Tim had drained me to the point of exhaustion. When I woke, I was face down between his legs. Somehow even in my sleep, I journeyed there. I paused to savour his cum stained rugby shorts and the sheer beauty of his thighs. It wasn't just his steely muscle but the bristles of his hair accentuating his manhood.
I would have stayed right there, forever, I had to separate though, before we were caught. It wouldn't do to have the star of the under 21s rugby team, caught with a lad, sniffing his junk.
Tim woke just as I moved, instantly he locked in and crushed me. I wanted to scream submission but I couldn't, he kept me there for a few minutes, just watching me struggle. It pleasured him, his cock was erect again.
He flexed hard into me, it was solid and brutal, he drained me: 'Im only getting started on you'. He was up now, I was flat out on the seat, hard as fuck thinking about what he had planned for me.
We hadn't realized we were almost back at the clubhouse. The body heat and odour of thirty 20 year old rugby lads, had steamed the bus right up. It was a smell I loved. Our cum was mixed into it, but we weren't alone, that almost bleach like smell, was a sure sign, that some of the others had entertained themselves too.
The smell of fresh air was instant as the doors opened. It was a dark, still, warm night. The kind of night you feel an animalistic urge to fuck.
That's how I felt, I had a desparate longing to fuck Tim. For that to happen I would need to wrestle him, dominate him, submit him, humiliate him, break him. Only then would he succumb to me.
Tim's physical advantage over me was insurmountable. Though smaller in height, he probably weighed more, and all of that was packed solidly on him as muscle. Others called him the 'tank' because of his square beefy physique. He was like a pro bodybuilder in a 20 year old rugby lads body. But not with bloated muscle, his wasint for show, it was the real stuff. Born of alpha genes like his famously all powerful older brother.
I often wondered is that where he got his love of domination? Had they wrestled to extremes, had Tim beaten him or had he been the desperate prey of an even more powerful brother, grinding him from submission hold to submission hold. Moulding Tim into the perfect merciless warrior?
If he had looked mean or menacing I might have just lusted after his perfect body. Tim though was handsome, he had a look of a young Matt Damon about him, or more Max Caulfield in that movie 'The Boys Next Door' . I saw that one night on tv and instantly got hard because Roy, played by Max, could almost double for Tim, even his physique is similar.
Tim laughed when I said it to him recently. ' he's a fucking psycho, he just shot some innocent man, I'm not like that..' To be fair Tim wouldn't harm anyone, he loves nothing better than a good fight but it's about competition for him and with me it's about sexual domination too.
He had to agree though that Max in that role, had his look and his muscle. Perfect as he was then, Max still couldn't come close to matching Tim's leg muscle.
That screen grab of Max standing over the glass table, shirtless, that is so close to the image I've seen of Tim, either crushing me with a headscissors or straddling me.
I really wish I'd put on my joggers before we got off the bus. My hard on was so heavy in those tight white rugby shorts, someone must have noticed. Tim sure did, he grabbed my cock and squeezed it.
I let out a sigh, an uncontrollable expression of orgasm, like a breathless shriek. Joe laughed, ' What the fuck was that, you're like a fucking banshee, something got you freaked out kid?'
Joe was really good looking, my height, totally solid physique. I mean totally, perfect muscle, where it should be, in proportion like a fitness model. He had short black hair, good jaw line, almost pretty face and a great ass. But the thing I loved most were his thick arms, thick, vascular, bulging, tanned. I used stare at them when Tim wasn't around, when I wasn't staring at him.
We had a serious wrestle Joe and I, but that's another story.
Tim was supposed to share a lift from the bus with Joe because they were neighbours. Instead he told Joe he was going to his girlfriends. I knew what that meant. Tim did have a girlfriend, he never spent time with her, he never spoke about her, she was his cover story.
What it meant was Tim was getting ready to 'start on me' again. Once he was wound up and determined, nothing would satisfy him until he had me subdued.
With the other lads disappeared into the night, he started, 'the things im going to do to you tonight'.
