This is a tease and denial story first and foremost. If that isn’t your thing then ok, probably best you save your time. It is also probably just as much a “non consent/reluctance” story but I am looking ahead. Let me know your thoughts at the end if you so wish. I hope you enjoy the read…
He sat with his head in his hands. His luxury apartment and panoramic view over the harbor seemed of little consequence as he considered his predicament.
Only hours ago he had the world at his feet. He was an athlete at the peak of his career seemingly on a trajectory to stardom, a hero in the public eye. This week he would be playing in front of the national selectors, perhaps about to achieve his lifelong dream of selection for his country. It was something that had burned inside of him for as long as he could remember.
Since he could walk, he would seemingly do so, only ever with a rugby ball in hand. All of his toddler photos through to his teenage years had a ball in it or a rugby field framing the shot. His father was his greatest supporter and his mother a close second. He had been a player, cut down before expressing his talents with a serious ACL knee injury.
Loosing his father a couple of years earlier had been devastating for David. Lost for a while in self pity and grief – he had considered giving the game away. Close friends and his mother, who of course was suffering her own massive loss, rightly pointed out that his father would have wanted him to continue playing and to the highest level he could achieve.
His mothers concern for David in the way he sometimes played meant she would wish he had chosen a different occupation occasionally. However in the heart of big games he knew his mother was behind him 100% and he saw how her face glowed and her chest swelled when he had led his side to victory. She sought him out afterward with massive mom hugs.
It really became quite life changing for him, with a new focus on a career that had been middling at best, blossoming into something quite special. Before his fathers death he had been content to enjoy his talents and ride them wherever they took him. Since the accident, which took his dad, he was doing everything he could to be better as a rugby player. He followed the nutritionist’s advice, dropping the many social beers back to one or two a week – just to be polite. He had upped his protein intake and reduced the amount of fat in his diet. He would do extra training after the required team runs, where he would work on his micro skills, the catching and passing or tricky ball handling drills. Mean while the other players would gradually leave the field one by one to shower and head home.
He was noticed. His body shape gradually changed and his muscles and body grew. His chest expanded from the diet and extra training and the more focused gym training. David’s coaches began to acknowledge his workload and held him up as an example to the other players for his diligent effort.
The trainers noticed his size, speed and stamina improve over time and patted themselves on the back for the gains and his improvement.
David’s stat sheet had improved markedly also. The software used to count his contributions showed steady increases in effort. He made more tackles with more impact; he made more ball carries with a greater average distance and his handling error rate decreased.
His team held him up as an example to follow. Not only admiring his improvement but his courage in defense. He had a reputation for being a no nonsense tackler who refused to take a backward step. He hit hard and he hit squarely. When you ran into David Tanner, you risked your body’s condition and your reputation. Bluntly he was feared throughout the competition.
In his own mind David was glad to see that the harder he worked, the better he got. He made a steady rise into the leadership group and had not long ago, eased into the captaincy.
Everything was tracking along nicely until only very recently when his vice, gambling, or more accurately – risk taking, had placed him in a very delicate position. He’d made several bets in the past and the rush was all about breaking a rule. It was a rule he cared or thought little about but it meant he could have his little time away from the responsibilities and roles that came with being in charge.
He knew that the consequences of his actions were dramatic if he were to be caught by the right people. The governing body of the sport would probably slap him with a life ban and his career would be over. He guffed as he thought to himself that perhaps it was lucky so far that he was being blackmailed and not handed over to the authorities. Or, as he thought more reflectively – perhaps that was yet to come and what he was going through would be all in vain and the utter humiliation would be ahead – not in the recent past.
He started to think about Helena, his controlling mistress and the holder of his destiny. He was trying to be angry. He had every right. She had played with him and tortured him mercilessly. She had teased him to the edge of ecstasy and not let him over. She had denied him his senses and embarrassed and humiliated him… Yet, he was not thinking vengefully or aggressively toward her.
Through her teasing and torment, his desire to see her had grown. In a figurative and literal sense he wanted to see her again as she was so tauntingly, confidently and sexily attractive. She had turned his normally sharp mind to mush. He had become her willing, pliable clay in the matter of a few hours.
He had returned home and immediately taken some pictures of himself in the equipment, which he emailed off, to his mistress.
