Pinned Under A College Jock

Jake was captive again, there was no physical force restraining him, instead, he was experiencing some form of 'hyperarousal'. Fear, nervousness, excitement, anticipation, sexual stimulation, all at once.

He sat frozen on the spot, waiting for the Jock to pass overhead. To his horror and ecstasy, instead of entering the gym, the football lads sat on the step above him.

To his left, a familiar sight, muscular legs sprouting red hair, to his right another set of powerful jock legs covered with thick black hair.

He had to act fast to hide his stiff cock. Not only was it pushing his shorts out but it also cast a shadow on the step to his left. He placed his gym bag over it, hoping it would not react.

His hard cock was successfully concealed but he couldn't risk moving.

'Are you doing just weights today Liam?' Just hearing that voice again had Jake's pulse racing. It was the voice that forced him to submit that night.

Jake tried to resist the temptation to eyeball this lads legs, it was futile, he was drawn to his left: the Jock wore tight white shorts with a blue stripe down the side, no socks, and a pair of worn white Adidas trainers. His thighs, hamstrings, and calf's we're big, toned, strong, and imposing. His ankles thick and his feet a good size 10. Without turning his head too far, Jake could see the outline of a thick cock head, resting under his white shorts.

Liam was chatting away about his training and he too radiated athletically. To Jake's left, the Jock was releasing slimy spit from his chest and throat and sweat dripped off both lads. 'I'm wrecked after that run, Liam, at least cardio is done'

Jake was on the receiving end of the Jock juices. He was certain this was intentional from the lad to his left.

'Did you hear about that fresher's party, Liam? It was wild, got into a bit of a fight with this Dublin lad. Not really a fight, more me pushing him around, teaching him how to respect his superiors, ha! sometimes you have to release a bit of aggression. He respects me now I'll tell you that, next time he can suck my dick'.

Both lads laughed loudly as the Jock continued to brag about his fighting prowess that night.

Jake was almost at breaking point. His cock was frantically seeking release.

For a moment Jake thought he might be free. Liam was standing and ready for his workout inside the gym. 'I'll join you in a while, Liam, I have a call to make and stuff to sort out'

With Liam gone, the Jock now had both his legs straddling Jake. Without any physical contact, Jake felt trapped between his legs, like the moment before a headscissors is locked on.

'I saw you jerking off down there'. Jake was stunned ' eh what the fuck...'. ' Stay down there Jake and listen. I was thinking after that night you might be good for my training, for when I'm stressed and need release. Like I told you before, I talk you listen. Don't touch your cock, I want you all edgy and worked up like me. I'll see you back at the same spot, the gym bench at 11 tonight. We have some unfinished business.'

Jake was overwhelmed. He had never been so turned on and couldn't understand why or how this Jock had so much power over him. He had never seen his face and didn't even know his name.

Jake struggled to hide his stiff cock that evening. He couldn't get it down without cumming. He was ordered not to cum.

The problem was only made worse by the fact that Jake was on everyone's hotlist. He was a handsome, dark-haired lad with an athletic build and was the center of attention wherever he went.

Somehow he managed to cycle home without ripping his shorts and then he faced five hours of waiting.

Jake figured the best way to de-stress was another workout at home. He had already completed a gym workout and figured shoulders and arms with dumbells would hit the spot.

Jake had strong genetics, even before he ever hit the gym he had great shape and definition. He was very proud of his arms, not many lads achieve a double bicep peak but Jake had. He tore through various types of bicep curls, concentration curls, hammer curls, and then hit his triceps.

He was impressed with his results, good enough for his insta fitness page. Sure enough, the video and stills revealed solid vigorous peaks.

The workout had filled some time for Jake and his cock had returned to base. He was smelly but couldn't risk a shower. That was one of his favorite cum spots. Every day, sometimes twice, he would stand under the water and let his cock wrestle the power spray. It was a battle between his juice and the water. The result was an intense orgasm while Jake showered in his own cum spray.

Jake had all those feelings you have before an exam or an interview: fear, anxiety anticipation but there was also excitement, longing, and lust. He figured he should wear track bottoms and a t-shirt. He was certain to go stiff and needed space for his cock to grow and a top to show off his biceps.

By the time Jake arrived at the bench his cock was raging again.

Ten minutes passed before he suddenly found himself in a rear chokehold. 'Remember the rules Jake, I talk you listen. I could put you to sleep but you're here to serve me. You submit, I release you, you go on your knees and you suck my cock, got it?'

Jakes was compelled to obey, he just nodded, submitted, and found himself facing a thick bush of red hair. Below were those muscular calf muscles and white trainers and to the right of his face a powerful throbbing cock.

The jock above held his head down.