Crushed by Tim

There wasn't much I could do to defend myself. My soulders and upper body were pinned under Tim's butt. I tried grabbing his ankle to pull his foot off my face. I couldn't get my hand around the ankle, it was too thick. 'Get you're hands off my legs', with that command, Tim flexed the scissors tightly until he was satisfied I was obedient. He forced his foot onto my face again and resumed his domination.

Tim worked his foot over my face until he had my nose between his big and index toes. He used his toes like a pliers to twist and close my nostrils. At the same time his other toes pressed into my forehead and his foot arch smothered my mouth. He knew what he was doing. I began to realize this was more than just about winning. Tim was sadistic. His goal was not just domination but to inflict pain and to humiliate me.

I was buried into his foot. I could barely see through his toes, I had to breathe deeply into his foot to get air, I was mostly breathing him, his smell.

Tim's odor was strong: sweaty, bitter, salty, nutty and leathery. It was a smell I would become very familiar with. A smell that could make me hard just thinking of it. His foot smell was more intense, it was pure sweat and dirt.

I'm not sure how long his foot gouged into me, but when he pulled it off my face, I could feel his toe nails pull out of my forehead.

I was learning that Tim didn't just do submission he did punishment. His locks involved multiple points of suffering for his victim.

It's impossible to fight off a lad who is physically superior, a better fighter and a viscious opponent.

Tim only removed his foot so he could lock his ankles and crush me again. This time it was so intense I felt my head would explode. I obeyed him and submitted, he relaxed his grip and instantly powered in again, with even less mercy.

Before I could recover his foot was back on my face again. I didn't have a chance to think clearly because his assault was relentless.
Struggling under his foot was about survival. I had to draw as much air as I could before he crushed it all out of me again.

Tim even timed it. He had said nothing for an hour except 'submit' now he told me what I would endure: 'every five minutes you're getting scissored'. I'd hear a metallic sound, it was his watch strap, then his thighs would power into my neck again.

Tim did this with precision, exact timing of my torture and duration too, five minute wait, two minute crush. Two minutes was like two hours. That was the toughest bit to survive. If I didn't submit, he would go beyond two minutes.

There was a thick smell of Tim's odour in the room. I could smell cum too. I couldn't see if he was jerking off, but I knew he was enjoying every minute of this.

I reached a point where I was just a toy between his legs. I was overwhelmed by his power. I wanted to cum but couldn't. I had to survive.
I woke a couple of times during the night. I was still between his thighs. His foot still over my face. I thought about escaping. I figured I could get to the bathroom and unload. But each time I felt his thighs move.
Even relaxed, even while he slept, his legs were massive and firm.
I drifted back to sleep.

It must have been 6 am when I heard Tim grunting. I could just about see the tip of his cock behind my head , it had to be long to reach over my head, it was very thick. I wasn't surprised, everything about him was thick and muscular.

Tim was was working the edge of his cock. I don't know if he was asleep but he was intense, like he was wrestling it.
The smell of his precum was strong. When he unloaded it fired into the air and rained down on his foot and my face.
Some of it landed between his toes and dripped into my eyes. More of it rained onto his foot and flooded down under his arch. I was breathing his cum now. It was flowing into me.
I couldn't control myself any longer . I grabbed my cock and it exploded. Cum flew everywhere.

I was terrified Tim would see I had cum. My best hope was he was asleep and by the time he woke it would be dry.

It was my pleasure to lick every drop of his cum I could. I let the rest drain into me. I felt like his alpha juice would make me more powerful.

It was thicker than my cum and tasted warm, salty, almost like a luke warm creamy soup.

I remember the pain at 9:am. There was no doubting Tim was awake. He was crushing me viciously. ' I missed out on a good few five minutes during the night'.

Tim knew how far to push me so I wouldn't pass out. He obviously knew how to work a headscissors.

'I enjoyed that little fight with you, enjoyed beating you up'. I submitted again at his command , while he taunted me.

If Tim hadent needed to attend registration he would have kept me hostage for longer. His final crush was the most brutal. It left me exhausted on the bed. I could still feel his legs around my neck for hours.
Just to make a point, he put his foot into my face before he left. 'see you later

I had never been so aroused, I felt beaten, humiliated, bruised, excited, exhausted and exhilarated.

Tim had left his jocks on my bed. I just needed to smell them, to taste them. I spent most of that morning tasting his jocks cuming and falling into ecstatic sleep.

Later I could still feel him around my neck. I could see the scars on my forehead, made by his toes.

Tim would be back soon and I was still under his control.