Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2021 20:55:17 +0000
From: Grapple Lad <Grapple-lad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Crushed by Tim: 9

I must have been in Tim's headscissors for a couple of hours by now. That
wasn't unusual, he thrived on lengthy domination.

It was obvious he was sexually aroused by me. The first time we had ever
touched, we both felt an 'erotic shock'. It's like touching metal and
getting an electric shock but this was felt in both our cocks.

Wrestling is deeply erotic for both of us. Tim's alpha ego is strong and
anything physical, has to involve him dominating. Part of me wants to be
on top and exact revenge on him, but I can't match his strength, he has
mastered me.

I wondered what it must be like from his perspective? Anytime I catch
sight of him above me, he looks: cocky, proud and authoritive. He enjoys
his athletic supremacy over me, inflicting punishment on me, and taking
ownership of me.

I can understand why he's turned on. In a previous fight, I had him in a
headscissors and it felt magnificent. Not just the physical sensation of
having him crushed into my manhood, but the feeling of power I had over
him. I remember watching him struggle, frown and strain as I crushed him.
He  looked tough, handsome, youthful and determined. There was something
stimulating about dominating a 20 old jock in his prime. It didn't last,
he was too strong for me.

To any neutral observer, Tim is evidently physically superior to me. His
natural place is on top.

While I wondered how it would feel to be on top, Tim feasted on the the
scene below him: his sculpted, imposing, hairy, legs and wedged between
them, covered in sweat, my face of defeat, licking his feet.

I had no strength left to struggle, my purpose now was to service him. I
wondered how long he would trap me in the scissors.

Eventually Tim released me. Immediately he forced me down on my back,
onto the floor. I was pinned there under his feet. He was ready to play
with me for his pleasure.

He experimented to see how much he could smother me. My only defense was
my tongue. His feet tasted strongest at the very back of my tongue, his
heel felt rough and dry and tasted of leathery sweat. Midway down my
tongue connected with his arch. I began to pleasure there first. I could
see his cock stiffen as I found his erogenous zones, and the pleasure on
his face, when I obeyed his command, to lick between his toes.

My view was restricted by his feet, every so often I caught a glimpse of
his chiselled hairy calf muscle or his cock up in the distance.

It was a struggle to breathe with Tim's feet covering my nose and mouth
and I was victim to sensory overload.

Then without warning, he lifted his foot off my face, stared down,
showered me with his spit, grinned and forced his foot back into my
face.

I was covered in his spit and sweat and deeply aroused by him. That's
when I felt his other foot inside my shorts. I felt him jerk my cock
between his toes. I could feel my body and head hair rise with
excitement. My cum gushed out, flooding my shorts and his foot. My head
filled with orgasmic energy.

He pulled out of my shorts and smothered me with his cum soaked foot. He
ordered me to lick him dry.

Tim's mastery over me was total now. He controlled my mind, body and
sexual desires.

Eventually he released me. I lay on the floor still shaking with orgasm.
I watched him strutt across the room to the shower, his thighs and cock
bulging. That sight made my cock stiff again.

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