Although Ciaran was a hunk of a lad I had him well pinned on his bed. He wanted dominance and yet there he was trapped and gagged. He couldn't hide his pleasure he was utterly turned on by the cum soaked sock in his mouth.
I moved higher on his chest until my balls covered his mouth. He let out a muffled sigh and I closed my thighs around his head. I was mounting him hard into the bed head. There was no way he could shift me.
It didn't take long for my body heat to exhaust him. My jocks were saturated from his breath, a breath that was pungent from that sock in his mouth. It made my jock sweat even stronger than usual. Somehow it dominated the room and it turned him on.
Ciaran's eyes watered not with tears but with orgasmic joy. There was no hiding the smell of his cum. ' you fucking savage Ciaran, you're drowning under my ball sweat and you start cumming like an animal!' I reached back into his jocks and pulled hard on his cock. His eyes flashed open with the most beautiful expression of pleasure I've witnessed. He started shaking and moaning with excitement. I had a good grip on his loaded warm cock and I used it to draw shrieks out of him.
I was almost jealous of Ciaran's reserves. The cum was pumping out of him, my hand was saturated and even warmed by it. Lumps escaped his jocks and pelted my back.
Witnessing his uncontrollable ecstasy made me feel dominant. I could have watched him submit to my stimulation all day but I was drawn to his cock. He groaned when I turned to pin his face under my ass. The sight before me was incredible. His jocks were see-through from his sweat and cum.
There was something almost threatening about his muscular college jock legs. I went straight for the prize and pulled his jocks off to knee height. That way Ciaran couldn't scissor me off him. I'm pretty certain he was too drained anyway and now he was smothered under my ass.
His cock was almost angry-looking veins pumped and primed. The lad was huge more so in thickness than length. Cut too and powerful looking. He'd been cumming through the night. Lumps of it had dried into his blondish-reddish pubes. The fresh batch was liquid and pungent with an oaty essence.
I crouched down to meet its head and offered my tongue. The spark was shocking almost electric and it made me shudder. I felt him moaning under my ass. My tongue lashed his cock head harder this time. I pulled away and watched his cock beg for more. Its veins expanded and it throbbed desperately for release.
This was heaven for me. I had total control over Ciaran's sexual pleasure. It was getting really hot and sweaty under my ass and Ciaran was desperate. 'having fun there lad, you liked that didn't you Ciaran?' I didn't make it easy for him demanding he repeat his words. His message was clear he wanted to be sucked off until he was empty! 'don't leave me half done' he begged. The torment of an unfulfilled orgasm was too much for Ciaran. I'd seen Tim mercilessly headscissors Ciaran but he was in more pain now from this sexual torment.
Ciaran had to learn what submission meant. I wasn't going to satisfy his demands. There was plenty of his fresh cum all over his crotch and legs to enjoy. Licking his crotch felt amazing. At times his pubic hair felt a little rough but it was worth it to find all his seed. I didn't even have to jerk I was spontaneously cumming all over his hard, knotted, wet six-pack it was exhilarating it almost exhausted me.
When I finally regained control of my body I had to resist the urge to stay hard. I sat there for maybe 20 minutes studying the incredible carnage beneath me. Ciaran was still rock hard and angry for release but too exhausted to escape my pin. Dried cum, what was left of it was in Ciaran's jocks and pubes. His abs were dry now but folded into natural armor as he breathed.
Ciaran was well and truly beaten. He was ready to obey 'Submit Ciaran'...' Yes'...' Say it'...'Yes, I submit'.
He looked rough when I got off him. No surprise he had been over an hour under my ass breathing me in. He pulled the sock from his mouth. I'd forgotten it was there. I was about to apologize I had really punished him but he smiled at me and he was still rock hard. Ciaran loved being dominated. He liked it rough.
As I left he was lying there naked cock erect. ' I'll get you back for this, I'm not gonna be your bitch'. I smirked at him 'says the lad cum soaked and slobbering on the bed, fight me for it anytime Ciaran, you were dominated by Tim and finished off by me!'..' exactly if Tim hadn't destroyed me with that headscissors do you think you would have had me?'
Instead of answering, I kissed him. He let me into his mouth and almost swallowed my tongue. It was intensely satisfying. He grabbed at my shorts to get my cock but I left him there wanting more.
Even as I left Ciaran was at his cock. Imagine the release he had! Tim though was on my mind. I had to meet him at the train station we agreed to travel back to college together.
I spotted him straight away, his athletic hulking stance. He wore a light blue Gymshark t-shirt. It wasn't designed to be muscle fit but it looked it on Tim. He always bought a size up or a loose fit. His physique would destroy any body-tight fabric. Everything was visible through it, his firm pronounced chest, wide thick shoulders, eight-pack abs, and his hulking back. His arms exploded out of their sleeves offering an irresistible display of masculinity. He wore shorts of course they were extra tight on him, white and rugby crested. A good brand solid polycotton but stretched to breaking point by his powerful thighs. I wondered how any shorts could hold that cock, those balls, and God-like thighs.
Tim's every move was statuesque embodying a display of muscle as though expertly crafted and posed. It wasn't as though he didn't need to pose or prep to look big he was the real thing!
On the train it was intense. He sat opposite me with his white trainers on my seat at my crotch. His impressive legs were spread wide to display his manhood. Now and then he flexed his thighs or calf muscles and he frequently put his hands into his shorts to adjust his cock. Only one other passenger noticed. She couldn't keep her eyes off Tim either.
I was turned on again Tim was irresistible. 'that was some mad holiday, you're friend Ciaran was fun, did I mess him up?'...'He didn't say anything we were all drinking that night and you had a mess fight but you did go hard on him'...' Yeah well I didn't want to hurt him, it was just enough to show him whose boss'..'I think you did that Tim'...'I enjoy the 'little' fights we have you know that hah?'
His grin said it all and to eliminate any doubt he flexed his thighs. I knew what he was planning for me!
In the months I'd got to know Tim he had established his dominance over me. Was Ciaran his next target? Did that drive me to dominate Ciaran and would Ciaran try to flip things and master me? Three fit 20-year-old jocks and now a new world of pain and pleasure to navigate.