Crushed by Tim

Tim was a natural at groundwork. Once he had an opponent pinned down under his stocky physique it was impossible to escape. Everyone on the team was jealous of his build it was the perfect balance of muscular power and aesthetic like a wrestler-gymnast hybrid.

His arms bulged as he held me down and his chest was just as impressive. The veins in his arms protruded from his muscles and thickened with vibrancy. I tried to kick him off me, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Tim's abs were just as imposing as the rest of his body. He could feel me squirming underneath him, but it only served to turn him on. He grinned and stared down deep into my eyes until his stare conquered mine and he was in my head.

I felt him shift until his ass was comfortably seated on my chest. He planted his knees into my biceps and knelt hard into me. He studied me to find the spot that made me squirm the most. His technique was perfect kneeling up just long enough into my biceps to bring me close to submission only to sit back down again on my chest and watch me struggle with the aftermath and prepare for his next assault. 

Tim's face was inches from mine, his eyes boring into mine like lasers. His broad handsome grin signaling his confidence and invincibility.

"You're mine now," he whispered huskily, his warm breath fanning across my cheek. He cracked his knuckles a ritual he indulged in just before he would dominate me. Lying there trapped under him I braced myself and he started to smother me. His intention wasn't to harm but to weaken me. His hand over my mouth felt rough and tasted of his sweat. His fingers locked into my nose and felt intimate. He was careful to make sure I had air while he skilfully drained me of strength.

With each minute I grew weaker he leaned in closer to me so I would have to endure the intense heat of his body. His weight bore down on my chest and the air seemed to be sucked from my lungs as he pressed harder."I'm enjoying this little fight with you" he whispered huskily, his lips brushing against my ear. The feel of his breath on my skin made me shiver. "I can feel you starting to melt in my sweat."

MMA fighters know what a 'mothers milk' submission is. This sure felt like it! I was smothered under Tim with no hope of escape. The scent of his sweat was intoxicating, like a mix of leather and cum. It was a smell that turned me on. I could feel my body responding to his dominance, my heart racing, my skin tingling. I felt his pulse throb right through me. Nothing existed at that moment but him.

His weight on my chest was both suffocating and comforting. I was trapped beneath his powerful frame, but I never wanted to escape it. His hand locked over my mouth, his fingers digging into my jaw, his grip firm and possessive. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, his chest pressed tightly against me. There was only him and I, locked in this intimate dance of dominance and submission.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "I could keep you here all day," he whispered assertively. I didn't have the energy to even reply instead I groaned to acknowledge his dominance. 

Tim must have had me smothered under him for over an hour and for most of it, I was in a near-sleep state and experiencing an intense erection. It was when I felt his knees digging into my biceps again that realized he was ready to intensify his domination.

"Wakey wakey" he whispered  His thighs flexed, driving his knees deeper into my arms, making me groan in pain. He smirked as I moaned and he sat back down on my chest. Every time he did that it shifted his weight off my arms and brought great relief. I watched him sitting on me looking so fucking  perfect and thrilled by his mastery of me. I longed for him to shift his ass off my chest and onto my cock. Tim had other ideas though he was only getting started on me. 

Lying there defenseless I didn't know what to expect. Sometimes I wonder what makes him decide to shift his strategy in our fights. Is he bored or is he satisfied he's stamped his authority with a particular submission? Maybe he wants to find new ways to thrill himself?

When I feel him shift on me I know something is about to happen. This time he shifted as close to my head as he could. His ass was practically sitting on my Adam's apple and I was buried deep into his crotch. This was a statement of sexual domination Tim was rock-hard and menacingly close to my mouth. He locked his thighs into the side of my head and leaned down on me until I was breathless. My senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of his crotch even as he exhausted me. His hands wrestled mine firmly until he had my fingers bent back and crushed by his and I sighed from the pressure. 

Every bit of Tim was closing in on me. In desperation, I used my legs to try and grab his head and pull him off me. It was exactly what he had anticipated. Tim was a master grappler he wanted to get my legs and now he had them. He grabbed my ankles and forced them down to my head. I was doubled over by him. He stretched my legs out and pushed down hard on my ankles it was like some kind of spladle torment. I screamed, he pushed harder demanding submission after submission.

Enduring his constant physical and mental pressure I struggled to keep up with his appetite to dominate. The sexual excitement I experienced soothed my ordeal and I couldn't help but be excited by his perfection just twenty and  in his prime, so beautifully muscular.

He pulled my legs wide and made me leak precum. "Fucks sake look at that stain in your joggers let's see what's in there". Using his shoulders to keep me doubled over and pull at my joggers he exposed my cock. Instantly his hands were back on my ankles pulling them apart. "Look at that thing all that stringy cum leaking down onto you're face, you want to suck it don't you? Let's see how far you can bend"

He stretched me out as far as I could go and slowly lowered my cock to my own face. "That's it, take it in you're mouth like a bitch". It was a moment of power and affirmation for him. He had conquered me and was about to make me endure the ultimate humiliation. 

I struggled to avoid my precum but he wanted it in me and spread me wide until I felt a deep orgasm and my head flooded with serotonin. He watched me shiver with excitement as I felt a tingling surge of supreme pleasure and yielded to the orgasm he had orchestrated. He made me shudder too as he spread me to inflict pain. Controlled by his creative and masterful barrage of pain and pleasure I was utterly dominated. 

He was relentless ensuring I was spent of seed before he eased off leaving  my face saturated in a mix of his sweat and my cum. He shifted again to sit on my doubled-over legs burying me under his meaty balls. Tim was ready for more!