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We had met before but for whatever reason the boy seemed more nervous this time around than he had the first time. In our correspondence leading up to this play date he had been nothing but enthusiastic without a hint of reservation. Now that I was there the enthusiasm seemed to have vanished. He wasn't backing out but the list of things to do before we played seemed to be ever growing. I found the anxiety endearing , there was an intoxicating cuteness in the way he was trying to delay the inevitable torture.

"Excuse me, I need to put away my laptop," he said. He made somewhat quick work of it however the laptop wasn't really in the way of where we were going to play. "Would you mind if I brush my teeth?" came next and off he went. A moment later he returned and got back to the unnecessary tidying.

As he ran around like a chipmunk trying to get every last nut as the first snows hit the ground I casually changed into my singlet, making a bit of a show of dropping a lifting belt on top of my bag. I sat down on the hotel bed and quietly patted the spot next to me. He sat down sheepishly and we began our negotiations confirming that he actually did want to be made to beg.

"You do know that would require me to ignore a few taps?" I said as more of a statement of what he was getting himself into than a question.

I could see the gears working in his head, almost jamming like his rational brain wanted to say no but his dick was shouting over it, "oh GOD YES!"

He moved up on the bed timidly in nothing but briefs and I observed his small form, he couldn't have been more than 5'5 at 130lbs. I'm currently in the 190lb range just under 6 feet and found myself a little concerned for the guys safety. Of course I knew from our previous meeting that he was less fragile than he looks. Still, his apprehension was well justified.

I lifted him into a seated position so I could lay my left leg behind his back and he reclined back onto it. He was still visibly scared so I gave him a little warm up squeeze to remind him that I had no intention of.... damaging him. He let out a little moan and increased the pressure.

I don't know the exact moment but sometime within that first long but gentle squeeze I realized that I had become hard. I looked down to the boy's shorts and realized that he was getting hard as well. Perhaps that's what came over me or perhaps I was simply not content to be gentle, I wanted to see him not just hard but really scared.

I increased up to about 50% of my squeezing capacity and his eyes widened in surprise. I could feel my face muscles tighten into an involuntary grin which I'm sure was read as malicious. His hands flew down to my top leg and started to push in protest and every time he did I gave him a threatening pulse of power. When his pressure backed off so did mine but only back to that 50%.

After a little torment I decided that I needed to pace myself so I released my legs and came on top, wrapping my arms around him and then drove my weight into him as I squeezed. This wasn't as satisfying on the hotel bed as it had been on my mats but he complained none the less.

Feeling that the ground bearhug wasn't quite doing what I wanted it to I went for my signature body triangle from the back and grabbed his legs and hugging them toward me pulling my calf deeper and deeper into his diaphragm. The loudest moan of the night so far escaped and faded into a choked exhalation. This was the first moment of real panic. His arms flailed a bit and I held out for a moment longer so that he would know that I was indeed in charge.

I switched to another cross body scissor and threw my arms around my legs in a cross body variant of a scorpion crunch. His eyes went as wide as they could go and his head rolled over to face me. His eyes had watered and looked doe-eyed and desperate. It took great effort but he managed to let out a pitiful, "please". My heart melted but my grip didn't let up even for a second, the boy wanted to be made to beg afterall, didn't he? I let off a touch to acknowledge his request but then I gave him 15% more power than before inspiring him to once again push against my legs in panic.

There were more please of sweet release but they only inspired a deeper sadism. After the third or fifth plea I moved my legs onto his chest causing him to moan, to beg to be released but I was lost in love with that look of pitiful terror, getting harder with each request for mercy.

That was exactly what he asked for next, mercy. The kind version of me returned a bit but the dark hulk was still smashing in my mind. I hesitated a bit longer before granting him a break.

In that pause he said that he was really enjoying that pulsing I was doing earlier. I made a note of that and committed to incorporating it once we started again. I too needed a moments break so I lay across him sideways, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my ribs into his side. I locked my grip and squeezed. I changed my footing so that most of my weight was bearing into him as my arms pulled him deeper into my body.

When I felt good and recovered I went to my bag and grabbed the lifting belt. I wrapped it around his chest as tight as I could, brushing off the complaints of pulled chest hair (should have worn a singlet damn it) and secured it down. I returned to squeezing his guts, not having to work so hard as the pressure could no longer diffuse into his chest cavity. I pulsed as requested but every time I did I increased my pressure by 10 lbs but only released back 5, constantly making him take more and more. My knees popped and I could feel my peroneals cramping and tearing a bit from trying to maintain my ankle grip. The sadistic beast in my head didn't care. Suffer suffer SUFFER was all I could think of.

