#dragon sleeper

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

Eric didn’t rush the follow-up. After dropping the headscissors before Rei went out, he went to work on setting up his favorite way to end a fight. Eric unlocked his legs and shifted his weight forward in one smooth motion, dragging Rei with him. Rei tried to post, but his arms lagged a half-beat behind his thoughts. Eric capitalized, rolling his hips and hauling Rei upright only long enough to reposition him, then dropping back to the mat while pulling Rei down across his thighs. Rei’s spine bent sharply as Eric seated himself behind him. Rei grunted as he was forced into position. It was clear that Rei was in a daze and nearly out. Eric tapped Rei’s cheeks a few times to keep Rei awake and focused. Rei merely answered with a moan. Eric threaded one arm under Rei’s chin and across the face, not crushing the windpipe but anchoring the hold deep. His other hand clasped behind Rei’s head, locking the dragon sleeper in tight. Then Eric leaned back and pulled. The effect was immediate and brutal.

Rei’s lower back arched hard under Eric’s bottom, vertebrae stacking into a painful curve as the camel clutch took shape. His abdominal muscles stretched long and tight, fibers straining to protect a spine being bent against its natural alignment. The pull on his neck compounded it, forcing his head back while his hips were driven forward, trapping his body between opposing forces. Rei gasped, breath breaking as pressure flooded his lower spine.

Eric adjusted again, widening his base and digging his heels into the mat. His thighs became a solid platform on either side of Rei, every shift increasing the torque. He pulled the sleeper tighter, forearms flexing, biceps hard as cable. Rei’s shoulders burned as the tension crept down through his upper back, nerves lighting up along his neck and spine. Rei’s hands clawed at Eric’s forearms, but the leverage was gone. His core tried to engage, abs trembling as they fought to stabilize a body being bent too far, too fast. The strain spread outward, obliques screaming, hips locked in place by Eric’s weight.

Rei’s breathing turned shallow. His face pressed into the side of Eric’s upper arm as the hold tightened, cheek and nose buried against skin slick with sweat. The smell hit him then, intimate, overwhelming, dominant musk of an alpha male. Eric’s musk overwhelmed Rei’s senses as the sharp, salty bite of exertion filled his lungs when he tried to inhale. It made breathing harder, added to the sense of confinement, and the feeling that the space around him was shrinking. Eric leaned back another inch. Rei tried crying out, but the sound was so muffled it sounded like a moan that was cut short as his lower back spasmed. The pressure wasn’t a single point of pain now; it was everywhere at once, neck, spine, core, all pulled past tolerance. His vision blurred at the edges as he fought to stay present.

Eric held him there, steady, relentless. He could feel Rei’s muscles shaking beneath his grip, strength bleeding out in small, uncontrollable tremors. The sleeper stayed locked, the camel clutch unyielding.

“You’re done, Rei. Lick my pit in submission,” Eric said quietly, tightening just enough to make the message clear. “You can’t tap, and you can’t speak loud enough. The only way you end this is by licking my pit before you pass out.

Rei’s resistance slowed, breath ragged, body still fighting but no longer cleanly coordinated. His head was swimming with Eric’s scent and feelings that only became stronger the more Eric dominated him. He loved fighting. He loved winning, and he had hoped to beat Eric so he could have his way with Eric, but Eric was stronger. Eric was more powerful, and Eric dominated him in ways that turned Rei on. Rei could feel how aroused he was. He wanted Eric to beat him. He wanted Eric to take him, and he wanted Eric to have his way. It confused Rei because up until now, he had never really felt this way about another fighter. He enjoyed erotic matches. He had won most of them and topped many men, some as big or bigger than Eric, and he had lost a small few, which meant he was forced to be the bottom, but none of them gave him this feeling. Rei wanted to show Eric just how durable and worthy he was. That is why he had endured while trying desperately to fight back. He still felt that way now. He felt that he wasn’t finished yet, but he was close. The hold had him bent, stretched, and pinned, every second draining more of his ability to escape. Still, Rei struggled to escape. To prove to Eric that he was worthy, while at the same time wanting Eric to finish him off and start sexually dominating him. 

Eric tightened the hold one last time, not by yanking or jerking, but by settling. His weight sank back, thighs braced, spine aligned, every muscle doing exactly what it was trained to do. The camel clutch locked fully in place as the dragon sleeper cinched down another fraction, burying Rei’s face even further into his hairy, sweaty, steamy armpit. Rei’s back bowed into a deep, merciless arc. The pressure in his lower spine spiked, vertebrae compressed and pulled at once, muscles along his lumbar region spasming as they tried and failed to protect the joint alignment. His abs stretched thin and useless, already exhausted, no longer able to brace against the bend. Every attempt to engage his core only fed more tension into the chain of pain running up his back. Then the sleeper tightened.

Eric’s forearm pressed in across Rei’s face and jaw, his bicep sealing against the side of Rei’s head. Rei’s cheek was forced hard into the hollow beneath Eric’s arm, trapped there as the grip locked. The space around his face vanished. Heat radiated immediately, sweat-slick skin closing in, the sharp, metallic smell of exertion flooding his nose and mouth when he tried to breathe. Rei resisted at first, but gave in and inhaled deeply. Eric's scent filled his nasal cavities and flooded Rei’s senses. Rei’s breathing broke apart. Each inhale came shallow and fast, chest struggling to expand while his ribcage was pulled open and pinned at the same time. Oxygen felt thin. The air he did draw in was hot and heavy, carrying the unmistakable sting of sweat and effort, his senses overwhelmed as his body searched for relief that wasn’t there. 

Eric leaned back another inch. Rei’s neck screamed as the sleeper compressed further, blood flow tightening just enough to make his head swim. The edges of his vision dimmed. Sound dulled. His muscles shook violently now, no longer resisting in coordinated strength but firing in desperate, disorganized bursts. Pain blurred into pressure. Pressure blurred into pleasure. Rei clasped onto Eric’s forearm again, not pulling or clawing this time, but almost groping as his fingers traced the flexed hard fibers of Eric’s muscles. His back arched as far as it could go, body trapped between Eric’s thighs and arms, nowhere left to bend, nowhere left to turn. Rei put himself deeper into the hold.

His breath hitched, and he didn’t fully come back. Eric held steady. No rush. Just control. Just a simple command. “Lick.”

Rei’s hands settled at his side. His head arced against Eric’s shoulder, jaw trembling, lungs burning. The heat, the smell, the lack of air, the relentless bend in his spine all crashed together into one unbearable, but purely erotic wave. That was it. Rei licked: deep, sensual, and slowly. Rei took it all in. The heat, the smell, the salty metallic taste. He went all in, taking Eric’s armpit hair into his mouth while licking and sucking the sweat off Eric’s hair and skin. 

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