Crushed by Tim

' You walked into it'. Tim was in his element, lying against my bed head, hands behind his head, cocky and dominant.

I was crushed between his thighs again, face down on his crotch, struggling to breathe.

He grinned, his massive thighs locked in, forcing me to plead for mercy. He punished me and submitted me, before allowing me to breathe again.

It never took long for Tim to scissors me. He was so strong he could floor, pin and lock me easily.

He loved the headscisdors. Why wouldn't he? He could admire his abnormally muscular and beautiful thighs destroying me. It gave him hours of pleasure, just flexing, watching his muscles grow, watching me squirm, and learning new ways to intensify his mastery over me.

Most of the time we were silent, aside from my groans and pleas for submission. When he did speak it was to assert his authority. He never asked if I wanted to submit, he just ordered me too. He didn't take no for an answer either.

He liked to humiliate me too. 'the state of you sniffing my cock down there'. It was right in front of me this time. My mouth was stuck at the base of his balls, his rigid cock rising high over my forehead. I could see him grinning over the tip of it.

That was all by design. Tim was making a statement of sexual dominance. I was stuck there forced to admire him and he knew the more he punished me, the more it turned me on.

He saw me trying to wank into the bed for relief and ordered me to stop ' don't you fucking dare, you only do what I say'. The order came with another powerful thigh choke.

Tim's legs felt like steel, there was no give anywhere, just total hard muscle. I was there so often and long, I knew almost every freckle and piece hair on his legs and crotch. His grip was brutal and I had to respect his total power over me.

It was blissful too, to be at the centre of his perfection, a factory of alpha seed. His cocky arrogance only added to his sex appeal.

He played with me like a toy, crushing and controlling me, to satisfy his own lust of power.

My face was covered in sweat and his crotch juice. It leaked into my eyes, nose and mouth. My ears were muffled by his mighty thighs and my eyes were buried deep into his crotch. Tim controlled all of my senses. He didn't have to speak, he only needed to flex his thighs, to control me.

It was exhausting, he had everything he wanted on top. I heard him drinking and eating at one stage and even messaging on his phone. In his element, having his kicks by using me.

From what I could see he was hard the whole time. My ordeal fuelled his cock.

There always came a point where any power to resist Tim was gone. Not just because of his physical superiority but his sexual dominance too. I wondered did his cum or sweat carry a drug that just wiped me out. I craved him and melted in the face of his superiority.

I'd lost all sense of time but it was hours, I felt like he was absorbing me and I had no strength or desire to resist him.

This was pure joy for Tim. He loved fighting and more so, phsycally controlling his opponents. With me it was part of his sexual foreplay. He got to wallow in the full beauty and power of his muscle and strength, while fulfilling his animalistic desire to conquer and control me.

The foreplay was often a long tortuous ordeal for me, until he was ready.

It always started with his balls, I'd see them grow in front of me and feel them move. Then a shuddering as he started to jerk. His thighs would lock into me as he intensified his stroking. His crotch area would fill with sweat again and then an aggressive tangle would break out between his fist and cock. Caught in the middle I heard it all and felt it all.

I strained as much as I could to see him, but he had me locked hard into his thighs. I glimpsed him with his eyes closed and mouth open, gripping his cock half way up, it's tip bright red and leaking.

There was no mistaking the smell of Tim's precum. I couldn't stop myself, my cock was bursting. I hardly pushed it into the bed at all and my head was filled with a rush of serotonin, it felt like a flood of orgasmic electric energy through my cock. Every inch of my balls, scrotum and shaft resounded with ripples of pleasure and it just flooded out, celebrating my cock head as it exited.

Tim crushed me mercilessly as I unloaded. ' I fucking told you not to, you're going to fucking lick that up'. 

He wasn't messing, he was going to make me obey his order. Tim was still hard and hadn't cum yet, he was still in of control of me.