Crushed by Tim 11
Tim's release and orgasm flattened both of us. He was on a high, basking in his alpha supremacy. I was exhausted under him.
He pulled my head up from his crotch so he could study me. I wondered why he often did this to me? He said nothing, but his stare told me it excited him to witness his domination, over me. There was more to it than that. His pupils were massively dilated, he was obviously turned on by me as well.
We both stared at each other for what must of been at least an hour. By now I knew every inch of his face: His wide, cheeky grin, dimples, tiny birth mark on his left cheek, thin manly stubble, neat perfect nose, eyes that could charm even the coldest person or signal alpha authority. He was youthful but rough looking and radiated jock appeal.
He was fair haired and shorter than me. I'm dark haired and I'm told I'm good looking. Im lean and well built. Tim is shorter, rougher looking, stocky and far more muscular. I think it pleasured him to have control of a taller lad.
In my eyes Tim saw: a deep yearning for him, an awe of his muscularity, dependence and sexual lust for him. In his I saw: authority, confidence, self satisfaction, power, sexual dominance and beauty.
The fact that he just stared rather than speak, turned me on more. At a very primal level he could control my mind and cock.
Tim had made me hard all day, as long as he was there, or I even thought of him my cock would stay on alert, desperate for him to respond to it.
At some stage during our visual intercourse, we both fell asleep. Tim was naked in my dream, he was covered in sweat after a match and while the rest of the team showered, I licked him. No one thought it was strange that he had a human shower. He raised his left arm and I immediately knew I had to lick him clean. He didn't even acknowledge me. I tried to see his cock but each time I looked my face was covered in cum. It felt like I was drowning in it.
It was only when I heard him snore, I remembered where I was, in his crotch. It took me a few minutes to fully wake and part of me wanted to stay there drowning in his cum, but the feel of his legs around my neck, brought me back.
For the first time that day I felt in charge. Should I try to escape and reverse him? Put Tim in an even more humiliating scissors? or stay there soaking in his crotch while he sleeps on me. Maybe I could find a way to cum now?
What I really wanted was to stick my head inside Tim's shorts and suck his cock until he had nothing left inside him.
Tim had set our rules though. As long as he was master I was not permitted to touch him or enjoy his cum. My role was as his sex toy, sex aid, to deepen his self pleasure.
In the end I knew I had to try to escape. I couldn't just wait for him to wake and in all likelihood dominate me all night. I needed to cum badly, at least if I freed myself I could do that. Maybe I would even sneak back into his crotch while he slept?
Getting out was not easy. Tim's legs, even relaxed were boulders of thick hairy muscle. Wide, heavy, solid weighty. His cock and balls were too. I was wedged in there.
I could feel his left calf muscle behind my neck, his left foot rested on his right leg but he had it pulled high up towards his right hip. That was designed to triangle choke me and it worked. It also forced my face into his balls.
Though he was asleep, the lock was still solid, I could feel the vibration of his snoring through his balls.
I could either plunge deeper into his balls and if I created enough wriggle room I could slide down his crotch, towards the floor and freedom. That was appealing, because I could plunge into his balls, as I escaped. The other plan was to reverse my head so I would be facing away from his crotch and then try to wriggle out away from his muscular calf.
If he caught me, I would experience merciless revenge. I opted to plunge into his crotch. I had to be quiet and slow. Silence was difficult as I travelled deeper into him. My entire face was covered by his lower shorts and his balls spilled out through the sides. My pulse raced with desire and my breath deepened. When my nose reached the base of his crotch I was overwhelmed by his ass smell.
I had been under Tim's ass before. He had sat on my face to pin me and spladle me. He'd even farted on me , in front of the lads, as a joke. But this was the smell of someone who had been working a long headscissors and had been jerking off. It was as intense and deep as could be.
How could ass smell so good? Tim's did. That same sweaty leathery smell I got from his armpits and cum, but deeper.
Pulling out of Tim was tougher than I thought. Not just because I was in tight but because I was drawn to him. Somehow I reached the floor and crawled away from him to freedom.
I had a big decision to make, wank now and unload or get control of Tim? Leaving him free was too risky. I was also turned on by the thought of dominating him.
I had to get him into a serious lock, before he woke. Tim had easily escaped from my headlocks and scissor locks before, he was just too strong.This had to be rigid.
Tim was sitting straight on the sofa, his leg still crossed to execute a figure four type scissors. I couldn't get him from behind unless I sat behind the sofa and put him in a rear naked choke. He couldn't escape that, the back of the sofa would protect me.
Maybe the best plan was for me to head scissors him? Give him a taste of his own medicine?
That would be tricky to execute though. I'd have to get my legs around his neck from the side.
I figured if I didn't get Tim from behind he would wrestle free. The sofa was close enough to the wall for me to sit on the back of it and straddle him.
I locked Tim into the same scissors he used on me, except he wasn't facing my crotch. His neck was locked into my left calf and my left leg was over my knee. Now as he did, I just had to flex, pull my foot up towards my hip and he would suffer.
He was like a wild animal when he woke. Shouting and punching at my leg. It took all my leverage and force just to hold him. I understood how he felt, struggling under me, getting more desperate while I felt rich with power over him.
I flexed hard into him and I could see him weaken. 'submit Tim..submit'. Tim was a force to be reckoned with, he wasn't going to submit. Instead, he turned in to face my crotch. He was kneeling into my scissors now. I couldn't choke him with my calf anymore. Tim always found a weak point. This time it was my cock. It was still rigid and loaded and digging into his face now. He grabbed it through my joggers and twisted it. At the same time he was pushing up from his kneeling positiin, raising me up on his shoulders , pushing me high. That took some leg power, but Tim had it.
The dam burst. After hours of tension and desperation a storm of cum gushed into my jocks. My legs weakened. My head pulsed with pleasure. I lost control of Tim.
I didn't feel him force me off him, or catapult me through the air and back down under him. I was still dazed with pleasure and stunned by his physical dominance.
He shouted 'submit..submit'. I was between his legs again. I was still gushing cum. He stared at me with authority.
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