Trapped in Tim's headscissors for over two hours now, I wait for his next move on me:
It gets really intense, really fast, when you're trapped in a headscissors. Tim has tested me with every variation, he can think of, some of these are his favourites, he's got me in the crotch variation this time:
Rear Scissors:
Attacking from behind my neck, he wedges my head up, as high as was physically possible on his cock / lower stomach area, his balls rest on the back of my neck and his thighs power into both sides of it. He crosses his ankles to lock me in and to force massive pressure. The second it starts I feel his incredible power, it's all consuming, his thighs ripple and bulge into me, I grab them but they are steely hard. Im crushed by him, I have to submit. It's only taken a quick flex for Tim, a few seconds and he owns me. If I touch his legs to try to prise them off my neck, he punishes me with them. It's too tight to escape. I Have to accept my fate. I'm trapped, Tim has me.
He loves everything about it: The opportunity to flex and admire his impressive quads, hamstrings, adductors and calves. The pride he has in his grappling skills. The feeling of power over me. The joy of being in charge.
Tim works the rear scissors like a true master. Flexing one muscle at a time to target different parts of my neck, assessing my reaction, adapting to deliver maximum pressure. A Full on flex, wins him instant submission, sometimes he he works it side to side to brutal effect.
He uses his feet to taunt and humiliate me. Pulling one foot up over my face, to smother me, forcing me to smell him or lick him. If I refuse he punishes with maximum scissors force.
Often hours pass while he lies behind me, dominant, cocky, relaxed, playing with his cock or just enjoying my humiliation.
Standing Scissors:
Tim uses the rear scissors and stands upright, forcing me to kneel on the floor, my neck locked between his thighs, my head facing out with his cock resting on it. I Don't write enough about his ass, but it's incredibly strong. If you looked from behind you would know why I can't escape, there's so much power in his thighs and glutes.
He flexes in punishing me, his legs are massive. I Grab his hard, hairy thick ankles and hold onto him. I Obey and submit, he walks me in the scissors to punish and humiliate me. Over to the mirror, so I can see him flexing and grinning above me, jerking for pleasure then resting his cock and balls on my head.
Reverse Scissors:
This could be called 'my face in his ass' scissors, that's what it is. I'm face down, on his ass, my neck scissored by his adductors and hamstrings. He powers in and does some modified pushups to add force. Tim's glutes and rear legs are sculpted like a gladiators, there is no give in them, pure muscle. It's a brutal and humiliating scissors.
For Tim, this is an affirmation of his domination, a chance too, for him to fuck the floor, with me stuck in his ass.
Crotch Scissors:
If the reverse scissors is the most humiliating, Tim's crotch scissors (his most utilised, favourite) is the ultimate statement of ownership. Tim has me trapped, face down on his crotch, crushed between his thighs, begging for submission, smelling and worshipping his cock.
That's where he has me this time, for almost three hours now. He's naked, my face and his crotch covered in our sweat and his cum. He's already shot several loads, sending him into deep orgasm. He didn't let me cum, I wasn't just physically drained by my ordeal, but tormented by the urge to celebrate his perfection with a massive cum release.
Tim was in that 'lull' now. The period after an intense wrestling session and cum dump, when he would lie back recover, and find ways to humiliate me. I Could see it in his expression, a kind of cocky stare. He looked incredible up there, above me, wettened in sweat, his brownish short hair darker now it was damp, matching his crotch and under arm hair. His muscles pumped from his exertions. His perfect squarish pecs, his slabbed abdominals glistening as he breathed.
You notice everything that close to someone's balls. My face was raw from his roughish crotch hair, his balls were beefy, heavy, reddish near the base of his cock.
He was still erect, after the session he'd just had, I wasn't surprised. He had me locked in his crotch so I couldn't see his full cock, but there was a string of his cum drool, trickling down the side of my nose, slowly leaking into my mouth.
Tim studied that and my efforts to feed off it. He said nothing, he didn't need to. This was exactly what he wanted. He owned me and I was feeding off his scraps.
All during this 'rest' period, Tim's pulse dominated me. I Felt it radiate though his thighs, crotch and balls. A Reminder to me of his alpha potency. A Twenty year old rugby jock, in his prime.
I couldn't be sure what would follow this rest period: Another wrestling session, pure headscissors domination, more sexual gratification for Tim or an hour of humiliation?
He ordered me to reach for his white ankle socks from the floor, beside me. I Looked at him pleadingly, he scissored me into submission, I reached for his socks, my ordeal was far from over!