The reply came in Saturday morning's mail. It read "Wrestling Stud -- I challenge you to a wrestling match at my place Tuesday morning, 10:00 AM. My address is 1234 S. Normal, and I have a regulation size ring set up in my basement. I never wrestle an opponent anywhere near as small as you are, but your letter turned me on, so I am making an exception. I am tall, extremely muscular, unbelievably strong and powerful, and I can guarantee you this is one match you'll never forget. To give you an idea of my size, at one time my arms measured 18 1/2 inches and I could bench 395 pounds.

My rules are very simple and once you agree to them and are here for our match, if you have the guts to accept my challenge, I will not change them. Rule #1: A 1-hour time limit. Pins or submissions do not end the match, only the time limit ends it. Rule #2: Since you are smaller than me at 175 pounds, I am only allwed to use these holds - full nelson, bearhug, body scissors, body press, figure 4 leglock, airplane spin, or my own invention which I call the Body Killer, or any set up or combination of those holds. Rule #3: I agree to release you from a hold as soon as you submit, but only if I feel you've really had enough and are not faking it. If I feel you are submitting prematurely, I am allowed to keep it up until I am satisfied you've really had enough. Rule #4: To give you a sporting chance, you are allowed to use any pro style hold you want with no restrictions. These are the only rules I require. If you're man enough, I'll see you Tuesday morning." The letter was signed simply -- GOLIATH.

Don was excited as hell. At 6 feet and 175 pounds, with a 43-inch chest, 32-inch waist, 14½-inch arms and 23-inch thighs, he could take quite a lot of punishment. His real turn-on was to wrestle a guy much bigger and stronger than himself. He had often said the bigger the better. From Goliath's letter, he figured him to be about 6 feet 2 inches tall and weigh around 225 pounds, which would give Goliath a 50-pound advantage over Don, which really turned him on.

At 9:45 AM Tuesday, Don knocked on the door at Goliath's house and a voice from far inside bellowed,

- "C'mon in, Don, I'll be with you in a few minutes."

Don sat in the living room until Goliath said for him to go on downstairs and wait for him in his weight room. Don was admiring the setup of Goliath's weight room, which was as good or better than many gyms he had been in. Don was counting the number of pounds on the bench press when he looked up into one of the many mirrors on the wall and saw his opponent for the first time. As Don's mouth dropped open, a smile came to Goliath's face as he walked into the room and walked up to Don. Don had to look up to see his face and Goliath engulfed Don's hand with his own in a handshake. All Don could manage to say was,

- "No way can I wrestle you, you'll kill me."

Goliath said simply,

- "A deal is a deal, and besides even though I could very easily kill you, that's not my style."

Don had never seen, or for that matter imagined a bigger, more massive body in his life. He asked Goliath how the hell big he was. Goliath replied,

- "I'm 6 feet 9½ inches tall" and went and stepped on his scale so Don could check his exact weight. The needle finally stopped at an unbelievable 355 pounds. Goliath looked from the scale to Don's face and said that this really turned him on, he had never wrestled a guy where he's been more than double his size.

- "The smallest guy I've ever wrestled was 235 pounds, and he was a champion powerlifter, strong as an ox." Don asked the giant what his measurements were and Goliath said, "64-inch chest, 36-inch waist, 24½-inch biceps and 33-inch thighs and my best bench press is 650 pounds."

The giant muscleman flexed his basketball size biceps, sneered at Don and said,

- "I can't wait to wrap these around you and squeeze the shit out of you, so let's get to it."

Don attempted to delay the inevitable by getting him to talk and Goliath said,

- "Listen, smart ass, in your ad you made a blind challenge to anyone, which I accepted. You said you didn't care how big or how strong your opponent was, you said the bigger the better, you could take anything anybody could dish out, so get in the fucking ring before I throw you in."

Don jumped through the ropes as Goliath set the clock and entered the opposite corner.

