I had stayed behind at my good friend's apartment, helping him clean up after his party had concluded and everyone else went home. There were so many beer bottles, a few with a little left in them, as well as tons of disposable plates and cups all over the place. I was still a little buzzed, but felt it was the last I could do to help Dan out.
"Thanks dude, You're the only one who ever helps clean up."
"No problem man, you know how to throw a party."
"I'm glad you had a good time. I thought you were gonna hit it off with Stacy though."
"I thought so too, but I guess she was just being a little flirty. She gave me the whole 'I have a boyfriend' routine even though there's no mention of him on IG. I just wish she'd say that she wasn't interested."
"Haha, that sucks!"
"Yeah. I'm keeping busy, it'll happen when it happens."
Except that it had been nine months since my last relationship ended and I have been striking out consistently since then. I was hitting the gym hard and was making some gains, but it didn't seem to make a difference in my romantic prospects.
"What have you been up to", Dan interrupted the pause in the conversation.
"Oh you know, work, gym, the usual."
"Oh really, I didn't even know you worked out." Dan answered with just a touch of acidity.
"Yeah man, been at it a while now, ever since college."
"How much can you lift?"
It was an odd question coming from Dan, who is 130 lbs soaking wet and has never been in a gym all the years I've known him, nor ever expressed an interest in it despite my asking him to go with me on a number of occasions. I hesitated in answering because I didn't even know if he would understand what a squat and a bench was and expected a generic answer.
"Uh, well I'm benching 315, squatting 405, and deadlifting 495 for 5 sets of 5 reps each."
"I don't know what that means, but it sounds impressive! I bet you could lift me up against the wall with one hand!"
"Yeah buddy, I sure can."
We laughed a little and wrapped up the cleaning. I went to Dan's bedroom where he kept all the jackets in a pile during the party and retrieved my jacket, the only one left, and then walked to the door. Dan was in the way.
"Good night dude, I'll hit you up tomorrow if there's anything going on."
"Sounds good."
He didn't budge though.
"Alright Dan, I need to get going before the Ubers start getting expensive."
He still stood there.
"Haha, earth to Dan, you there buddy?"
"I'm not letting you leave."
"Haha, you serious dude?" I had no idea what had gotten into Dan but to my buzzed mind it was really fucking hilarious.
"You'll have to move me out of the way because I'm guarding this door." He chuckled but tried to keep a serious face.
"Ok, no problem!" I grabbed Dan at his arm pits with both my hands and easily lifted him up. I was surprised by how light he felt.
"Where do you want to get tossed to?" I smirked.
Dan was lifted a couple of feet off the ground, his tiny body looking down at me. He was pushing a little against my shoulders but I had him easily secured.
"I bet you can't hold me up with one arm like you said before!" he playfully challenged.
I laughed and walked a few steps to the adjacent wall and gently pushed him there, then shifted my right hand to holding his neck, and removed my left hand. It was still pretty easy since I was holding against the wall.
"Satisfied buddy? You weigh like a feather, I could do this all day."
I had Dan hanging up for about 30 seconds. We were both laughing but Dan also had a peculiar expression on his face, I think one of satisfaction, despite the likely mild discomfort of having my hand around his neck pushing up. I was getting ready to put him down.
"Alright, I'm gonna put you down now buddy."
"Awww, come on man, this is so much fun."
"Well, I guess I could try something. How about lifting you up with no arms?"
"How are you gonna manage that, dummy?" he replied with a laugh.
I leaned in closer so that my well-developed chest was in contact with his small one, lowering him slightly first to achieve that contact. I then pressed heavily against him, securing him between my chest and the wall while letting go with my arm. He was now being held up by just my chest.
"Still having fun?" I chuckled.
"Fuck yeah, this is awesome," he replied, apparently the slight discomfort was outweighed by his enjoyment of the situation.
I kept him like this for a couple of minutes, and then I started increasing the force that I applied on his frail little body.
