He was already defeated, his body weak and trembling from earlier. But his challenger wasn’t done.

Shoved onto the bed, he barely had time to catch his breath before strong legs clamped around his neck. The headscissor hold locked him in place, leaving him completely at the other boy’s mercy.

He squirmed, hands grabbing at the unrelenting grip, but it was no use. Every movement only made the hold tighter. His face flushed, both from the pressure and the humiliation of being subdued so thoroughly.

There was no taunting, no words exchanged—only the silent reminder of who held control. He stopped resisting, his body going limp as he gave in to the inevitable.

Dominated and broken, he lay there, knowing this was the final proof of his submission.