As the bell rang, Goliath charged into Don, pushing him into the turnbuckle and proceeded to crush him into the turnbuckle five times, before he grabbed Don's wrist and pulled him to center ring. He swung Don into the ropes and on the rebound, met Don with a mighty shoulder block smashing him to the mat. He lifted Don by the wrist and once again swung him into the ropes, but this time on the rebound, Goliath squatted down and Don flew right into his open, waiting arms which quickly encircled his waist, lifting him into Goliath's favorite, a front bearhug. Don was like a rag doll against the giant's massive body. Goliath increased the power and Don struggled to break free, but of course to no avail. The more that he sruggled, the harder it hurt until Don screamed out in submission. Goliath bellowed,

- "You fuckin' little sissy, I haven't even started to squeeze you" and clamped on more power as Don arched backwards from the unbelievable pain, until Goliath dropped him to the mat.

Goliath stood over Don, planted his huge foot on Don's crotch and said,

- "You better be able to take a hell of a lot more than that, or I'm going to be pissed off, and I don't think you want to see me pissed."

Goliath backed up a few feet and fell onto Don in a side body press crushing the upper part of Don's body with his own. Then Goliath sat and pulled Don in between his tree-trunk thighs and locked on a side body scissors waist and really poured it on. Don pounded and grabbed at Goliath's gigantic thigh, but it felt like solid steel and it only made Goliath increase the pressure. Don looked at Goliath as Goliath leaned backwards, resting on his arms. Goliath smiled, saying,

- "It would be so easy for me to crush your puny little body in half with these legs, but I'm not ready for that yet", so as Don begged him to stop, he unlocked his feet, only to turn Don and clamp on a rear body scissors around his waist, which immediately had Don writhing in pain, but instead of releasing him, Goliath merely added a full nelson, until Don almost passed out from the pain. "Fuckin' little baby, you haven't seen anything yet", and let him go. Don fell on his back only to see Goliath get up over him in a push-up position and let his full 355 pounds down on top of him, crushing him into the mat. As if that wasn't bad enough, Goliath did six full push-ups on top of him until he figured he'd had enough.

Goliath stood, bent down and picked Don up under his arms. He held Don in front of him and said,

- "Having fun?" and changed to a bearhug around Don's chest, crushing the very life out of Don until he finally released his helpless opponent. Poor Don, only 14 minutes of the match gone, and he was ready to pass out, in a lot of pain, and completely at Goliath's mercy.

Don put his arms around Goliath's waist in a bearhug, not so much to try to hurt Goliath, but to keep him from putting a hold on him. Goliath burst out laughing. Reaching behind his back and pulling Don's arms to the side, he squatted down and wrapped his arms around Don and lifted him into his own front bearhug, saying,

- "I'll show you how to really put on a bearhug!"

Goliath went to almost full power immediately and almost crushed Don to death. Don couldn't even yell out in submission, he was in so much pain, and Goliath kept squeezing. His biceps bulged as they crushed Don into oblivion. By this time, Goliath had slacked up on the pressure (or else Don would be long gone), but he kept on squeezing. Don finally managed to squeak out a weak "I give" and Goliath let him go crashing to the mat, only to reach down, grab his arm and lift and swing Don into the ropes, catching him on the rebound in another front bearhug around the waist. Don knew he'd had it this time and pulled Goliath's hair with all of his strength, but it hardly even fazed the crazed giant. Goliath squeezed about ten seconds more and let Don go to his feet.

Goliath quickly got behind Don and clamped on a powerful full nelson, almost snapping Don's head off before letting go. Next, a rear bear hug chest, then a rear bear hug waist, each time only letting go at the last second. Goliath picked Don up in an airplane spin, spun him around a few times and body slammed him to the mat and came crashing down on top of Don with a flying body press. Goliath was actually crushing the very life out of Don with his massive body, and as he bounced around a few times on top of him, he told him,

- "I've really taken it easy on you up till now, but for the rest of the match, I'm going to show you just exactly how strong I really am. Of the different holds I'm going to put on you, expect five separate front bearhugs around the waist, only each time I put it on, I'm going to use more power until the fifth time, I'm using 100% of my strength."

