Wrestling Tim

I never imagined grappling could be so erotic. The way Tim used his muscular physique to keep me pinned down under him. With every minute he grew stronger and buried under him I struggled in the stench of his sweat. It was physically grueling, holding his weight, trying to breathe under him, enduring the pain and submission he subjected me to.

He was so cocky so certain of his superior strength. Submissions were effortless for him and he would watch me in agony yielding to him as though I was a treat he had earned. He always whispered his command to submit straight into my ear if he could, almost to demonstrate the ease of his victory over me.

My battle was to survive his onslaught and try to control my attraction to him. He left me in a state of intense arousal for days after our fight.

I felt like a junkie desperate for another fix but next time I vowed to beat him. I couldn't let him get on top he was too strong. I had to use my height to counter his attack and get on him next time. The more I thought about it the more I was turned on at the prospect of putting him in a submission hold. How would he react in a rear naked choke? I could get him from behind and as he weakened bring him down to the floor and add a body scissors. No one could escape a rear naked choke and body scissors from behind. I could whisper into his ear too 'Submit Tim..go on I know it's hard to realize it but I own you now...submit Tim!

Knowing Tim though he wouldn't admit defeat or submit. He would rather take the choke out and then wait for his revenge. I figured I would play with him instead, punish him, keep him there trapped, taunt him, make him smell my sweat, and then if he ultimately wouldn't submit I would put him to sleep for a second, slap him back, spit or cum on him and walk off.

The humiliation Tim would feel being dominated and discarded like that! His retribution would be fierce though.

My opportunity came a fortnight later. I had just finished a workout in the college gym. Tim was in a locker room reserved for the college team, besides the gym changing room. He saw me through the door and signaled for me to come in. The place was rich with a steamy alpha scent a smell you would expect from a team of ultra-fit lads. Each breath made me more aroused.

Straight away Tim started to taunt me. He was a master at it. To his teammates, it was the banter between two friends that turned to mock fighting. Before I knew it he had me in a side headlock bent over so my face was buried into his left thigh. His lats and upper torso were so powerful I couldn't shift him. It felt like a wall of muscle coming down on me and when he flexed his arms to choke me he had absolute control: 'submit...submit'. He just laughed when I grunted out my submission.

I'm not sure how long I was buried under his lats. He was seated on the bench my face was planted firmly onto his left thigh. He flexed it hard to crush my nose. I was breathing nothing but pure upper hairy thigh. I could see nothing but his thigh either and I was so firm into his headlock that all I heard were muffled laughs.

At some point, I heard Ryan confirm he was leaving. Tim and I were alone. He said nothing at first. Instead, he tightened in on me. I felt his bicep swell as he choked me into deeper submission. I was hard as a rock now. Somehow I had managed to contain it while his teammates were there but hiding under my towel was a massive erection.

Tim had noticed it too. He knew he was causing it! He pulled off the towel and grabbed my stiff cock to torment me. I felt a spark of sexual joy but he left me on the edge of intensity. Instead, he came down on me and wrestled the headlock so my face was under his armpit. His upper body weight kept me pinned down on the bench and he started a ferocious session of repeated submissions. He enjoyed fights as a release and a way to 'work up a good sweat'.

No one ever escaped Tims's headlocks. They were perfectly executed allowing just enough space to breathe a bit while smothering his victim into his muscle and sweat. Buried in there I was exhausted fast and all I could feel was the magnificence of his muscle working me over and the wetness of his sweat. There was no deodorant or clean air to save me. Tim had finished a long rugby match his sweat was pungent and stimulating.

He pulled my hand over and put it on his cock: 'you know what you have to do'. I groaned and clasped it. It felt thick, solid, and vascular. I started to work it up and down, and he flexed in on me and whispered 'submit'. I jerked him harder, his armpit sweat flooded my face, and he intensified his headlock ordering me to work harder. He had me drained and hyper-stimulated I was almost on autopilot buzzing with serotonin caused by his physical domination of me.

The more Tim flexed in and sweated on me the harder my cock turned. I felt him shudder slightly and then I heard cum splatter off his sweaty torso. Some of it poured down onto my hand, through my fingers as I worked his cock. I found one of his intense pleasure zones, right under his cock head, and focused there causing him to shake uncontrollably. It was as though I had opened a bottle of champagne, and Tim exploded with cum.

For those few seconds, it felt like I had him. I could control his body, causing him to jolt in ecstasy. All that pleasure just left him wanting more and he closed in even harder on me. I was spent, all my energy drained, my hand stuck to his sticky cummy cock, my face buried into his armpit. Tim had me locked hard!