"Ooof, wow, it's getting a little hard to breathe," he gasped, my superior pecs cutting into him and making it harder for him to inflate his lungs.
"Try to get out of it buddy!" I countered. I steadily kept up the pressure, enjoying his increasingly reddening face. He started weakly pushing against my shoulders but it was like an ant pushing a tricycle, I barely felt anything.
After a couple more minutes of this, I noticed his resistance weakening quite a bit. Not wanting to hurt my friend, I eased up on the pressure but kept him secured against the wall.
"How was that, ready to get down now?" I chuckled.
I could tell that Dan was a tad worn out but what started as a perplexing situation where I was mainly motivated by getting home had now changed. I was getting into the spirit of things myself and wanted to have more fun.
"Yeah buddy, that was really fun, I didn't know how strong you were! I'm so worn out that I'm gonna sleep great tonight."
"Glad you had a good time," I chuckled in reply. This time, I was the one who just stood there.
"Hey dude, it's getting late, I don't want you to be waiting long for your Uber."
I still stood, applying gentle pressure to keep Dan against the wall.
"DUDE, I want to get down," Dan pouted.
"Then get down buddy." I found this hysterical for some reason and laughed and laughed. Dan took advantage of that and pushed against me with all his might, budging me slightly, he slid down a little before I readjusted, only now my pecs were on either side of his face instead of his chest.
"I love the feeling of your little head surrounded by my pecs," I countered. I then bounced each pec playfully while ratcheting up the pressure. I was having so much fun that it took 10 seconds or so to register that Dan was desperately tapping on my shoulder but once I noticed that I immediately stopped.
"Huff... that... was... wow... please... put me... down."
"Sorry buddy, I didn't mean to get carried away." I genuinely felt bad and immediately disengaged, grabbing Dan under his armpits and gently guiding him to the ground. He had been off the ground for a good 20 minutes at least.
"Oh no, I'm alright, haha. I haven't had this much fun in a long time." I could tell that Dan was a little tired but otherwise no worse for wear.
"Alright dude, I'm gonna escort you to your room, just in case." I walked just a bit behind Dan, in case he fell or something, but he walked at a normal pace to his room. Dan sat on his bed.
"I'm alright, really. In fact, I'd love to play some more. Just promise me to stop if I ever tap."
"Sure thing dude. What do you have in mind?"
"I've always wanted to wrestle, but being a little guy, I was too afraid to get roughed up. It's something that sort of stuck with me. Could you maybe wrestle me on this bed, but you know, not like full force?"
"I've never wrestled myself, but we can give it a go."
I took off my shoes and put my jacket down on Dan's dresser. I hopped on to Dan's King sized bed. He lunged at me, and I pretended that he knocked me down, so I lay flat on my back while Dan hopped on top.
"You're not good at this are you?" Dan chuckled.
"I could pin you down with one arm if I wanted to!" I laughed.
"Prove it!" Dan urged.
I grabbed Dan's neck with my right hand and easily lifted him off, despite being in a supine position, and then lay him with his back to the bed where I was lying before. He was wriggling like crazy but all it took was my one arm to overpower him. Next, I positioned my abs on top of him, and then pulled him down the bed with my right arm, until I was staring down directly into his eyes.
"I bet I can pin you without any arms!" I laughed.
I hooked both my legs so my hips wrapped around Dan's on the outside, while my feet went into the inside of Dan's legs and gently pushed out. I then let go of my hand and just let the substantial weight of my torso fall on Dan. My 240 lbs easily flattened Dan's 130 lbs to the bed.
"Having trouble down there?" I asked. Dan just laughed and continued trying to push me off, without success.
I pushed down with more force with my chest and started flexing my biceps. "I feel like Superman." I smothered Dan with my inflated pecs and felt him turn his head and try to buck me off. After a few seconds, I felt him tap my shoulder a few times. I kept my legs hooked around his but immediately used both of my arms to lift my torso off Dan (and the bed.)
