Joe was stunned by Tim's headscissors: 'ive never seen any lad do that to another, I mean you were messing about and bang he has you on your knees, between his thighs, youre face planted into his crotch, what the fuck?..and he's loving it, laughing at you, showing off. He had you totally fucked, you had to submit man'.
It was strange listening to Joe analysing my predicament. He was a fit gym jock and practiced BJJ too. Truth be told, I had a thing for him. About my height 6ft 2, but thicker than me. By thicker I mean he had arms and shoulders I was envious of. Sure I have gym built muscle, and I reckon it looks good, but Joe's starting point was double mine. His wrists forearms, biceps, triceps , everything was thicker, more vascular, more muscular.
Joe had witnessed a mess fight between Tim and I. We were playing poker at my place, I won, Tim joked I had cheated and it led to a friendly scrap. What Joe didn't realize was Tim's idea of a fun fight was all out domination.
I found myself being thrown by Tim, he was all over me, we tumbled and rolled and I ended up like a dog on all fours, Tim locked me between his thighs and planted himself on the armchair.
If you want to humiliate someone I guess forcing them on all fours, face down onto you're crotch, is a good start? The icing on the cake is making them submit?
When Joe witnessed that, he couldn't believe Tim didn't let me go when I submitted: 'you tap , it ends right, so Tim, he just looked like he was getting his thrills off punishing you, sure he eased off on you, but he wasn't letting you out...and that fucking pose, hands behind his head, biceps popping, grinning?
I tried to explain Tim's desire to be the best, a super athlete. Joe wasint buying it though. 'man that's someone who likes humiliating you, I mean he's what 20, 21? you both are, and he's forcing down onto his crotch like that! Don't get me wrong I'm not blaming you, there was no escaping that, honestly his legs are massive, I mean muscle like you don't ever get, no matter what you do in the gym'.
I tried to change the subject because Joe was just turning me on, describing Tim's physical power and domination of me. He kept going back to it though: 'at least 45 minutes, no more like 90, he kept you there, if I wasn't there he'd probably still have you in that scissors!... it was like a gay porn scene man, you're mouth was open, a pool of spit and sweat under it, right on his cock. You're just stuck there, submitting every time he demands it and he loves it!
Joe was half joking but the picture he described was accurate. Tim was wearing white rugby shorts and they were saturated by a combination of my spit and our sweat. His was powerful crotch sweat, a smell I always get when he submits me like that. 'youre the BJJ man Joe what would you do in that position?...'suck his cock, it's what he wants!'. Joe said it as a joke but I wondered if that turned him on too? 'to be serious man there's not much you can do, he's too strong there, I mean a headscissors or triangle, you can put someone to sleep fast and he was playing with you. It didn't seem to even take much effort for Tim, he only had to flex a bit and no insult intended, you were begging for mercy. I saw you try to escape but he just punished you each time.'
Everything Joe said just confirmed what I'd known, experienced for a couple of years. He had no idea how many prolonged headscissors Tim had forced me to endure, or how much arousal Tim and I had experienced, from our 'combat'.
As tough as Joe was, he vowed to avoid any physical encounter with Tim: 'after seeing that, and seeing the size of his legs, I'm not taking him on ever. I don't want him using me like a footstool!
Joe described what he thought was a fight. It was more than that, Tim was hard under those shorts and leaking precum. My tongue was hanging out, hoping to taste him!
Tim had made the excuse he was tired, he was probably jerking off upstairs, waiting for Joe to leave, and when he did, Tim was waiting for me.
I opened my bedroom door, there he was, lying on my bed naked, legs wide open, flexing his thighs, clicking his fingers pointing to his crotch: 'you know what you have to do'.
That was a command, and I did know, I had to submit to his headscissors and do it the way he wanted it. He wasn't going to let me lie flat on the bed so I could pleasure myself, while he punished me. Punishment meant sexual gratification for Tim and the denial of that for me.
Tim wanted me on the floor, on all fours again, where we had left off, except he had my bed this time. I obeyed and crawled in between his muscular, hairy thighs. He pulled me in tighter, until I was wedged solidly.
I kept waiting for him to lock in, he ordered me to look at him. He wanted to see my submission close up. His thighs powered up and in, I was imprisoned between them. He crushed me, it felt massive, relentless, steel like and impressive: 'submit' ... 'yes'...'louder'...'I submit'.
I was slobbering on his balls, sweating, panting, suffering. His cock was right in front of my eyes, I could only see it's base though. I studied every manly ridge and vein close up. My tongue was right on his balls, I could lick him, taste his ball sweat. He didn't stop me.
So close to the prize, it was right there in front of me, his cock head, solid, upright like a flagpole , too high for me to see and if I dare touch it, he would crush me again.
Should I risk grabbing my own cock, would he see me?, I needed to shoot my load? I tried, he wouldn't let me, he crushed me more brutally this time: 'youknow the fucking story, don't be stupid'.
I loved how strong and commanding he was. I imagined the power, the feeling he had, of having me, trapped on his crotch, obeying him. I felt it too, his pulse throbbing harder, when he exercised his power over me.
He used me, like some kind of balls stimulator, a sex toy to fuel his erection. I could almost feel his cum factory ignite, his balls moved, faster and faster, the vessels at the base of his cock, thickened, his thighs locked into my neck as his excitement grew. I could see nothing but his balls and pubic hair. My face was covered in his cock sweat . He jerked hard, grunted, flexed his thighs in on me again, he was shaking and me with him, I was desperate for his cum, I could smell it start to leak. That Tim smell, his alpha scent, powerful, nutty, manly. I lashed my tongue and took what I could of his ball juice.
It sounded like a whine, it was the sound of bliss, Tim was in orgasm, shaking almost uncontrollably. His cum shot out, I heard it hit my bed head and shatter, droplets raining down on me.
Tim was almost breathless , his heart pounding, still wrestling his cock, no sign of it losing power. Another load shot out, his thighs were soaked with sweat and cum now. It felt like I was clamped in the depth of his manhood.
I was exhausted and desperate to cum, Tim was only getting started!
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