despite the pain. He released one arm and used his free hand to tear off my shirt, buttons flying across the ring, and violently twisting my nipples, pulling on them hard. I moaned in pain.

"You want more leg, stud?" he breathed into my neck, biting it and sucking my ear. "You want more of my hunky thigh meat on your head?"

He asked as his locked boots now caressed my stiff dick through my pants.

"Please....yes....Kevin, more thigh...." I begged.

"CRUSHER to you, stud!!"

I tried to answer, but he quickly released his bodyscissors to push my head down and spin me around, ramming my face into his briefs which barely contained his fully erect cock. He locked up the leg--hammy, hunky thigh flesh engulfing my entire skull--and went into a bruising, hip-snapping motion that dry-fucked my face with his cock as his muscular, manly thighs absolutely devoured my head. I screamed in pain as his rocky inner thighs crushed my skull, and he now quivered and vibrated the entire length of his legs to further torture me.

"I fucking LOVE headscissoring my victims!" he screamed, leaning up on his elbows, his sexy gut a washboard of rock-ribbed steel. "I’ll fucking scissor you to DEATH!!!"

I swore he would, but mercifully, I passed out cold in his iron legs as they thickly quivered their way to a knockout. When I awoke, I was still between his legs, his massive, thick boner rubbing my face as he slowly squeezed me in his giant muscular thighs.

"Mmmm, that feels nice, rubbing against you, dude, you likin' it?" he growled, holding my hair in his hands as he humped my face.

"Fuck yeah," I moaned, planting kisses on his brief-clad dick, palming his massive thighs as they held me tight in their grip. "Goddam, this thing is fucking huge!"

"About 10 inches, stud, you up for it?" he laughed.

"Gimme another few minutes in your scissors, man, I'm loving this," I hissed, kissing his thick package.

He laughed and spun me around, tucking a thick booted calf into my throat for a crushing figure four scissors. I gagged on the muscled meat cutting into my windpipe and bridged up off the mat, my hands vainly pulling at the chiseled tube of flesh that was choking me.

"This what you want, stud, my big calf breaking your fucking neck?" he screamed, pulling back on his hooked foot, slicing his lower leg deeper into my throat.

I slapped the mat frantically in submission but Kevin ignored me, pulling on his leg harder until I nearly passed out. He turned my head to the side and fitted his huge thighs into my neck, lacing his boots together and hunking up his monstrous upper legs until they threatened to tear my head off.

"You up for a little private scissor session back at my place?" he hissed, smiling down at me as I struggled and he palmed his thick boner through his briefs.

"Just...a...little ...more...please..." I begged foolishly, delirious from the pain and pleasure of his massive thighs.

He smiled, hooked a thick calf alongside my neck for a side figure four neckscissors and in seconds I passed out cold.

Sometimes you gotta be careful what you ask for.

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