EP4 | The Rugby Captain's Secret (Patreon)

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

I was so stressed out that night after my run-in with Freddie in the showers, yet strangely turned on. I knew I was fucked. He was blackmailing me now, and if I didn’t do what he wanted, everyone would find out I’m a creep. I couldn’t believe I had got myself into this situation. The only thing to do was to do what he wanted, find a way to give his rugby team more time on the pitch on Friday. But how? And without Lee finding out? 

I had more dreams of Freddie again that night, him standing over me. Looking at me menacingly, laughing at me for calling me pathetic. I woke up with another massive hard-on and wanked my dick as soon as I woke up, shooting a huge load.

At work the next day, I kept trying to work out how I could do it. I would need to call the other team to say there’s been an issue with their booking and that they would need to start an hour later. Hopefully, they would accept that, and Lee wouldn’t notice anything odd. He normally goes home early anyway, so it might actually work. 

But I need to get into his office to find the other team's number on his computer.

At lunch, Lee went out, so I took the chance to sneak into his office and found the trans number. I rang them up and used my rehearsed lie. Luckily, they bought it. They weren’t happy, but I was really apologetic and said it was an admin error. 

I hung up and was about to leave the office when Lee came in. He looked surprised to see me there. I wasn’t supposed to go into his office if he wasn’t around. 

“Tom, what are you doing?” he said.

“Sorry, I heard the phone ringing, so I thought I should pick it up,” I lied quickly.

He looked at me suspiciously.

“Well, ok, but just leave it next time. Normally just spam calls. Who was it?” he asked.

“Yeah, it was a spam call,” I replied.

I was sure he was so weird about people going into his office because he was hiding booze or porn in there. He sometimes came out stinking of booze.

He stepped closer and looked me up and down.

“You’re doing good work, Tom, really fitting in well,” he said. “You happy here?”

He was now uncomfortably close… his breath smelt of alcohol. He had been drinking during lunch.

“Uh, yeah, all good,” I said, wanting to get the fuck outta here.

“Glad to hear it,” he said, stroking my arm.

“I’d better get back to it,” I said, moving past him and back out to the reception. 

I felt so icky. He was getting bolder in his flirting. If I didn’t need this job, I’d be outta here so quick. He made my skin crawl. 

I managed to avoid him for the rest of my shift and slipped away without seeing him when I left. Tomorrow was Friday, and the rugby team would be back in. Freddie would be back in, and he would see I had done as I was told. I hoped that would be it… he wouldn’t ask any more of me. But I very much doubted it. 

-

The next day, I wasn’t in until the early afternoon, but I was so nervous about seeing Freddie again and having lied to that group that I didn’t do anything except stay home and try to watch TV to take my mind off it. 

When I arrived, Lee had already gone home, and Lou, another staff member, was at reception. 

“Lee wasn’t feeling well, so he headed home early. He said you’re ok with locking up now?” she said. 

“Yeah, all good, I got it,” I said.

I was so relieved Lee wasn’t here. It meant he wouldn’t see the rugby team staying later, so I might get away with this.

Lou left a few hours later, so I was alone when the rugby team turned up for their practice. I sat behind the desk and watched as they came in. They were loudly chatting and laughing, as they always did. Freddie didn’t look at me at all as he walked past, not even a glance of acknowledgement. He looked insanely hot as always. I hated how much I fancied him.

A short while later, I was sitting at the desk, scrolling on my phone, when I heard someone approach. I looked up, and Freddie was standing there, changed into his rugby gear, and he looked so hot I struggled to catch my breath.

“Just checking we are sorted for the extra pitch time today” he said.

“Um, yeah, I uh, yeah, sorted”, I stumbled.

He smiled a cocky smile, “good boy.”

Then he just turned and walked away. I was ashamed to admit my dick got hard. Hearing him call me a good boy was so fucking hot. And he knew it too; he knew what he did to me, and he loved it.

-

Later, I was doing my closing-up checks as the other team was now on the pitch. Luckily, the organiser hadn’t been too annoyed when they arrived. I reiterated that it was an admin error and apologised. The rugby team were done, and their group were the last one, so once they were done, I could leave. I was walking through the centre, making sure everyone else had gone. I was sure the rugby team must be done in the changing rooms now, and the other group normally just left after, as it was late, so I headed in to do the final checks.

