An Untitled Series Part 2: My Job and My Jobber
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My name is Harry Nelson, and I work at a hardware store...well, I used to. It all changed on a summer Thursday when I told my boss I wanted to take the next day off for a wrestling event over in LA which I’d be participating in. I have a reputation for taking time off from work to do these kinds of things, and let’s just say it didn’t make my boss too happy.
“So what you’re saying, Harry, is that you wanna take tomorrow off for another one of your wrestling events?” asked my boss, Jared Grey. I started to sweat, hoping that my boss wouldn’t fire me.
“Jared, you’ve gotta understand. I—“I started to explain myself, but I guess Jared wasn’t really in the mood to hear it.
“Harry, you’ve got a job to do. This is the third break you’ve taken in the last three weeks, and it’s starting to get on my nerves. Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re an excellent employee when you actually work, but...I guess it’s time for you to move on. There’s another electronics store over in LA, so if you wanna go there, you can. But Harry...well...it pains me to say this, but...you’re gonna have to work somewhere else.” explained Jared. I nodded slowly and slowly got up, leaving his office. I tried real hard not to think about it, since I didn’t want it to plague me the whole time I was in the wrestling event, which I’d get to go to after all since I didn’t really have to worry about my job anymore.
A half hour passed as I left the building and drove over to my friend Mark’s house to tell him the good and bad news. Mark’s my wrestling buddy; him and me get together to wrestle, and we always have a good time. Even though I’m way bigger than he is, he never gets seriously hurt. I’m 6’5” tall and 220 solid pounds of half-fat, half-muscle under dark chocolate skin. I have short black hair and brown eyes. My arms are muscular and so are my legs, and my chest is pretty muscular and I have a big belly.
I arrived at Mark’s house, a decent-sized house with a single floor, a garage, and plenty of space in his house and backyard, and rang the doorbell. Sure enough, a few seconds later he opened the door and greeted me with a smile. He’s 5’10” and weighs 150 pounds; he’s kinda built, but I’m much bigger than him and can easily dominate him in wrestling matches. He’s got short, brown hair and a clean-shaven face. He was wearing a green t-shirt, jeans, and brown leather boots.
“Hey, how’re you doin’?” I asked him. He shrugged and opened the door, stepping outside and taking in a deep breath of the warm, summer air.
“Not bad. Can you make it?” Mark asked. I sighed and nodded.
“I sure can, but the thing is, I got fired from my job for it.” I groaned. “Don’t worry, though, we’ll have lots of fun. Right?”
“Of course.” said Mark, smiling and punching me in the gut in a friendly way. “I mean, I wish you had stayed behind and kept your job instead of getting yourself fired just to have some fun, but I guess it’s too late to change that. C’mon, let’s get our stuff and head out. I told Corbin that he could come if he wanted to, and he told me he would just as long as he didn’t have to wrestle and that he could go wherever he wanted in the gym.”
Corbin is Mark’s kid brother, whom
Mark looks after while the parents are away. Mark lives by himself (he’s 22),
and usually Corbin stays with Mark while his parents are away and even watches
us wrestle sometimes. Corbin’s only 5’6” tall (pretty short for a 15-year-old)
and weighs 118 pounds; he’s pretty tiny. He’s got brown hair down an inch or
two past his chin, and he usually wears a black shirt and white cargo jeans.
He’s a skater, which is pretty common in
Mark and I grabbed our stuff that we had packed the day before after I was released from work, and then we loaded it into the trunk of Mark’s car. Corbin appeared, mosh pit music blasting from his headphones while he listened to his CD player, not saying anything as he got in the backseat. Mark got at the wheel, and I sat in the passenger seat.
It was only about half an hour before we were in LA, and Mark drove through the streets, looking for the right hotel; the Marriot Hotel. I had been there once before; it was a pretty nice hotel. Sure enough, we found it quickly, and the next 20 minutes were spent getting our room keys (we got two rooms; one for me and the other for Corbin and Mark) and unpacking our stuff into our rooms. When all that was finished, Mark told Corbin to go off and have fun skating for 15 minutes while we take care of something. However, that “something” was a quick wrestling match.
