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Showering after the gym. The changing rooms are full of college freshers. All young (18,19,20) trying for a place on the college rugby team.
Someone is frantic, he's being dragged across the floor in a headlock, by a stocky naked lad. He's struggling to breathe. 'Submit..Submit..Louder..' 'aaagh yes, yes !' The stocky lad releases him and he falls limp on the floor.
I can't take my eyes off the stocky lad. He's about 5ft 11 and solid muscle. His legs caught my eye they are: massive, muscular, impressive. I'm not sure if his cock is hard or just big.
Part of me is numb, that attack was brutal, the lad on the floor was no weakling either, but he was shaken.
No one in the room says anything. No one wants to be humiliated like that lad.
Im hard, I don't know why, something about this bully has turned me on .
I couldn't stop thinking about him. I had to put my hand in my shorts to hold my cock back, so i could cycle home.
Over dinner my flatmate started talking about the incident. Everyone was shocked by this attack. ' the other lad was taller but that bully was a strong fucker, did you see his fucking legs?.
I could barely answer Jack. My cock was about to rip a hole in my shorts under the table. It was agony hearing him describe this muscle lad.
Jack left the table for a glass of juice. It was my chance to escape to my room. I opened the door, pulled down my shorts and before I could get near my bed the dam burst. Fuck I haden't even touched it, it just gushed out. It felt like I was unloading a storm of pleasure.
I stood there grabbing my bedroom chair as cum shot into my face. I collapsed onto my my knees. I could almost suck my cock now, but I was exhausted.
I had never cum sprayed myself before. I had never experienced this level of ecstasy.
Next morning I'm getting ready for class and he's there at the door. ' Hey remember me? from school? Tim, I was a class behind you?'
Suddenly it all made sense. What I remembered was being in my senior year and this lad from the year behind me, just lays into me for no reason. He was new to the school and though a year behind, he was my age, 18. I was walking across the football pitch when suddenly he jumped me. Before I knew what had happened, he had my arms pinned under his knees. I struggled but couldn't shift him, he was heavy and knew how to wrestle. He just grinned and boasted 'i thought you were stronger than that'. The class bell rang and he was gone. I remember thinking he was aggressive and strong.
'Oh yeah I remember'. 'You saw me beating that prick up at rugby trials, he tried to tackle me hard on the pitch, he won't come near me again. No one survives that choke hold without learning a lesson, you know that hah'.
Tim was here to hook up with Jack and I, as we had all been in school together. We decided to skip class and catch up with Tim.
To my eyes Tim represented physical perfection. He had a natural, perfect, physique. If he never went to the gym, he would still look fit. Tim was gifted with alpha genes. Everything was in place and big. Broad muscular back and shoulders, strong arms, perfect abs, astonishing lower body musculature: glutes, adductors, hams, quads. With every movement he bulged and rippled.
Tim had brown / black hair, grey eyes and ruggish good looks. Anyone dominated by him would remember his authoritive stare.
It turned out Tim was looking for student accomodation. Jack and I agreed he could stay with us until he found a place.
I hadn't really thought through the implications of having this alpha god staying, but it felt right to help out.
I had the bigger room so Tim would have to share with me. The living room was study space, so that wouldn't work.
Tim arrived in with his rugby bag. Pretty much all his clothes were in there. He didn't have much.
Tim wanted to toss a coin for who got the bed. I just laughed 'its my room Tim'. It was like we were back at school, Tim kept jabbing me playfully ' I'm getting the bed', I can hear you wanking up there on the bed' . 'Shut up Tim and go to sleep'. ' I'll come up there and give you something to wank about'.
I couldn't tell if he was jerking off, but I wanted to. Even the sound of him breathing was turning me on.
'I'll make you give me the bed'. Those were the last words I heard and then I was under him. I felt his shin on my throat, then his balls on my face, he flipped me over and locked me into a head scissors. It all happened in a second, I felt like an army attacked me. He was brutal and effective.
Tim now controlled my bed and me . He lay back and adjusted my pillow to make himself comfortable, then he powered in. The back of my head rested on his crotch and my neck was crushed between his legs.
'Submit..Submit' . Tim didn't need to get to the second 'submit' , I was in agony. Submission was the only way to survive. It felt like I would pass out until he relaxed his grip, just enough for me to survive. I could feel his cock harden at the back of my head.
I tried to grab his legs to loosen the scissors, he punished me for that, it felt like my head was clamped. On one side my left eye was wrenched into his quad, I could just see his black hairy muscle controlling me.
'I knew you were wanking..' From above Tim could see I was hard. I bent my head back and could just make out a massive bulge from his white trunks.
