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After some time with the Boston Crab, Ethan decided to get a little payback for the earlier humiliation Michael had forced on him. Ethan kept his knee on Michael, but dropped the legs. Pivoting on the knee in Michael's back to be behind Michael's head, Ethan caused Michael to raise his upper body to reach back in an attempt to get Ethan's knee off his back. When Michael raised his upper body, Ethan attacked. He grabbed Michael by the jaw and forced him up to his knees. Michael resisted and fought back. Ethan subdued his bud with some knees to the side of Michael's abs and some strikes down onto the chest. With his bud now weak enough to force into his favorite hold, Ethan locked on his modified Dragon Sleeper. It was modified because Ethan didn't wrap his arm around the neck to choke his opponent; he instead wrapped his arm right under the chin and forced his opponent into the depths of his armpit. Michael saw what was happening and tried desperately to fight back but he was too spent, "Bro! Come on! No......" came the muffled plea from Michael.

"Submit by pit?" Ethan asked his friend now secured under his arm. Michael tried to no avail to pull Ethan's arm off with his free right arm. Michael's left arm was trapped under Ethan's left arm. Ethan looked down at his friend on full display glistening from the sweat of the match between them. They both sweat heavily when working out or in matches so at this point in the match, they were soaking. Ethan watched as Michael's chest raised up and down, his pecs tensed and flexed as he tried to grab the arm and rip it off his head. Michael's cut abs heaved as he tried to get air from under the pit. Michael was deep up into Ethan's armpit. The heat from Ethan's body radiated onto his face. The sweat dripped all over his face and into his beard. The odor was mostly sweat mixed with testosterone and a tad of ocean breezy scent from Ethan's deodorant/body wash. He knew he could tap right now, but just as he knew how humiliating it would have been for Ethan to tap when he had him in a similar situation, Michael could not face the indignity of tapping to a pit smother. Ethan would have to smother him out like this or get tired and change the hold. Michael bet on the later because Ethan always was a tad impatient.

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Render as part of my Patreon support for Ghostheat60 (www.patreon.com/ghostheat )

After some time with the Boston Crab, Ethan decided to get a little payback for the earlier humiliation Michael had forced on him. Ethan kept his knee on Michael, but dropped the legs. Pivoting on the knee in Michael's back to be behind Michael's head, Ethan caused Michael to raise his upper body to reach back in an attempt to get Ethan's knee off his back. When Michael raised his upper body, Ethan attacked. He grabbed Michael by the jaw and forced him up to his knees. Michael resisted and fought back. Ethan subdued his bud with some knees to the side of Michael's abs and some strikes down onto the chest. With his bud now weak enough to force into his favorite hold, Ethan locked on his modified Dragon Sleeper. It was modified because Ethan didn't wrap his arm around the neck to choke his opponent; he instead wrapped his arm right under the chin and forced his opponent into the depths of his armpit. Michael saw what was happening and tried desperately to fight back but he was too spent, "Bro! Come on! No......" came the muffled plea from Michael.

"Submit by pit?" Ethan asked his friend now secured under his arm. Michael tried to no avail to pull Ethan's arm off with his free right arm. Michael's left arm was trapped under Ethan's left arm. Ethan looked down at his friend on full display glistening from the sweat of the match between them. They both sweat heavily when working out or in matches so at this point in the match, they were soaking. Ethan watched as Michael's chest raised up and down, his pecs tensed and flexed as he tried to grab the arm and rip it off his head. Michael's cut abs heaved as he tried to get air from under the pit. Michael was deep up into Ethan's armpit. The heat from Ethan's body radiated onto his face. The sweat dripped all over his face and into his beard. The odor was mostly sweat mixed with testosterone and a tad of ocean breezy scent from Ethan's deodorant/body wash. He knew he could tap right now, but just as he knew how humiliating it would have been for Ethan to tap when he had him in a similar situation, Michael could not face the indignity of tapping to a pit smother. Ethan would have to smother him out like this or get tired and change the hold. Michael bet on the later because Ethan always was a tad impatient.