Mark was 19. He was good looking, 5 foot 11. Light brown hair and brown eyes naturally tanned. He didn’t have much body hair, the guys on the team used to tease him that one day he’d start puberty and get some hair under his arms. For a teenager he had a decent body. He’d played rugby in school up until he finished sixth form a year ago. Then he’d gone travelling. He’d spent a lot of time at the beach in Australia, so he’d done his best to keep his body looking good.
It was in Australia, after his friend Ben went home and he was alone that he first started experimenting. He’d known he was turned on by guys for years. He’d catch himself checking out team mates in the locker rooms after practice, and then every now and then when he was wanking he’d start to think about them and he’d always cum so hard. He’d never admit it to anyone at home. But he’d downloaded Grindr, and had a couple of hook ups with guys while he was out there alone. He deleted it before coming home. He needed to concentrate on uni and he didn’t want anything getting in the way of that.
Mark was a fresher, he’d started his course a few weeks ago. At the freshers fair he’d surprised himself and signed up to the uni’s American football team. He’d never been that interested in American Football. But the team captain, Jack, was at the stall looking for sign ups. And he was fucking hot! He was 6”2 and muscled with a slim waist, that classic Dorito shaped body American football players have. Made even more obvious by the kit he was wearing. It was a hot day on freshers and his hair was a little damp, it was dark and straight but a little messy, cut short at the sides. He was handsome, like really fucking good looking. Deep brown eyes that twinkled with mischief and great set of teeth in a charming smile.
Mark was infatuated instantly, he didn’t think he’d ever fancied someone this quickly this intensely. He signed up without even thinking twice. A couple of weeks later they had trials, all the new recruits were to meet the team in the changing rooms. Mark nervously thought about hazing and pledges and frats and all the American crap they do at “college” but dismissed the thoughts. They wouldn’t do that in the Uk. Surely.
He was right of course, there was none of that, well, there were a few jokes, a couple of lewd comments and some towel whipping but nothing out of the ordinary for a boys changing room. He made the team. And that night he lay in bed, remembering what Jack looked like as he stood talking to them in the changing rooms, topless, his defined pecs scattered with hair that thickened a little in the middle of his chest. That dark line of hair that trailed down over his toned belly and disappeared into the Lycra compression shorts he was wearing. It was there in the dark alone in his room that Mark secretly dreamed that maybe there had been a bit of hazing.
That was a few weeks ago now. They’re had practice a couple of times a week. Mark was always there, eager and willing and hoping to impress. His eyes lingering on Jack’s body in the locker room whenever he thought no one was watching. And he carried on wanking and dreaming about what Jack would be like in bed.
Their first game was a home game. They were hosting another team. Mark played well, and so did the rest of the team but in the end they were beaten by a better team. They took it well though, no sulking, and as they got changed Jack insisted everyone on the team had to meet in the Students Union Bar for shots.
At the bar Mark sat down at the long table with the rest of the guys. Jack was at the bar, Mark took a quick glance at his arse. He was in jeans and a plain white tshirt. They both looked plain but designer, both just a bit tighter than most people wore. The jeans made his arse look amazing and the t-shirt showed off his chest, making his muscles stand out. Mark realised he was staring and turned away. A minute or two later Jack got back from the bar, a tray full of jeagerbombs balanced in his hands. “Ok lads! One each! No arguements! Get it down you! And don’t complain, the bastards have out the price up here. I’m going to have to start an only fans to pay for it!”
Mark who had been sipping his pint spat his drink at this comment! Everyone glanced at him as he coughed beer sparing every where. “What’s up fresher?” Jack said “you don’t think I’m hot enough?” And rubbing his hand down his chest with an sultry look on his face he said “I bet you’d sign up, I’ve seen you looking at me…” everyone looks to Mark for his reaction and he blushes and starts to stutter a response when Jack bursts out laughing “guys I’m just winding him up!” Mark joined in on the laughter good naturedly. Hoping no one noticed he reached down and adjusted his bulge. Something stired at the mention of Jack and an only fans.
Craig spoke up next, he was one of Jack’s mates, they shared a house off campus with a couple of other friends “remember that pervy guy when we were first years? The one who wanted to buy pictures of our feet?!” He said with a tone of disgust.