“Iamowned@gmail.com” seemed as suitable email address as any, he thought as he pressed send. In the two shots he had taken he was sure to not show his face. As requested in her note he had included his personal mobile phone number
He wasn’t sure but he thought he missed her. “How fucking bizarre” he thought
He wanted to see her legs and he wanted to see her tits. He wanted to see her face again and he wanted to make her smile. He let out an anguished “Arguuugh” as he felt his wood start to fill the plastic barrel of the cock lock she had encased him in. The small rubber padlock bounced against his balls lightly as he stood and made his way to bed.
It was well after midnight, he had the most important game of his career, the next day, his desire to come was through the roof, he was thinking about a girl and his cock was locked in a small plastic barrel.
“Hmmmm” was all he could muster in his head, not the best game prep ever… to say the least.
He knew he would not sleep well!
Was not asleep either. The thrill of receiving the email so quickly after his departure and her brains unwillingness to switch off from dissecting the days events meant unconsciousness was beyond her.
The day could not have gone any better. She had, straddled the head of her home city’s favorite son, attaining multiple orgasms and a great deal of physical satisfaction. Despite her wrestle with the legal and moral side of her control, she smiled as she remembered the emotional side of her journey so far.
She had felt the thrill of her ultimate power. Having someone so desirable at her beck and call was a powerful aphrodisiac and now her mind was running wild as to what she could do with her new toy. She had a plan and hoped she could stick with it.
A concern she had was for his mental well-being. There was a flicker of fear that he was not up to this process she was conducting. The joy she got, far outweighed any real fears but she hoped the end result would prove to be a symbiotic outcome rather than just her benefiting solely from their liaisons.
She felt he was starting to enjoy himself, as was her intention. The balance between pleasure and torture would prove to be a delicate one but she also thought David might have a small psychological issue she could be helping with.
She was no professional but had the feeling that it was probably a good thing she caught him gambling, rather than someone else – from his industry.
None the less she was wide awake as she thought of his Adonis like body and admired athletic mind, which were both more or less, hers to do as she pleased.
Thinking of his vein-ridden cock, waving at his waist while she had ridden his face she slipped her hands down her flanks below the sheets and hooked her delicate underwear away in the process. Quickly finding her bud amongst the moist folds it took no time to massage her core to yet another quick orgasm to round out the day.
Her panting, writhing body eased eventually into a rested and satiated state.
She fell asleep with the corners of her mouth turned up – as her toes had been – four times that day.
The little sleep David had that night was fitful and restless. Dreams of prisons, shackles and inmates were punctuated by realizations of his predicament, every time he moved in bed. Each roll over or turn meant an unfamiliar feeling between his legs, thoughts of his situation, a frustrated attempted erection and a long spell of writhing before further fitful sleep. This cycle happened many times.
He finally awake early for good, rose and showered.
At some stage during the day he knew he would have to make some decisions.
He could not play professional rugby in a cock cage, he could attempt to remove the locked device, which would get him through the game, but he would not be able to put it back on without the key. This was assuming that he didn’t do himself an injury in its removal. If he did release the device he knew he would have to face the irritation or wrath of his mistress. She had been quite specific about only she having the right of removing it.
He couldn’t believe how fast he had gotten into the habit of thinking about her that way – his mistress!
He could hand himself in but then the cards would rapidly fall and his reputation and life would be in tatters.
Yes, the decisions would come later. There was nothing for it, he would have to prepare as normally as possible, hope for a change… and that it might be a positive one.
She woke with the smile still upon her face and the dried musk of last nights sign off session, subtly felt between her legs and on her underwear. She arose and prepared as if it were any Saturday. These for her involved a delicious long shower, a quick chat with her mother and father in the next city and brunch with two of her closest friends at a favorite cafe.
They were all used to her independent single life and so weren’t surprised when upon enquiry she informed them that there was no new news. She had to keep David a secret, at least until she had woven him a by story to fit into her extended life – if she so chose. She smiled to herself as she thought how uncomfortable he must be and how each time he would be reminded of her and her power over him.
David sat in a meeting with a small group of players. The whole team had met earlier at a hotel booked for them. The coach reminded them of the strategy to first play a territorial game and thrive off the opposition mistakes through their own pressure. The opposition was a strong side and led the league table but David and his side would catch them if they had a good win.
The small group David sat with were players he would deal most with during the game. He was a loose forward for this game and as such would have a close relationship with the other two starting loose forwards and the half back – in particular during the live elements of the match.
