I want this but with body scissors. I would love to be able to test my core strength against someone trying to squeeze my core into a state of utter exhaustion and breathlessness. So far, the only one I've seen be able to resist for a respectable length of time is Wenona, who does a lot of pro wrestling and sexfight stuff. But she's an ex-gymnast, so that's a few tiers of strength above me. lol. Oh well, still a goal of mine.
When in LA look me up so my long, handsome steel traps of scissor fight can make you groan and moan in my power. I can lock my legs like a vice for 10 minutes at a time, relentless, crushing hot muscle dominance. When I release you, its only long enough so you can gasp for breath before I crank it tough and tight again, again, again, muscling you while you grunt and your helpless hands pull at the steel hard muscle of my legs. Ask any of the 430 men I have out muscled and made submit to my wild fight.
This isn't just about wrestling. This is about control. Power. Slow, deliberate domination.
I’m searching for a man whose thighs aren’t just strong—they’re deadly. Someone who doesn’t wrestle to win points, but to own, to constrict, to erase resistance one crushing pulse at a time.
You know the type. Maybe you are the type.
The one who lures your opponent in with a smirk… then coils those legs around them like a serpent. No words. No escape. Just a growing pressure, a tightening cage, and that sick satisfaction of watching your prey squirm, gasp, and fade.
That’s what I want.
I want to be trapped. Locked in your scissorhold. Drenched in sweat. Dazed. Gasping. Barely able to think, much less breathe. You, silent and unshakable, watching as the fight leaves my body—slowly… beautifully.
I’m not here to resist. I’m here to be taken.
Wrap your thighs around my ribs and make me beg.
Crush my neck until the world spins.
Hold me long after I tap—because it’s never really about the tap, is it?
This is for those who need to squeeze. For whom scissoring isn’t just a move—it’s an art, a compulsion.
If that’s you… if you’ve got that darkness in you and thighs that tell no lies—then message me.
No games. No limits. Just pressure, control… and surrender.
Forever Seeking (0)
2025-06-03 23:35I want this but with body scissors. I would love to be able to test my core strength against someone trying to squeeze my core into a state of utter exhaustion and breathlessness. So far, the only one I've seen be able to resist for a respectable length of time is Wenona, who does a lot of pro wrestling and sexfight stuff. But she's an ex-gymnast, so that's a few tiers of strength above me. lol. Oh well, still a goal of mine.
DaddyHeelStorm (9)
2025-05-31 20:27When in LA look me up so my long, handsome steel traps of scissor fight can make you groan and moan in my power. I can lock my legs like a vice for 10 minutes at a time, relentless, crushing hot muscle dominance. When I release you, its only long enough so you can gasp for breath before I crank it tough and tight again, again, again, muscling you while you grunt and your helpless hands pull at the steel hard muscle of my legs. Ask any of the 430 men I have out muscled and made submit to my wild fight.
headscissorschgonwburbs (28 )
2025-05-28 19:23dam got be throbbing again
Lovetobecrushed23 (25)
2025-05-26 21:35This isn't just about wrestling. This is about control. Power. Slow, deliberate domination.
I’m searching for a man whose thighs aren’t just strong—they’re deadly. Someone who doesn’t wrestle to win points, but to own, to constrict, to erase resistance one crushing pulse at a time.
You know the type. Maybe you are the type.
The one who lures your opponent in with a smirk… then coils those legs around them like a serpent. No words. No escape. Just a growing pressure, a tightening cage, and that sick satisfaction of watching your prey squirm, gasp, and fade.
That’s what I want.
I want to be trapped. Locked in your scissorhold. Drenched in sweat. Dazed. Gasping. Barely able to think, much less breathe. You, silent and unshakable, watching as the fight leaves my body—slowly… beautifully.
I’m not here to resist. I’m here to be taken.
Wrap your thighs around my ribs and make me beg.
Crush my neck until the world spins.
Hold me long after I tap—because it’s never really about the tap, is it?
This is for those who need to squeeze. For whom scissoring isn’t just a move—it’s an art, a compulsion.
If that’s you… if you’ve got that darkness in you and thighs that tell no lies—then message me.
No games. No limits. Just pressure, control… and surrender.
Shapeshifter (28)
2025-05-29 22:14(w odpowiedzi na)
If you find him let me know if he has a twin 😁
cyclone74 (38)
2025-05-28 14:40(w odpowiedzi na)
Come to Sydney for it, the master of scissors
Atlantis400 (34 )
2025-05-28 20:19(w odpowiedzi na)
Oh yes for sure you're the master of scissors