His cock had become noticeably hard and mine was creating an undeniable wet spot on the front of my singlet. He looked at me again with those watery eyes and asked, "Please" this time barely a whisper. I pulsed in reply. "Please" again and I responded with pure evil. "Please" now almost too faint to hear and I gave him a very long, hard squeeze in reply.

I don't know if he was even aware at how much his hands were pointlessly pressing against my legs, slipping over my quads, unable to move the solid steel from his gut. He wriggled and squirmed aimlessly.

"Please...."

Squeeze...

"Please..."

Squeeze...

"Please..." this time almost a sigh.

His hands grew slower and weaker, now more just lightly brushing my quads. My legs very slowly straightened till all my tendons popped in protest. I heard the slow rush of air from the boy but there were no more words to say. What little breath he could catch was shallow and probably didn't offer him any relief. He was giving up on getting any air, he knew he wasn't going to. The little gaspy breaths were more of a habit than anything. He was trapped and sinking off into darkness.

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Senaste redigerade 2018-11-30 02:39 av ChrisWrestling; 0 kommentar(er)
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To start off I will say that I am a personal trainer. The first thing to understand is that we have 3 types of muscle fibers, type I, type IIx, and type IIa and so we should consider what is the most applicable type to train for bodyscissors. I'm not going to say that you should aim for more type IIx or IIa but for the sake scissors type I are not applicable. Type I are defined as being low resistance and use oxygen to create energy. They almost never tire but they have no applicable strength. These are the muscle fibers we use when we run or do jumping jacks or other activities which have low resistance but high rep output. Type IIx are bulky muscle fibers which use muscle sugars called glycogen as their primary energy source. They produce a lot of CO2 and don't process energy well so they tend to burn out fast. These are great for getting someone to tap out fast but for long scissor torture they will cause you to tire quickly. Type IIa are type IIx except that they have developed more mitochondria which helps them process energy better and get rid of waste more efficiently. These muscle fibers behave more like a blend of type I and IIx.

To understand muscle contraction I'd recommend looking up sliding filament theory on youtube. It's better to see it than to have me describe it. What you can gather from that is that we only get strength within the range of motion we train so it's important when designing your program that you consider the full safe range of motion that you train. Some exercises will only work a partial range of motion like a dumbbell triceps kickback (depending on the elbow joint's relationship to gravity parts of the exercise will have no resistance in the triceps). Also keep in mind that over-training some muscles while not working the opposite can create muscle imbalances (such as working the quads more than the hamstrings can alter the front to back tilt of the pelvis creating low back pain).

For straight scissors, as mentioned in my last post, the power of a scissor comes from the straightening of the legs, driving the heels away, not from the squeezing of the knees together so focusing on hip adduction exercises, especially in the seated adduction machine is not going to generate a significant amount of added power to your scissors. The power of a scissors starts from a solid lock at the ankles which is a achieved with an isometric (non moving) contraction of the anterior tibialis (the muscle on the front of your shin), a straightening of the knee (shortening of the quads), the shortening of the adductors, and internal rotation generated in the medial glutes with stabilization of the knee through the iliotibial (IT) band via a flexing of the glutes.

For specific exercises I will be linking youtube videos as well as describing exercises.

For the anterior tibialis you can use a cable machine or elastic band. Anchor your elastic band and then hook it over your foot, moving closer to the hard point to lesson the resistance and further away to increase it. Obviously if you point your toe away from you too far the band will fly off but that's ok because for our purposes we want to be working from just past 90 degrees on one side and coming as far into dorsal flexion (toes to your nose) as possible. We don't have to go super heavy but we want to spend as much time under tension as possible to build more endurance in the muscle.

Here's one of my favorite exercises for the quads. I like this one because your quads work under high load for a very long time without a break again building up endurance.

Eccentric high steps. I don't like this guys form. When you go up and down imagine there is a string attached above your sternum and it is pulling you straight up and keeping you up when you go down. Try not to let your knee travel past your mid foot. Take as much time as you can coming down to the ground. When picking the height of your step put your leg on the step and look at it, it should be 90 degrees or slightly below. You don't want your knee to be at an acute angle.

