Pinned Under A College Jock

Jake could hardly believe he had made the grades for college. He spent most of his final year at school, in the gym, partying, or hanging out with his friends.

He was lucky with the exam questions and somehow he'd managed to scrape his way in to an Arts course.

The 'Freshes Ball' was an excuse to drink heavily and party. It was a big event outdoors with bands, bars and music.

By midnight Jake's friend Sam was drunk and out of control. He was shouting at a group of lads from Galway: ' Get back to your farms, your pigs need you'.

Jake tried to get Sam to shut up, but it just made him louder. A fight broke out and Jake felt himself being forced out of the beer tent.

Jake was in some kind of side headlock, whoever was controlling him was strong. He dragged Jake across the football pitch, away from the freshers tent, to the outdoor gym, at the back of the campus.

Seconds later Jake was flat on his back, pinned under his attacker. He struggled , attempting to unbalance him or catch him in a headscissors. But he had Jake pinned to a flat weights bench.

Jake's upper chest bore most of his weight. Jake's throat was under his crotch and his balls rested on Jakes mouth. Judging by the pressure he must of weighed 100 Kilos.

Jake heard his phone ring. ' yah all good, I got the bigger lad, did you get the skinny fucker? Ha ha ha..happy days. ..No I'm going to sort this lad out before I get back, save some cans'..

Jake was struggling under him. The bench was concrete and he was trapped.

'Get off me'

'Are you saying something down there? I'd think about what I would say, if I was you. Think about how you got there. '

' My friend was drunk, it was'

'I didn't ask you to speak, I asked you to think. I'll make it simple, cos you're simple so just yes or no and tell the truth: did you call us names?

'It was my friend he was drunk...'

Jake was suddenly covered in his attackers spit and mucous.

'Lets try again, what's your name?'

'Jake'

'Ok Jake , your not very clever for a college boy. I can clear my throat out on you, lots more left , I can box the head off you, I can make you suffer all night'. 'So yes or No'

Jake was stunned. He didn't expect to be turned on by this lad, spitting on him.

'Did you call us names'?

'Yes'

'Are you a sad little loser?'

'Yes'

' Should you be punished'

'No'

The attacker moved forward on the bench to sit on Jakes face. He had Jake planted into his crack, between his cheeks, his balls and cock hung, over Jake's forehead. Jake was overpowered by the heat and intensity. His sweaty smell leaked through his thin denim jeans, onto Jake.

Jake heard muffled sounds above him. He was on his phone again, telling someone, he was having fun and was in no hurry back.

' You still awake down there Jake?' I have to check a bit of social media , I'll get to you in a while. Tell me if you need more air, don't want you sleeping and missing all the fun'.

Jake was there a good half hour before he finally asked for air.

'I almost forgot you were there Jake, you make a good seat, maybe you should kiss my ass?

'What'?

'Yes or no Jake..be careful'

'No'

'Big mistake Jake!'

Jake still hadn't seen his attackers face. He knew he had to be one of the lads from the tent. There were three of them. They were all his age (20) and all three wore college GAA football shirts. One had dark hair, the other two were red heads. The lad on top of him had light reddish hair on his arms. He felt: heavy, muscular, stocky and strong

Jake had been at this lads mercy for over an hour and it had made him hard.