Six months in it was pretty clear my 20 year old team mate and friend was also my physical master. I say team mate because we both played rugby, but Tim was elite and me, well, average.
He had it in his genes, his father was a renowned player in his day and his older brother a college star jock. Maybe his brother used to wrestle him and own him. Something fed his sadistic appetite.
Sadistic almost sounds harsh, but what is it when you enjoy inflicting punishment? In our case it was more complex than that. Tim, 5 11, solid, stocky, muscular, was a tank. That's how opponents described him, even sports columns, one read 'Tim delivers as much punch and power as physique suggests, boy does he have speed too and he tackles and flattens like a tank'
Tim, the ruggedly cute, student jock, with manliness beyond his years was blessed with alpha genes. He might have directed this gift on a path to professional rugby or wrestling, he did go far, but something else turned him on more, his love of domination.
Always looking for a fight, often guised as a bit of harmless 'horseplay' but with a brutal submission to end it. Pretty much everyone noticed. One lad who played on an away team found himself in the locker room after the match. A powerful lad himself but kneeling on the floor, clamped between Tim's hairy thighs, begging for mercy, he was destroyed. At first everyone laughed , it had started with harmless banter and never became a serious fight. But Tim, reduced this strawberry blond, built, 20 year old, to a helpless victim, smothered into a mountain of solid muscle.
It was brutal in so many ways: he was on his knees, after showering, wet, naked, shaking from the power of Tim's scissors lock, struggling to speak when Tim ordered him to submit. He was staring straight into Tim's crotch, he was trapped there, humiliated.
There was laughter, when Tim let him go. The locker room loves a winner. The poor lad struggled to his feet, evidently drained and he fist bumped Tim to signal he too enjoyed the 'fun fight'.
What did he really think though. Did that moment change him the way it changed me, when Tim first submitted me? I looked for clues and sure enough his hands were cupped over his cock. As he entered the shower it was clear he was rock hard.
He needed another shower, he needed to jerk off, he'd just experienced an intensely hot encounter, he was beginning to understand the intense stimulation Tim had imposed on him.
Tim glanced over at me. 'That was fun, maybe you'd like a go'. Everyone laughed again. The strawberry blonde lad was the warm up act. I knew that, later me and Tim would wrestle, until he was satisfied.
Callums cum smell was strong in the shower. His cock was beautiful, more thick than long, with a strong healthy head, reddish from the beating he'd just given it.
Tim and the others had gone for a beer. Callum (the strawberry blonde) was drying off. He was magnificent to look at: solid muscle, six pack, strong legs, taller than Tim, handsome, light reddish body hair.
He was lingering so I went for it : 'that was intense'.. 'fuck yeah he's a savage, he's you're teammate, does he always do that... 'i know you think you're messing and then he pushes it, he's submitted me so many times I can't remember'... 'Wow, brutal man and you're still friends, I guess you like a bit of rough contact' ... 'Exactly nothing turns me on more'.
Callum stared at me, he hadn't expected that. I figured I could pretend I was joking if he was outraged, but he wasn't. 'thing about rough stuff Callum is you need someone to dominate or you get dominated, you just got crushed by Tim, you want to be dominated again by me?'...He grinned 'im looking for revenge man, honestly riding you're ass, riding the ass Tim rides, that's high on my list of plans now'.
I made a point of scanning Callum head to toe and then grinning, I wanted to let him know I could take him. He didn't flinch though he stared right back and scanned me. 'so you want to get down on you're knees again right here and I'll take off where Tim stopped?. ..' ha ha ha...their going to lock up here, follow me bitch'.
Walking with my heart pounding and cock stiff hard and following Callums ass, felt like ecstacy. Nervous anticipation, chance and luck had brought us together, I was going to have him!
Callum's room was tiny, he was renting a garage at the back of someone's house, student digs. Smelly too, in a glorious way, his: sweat, cum, odour. It felt like I was in his lair, this was his man cave, maybe I was at a disadvantage?
Callum had all the mess and trappings of a student jock: weights, supplements, dirty training gear, laptop, double bed, big mirror, boxing bag and beer.
On his instruction we had to whisper. 'can't wake the landlord in the house, I'm lucky to have this, want a beer?' 'Callums breath felt warm and comforting, it filled my ear as he spoke, there was a roughness even in his whisper.
We sat there, on his bed, drinking beer, whispering. It was weird and exciting. He stripped off and whispered 'you really think you can beat this'. He was flexing and laughing quietly. 'I can beat that fat little cock to begin with Callum, seriously a big jock like you, must be used to people laughing'.
That's all Callum needed to pounce. When he did it was total. He had me pinned down on his bed and stuck his tongue in my mouth. That's all it took, I turned to jelly, strawberry blonde was in my mouth, tasting like heaven, straddling me, sitting on my cock.
I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. By the time we were both naked we were already sweating heavily. Callum was still on top, my cock could find his hole now and he let me try.
'Youre going to have to wrestle me for that, you're making too much noise'. He covered my mouth with his hand. I kicked up off the bed and got him in a headscissors.
We grappled, wrestled, Callum trying to maintain his pin and me trying to weaken him with the scissors and get on top.
It was intense, we couldn't make noise, we grunted silently, demanded submission from each other, pooled our sweat, rolled and panted until I had him.
Callum was between my legs, in a headscissors, head down on my crotch. I made sure he was on his knees too. 'Looks like you're back to square one Callum, scissored by Tim and now his friend, all in one day'.
I locked in hard and watched him stare up at me, smothered into my cock, humiliated. I whispered 'submit...submit...louder'. Just like Tim does to me, it felt good. His chin stubble on my my crotch hair, his spit and sweat rolling down into my crotch. His breath crying submission, warming my erection.
Callum was mine, I felt like Tim. I wanted to share that pleasure with Callum 'Tim has this saying, when he's got someone beaten and desperate , I'm only getting started on you. I know that means a long session Callum, so we're going to be testing you're endurance tonight'.
Callum beamed at me, he was utterly turned on, his cock leaking precum, his face flush with excitement.