Crushed by Tim 12
My attempt to scissors Tim was a disaster. I found myself face down on his crotch, I felt his thighs lock into my neck and his heel dig into my back. He flexed, I felt his power crush me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in as high and hard on his crotch, as our bodies would allow.
He flexed again, forced submission, relaxed for sixty seconds, flexed again, demanded submission. I heard him count and brag when he had forced 24 submissions out of me. I'm not even sure he stopped there. I was so deeply locked into him and turned on, it felt like heaven and hell, in one experience.
Tim was fired up, he loved to be challenged so he could demonstrate his superiority. We were on the floor now, he was flat on his back and raised his torso up when he flexed in on me. It was then I noticed he was shirtless and sweaty and was using me to work his abs. His hands were clasped behind his head. He powered up off the floor with his core, his flat firm 8 pack formed a shield of muscle, holding rigid, his impressive upper physique above me, as he drove his bulging thighs deep into my neck.
The room was dark, except for the light from the fireplace. Tim looked all the more glorious in that golden fire light. Chiseled, athletic, dripping his manly body juice all over me.
He was turned on by his by his own potency and steely hard. I felt his cock expand over my face.
He subjected me to so much stimulus that I couldn't keep up with him. I struggled to manage his brutal scissors and my desire to worship him. My head throbbed not with pain, but with bursts of sexual stimulation.
This deep embrace had us both on the far edge of passion.
It wasn't physically possible for me to sustain him. Tim knew that, he was driven by an animalistic urge to relieve himself by teaching me a lesson in submission. Like any good master, there were more lessons to come later.
When he was satisfied I had paid my dues and accepted his dominance, he decided to release me.
It felt like a clamp was removed from my neck. Despite that, even as his thighs freed me, I pined for them and for the feel of his cock in my face.
Free I was, flat on the floor, stunned by my ordeal. Staring at his size 11 feet in front of me. I admired his perfect toes and the spikes of hair above them. It just got better from there up. Tim's ankles and calf's were any teams prize asset. Beautifully sculpted with athletic precision. Above his strong knees he just poured out, the higher I glanced, the wider the peaks of his quads became. Right in the middle, protruding from his white shorts, like two mini rugby balls his testicles and a hefty cock, erect or just massive, stretching his shorts to their limit.
Just shy of twenty years old and Tim had the body of a seasoned athlete in his prime.
I lay there recovering, I wanted to drive my loaded cock into the carpet. Even if I had the energy to stand, I couldn't while Tim straddled me. If he saw me that big and hungry for him, it would just massage his ego further and cement my humiliation.
I was almost relieved when he turned briefly to open his sports bag. As he rummaged through it, he dropped his shorts and flashed his ass towards me. There is something profoundly sexy about the shape a firm muscular butt makes as it meets athletic hamstrings. Tim's butt, hamstring aesthetic was extraordinarily muscular. It screamed power, taught, solid, robust. This was his foundation, his chiselled base. Like his cock, it was lightly clustered with sprouts of his body hair.
Tim mumbled 'i fucking packed some..don't tell me, ah'. He turned to me 'I need a pair of jocks'..' stop staring at my cock and get them'. He was laughing, Tim loved the idea I respected his body so much.
I caught a glimpse of him grinning and quuckly reset my gaze on his cock. Just as behind with butt/hamstring perfection so too in front. Only a cock as impressive as Tim's could make its mark with quads that massive. He was thick, cut and muscular. It was impossible from my angle to judge it's length, it was hard and skyward, like a rocket that was blasting into space from its mighty pubic base. Having spent most of the day, smothered into it, I knew it was longer than my face. He was big!
I loved that he took pride in his nakedness. Most lads I know, cover a bit at least. Not Tim, always at rugby practice Tim strutted around the locker room naked. One of my biggest turn ons was watching him headlock team mates naked. Every time, his victim would be humiliated.
He saw me visually eating his cock and bounced his pecs at me grinning. 'come on get me some jocks, were going for pizza'.
Tim was boss, if he wanted pizza, that's what was happening, if he wanted my jocks, they would be his.
Somehow I semi crawled out of the room so my cock wouldn't attack Tim. I grabbed a pair of my adidas jocks. Their grey, with the navy stripes logo and they accentuate my package.