Mark and I entered my room and shut the door, locking it. We both took off our shirts and stood facing eachother, barely enough room between the bed and the wall. I knew that I couldn’t really swing him around too much since there wasn’t enough room, so I just had to apply a submission hold and the match would be mine. Mark came straight at me, trying to grapple with me. Using my superior strength, I threw his arms aside, leaving his chest wide open for me to swoop down, wrap my giant arms around him, pick him up, and squeeze him into a bear hug.
Mark knew that he wouldn’t be able to escape this hold because I’m much bigger and stronger than him and could keep him in this hug as long as I wanted to. His feet dangled helplessly a foot or two above the ground, and his arms were dangling as well, my giant arms under his squeezing him against my big, muscular chest and my fat belly. Mark was of average build, but I could still feel his ribcage, which sort of pains me when I squeeze him real hard. I wasn’t squeezing that hard, though, so it didn’t really dig deep into my chest. Mark didn’t even try to struggle; he knew it was pretty much over for him. Once I knocked him out, but I decided to abandon that practice and just hug him real hard and then drop him like a rag doll. Mark kicked his legs a little, so I turned up the pressure a bit, loosening just a bit and then coming back with a harder squeeze. His upper body threw back in an arch, and he grunted. I smiled, starting to sweat a little. I had my victim in a powerful squeeze, and I wasn’t going to let go any time soon. My arms were starting to feel a little strain from both bear hugging Mark and holding him up in the air, but I felt satisfaction as his body was being squished against my huge belly and my huge chest, and there was nothing he could do about it. I grunted as I squeezed him a little harder. He could usually take a good squeezing before telling me that he’d had enough.
Mark must’ve been particularly strong that day, because I was squeezing him at about ¾ of my strength and he still managed to hold up. He managed to lift his arms a little, and looked down at me. His head was above mine because I was holding him up in the hug. He looked down and saw that I had him in a monstrous grip and that he was kinda high off the floor, that there was no way out of the hug. After about two more minutes, I eased the pressure a little, readying myself for the big squeeze that would be the finale of the big hug. Mark knew what was coming, and he breathed faster, knowing he wouldn’t be able to breathe once I was squeezing him really hard. At long last, I squeezed him with monstrous force against my chest. He now had trouble breathing, but I knew I’d just release him from my embrace soon enough. I felt so good, having my friend trapped up against my body in a big squeeze, being forced against me. I’m not gay or anything, in fact, I have a girlfriend, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with my friends. Finally I slowly let go of my victim, who dropped to the floor and almost fell over, but I caught him by his wrist.
“You okay, buddy?” I asked. Mark nodded and smiled.
“It always makes my day to get caught in one of your bear hugs, Harry.” gasped Mark. I patted him on the back and helped him towards the door. “I’m gonna rest a little bit; the drive made me weary, and that hug you put me in pretty much wore me out. I’ll meet you in the gym in about a half hour, so we can take a look around and see who we’re up against.” I nodded and helped him out of the room, shutting the door and walking down the stairwell towards the street.
A few minutes later I entered the shower room in a large bathing suit (I had to pass through the shower areaa to get to the pool) and decided to take a shower since hugging Mark had made me sweaty. No one was around, so I thought “what harm could it do?” I entered one of the stalls and closed the curtain, turning on the water and waiting for it to heat up. However, I heard the door open and someone walked into the room. Obviously this person was going for a swim and had to pass through here first. This mystery person walked over to the mirrors near my stall and examined himself, not even glancing at my stall. It was then that I realized that it was none other than Corbin. His medium-length brown hair was a bit messy and thick. He was dressed in nothing but a long black swimming suit that stretched down to his knees, revealing his slightly under built upper body, and it was then that I got an idea that could make it or break it for my friendship with Corbin. What I was going to do was a major risk, but it was one I was willing to take. Since hugging Mark wasn’t enough for me, I was going to bear hug Corbin. After all, no one else was around, so what harm could be done?
