Crushed by Tim

Showering after the gym. The changing rooms are full of college freshers. All young (18,19,20) trying for a place on the college rugby team. Someone is frantic, he's being dragged across the floor in a headlock, by a stocky naked lad. He's struggling to breathe. 'Submit.. Submit.. Louder..' 'aaagh yes, yes !' The stocky lad releases him and he falls limp on the floor.

I can't take my eyes off the stocky lad. He's about 5ft 11 and solid muscle. His legs caught my eye they are: massive, muscular, impressive. I'm not sure if his cock is hard or just big.

Part of me is numb, that attack was brutal, the lad on the floor was no weakling either, but he was shaken.

No one in the room says anything. No one wants to be humiliated like that lad.

Im hard, I don't know why, something about this bully has turned me on . I couldn't stop thinking about him. I had to put my hand in my shorts to hold my cock back, so i could cycle home.

Over dinner my flatmate started talking about the incident. Everyone was shocked by this attack. ' the other lad was taller but that bully was a strong fucker, did you see his fucking legs?.

I could barely answer Jack. My cock was about to rip a hole in my shorts under the table. It was agony hearing him describe this muscle lad. Jack left the table for a glass of juice. It was my chance to escape to my room. I opened the door, pulled down my shorts and before I could get near my bed the dam burst. Fuck I haden't even touched it, it just gushed out. It felt like I was unloading a storm of pleasure.

I stood there grabbing my bedroom chair as cum shot into my face. I collapsed onto my my knees. I could almost suck my cock now, but I was exhausted.

I had never cum sprayed myself before. I had never experienced this level of ecstasy.

Next morning I'm getting ready for class and he's there at the door. ' Hey remember me? from school? Tim, I was a class behind you?'

Suddenly it all made sense. What I remembered was being in my senior year and this lad from the year behind me, just lays into me for no reason. He was new to the school and though a year behind, he was my age, 18. I was walking across the football pitch when suddenly he jumped me. Before I knew what had happened, he had my arms pinned under his knees. I struggled but couldn't shift him, he was heavy and knew how to wrestle. He just grinned and boasted 'i thought you were stronger than that'. The class bell rang and he was gone. I remember thinking he was aggressive and strong.

'Oh yeah I remember'. 'You saw me beating that prick up at rugby trials, he tried to tackle me hard on the pitch, he won't come near me again. No one survives that choke hold without learning a lesson, you know that hah'. Tim was here to hook up with Jack and I, as we had all been in school together. We decided to skip class and catch up with Tim.

To my eyes Tim represented physical perfection. He had a natural, perfect, physique. If he never went to the gym, he would still look fit. Tim was gifted with alpha genes. Everything was in place and big. Broad muscular back and shoulders, strong arms, perfect abs, astonishing lower body musculature: glutes, adductors, hams, quads. With every movement he bulged and rippled.

Tim had brown / black hair, grey eyes and ruggish good looks. Anyone dominated by him would remember his authoritive stare.

It turned out Tim was looking for student accomodation. Jack and I agreed he could stay with us until he found a place.

I hadn't really thought through the implications of having this alpha god staying, but it felt right to help out.

I had the bigger room so Tim would have to share with me. The living room was study space, so that wouldn't work.

Tim arrived in with his rugby bag. Pretty much all his clothes were in there. He didn't have much.

Tim wanted to toss a coin for who got the bed. I just laughed 'its my room Tim'. It was like we were back at school, Tim kept jabbing me playfully ' I'm getting the bed', I can hear you wanking up there on the bed' . 'Shut up Tim and go to sleep'. ' I'll come up there and give you something to wank about'.

I couldn't tell if he was jerking off, but I wanted to. Even the sound of him breathing was turning me on.

'I'll make you give me the bed'. Those were the last words I heard and then I was under him. I felt his shin on my throat, then his balls on my face, he flipped me over and locked me into a head scissors. It all happened in a second, I felt like an army attacked me. He was brutal and effective. Tim now controlled my bed and me . He lay back and adjusted my pillow to make himself comfortable, then he powered in. The back of my head rested on his crotch and my neck was crushed between his legs.

'Submit..Submit' . Tim didn't need to get to the second 'submit' , I was in agony. Submission was the only way to survive. It felt like I would pass out until he relaxed his grip, just enough for me to survive. I could feel his cock harden at the back of my head.

I tried to grab his legs to loosen the scissors, he punished me for that, it felt like my head was clamped. On one side my left eye was wrenched into his quad, I could just see his black hairy muscle controlling me.

'I knew you were wanking..' From above Tim could see I was hard. I bent my head back and could just make out a massive bulge from his white trunks.

He crushed me again and demanded submission. It was just the start though. Tim forced his left foot into my face. Now I was trapped between his legs and forced to smell his feet.

On night one Tim had taken control of my room, my bed, me!