Normally he would lead and prompt talk from the other three men but today David was distracted and miles away. It was Tommy, the halfback who first piped up and ribbed him gently… “You ok boss, ugly woman trouble – maybe I can help?” two which the other two chuckled. David had a reputation for dating the town’s most attractive women while Tommy had bedded the odd troll when his beer goggles had led him astray in the evenings.
“What, sorry, nah” was all David could come out with and this did nothing for the comfort of the other three. His cock pulsed against the plastic confines in his shorts.
David was starting to get nervous. He had no message from his mistress, his cock was swelling in a cage, though thankfully no one could notice. Despite his attempted erections the tube remained pointed down. He new he couldn’t play like this – not just the physical risk but also the mental distraction. If someone saw him like this or noticed the plastic trouser chamber in the close contact his fearsome reputation would be in tatters.
He managed to switch back into the group meeting enough to get through but did little to ease the others minds. For them, their best player, in the most crucial game, was mentally absent. The leader that they looked to, appeared and seemed vacant or distracted.
David had three hours left and had not heard from his mistress. He was not panicking just yet but was growing increasingly doubtful. He made a visit to the mens room and established that he could not remove the cock lock without either doing himself some harm (which would take some explaining) or without outside help. He was not willing to ask for that.
She finished up after lunch with her girl friends and completed some housework. As she was dusting away she thought about how she might use David for this among other things, into the future. She packed her bag and made her way into town ready for the next part of her adventure.
Closer to game time, David had managed to get changed in private and he was certain no one was aware of his predicament
. Standing there in his yellow and black rugby jersey trying to slightly hold back his hips to avoid detection the group all gazed toward him. The coach who spoke about the importance of the match had addressed them all on how they should play for one another. He also picked out David for special mention and informed the other players that David was in consideration for national honors and how, with the respect they all had for him, they should do everything in their power to help him make the national team.
“If they only new” thought David, “their respect would be gone faster than you can say… cock cage!”
Normally David would speak up to reinforce his coaches words but partly due to the fact he was only half listening he instructed the boys to get outside and go on with their individual warm ups on the field.
David was going to risk it. Fully kitted, boots, socks, mouth guard, shorts jersey, strapping tape, lifters… and cock ring. He knew he wasn’t prepared for this game but more than anything he felt disappointed. He thought his mistress was organized and selfish in a way that somehow… was benefiting him. He could see no way this treatment was of any advantage to him – right now or in the future. In fact he was risking serious injury. “Oh well,” he thought. You got yourself into this mess. You can keep it hidden from everyone and try to do the best you can”. Not quite the inspirational quote or phrase he was hoping for… but appropriate non-the less.
As he lent in to hook the towel above his bag he heard the familiar vibration from his phones message alert.
She pressed send and lent back in her chair to wait.
“Concourse 2, Isle 7, second green door on the right past the groundsman office.
David read the text and ran out of the door to the changing room. The manager of the team looked at him in disbelief as he took off out the door – running away from the field.
He screamed his name “David, what the hell are you doing, we kick off in…” checking his watch. ..”twenty minutes”
He was gone.
He only had a rough idea of where concourse 2 was as he sprinted away from the changing room and his teammates. Finding a door to the stairwell, he started up them, three at a time. Two large flights later he burst out of the door. He was running in his rugby boots, which was not ideal and hard to manage on the slick concrete surface.
He was gathering stares from some of the fans and staff who all knew who he was and were, doubtless wondering what is the captain doing wandering around up here.
Most were lining up to get to food or drink or chatting to friends as he sprinted past along concourse 2. He saw isle seven and made his way along the long wide hall away from the ground until he came to the right door. Looking back over his shoulder he noticed that despite the obvious curiosity, no one had followed him. Knocking gently he was relieved that the door opened when tested it and he made his way in.
She was relieved to see him. Her direct order to come at such a time she knew was a risk. He may have made other arrangements and in fact decided to come clean and confess to the authorities which indeed would have put her at risk in a criminal sense.
Seeing him there like this, dressed as a gladiator ready for battle filled her up. She swelled with lust, power and yearning.
“Hello, rugby boy, how are you going” she asked in a composed looking manner with a raised eyebrow.
Despite everything, David couldn’t help but think how good it was to see her. Even getting the text made him react like had never before. Running full tether until he got here. His cock became secondary for some reason and just getting to see this woman who controlled him was a driving force.