Now, yes, squats are great, do squats just try to spend as much time in motion as possible, avoiding pauses at the top and bottom.

For your adductors:
I like this movement because it's a relatively safe way to hit the adductors in the anatomical position.

You may also incorporate the seated hip adduction.
For both these exercises you should focus on time under tension and potentially incorporate in isometrics by holding for 10 seconds in various positions.

To work on your internal rotation you can place a foam roller between your legs, bend at the knees to 90 degrees, put ankle resistance bands on your ankles and pinch your knees together as your bring your ankles apart. The bands could the therabands or the bands that Velcro around your ankles.

Weighted bridges and sumo squats would also be good to add.

To increase your endurance start incorporating high rep high speed exercises
Like plyometric high steps

Jump squats
Plyolunges
Drop lunges with heavy weights and high reps
Kettlebell swings (not American style, that has fewer reps per minute)
Shuttles (maintain a low squat while shuttling)

I would design my program by supersetting two exercises, doing 3-5 sets of 12 reps with progressive overload to near failure with 3 minutes rest between sets. Then go to your next superset of two exercises. Get through all your movements. Spend a couple months focusing on building strength doing legs no more than twice a week (not neglecting the muscles not relevant to scissors). In this phase only lift slow and heavy, maybe adding in isometrics (holding exercises). Then spend 6 weeks working in a 20 rep max for 4-5 sets with 90 seconds of rest between sets. Then start going easy into high rep lower resistance exercises like the jump squats hitting 20 reps without pausing. Work your way up to doing high intensity circuits and shortening your rest periods. After a few months start supersetting your heavy lifts with your high intensity lifts starting heavy then doing your plyometrics, then resting. This helps your type IIx become type IIa.

When it comes to bulking and cutting understand that when you cut you lose muscle mass and that includes cardiac muscle. There are no peer reviewed credible studies showing that bulking and cutting increase your gains more than just building gradually. Likewise there is no scientific evidence that eating excessive amounts of protein increase muscle size or strength but excessive protein consumption has been shown to increase the risks for kidney problems, gout, and certain types of cancer especially when a protein supplement is involved. If you must take a protein supplement check out it's rating at www.labdoor.com before you buy. Supplements are not checked by the FDA and are only pulled when the FDA is able to link the supplement to a series of health complications or deaths in a number of people typical of government efficiency. Your muscles use predominantly glycogen which is a muscle sugar when you work out, it is important that your muscles are properly fueled before your workouts and you replenish your blood sugar by consuming carbs immediately after your workout. Your daily carb intake should be between 50-70% of your caloric intake, protein 15-30%, and fats, 10-30%. To calculate your caloric need multiply your weight by 10, then multiply that by your activity factor: sedentary 1.2-1.3, moderately active 1.4-1.6, and active 1.7-2.0. To figure out your macro balance multiply your caloric need with your macro percentage. To convert that to grams divide your protein and carbs by 4, fats by 9. If you are more active you may consume simpler carbs, if you are sedentary try to stick to fiber rich complex carbs. Aim to keep your simpler sugars to right after your workouts. If you are sedentary keep your carbs closer to 50%, if you're more active go with a higher percentage.

This was longer than I wanted. Again if you have questions feel free to post them here or message me directly. Thanks

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Senaste redigerade 2017-11-16 07:20 av ChrisWrestling; 0 kommentar(er)
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Ok, so if you feel like this comes across as pedantic... well suck it up buttercup. Here is my long winded explanation into getting the most powerful scissors you can. Someday I may do a video version but til I get a volunteer this will have to do. As many of you know I am a switch when it comes to really any kind of sadomasochism, which, frankly, is exactly what everyone in this group is here for. You either like hurting someone with scissors or you like being hurt. Well, here's how to get the most out of it. I will give the caveat that some of what I say may not be applicable to live rolling. I will do another post soon on training your muscles for scissors, I am a personal trainer and I have given this lots of thought.

So many guys go out of their way to get wrestling boots, wrestling shoes etc and they claim this is for leverage. The main weakness of all scissors is the ankles and anything you do to support them will give you a stonger scissor. With all scissors you want to keep your feet flexed, never pointed. If you feel your calves cramping it's because you're pointing your toes. I suspect the habit to do so is to give the ankle more structural strength and you feel like your anterior tibialis (on the front of your shin) isn't strong enough to provide that strength. If your calf is engaged it means your A.T. is not. When talking about muscle engagement remember that if a muscle on one side of a joint is shortening, the other is lengthening. In order for your calf to engage your A.T. has to disengage.

