It was our last night on the rugby tour to France. A few days had passed since Tim had crushed and cum sprayed me in the shower. He was desperate to get me again.
The other lads were asleep in the dorm. It was a paradise of sweaty jock smell. Tim was staring over at me, his muscular hairy legs spread wide. It was like he was commanding me to lay there, on his cock and take the punishment from his thighs.
He had the most incredible stare. Youthful but intense for a twenty year old He was handsome with dimples but rough looking too. His eyes flashed alpha authority.
Tim didn't mess when it came to winning, it meant everything to him. Any encounter was going to be rough, that's the way he liked it.
Somehow we had created this world where we enjoyed a unique pleasure based around my obsession with his athleticism, and his desire to dominate me.
It was even more specific for me. I lusted after every inch of him. That was easy, he was perfectly formed. Genetics had been kind to his 5ft 11 physique, filling every bit of him with muscle. But his legs were abnormally god like. People were almost shocked when they saw him in shorts. I was, the first time. Mick on the team said 'have you seen his fucking legs man?' I had of course, bulging out of his jeans, I couldn't take my eyes off them. It was like a constant fight for space between his huge bulge, massive legs and butt. I wondered how his jeans didn't just give up and rip apart in his honour.
The first time I saw the real thing, Tim in shorts, I realized Mick was right. Those legs looked like they should belong to a professional rugby player and bodybuilder. Seriously stunning slabs of muscle: quads, adductors, hamstrings, calf's. Solid imposing knees and shins. Blackish hair, enough to proclaim his manhood, but not to hide his musculature.
I remember the instant hard on. I felt like I'd been hit by a jolt of electricity. I'd never seen anything so beautiful. That's when I learned I was addicted to powerful legs. I spent that day jerking off and as I got to spend more time with Tim, my obsession grew.
He loved it too. So proud of his muscle, always flexing, always eager to show his power.
It got to a stage where I'm sure we both felt empty, when I wasint between his legs.
He just lay there in the dorm, flexing, spreading his legs apart, scratching his balls, watching me savour him. 'you wanking again, dreaming of me ?' I gulped and denied I was, but Tim just grinned knowingly.
His sock landed on my face. 'suck that, might help you're urges'. I pulled it from my face, it was wet with sweat and his smell, I don't think Tim had washed it at all, since the last match.
He glared at me 'I said suck it'. I looked around to see if the other lads were awake. I didn't want them to know the extent to which Tim dominated me. 'Dont make me come over there'. He had that expression on his face, the one one that screamed 'master', the one that was always followed by a testosterone fuelled storm.
I can't remember if I answered him. I just remember watching his thighs bulge and his cock stiffen as he approached my bed. This time it was a silent storm, he wanted me submitted in silence, so no one would wake.
His balls covered my eyes, I felt the spiked hair under them scratch my nose and cheeks, my mouth was under his ass. Even if I wanted to submit, I couldn't, I was smothered.
Tim was sitting on my head, facing towards my bed head, his full weight was on me, I could only breathe the air in his ass. It was total sensory deprivation.
It didn't take long for him to exhaust me with his body heat. He was too far up on me, for me to scissor him, or push him off. He was shuffling around on top of me. I couldn't tell what he was planning.
It was deeply sensual, submerged in his smell: ass sweat, jock scent, precum too, from somewhere. I was rock hard and breathing heavily.
I felt I might pass out with the intensity, but something shifted. His knee was on my throat, his other leg behind my neck, his thighs bulging. I was completely disoriented. It took me a few minutes to realize, he had me mounted, in a triangle choke.
The triangle choke is brutal even if a skinny lad locks it on you. You either submit or go out cold. With Tim, with his massive legs, it was devastating. His left hamstring bulged into the side of my neck, his left calf locked deep into my chin, his left shin was locked behind his right calf muscle and he sat on me, executing a mounted triangle choke.
He flexed and whispered 'submit'. I didn't hesitate, it was too punishing, 'yes aaah please Tim, I submit'.
Brutal as he was, Tim respected safety, once he had me, it was all about my obedience to him. As long as I respected his dominance, he would limit my punishment.
He stared down, admiring his cock, flexing it thick and long, then stared at me, relishing his power over me.
He didn't waste any time, flexing his legs to force the triangle in deeper, plugging my nose between his fingers, until I opened my mouth. It was deep naked submission: Tim's cock hard over my face, his balls on my chin, him grinning on top, his sweaty sock ready: 'open wider' he demanded. I stretched my mouth wide and he spat into me before stuffing me with his sock. He left me breathless and counted 1,2,3, before unplugging my nose.
It was a familiar taste, I had missed it, Tims athletic foot sweat, pungent and tangy. The triangle was tight enough to punish me, keep me imprisoned, but not enough to choke me. Tim was controlling me.
All the time he was working to bury me deeper into his scissors triangle. Finally he had my entire face under his hamstring. I was still gagged by his damp sock. He had me shut off from everything except him. I could feel the hair on his legs, his rough skin, I could smell his odour, feel his heartbeat and hear him breathe.
It felt like he was bouncing on me, he moved aggressively, his breathing and heart rate accelerated, I could smell his cum. It was much stronger than usual.
I was craving it, tortured by the thought of him pleasuring himself above me, denying me his alpha juice.
He was at it for ages, cumming repeatedly, locking hard into me, to intensify his orgasm.
When he did let me out from under his hamstring, I was still in the triangle but at least I could see now. He was there grinning down on me, his cock head red and raw, dripping cum. He watched it fill my eyes and drip down to my nose and then he smeared it into me.
I was drained, covered in his sticky cum, sucking on his sweaty sock. He wasn't finished though. He was focused on his cock again, flexing it again menacingly over my face, this thrilled him.
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