As I went in, I was listening out for any noise; the last time Freddie had surprised me, and I didn’t want to be caught out like that again. Although I secretly did want to be caught somewhere with Freddie, that man was so fucking hot.

Then I heard it. A shower was running. Could it be him?

I didn’t move; I couldn’t get caught looking again. But it was also my job to close up. Maybe it wasn’t him, or maybe someone left it running?

I had to check.

I slowly made my way to the showers; my heart was racing.

As I got there, I peered around the wall…it was the end shower again. The one I had seen Freddie in for the first time, and the one he had caught me peering in the second time. I looked behind me, but there was no one there. I was half expecting Freddie to jump out again and accuse me of perving.

I stepped forward and looked down towards the cubicle. There was someone in it. I could see through the gap that they were in the shower.

Their hands were down around their crotch…and their cock was hard…

Fuck, it was Freddie, I could see his muscular body under the water…and he was stroking his hard dick.

What do I do? He knows I saw him before, and here he was again, lingering after everyone had left and wanking in the showers. He must know I would come. Was he trying to bust me again, so he could keep blackmailing me?

I knew I should go, but I couldn’t. My feet wouldn’t move. It felt as if I were hypnotised. Before I knew what I was doing, I stepped closer to see more clearly.

Freddie was standing directly under the water, and he was holding his hard cock in his hand as he stroked slowly, his other hand was rubbing himself all over his muscular pecs. It was the hottest sight I had ever seen. The most beautiful man in the world was standing a few meters away from me, completely naked and stroking his hard cock. I realised I had stopped breathing.

His eyes were closed…and then they opened, and he looked straight at me.

He smiled that cocky smile of his…but he didn’t stop stroking.

Fuck.

He wants me to watch? Is this really happening?

I reached down and started stroking my cock through my trousers. I was about to pull it out, desperate to get my rock-hard cock out so I could wank to this beautiful sight.

“No”, I heard him say, “don’t touch it.”

I moved my hand away from my cock. I would do anything he said if I were allowed to stay and watch. I stood dead still, not daring to move, my eyes glued on him.

He closed his eyes again and started softly moaning as he wanked his cock. He was faster now. I watched as he gripped his meaty cock and wanked it up and down as he rubbed and pinched his nipples. I do not think I have ever seen anything as sensual or beautiful as this in my entire life. This man was a fucking god, and I was getting to watch him pleasure himself. I was so hard it hurt; my cock was pressing against my trousers, but I didn’t dare touch it. I tried to remember every detail of his naked body, of his hard cock, I wanted to save this in my memory forever. It would feed my wank sessions for years to come.

His moaning got louder, and his wanking got more intense. I think he was getting close. I was barely breathing.

Then it happened…he let out a loud moan, and I watched as cum shot from his hard dick all over the floor in front of him. There was so much cum shooting from him as his body convulsed. Just watching this nearly made me cum, without even touching my dick, it was so fucking hot and intense. His muscles tightened as he kept shooting all over the shower floor.

Then he stopped, and he let go of his cock and washed himself under the water. When he was done, he turned off the water and opened the doors. He grabbed his towel, but didn’t wrap it around himself. I hadn’t moved yet; I was still standing a few feet away, facing him. He walked towards me naked, holding his towel in his hand.

“Book us an extra two hours for our practice on Sunday.” He said, looking straight at me.

Then he just walked away. I was still frozen on the spot.

He headed into the changing rooms, and I knew I shouldn’t, but I just couldn't help it. I walked towards the cubicle he was just in and went inside. I pulled my dick out and grabbed my hard cock, wanking it standing just where he was, wanking his cock. I barely stroked it before I felt my orgasm building, and I shot my load everywhere, my cum shooting from me as I moaned.

When I was done, I felt so fucking pathetic. He must have known what I had just done while he was changing. I was too scared to go back into the changing rooms, so I waited in the showers until I heard the doors, and then I was confident he had left. 

I cleaned up and locked the centre.

My head was a mess. What had just happened? He let me watch? Did he like it, or was it just about power for him?

And how was I going to get the rugby team extra time on Sunday? It was all fully booked.

But I knew I would, just as I knew when I got home, I would wank again to the sight of him in the shower.