In a straight scissor, regardless of type not only should you keep your "boots on" (meaning keeping your feet in the boot "L" shape) but you should think about pushing your heels away. A lot of guys have this tendency to do a hamstring curl and draw their heels closer to their bodies to squeeze in. The problem with this is that the glutes and quads are the primary movers for getting a good squeeze on. The hamstrings are the antagonist muscle to the quads, so when the hams shorten to pull your heels closer to you your quads relax and allow the legs to bend. This also hinders your glutes from engaging leaving all the work to your adductors which are relatively small muscles on your inner thigh. These are your Susan Sommers thigh master muscles. You'll find that if you rely on these muscles your inner thighs will be very sore the next day. I'm not saying that they won't be sore the next day otherwise, but more so. Also, you'll find yourself getting burned out in your squeeze session sooner if you use this technique. I'm guessing in 1/10th the time vs driving your heels away. Now, some guys in a side to side (where the top leg goes over the gut) scissor will lift their hips off the ground and turn into their victim. Within reason I don't see why not, what it does is put more weight into their diaphragm.

On the side to side scissor both having your victim face up or face down has it's merits. You get to see their face and bulge if their face up, you have the potential for more squeeze face down. If a person is face up, their spine creates a solid platform for their body weight so your legs alone provide the squeeze, if they're face down their bodyweight is being pressed into the bottom leg with the top leg bearing down more. The difference is pretty minute but they should feel the difference. Also it makes it easier to keep pressure on even when you're not squeezing. I actually had a guy today pick up my legs when I was on my back and start to fold them toward my face while in this scissor (face up) and it placed more pressure on my diaphragm making it harder to breathe. It was quite lovely.

In the side to side scissor we really want to avoid placing our legs on the hips because they are hard and inflexible. You're fighting a losing battle against solid bone and it won't be comfortable for either of you. You either want to be centered on the gut or centered on the chest. I have had guys place their knee on my solar plexis (base of the sternum) because they know that's the worst place. Here's the thing, even though you're being evil and sadistic you want your training partner to come back, you probably even like the guy. Pressing into the solar plexis makes you nauseated and could lead to injury, neither one motivates me to want to play with you so please don't. I have seen some guys go diagonal across the ribs and over the shoulder, this might have some merit to it but may also have some added risks, I'll get back to you on that one.

Front to back or back to front, I don't seem much of a functional difference between them. Because of the tapered nature of the body your legs are usually going to funnel toward the waist with part of your thigh on the ribs, part right above the hip. You can hike yourself up and place your legs high on the ribs. Be careful with this scissor in general (regardless of high or low placement). The ribs can flex a lot more in this position which is fun and more painful but because of this added range of motion the risk of injury goes up quite a bit. Try to let go of this scissor slowly and gradually. If you come off it fast the ribs will explode back into position. I don't know if it will cause injury, what I do know is it's a shocking experience and not in a good way. With this scissor try to keep your legs as close to perpendicular to your partner as possible. The more you angle them the less squeeze you get and a lot of time you'll end up on the hips which limits your ability to squeeze at all. Also, when you extend your legs away from perpendicular to your opponent's torso, because of the grip you have on them, you end up causing spinal flexion or extension depending on your position. With enough force you could feasibly paralyze your opponent or cause damage to the spine and they aren't even getting a good squeeze out of it so what's the point?

Some people will also, from this position though some can get it in the side to side scissor, reach their arms around their opponent and their own legs, lock their hands (gable grip, please, no broken fingers) and straighten their arms. I've heard this called a scorpion crunch. This is a good technique especially when your legs are tired. It increased your force production by a significant margin (I'm guessing 50% though maybe I'll measure it someday). With great power comes great responsibility, don't go breaking someone's ribs. If this is placed centered on the floating ribs it could possibly cause vomiting. I haven't had issues when it's place high or low though. Because of the great pressure from this one be sure to let it off slow so as not to terrify your partner.

