Wrestling Tim

My ordeal at the hands of Tim was far from over. He had wrestled me into total defeat. He was merciless and relentless, conquering me until he owned me, and to celebrate he unleashed his seed all over me.

Despite the physical strain Tim had subjected me to I was in a state of ecstasy. I just lay there, pinned under him, catching my breath and enjoying a high that was new to me.

On top, Tim was far from breathless. He was unscathed and he told me he was only warming up. He grabbed my ankles and I feared he was going to come down on me again and force them by my ears. The pain when he stretched me like that was real and he knew it. He studied my reaction to assess my threshold. When he let go of my ankles I was relieved.

He shifted up on me and sat on my chest. My face was in his crotch and I could taste the damp sweat from his grey grappling shorts. He knelt on my arms to keep me pinned.

I wasn't going to risk trying to scissors him off me, not unless I wanted him to brutalise my hamstrings again. He was studying me, staring down to check out his new conquest. I looked up into his eyes, and he stared back and overwhelmed my defenses. He found his way deep into my mind and asserted his authority there too.

Who could predict a stare-off could be so intense and erotic? I felt like he was inside me. Had he not stopped I would have been hypnotized by him. When he did I almost felt withdrawal anxiety. There was more stimulation to enjoy though. The very real sight and feel of his cock and balls on my face.

Tim's crotch was overwhelming. Not just the sheer mass of his balls or the aesthetic power of his impressive cock but the intensity of his smell too. Right there in front of me was his cum factory still fresh with spent seed and sweat. There was no way he would let me have it. Tim denied me pleasure. I got his scraps through the damp patch that covered my face.

Nothing was accidental with Tim. He took pleasure in watching me smother under his balls and he felt his sweat seep through his jocks into my mouth. I got to taste his cum even if it was mixed with his sweat. It tasted of him like I thought it would, from the smell he gave off in the locker room, all leathery and potent.

I yearned for a gulp of his creamy cum. To get it I would have to turn things around and wrestle him into submission. While I reveled in his damp stench Tim was planning his next assault but not before taunting me.

He went for my face, why not? I was trapped under him! He plugged my nose and twisted it until I groaned and for a second covered my mouth too. Then he spat on me, grabbed his sweat-stained white ankle sock, and forced it into my mouth.

Tim's face lit up with pleasure and his cock stiffened hard, turned on by its masters' humiliation of me. My cock was already stiff like a flagpole. His sweaty sock ignited my tastebuds.

I felt we were both experimenting around the boundaries of pain and pleasure. Tim always had it in him, always enjoyed fighting and punishing other lads too much. I lusted after him from the second I first saw him. I always knew we weren't going to be some kissing couple. This was something far more intense.

Tim's cock shot across my face, extending far more than most lads would. It wasn't just thick but long too. It had a menacing look, almost like a missile loaded with potency. He pushed it down on my face as if to demonstrate the damage it could do if his face fucked me. If I'm honest it scared me, the thought of trying to take it. 'You want to hold it don't you..go on try to hold a real cock, oh fuck you can't you all be pinned down there. I'll let one arm free, go on take it!

He laughed out loud when I grabbed his cock. My hand shook uncontrollably. I'm not sure if it was because I had been pinned for so long or if it was the feel of his warm throbbing cock. He let me hold it for sixty glorious seconds and then I was pinned again.

It was his turn, not that I had a choice. He reached behind his back, his hand in my shorts until he had my cock. Instantly on contact with his rough muscular hand, my cock sparked with orgasmic energy and erupted uncontrollably flooding his hand and my shorts.

Tim had only touched my cock but it was enough to own me. While I lay there shaking uncontrollably, he was off me and on his way to the kitchen for food. 'You have an hour to fuel up, take my advice round two will be tougher!