Don gasped,

- "How much power were you using in that last bearhug?"

Goliath laughed and said,

- "Oh, about 40%."

He got up and rolled on his back, pulling Don on top of him. Lying there on top of Goliath's rock-hard body, Don first asked and then begged Goliath to end the match, he couldn't possibly last until the hour was up. Goliath said,

- "Absolutely not, but I'll let you rest for 15 minutes before we finish our bout."

They both stood and as Goliath reset the clock, Don made a mad dash for the door to escape. Don's foot was on the fourth step before Goliath grabbed him from behind and carried him back in, throwing him into the ring.

- "That did it, punk, you've got 15 minutes to pray before I finish you off."

Don attempted to make friends with Goliath and asked him to pose for him. Goliath flexed and showed off each of his magnificent body parts. Don kept complimenting his physique and praising the giant to try to calm him down so he'd take it easy on him. Don asked him how often he wrestled, and Goliath said,

- "Not very often, everybody is afraid to wrestle me. That's why I usually have to trick guys into a bout. Every guy I wrestle, with a few exceptions, is a one-shot deal since they're always afraid to wrestle me again, or else they aren't able to wrestle again after I get through with them. My regulars are either heavyweight powerlifters or pro football players, and once in a while, I'll take on two at a time, but I always win."

Goliath admitted to Don that he loved to hurt people with his strength.

- "The only thing that really turns me on is to completely and totally dominate a guy with my size and strength, especially by squeezing them. To know that you control a man's very life with your body is exciting. It also really turns me on when I can use a lot of power on a guy and he has to take it, like you're going to have to do in my bearhugs. When I first saw your ad and picture, and saw how small you were, I would never have given you a second thought, but you really intrigued me by what you said about taking anything, so this is your chance. Oh well, time's up, Don", and as Goliath gave a final double bicep pose, Don saw Goliath's crotch was bulging and knew that instead of calming Goliath down, he had only excited him more by talking about his wrestling.

Don jumped on Goliath's back and put on a full nelson, but the giant merely flexed his arms and easily broke free. Don jumped on him again, this time with his arm around Goliath's neck, trying to choke him. Goliath charged backwards, crushing Don into the turnbuckle, forcing him to let go. Goliath turned facing Don, squatted down and pulled Don into his arms, lifting him into his bearhug as he said,

- "Here's #1."

He squeezed Don with about 20% of his power, which fortunately, wasn't too bad for Don, and Goliath let him down to the mat. Don tried to get a front bearhug around Goliath's chest, but his arms couldn't even make it around his enormous chest. Goliath smiled as he put the same hold on Don and said,

- "Here's how it's done", proceeding to crush Don into painful submission. When he let Don go, he didn't put him to his feet; instead, he extended his left arm and laid Don's waist over the upper part of his arm and shoulder, flexing his arm. By doing this, Goliath's 24½-inch bicep fit right into Don's waist and Goliath's forearm at his back, squeezing Don in what Goliath fittingly called his bicep crusher. After Goliath felt Don had had enough, he smashed him to the mat on his back. Goliath sat on Don's waist facing him, with his huge legs at either side of Don's head. Just the sheer weight of Goliath's 355 pounds on Don's upper body was enough to make him scream out in pain, but as if that weren't bad enough, Goliath locked his calves around Don's head in a headlock, laid back between Don's legs, put his hands behind his head and proceeded to do some sit-ups, but instead of a regular sit-up, he had to add a little twist to it. Each time he got to a sitting position, he raised up off of Don about five inches and came crashing back down onto his waist with his butt, and the vast majority of his weight. Each time Goliath laid back down to start another sit-up, his legs tightened around Don's head, only to loosen a little as he came smashing down on his waist. After five full sit-ups, Don was almost incoherent from the agonizing punishment to his body. He cried out,

- "No more, I beg of you!" and Goliath rolled off of him.