Ok, the body triangle. This can be hard for many people to get on. For the sake of ease, let's call the left leg the locking leg, and the right one is the one going around your parnter's waist, sitting straight across their gut. Because of the nature of this unless you have very long legs, you'll probably not get it on the ribs. When locking it on, lean to your right if you are in back mount (seated behind your partner) or you can turn to your right if you're in top 4 quarter. By turning to the right you can get your leg further across making it easier to lock your left leg on. When you square up it will cinch down a bit. Make sure your right foot is tight right behind the bend of your left leg, if it's on the calf you don't have a body triangle and it will be mostly useless. Again, like all other scissors, your right leg should be flexed, never pointed (boots on).

Make sure your right ankle is not on the left hip because you won't be able to squeeze and this actually kind of hurts in a not so much fun way. Likewise you don't want your right knee riding up on the floating ribs as this will cause cartilage damage which will get reinjured every time that person rolls. We like our jobbers better when they continue to play with us.

To tighten a body triangle move your left leg away from your opponent. This drives your left quad more into their side. Flex your leg muscles. Flex your right foot up as hard as you can. You can also reach around your opponent and grab one or both legs and start to bearhug them into you. Again, this moves the pressure up into their chest.

On the body triangle people are tempted to arch their hips. This moves tension off of the core of your victim and onto their hips. Doing so also puts a staggering amount of tension onto the low back. If you go belly down and do this the odds of breaking the spine becomes fairly high. Again, we don't break our play things.

And that's it for this post. I'll do one later on training your muscles for it. Keep in mind that scissors are more about endurance than blunt strength. You want to wear your opponent down. If you end up squeezing me know that I can take more than 2 1/2 hours to wear down in a scissor if you're just trying to make me suffer. I usually end up wearing out the heel, not the other way around. I'm one of many scissor sufferers like that so focus on the endurance game.

A quick set of tips on endurance. Focus on carbs the day before a play date. Creatine may help a little. Be well hydrated. Don't use stimulants. Focus on your breathing and don't always go 100%, especially early on. Utilize the body triangle and scorpion crunch when you're getting tired in the legs so that your victim continues to suffer while you recover. Think about your placement, a victim can take less on their chest as they can their gut so you can get the same misery level with less effort. Use knee ride (aka knee on belly) or scarf hold to take a break but not let them rest. Don't bother with mount because your weight becomes to spread out among multiple points to get the desired affect.

If you have thoughts or questions don't hesitate to message me.

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Senaste redigerade 2017-11-16 02:04 av ChrisWrestling; 0 kommentar(er)
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Wrestling gear

Ok, this blog is a bit overdue but I would like to give my thoughts on gear. First of all, it should be noted that I am a fetishist with deeply rooted opinions but hopefully this gives some people some good ideas of how they'd like to approach their wrestling wardrobe. I will exclude opinions on lutador hoods and wrestling shoes because hoods annoy me and I haven't experimented around with shoes/boots.

Singlets: First off singlets come in a few basic styles based on their cut, traditional high cut, FILA cut (which is lower in the neck and arm holes), and low cut which has the holes going down to the floating ribs (roughly). There are some fetish singlets which go all the way down to the hips and I don't recommend these for actually rolling because hands and feet are liable to get tangled in them and they could get torn or come off. I personally tend to prefer high cut for this reason.

The next thing I consider before buying a singlet is how the legs are finished. Some cheaper singlets like Rhino and the Asics unrestrained singlet use a silicone gripper elastic which will pull out hairs and stretch your skin. Matman and Brute use a rubber gripper elastic in most of their singlets which is more leg and hair friendly but will wear out over time. The elastic will still work but the rubber will wear away. Some singlets like the Asics snap down singlet, some collegiate, and other higher end singlets will have a nylon rib knit. I find this the most comfortable.

Singlets are commonly made from 4 different materials, nylon lycra being the most common followed by polyester lycra, nylon knit, and heavyweight nylon lycra. Regular nylon lycra is my favorite, it has more weight and is firmer than the polyester blend but not as restrictive as the nylon knit. I bought a nylon knit a couple years ago because I like the way it looks on your junk but I find that your balls are more likely to get banged while rolling, it doesn't move with you, and the arm and neck holes land in awkward parts of my body so I almost never wear it for rolling. I haven't ever bought a heavyweight nylon. So far I find the polyester blends to be a decent cheaper alternative to the nylon lycra singlets. There are other materials on the market such as neoprene, faux leather, rubberized lycra, cotton lycra and mesh. The mesh can be pretty good, I like my american jock mesh singlet and roll in it often enough and it holds up well enough. Neoprene, faux leather, and rubberized lycra are really for fetish only, they will not hold up with rolling.

