EP13 | The Rugby Captain's Secret (Patreon)

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

Freddie was carrying me down the corridor, both of us still naked and his cock still buried in my hole.

Before being carried wrapped in Freddy's arms while his cock was still impaled inside me, I had never thought of this as something I desperately wanted to experience in my life… but now that I was experiencing it, I couldn't believe I'd never had this done to me before. It was the craziest experience being carried by him. As he moved, my ass was still bouncing up and down on his cock, so I was fucking myself as he walked me into the changing rooms. His strong, muscular body easily carried me. He was barely breaking a sweat. When we got into the changing rooms, he put me against one of the walls and resumed his fucking off me, pounding his cock hard inside me over and over and over.

Then after he fucked me against a wall for a while, he squatted down while still holding me and put me on the ground. He sat up, held onto my ankles, and started slamming into me. Gone was the time when Freddie didn't want to look at me while he was fucking me, almost wanting to pretend that I was somebody else… Now he looked down at me with this angry, horny expression.

His gruff, handsome but rough face was contorted in pleasure, his eyes burning like fire, as he slammed his dick into me over and over and over as I fucking screamed. It was lucky there was no one else in the sports centre because I think you could have heard me from the other side of the building. I was screaming so fucking loud.

Freddie was a fucking beast when he started fucking properly. It was genuinely incredible to watch. Looking up at him, I was mouth open, agape, just in awe of this man. And feeling him so deep inside me, ruining my fucking hole with such pleasure, was mind-blowing.

He kept up his usual grunts and moans and verbal talking, calling me fag, slut, whore as he fucked into me.

“You’re my bitch now. My fuck toy to use when I want,” he grunted.

“Yes. Yes sir!” I yelled back.

“Fuck yes. Such a tight fucking pussy for me. You love my straight boy dick, you fucking slut,” he grunted.

I fucking love hearing him say this to me. He was dirty talking to me constantly, and it was so fucking hot. Hearing him call me his fuck toy turned me on so much. I felt so lucky to be this stud’s fuck toy. I really mean it when I say he can use me as much as he wants. I wanted his load every day, in my ass, in my mouth or on my face; I don't care, I just wanted it.

Freddie gripped his arms around my neck as he started slamming even harder down into me. I was basically curled up into a ball, just being power fucked by this stud, stretched wide by his massive cock. I think he was getting close to coming. I was going to get bred by him again, and fuck, I was excited. I wanted to feel his warm load shooting inside me. I wanted to be full up with this man's babies.

He started grunting even louder, moaning. I could barely understand what he was saying anymore. Then he roared out loud and slammed his cock into me, holding it there as I felt it pulsing inside me. His come shooting deep into my hole, load after load of it filling me up. His face was contorted in what looked like pain and pleasure as he unleashed himself inside me, giving me everything he had.

And then the craziest thing happened. I wasn't touching my dick because I was still holding on to him as he shot inside me. But the feeling of his cum filling me up and his dick hitting so deep in me made me shoot my load. I felt my cock explode and my cum shoot everywhere. And because Freddie was leaning over me, some of it hit his face and chest. I nearly passed out from the feelings. It was so fucking intense.

I've never had a hands-free orgasm in my life, but getting used like this by Freddie, and the size of his cock and how deep it was inside me, and feeling him completely unleash himself in me, breeding my ass, just tipped me right over the edge. It was such an incredible experience, not touching my dick, but feeling it explode. Freddie sat back. His dick still inside me, after he came off his orgasm, he wiped the cum that hit his cheek off his face and looked down at me. I wasn't sure if he was going to be angry or not.

“You shot hands free?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“You really do love my cock” he said, grinning.

Then he pulled his cock out slowly. I felt every inch being removed from my hole, and I could tell I was gaping once he was finally out. Then he got up, didn't look back at me, as usual, went to start getting changed and putting his clothes back on. I lay on the ground of the changing rooms, feeling full up, exhausted, but so so happy.