“I’m well thanks my mistress” he managed with a kind of grimaced smile. He didn’t want her to know he was enjoying himself. God, things were weird enough as it was.
The biggest day of his playing career and he had fled the changing room like a frightened schoolgirl.
” You got here quickly” she said, “I like that, good boy”
The syndicated gambling office that Helena worked for owned the office and being able to book it out when ever she needed it had made it ideal for tonight’s purposes. Luckily no one else wanted it despite the big game. It was sparsely decorated but her needs tonight required little need for furniture. There were a few corporate office chairs and a meeting table in the main room with a small offshoot bathroom attached.
“Come here rugby boy,” she instructed him from her seat.
His cock was pressing out against its constraints at just the sound of her voice. He felt it fill the tube and his balls press against the ring and lock.
When he arrived in front of her chair she looked up at him grabbed the hem of his shorts and lowered them to his ankles. His spandex underwear followed them shortly after. His caged manhood popped free in front of Helena.
She dramatically licked her lips and removed a chain from her neck, which was connected to a familiar looking key.
Undoing the padlock she slid the tube over David’s cock. It was a tight fit and though it stuck a little she managed to free his cock with some gentle manipulation. Davids manhood sprang free and began to rapidly grow into the free space. She then took off the ring as David stood statue like before her. Her grip was like satin and every touch was setting off pleasure fireworks along his entire length. His newly released manhood seemed to be finding new growth as he expanded in her hand.
“Follow me, she instructed” as she stood and led him into the small bathroom – her hand around his hardening, warm log. The basin was filled with soapy water and a hand cloth. Squeezing the excess from the small towel, Helena began to bathe David’s cock.
He tilted his head back slightly but managed to not make a sound as the warm water and cloth caressed his unsheathed sword.
When Helena had washed and dried his member she led him back into the small meeting room. His awkward shuffling around the room would have appeared extremely comical. By now he was as hard as granite though and cared little for how he appeared.
“Lean over the table” she ordered and he did.
“Back a bit” she instructed him, guiding him until he moved down on the table and his cock sprang free over the edge.
He was lying face down on the meeting table with his cock almost pointing parallel to the floor below.
His underwear around his ankles and swollen manhood drunkenly pointing the way.
Helena gave him three quick spanks hard on the ass. Bending down she slipped under the table to be faced with the eye of his weapon.
As she sat almost upright in front of his powerful thighs she began to lightly stroke his cock. Slowly increasing the pace of her ministrations she rested her forehead against the underneath of the table and took the tip of his meat into her mouth.
God. He felt heavy and hard.
He lay above her. Again denied the visual pleasure of what was happening to him. There was no denying or hiding what was occurring though and his balls began to boil. He would not last long and the explosion he so obviously needed and wanted was desperately close.
He wanted to say something but recent experiences with this woman pointed to the wisdom of silence. He was only seconds away. He knew he should warn her that a large ball load of come was about to head her throats direction. He couldn’t bring himself to speak..
She loved to suck cock.
Over the last day or so the hardest thing (aside from David’s penis) had been to resist fulfilling the urge to jam David’s massive cock into her hungry mouth and lick and suck until she got a feed of glorious come.
Now as she sat wedged between the floor and the bottom of the table she was able to glory in the taste and texture of David’s shaft and large shiny orb
She licked and focused on the tip with her limited ability to move her head but she did so with an ever-increasing tempo. She attacked the small crease of skin on the base of his tip with her tongue while bobbing her head and encasing his large knob with her wet, warm, lubricated mouth.
Reaching around and up she managed to grasp David’s incredibly tight butt and pull it downward firmly, pressing his belly into the table with some of her weight. It was as if she were attached to him, again out of his sight but definitely in charge of his pleasure.
David wanted to thrust but he was firmly pinned. He could move if he wanted but the only direction possible would be away from the fantastic sensations he was receiving. He was unwilling to risk any change given his short history with this beautiful minx.
His blood pressure grew and he started to get the familiar feeling where his balls would tingle and the point of no return was drawing close. Wondering if she would swallow or spit was the final pre come thought he could manage as he felt his balls begin to stir and lift with the imminent launch of his seed.
Despite her aggression under the table, Helena was paying close attention to David’s physical state.
David lifted his head off the table and arched his back. His body tensed. Rigid legs with lineout lifting tape strapped tightly at mid thigh were taught and locked straight with muscles and sinew at full stretch in both directions – hamstrings fought with an array of quad muscles.