“Yeah” Jack laughed back “what’s a fucking perve, you still got his number?!” And they all burst out laughing again. “I wonder how much he’d pay from a proper video” as he said it, Jack mimesd wanking his cock, leaning back in his chair one hand rubbing at nip nipple through his tight t-short and pulling orgasmic faces. The whole team was laughing again.
Mark felt a flush rising up him and he couldn’t take anymore. He quickly stood up to go to the toilet hoping no one was paying attention to his quick exit. The toilets were empty when he got in there, and that was good because it took him a moment to get the flow started as he stood at the urinal. Jack’s comments made him a little bit more semi than he’d like for trying to piss. He was halfway through his piss when he heard the hinges of the door, he turned his head slightly and saw Jack walking in. Pint in hand. Jack put his pint down on the shelf by the urinals.
There was 4 spaces at the urinal and Mark was in the first. All rules of politeness say that Jack should have stood at space 3 or 4. But of course he didn’t. He stepped right up next to his team mate. He put his left arm on Marks shoulder just as Mark finished pissing and tucked himself back into his jeans. “Sorry about that back there, I was only joking, mate! No hard feelings” there was something in his tone, just on the way he said “hard” that made Mark nervous. “Hey, you played well tonight, you’re going to make a valuable player on the team, Mark.” And he undid his belt, and started to undo the button fly on his jeans. He looked at Mark as he slipped his hand inside his boxers “if one of the guys comes in here and finds you standing there watching me piss there’s going to be some awkward questions…” Mark tears his eyes away just a b s Jack is about to pull down his waist band. “Uh… sorry, got to go get another drink.” He stammered and rushed from the bathroom without washing his hands. He could hear Jack’s chuckle as he went.
Mark avoided Jack for the next hour despite catching him looking at him once or twice and then made his excuses to a couple of the guys and headed home. He’d had a couple of pints and he’d not sure what really happened with Jack earlier. Did Jack really know he’s been staring? Was it that obvious? Had others noticed?
He got back to his dorm, he was lucky his uni didn’t make freshers share like some places. His was a block of 12 singles rooms with two shared kitchens and a bathroom for every three rooms. He locked his dorm room door, flicked on the bedside lamp, kicked off his shoes and pulled his polo shirt over his head. Shrugging out of his jeans he looked at himself in the mirror on the wall. He couldn’t compare with the likes of Jack but he looked good. He staggered slightly, feeling the effects of the beer and jaeger and slumped down on his bed. His hand ran over his belly and started rubbing his bulge through his navy blue Next boxers.
He was hard in seconds, his mind racing back to Jack’s bulge as he stood next to him at the urinal, what he might have seen if he’d stayed long enough for Jack to pull down that designer waist band and get it out. Shuffling his boxers down he took his dick in his right hand. Mark wasn’t big, average at best, but he didn’t have a problem with that, he liked his cock, it was enough for him. And as he wanked it he grabbed his phone with his left, opening Instagram he scrolled to Jack’s account. Just the pictures of his smiling charming face are enough to get the tipsy Mark close but he was there for something specific, a picture from last year. Eventually he scrolled down far enough and there it is. Jack, post match, he’s got his arms around Craig and Kyle. Topless you can see the glisten in sweat over his chest. His head hair and armpits are damp with it. And Marks eyes are drawn to the belly hair, those v-lines of muscles lead away from it. Mark’s movements become more frantic, wanking with his right hand scrolling pictures of Jack with his left. He’s getting close, imagining the salty taste he would get for kissing all the way down that chest.
He’s close and it’s building, almost at the point of no return. His left hand scrolling back to that topless match picture again. He knows he won’t be able to hold on much longer, and just as he tips over the edge his stupid useless left hand hits LIKE… on a year old picture. And the first rope of cum lands on the wall behind his head. The second his his chest, the third fourth and fifth across his belly and the sixth dribbles from his cock. Lying there he panicked and quickly unlikes the picture hoping it was quick enough that no notification will be seen. Filled with anxiety he gabbed his t-shirt from the floor and wiped the cum from his chest. He checked the time on his phone, it was nearly 1am. He reached out and turned off the light, rolled over to get comfortable for sleep. And just then his phone light up room. He picked it up and saw a message with a single word. It’s from Jack and it said one single word: “BUSTED”.