You may be tempted to get a reversible singlet. Honestly, they fit and move like the nylon double knits and aren't that comfortable to roll in. I don't even wear mine around the house anymore.

If you're considering a printed singlet you want to go with one that is actually printed on the fabric, not silk screened. Silk screening will not hold up and will chip away over time. Printing on lycra is becoming more and more common so that is definitely a better way to go. Simpler printings will allow your body to shine through the singlet whereas busy prints will obscure your body.

When choosing a color for your singlet there are a few things to keep in mind. Bright colors like yellows and white will become transparent when you sweat. I'm not saying that's a good or bad thing, but if you don't want your butt crack or your pubes showing through you might want to go with a darker color. Matman makes their white singlet with the heavy weight lycra to prevent this. The Asics conquest singlet has this issue which is too bad because it is by far their most attractive singlet. That being said, how much do you want the character of the fabric to play with the look of your junk. A black singlet will hide moisture, and the outline of your junk and abs, and is by far the least revealing. Reds and light blues will show if you didn't get the last bit of urine off the tip of your dick before putting the singlet on. Bright oranges, yellows, whites, etc will show a lot of shadow so your body and junk will be the most visible in these colors.

Some of the fetish brands have some odd choices such as a genital pouch or poor seam choices. A pouch is asking for testicular torsion. When it comes to seams, and this is a big deal for me, you don't want a seam going right up the center front EVER for any kind of spandex clothing. These turn your balls into a camel toe or divert your junk down to one side or the other and never in an attractive way. Just don't do it! Some people like this cut because the seam also runs up the butt making the singlet go between the cheeks giving you a nicer ass. There are ways about getting that effect without destroying your junk in the process but this would call for a 3 paneled singlet instead of 2 which is probably the real reason they do it that way. It's not to highlight your butt, it's to make the singlet cheaper and that's not a good thing.

Moving on to compression tights and shirts. These are made from nylon lycra or polyester lycra. (I should note that lycra is the same thing as spandex or elastane in case you're reading labels and are looking confused) My main points on these are mostly redundant with what I said about singlets. Seams matter and most tights have the seam right up your junk, give those a pass. Instead look for one's with a gusset which moves the seams to either side of your junk, you'll be happier, I promise. When it comes to the waist, I prefer an elastic over a draw string. When I'm rolling I don't want the string to get out and get in my way. For shirts, I pay attention to the arm pits. If a shirt is tight and they put a seam in that goes around the shoulder you'll find that your arm pits get chaffed. Some brands do more of a baseball style shoulder and sleeve where you have 2 pieces of cloth, one that goes over the shoulder and one under. This puts the seam running the length of your side and arm so there is no seam scooping under your pits and your pits will thank you for that.

Vale tudo shorts. These really are more just compression shorts. They frequently have a place to put a cup and if you're playing with a rough partner this may be a good idea. Most wrestlers and BJJ guys are encouraged not to wear cups and the aren't allowed in competition. BTW, the only thing that makes NorthSouth position worse is a hard cup on your nose (it happened to me right after my nose was broken, it really sucked). I don't wear cups unless I'm kick boxing which basically translates to I never wear cups. They can shift while rolling and pinch your junk and that's not ok. Ok, I got off track, with vale tudo shorts you have a number of well respected brands which you can find at MMA Warehouse. I own two piranha brand vale tudo shorts. Their drawstrings are a bit long and their made in a way that my junk is pushed forward. I have yet to roll in them but I do feel like they may make you a little too exposed for safety. That being said, they're probably also designed for a cup. I have worn them several times when I wasn't rolling and they have a wonderful fit and I really do like them.

Speedos. I think we've all started in speedos for wrestling. I don't know how they became the go to for wrestling, maybe because pro wrestlers wear them. I like rolling in them sometimes because they certainly give you a good range of motion. They don't offer any protection from mat or carpet burns. I find because of their shape my balls are definitely getting crushed from time to time. Again, most older speedos were made from nylon lycra and polyester lycra is taking over. Nylon is more restrictive and tends to be tighter whereas polyester more or less molds to you. Because of this polyester offers less support and makes your junk look smaller. I don't tend to wear jammers for wrestling because they have less range of motion than regular compression shorts.

