1. A SLAVE'S LIFE


    Date: 3/23/2017, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    young women joining just as gym members, and the joke is that they only spent all the money on the new facilities to provide us studs in the first team with sex. Well, rugby's a man's thing, isn't it? I know they do play women's rugby now, but, frankly, who'd fancy those women? Guys need to bond together, especially in their early twenties, and I really enjoyed the twice-weekly training sessions and the Saturday matches: it helped me to keep fit, as working in a boring office (even though I had excellent "prospects") would otherwise have let me slide into sloth, like a lot of the guys I still kept in contact with from university. And as I was on the first team, I did a lot of other training as well to maintain my fitness - I usually went for a long run every morning that I wasn't training or playing. But where the fuck was I now? What had happened? I remembered the match - we'd won - and that incredible feeling of complete exhaustion that comes over you as you finally come off the field and you know you've run as hard and as fast as you can, and have put all your f***e into the scrums and tackling the other team. It's a real man's game, not like those wimps who play soccer. And then the communal bath, with all the heat, and the steam, and the comradeship of the other guys as you all lie there stark naked, drinking the first of the after match beers and talking about your girl friends. Of course I'd gone on to have a few more beers, too, who doesn't? But I can take a lot - my ...
    tall, big-framed body has a big mass because of all my muscles, and the alcohol hardly affects me (not that I'm one of those vile body builder "muscles on muscles" types - I'm lean and athletic, and my strength comes from all the regular, different types of workout. I can't imagine spending hours a day in a gym, and all those supplements and things, trying to get bigger biceps, or whatever). So where the fuck was I now? What had happened after that? Only one way to find out - I threw aside the blanked, and pushed my feet to the floor, then stood up and stretched all of my 6'2" in an effort to finally throw off sl**p and wake up. As I felt life returning to me I saw that I had indeed only got my T shirt on - I could kind of feel my cock and balls hanging down from under the hem, which was resting on my bum at the back. I scratched myself, as you do, and looked around. Other than the bed and a bucket in the corner, the room was bare - just plain painted walls, and thermoplastic tiles on the floor that felt cold under my bare feet. Where the fuck were the rest of my clothes? And my watch - I never took that off, and I always slept with it on, but now my wrist was bare. Fuck me, I must have been out of it last night, to have taken that off (or let someone take it off?). Mind you, this didn't look like some bird's house - where the fuck was I? I went over to the door, intending to peer out and see what could be seen, but there was no handle. It looked to be a tough door, too, not ...
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