Crushed by Tim

The morning after was rough. Not surprising, I had endured a punishing headscissors for most of the night and my second, in 48 hours. I could still feel pressure on my neck from Tim's thighs. That feeling, lasted all day.

Tim was gone but his sweat and cum stained my sheets. His body imprint was visible, where he had stretched out on my pillow, while I struggled on his crotch.

I felt beaten, stiff and sore. For all the pain and discomfort, there was excitement and arousal too.

I tried to make sense of his motivation. Tim was, as far as anyone knew, straight. His reputation, that of a college jock. I always suspected he had a rough edge, but never imagined the extent to which, domination, excited him.

That night, I had managed to glimpse him, on a few occasions, as he targeted me. His expression was focused, confident, cocky. From my perspective, he thrived on his position of power.

He was masterful at it too. He understood the power of his legs and the mechanics of his choke hold. He knew exactly where to imprison me on his muscle, to maximize impact.

The rest was about controlling me with pain, to elicit whatever response he wanted.

This was our new, non verbal language. Tim would control me without speaking. I was learning how to yield to his commands and satify him.
It was more than just about dominance, punishment and control for Tim. He relished in his humiliation of me. Sometimes, when he had me on the edge of submission, he would stare at me and whisper into my ear 'your'e pathetic, you know what you have to do'.

He somthered me into his crotch and used his cock to humiliate me too.
Tim never seemed to tire of my ordeal. I was overpowered by his body, for hours at a time.

For me it was extreme. He was genuinely tough, aggressive and strong. I was outmatched by him and escape wasn't an option.

His hard, muscled body, felt so good around me. I was in awe of his strength and of his authority.

My battle, was to to survive his onslaught and control my arousal.
How was I going to move forward now? I had to get him out of my head. I had to regain control of my cock and let it recover.

I hoped, a shower would ease my pain. But then a flashback to the night before. A detail I'd forgotten. I almost thought it was a dream but now it was clear.

As I slept between his legs, I felt Tim shake. It was dark and his balls covered my eyes. But I knew that smell. He was jerking off. It seemed to last all night, the grunts and shudders and smell, or was he jerking repeatedly during the night?

What was clear is that he used my face as his cum rag. I felt him lift me up by my hair and plaster cum into my face.

That explained why my face felt sticky and that was the pungent odour in the shower mist.

My cock stood hard pointed at the ceiling. Jet's of power shower water, rained down on it.

My knees weakened, I buckled in deep orgasm, breathing in Tim's vapour.