"You okay dude?"
"Yeah, but you're fucking heavy. How did you ever get so big?"
"Just eating a lot and hitting the gym," I replied. "Ready for Round 2?"
"I..." before Dan could reply, I wrapped my arms, which looked monstrous in comparison to Dan, around his back. He's so small that I was easily able to grab my left elbow with my right hand my right elbow with my left hand. I then applied a sharp squeeze with a tiny bit of my force with my arms and my chest, squashing poor Dan within my muscled body. The air in Dan's lungs quickly escaped and he couldn't finish his sentence. I very slightly increased the pressure. "No need to talk buddy, just tap when you can't take it." I kept up my overwhelming embrace and felt little pops, probably Dan's ribs adjusting to the ever increasing pressure, but I was fairly certain that nothing broke and at any rate, Dan was still fully awake and not tapping.
"Let's stretch you out a little." I pushed my legs, which had been wrapped around Dan's, a little to the outside, easily forcing Dan's legs to follow. I moved slowly, trying to gauge how far Dan could stretch before he'd start to have trouble. At about a 55 degree angle, Dan tapped. I stopped, reset his legs to the starting position, then adjusted my feet to the inside of his legs again, and repeated the process. Dan tapped again at about the same angle, but I kept him in that position for a couple of seconds before resetting. "I think we found the spot." For fun, I repeated the process a few more times, Dan always tapping at about the same spot, and me holding him there for a few seconds before resetting.
This time, I stretched his legs just before the point where he would tap, then turned on the squeeze with my arms and chest. A few seconds later, Dan tapped. I maintained the pressure on his legs, but eased on his chest until I was just holding him in place. I then started squeezing again, and at about a third of my power, he tapped again. I let the hold linger at that intensity for about 10 seconds and then eased up again. I repeated the process, but noticed Dan tapping early. "Nah dude, I know how much you can take, you can't fool me!" I chuckled. I kept adding to the pressure until getting to about a third of my power and held it there for another 10 seconds, with Dan tapping the whole time, before I eased up again.
"Du..de." I sensed Dan wanted to talk, so I stopped squeezing. "Yeah bud?"
"I don't know... how much more I can take."
"Do you want a break? Do you want us to stop?"
"Yeah... yeah I think we'd better."
"Sure Dan." I said. I couldn't remember the last time I had so much joy, basking in my superior physical power, but obviously I didn't want to hurt my friend. Still, it couldn't hurt to do one LAST thing.
"Alright buddy, I can see that you're tired, so I'm gonna help you get to bed with a little move that's called a 'sleeper', you ever heard of it?" As I was saying this, I disentangled my legs and lifted myself off of Dan.
"Is that when you wrap your arm around someone's neck and cut off the blood flow to their brain?"
"Exactly, you're smart dude. Let's get it done."
"I... I'm not sure..."
"Nah man, you'll love it." I grabbed Dan from behind and lifted his chin up before sliding my meaty forearm around the front part of his neck, until I got the crook of my elbow under his chin. I could tell he was already having trouble, my right bicep swollen and probably bigger than Dan's head pushing against his squishy pencil neck. I then grabbed my left bicep with my right hand. In hardly five seconds, Dan was out like a light.
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"Hey, wake up dude. I'm bored!" I was tapping on Dan's forehead and his eyes finally opened.
"Huh? What...what are you doing here?" Dan was groggy and still trying to figure out what happened, so I figured I'd help him along.
"After I put you to sleep I went on the Uber app, but the nearest driver was 22 minutes away and then he canceled a few minutes before arriving. The next one isn't for another half an hour, so I thought I'd get some entertainment. Hope you don't mind," I laughed. I also knocked back a ton of beers that were left over in the meantime, and feeling more than a little buzzed.
"What..do you have in mind?" I could see a mixture of curiosity and fear on Dan's face.
