Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2023 22:10:26 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim 31 I woke with my ass on fire. It wasn't built to take the hammering Tim had unleashed. His sock was still lodged in my mouth, his sweaty odor still strong. He had fucked me until I had emptied every drop of cum and had left me drained of energy. No wonder I had collapsed into a deep sleep for almost fourteen hours. I was a mess though, out flat on the floor by my bed. I tugged at his sock. It was almost stuck to my tongue. As I pulled it out I was hit with a strong rebound of his odor, so much so that I went hard. That's when I noticed Tim had fucked me raw. I had flashbacks of him riding my ass and with each thrust, my cock was pounded into the bed. He held me steady too with a choke hold so my ass and cock couldn't shift away from him. Ass to cock Tim owned me. Filing me at one end with his cum and draining me at the other of my seed. He was claiming me as his territory and had me so physically stimulated I could only respond to his will. I slowly got up off the floor and studied my angry-looking cock. Tim had exhausted it and despite that, it was hard again at the thought of him. It took a shower and some serious mental effort to get my cock down. My ass felt better too, no longer burning, just throbbing to the rhythm of his cock. As soon as I was out of the shower I knew he was there. I could smell him now as though he'd trained me to. He was in the kitchen perched on a high chair stool naked apart from his jocks. He sat with the flat of his feet together and his legs wide apart. There was no mistaking his cocky arrogance. The sheer audacity of sitting there exhibiting his bulge, wearing the jocks he'd wrestled me in, still reeking of his juice. Worse still, my brother and girlfriend couldn't take their eyes off Tims's physique. Honestly, he could have fucked all three of us we all lusted after him. My brother told Tim he would kill for legs like his. I don't blame him, Tim's thighs were phenomenal but the level of praise heaped on him was almost pitiful. The new Lord and Master lapped up the praise and attention. Finally, they left for the day. I couldn't listen to more about the great Tim. The same Tim who had fucked me into infinity. He stared over at me grinning 'she's a cracker, I'd fuck her, wasted on your brother!.. Get over here and kiss my feet..ha ha only messing'. I knew if he wanted me to, he could make me kiss or lick his feet and that's why he said it. It was another statement of his authority over me. His phone buzzed 'Yeah I know training, on my way, no problem!' We both had rugby training, I was too raw to go. Tim found this amusing: 'I forget about your ass, no wonder you look so fucked! Did I wreck you? I should have just been honest and said yes you're cock savaged me. That's what he wanted to hear. Instead, I laughed and muttered something stupid about his puny cock. It was the excuse he wanted and he had his shorts off and cock out in a second. Right there in the kitchen his fucking massive beast of a cock! It terrified me and turned me on at the same time. 'Bend over that stool now' he commanded. I froze. 'Bend over and take it or apologize!' The truth was I couldn't take it again, not so soon, it was too much, as much as I wanted it. 'You're fucking hard already you want me to fuck your ass again, you do! and then you can't handle it so you insult me! You have a choice come over here and kiss it, apologize, or get over the stool'. I was shaking with excitement as I approached him. The thought of kissing his cock. He caught me though in a guillotine choke. With my head facing down towards his cock, he locked his forearm under my neck and used his other arm to tighten the choke hold. His guillotine was steely, I could feel his arms thicken as blood rushed through them to feed his bulging muscles. His upper body pressed over me while he cranked me upwards. It was brutal and I was fading fast. I kept thinking he was going to choke me out while I'm trapped here staring at his cock. Brutal as he was, Tim was always safe. Sure he would bring anyone to the edge and if you didn't obey or submit he would put you to sleep but what thrilled him was the control. I was back where I'd been the day before suffering, at his mercy, worshipping his cock and his athleticism while he drained me. 'Submit'. I obeyed. He relaxed the chokehold to reward me. He flexed in again 'submit'. I obeyed. It went on for as long as he wanted. I could see his hard powerful cock below me, a reminder of the beast that savaged me only hours before and of the ordeal awaiting me. Please Support Nifty Archive http://donate.nifty.org/