Erek, I later learned meant 'mighty', and he was. Tim's French nemesis, his opposite number on the French team. Like Tim, he was 20, a natural athlete and top try scorer for his team.
The tension was obvious on the pitch, both powerful athletes determined to push the other to extremes, out run, out muscle, out score, each other.
Neither liked it when the other bettered them, threats were whispered and blows exchanged, away from the refs radar.
By the third match, Erek had an overall try advantage over Tim. The French team gloated and christened Erek as their 'Tim Slayer'.
Erek's team, as the home side, were our hosts. They supplied our dorms, food and transport.
To a neutral observer, with managers and officials present and for most of the players, it was tour of great sprtsmanship.
For Tim, there were scores to be settled, on and off the pitch, there could only be one alpha in this tournament.
I found Erek irresistible, physically he was stunning, handsome with short black hair and intense brown eyes. Built like a fresher rugby jock in his prime, Erek was 6 ft, wide, stocky, muscular and manly. You would be forgiven for thinking he wore two sizes down to look big. His blue under armour t shirt wasn't even slim fit but he had it reduced to a rag. His shoulders, back and pecs forcing the seams to ripping point and his biceps so peaked and firm, they split the sleeves apart.
There was something deeply sexy about Erek's arms, his tanned skin with almost no body fat, showing off every vein and sinew of his youthful muscle.
Erek out muscled Tim on top, below that Tim was dominant. Erek couldn't compete with Tim's legs, hours, months in the gym could never match Tim's genetically perfect tree trunks.
It was inevitable there would be a fight for supremacy. It happened over a card game. There was just Erek, Jacque, Tim and I, drinking, playing poker in our dorm.
Around midnight Jacque had enough and left for his dorm. Tim and Erek had been trading 'friendly' insults all night.
Things got physical and I found myself watching a highly erotic fight. Erek had forced Tim into a side headlock, the strength of his grip was incredible. He had Tim's neck in tight and his bicep hard into Tim's face. I'd never seen Tim look vulnerable before, he was struggling and Erek's arms were swelling with vigor. Tim looked helpless and weak, he couldn't get out.
To my surprise, I was turned on by the sight of my dominator, struggling under the power of this French jock. Would Tim actually have to submit?
Erek was rock solid and confident, Tim couldn't shift him at all. Close to fifteen minutes had passed and Tim was almost finished.
No one said anything, the only sound was Erek grunting as he flexed into Tim and Tim breathing heavily to fight off the heat generated by Erek's body.
Tim was covered in Erek's sweat and under Erek's tanned body he looked pale and subdued.
You can never count Tim out, he's a strong and brutal alpha. Erek found this out the moment Tim scissored him.
Erek hadn't expected Tim, in his weakened state, to get his thighs around his neck.
It was a magnificent sight, Erek sitting on the bed opposite me controlling Tim with a headlock and now Tim's bulging thighs locked around Erek's neck.
Erek didn't know, what I knew, submission to Tim didn't mean mercy it just meant survival.
Tim's revenge would leave no doubt in Erek's mind about his place as Tim's conquest.
Now it was a battle of pure alpha muscle. Could Tim's powerful thighs submit Erek before he drained Tim's remaining strength?
I wasn't sure if it was the sheer physicality of it, but both Tim and Erek were hard, under their shorts, really hard, cocks lifting their shorts, edging out.
Erek's nose and mouth were crushed by Tim's thighs. He was struggling to sustain his endurance, his eyes started to water and his confidence evaporated.
Tim took every advantage his powerful legs afforded him. It didn't take long for Erek to submit and release Tim.
Erek was forced to my place of submission, between Tim's crotch, face down on Tim's crotch. Tim demanded submission, Erek complied and fell flat on Tim's crotch.
Tim placed a cushion to support his back so he could relax, raised on the bed, to study his prey.
Erek struggled, groaned and submitted throught his ordeal, reduced to a powerless dependent, by Tim's imposing thighs.
I felt every movement of Tim's quads, phantom pain, I knew what Erek was going through, the sheer power and excitement of being crushed right into a jocks manhood, made to submit to it and smell it, smell his own defeat and Tim's victory, all on Tim's cock.
I wasn't mistaken either, that smell was obvious and a symptom of Erek's defeat. He had been sexually overpowered too, so turned on by Tim he had shot his cum out.
When Tim was satisfied Erek was drained, he demanded a final submission and released him.
Erek struggled off the bed, as he walked past me, he left a cum trail on my bed. If Tim wasint staring at me I would have licked it. I wanted to taste Erek.
His ordeal ended, Erek was back in his own dorm. My guess he was jerking to the memory of his ordeal. He had just experienced a high, only obtainable by serving a master with Tim's muscle and attitude.
Tim had stripped naked to cool down, or to show off or to torture me? It was torture; that thick almost muscular cock, his bull sized balls and rough pubic hair, those statuesque thighs and calf muscles, his alpha gaze.
'That cocky fucker won't try a headlock on me again'. Tim was restating his supremacy to me. He needed to erase my memory of his struggle in Erek's headlock.
'Get over here, you know what you have to do, don't make me go harder on you'.
Tim grinned as I stood up from my bed, he could see my cock was rock hard. He loved how he could dominate me in that way.
I went face down onto his crotch, eager to smell his cock sweat while he crushed me to submission.
'Not that way fucker, face up'. For one brief moment I almost tasted his cock, at least I'd felt it's warm mass in my face. I'd smelled it too, manly and pungent'
Lying on it was the next best thing, feeling it harden behind my head as he crushed me. The brutality of that lock, rock hard, deep like a human clamp. Relentless and unyielding until I had exhausted my submissions and satisfied him.
Finally he loosened his grip slightly and forced his left onto my face. Here I would remain imprisoned licking one foot at a time, for as long as he found that pleasurable. Behind me, controlling me, Tim pleasured himself, ejecting cum high in the air, leaving me to hope a droplet might land near his foot so I could taste that too.
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