(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. ))

After a solid 3 minutes of torturing Eric in the Boston Crab, Rei finally released the hold, letting Eric’s body fall heavily to the mat. For a moment, the larger man stayed down, his chest heaving, sweat beading and running across his ribs. Rei straightened, breathing hard himself, his muscles slick and trembling with effort. There was no hesitation; however, he knew better than to let Eric recover. He stood over Eric for a beat, eyes tracking the rise and fall of Eric’s broad chest, the tension still running through every line of muscle as he fought the lingering pain. Rei tracked Eric’s body hair down the cut abs into the black briefs, where the sight of Eric’s bulging manhood made Rei grin. Eric had chiseled good looks. He was in incredible shape for a man his age, and Rei couldn’t suppress his feelings to share an intimate night with this hairy stud. First, though, he had to make sure Eric submitted to him after he played with Eric’s body. Then, he would enjoy Eric for the night. The thought pulled a half-grin from Rei, that mix of respect and mischief that came so naturally to him. “You don’t even know what you look like right now, do you?” he murmured, ”The way you fight through pain, turn it into focus…it’s something else. The harder you push, the more I want to see what’s underneath.”

Eric only let out a strained breath, still trying to push himself upright. “Less talk, more fight,” he managed.

Rei chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “See? That’s what I love about you, all focus. Totally immune to compliments. Makes the challenge even better.”

Then, with that glint of amusement still in his eyes, he stepped in close again, hooked an arm under Eric’s, and pulled him up into the next hold.

The transition was seamless; Eric’s own weight helped Rei haul him upright before twisting him into the abdominal stretch. Eric’s body arched under the pressure, his muscles flexing hard as Rei locked the hold tight. Eric’s body arched violently under the pressure. The hold torqued everything at once: his shoulders wrenched backward, his ribs forced open, his midsection stretched so hard the individual muscle bands of his abs stood out in stark relief. The tension shot through his obliques, wrapping around to his spine, every fiber caught between opposing forces. He could feel himself lifted and off the ground as gravity pulled him downward while Rei pulled in a different direction.

Rei adjusted his footing, hooking his arms tight under Eric’s for leverage, his quads and calves flaring as he pulled. His biceps flexed, veins standing out, the motion driving Eric into a punishing curve. “You should have tapped,” Rei said between breaths, voice even but edged with strain. “Now I’ve got to make sure you beg me for mercy and wished you tapped long ago.”

Eric’s teeth clenched hard, his breath ragged. The pain was a deep, tearing fire that radiated from his lower back up through his chest. His core, already battered from the earlier assault, trembled under the constant pull. Every time he exhaled, the motion only deepened the stretch, his diaphragm compressed against resistance. Rei crunched his core in together, tightening the hold further. The motion was small, but his hands and shoulders worked together to amplify every inch of torque. Eric’s traps and pecs stood out sharply, the muscle fibers in his torso twitching with the effort to endure. His fingers flailed, searching for any slack that wasn’t there. “Come on, Eric,” Rei taunted, the words cutting through the sound of their labored breathing. “I’m impressed that you’ve taken everything I’ve thrown at you, but every man has his limits. The more you resist, the more I break.”

Eric drew a shuddering breath and forced out a growl. “Not… a chance.”

Rei’s smirk flickered for a second, admiration cutting through his concentration. “All the more fun for me then,” he muttered, tightening again. The strain in Eric’s body was immense. Eric’s lats were stretched wide, his spine curved into a deep crescent, his obliques drawn taut like cables under tension. Pain rippled through every contraction. His shoulders burned, his lower back screamed, and his core felt like it might split from the constant pull. But he refused to break. Rei’s stance widened, his frame locked in perfect balance. His arms, chest, and legs all worked in unison, sculpted lines of effort and control. The sweat dripping down both men made their muscles gleam under the lights, each movement amplified by the sheen.

“Feel that?” Rei said through the strain, voice rough but steady. “That’s your body telling you to quit. To give in.”

Eric gritted his teeth and tried to force his elbows down in a desperate attempt to shift his weight. His abs quivered violently under the strain, every inch of him flexing to absorb the punishment. “You’ll… have to… break me first,” he said, his voice low but unyielding.

