Wrestling Tim Ch. 09

I expected some relief after I obeyed Tim and jerked him off. Maybe he might relax the choke hold he was punishing me with? but it just seemed to thrill him more. I felt his cock throb as he leaked cum.

'To wrestle is to Breathe'. That slogan came into my mind. It captures the essence of mat warfare. The intense hot wet struggle two athletic bodies endure in close combat. Wet was an understatement in terms of my predicament and any breath I took was saturated by him. Tim was pumping it out intentionally. Working his headlock mercilessly on me. He submitted me over his upper thigh, then he took a victory lap around the locker room. I can't honestly say where he dragged me, I was faceplanted into his armpit the whole time. His sweat and body heat was so strong I felt intoxicated by his stench. His headlock somehow fuelled a sexual high like nothing I had ever enjoyed before.

I didn't hear much buried into him. The pressure he exerted blunted my senses and exhausted me. I just about heard him say 'No bother...fuck'. It was then he eased his grip and grunted in my ear 'their closing up here, we're going to have to finish outside'.

Immediately I could see it written on Tim's face, a look of hunger. It was as though someone had stolen his treat and he was angry. We walked out of the gym. Tim was hyped up like an athlete ready to pounce. He couldn't wait for us to get to a quiet spot behind a tree. Straight away he stripped off his hoody and t-shirt and put me straight back in a headlock.

His grip was total. His entire upper body seemed to turn to steel. No matter what I tried I couldn't shift him or exercise any control. He was maneuvering me and controlling me tightly. In seconds we were on the grass, and I was buried into his armpit. I felt his biceps, forearms, and triceps thicken and bulge into me. He forced me into a dizzy high and demanded submission. I obeyed, and his armpit sweat rained down on me again. I couldn't resist the urge to lick him. As soon as my tongue tasted his salty sharp masculinity I melted with pleasure. Mini orgasmic shocks stimulated my lower body until my cock erupted and I fell into a trance-like bliss.

Tim was done. He had achieved his goal and satisfied his lust. He was standing over me on his phone arranging a night out. He glanced down as though I was his trophy won by physical domination. When the call ended he grabbed my hand and pulled me up 'Are you on for a few pints with the lads?'

It turned out it was Jack's birthday. Tim came back to my flat to shower. He did not refer to the fact that he had just spent the afternoon beating me into repeated submission. Neither of us spoke about the stimulation we had enjoyed wrestling. There were non-verbal signs though. Tim was physically dominant around me. It's hard to describe but I found my body almost submit to his at times.

I couldn't help but stare at his wet legs after he showered. I told him straight out how incredible they were. His entire body was a testament to alpha perfection but his legs were God like. His cock filled and bulged from the CK jocks he borrowed from me. He had to wrestle his blue denim jeans on until they yielded to his athletic musculature.

I didn't realize it but I was lying on my bed staring deeply at him until he threw his dirty sock at me. 'Are you going to fucking worship me all night or have a shower so we can go and get drinking'? He laughed and I reluctantly left to shower.

Tim was great company on a night out. Charming, funny, and handsome too. It was hard to reconcile that with the dominant master, he liked to be at times. But I was no different I was turned on by his dark side.

Over drinks Aaron was keen to talk about Tim 'I saw you and Tim fighting outside earlier, he had you in a savage headlock, I was on my bike but he said you were only messing'...'I didn't see you, Aaron'... 'Yeah, how would you stuck in his armpit like that? He's fucking savage. I've had mess fights with him. Apart from being strong, he won't let up until he's won and even then he enjoys punishing. Don't say it to him but I think he's he enjoys it too much, it fucking turns him on! I'm sure you heard about his head scissors?'

I had heard stories but I wanted more from Aaron. 'Everyone knows about the locker room when he had another lad face down on his crotch in a head scissors? Both fucking naked too! Anyway, another time he got Michael into a reverse scissors. The only way I can describe it was poor Michael was stuck between Tims thighs face into his ass. Tim crushed and scissored him until Michael was begging for mercy. It happened when the lads were camping last month and had too many beers. The more they laughed the more excited Tim became. He was even showing off, doing push-ups on the beach with this lad smelling his ass! Lucky for him Tim had his swim shorts on!'

I didn't know what to say to Aaron at first. My mind was focused on his story and I was completely turned on. I finally said something like fuck that's weird. 'Weird as shit for sure, I reckon Tim gets off on that, he's a fucking jock and a beast and honestly, he would fuck you blind if he got the chance. Don't say a word to him though!'

Aaron had put it bluntly but the idea of Tim 'fucking me blind' was a turn-on. No matter how much I drank that night as long as Tim was in the room I was staying hard. It was like torture even trying to piss. I was relieved to get home. Maybe I could pass out into a deep sleep, recover from Tim's headlock, and let my cock rest!

As soon as I entered my bedroom I smelled Tim. His sweat and cum stained jocks were where he'd left them along with his ankle socks on my floor. I was hard again. I couldn't help holding, inhaling, and breathing in his jocks. I kept thinking of his hairy armpits and the ecstasy of his sweat. I used his ankle sock like a condom to cover my cock. I was hard again!