(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. ))
Eric felt the subtle shift before Rei did. The resistance was still there, but it had changed just barely. Rei’s muscles were firing hard now, yet no longer together. Eric could feel it through his shoulders and hands, the way Rei’s body tightened in uneven waves, strength arriving late, bleeding out faster than it could be replaced. Eric took another step. Rei cried out again, the sound ripped from him as the rack tightened under motion alone. His spine bowed deeper across Eric’s shoulders, lower back compressed into a burning ache that climbed upward with every second. His abdominal wall locked reflexively, abs drawing tight as iron, but the angle worked against them. The stretch pulled his torso long while his hips were dragged down, forcing his core to fight in two directions at once.
Eric adjusted his grip deliberately. He slowly moved Rei into position and hoisted him above his head. Eric could feel Rei panic just slightly. “What the…” Rei stammered before Eric slammed Rei to the mat. Rei crashed hard. The ring shook. Every fiber in Rei trembled as they tried to stabilize a spine that refused to cooperate. Rei’s breath came shallow now. He slowly tried to move, but Eric was already on him, landing with an elbow to the back. Rei groaned. Eric’s strength was building. With slow and steady precision, Eric rolled Rei onto his stomach and crossed Rei’s legs into a figure four. Then Eric pulled Rei’s legs up while he leaned back and sat deep, planting his weight as he pulled. Rei’s spine bowed instantly, lower back arching hard as his hips were dragged up and his chest forced toward the mat. His arms stretched forward instinctively, fingers clawing at the canvas as the pressure settled in.
The pain hit fast. Rei’s lower back took it first, a deep, grinding ache as his spine was forced into a brutal curve. His glutes and hamstrings screamed under the stretch, muscles pulled long and tight as they fought to keep his legs from being drawn higher. His abs clenched hard, trying to brace, but the angle robbed them of leverage, forcing them to work against their own stretched position. Eric leaned back another inch. Rei cried out, the sound dragged from him as his hips were pulled higher and his back bent further. The pressure stacked relentlessly, vertebra by vertebra, his core burning as it tried and failed to stabilize the strain. His obliques flared, then trembled, fibers stretched thin along his ribs as the hold punished everything from his hips to his shoulders.
Eric’s grip tightened, bicep flexing hard against Rei’s shin as he settled in. He didn’t bounce. He didn’t jerk. He just held, letting gravity and leverage do the work. “Still with me?” Eric asked, voice calm, almost conversational. Rei shook his head weakly, teeth clenched, breath coming in sharp pulls. He tried to buck with his legs, but Eric had them locked down tight. Rei felt his hamstrings spasming under the tension. His lower back burned hot now, the pain spreading outward with every second he stayed trapped. “Good. Glad to see you won’t let your own move beat you,” Eric continued in his conversational tone. “Now, let's enjoy your manhood some more.”
Eric leaned back again, slow and deliberate, while reaching in with his free hand. The Boston Crab deepened. As Rei grimaced from the pain of the hold, he felt Eric’s commanding grip on his manhood once more. Just as before, Eric squeezed and clasped with his full might. Rei moaned, a mix of extreme pain mixed with the surprising pleasure of feeling Eric dominate the way he was. Rei could feel himself leaking again as he moaned from Eric’s grip. Eric pulled back with both hands. Rei’s entire body arched, chest lifted involuntarily off the mat as the stretch forced him open. His abs quivered, no longer able to lock properly, and his back muscles stood out in hard relief, straining and failing in cycles. The fight hadn’t left him yet. But the hold, no, both holds, were doing exactly what they were meant to do. Eric held him there, unmoving, feeling the struggle bleed out of Rei inch by inch.
Eric looked back towards Rei, “Going to give? Going to let the student beat the master at his own hold? Come on, Rei! Submit!
Rei shook his head, “Fuck… you!” Rei’s hands clenched and clawed, hoping to grasp something, but Eric had listened too well and positioned himself in the center of the ring. There was nothing for Rei to grasp. Rei let out a small gasp as he felt Eric adjust the hold. Now Eric’s bulge was right at Rei’s rear. Rei could feel Eric’s hard bulge grind into his own rear end.
“You feel that, Rei?” Eric asked, “Just a small taste of what is to come.” Eric made sure Rei could feel his manhood against Rei’s bottom, “and from what I can feel, you like it.” Eric pressed both holds harder. “Come on, submit!”
“Nnnnn…ooooo! Never!” Rei answered back with as much defiance as he could muster. He knew the fight was basically over, but Rei would at least force Eric to try a different hold. He wouldn’t let Eric submit him in his own hold.