Underneath the table Helena who had already enjoyed a good gob of slick precum noticed all of this.
Right at the point she saw David’s balls begin to tighten she stopped all contact with him. Releasing his bum with her hands his cock slipped from her mouth and she slid out and up to stand, looking down on his prone frame.
“Don’t you dare come, rugby boy” was all she said.
She watched his body heave and twitch with the new pleasure sensations taking him over. He felt his unattended cock waving and bobbing under the table like it was conducting an orchestra. For almost a minute he was on the edge of coming. He didn’t care if he did or didn’t but only wanted the tension and frustration to subside. He had let go a loud roar under the new torture, he remembered that. But the last few minutes were almost a blur. He knew what she had done to him but now his body had fought with his mind in a massive struggle of consent or deny.
“Stand up, rugby boy” she said. ” Goodness, you have done well” she said with a tone of admiration. David looked down and saw there was only a few drops of precum on the hard floor. Somehow, he had kept from blowing his load and consequently kept himself in her good books. It had certainly been good luck more than good management he felt.
Reaching up to stroke his face fondly and hold his chin she stared into his eyes. He held her gaze directly. It was an unusual sight. The beautiful, fully clothed, betting office manager, holding the primed athlete by his strong jaw gently, his pants around his ankles while his bobbing cock danced between them.
“Now” she said calmly and quietly ” I believe you have a game to get to?” she said while tilting her head to the side and raising an eyebrow.
” I will see you afterward,” she said as she reached around, lightly patted him on the bottom. She spun on her heel, opened the office door and left the room.
David was stunned, again.
How could she keep doing this to him he thought?
He was a grown man, in the prime of his life. He needed release and his nerve endings were jangling and wrecked across his entire body.
The next few moments were a blur as he managed to resist wanking himself to climax, pull his shorts over his hardly subsiding erection and make his way back to the changing room.
He opened the door to see 25 and more heads turn his way. The relief in the faces was obvious – with only one exception. Jimmy Thompson had just been told that he would be promoted from the bench to starting flanker if David did not show. His was the only disappointed face.
With the relief was obvious anxiety and David had to do something.
He apologized briefly for “having something to take care of” and in a short message to his troupes instructed them to “follow me!”
Then they huddled in the middle of the room and cried out the team name in unison before David led them from the sheds, internally wondering what the hell he was doing.
Putting on a good show for the boys was one thing but David’s mind was in turmoil. He had never been so aroused or frustrated. His nerve endings were on tenterhooks as he headed from the tunnel out into the bright lights of the stadium and the hit of the welcoming roar. It was a capacity crowd and they were a vocal lot.
For the biggest game of his life, he just hoped that his training would carry him through… as his usual focus; pregame warm up and standard preparation had certainly not been carried out.
He managed to get through the coin toss without messing it up and his team would receive the kickoff. After a brief and stern message to his boys about giving it everything for 80 minutes, David and his team set up to receive the ball.
On the whistle the high kick arced directly to his position near the sideline. This was perfect he thought briefly, a chance to get into the game right from the outset.” I’ll get past the distractions and immerse myself in the job at hand.” In the fleeting seconds that it took for the ball to arrive, David mind flashed back.
Her legs, the smell of her pussy hovering above his face, the sound of music while he tasted her and the feel of her satin like texture. The feel of her generous but hidden blowjob, which had stopped before he could really get the full enjoyment…. All this he felt over and above the atmosphere, noise and raw emotion of a professional contact sport.
He dropped the ball. The rushing opposition winger managed to scoop it up and nearly scored in the corner and would have, had the defending fullback for David’s team not reacted well and bundled him out into touch near their own goal line.
“Christ” thought David. What a start! He managed to somehow flush the memory of the mistake and make his way to the lineout with his team.
He called a move which involved a down and give from the locks. From there it was a swift flat pass to himself who would take it at full steam. From here the team would set up a ruck before the ball would be kicked down field into a more neutral, less defensive position on the field. It was a move that the team had practiced hundreds of times and they could all practically do it in their sleep. The other forwards knew their roles well. They were to protect the halfback at the lineout or quickly get to the ruck and clean out the opposing poaches before they could win the ball. It was a standard move for the situation and one many teams used when hard on defense.
The first part of the move went perfectly. Despite opposition pressure the lineout was won and the ball fed to the halfback.