I figured I was a size up on Tim as I'm taller. Not so when it comes to jocks, damm ..his balls filled them to breaking point and he struggled to stuff his cock in.
I hoped he was hard, he couldn't be that big resting? Would he rip my jocks? I was just excited to have him in them.
He borrowed a pair of my joggers too and a tight snow fleece. The joggers were slightly long on Tim but his muscle stretched them into place and almost to breaking point.
Tim's trainers were still wet from the snow earlier that evening, mine were too big so he doubled up on my gym socks to keep dry in his trainers.
He cut an even finer shape in the snow than earlier that day, as if he had packed on muscle while he drained me. The sky was so clear and the moonlight so bright, every bit of his shape was on display.
Tim had forced me to breathe his stench all day, this was the first clean air I'd had.
We were both relieved to find a small convenience store open. There was no one around, everyone was snowed in. We managed to get frozen pizza and more beer.
I wondered, how could Tim be so fit, not an inch of body fat and demolish so much beer?
I never saw him eat muscle food or supplements, he didn't need it. I don't think his genes produced anything but muscle.
As soon as we left the store Tim was guzzling a can of beer and taunting me playfully. Mostly he was laughing at how I looked struggling between his legs . 'youre hair was all over the place and you looked like you wanted to burst', it was sad, you thinking you could get out of it'.
Alcohol always brings out Tim's youthful tendancies, so he was shouldering me as we walked home, trying to make me slip, trying to get a reaction. Then he punched my arm, playfully, like he used to at school.
Just as he tried to shoulder me again, I moved and he landed flat on his back. I jumped on him and pinned him in the snow. I spread his legs apart with mine and locked him down on the snow with side head triangle choke.
Tim had slipped, he was drinking, I wasn't, in that brief moment I had him. I lay on top of him, my head beside his, my arm choking his neck. 'Get off me'. 'You went for me Tim, I'm just defending, you want to get up then submit?' 'No fucking way, you submit to me, not the other way around!'.
I locked hard into Tim, it was clear he would rather face choke out than submit. He was my friend, I wouldn't hurt him anyway. But I would love to hear him yield to me, I'd love to break his dominance.
'Ok let's call a truce, it's fecking freezing out here, next time we fight, I start on top of you like now? Tim nodded in agreement.
He got to his feet, his ego bruised but he honoured our terms. Deep down I was certain he wouldn't let this go.
By the time Pizza was cooked and eaten, we were both sleepy again. We had spent most of that day wrestling and even as young college jocks that takes its toll.
Tim's groaning woke me. Somehow we had landed in a 69 sex position. I'm not sure how. We had both crashed on the sofa but now he was on top of me with his face in my crotch, I was under him with his face in his.
He was snoring but hard. His track bottoms were down and his cock was hard in the jocks he'd borrowed from me.
He was using my face, working his cock over my mouth, nose, into my eyes anywhere he could find pleasure.
It felt warm and vibrant, slowly it leaked droplets of his precum into my jocks. I felt I was being face fucked by his cock through my own jocks.
His warm sticky precum caused my heart to race and my cock to catapult into his face. I heard him groan but he kept snoring. I was desperate for him to take my cock.
His balls tingled as he rolled them over my face, the base of his cock compressed my nose and his tip bent into my eye socked as it searched for a place to score.
His motion intensified, his cock peaked through the side of his jocks. It met my tongue briefly as he massaged his manhood into me. That moment felt like an orgasmic shock. The feeling you get in you're cock when you see someone or touch someone incredibly attractive and the tip of your cock ignites. It was that but intensified profoundly. My taste buds satiated at the taste of his tip. I felt him deep in my core.
The jocks, my grey jocks, on him were flooded now, wet warm glueish pungent cum, turning grey to black, covering me like a cum sponge.
Tim was smothering me in cum as he slept and snored. His sex scent always caused me to relax to the point of weakness.
If I was Superman Tim's cum was kryptonite. It was too powerful for me. Even at rest he was dominating me.
Exhausted and light of breath under him I fell into a deep cum soaked sleep. Waking every time he rallied again and released another round of alpha juice into my face.
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