EP3 | The Rugby Captain's Secret (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

The next day, I was supposed to arrive early, and I was so nervous. I fully expected to come in and be fired. Surely Freddie would call or come in to complain about me, report that I was perving on him in the showers. There was no way they would let me keep my job. I would be sent home.

This would be so bad if I lost this job; my parents would flip. They already think I’m a mess, living at home again and working at this job when I should be on my way up the career ladder. But here I would be, jobless and homeless. They’re gonna kill me.

I came in, and Lee was in his usual bad mood, but nothing about me being a pervy one with customers. I got on with my work. He had me organising the storage closet and cleaning, and then I was at reception most of the morning, so I started to relax. If Freddie was going to complain about me, he would have done it by now. So maybe he didn’t see me?

No, he saw me. I was sure of that. When I fell back to the ground, he was looking straight at me, with his hard cock in his hand… fuck, I was getting horny again, thinking of him in the shower. 

My shift finished early in the afternoon, so I headed home. I was so confused. Why hadn’t he said anything? He caught me looking at him in the shower. Was he embarrassed because I caught him wanking? I doubted it; he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who got embarrassed about anything. 

Even though I seemed to have got away with it, I felt unsettled.

That night, again, I lay in bed and thought of him. I wanked my cock, remembering the image of him masturbating in the shower, and his face as he saw me. His rippling body, strong shoulders and meaty thighs. Fuckkkk. I shot a massive load and then fell into another fitful night’s sleep

-

The next day, I was manning the reception desk when I heard a commotion. I looked up to see the rugby team coming through the doors. They were loud, joking and play-fighting, full of macho bravado. And then I saw him, their captain, Freddie. The man I had seen naked and masturbating in the shower, the one who had busted me. My stomach dropped. I fully expected him to come over to the desk and tell me. Or point at me and call me a perv while his teammates laughed. I braced for the worst, then watched as they all walked past, not even giving me a second look.

I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or offended. Was I really that invisible to this guy that he didn’t even care I’d caught him? Maybe he decided to drop it; I wasn’t worth the effort. I guess I should be happy about that, but I couldn’t help feeling a bit upset. I didn’t want him to report me, but I did want him to notice me. Clearly, he didn’t.

I focused on work and tried to forget about Freddie and the rugby boys. Lee had given me a lot of shitty jobs, so I headed off to get them done.

When I was out near the fields picking up litter, and I couldn’t help but glance over to see the rugby lads playing. And I saw him. Freddie. He was so easy to spot, even from far away and in a group of other guys. He had a masculine, charismatic presence. He was someone who always got noticed, mainly because he was so tall and good-looking, with a strong, muscular body, but also because of the way he carried himself. Wherever he went, people noticed him, and people wanted to be noticed by him. 

I watched as he leapt into the air, caught the ball, sprinted down the field, dodging the other players, and then jumped over the try line to score. Everyone cheered. He really was like a god, not human, some mythical being. I can’t imagine being like him, living life with those good looks, sporting ability, and talent; he was the opposite of me. Life must be so easy when you look like that, I thought glumly. 

I carried on picking up the litter as it began to rain gently.

-

Later, I was back at the reception desk when I heard the rugby team come back in and head to the changing rooms. I swear, wherever they went, they were so loud. I tried to ignore the thought that they were all showering, especially the thought that Freddie was in the shower.

Lee sauntered over to the desk.

“Gonna need you to mop the showers again. Those rugby boys always leave it such a mess. Then can you close again tonight? I know you’re not on the late shift, but I’ve got an emergency at home,” he said.

He always said he had an emergency at home; it was bullshit. He just wanted an excuse to go home and leave all the clean-up to me. But I needed this job, and I preferred it when he wasn’t around, as usual. I just agreed.

“Yeah, sure, no problem,” I replied.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said, winking at me.

It made me shiver. Gross.

Lee headed off, and I sat at the desk as customers made their way out. When it seemed most had gone, I started my walk-through of the centre, turning off lights and making sure there was no one else around. I was mopping and changing rooms till the very end, in the hope that this time all the rugby guys would have gone home and I wouldn’t be left alone with Freddie again. I would love to be alone with Freddie if he were up for it, but I know he wasn’t, and he was more likely to beat the shit out of me if he caught me in the showers again. 

I still had no idea why he hadn’t reported in the other day, but I was just glad he hadn’t.

After I completed my check and had closed down most of the centre, I headed back to reception. It was quiet, so I was hopeful everyone had left. I got the mop and bucket from the cleaning cupboard and made my way into the changing rooms.

I opened the door slowly, listening for any noise. And then I heard it. A shower was running. Someone was still here, still in the showers. I felt a nervous excitement hit me. If it was Freddie, and he hadn’t reported me last time… maybe he liked me watching? Maybe he wanted me to see him again? That couldn’t be true. But before I could even think about what I was doing, I put the mop and bucket down and slowly made my way to the showers.

Again, I peered around the corner to look into the cubicle. I could see the steam rising from the hot water and the gap in the door, but I couldn’t see anyone yet. I stepped forward, bolder, looking down the corridor into the gap in the door…

Then I heard a noise behind me.

“Trying to perv on me again, you little creep?” said a voice.

I turned, and there, standing by the door, was Freddie.

Oh shit, I was busted. Again.

“No, I, uh, I was checking that…” I tried to say, struggling to speak, while he looked directly at me. Fuck, he was so good-looking.

“Save it. I know you saw me the other day, and you know it too. I thought about reporting you, but where’s the fun in that?” he said, then stepped closer to me.

I didn't move; I was frozen to the spot.

“No, I think now that we both know what a dirty little perv you are, it would be much better to use you. I will keep my mouth shut if you do as you’re told.” He was now closer to me, and his tall stature felt so imposing.

“What, what do you mean?” I asked.

“Tomorrow, we need an extra hour on the pitch. Sort it,” he commanded.

What? He wanted more time on the pitch? My brain finally kicked into gear, and I realised that after their booking on Fridays, there was another group.

“But, sorry, there is a booking after yours tomorrow,” I said.

He stepped closer again.

“I don’t care. Sort it. Or everyone finds out what a little perv you are, and you lose your job.” He was so close to me now that I was looking up at him, and I could smell his freshly showered scent, still carrying his masculine musk. My dick started to react.

“Did you like it, huh? Watching a proper man like me stroke my meat? I bet you’ve jacked your cock silly thinking of me. Haven’t you?” he said, smirking down at me.

“I... I...” I had no idea what to say. I had masturbated to him so much that my face must have given me away.

He laughed, then turned and started walking out.

“On Fridays, an extra hour on the fields,” he said as he picked up his bag.

Then he turned back to me. “Turn my shower off and make sure you mop up properly, yeah?”

He smiled that cocky smile again and walked out, leaving me standing there, feeling like such a loser. And my cock was straining my trousers; it was so hard.

I immediately pulled it out and started wanking. I quickly felt my orgasm build and shot a load all over the changing room floor in front of me.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did this guy have so much power over me? And how the fuck was I going to get them an extra hour on the fields tomorrow?

I went to turn off the shower, picked up the mop, and began cleaning the changing rooms’ floors.

I guess he finally knew who I was… and I couldn’t help but feel a small thrill at that.