David stood flat in position and felt the passion well up inside him. Over 24 hours of having his balls denied and teased had affected him greatly. Inside he felt a rage. He wasn’t angry at his mistress, or at dropping the ball. This was a rage of pent up frustration that needed release. If his cock could get no relief he would need to expend the dammed up energy elsewhere…
He ran full pace and met the ball perfectly. In that instant, David changed the game plan. His role in the move was to hit into the 1st 5 8th from the opposition forcing him to make a tackle. David wasn’t known as a great ball runner with evasion or power but he was very reliable. Almost without fail he would return the ball to the back of the ruck, on his own teams side, despite the best efforts of opponents to poach it or disrupt his set ups. David had many strengths but evasion was not his area of great expertise.
At this moment and under these circumstances David decided it would be different.
Two steps after receiving the ball he jinked slightly off his right foot and veered away from the 1st 5 for the opposition – Johnny Williamson. He was a safe defender in his own right. David’s fresh course took him directly into the path of his opposite number Jerry Colleens who was regarded as a fearsome tackler – much in the same mold as David.
All of this unfolded in a heartbeat. Perhaps it was because of the unexpected method or the vigor that David had pouring through his body. Perhaps it was Because the opposition, having combed over video analysis of David and his teams previous games and had seen the ‘release’ pattern – and were caught unaware.
Jerry was slightly late lowering his shoulder and Johnny was at a bad angle. David glanced off the attempted tackle from Johnny at the side – not even needing a fend before striding through a hole. Lowering his center of gravity David met Jerry in a bone thudding contact. Both men were moving forward with David having more velocity. In the event of Jerry being slightly off with his body position and not being able to wrap his arms fast enough at the contact point, he was sent sailing backwards. His body was sent flying through the air and landed in an ungainly pile on his back. His head rocked backward and hit the ground hard.
David burst free. He ran twenty-five meters before drawing a covering tackle and offloading to his supporting players who were rampaging behind him in disbelief. The play ended with a fumble of the ball near the opposition goal line.
David made his way to the ensuing scrum to the loudest roar he could ever remember hearing at the stadium. They hadn’t even scored and his supporters were in raptures.
He glanced back down the field to see Jerry Colleens running back into position. He was shaking his head and dusting himself off. Never in his whole life, from the first time he saw a rugby ball through ten years of physically playing professional rugby had he been hit so hard or so embarrassed. He was sore and had had his bell rung.
The beauty of rugby is that it is an eighty-minute game and with little water under the bridge there was a long way to go. David and the team certainly had momentum but they had a lot of rugby to play.
He felt good for his down field burst but was certainly not satisfied. The rage still burned within him and barely keeping a lid on his energy he set down for the scrum with the rest of the forwards. His scrum managed to win the hit and from pressure and go forward David felt there was a chance to win back possession. The opposition managed to scramble the ball away with a low pass to Johnny Williamson for their planned defensive clearance. David had anticipated the move through his own analysis of the other team earlier in the week and with the help of his dominant scrum got a flyer away following after the low pass.
Johnny bent to collect the ball and shape for the kick. As he looked up he saw that David was bearing down on him and he may have his kick charged down. He was famous for his composure under pressure so he hesitated a split second before side stepping hard to his left and set up to kick off his left foot.
As David gained full speed toward Johnny he felt very light on his feet. He felt as strong as an ox but somehow light and agile. His head was clear and in the game. He will never know what was the indicator but he anticipated Williamson’s side step. In the split second David had to decide to either keep his line to try and block the kick or trust his instinct and swerve right to meet and respond to Johnny’s impending move.
Johnny didn’t know what hit him. His sidestep was perfect which should have given him clear air and the time to kick. Instead he felt his chest compress and evacuate all of the air inside of it. He was driven back at least four meters before landing flat on his back in the in goal area with the full weight of David Tanners body driving into him through the shoulder. Somehow Williamson placed the ball for a loss of possession and an attacking scrum to David’s team from the five-meter line.
From that point on the game was in the bag. The two most influential players from the opposition had been neutralized. Their confidence had taken a hit and David was playing like a man amongst boys. Everything he touched turned to gold.
He made several long ball carries during the game and more devastating tackles than usual. He even managed to score from yet another uncharacteristic, twenty meter burst late in the game. This one came while acting on instinct and spotting unmarked space down a tight blindside.
