Since the beginning of our college days, we were inseparable. We studied together, played rugby, and enjoyed each other's company. Tim was more than just a friend, he was my best mate. Wrestling was our passion and turn-on. Tim possessed every physical quality that I admired. His body was the epitome of a supreme rugby player: broad shoulders, a strong muscular back, thick arms with bulging biceps, well-defined six-pack abs, a firm ass, and powerful legs. I was familiar with every inch of Tim's impressive physique as he used it to dominate and excite me during our intense wrestling matches.
Despite spending months wrestling and submitting to each other, I realized that I knew very little about Tim. His background was a mystery to everyone, including me. All we knew was that he was on a scholarship, his brother was a former star athlete, and his parents held good jobs. However, rumors circulated about Tim's troubled past. It was said that he had been expelled from a prestigious school and sent to a rougher institution before college. Tales of his fights and rule-breaking were abundant, painting him as a bully who asserted his dominance over his peers. One victim even recounted being headlocked and choked by Tim in the locker room.
Tim was popular in college. It helped he was the star rugby jock on the freshers team but he was good-looking and charming too. I watched amused every time the girls cheered him on commenting on his stunning legs or his perfect ass. Tim loved the attention and was happy to bed all comers. Two girls openly joked online about Tim being their 'go-to' fuck citing his impressive manhood and his boundless energy. He loved having their attention and affirmation it all tied in neatly with his image as a 20-year-old stud.
I needed to know more about my complex friend. Who was this lad who liked to dominate me and casually fuck girls? So when he invited me to his home I was stunned!
"Wanna come see my place next weekend?"
"Yeah Tim that sounds great how come, how"
"Yeah I know you all think I have this dark secret it's just I live with my family so they're on holiday"
"Yeah haha Tim"
"Let's face it I can do anything I want to you anyway so I don't need to get you home but maybe I can come up with something special"
I laughed and shook with excitement. I couldn't help but wonder what Tim might do to me.
Tim resided approximately 20 kilometers outside of the bustling city, in a charming small town nestled along the coastline. The area was renowned for its lush gardens and picturesque views. On a scorching hot day, we decided to take a bus to his hometown. As we journeyed, the warmth of Tim's breath on my ear as he dozed off against my shoulder stirred something within me.
The bus rumbled along the uneven road until we reached his stop. The driver announced our arrival, prompting me to awaken Tim from his sleep. I couldn't resist capturing a snapshot of him in that peaceful state, his handsome youthful features on full display. He awoke swiftly, playfully punching me and instructing me to disembark.
My anticipation grew as I prepared to explore the place where Tim had grown up - his house, his room, his bed. Upon entering, I was greeted by a neatly arranged and modern space. "I'll give you a tour later, but first, how about a swim?" Tim suggested eagerly. Following him upstairs to his bedroom, a familiar scent overpowered me. It was his unmistakable aroma, intensified in his domain of masculinity.
Surveying the room, I noticed the walls painted blue. In one corner, his weights and a bench were neatly arranged, while a mirror lay on the floor. His sneakers were lined up beside the window, next to a laundry basket overflowing with his Nike jocks and Adidas socks. Every aspect of his room exuded an aura of dominance, confirming my expectation of a jock's paradise. The sight and scent of his surroundings sent a rush of exhilaration through me.
Turning around, I caught sight of Tim standing before me, completely naked. He was a sight to behold - a vision of athletic perfection, boasting impressive muscles and chiseled physique.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from him on the beach. The ocean water added a lustrous sheen to his manly aesthetic. His muscles moved in perfect synchronization, making his swift butterfly stroke look effortless. As he rested on the sand, his well-defined six-pack abs portrayed a sense of power with each breath.
"You're so lucky to live here, Tim. It's amazing,"
"I suppose so. It keeps me in shape. This is where we used to play as kids. You can roughhouse on the sand and have a good time. My brother and I used to wrestle here all the time. It was rough, but he taught me everything I know. He trained me well, didn't he?"
"I can't argue with that, Tim. You're a great wrestler," I admitted.
"Now that I have you right where I want you, you know what that means!" Tim exclaimed with a grin.
Tim was clearly provoking me, preparing me for an intense session. We enjoyed lunch at the beach cafe, where Tim introduced me to his old school friend, Mark. They reminisced about their childhood antics, with fights being a common theme. Mark shared countless stories of Tim starting fights with outsiders, even claiming that Tim once broke someone's arm. Tim vehemently denied this accusation.
Mark proudly boasted about winning most of their wrestling matches, much to Tim's chagrin. Although Mark meant no harm, it was evident that Tim's ego was bruised. Despite Tim laughing it off, his body language gave away his true feelings - he would crack his knuckles when feeling aggressive.
As we bid farewell to Mark and left the beach, Tim was edgy. He expressed disbelief at Mark's stories and belittled his physical abilities. Tim was clearly agitated and eager for a wrestle. It was clear that Mark had triggered something in Tim, igniting his need for dominance.
I knew I had to prepare myself for what was to come.
On arrival at the driveway, Tim immediately placed me in a side headlock. I was taken aback and protested, "What the fuck Tim?" He remained silent and his grip was so firm that I couldn't repeat my question. The driveway seemed to stretch on forever as he led me like a dog on a leash to his front door, up the stairs, and into his room. Once inside, he forced me face down onto his filthy socks and proceeded to choke me into submission. This ordeal continued for over an hour, with Tim remaining silent except for sporadic demands for me to yield to him.
Throughout he was lying on his side to force the weight of his upper body on me. He worked his legs to press his body weight into the headlock. His cock was visible bursting through his swim trunks and leaking precum. He saw me stare at it and grinned. I was totally turned on by him and desperate to cum but he ordered me to pleasure him.
"If you even try to jerk your fucking cock near me I'll sleep you! Stop fucking moaning and do what you know you have to do"
"Tim I"
"That will shut you up, you like a sweaty sock in your mouth don't you?"
I found myself completely ensnared in Tim's formidable choke hold, drenched in his perspiration and gagged by his sock. He had outmatched me, leaving me utterly defeated and humiliated.
It was an intense experience of pleasure and pain. I was not allowed to relieve my aching cock, so I focused on pleasuring his instead. Even as he submitted me, I gripped and stroked his thick, meaty cock. I could feel the veins bulging and the rush of his warm virulent release as it pulsed through him. He moaned with ecstasy as his creamy essence spilled over my hand, splattering the mirror in front of us. His seed warmed my hand and in that moment, I had power over him. With each stroke, I made him cry out and forced more pleasure from him. He reasserted his dominance by tightening his grip on me until I could no longer extract his seed. Tim emerged triumphant and when he released me, I licked his cum off my fingers to taste his victory.
I was just half a day in his home and already dominated. We had a long weekend ahead of us.