Crushed by Tim

Face down, between Tim's flexed thighs, staring at his crotch, pain and pleasure combined.

Right in front of me, the engine of his manhood, this was testosterone central. Those grey sweaty trunks could hardly contain his loaded beefy balls or his thick imposing cock.

The more he dominated me, the more I was drawn to his virility. It felt like we fitted together like this, my place was between his legs.

Tim felt that too. It was confirmed when he grabbed my ears and forced me as deep into his crotch, as physically possible. It was an aggressive, sudden jolt, like all of his attacks. I was flat on his crotch, I tasted his jocks and felt the base of his cock in my mouth.

Above me, Tim bragged: 'Ive got you exactly where I want you'. I braced myself for another attack. This one was the most ferocious yet. Tim's thigh grip on my neck, was vigorous and solid. 'Submit'.

I was desperate but my mouth was wedged open by the base of his bulky cock. My muffled submission was rejected by Tim, he demanded I 'get it right'. Every second brought increasing pressure and weakned me. It must have been on the fifth attempt he was satisfied and permitted my submission.

I'm not sure that fifth verbal submission was any clearer than my previous efforts, but it was Tim who had to be satisfied, obeyed. If he wasn't, I would feel it.

The relief when Tim relaxed his muscles was instant. Still a tightness there, he left no wriggle room and he delivered ongoing jolts of pressure, to remind me of his dominance.

I drew deep breaths into his crotch. My nose was buried over the top of his testicles. Hard pubic hair spiked into my eye.

Tims smell was: strong, leathery, sightly bitter. There was sweaty crotch smell too. It was addictive.

I didn't expect to feel so aroused. It was that place I was in, his physical perfection, sculpted hard muscle surrounding me, a voice of authority commanding me and a towering cock to admire.

I felt him grab my ears and pull me up, to face him. He stared at me grinning, submitted me, and forced me back down onto his crotch.
My cock couldn't hold back the flood. Cum filled my jocks and track bottoms. I was shaking with pleasure. Tim piled on the pressure. I felt his cock harden under my mouth.

Time seemed to move swiftly, it was dark, I must have been there for hours. I felt him grab my nose, forcing me to breathe though my mouth. His cock wrestled past my tongue and forced it's way deep down into me.
It filled every inch of my mouth, I was helpless. He started drilling me aggressively. I felt the thick veins nourishing his cock, pass over my tongue. With each pass, I became more familiar with each groove and edge.

I was flooded with saliva and a taste of his precum. My mouth, tongue and throat wrestled to satisfy him. I was completely overwhelmed by him. He controlled my breath, plugged my nose, gagged me with his cock, crushed me with his thighs.

Submission to Tim was total, he controlled me utterly. I didn't even need to touch my cock it was pumping like a cum factory.

Tim spat on me and rubbed his saliva into my face. He plugged my nose tightly, pulled his cock ninety percent out of my mouth and plunged in hard again.

Deep inside my mouth, he flooded me with his cum. I felt it at the back of my throat. It filled my mouth and ran into my nose.

It was warm, pungent, overwhelming. My body shook with pleasure.
Tim was masterful working me over, delivering a barrage of pleasure and pain. I worked hard to satisfy his needs and desires.

He blasted me with load after load. His cock never seemed to soften, even after he unloaded.

When he was finally satisfied, he pulled out of my mouth, lay back on my bed and flexed his muscles.

His cock was hard in front of me, I was still in Tim's headscissors. He wasn't ready to let me go.