What must it feel like to stand over another lad, lock him between you're thighs, crush him, submit him, humiliate him, make him watch his ordeal? Tim got off on it, jerked off, all over me. He relished every bit of it, the power, the control, and the satisfaction.
I had been trapped, I suffered and I submitted. But I was also completely turned on by the experience. Tim was an athletic work of art in his prime and a demanding master.
We both wanted more of it. The final days of the trip to Rome were rough. Tim tried to seize an opportunity, out of sight of the rest of the team, to get me back, between his legs.
He seized the opportunity, when the lads had gone to breakfast. I was in the shower, I felt him come at me from behind with a double arm bar. He forced me down on my knees, released the armbar, and trapped my neck between his thighs. I was back in a standing scissors, he flexed into me, I was was about to scream submission when I felt his hand cover my mouth. 'Shut up, this is going to be fast and silent'.
I felt him tugging at his cock as I struggled between his thighs. He was desperate to unload. There was a familiar vibration around my neck and a jolt of electrical energy, his cum shot out. Days of pent up testosterone were released in a steady, creamy, stream. The shower glass was splattered with it. He released me, I was kneeling beneath him, he ordered me to lick his cock clean.
As soon as I had serviced him, he was gone. I was left to shower with his cum and to satisfy my lust for him.
A week after we were home, Joe came to visit. We got talking about the trip, and he was still shocked, at the fight he had witnessed. 'man that was a crazy scissors choke hold Tim had you in, he was just destroying you between his legs, hell their powerful too, must have been really tough in there. Worst still he was fucking enjoying it, didn't want to let you out'.
Joe reckoned there must have been some way to get out of Tim's scissors. We had a bet. I would put Joe in a basic headscissors and if he could get out, he would win the bet.
Size wise, Joe and I were evenly matched. Both around 6ft 1 athletic build. We both stripped down to our rugby shorts and I lay on the floor, with his head between my thighs. On a count of three, I locked my legs at my ankles and squeezed his neck with my thighs.
Immediately Joe was under pressure, the back of his head was on my crotch and I could see him struggling beneath me. He grabbed at my thighs, ankles, knees, shins, desperate to find a weak point.
I worked the scissors as hard as I could, to show him how tough it was to escape. I forced him to the left and powered in and then to the right, middle, left, right, repeat.
It took longer than I thought to submit Joe. By the time he tapped, we were both covered in sweat.
'ok take you're point, not easy to escape that and Tim is bigger than both of us combined'
It felt good to beat Joe, maybe I could get revenge on Tim? How would he like a taste of his own medicine, to be crushed, submitted, humiliated? I was turned on by the thought of Tim, scissored between my legs, eating my cum.
I had it all worked out. I would take Tim by surprise and own him. It was planned for Thursday, Tim was visiting, as always it was an excuse for a grappling session. The only difference was, this time, I would win.
As soon Tim arrived, I jumped him and had him on the floor. He was briefly stunned as I'd hoped, so I quickly locked him in a scissors. I had him exactly like I'd had Joe a few days before. I put every bit of power I could, into weakening him.
It only took seconds to realize Tim was much tougher than Joe. There was no sign I could break him.
Instead Tim turned around in the scissors so his head faced my crotch and then he forced his elbows between my upper thighs to wedge enough space, and free his neck.
Tim was free, his escape was fast and effective and his revenge brutal. I felt his thighs clamp my neck and I was forced across the floor, to the corner of the room. I was on my knees, Tim sat above me on a chair, I was his leg rest.
He stared at me, caught his breath, cracked his nuckles: 'you asked for it'. I was back, where I had been so many times before, between his thighs, being punished.
The first 30 minutes or so, was just pure unrelenting punishment. Tim was out for revenge, he crushed and submitted me repeatedly.
When he was satisfied I'd learned my lesson he eased off a bit. It was enough to allow me to raise my head, and look up at him. He grinned, pulled his cock out of his shorts and started playing with it. About ten minutes in his phone buzzed, he started chatting to someone. I was stuck there on my hands and knees, watching him pleasure himself, being used as his footstool.
Finally the call ended and he submitted me again. Grabbing a can of beer from the table beside him he opened it. The foam covered me and he just smirked before finishing the can. He opened another 'that was good, want some?' I'd sweated so much I was desperate for any liquid. I nodded yes. He put the can to my mouth and let me taste a few drops, before smirking again and finishing off the can himself.
It was all part of his plan to consolidate his ownership of me. I had to accept I was utterly under his control. He thrived on this, it made him feel strong and all powerful.
Tim focused his attention on his cock again. Rubbing, pulling, massaging it, watching me staring at him do it. It felt like we were both admiring his cock. He grabbed my ears and pulled me deeper into his scissors, so my face was right beside his cock.
He used my face to pleasure his cock, rubbing it into my nose, over my mouth, over my eyes, slapping me with it. He ordered me to lick his balls while he strocked the head.
My tongue lashed his hefty, hairy balls and drew his sweat back into my mouth. I was desperate to taste his cock too. I reached up to stroke it but he squeezed me back down into submission.
He thighs controlled me, but the more I stimulated him, the less attention he focused on the headscissors. So I sucked and licked his balls, concentrating on the zones that produced a high for him.
The connection between us was exhilarating, our bodies locked together, exchanging pain and pleasure.
The base of his cock was fully pumped, fired up, pulsing, I couldn't see the top but it felt like this monster, was going to erupt.
It was like a battle between my tongue and his cock, could I make him cum by working on his balls?
I was ready to take him in my mouth, I wanted all of it deep down, so I could swallow him. He was in charge, all I could get was the sweat off his balls.
He groaned, I could smell his cum, he pulled me up off his balls, he had cum on his hand and massaged it into my face. He forced me down again, into his balls.
His smell was all over me now, I was breathing in his cum and ball sweat. He submitted me again.
I could feel him jerking hard above me. Each motion more aggressive until we were both shaking.
He pulled my head up and aimed his cock at my face. His cum hit my forehead and spalshed down my face and all over his crotch and balls.
He forced me down again and ordered me to clean him up. I lashed his inner thighs, balls, scrotum, pubic hair and shorts with my tongue, licking as much as I could find.
I heard him open another can of beer above me. He wasn't letting me go.
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