"I loved you squeezing you dude, let's do more of that." I was feeling warm, maybe from the beers or from Dan keeping his apartment at 75F at all times, so I took my shirt off this time and hopped on Dan's bed. "Get over here, punk, haha." Dan was still lying on bed, his head on his giant pillow and covered under a couple of sheets and a blanket. I think he was stirring forward, but I had another idea.
"Or just stay put, I'll roll you up like a burrito." I easily picked Dan off the bed, with his blanket and most of his sheets intact, and wrapped each end of his blanket around him, only his head and some of his neck was sticking out.
"Let the bearhug begin." I wrapped my thick arms around the Dan burrito and gave a good squeeze at about half my power. It was not as tight a squeeze, because the blanket provided a cushion from my crushing force, but Dan wasn't going anywhere. I also didn't have to feel his bony ribs pressing into my flesh.
"This is pretty fun," Dan added. "I really like being hugged tightly but still breathing pretty normally. Cool idea, man." I ratched up the pressure very slowly, and while Dan's face got a bit redder, he was tolerating the hold just fine.
"Alright, let's try something new." I cleared out what sheets remained from the bed, then ripped open the Dan burrito and tossed him a little roughly on his King sized mattress. "Let's wrestle again."
I jumped on Dan's frail body and rolled him so that he was in a prone position, his belly on his bed and his back to me. I positioned myself so that I was lying right on top of him, flattening him to the mattress.
"I'm gonna get my leg hooks in now, like last time." I coiled my legs around Dan with little resistance and for a while I just lay there, putting my full weight on Dan. He was squirming.
"Feels relaxing, almost like sleeping, haha."
"Get off me dude." I heard, somewhat muffled.
"Make me Dan, put a little effort." I started pushing Dan's legs apart, this time though he started tapping the bed rapidly almost from the get go.
"If you tap prematurely, I'm not gonna respect the tap, and then you might get in real trouble," I chuckled. "Oh the things I could do to you..." my voice trailed off. I wrapped my arms around Dan while he was still pinned to the bed, locking my forearms around Dan's little chest and starting a gentle squeeze. "If I squeeze with all I've got, I can break your ribs like match sticks. You wouldn't want that?" Dan stopped tapping the bed and I felt him nodding a couple of times, though it was hard for him to move much since I was still lying with my full weight on top of him.
"That's right, dude." I whispered in Dan's left ear. "I can do whatever the fuck I want with you and you can only take it." I intensified my leg stretch and squeeze as I continued. "I control whether you're awake or asleep, whether you breathe or starve for oxygen." I squeezed harder than at any point I had tonight. "I can probably squeeze you to death like an anaconda, say it was a sex game gone wrong and get slapped on the wrist while you're reduced to warm food 6 feet under." I felt Dan go limp.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." I immediately got off of Dan and flipped him over. Relief immediately washed over me as I felt him breathing. "What the fuck was that?" I thought to myself. I had never had these urges before, and while Dan was a bit of an asshole to me all the time I've known him, I could never do something so horrible.
I waited about fifteen minutes until Dan came to.
"Fuck man, that was the most intense experience I've ever had. You're fucking wild dude." Dan laughed before he started coughing out of pain. "You weren't serious, were you?"
"No fucking way man," I laughed, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Besides, I want to keep you around for a long time. You're going to be my wrestling dummy from now on, and I still have a ton of holds to try."
"Oh yeah, like what?" Dan sounded genuinely curious.
"I can explain, but why not show you?" I lay flat on Dan's bed, then grabbed his head and stuck him to my crotch, my monstrous thighs wrapping around his tiny head.
"I bet these boys could put you to sleep real fast, and the sensation I can have wearing some sweatpants would probably be amazing." I quickly disentangled though, thinking that Dan has had enough for one night, and hopped out of the bed.
"Sounds good man."
Just then, my phone pinged and my Uber driver was apparently 1 minute away.
"Until next time."
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