Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2012 16:39:01 +0100
From: Foxpark Foxpark <foxpark@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Uni Rugby 2
       
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Uni Rugby- part 2

Main characters:

Derren 'Dez'- a 21-year-old postgrad- handsome- but lacking in moral
character

Jack Barton- the good looking captain of the Rugby Team- completley
straight but not narrow

Cole- 18 a young fresher who ends up in Derren's 'care'


Cole looked around the room for clues. This was a guys room. So that ruled
out getting laid. Was he with one of the rugby lot? Shit. Just as he stood
to find some underwear a man he didn't recognise apeared in the door way
with a plate of bacon sandwiches and a cup of tea. Whilst he didn't
recognise the stubbled face Cole somehow knew his voice as he said...  "Oh
your up then slaveboy- I think we need a chat."

	Cole's first instinct was to shout back about the slave boy comment
but the whole situation left him without a voice. He was naked in a
strangers house. His mind was trying to pass him the facts through the fog
of amnesia but they weren't coming fast enough. There was something about
the way this stranger had called him "slaveboy". It wasn't menacing in any
way, in fact it was quite plain as if it was a simple statement of the
incontrivertible truth. His hang-over suddenly followed him from the bed
and hit him square in the head. He felt queasy and needed to sit back
down. The black-hands of shame begin to race into his mind- he could fill
his eyes begin to water.

"C'mon we've already had that bit," said the other guy , putting the cup
and plate on a sideboard.

"What?" was all Cole managed to mumble miserably.

"You don't remeber do you?" the guy said as he sat at the far end of the
bed. "Well lets see. My name's Dez and I rescued you from the rugby
initiations last night. Do you remember the bar crawl or the field?"

"Shit I failed didn't I?" Cole whined miserably, "this is so fucking
embarassing, i'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey- like I said we've already done that bit. You're just hung-over
you'll be laughing about all this tomorrow."

"What do you mean we've done all this?"

"You had a good grizzle when I got you home, don't worry it wasn't a full
on cry," Dez added as he saw the younger lads face. "You haven't failed the
initiation either. In fact you did very well," Dez smiled broadly as he saw
a tentative grin on the blonde teens face.

	Cole suddenly placed his hands over his genitals as if he'd only
just realised he was naked. Of course he had- it was just his brain hadn't
sent any messages to his body to do anything about it. He felt a little
better knwoing he'd made it throught the initations but something still
bugged him.

"Slaveboy?"

"Ah yeah," Dez went on as went for a dressing gown behind the door and
through it to a grateful cole, "its like this. You survived the intitations
but so did alot of others. There'd done everything they could do without
pushing it to a dangerous level, and you were all already too drunk so I
came up with a solution..."

"hang-on a sec I don't rember seeing you at the bar-crawl- what position do
you play?"

If Dez had been in court, the guilt on his face would have set him up for
an immediate life-sentence, "I'm not you see. I was performing a small
favour for the captain of your team and I kind of got lumbered with you. Ya
see the suggestion was that for the next 24 hours you lot would be slaves
to the existing members of the rugby team. Trouble is there were more
initiates than there were members of the rugby squad- some were still
ferrying people home," ("or to hospital" he added to himself guiltily).

Cole had listened to this with a wide-eyed misery; it was a special blend
of shame and guilt known only to those who were hearing "what really
happened last night". So he had been this guys slave and still was. That
was his task.

"Look," said Dez as if reading his mind,"you lucked out. Right now the
other initiates are slaves to the rugby team- and i think you know full
well that those guys have an incredible imagination when it comes to
humiliating people. You got me, and you won't have to do anything, we'll
just make something up and you can get in ok?"

Cole nodded slowly. This guy seemed genuine enough. But there was one more
thing that was bugging him. "Why am I naked?" he asked. Then he listened to
the long journey back to Dez's house when he'd been wearing just shoes and
his underwear. How he'd spent a while with his head down the toilet, gently
sobbing about how he was never drinking again etc etc. Then Dez had
apparently sat him in the bottom of the shower and got him washed before
putting him to bed. There was an embarressing silence as all of this sunk
in. It wasn't that he'd been seen naked by another guy becasue from what he
could remember (and he really wishe d he couldn't) there'd been alot of
nudity out on the field last night. It was that someone had seen him naked
and vulnerable. Cole thanked Dez as he passed him the cup of tea and told
him his clothes had been washed and were just in the dryer. With that he
got up and excused himself, closing the door behind him.