Rei’s eyes narrowed, and with a smirk, Rei responded, “That’s the plan.”

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Ethan started his message to everyone in dominant fashion. As he got up from his mount of Wyatt, he looked down at his Beta and grinned. Ethan knew Wyatt had no idea what he was going to do next and Ethan loved it. Ethan wanted to make sure that Wyatt could not get a second or third wind so He placed his right foot right next to Wyatt's head and slowly knelt down. Wyatt did what any man would do, seeing someone about to kneel on your neck and put his hands up to resist Ethan's leg; however, Wyatt was too weak to keep Ethan off. Ethan was able to finish kneeling on to his right knee with Wyatt's hands trapped underneath. "AckkkkAhhhhAccckkkk!" Wyatt felt the pressure of Ethan's leg across his throat and tried not to panic over the fact that his windpipe was clamped shut. Wyatt arched his back to try and force Ethan off, but again, Wyatt played directly into Ethan's hand. "BAM!" Wyatt collapsed as Ethan buried his right fist into Wyatt's abs. Having been weakened and softened from multiple moments of abuse, Ethan was able to strike deep and hard. A loud groan escaped from Wyatt's lips as he felt the fist of Ethan dig deep into his abdominal muscles. "You want to tap don't you?" taunted Ethan as he looked down at Wyatt. "You know the fight is over. You know you've lost. Now you have to decide, do I keep taking the punishment or do I just give up?" "BAM!" Wyatt felt another fist go deep into his abdominal muscles. "NNNNNUUGGGGGHHHHHH!" Wyatt could feel his soft abs completely give way under the force of Ethan. His once rock-hard cut abs were completely destroyed by Ethan. As Waytt looked up, he realized how humiliating of a position he was in as Ethan's large bulge was the only thing he could see. Ethan's question lingered in his mind. Did he give up and end it? Or did he take Ethan's abuse until Ethan decided to knock him out? Ethan had masterfully played Wyatt. Wyatt had to choose to swallow his pride and do something he'd never done: tap out or risk severe injury by taking whatever Ethan decided to dish out.

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) nnnnnhhhhhgah...grrr..." Liam grunted as Damion twisted the right fist that he caught forcing Liam back and around. Liam, no matter how hard he resisted, soon found himself in a dragon sleeper combined with an abdominal stretch. Damion's powerful left arm not only began constricting around Liam's neck, but also pushed Liam down and back pressuring his back as it was bent in the opposite direction it was supposed to bend. Liam thankfully practiced yoga resulting in a highly flexible body so while the bending was uncomfortable, it was not yet painful. Damion had rested his right hand on Liam's hip to secure the hold. While pressing down on the hip he stretched Liam's abs. Liam's abs were taut, his breathing highly noticeable as his abs expanded and contracted with every breath. Fans were in awe of Liam since it was noticeable that there was no panic. The cameras zoomed in on Liam's stretched out body and while the real time voting started trending more in Damion's favor, Liam's body was trending high. Female and Male fight fans were liking the visual of the Oregon Regional Champ's abs being flaunted and stretched for their viewing pleasure. The hashtags #bendhimmore# and #breakhim# quickly started trending as fans unleashed pics focused solely on Liam's abs.  Liam grunted out, "Appreciate the stretch help, my friend, but this is nothing compared to what I do myself. Show me what you've got, you weak ass punk!" Liam focused on breathing normally and started to think about ways he could get out of this hold. He knew he was not in trouble by any stretch of the imagination. Damion may have thought this stretch would start to break him down, but Liam could bend even more in many different ways. He had focused on flexibility to help him beat many fighters who loved to use submission holds to wear their opponents down. Liam had seen how Damion could bend his opponents, so while practicing yoga, Liam had focused on bending himself as much as he could. He had his training partners slowly bend him in all the different ways they had seen Damion bend people. Liam was confident that he could withstand anything Damion did to him. Damion slowly turned his head and stared at Liam and scoffed, "Not worthy." His voice was dark and cold. Liam could see the rage within Damion's eyes. Something told him this was only the beginning. He needed to get out of this and find a way to make room between them or Damion would start to break him in other ways.