Those watching the game also saw him take the ball at the lineout one handed at full stretch and at the top of the lift. Once, even from an opposition throw.
He showed enhanced pace, at one stage catching an opposition center on the angle before man crunching him over the sideline and discarding him like a school ground bully. He rallied his men to lift themselves by his deeds. And they did.
When asked later his teammates could only shake their heads in wonder at what had lifted their already inspirational leader to such dizzying new heights. There were comments amongst them about how he seemed “possessed” or that “his eyes seemed to burn with raw emotion” and other interesting tales. Aside from these stretched truths and enhanced tales – reserved for legendary acts – from the outside, he appeared to be quite normal as far as they could tell. There was the strange disappearance prior to kick off but while not standard, it was excusable. The massive performance was put down to a player rising to an occasion and in so doing putting a performance on which would be remembered by all who saw it. Who cared what led to it…
David lowered himself into the recovery ice bath. He felt satisfied to a degree but despite his body looking like a street gang had attacked him, he felt little fatigue. He knew he had played well but for the most part the game was a blur. The endorphins and hormones that had put him in the zone so to speak were still at an elevated level. He felt high and didn’t really want it to end.
He had stayed on the field for almost an hour after the game going through the process’s of warming down, meeting his mother, who was beside herself with pride, meeting delirious fans and signing autographs. He exited the ground through the tunnel and fulfilled his obligations to the media. Despite their queries around on their perceived feelings on his imminent national squad selection – he always steered his answers back to how he felt – it was a team effort and no one individual was responsible for the big win. David knew they would write what they wanted but he was not about to fill an arrogant label for himself. He was proud of his own game but that was something he would keep to himself. His head was still buzzing with recent goings on so he got through the media as succinctly and carefully as he could.
Finally relaxing in the ice-cold water he could quietly reflect on things in some peace. The other players were already showered and had left for the social side of pro sport beckoning, only a few stragglers remaining.
Climbing the pool ladder he toweled off and examined his body for serious damage. “not to bad” he muttered noticing only a few cuts and bruises around his torso and one of his eyes was swollen. About to pull on his underwear he heard his cell phone buzz in his bag. Usually he would wait to read all the texts and messages in congratulations, or condolences after a loss for when he was at home and completely relaxed.
For some reason he picked up his phone and checked the screen.
“35 new messages” which was slightly more than the standard post game amount.
Upon opening the phone application he noticed the most recent was from his mistress and it read.
“Your cock in a photo, dripping pre come… Don’t you dare go all the way! Send it to me, you have 5 minutes”
David shock his head…”Unbelievable!”, he thought to himself.
He made his way into the toilet of the changing room and dropped the towel. He noticed from the message that he only had 4 minutes left.
On the short trip from his locker to the cubicle he felt his loins stir. Despite having only excited from the near zero degree pool seconds ago, … His wood was good.
Thinking of her slick, tasty pussy and what it would feel like to pound his cock through its entrance – he rapidly stroked himself to full length. His unmet needs meant despite 80 minutes of high-level rugby, the subsequent cool down time, including an ice bath, he was quickly aroused again.
Jerking himself furiously he easily attained a level where pre cum presented itself at the tip. He so wanted to just take himself over the edge but felt there might be more to her games tonight and she would know if he came. He eased off before reaching his pleasure limit.
Letting himself go near the point of no return and after squeezing a lubed load up the tunnel; he took a snap with his cell phone.
He still had around a minute before his deadline so he typed in a message with the picture. “For you, my mistress – Rugby Boy”
She sat in her car on a nearby road and opened the newly arriving message and picture.
She saw the familiar cock with the bulb of spit at his entrance and smiled. Her smile brightened as she read the message.
She waited a couple of minutes before sending back her next instructions. “Good boy, just in time. Nice cock – I like it a lot! Billys Burgers car park in 20 minutes. Be naked.”
As he read the reply he smiled – nothing was ever simple with this lady. His cock stayed hard but his anxiety went up. His obligations at the ground were over and he was free to go so that was good. He knew there were many who would see him leave and sometimes even follow him… Not so good!
Wearing only jeans and a shirt he walked briskly to his car. Throwing his bag in the back he exited the stadium car park, which was dedicated to the players and made his way into town. He found a block of apartments with an external car park and made a quick change in the shadowed area – ripping his few remaining clothes off and throwing them over his shoulder to the back seats.