Mark froze. It felt like a bucket of ice had been tipped over his head. Jack saw. He must have got the notification straight away. Mark was running through his brain trying to think of anything to say. But what could he say, it was a topless sweaty picture of Jack from a whole year ago. There’s no way he would ever have seen it unless he went looking for it. And Jack would know that! He swallowed, trying to calm himself. He glanced back at his phone, too scared to unlock it, too scared to even open Jack’s message. It was 1.13am and jacks message had sat on his Home Screen for 4 minutes, unread. Mark was thinking about deleting it when a second message came through “dont woprry not gnna tel ayone.youre…” the preview finished there. To read any more he’d have to unlock his phone and open the message and the blue ticks would let Jack know he had opened it.
A third message popped up on his locked screen “tick…tock…” it read.
Mark’s phone buzzed again. Another message from Jack. “Last chance!”
Mark swallowed hard, his spent cock already starting to thicken again in his boxers. The mix of shame and arousal was making him dizzy. His thumbs hovered, then typed “I’m here. Sorry” and hit send. He didn’t know what else to say.
Jack replied: “Good boy. Get dressed. Meet me outside your halls in 10 mins. Don’t make me wait”
Mark’s stomach flipped. Outside? Right now? It was nearly 1:30am. He should say no. He should delete the messages quit the team and then block him. Instead he pulled on a pair of grey joggers and a hoodie, not even bothering with underwear, and slipped on his trainers. His heart was hammering so hard he felt sick as he crept out of his room and down the stairs.
The night air was cool when he stepped outside the halls entrance. The streetlights cast long shadows across the path. Jack was already there, leaning against the wall like he owned the uni. He was still in the tight white t-shirt and designer jeans from the bar, he obviously hadn’t been home yet. He looked even bigger in the dim light. His eyes locked onto Mark immediately, that mischievous twinkle now sharper, more predatory.
“Alright, Mark,” Jack said quietly, only a slight slur to his speech, stepping closer so they were only a couple of feet apart. “Look at me.” Jack commanded.
Mark forced himself to meet those deep brown eyes. His face was burning. There was a nervous excitement mixed in to his shame though. Jack’s voice dropped lower. “Did you actually just jerk off to my picture?”
Mark glanced around nervously. His first instinct was to deny it. He was panicked, what if someone overheard Jack asking that. The path was empty, but the idea of someone walking past made his stomach twist. He went to open his mouth to deny it but as he looked at Jack’s smirking face he knew nothing he said would convince him otherwise…He nodded quickly.
Jack smirked. “You need to say it, Mark. Nodding isn’t good enough. Be honest. I want to hear it.”
Mark’s mouth felt dry. His voice came out small and shaky. “Yeah… I did. I was wanking thinking about you. About your body in the changing room. I… I couldn’t stop.”
Jack’s grin widened slowly as the confession hung in the air. He seemed to grow taller, shoulders straightening, chest pushing out. The power shift was instant and obvious — he could see it in Jack’s eyes, the way his posture changed. He had Mark completely.
“Fuck,” Jack breathed, almost to himself. “You’re actually serious.” He let out a low chuckle and ran a hand through his dark hair. “All this time I thought you were just checking me out… but you’re proper gone on me, aren’t you?”
Mark couldn’t answer. He just stared at the ground.
“You want some of this, don’t you?” Jack was standing a little closer to Mark as he grabbed his crotch. Mark swallowed and licked his bottom lip nervously but didn’t say a word.
Jack’s next words were soft but commanding. “Get on your knees.”
Mark froze. “Here? Jack, someone might—”
“I said get on your knees.” Jack’s voice was firmer now. “You liked my picture. You came thinking about me. Now show me how sorry you are.”
Mark’s legs felt weak. He slowly sank down onto the cold paving slabs outside his own halls, kneeling in front of the team captain. He wasn’t on the main path but he felt like he was still visible from the windows of the building. He was terrified, but it felt electric. It felt exciting and dangerous and he knew that there was no way he could resist following Jack’s orders. The position made everything feel painfully real. His face was level with Jack’s crotch.
Jack pulled out his phone, switched on the camera, and pointed it down at him. The red recording light appeared.
