(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. ))
Calvin shifted his hips sharply, flowing from the smother into yet another seamless transition. Calvin made sure that before Wyatt could gather enough leverage to break free, he kneed Wyatt in the abs to cause a short coughing fit, which allowed Calvin to cinch his thighs higher, snapping one thick quad across the side of Wyatt’s head while threading his tattooed arm under the redhead’s neck. With ruthless precision, Calvin locked Wyatt into a crushing body scissors, targeting the ginger’s breathing again.
Wyatt’s body jerked under the sudden constriction, the veins in his neck bulging as he tried to pry his lungs free from being crushed from both sides. Calvin’s legs dug in as his thighs clamped down. Wyatt could feel the pressure here as Calvin had already softened up his abs, so the weakened constriction still made it hard to breathe. Wyatt’s pecs heaved, abs rippling in frantic waves as he braced against the hold. One of his hands clawed desperately at Calvin’s arm, the other pushing against the mat, but Calvin’s grip was welded shut.
“Still think you’re the immovable redwood?” Calvin hissed, his voice steady even as sweat poured down his temples. His entire frame flexed as one, every muscle in his torso swelling, arms and thighs rigid as stone as he bore down on Wyatt. “You’ve been chopped, splintered, stretched, and now crushed. Give it up and admit to what everyone up there sees.” His chin jerked upward toward the Pack in the rafters, their murmurs echoing down like thunder. “You’re finished. I’ve beaten you. Just admit it!”
Wyatt grimaced, his teeth bared as the strain carved deep across his face. His broad chest rose high, ribs expanding against the vise grip crushing his lungs. His legs kicked against the mat, his groin pressing into the floor as he struggled to shift his weight. Every time he tried to torque his body free, Calvin adjusted, ratcheting the pressure even tighter. Before Wyatt could try to fight back again, Calvin adjusted, and before Wyatt could realize anything, his face was pressed into Calvin’s sweaty, hairy armpit as Calvin locked down a dragon sleeper. Calvin made sure to trap one arm under his powerful legs to prevent Wyatt from using it to fight back, while he trapped the other under his other armpit. Wyatt jerks and spasms as he is caught off guard and struggles to fight back, but cannot find any means to do so.
Calvin leaned in closer, his bicep grinding harder against Wyatt’s jawline while he reached for Wyatt’s manhood and squeezed hard, causing Wyatt to groan in pain. “This is domination,” Calvin growled. “Systematic. Unstoppable. And it’s why I’m the better Beta. I can smother the fire out of Damion just like I’m smothering it out of you.”
Wyatt’s hand flailed in a vain attempt to fight back, but slowly balled into a fist. His body bucked violently, every muscle from his quads to his traps straining in defiance. His abs flexed hard, sweat spraying under the overhead lights as he let out a guttural, strangled roar through the choke. “NNGHHH—fuck you, Calvin! You’ll… need… more than this… to finish me!” The blonde’s jaw set as he bore down harder, thighs trembling with the effort, biceps bulging against Wyatt’s thick neck. He could feel it—the raw stubbornness in the redhead’s frame, the way Wyatt refused to slacken even as the world narrowed to a suffocating blur. Calvin snarled, pouring his frustration into five deep agonizing punches into Wyatt’s softened abdominals. With each punch, Wyatt could feel what precious air he had left being forced out of his lungs. Then Calvin reapplied his grip on Wyatt’s testicles. Calvin squeezed hard and twisted, causing Wyatt to arch his back in pain. This allowed Calvin to force Wyatt deeper into his dragon sleeper.
“Fine! Then I’ll break you here and now!” He yanked Wyatt’s head deeper under his arm, deeply smothering Wyatt’s face far into a hairy, sweaty darkness. “You’ll pass out inhaling my scent and knowing I gave you every chance to submit to me. Once you are out, I will make sure I wake you up in the most abrupt way as I drill deep into you. I’m going to make you wish you tapped out by the time I am through with you tonight. Calvin's voice dripped with merciless intent. The Pack above leaned in, watching with rapt awe as Calvin’s relentless assault left Wyatt trapped in yet another punishing vise, the Beta’s muscles straining and twitching under the pressure, his cries muffled beneath the crushing embrace of Calvin’s body. Even Wyatt himself gave submission more than a passing thought.
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