Dan was working at his usual spot, the wax pot, turning out some fine jewelry for a new customer. He caught a small glimpse of someone in the backyard of the house next door. His pulse quickened, remembering about two weeks ago a moving truck parked in front of the house next door and a young man unloading it. He could not see very well, but it looked like the guy had an incredible build. Quickly moving outside to take a look over the fence, his heart froze in mid beat, his eyes froze and locked on to his new neighbor.

There before him was a man pushing a lawnmower, a shirtless god. He himself was a large and powerful man, and he had known bigger and stronger men than himself, but he had never seen a body like this, every tremendous muscle was crafted by the hands of a master. He was easily 6’4" 270lbs of bronzed muscle, his shoulders were half again as large as his own and the girth of his biceps nearly twice the size.

Seeing Dan look at him over the fence, he stopped mowing, smiled and started to walk over. Dan’s heart tightened even more, a wall of muscle was coming over to talk with him.

He extended his hand and said, "Hi I’m Paul."

Paul’s hand wrapped around his as if it was a child’s. Dan surveyed his body, a full six-pack, shoulders like a line backer with his pads on. As they shook, Dan watched Paul's two platters of steel muscled pecs flex and roll like waves washing across the ocean and crashing on the beach.

Snapping back to reality – "Oh hi, names Dan." Why are you using a push mower, with these acre sized lots you need a riding lawn mower. If you want, you can use mine till you get one.

"Naw dude, this lets me get out and catch some rays to keep a base tan."

Base tan, Dan thought to himself, Paul’s skin had the color of dark chocolate with almost a reflective quality with it stretched taunt across those massive muscles.

"Well, you would still get some sun and it would be a lot less work."

"No-no, you don’t understand, I want the workout. It helps me keep my 22" pythons rock hard," Paul replied.

"What do you mean pythons?"

Paul lifted his arms and flexed the most massive set of biceps Dan had ever seen in his life. Living flesh was instantly transformed into a living statue, a mass of gnarled and corded sinew. Dan’s knees started to weaken.

"You must be a body builder?" Dan asked.

"Yea, I do that, but I enjoy wrestling more, not the stuff you see on TV, but real wrestling." Paul put his arms back to his sides forming a perfect V taper from his six-pack waist to his massive chest. "You need a lot of muscle to make your opponents submit," with that he started flexing his giant pecs, causing them to bounce up and down as if playing a conga drum.

This caused all the blood leave Dan’s brain and go to other parts of his body, causing him to become lightheaded and make the wrong statement. "Yea, but wrestling is all show, no one can actually apply holds like that."

The expression on the Paul’s face changed instantly. "Well maybe I will show you sometime, got to get back to work now." He turned and started walking back towards the lawnmower.

Dan wanted to kick himself, his first chance to talk this muscle hunk and he blew it, probably forever. Walking back to the house shaking his head over such a blunder he was startled as someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning he saw Paul less then a foot from him. He could feel the heat radiating off of his body and see his chest expanding and contracting with each breath.

"I decided now was a good time to demonstrate one of the fun little holds I enjoy applying. It's called a bearhug."

With that Dan started to try to back away and Paul reached out and wrapped his fingers around Dan’s wrist in a grip that felt like his wrist was in a vice. Dan pulled back with his other arm and let his fist fly into Paul's six-pack. Smack. Now both hands were hurting, one from Paul crushing his wrist and the other from hitting a piece of corrugated steel.

"You should not to try things like that," Paul said, "it only makes things worse."

With that Paul gave a strong pull on Dan’s arm causing him to fly into Paul’s awaiting arms. Paul’s arms were greased with sweat and coiled around Dan’s waist and locked.

Paul’s steel blue eyes looked into Dan’s, and he said, "this is where the fun starts."

With that he slowly lifted Dan off the ground and into the air, arms like tree trunks started slowly constricting around his waist. Dan shot a hand up to Paul’s chin, trying to push his head back, but the arms closed steadily around his waist. Dan grabbed both of Paul’s biceps and tried to push the arms open, useless.

"You might as well submit now, rather then later. I am going to crush you, there is no escape."

Dan flexed his own well muscled set of abs to resist the pressure, but it only slowed the ever increasing pressure.

Paul heard a small groan of pain uttered from Dan’s lips and smiled. Paul flexed his platter size pecs, rubbing up and down Dan’s flexed abs, demonstrating his tremendous muscle control to his now hindered breathing victim. The air was slowly and methodically being squeezed from his lungs. The heads of Paul’s biceps enlarged and crushed against Dan's ribs. With each increase in pressure from the deadly coils tightening around his waist he lost more of his vital air.

While being held in the air and crushed Dan thought of possible escapes. He tried applying a nerve hold to the top of Paul’s traps, squeezing into the sensitive nerves would make anybody cringe in pain. Dan dug his fingers deep into the muscles of Paul’s traps, and felt the pressure around his waist ease just a fraction.

"Oh, you think that is going to be your escape do you?" Paul commented.

With that Paul started to flex his previously unprotected traps. Dan’s fingers were pushed up and out. Paul continued to flex them until they became hard as oak, impregnable to Dan’s grip.

The full crushing pressure was back around Dan’s torso and was still increasing. The pressure came to the point to where Dan’s chest could no longer expand, no air entered his lungs. He started to thrash about, pounding on Paul’s massive back and constricting arms. His thrashing slowed and his pounding became weaker as the strength was squeeze from his body within the bearhug. His arms hung to his sides as the final breath and strength was squeezed from his body.

The next thing Dan realized is Paul standing over him, extending his hand to help Dan up off the ground saying, "Man that was amazing. Man you are one hell of a stud."

Dan, still trying to get all his senses back, replied, "Thanks I think."

"Yea, I’ve squeezed a lot of studs before, but you are one of the few would not submit and say uncle, had to squeeze you out. Have not gotten to be able to use my full strength for a long time, most people say uncle at about half pressure."

Dan reached out and Paul pulled him up to a standing position.

"Hey thanks a lot, I can tell you are going to be one good squeeze toy to practice with," Paul said.