I felt Brian’s pain the very real pressure of Tim’s rock-hard thighs closing in until you fade. The humiliation of being trapped in the center of Tim’s manhood and revealed to all gathered as his prize. I was jealous of Brian I wanted to feel Tim on me like that his hairy quad muscles controlling me until I yielded to him. Brian grunted the way I always did when Tim finished him, an exhale of defeat an acceptance that Tim was master. Watching I felt the gentle delight of precum leaking in my jocks coupled with a fear I might cum.
Tim left Brian on the grass utterly exhausted. He could easily have choked Brian out but unlike the other fighters Tim respected athletic rules and safety regulations. Instead, he departed victorious having won the admiration of all.
The event was over Tim was still on a high pent up with testosterone. He suggested we celebrate with a few cans at my place. We both knew what this meant Tim wanted to finish what he had started with Brian and achieve full domination.
Wrestling Tim excited me to my core. He brought out some deep animalistic urge that no one else could touch. It was more than my limitless attraction to every inch of his body it was about his attitude and authority, his desire to dominate me, and his mastery of that.