Jeans. I would never let jeans get anywhere close to my mats. Not only do they not offer any range of motion, they have metal rivets which can tear your mats. Don't wear them to the gym, don't wear them to wrestle. As for athletic pants, I find that limbs get caught in the material and that's no good. MMA shorts can be fine but I find some of the lighter and longer cuts can get caught on limbs. I have a weird off brand pair that appears to be a stiffer nylon and their a little snugger than my hyabusa shorts and they work way better. Some people do wetsuits from time to time, not only will these be too hot for any real wrestling to happen, they are expensive and won't hold up. Not to mention the huge zipper and zipper lanyard.

I was hoping this was going to be more fetish oriented but if nothing else I hope people find it helpful. I am always happy to share my thoughts on gear so feel free to ask.

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Senaste redigerade 2017-11-05 07:43 av ChrisWrestling; 0 kommentar(er)
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I didn't think much of Marc when I first met him, he was a bit of an ass. He kept his hair long and parted which seemed to be the official hair style of soccer players. Some pulled it off but it gave Marc an air of arrogance. He was the kind of guy who needed everyone to know that he was the alpha in all things. One might think that he might have grown out of it by his Junior year in college, one might be wrong.
We had a couple classes together and he still sat in the back corner of the room in all of them, trying to be as insignificant to the teachers gaze as possible. We all knew he was coasting through school on an athletic scholarship. You didn't get shredded by reading text books, especially if you had to spend five nights a week on the field kicking a ball around. Here we are, middle of January and he's wearing his soccer shorts in the halls of the school; shorts short enough that his balls might fall out... he'd like that I'm sure.
He had a clan of meatheads who followed at his heels like a pack of puppies. These were the kinds of guys who would lift up a girls skirts as they passed by. There would be a barrage of chortles that got louder the more the poor girl protested.
I stood in the line in the cafeteria, pointing at my choices of boarderline food that I was about to pay too much for when I heard the soccer douche mob enter the cafeteria. I rolled my eyes but their clucky laughter was distracting me and my tray was becoming more and more loaded with mushier food like substances. Uncomfortably I paid for my food as the annoyed complaints from another unfortunate girl began to crescendo.
What came over me I can't tell you, I blacked a lot of what happened next from my memory. What I do remember is no longer having a lunch and Marc staring at me, dumbfounded, covered in a collection of goopy mock edibles.
Now, you would think that a dumb jocky meathead like Marc would be too stupid to show any restraint, if that were the case I would not be here to tell you this story. He looked at me with what almost appeared to be respect. I had played a risky card. If he had struck me down right there and then he would have been expelled for sure. The school board could look past sexual harassment as long as it didn't lead to {removed} but striking another student, that's a different story, even for their star soccer player.
The gang was silent as Marc swiped some goop from his shirt with his index finger. He licked his finger and smiled at me. "Tastes like karma may be coming your way, little man" he said looking into my eyes like a hungry snake. His smile widened briefly and disappeared as he turned back to the food counter.