I gathered up my courage, and then slowly reached out of the stall and grabbed Corbin by the wrist. He jumped with surprise, not knowing why someone was grabbing him from inside a shower stall. I gave him a mighty pull, and then he was face-to-face with me, the giant juggernaut of a wrestler.
Corbin gave me a strange look, not knowing why I had pulled him into the shower. I shut the curtains, and then leaned forward (I had to bend kinda low since I’m much bigger than him) to apply the hold. The kid didn’t really know what was coming, but he figured it out real quick as I wrapped my huge arms around him Corbin looked shocked and tried to worm his way out of my grasp. I hadn’t picked him up yet or started squeezing him yet, but my grip was strong enough to keep him from escaping. Then I slowly picked him up off the ground, and he realized that he was now in midair, that I had lifted him off his feet and now there was really nowhere to go. I cracked a smile, and then gave him a squeeze. He stopped struggling and froze when I squeezed him. I relaxed the pressure a little bit, and then he started kicking his legs and pounded on my back. That didn’t stop me at all; instead, it just made me give him a short but tight squeeze. I closed my eyes as the warm water from the shower flowed down my back. Corbin’s body was a little bit cold, but after a good long bear hug from me he’d warm up real quick. After a little while of squeezing I just held him there in midair, because I could tell he had something to say. The room was still empty, so I didn’t really have to worry.
“Fine, I’ll let you hug me just this once. Don’t tell anyone, and don’t let it turn into a habit.” sighed Corbin. I smiled with relief, even though it’d be my only bear hug with Corbin. I squeezed him with a little pressure, knowing that he was small and couldn’t take as much as Mark could.
I felt immense satisfaction once again, looking Corbin up and down. I had this small little kid locked in an embrace between my two gigantic muscular arms, and he was being squished against my big belly. He didn’t seem to mind too much, although he had told me that he wanted this to be the only bear hug he ever got. I decided to make it fun while it lasted. Corbin was smaller than Mark, so he was really lifted high into the air. His feet were almost three feet off the ground. I stood like a giant tower, trapping Corbin against my body. I squeezed him a little harder, bending my upper body back a little. Corbin looked like he was having a bit of trouble, but I didn’t care. Just as long as I got to bear hug him, it’d be all right. He had stopped struggling at this point, partly because he had told me he was going to let this happen, and also because I had squeezed him enough to weaken him to the point where he was just my personal rag doll. I released the pressure a little so we could both catch our breaths. My arms were starting to feel a little sore from all the hugging I’d been doing that day. Corbin had been breathing faster during the hug, but now his breathing rate was back to normal. Corbin’s situation was a bit different from Mark’s, since he’s smaller; Mark’s head was above mine after I had lifted him off the ground, but Corbin was just an inch or two too high to be face-to-face with me. Finally I pulled my arms back in and squeezed him even harder, now going at about half pressure. What was half pressure for me though was about ¾ pressure for Corbin, as his upper body threw back in an arch and he grunted as he did that. I was starting to shake a little from having hugged Corbin for so long. Corbin’s body started to go limp, and the last thing I wanted to do was to knock out my best friend’s little brother and possibly injure him, so I slowly released Corbin and leaned him against the shower wall. Corbin gasped for air, struggling to stand up.
“Did you have fun?” I asked, smiling. Corbin managed to gasp out a few words.
“...like I said...don’t...make it a
habit...” choked Corbin. I nodded, showing that I understood, and left the
shower room, deciding to forget about the pool and just to go get dressed and
back to my hotel room. All that bear hugging had worn me out, and I was ready
to go sleep a little bit and then see the competition in the wrestling ring.