Cole stared around the room with his bleary eyes. It appeared he had lucked
out. He was gradually becoming aware of the aches and pains of his body. A
twinge in his arms reminded him of the endless number of push-ups the rugby
team had forced the initiates to do. This guy, Dez, was right. If he had
been handed over to one of the team for humiliation he wasn't sure he could
have taken whatever it was they were now dishing out to the others. What
was it that was still bugging him? It was something about Dez- but he
couldn't put his finger on it.

***
	On the other side of the door Dez breathed out a sigh of relief and
leant back on a wall. That had been every bit as difficult as it had been
the night before. Eventually he'd had to toss the poor bastard a robe for
the sake of his eyes. Cole was seriously fit! Last night he'd taken him
back to the house on Jack Barton's orders. He'd started whinging as they
got in. It was all a little incoherent. It wasn't anything dark, he didn't
offer up his soul, it was just a drunk fresher lamenting his situation in a
series of mumbles and whimpers. If it had been anyone else he would have
took him back and left him with his head in the toilet before skipping off
to bed, but it was those eyes. They were a bright green and they just
did... something to Dez. They made him soften. He'd taken the younger guy
back and had taken care of him. He'd got a god look at his equipment when
he helped him shower but somehow it wasn't an erotic moment.
	He didn't know why but when he finally laid the naked fresher out
on his bed he sat for a while stroking his dirty blonde hair. That was when
things got a little heated for him. He had just met this guy, he was
gorgeous, he was naked and now he was in his bed unconscious. He'd sat on
the edge of the bed watching the rhythmic movement of the eighteens years
olds chest and listening to his heavy breathing. Dez was hard. His hand
found its way into his underwear. But then he stopped. It was those damn
eyes. He could have jumped him. Barton had handed him over as a slave. But
he didn't want to.
	Seeinghim just now had got Dez fully hard again. He traced the
outline of his cock through his jeans and bit down on his lip to surpress a
moan. It wasn't that he was over sexed at all- but this guy had got him
seriously hot. But he was most probably straight. that was a
problem. Knowing that it would only ever be a fantasy, Dez took his hand of
his crotch and went downstairs to get Coles clothes out of the dryer.
	When he returned the eighteen year-old had fallen back to sleep. He
knew he had to get out of there. It may have been mad to leave what was
technically a stranger in his house but if he stayed he was going to get
into trouble. His hand had already found his dick again and all he could
think about was shoving the tasy looking cock up his arse and riding it
till it filled him with cum.  Where was any of this coming from? He decided
to leave a note telling Cole to stay put when he woke -up and see to the
morning's buisness. First he had to go on to campus to a lecture on
research skills but then he planned to take a detour and sort out his
little problem.

***

	Technically speaking Elliot McGrath had absolutley no power
whatsoever. At 25 he had managed to secure himself a cushy job as an admin
assitant in the acheology department. He was, in other words, a glorified
secretary. Sweep all the usual arrogant assumptions aside however and you
saw that secretarys were incredibly useful people. They had access to
files, knew all the deadlines and had the ear of the lecturers. In other
words they had a lot of sway and so it payed to keep them in a good mood.
Elliot knew this, he knew that everybody else knew this and he used it to
his advantage. A 25-year-old with moderatley good looks, surrounded by
young and nubile students 24/7 will be bound to have to endure certain
distractions. For Elliot the enjoyment of student bodies was a
soul-consuming vice. Whilst every-where else in the world people look at
universities as a place of enlightement, those places still deal in the
worlds oldest form of currency.
	Whilst he had many an undergrad willing to get him off, elliot
wasn't liked. Yes he was quite god-looking and he kept in shape but he was,
first and foremost, an utter, slimey, consciousless bastard. Today Dez had
decided to pay homage to the not so humble Mr McGrath. Technically this
would be a freeby for Elliot- there was nothing Dez wanted for the moment-
but he needed to satify an urge.
	That is why, that afternon. He found himself bent over the
secretarys desk with his trousers and underwear at his ankles listening to
Elliot spit on his cock. He felt his hole quiver with anticipation as th
eolder man spat on his hole and he felt the saliva trickle down onto his
balls. People like Elliot idnd't 'do' preparation even though Dez's ass was
begging to be played wiht. Elliot simply lined up his 8 inch cock and
speared the horned up postgrad straight away. Dez had been expecting this
bit and had placed a ruler in his mouth so that he could bite down as he
felt the secretary tear into him. The door may be locked but they still had
to be wuiet. The desk shook as elliot went straight into a fucking
rhythm. Dez's body quivered uncontrolably as his sphincter struggled to
cope with the ruthless invasion.