He crushed me again and demanded submission. It was just the start though. Tim forced his left foot into my face. Now I was trapped between his legs and forced to smell his feet.
On night one Tim had taken control of my room, my bed, me!
There wasn't much I could do to defend myself. My soulders and upper body were pinned under Tim's butt. I tried grabbing his ankle to pull his foot off my face. I couldn't get my hand around the ankle, it was too thick. 'Get you're hands off my legs', with that command, Tim flexed the scissors tightly until he was satisfied I was obedient. He forced his foot onto my face again and resumed his domination.
Tim worked his foot over my face until he had my nose between his big and index toes. He used his toes like a pliers to twist and close my nostrils. At the same time his other toes pressed into my forehead and his foot arch smothered my mouth. He knew what he was doing. I began to realize this was more than just about winning. Tim was sadistic. His goal was not just domination but to inflict pain and to humiliate me.
I was buried into his foot. I could barely see through his toes, I had to breathe deeply into his foot to get air, I was mostly breathing him, his smell.
Tim's odor was strong: sweaty, bitter, salty, nutty and leathery. It was a smell I would become very familiar with. A smell that could make me hard just thinking of it. His foot smell was more intense, it was pure sweat and dirt.
I'm not sure how long his foot gouged into me, but when he pulled it off my face, I could feel his toe nails pull out of my forehead.
I was learning that Tim didn't just do submission he did punishment. His locks involved multiple points of suffering for his victim.
It's impossible to fight off a lad who is physically superior, a better fighter and a viscious opponent.
Tim only removed his foot so he could lock his ankles and crush me again. This time it was so intense I felt my head would explode. I obeyed him and submitted, he relaxed his grip and instantly powered in again, with even less mercy.
Before I could recover his foot was back on my face again. I didn't have a chance to think clearly because his assault was relentless.
Struggling under his foot was about survival. I had to draw as much air as I could before he crushed it all out of me again.
Tim even timed it. He had said nothing for an hour except 'submit' now he told me what I would endure: 'every five minutes you're getting scissored'. I'd hear a metallic sound, it was his watch strap, then his thighs would power into my neck again.
Tim did this with precision, exact timing of my torture and duration too, five minute wait, two minute crush. Two minutes was like two hours. That was the toughest bit to survive. If I didn't submit, he would go beyond two minutes.
There was a thick smell of Tim's odour in the room. I could smell cum too. I couldn't see if he was jerking off, but I knew he was enjoying every minute of this.
I reached a point where I was just a toy between his legs. I was overwhelmed by his power. I wanted to cum but couldn't. I had to survive.
I woke a couple of times during the night. I was still between his thighs. His foot still over my face. I thought about escaping. I figured I could get to the bathroom and unload. But each time I felt his thighs move.
Even relaxed, even while he slept, his legs were massive and firm.
I drifted back to sleep.
It must have been 6 am when I heard Tim grunting. I could just about see the tip of his cock behind my head , it had to be long to reach over my head, it was very thick. I wasn't surprised, everything about him was thick and muscular.
Tim was was working the edge of his cock. I don't know if he was asleep but he was intense, like he was wrestling it.
The smell of his precum was strong. When he unloaded it fired into the air and rained down on his foot and my face.
Some of it landed between his toes and dripped into my eyes. More of it rained onto his foot and flooded down under his arch. I was breathing his cum now. It was flowing into me.
I couldn't control myself any longer . I grabbed my cock and it exploded. Cum flew everywhere.
I was terrified Tim would see I had cum. My best hope was he was asleep and by the time he woke it would be dry.
It was my pleasure to lick every drop of his cum I could. I let the rest drain into me. I felt like his alpha juice would make me more powerful.
It was thicker than my cum and tasted warm, salty, almost like a luke warm creamy soup.
I remember the pain at 9:am. There was no doubting Tim was awake. He was crushing me viciously. ' I missed out on a good few five minutes during the night'.
Tim knew how far to push me so I wouldn't pass out. He obviously knew how to work a headscissors.
'I enjoyed that little fight with you, enjoyed beating you up'. I submitted again at his command , while he taunted me.
If Tim hadent needed to attend registration he would have kept me hostage for longer. His final crush was the most brutal. It left me exhausted on the bed. I could still feel his legs around my neck for hours.
Just to make a point, he put his foot into my face before he left. 'see you later'
I had never been so aroused, I felt beaten, humiliated, bruised, excited, exhausted and exhilarated.
Tim had left his jocks on my bed. I just needed to smell them, to taste them. I spent most of that morning tasting his jocks cuming and falling into ecstatic sleep.
Later I could still feel him around my neck. I could see the scars on my forehead made by his toes.
Tim would be back soon and I was still under his control.