Joe sat next to me on the train to Luna Park:
'that fight with Tim was wild, he doesn't hold back, he had you so tight in that scissors, no way he was letting you out'.
'For a minute he thought I might have him, his ego wouldn't allow that Joe'
'Hey listen, I've been there, we had a scrap a year back and I was stuck in a headlock for like an hour, he just wouldn't let me out, he just appeared to enjoy the power or something. That was nothing like today though, his legs are fucking strong, you must have suffered? and to be stuck there smelling his crotch, that's just so low.
As Joe recounted the details of my humiliation, I was staring right at the source. Seated opposite us, bulging out of his white rugby shorts, Tim, chatting with David. His shorts always appeared a size or two small, but it was his extraordinarily development, that caused the issue. Everyone noticed, team mates envied his hamstrings, quads, adductors and calfs.
'looking at that beast in his shorts youre lucky to be alive, ha ha, seriously the size of his cock'. 'hey Joe not so loud, if he heard you we would both be history'
Joe had a few beers after dinner, we all had, otherwise he would be more careful with his comments about Tim. But Joe was correct, that impressive mound in Tim's shorts was his cock and he wasn't even erect. Less than two hours ago it was right in front of me, I knew it's size.
It wasn't just his cock or muscle, there was more to Tim's physical beauty than that. He was youthful, ruggedly handsome and had this masterful stare, if he caught you're eye. His head hair was cut short and was brownish / black in colour. It covered his legs, armpits and crotch too, without obscuring his physique.
On the train, his legs were spread wide. He wore a tight navy t-shirt , white rugby shorts, white ankle socks and blue/white trainers. His arms were spread out clasping the back of his head, and his biceps were flexed. This was Tim relaxing in the classic dominant pose. Whether conscious or not, he radiated virility and strength.
I tried to resist the temptation and to silence his words in my mind 'we will finish this later', I couldn't take my eyes off him or keep my cock down. What was he going to do to me later?, the thought of being under his control again was exhilarating.
The train didn't help, shaking shuddering, the rhythm of the tracks. I wasint going to cum on my way to a fun park, just at the sight of Tim?
I made it through the journey and managed to hide my arousal, but there was more temptation to come. Tim went straight for the mechanical arm wrestling booth, we all watched him wrestling with the machine, biceps popping until he achieved a near perfect score. Then it was on to the football strength test. The test, to kick a football as hard as you can to test leg power. We all beat the average, as 20 year old rugby players that was expected, but Tim's power was off the chart, so he had several goes. A crowd gathered to applaud and video his prowess, while I lusted after his thighs.
Beers helped to calm me as well as the ride next to Tim, on the giant rollercoaster, hanging over a cliff, with a stunning view of night time Rome below. Breathing in the warm summer breeze, beside him, filled me with pleasure.
At some stage we met group of Italian girls and chatted. Despite all the lads best efforts, we ended up alone, on the last train back.
Joe and David both slept on the return journey. Tim sat opposite me, planted his feet on my seat, to each side of my head right beside my ears, and closed his eyes. His message was clear, you're under my control. For the next hour I studied his legs close up and waited for my ordeal.
As soon as we hit the dorm, Joe and David were asleep. Their beds were on the other side of the room. Tim was beside me and my bed was beside the balcony.
Maybe Tim was just mouthing off earlier and he would sleep off his beer too? When he stripped naked and went to his bed, I figured that was it for the night.
About ten minutes later I felt his hand covering my mouth to silence me, he was on my back, and had me in choke hold. Before I could think, I was outside on the balcony, with him.
'Submit? Submit?' I nodded. 'On you're knees'. Tim's choke hold was ferocious, I had no choice but to drop. Immediately I felt my neck crushed by a powerful force. It took a minute in the dark, for me to realize, he had put me in a standing headscissors.
I tried to pull at his thighs to prise them from my neck. Not only were they rock solid, but they were also too big for me to handle with any effect.
'get you're hands off my legs' Tim commanded, before crushing me with brute force. I obeyed and knelt helplessly on my hands and knees, between his legs.
I could see the reflection on the glass balcony wall, in front of us. Tim standing strong and powerful, his cock stretching out over my head, me crushed between his legs. He noticed too and flexed his biceps to taunt me.
About thirty minutes in, I was exhausted, Tim was working the scissors hard. I tried to hold onto his ankles. He responded by walking around the balcony and dragging me with him. 'Ive got you where I want you, submit, say please, say pretty please'.
The more I obeyed Tim, the deeper his pleasure was. With me defeated under his balls, he started to stroke his cock above me.
I watched him helplessly in the reflection and tried to stroke my own cock. He ordered me not too. My fate was to watch him jerk off, to his own dominance and my humiliation.
Tim wasint in any hurry either. The longer he stroked and stimulated himself, the more he could enjoy my ordeal.
He worked his cock and his headscissors, masterfully. Delivering pain to me and pleasure to him, simultaneously.
Rough as my ordeal was I was fed by his power. I felt all his movements through his crotch and legs; his jerking, his orgasm.
Just before he came, he powered into my neck to stimulate his balls and it felt like we were both in deep orgasm.
My cock unloaded by itself saturating my boxer trunks. I closed my eyes expecting a shower of Tim's cum.
Instead I found myself in a choke hold again, his cum drenched hand covered my mouth. Tim whispered in my ear 'Lick'
He watched me from behind suffering his headlock, gagged by his cum soaked hand.
My tongue relished every drop of his juice and when I had swallowed it all he grinned.
By the time I was on my feet he was stretched out naked on his bed.