Goliath lay on his back and pulled Don's helpless body on top of him. Don pleaded with the giant,

- "You're killing me."

Goliath answered by placing his paw-like hand on top of Don's head and pushing his body down so that his waist ended up between Goliath's open, waiting thighs. His legs locked immediately around Don in a front body scissors, and as he squeezed, very quickly, Don flailed around screaming,

- "Enough, enough!"

His bulging 33-inch thighs were like solid steel as they crushed Don's puny little body between them. Don again screamed out, more weakly this time, and finally, the giant slacked up on the pressure and unlocked his legs from around poor Don's aching waist.

Goliath quickly stood and lifted Don with him, saying,

- "Here's #2" as he lifted him into another front bearhug waist and at 40% power, Don really felt it, and just when he was ready to scream out in submission, Goliath let him go, Don stupidly saying, - "That wasn't so bad." Goliath answered, "Oh yeah", and swung Don into the ropes only to pick him up in #3. Don's back arched backwards from the immediate and unbelievable pain. Goliath's arms felt like steel balls as they pumped and flexed, crushing him.

Don said,

- "Okay, I give",

and Goliath screamed,

- "Not yet!" and applied more pressure until the tears started streaming down Don's face. Goliath said,

- "Okay, punk, that's almost 60%", and let him fall to the mat, damn near unconscious.

The massive muscleman sat next to Don's helpless body and, having virtually no sympathy for him at all, he took Don's head and put it between his thighs. Without even locking his feet together, the pressure of the headlock had Don submitting immediately or it seemed like his head would pop open. Goliath then changed position as he locked his legs around Don's thighs in a thigh scissors. Goliath's 33-inch thighs wrapped around Don's puny little 23-inch thighs. Don grabbed Goliath's one thigh with both hands trying to pry them apart, but of course, he couldn't budge them. He screamed,

- "These are solid muscle, I give, I give!" This turned the giant on even more, especially when he looked at Don and could see the tremendous pain registered on his face. He changed to a side body scissors around the waist, which was his second favorite hold, and as he locked his legs together, he said,

- "I think I'll soften up your waist a little more before I give you another bearhug." With that, he clamped on more power and really poured it on with his incredibly powerful legs. His thighs were actually bigger than Don's waist, and as he kept increasing the pressure, he casually mentioned to Don that the last time he did a leg press, he pressed 1,500 pounds. Don was going crazy from the pain.

- "Not yet" was all the giant would say, "you haven't had enough yet", and squeezed a little bit harder. Goliath leaned back a little so that he could see the pain on Don's face. He knew that Don had had enough, and finally let go.

Goliath looked at the clock and said,

- "Well, I better finish you off, I'm running out of time." Don knew he was through. Goliath's last bearhug almost crushed him to oblivion, and that was at only 60% power. And to make matters even worse, the enormous muscleman was so unbelievably turned on by his merciless domination of Don. This was one of the other reasons why Goliath didn't wrestle guys a second time. Not only because of his tremendous size and strength advantage, but more importantly because he got so turned on by crushing his opponents that the more he did it, the more excited he'd get, and the more he'd hurt them. He'd simply lose control of his body. With his tremendous strength, one hold could crush an opponent to death if he didn't watch it. Knowing this, Goliath always started off controlling himself, but the longer the match lasted, the worse he got, until he reached a point of no return. This looked like where he was at right now.

Don looked up at the giant. His entire body was pumped up. His crotch was huge, his hard-on bulging out, showing Don for certain how turned on the huge wrestler was. Goliath went into a double bicep pose, his 24½-inch arms looking even bigger, if that were possible. His arms came down and picked Don up to stand in front of him. Goliath grabbed his wrist and swung him first into the turnbuckle, then into the ropes, and as Don bounced off of the ropes in what he knew to be certain death, the bell rang. Time was up. All Don could say was, - "Thank God."