“Kiss my trainers,” Jack ordered quietly, tilting the phone to get a clear view of Mark’s face. “And say it properly. Tell me you’re a desperate little perv who jerks off to his captain.”
Mark’s cock was rock hard in his joggers, throbbing with humiliation. He hoped Jack wouldn’t notice it and he really hoped the camera didn’t see it. He leaned forward, pressed his lips to the top of Jack’s white and black trainers, and kissed them. Once. Twice. The leather was cool against his mouth.
“I’m… I’m a desperate little perv,” Mark whispered, voice cracking. “I jerk off thinking about you.”
Jack let out a satisfied groan, zooming in slightly with the camera. “Louder. And grovel properly. Tell me how you’ll do anything I want to keep this between us.”
Mark’s face burned with shame as he kissed the other trainer, lingering longer this time, pressing his lips against the laces. “I’ll do anything… please don’t show anyone. I’ll be good. I swear.”
Jack kept filming, clearly loving every second of it. The bulge in his jeans was obvious now, thick and straining against the fabric only inches from Mark’s face.
“Good boy,” Jack murmured, his free hand reaching down to lightly grip Mark’s hair. “This is just the start. You’re mine now.”
He kept the phone recording for a few more seconds, then finally stopped and slipped it back into his pocket. He looked down at Mark still kneeling there, flushed and breathing hard.
“Follow me.” He said and stepped backwards. When Mark made as if to stand Jack wagged a finger “I didn’t say stand up! Come on. Follow” and he took a few more steps back. It was one of those modern campuses with artfully planted trees and Jack was moving away from the path and into the trees. Mark followed on his hands and knees.
Jack stopped with his back against a broad tree trunk. He clicked his fingers near his waist and gestured for Mark to follow them. Mark lifted his head up to near jacks left hip. He was nervous about what might happen next. He knew what he wanted to happen, what he’d fantasised about happening. Jacks hand caught in his hair and turned his face to look up towards him.
“You want it don’t you?” And as he said it Jack pushed his crotch forwards, the hard mound in his jeans pushed against Mark’s face. Mark blinked and whispered “Yes”. Jacks grip on his hair tightened and he jerk marks head up a little. “Yes… what?” He asked sharplyz “yes… Sir?” Mark replied.
“Good boy!” Jack purred. “You’re starting to understand. Now give it a kiss” he said turning Mark’s head to face his crotch. Mark didn’t need telling twice, he could see the length of Jack’s considerable shaft through his jeans. He kissed the jeans once, feeling the warmth of him through them, then twice, and a third time, this time opening his mouth, his tongue reaching out with force, stroking the rough fabric. “Oh… fuuuck” he breathed as he started to make out with the denim. The pent up fear and nervous energy pushing him to nuzzle and kiss and lick and grope at the bulge with his mouth.
Jacks hand tightened once more and pulled Mark’s head back. “Not so fast.” He said “you haven’t earned it yet”. His other hand moved to open his belt buckle. “Kneel there and keep your eyes closed. A single peek from you and this all ends now. You understand?!” Mark nodded and whispered “Yes, Sir.” And he closed his eyes.
He heard the clink of Jacks belt buckle, the pop of the button flies jeans being pulled open and a soft wet splat. This was followed but the soft noise of Jack wanking, he must have spat on it to start with. Mark knelt there, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, a precum stain spreading in his trackies. He could hear the soft sound of skin on skin, hear jacks breathing, hear it quickening, and getting shallower. Marks tongue darting out, imagining Jack was close enough to reach him. Jacks pace getting quicker his breather heavier, and a few grunts, and then moaned and said “fuck yeah!” His words strained against his excitement “Take my load!” And then with a grunt the first shot of cum hit mark on the chin, hot and wet, the second, into his mouth, salty and warm, the third and fourth landed across his cheek and forehead, with shot five landing in his hair and dripping back down his face.
He couldn’t help it and he closed his mouth round the warm salty cum and swallowed it. His lips reaching out for more. “Don’t you dare open those eyes.” Jack said. Mark could hear him dressing again. “Stay there for 5 minutes covered in my cum like a good boy.” He said with that cocky tone back in his voice. “It looks good on you!” And Mark heard him walk away. No goodbye, no further instructions, just leaving Mark there, hard, humiliated, dripping with cum. And more horny than he had ever been in his life.
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