Watching his magnificent thighs stride by the lake! At that moment the first time, I saw him everything changed. Just a few weeks later and still in my first year of college, I had jerked him off while he submitted me with a headlock. Not just a headlock but a smothering chokehold forcing me deep into his wet hairy armpit. Even as he mercilessly crushed me and made me beg for submission I was turned on by the smell of his sweat, the sound of his masterful voice, and the feel of his muscle controlling me.
Tim loved it too he prolonged it and worked me over to his satisfaction. When he was done he left me there in total defeat on the ground. Almost as though nothing had happened he grinned down at me proudly, stuffed his hard cock in his shorts, and said 'see you later'.
It took me far longer not just to recover from the very real impact of being the loser in a wrestling session but also from the sexual elation still shocking my system. The post-headlock pain was real. I felt clamped by Tim for days as though I was still stuck in his armpit. The sexual element was all-pervasive. Day and night I was hard thinking of him, his muscle, and his total mastery of me.
While I navigated college in a daze thinking of nothing but Tim he acted as if nothing had happened. It was almost torturous watching him change in the locker room, chat and joke with us in the restaurant, or perform like a star athlete on the pitch. Tim was stronger, fitter, and more stunning than ever. Now and then he threw a knowing glance that said 'don't forget I own you'.
He loved the attention he got from girls. Especially after rugby matches. You would hear them talk openly about his amazing body and those legs. They were right of course and I couldn't blame them for being turned on by him. Tim played it up for the lads too and told stories of his sexual conquests. I couldn't make sense of his duality. Occasionally engaging in normal sexual activity with girls but more often than not gets his thrills by dominating other lads.
There was no doubting Tim's desire to dominate nor the pleasure it gave him. Was it the reputation it afforded him as a 'winner' that motivated him to initiate so many fights? Why when he had his opponents beaten would he insist on humiliating them by keeping them locked in or making them submit repeatedly? Did he get a sexual thrill out of it or was that just with me?
In reality, it was all true. Tim was naturally superior to other lads his age and he reveled in his athleticism. He was turned on by himself and by his ability to use that magnificent physique to master anyone. He enjoyed fighting other lads for that reason, he could beat them and feel the pride of a champion. With me though he found a way to deepen that satisfaction and turn it into a treasure trove of pleasure.
Our wrestling sessions were a way for Tim to explore the depths of his physical ability and satisfy his lust to dominate. It would be a long and intense journey and we were only setting out.
We both sought out opportunities to engage in combat with each other. Sometimes in college in a quiet corridor, he would pounce and headlock me demanding a fast submission before anyone passed by. Other times it was more open like during a game of pool in the bar Tim would jokingly push me and then pin me on the pool table as a joke. Everyone would laugh but they didn't realize we were both hard.
One night we almost lost control. It was on a rugby trip abroad. Before dinner in the dorm, a mess fight broke out between the four of us. Tim ended up on me. As always he was so strong and fast that I lost my bearings and found myself where I had always dreamed of being, between his legs!