The next week was torturous. That look, those words, he meant to have his revenge. He knew that by making me wait for it I would be tormented by the persistent fear of what he was planning. By the time the day came I was almost begging to have it over with. When he came, he came alone.
I left school around eight and walked through the quiet streets which were poorly lit. I had almost forgotten about Marc and was rather relaxed walking down the dark but familiar streets. It was a good little town and the stars and moon provided ample light even in the late winter.
My hands were tucked into my jacket pockets when an arm reached around me, grabbed the zipper of my coat and unzipped it half way. Next, my coat was pulled halfway down my arms, pinning them to my sides. My legs were kicked out from under me and I was dragged through the open door at the front of his apartment.
He looked down at me fiercely, "Don't make a sound."
It was so damn cold and there he was in nothing but his jersey and uncomfortably short shorts. His level dropped and soon his knee was on my gut, his face in my face, his hands... on my balls.
"Don't worry little guy, I'm only checking that your balls are as big as you seem to think they are." He squeezed them fairly hard and my face showed anger, not pain. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was hurting me.
He picked me up with some ease, wrapped his arms around mine and started to squeeze. I didn't know what to make of what was happening to me or what I could do about it. My coat was still holding my arms uselessly to my side. I think I felt the pressure on my arms first. They felt suddenly tired like someone had tied a rubber band around them at the arm pit and the blood had stopped flowing a while ago. The tension my bones and joints was immense and I began to wonder if my shoulder would dislocate. My back cracked loudly at least eight times and the air was rushed from my lungs. I noticed another point of pressure, a smaller one. His penis had become hard and was now poking into my thigh. I couldn't believe it, Marc was getting sexually turned on by the idea of crushing me.
He took in a big breath, expanding his chest and then pulled his elbows back doubling the pressure on my ribs. My pride had lost, I couldn't hold in anymore, I cried out. I announced that the torture was working and gave him the satisfaction he had been looking for. His grip loosened till my feet found the floor and his hand migrated up to my head, holding it in place as he kissed me.
It didn't make any sense to me. Macho Marc, king of the quads, ruler of the meat heads kissed me. The super buff human meat sack was gay. All that harassing he was doing was a cover and for some reason he had chosen me to come out to.
The next moment I was on the ground and he was on top of me. I tried to buck him off but his feet were hooked behind my thighs and he stayed no matter how much I squirmed.
"You're ballsy, boy, I like that." He said with a toothy grin. "It's Jeremy, is it not?" He asked but gave no time to reply. "I've watched you for some time and I suspect you're someone else, someone I've been watching on Craigslist. If my intuition is right that bearhug was not all that horrible for you."
A look of shock registered on my face and he read me like a book. He never replied to my ads but I had posted some.
"I thought so. This is supposed to be your punishment so let me propose a game.... I'm going to see if you can take everything you suggested. If I'm right about you, then you're my new best friend, if I'm wrong, you'll know never to mess with me again."
Before I could speak he rolled me over so I was on top of him, trapped between his legs. He didn't snap them down on me, instead he ramped up the pressure and I moaned in discomfort. I could feel my penis start to get hard, every pulse a notable throb. He reached my pressure threshold in about 20 seconds and I thought he would just hold me there... he didn't. At 30 seconds I thought my ribs would break, at 40 my moan became a howl. The intensity stopped ramping at about a minute but he didn't grant me a second of mercy. He held it at that incredible pressure, his endurance was unbelievable.
Sweat began to bead on my forehead and he smiled up at me. In my insanity I smiled back. I couldn't help it, a long held fantasy of mine was being realized and he was more of a beast than I could have ever hoped for.
When his pressure finally released my ribs felt like they were going to explode. The springing back to their normal position was a startling experience. I was so in shock I didn't realize that I had been rolled to my back and now his legs were going across my abs. He straightened hard and fast and the pain was intense but not all that unpleasant.
"I've been playing soccer since I could walk. Even on days I don't practice, I lift, swim, and run so that when I find a little guy like you I can cut him in half with my powerful legs. Do you believe I could cut you in half little man?"
In a moment of pure insanity I cried out, "No!"
The power doubled. Maybe it tripled, there's no way to know for sure. It was like I was trapped under a car and suddenly a cow sat on it, or hell, an elephant. My legs began to feel hot and cold at the same time. For a moment I could feel my pulse in my gut but that feeling had faded. My breathing was shallow and labored and my panic was mixing with a high I can't describe. I thought about my toes, I think they went numb. His pressure varied but never went below miserable. Was my cock still hard? I couldn't say. I couldn't say if I was miserable or in heaven. It was the worst kind of awful.
Every second became an hour, perhaps real hours had passed, perhaps mere moments. I don't know, I was lost in my own world.
He repositioned onto my ribs and the clamp flattened me again, slower this time. My face flushed and my hands pitifully groped at his legs which felt like tight bundles of raw jute. Breathing was out of the question now. He kept on his murderous squeezefest. My useless attempts to push his legs off my chest became more like an elderly man swatting a fly in a dark room moments before dying from leukemia. A moment later the swatting stopped and was replaced by directionless twitching in my arms.
I have no idea how long I was out for but when I awoke he was wearing nothing but compression shorts and my neck was trapped between those horrifying thighs. My face was buried in his balls and he was precumming. He was more gentle on my neck but he gave me little bursts to remind me that he still had a lot of gas in the tank.
He squeezed a little. He squeezed a little more. He squeezed a lot and my eyes felt like they would pop in my head. That twitchy drunkness returned to my arms and my whole body shook in an electrical spasm and he would relax. Even when I regained control of my limbs I was too tired and high to use them. I didn't want out. I wanted to be buried in the brutal warmth of his legs for the rest of my existence.
After what seemed a millennia he rolled me off to the floor. He took my face and made me look into his eyes. "You belong to me now" he said sternly.
"Yes, I do" I replied.

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