#abdominalstretch

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Eric shifted his hips and drove Rei down. The mat shook as Eric snapped backward and dropped his weight, ragdolling Rei into a brutal spinebuster. Rei’s back hit flat, the impact ripping the breath from his lungs in a sharp, helpless burst. His shoulders bounced once before settling, spine screaming as the shock rippled through his torso. Eric didn’t follow him down. He stayed standing.

Before Rei could even curl onto his side, Eric seized him again, hooking one arm across Rei’s upper chest and shoulder while his other hand pushed on Rei’s thigh. With a sharp pull and a twist through his hips, Eric hauled Rei upright again and turned him sideways across his own body, folding Rei into a deep lateral bend. Eric planted his boots wide and locked his stance. Rei’s torso was forced into a long, punishing arc. One side was stretched taut while the other compressed hard. Eric’s arm pushed down across Rei’s shoulder, pinning his upper body tight, while his opposite arm dragged down on Rei’s leg, creating a brutal opposing pull that wrenched Rei from shoulder to hip. The effect was immediate. Rei’s obliques screamed as they were stretched to their limit, the muscle fibers along his side pulled long and tight until they quivered. His ribs flared outward under the pressure, every breath grinding against the torque locked into his torso. His lower back burned where the twist bit deepest, vertebrae compressed and rotated at once.

Rei saw Eric grin and figured Eric would soon be leaning back slowly, deliberately to increase the pain. Instead, Eric leaned in as he took his right hand and entered Rei’s briefs from behind. Before Rei could process what was happening, he felt the pain as his scrotum was compressed and squished in Eric’s palm. Rei yelped as Eric squeezed. With his free hand, Rei started to throw a punch to Eric’s face since it was close, but as soon as he moved the arm, Eric twisted, and the sharp pain of his manhood being twisted while squeezed froze Rei in pain. Eric pulled with his upper body, and Rei cried out as the stretch deepened. His abdominal wall clenched instinctively, trying to brace, but the position robbed him of leverage. One side of his core was fully extended, the other crushed inward, leaving his midsection fighting itself just to stay upright.

Eric could feel the resistance fading in stages. At first, Rei’s muscles flexed hard, cords of strength straining against the hold. Then came the tremor, the subtle shake that told Eric the stretch was biting deeper than Rei could control. Rei’s breathing turned shallow and sharp, each inhale pulling painfully across his ribs, each exhale loosening his resistance just enough for Eric to tighten again. Eric widened his stance and dropped his center of gravity. The pressure intensified. Rei’s spine bowed farther into the curve, his hips dragged down, while his upper body was held immobile. His legs trembled as balance slipped away, the stretch draining strength from his core with every passing second.

“Stay with me,” Eric growled, pulling Rei tighter into the bend. “Show me what you can take.”

Rei’s hands clawed at Eric’s arm, fingers slipping on sweat as another surge of pain ripped through his side. His obliques burned, his ribs felt like they were being pried apart, and his lower back throbbed with each forced breath. For the first time, the fight had slowed. Not because Eric was tired, but because Rei was being dismantled, inch by inch, by a hold that punished every muscle responsible for power, balance, and breath. Eric held him there, unyielding.

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After a solid 3 minutes of torturing Eric in the Boston Crab, Rei finally released the hold, letting Eric’s body fall heavily to the mat. For a moment, the larger man stayed down, his chest heaving, sweat beading and running across his ribs. Rei straightened, breathing hard himself, his muscles slick and trembling with effort. There was no hesitation; however, he knew better than to let Eric recover. He stood over Eric for a beat, eyes tracking the rise and fall of Eric’s broad chest, the tension still running through every line of muscle as he fought the lingering pain. Rei tracked Eric’s body hair down the cut abs into the black briefs, where the sight of Eric’s bulging manhood made Rei grin. Eric had chiseled good looks. He was in incredible shape for a man his age, and Rei couldn’t suppress his feelings to share an intimate night with this hairy stud. First, though, he had to make sure Eric submitted to him after he played with Eric’s body. Then, he would enjoy Eric for the night. The thought pulled a half-grin from Rei, that mix of respect and mischief that came so naturally to him. “You don’t even know what you look like right now, do you?” he murmured, ”The way you fight through pain, turn it into focus…it’s something else. The harder you push, the more I want to see what’s underneath.”

Eric only let out a strained breath, still trying to push himself upright. “Less talk, more fight,” he managed.

Rei chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “See? That’s what I love about you, all focus. Totally immune to compliments. Makes the challenge even better.”

Then, with that glint of amusement still in his eyes, he stepped in close again, hooked an arm under Eric’s, and pulled him up into the next hold.

The transition was seamless; Eric’s own weight helped Rei haul him upright before twisting him into the abdominal stretch. Eric’s body arched under the pressure, his muscles flexing hard as Rei locked the hold tight. Eric’s body arched violently under the pressure. The hold torqued everything at once: his shoulders wrenched backward, his ribs forced open, his midsection stretched so hard the individual muscle bands of his abs stood out in stark relief. The tension shot through his obliques, wrapping around to his spine, every fiber caught between opposing forces. He could feel himself lifted and off the ground as gravity pulled him downward while Rei pulled in a different direction.

Rei adjusted his footing, hooking his arms tight under Eric’s for leverage, his quads and calves flaring as he pulled. His biceps flexed, veins standing out, the motion driving Eric into a punishing curve. “You should have tapped,” Rei said between breaths, voice even but edged with strain. “Now I’ve got to make sure you beg me for mercy and wished you tapped long ago.”