It was so warm anyway, but now really hot, I was dripping with excitement and anticipation. Even a hint of gentle breeze would be enough now to make me cum. The thought of having Tim on me all night, was beyond exhilarating.
He didn't disappoint, Tim never did. I had just unlocked the door to my student apartment, when he forced me onto my knees. I was crawling, my head caught between his solid thighs. He was standing above me, flexing in.
I was crushed to the point of submission. He ordered, I yielded, 'yes ..ash yes..yes. I submit'.
I reached out to grab his thick hairy ankles. Somehow it brought me some relief. It took me a minute to realize how tightly he had me locked in. I was high up, towards his crotch, I felt his balls hanging on the back of my neck. Just then he grabbed me by the chin, forcing my head upwards so I could see him.
He was so masterful in that moment. He stared down on me , dead assured, dead cocky, so fucking cocky. He flexed in, yanked me upwards, spat on my face plugged my nose and covered my mouth.
A standing headscissors, sensory deprivation, smothered in his spit and it turned me on like a loaded horney beast. That was me, on my knees, desperately clinging to his hairy ankles.
I submitted again, he made me say please and beg him. He unplugged my nose and mouth and yanked me up by the chin. He was jerking himself, inside his shorts.
This was my chance. I let go of his ankles and pushed in at the back of his knees. He was caught off guard, his hands were too busy inside his shorts. He tilted and tumbled until we were on the floor.
He still had me though and fuck did he make me pay. It must have been over thirty minutes of non stop scissors punishment. My head, facing skyward, locked between his bulging thighs, the back of my head almost up at his abs, his heels close to my balls, crossed over and locked hard.
Each time he flexed in It was steel like, stunning, brutal, and he worked it high, low, left right, isolated muscles targeting my neck then working together to utterly crush me.
Submission followed submission, he counted them, I lost count in the high 20s, he didn't.
My body was in overdrive fuelling my need to endure and to satisfy my raging hard on.
When he was finally done, when I was clear he was the master, we were up again, back where we started, him standing over me, me between his legs, staring out, the pressure of my defeat, clearly visible.
Tim had me in front of the mirror, he loved that, to study us in battle, him victorious, me defeated. His t shirt was drenched in sweat. He stripped it off and used it to smother me with his body juice. It was amazingly potent, I honestly felt like it energised me. I almost wanted to cry with delight, I felt like I was part of him, part of his perfection.
We were both stimulated by the image in the mirror. Even in my submissive state I was a turn on for Tim. ' you have a bit of muscle on those shoulders, good looking lad when you're sweating under me, ha ha'. I had the look of a college wrestler, on the mat, on the bottom defensive position. Unlike a college wrestler I was trapped there.
Tim was like a smaller Hercules standing over his taller pray, holding him between his thunderous thighs, burying him under his canon like balls, his primed gunner cock at the ready.
' You're leaking down there, Look at that goo trickling out of you're little cock, pull it out of you're shorts! Don't make me order you twice'.
I reached in and pulled my cock out, it was heavy and fucking huge , raw too. ' Hands off , let's see can I spit it out' For ten minutes or more Time spat down on my cock to try and make it cum. His spit was heavy and targeted and when it made contact I felt a spark of orgasm.
Tim grinned ' maybe I can squeeze it out'. So began his merciless dance of pleasure, crushing me hard between his thighs, as I started leaking he was almost gyrating with glee.
Then a mighty crush, he might even have jumped, I whimpered , I felt almost dizzy with ecstacy as the floodgates opened. Tim had suceeded in scissoring the cum out of me.
It almost vibrated out, like a jacuzzi of showering pleasure. Leaving me weak and loose and satisfied.
He was still over me, I was still trapped in his standing headscissors, the mirror was splattered with my creamy cum.
He walked me over to the reflection, dragged me over between his legs, that made me hard again. ' you can't leave that mess there , you're going to have to clean that loser juice off, get you're tongue out'.