Tim was in incredible shape on the trip to France. Barely 20, still boyish in appearance, except for his heavily muscled physique. I saw it on the faces of our French opponents, players and officials alike, their surprise when this five foot eleven youthful looking lad stripped. 'How can he be so big?'
The sun had tanned him up nicely, he was dripping sweat after the match and shouting about that third try he'd scored. The roof window above, highlighted his perfection: he stood arms clasped behind his neck, signalling dominance as a young God would. His pose, accentuating the boulders and ball shaped muscles of his shoulders and biceps. Such a thick heavy back and pumped chest could only be supported by a solid sculpted abdominal wall. As ever, naked in the locker room; his cock thick, long, cut and semi erect. His heavy, hairy, testosterone charged balls hanging between his magnificent, bulging thighs.
With every movement, ripples of muscle, as each part of his physique cried out to be studied and worshipped. The puddle below his athletic calf's and feet, catching post match sweat and offering a testimony to his power.
His locker was behind me. He shoved his cock right into my face to access it, really pushed it into me. It felt hard, but he wasn't erect, like every other part of Tim, it was strong. I was eye level with his cock head. To me it was a dangerous thing of beauty. Something to be respected and serviced.
As he rummaged through his locker, it prodded it's way menacingly across my face secreting a distinct cummy smell.
No one commented or noticed, Tim was almost cock slapping me. In the mirror opposite I saw his solid muscular ass and caught two lads staring at it. Maybe they were too turned on by Tim, or fearful of him, to comment ?
When he was done, he turned and my face was almost in his ass, my tongue wanted to go in as he walked away, towards the shower.
I had to wait until the other the other lads were dressed and gone, before I could stand, I was too erect.
The shower seemed very appealing, somewhere I could release my pent up desire. The pressure was amazing, my neck and shoulders relaxed instantly and only my cock stood solid to embrace the spray.
I closed my eyes and imagined I was deep between Tim's thighs, my face down on his cock, him staring down on me, ordering me to lick him.
I was ready to jerk and offer a big load in his honour, when he stepped in. 'knew I'd find you in here wanking, on you're knees, you know what you have to do'
Tim had caught me hard and ready to jerk, I fell to my knees aroused and stunned, and faced his cock.
He looked at me with that stare, the one I see when he has me under his physical control and he orders me to submit, a stare of total authority. 'Younever learn, turn around'.
I had to obey, Tim was brutal when I didn't, he would punish me and I wanted his cock.
I wrestled with fear and excitement, would I be able to take his cock in my ass? Would he go too hard and rough me up, maybe even choke me out? I spread my ass wide waiting to take him.
When I felt him it was far more brutal than I expected and he wasn't in my ass, his thighs were locked into my neck. Tim had me crushed in a standing headscissor.
The shower spray was falling fast down over him, hitting his erect cock and flooding over my face.
I held onto his steely calf muscles while he flexed harder into my neck. In the glass shower door I witnessed my destruction. Such immense power over me, a mighty cock and bulging thighs holding me prisoner, making me suffer and controlled by a sadistic master.
'Submit..Submit' ' Yes, yes ash Tim Yes' ..' Submit, louder, I can't hear you'...I submit!'.
Satisfied, he let me breathe again but still held me firm, and flexed in again repeatedly, to keep me subdued.
On my hands and knees, defeated, imprisoned by him, I watched him jerk off above me.
He was aggressive, even with his own cock, as he jerked it hard he shook and I felt the force.
I could see it thicken and grow in the glass, it was like a beast hunting it's prey. Tim jerked faster and crushed me with his thighs. My head was a tool to enhance his pleasure.
He was so aggressive he was sweating in the shower, his cum was starting to leak.The steamy air filled with his smell.
My cock was bursting beyond it's limits. I was utterly desperate to answer the call of his alpha scent.
I couldn't separate Tim from me, it was so steamy and sweaty and cum filled when he released his load. Every time his thighs crushed me, I was forced to submit and breathe in his cum filled vapour.
We were both hard and it seemed nothing would satisfy his cock. He jerked and shot several loads.
In the distance someone shouted 'get a move on lads, the coach is leaving in five'.