Eric’s teeth clenched hard, his breath ragged. The pain was a deep, tearing fire that radiated from his lower back up through his chest. His core, already battered from the earlier assault, trembled under the constant pull. Every time he exhaled, the motion only deepened the stretch, his diaphragm compressed against resistance. Rei crunched his core in together, tightening the hold further. The motion was small, but his hands and shoulders worked together to amplify every inch of torque. Eric’s traps and pecs stood out sharply, the muscle fibers in his torso twitching with the effort to endure. His fingers flailed, searching for any slack that wasn’t there. “Come on, Eric,” Rei taunted, the words cutting through the sound of their labored breathing. “I’m impressed that you’ve taken everything I’ve thrown at you, but every man has his limits. The more you resist, the more I break.”

Eric drew a shuddering breath and forced out a growl. “Not… a chance.”

Rei’s smirk flickered for a second, admiration cutting through his concentration. “All the more fun for me then,” he muttered, tightening again. The strain in Eric’s body was immense. Eric’s lats were stretched wide, his spine curved into a deep crescent, his obliques drawn taut like cables under tension. Pain rippled through every contraction. His shoulders burned, his lower back screamed, and his core felt like it might split from the constant pull. But he refused to break. Rei’s stance widened, his frame locked in perfect balance. His arms, chest, and legs all worked in unison, sculpted lines of effort and control. The sweat dripping down both men made their muscles gleam under the lights, each movement amplified by the sheen.

“Feel that?” Rei said through the strain, voice rough but steady. “That’s your body telling you to quit. To give in.”

Eric gritted his teeth and tried to force his elbows down in a desperate attempt to shift his weight. His abs quivered violently under the strain, every inch of him flexing to absorb the punishment. “You’ll… have to… break me first,” he said, his voice low but unyielding.

Rei’s eyes narrowed, and with a smirk, Rei responded, “That’s the plan.”

He leaned back harder, arching the stretch to its absolute limit. The mat creaked beneath them as Eric’s body was drawn into a perfect curve, every major muscle locked in visible defiance. Rei’s breath came in hard bursts; Eric’s growls deepened as he fought against the impossible angle. Neither man gave an inch.

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(( Commission from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant )) Shawn swung Marc down and slammed him onto the mat. Marc landed with a heavy thud and a groan as his back was aching with pain. Shawn then pulled him up by the hair again and had Marc facing him still woozy from the pain. Shawn slapped Marc a little to make him more attentive. Marc tried to give a glare after the slaps, but it only came across as a groggy look toward Shawn. "Ready to admit that I own your sorry ass?" Shawn asked. Marc groaned and got out in a whispering whimper, "Just end it....." Shawn shook his head, "Sorry bro. You have got to admit that I own your ass before I knock you out or submit and admit that I own your ass. Either way, you're only way out of this mess is to admit I. own. you." As Shawn spoke his last sentence, he poked at Marc's chest. Marc grimaced and groaned from the pain of even Shawn poking. His pecs and abs were so badly bruised any more abuse would be horrific. Shawn waited to see if Marc would finally admit he was owned, but nothing came. Shawn grinned, "Your call, bro." Shawn then forced Marc into an abdominal stretch that bent back Marc almost down to Shawn's knee. Marc immediately cried out in agony as he was bent back. To add to the pain, Shawn clamped on a deep lower abdominal claw. Marc felt the pain sear through his body.  "PleAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........se! StoAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....p!" howled Marc "Admit it! Say it! Say, 'Shawn. Owns. My. Ass.' Those four words will end all of this." "End it! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! Just fucking end it! AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Shawn released both the claw and the stretch. Marc just collapsed to the mat and laid there groaning in pain.

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(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) nnnnnhhhhhgah...grrr..." Liam grunted as Damion twisted the right fist that he caught forcing Liam back and around. Liam, no matter how hard he resisted, soon found himself in a dragon sleeper combined with an abdominal stretch. Damion's powerful left arm not only began constricting around Liam's neck, but also pushed Liam down and back pressuring his back as it was bent in the opposite direction it was supposed to bend. Liam thankfully practiced yoga resulting in a highly flexible body so while the bending was uncomfortable, it was not yet painful. Damion had rested his right hand on Liam's hip to secure the hold. While pressing down on the hip he stretched Liam's abs. Liam's abs were taut, his breathing highly noticeable as his abs expanded and contracted with every breath. Fans were in awe of Liam since it was noticeable that there was no panic. The cameras zoomed in on Liam's stretched out body and while the real time voting started trending more in Damion's favor, Liam's body was trending high. Female and Male fight fans were liking the visual of the Oregon Regional Champ's abs being flaunted and stretched for their viewing pleasure. The hashtags #bendhimmore# and #breakhim# quickly started trending as fans unleashed pics focused solely on Liam's abs.  Liam grunted out, "Appreciate the stretch help, my friend, but this is nothing compared to what I do myself. Show me what you've got, you weak ass punk!" Liam focused on breathing normally and started to think about ways he could get out of this hold. He knew he was not in trouble by any stretch of the imagination. Damion may have thought this stretch would start to break him down, but Liam could bend even more in many different ways. He had focused on flexibility to help him beat many fighters who loved to use submission holds to wear their opponents down. Liam had seen how Damion could bend his opponents, so while practicing yoga, Liam had focused on bending himself as much as he could. He had his training partners slowly bend him in all the different ways they had seen Damion bend people. Liam was confident that he could withstand anything Damion did to him. Damion slowly turned his head and stared at Liam and scoffed, "Not worthy." His voice was dark and cold. Liam could see the rage within Damion's eyes. Something told him this was only the beginning. He needed to get out of this and find a way to make room between them or Damion would start to break him in other ways.