I was expecting him to go, but once he was changed, he came over and handed me his phone.

“Put your number in. Need to be able to get in touch with you when I need to get off.”

I did as I was told. Practically shaking with excitement that he was taking my number.

Then he took his phone back and walked out. I got up, got changed and went to continue locking up so I could head home. For once, I didn't need to come and shoot my load after he left, as I'd shot it while he was here, which felt like some progress.

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Over the next few weeks, I fully became Freddie's sex toy, as he liked to call me. There were no more rules about only in the shower, and whenever and had left. Whenever Freddie was around and horny, I gave it to him. He would message me things like:

FREDDIE: Upstairs toilets now.

Then I would have to make some kind of excuse. It was easy, really. I would just say I've got to go check the toilets or give them a clean, and I'd head upstairs, go in and find Freddy in one of the end cubicles. He'd already have his cock out, and I'd just get on my knees and suck him off. He'd shoot down my mouth, zip up and walk away without another word to me.

I fucking loved it.

One day I was closing up in the back room behind reception, and I heard the door open. I thought everyone else had gone, but there was Freddie. He came over, unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. I sucked him right there in the back office before he pulled me up and bent me over the desk. He fucked me mercilessly until he shot his load in me, then he pulled up his trousers and left, leaving me half naked, bent over the desk and full of his load.

He also got riskier with it. One day, when the rugby team were practising he told me to meet him in the changing room toilets, I got there first as was sitting waiting in a cubicle when he appeared and locked the door behind him. He was in his rugby kit, a bit sweaty and muddy; he looked so fucking hot. He pulled his dick out, and I got to work on it, sucking him deep and getting him hard quickly. He was holding my head and moaning as he started face fucking me. Then the door to the changing rooms opened, and he signalled to me to be quiet. One of his teammates yelled for him, and while still fucking my face, he replied, saying he would be out again soon. The guy was feet away from us as I sucked Freddie in the stall…

He didn’t last much longer before he shot his load down my throat and went back to practice.

I loved it.

But it was affecting my work. I was distracted, constantly checking my phone, thinking he might have messaged, and skipping some of my tasks. Instead of cleaning the toilet, I was in one of the stalls getting fucked by Freddie. Lee had started to notice and make comments, asking what was going on with me, and telling me that if I didn't sort it out, he'd have to give me a warning. As much as I hated this job, I really couldn't afford to lose it. Losing another job while I'm still at home with my parents wouldn't be a good look for me. And also, probably the real reason I didn't want to lose it, I wanted to stay around Freddie. I knew he now liked fucking me and using my mouth. But I wasn't in any denial that if I wasn't around, if he didn't have easy access to me, he wouldn't give a shit. He'd probably just go find someone else.

So I really didn't want to lose this job.

But being Freddie's sex toy was hard work. I was constantly on call, ready to drop to my knees at a moment's notice.

Then a few days went by, and Freddie hadn't appeared. He missed one of the practices, and again I started getting scared. Was he bored of me? Was he moving on? Had he got himself a girlfriend, so now he didn’t need me? I didn't know.

It did concern me how much I got worked up when Freddie wasn't around for a few days. I was too into this guy. I was too into this whole situation. When it did finally end, and I knew it would at some point, I was going to be a fucking mess. But I figured I'd save that for later. Right now, I just wanted to ride the wave of being a hot stud sex toy.

Freddie messaged me a few days later.

FREDDIE: Need you Friday night. 7pm. Will send an address.

I was confused. Send me an address. Does he mean he wanted me to meet him somewhere away from the sports centre? We'd never done that before. The thought of being invited to Freddie's house, of getting fucked by him in his bed, made me shake with anticipation. Is that what it was? I fucking hope so. I knew better than to question him, so I just replied simply.

TOM: Ok.

He didn't reply after that. No more information about what was happening on Friday, and that meant I had two days to wait in anticipation of whatever was going to happen…

But I had no clue how kinky it was about to get.