He was saved.

Don came off of the ropes with relief written all over his face. He came crashing into Goliath, who yelled,

- "Fuck the clock, I can't stop now!" The giant had reached the point of no return. He was so completely turned on by now that he couldn't stop until he finished Don off. Goliath ripped his trunks off to let his cock free. It was so huge and pumped up. He ripped Don's trunks from his helpless body to reveal that he too was excited. Even despite all of the unbelievable abuse to his body, Don was turned on by what had happened to him. The look of relief immediately turned to one of tremendous fear as he looked into the blank eyes of Goliath. Goliath squatted and picked Don up into his front bearhug waist and began squeezing and squeezing and squeezing. Don's body was being crushed into the massive body of the giant. He was struggling and fighting for his very life, and kicked and beat at Goliath, but Goliath didn't even feel it. Don started to see stars and mercifully, Goliath let him go. Don collapsed to the mat and Goliath said,

- "That wasn't 80% because you couldn't possibly take it so you wouldn't have been around for 100%, so I'm saving you for my final bearhug, but not quite yet."

Goliath turned Don onto his stomach and lay on him in a rear body press, crushing Don into the mat with his body. Then he lifted Don a little until he was on all fours, sat on his lower back and locked on a figure 4 leglock around his waist. He leaned forward, crushing Don helplessly to the mat with all 355 pounds on top of him. Goliath knew that Don couldn't possibly take much more, so he released him, rolling him onto his back and lying somewhat gently down on top of him in a kind of dick on dick press. Goliath said,

- "That's it, I can't wait any longer." He climbed off of Don and lifted him into place between his massive arms, fitting snugly, almost like a glove, into his best, favorite and most powerful of holds: a final, unbelievable front bearhug around the waist. Goliath was wasting no time, but wanted to savor every moment so he started to squeeze slowly at first, but quickly increased his strength until Don was struggling for his life. Goliath kept it up, adding more power. Don was crying and screaming and begging, but Goliath paid no attention to him. It was like he couldn't or wouldn't hear him submit. Don vaguely remembered hearing him yell out 70%, then 80%, and remembered very little after that. Goliath kept slowly increasing his strength until Don finally went limp in his arms. But this didn't stop the crazed giant, who kept squeezing even harder. Five more seconds and Don would be dead, having had all of the air crushed out of his body by the tremendous strength of Goliath. Still holding the helpless, lifeless body in his arms, Goliath started to come. That signalled the end, that was what he waiting for, and he let Don go to fall unconsciously to the mat.

Don felt cold water trickling down his face and, still in a daze, began to realize that he was still alive. With very blurry vision, he looked up to see Goliath standing over him, pouring water over his face to revive him. He helped Don sit up and waited for him to recover a little. He said,

- "A nice, long shower will help you recover quickly." The giant gently lifted Don up and carried him into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Goliath was like a completely different person now: kind, caring and gentle. He was terribly concerned about Don's condition. He said, meekly, "I guess I got a little carried away again."

Don weakly said,

- "No shit!"

Goliath helped Don into the shower and supported him while the hot water started to help him recover. After about 15 minutes, Don was feeling much better, considering that he was unconscious for almost a half hour. Goliath lathered him up which quickly turned Don on, and then Don did the same for Goliath, which had the same effect. Standing in the shower, both with hard-ons, both lathered up with soap, Goliath gently picked Don up in a crotch bearhug, gently squeezing him into his own body, feeling their cocks crushing together against each other's bodies until they both came, almost at the same time. They lathered again and rinsed off, then proceeded to slowly dry each other off.

As Goliath wiped off the last bit of water from Don's body, he asked him,

- "Well, are you ready for round two?"