"Elliot Slow down.." Dez panted as the pace increased.

"No fucking chance- this is the first arsehole i've had in months I've only
had one freshers cunt so far and she weren't exactly tight.!"

Elliot grabbed a handful of dez's hair and pulled him up so that Dez could
feel his hot breath on the back of his neck. The bastard secretary had been
so horny he hadn't even bothered removing his trousers. He had literally
just taken his hard cock out and drove it into Dez twithcing hole. Dez
could feel Elliot's belt buckle pressing painfully against his ass as the
thrusts got harder and deeper. Dez needed it. By the time Elliot had begun
long dicking him Dez had already driven his teeth marks into the wooden
ruler as he tried to surpress his moans and screams. All the while he was
picturing the would-be-rugby stud at home. Wanting to be there with his
legs spread, getting fucked by that meaty looking cock and staring up into
those striking eyes in that cute face. He was suddenly brought out of his
chance as with a few short grunts Elliot unloaded inside of him. He didn't
linger in post-orgasmic bliss but just pulled out unceremoniously leaving
watery-cum trickling out of Dez's hole and down the insides of his thighs.

"Much better Dez thanks- so what the fuck do you want? You ain't exactly
one for freebies."

Dez hadn't gotten this far without knowing how to talk to the thick,
arrogant fuck of this world like Elliot. The trick was to talk in their
language and (because Dez wasn't exactly perfect- being an over-achiever
without morals) to never let them think they'd got one up on you.  "Just
getting my favours in early Elliot, remember that one won't you," he
responded pulling up his trousers without bothering to clean himself
up. "Oh and the girls from the R.A.G. soceity wanted to tell you to stay
away from their freshers."

"There freshers love a bit of this," Elliot jeered grabbing his now clothed
cock."

That was the problem with people like him- if you were going to give him a
lable then yes-he was straight with bi tendencies. The trouble with labels,
Dez reflected as he walked home, was that they tended to oversimplify
things. There weren't any simple labels for people like Elliot in the
real-world. By the time you said:
 "well technically he's straight but he fucks guys in the arse because 'any
holes a goal' and he loves the feeling of having power over them, even
though most people wouldn't tocuh him with a barge pole unless they were
getting something out of him because, whilst he is good looking, its not
easy to overlook the fact that hes an absolute cunt!"  ... you would have
run out of breath.

	On his way back through campus Dez got a phonecall from Barton
wanted to know what happened after he left. He told him.  "So your working
him hard right? Remeber I don't mind if he makes it through but I need some
of them to drop out theres still to many and we've got another load
tonight."

"What about the one you took back?"

"Oh, Westall? He's doing fine I had him up early this morning- sent him
around the entire student flats with a high-vis jacket on and told him to
introduce himself as the voluntary cleaner- he's done every toilet in the
block. I've got to hand it to him I thought he'd wuss out when he had to
introduce himself to the fresher girls as the toilet attendent but somehow
he managed to get three numbers-" "-lucky little bastard-" "I-I know, and
one of them was bev our 'actual' cleaner!"

"Legendary- so I'm guessing he's made it through, what about the others?"

"A couple of dropped out but not enough- Just make sure you don't go easy
on him mate. I know this ain't your thing but I need to make sure he's
being tested to- its only fair on the others."

"Tested how?"

"I don't know get creative- look I gotta go I've got a seminar this
afternoon and i've still got to remind everyone about the second bar-crawl
and initiation tonight."

	Barton hung-up leaving Dez feeling a little bewildered.How the hell
could he give him some sought of test without crossing too many
boundaries. Just being in the room with him was enough to get Dez
hard. There had to be some safe way of humiliating him.......

A few minutes later when a now fully clothed Cole greeted Dez at the door
he was a little put off by the smirk on the older gguys face. Suddenly all
the friendlyness he'd seen earlier that morning had evaporated and
something in Cole's gut told him that he was now in serious trouble.

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