Crushed by Tim

By Grapple Lad

Published on Nov 11, 2021

Gay

Between Tim's legs everything was heightened, my body struggled to manage the pain and pleasure he subjected me to. His thigh grip was rough, hard and deep into my neck. It controlled me and weakened me, as he willed. His crotch, in front of me, felt warm and vibrant. The smell of it alone forced my pulse to race wildly.

From moment to moment, he controlled my mind and body, taking me on a journey to celebrate his supremacy. Tim understood his muscular beauty and physical prowess. He excelled at every physical challenge; athletics, wrestling, rugby, anything he tried. When he wasn't competing he was unconsciously flexing and preening his muscles.

He told me 'I enjoy these little fights with you, beating you're ass, you're pathetic'. With me, Tim had the opportunity to satisfy his sadistic desires. Pleasure for him involved: overpowering, restraining, punishing, controlling, humiliating, dominating.

He loved each part: Sometimes the overpowering was his main aim. Raw, lengthy, brutal aggression followed by demands for submission and his aroual as I suffered.

Other times it was more about restraint, watching me struggle. Locking me into a scissors, headlock, pin and staring down, while I fought to escape.

The punishment varied too, he liked to say 'im going to work up a good sweat', that meant our fight would be a workout for him. Other times punishment was slow and sustained, so he could study his technique, try out new punishments and admire his prowess.

His satisfaction demanded total control of my body and mind. He used his physical power to crush, pin, smother, choke and punish me. It wasn't just his physical power but his muscular beauty too. My attraction to him was so strong, I couldn't touch him, without getting hard. He was sexually aroused by his physical superiority and by my humiliation. He knew I craved him and he denied me the pleasure of satisfying my lust. Instead he used me to pleasure himself.

Tim's domination was total. He controlled my physical space, my senses and smells, my levels of pain and pleasure, my lust. He told me what to say and how loudly to say it. At the peak of every submission his brutality, demands for verbal submission and dominant stare, triumphed.

That's where I was again, on my hands and knees, scissored into his crotch, suffering and wanting more of him.

There was no sign Tim was ready to ease up on me or let me go. I felt a respite though after he shot his load. His thighs were still locked hard around my neck but he wasn't crushing me. I was able to recover a bit but my cock was really raw.

Tim's cum tasted good, I always noticed how thick it was and how it tasted a bit like his sweat, but sweeter. He had ordered me to clean him and I relished the task. I started on his balls, licking lumps of cum, sucking in places, lapping other parts. He didn't acknowledge it, but he was hard and pleasured by my tongue. I lashed his pubic hair, it felt rough and tasted musky. I could only reach the base of his cock. He denied me any access to it's tower or peak. My place was under his crotch, he made that clear.

I was able to cool down too, the heat in his headscissors had been intense, it's easy to fade fast under such pressure and heat.

Tim was coming out of his post orgasm buzz though and looking for new ways to satisfy his desires. As ever, it took a while for me to figure out what that meant for me.

It didnt take long, he pulled my head up, I could see his thick cock now, towering skyward. I felt his fingers twist my nose shut and his thighs power into my neck. He stared down at me, he was planning something, was it more pain or humiliation?

I felt him pull me deeper into his crotch. His left leg locked in behind my neck. It was a variation of a seated triangle choke: his left leg locking me and resting on his right thigh. He kept pulling his left foot up towards his crotch until it was directly under my face. All he had to do was flex his hamstring and calf to crush me or pull his foot further into his crotch.

It was becoming clear what he wanted. This was about humiliation, watching me struggle between his foot and crotch.

He played with me for what felt like half an hour, forcing me in tighter, smothering me, testing my endurance, demanding submission.

The message was clear, I had no escape, I was at his mercy. He forced my face down sideways onto his foot and ordered me to lick. I hesitated and he rubbed my face into his foot and smothered me with it. He locked the scissors hard until I obeyed him.

His foot was sweaty and pungent, I was turned on by his odour but humiliated too. I could feel his pulse radiate through his crotch. It felt like his excitement grew, the harder my tongue lashed his foot.

Tim demanded I go everywhere, his heel, sole, arch, toes. I discovered he had a pleasure zone close to his arch. Every time I licked there I could feel his balls move.

By the time he was satisfied, my mouth was dry. He reversed me over to the other side, now his right leg was scissoring me and I was ordered to lick his right foot.

'Im dry, my mouths dry Tim' . I almost regretted saying that. 'Open you're fucking mouth'. He covered my mouth with his, almost like a kiss, he filled me with his saliva. We both felt a mini orgasm when our tongues touched for a second. He would deny it but it was obvious we were a perfect sexual fit.

My body gave in to that moment, that intimate taste of Tim. For a second it felt like I was a part of him. I started to cum uncontrollably in my shorts. It was deep orgasm, electrifying my entire body, shocking me with pleasure. I don't know if he noticed, if he saw me shudder or if he could smell me, he was too busy watching me lick him.

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