It was a rather subdued mood in the shower, till VD said, “fuck it! Who cares if we lost, we still played well and scored 12!”

The others cheered, and Cap said into the silence that followed, “yeah, playing such a good team can only make us better!”

The others cheered again and everyone started chatting about the tackles, mauls and rucks of the match.

Stood scrubbing my back as best I could I hissed in pain.

Miguel grabbed my arm and lifted away my hand, “oh shit Stiffy, that is a hell of a hit. Why didn’t you say anything?”

It had been glorious, I was crashed into by my counterpart on the other team, he slammed me down into the mud then I’d gotten kicked by their number 8 as he came in to flip the ruck of Harry and Paul above me.

It’s a damn good thing they had all been grunting and huffing, otherwise they would have heard me moan in pained pleasure.

“I didn’t realise it was so bad.” I said meekly.

Miguel gently poked my back and I groaned involuntarily.

Before I could say anything else, Miguel swung me round to face him. Why didn’t he want me facing the others?

Lifting my chin with his thumb and forefinger he said seriously, “you should never keep quiet about this bad of an injury.”

Why do I feel like I’m being scolded by my Dom? Eeeee it feels too good, scold me more!

There were a lot of gasps behind me and I realised how quiet it had gotten. I went to turn my head to ask if it was really that bad, but Miguel didn’t let my chin go.

While the others started exclaiming how bad a hit it was and that they should have gotten revenge on the opposition, Miguel whispered so only I could hear, “Don’t look round, your face betrays you right now.”

Oh fuck! Does he know I’m a masochist?

I dropped my head to hide my shame. I didn’t want him to find out like this!

“It doesn't sound like anything is broken,” said Cap coming up behind me, “the skins not broken, here, I’ve got some arnica, it will bring out the bruise. Do you want me to put it on for you?”

“I’ve got it DD.” Said Miguel, while reaching over my shoulder for the tube of cream.

The lads’ cat called, “of course Miguel’s going to look after his wife.”

Keeping my too hot head turned away from the others, Miguel helped me wash off, then wrapped me in my towel and we walked out. Firmly he sat me on a bench facing away from him. “Tell me if it hurts.”

I nodded and braced for the pain, not because I was worried it would hurt, but because I was worried I would like it too much.

His long masculine fingers gently rubbed a little cream round the edge of the wound, I winced and gripped the upright of the bench hooks above my head.

“You OK?” His fingers pausing, Miguel asked in a deep soft tone.

“Mmmm hmm, I’m fine keep going.” I almost begged, it was an exquisite pain, especially coming from Miguel.

I swear he rubbed a little harder and I let out a soft moan.

Not stopping rubbing, Miguel whispered in my ear, “you’re doing well, hang in there a little longer and you’ll feel good.”

I already feel good and that is the problem!

“OK.” I replied while trying to keep my breathing steady.

I was struggling to not moan and groan, I’ve never had this wonderfully a prolonged pain from a burly man, I wanted him to rub my bruise till I came hard.

The others started coming out of the shower and all too soon Miguel stopped rubbing my bruise. Standing up and covering me from the other’s view with his towel covered lower half, he said, “all sorted.”

I slumped forward over my painfully hard member; fuck I want him to do that to me on purpose! I want him to punish and torment me!

Somehow, I managed to dry and dress myself without anyone noticing I was stupidly aroused, and I rushed into the bathroom.

I have never done it before, but this was an emergency.

In under a minute, with my mind full of the remembered pain of Miguel’s touch, I shot my load into the porcelain; my self-respect flushing away with my mess.

Now with my lust under control, but ashamed of my lewd self, I went out to join the others.

I was too embarrassed to meet Miguel’s gaze for the few minutes it took us to cross to the pub and get seated. But then he sat next to me and let his hand brush my thigh like usual, and I knew he couldn’t know how depraved I was being.

The afternoon was wonderful, I can’t get enough of being with Miguel like this.

Sat opposite us, Lyla was more than happy to tell embarrassing stories of Miguel as a kid, and I happily held him down so he couldn’t stop her.

While I laughingly pinned Miguel to his seat by his shoulders, our eyes met and his dark glare held a pleasure I’ve never seen in a man’s eyes before.

My laughter faltered as he pulled me off balance and onto his lap. His strong arms held me to him, which really didn’t help him escape and stop his sister...? He had a huge grin on his face, till I groaned in pain from the pressure on my bruised back.

Instantly he released me and said, “sorry, you OK? Is your back that painful?”

“It’s fine, just a bit sore.” Sagging against his chest for a moment, I whispered, “you don’t have to apologise for playing rough with me.”

Leaning back up I saw Miguel open his mouth to say something, but at just that moment, Burt yelled, “hey is Stiffy giving Miguel a lap dance?”

Oh shit! How did I not realise I’m sitting on his lap?

I shifted to stand, but Miguel held me in place with his hands on my hips and said with a huge smile, “damn you Gertrud, I had almost persuaded him to give me a strip tease, and now you’ve embarrassed him.”

The room erupted in laughter, and I hid my head in my hands while sliding off his lap to my own seat.

When I looked up to apologise to Lyla for interrupting her, I saw she had a happy smile on her face as she looked between me and her brother.

I spent the rest of the afternoon and into evening glued to Miguel’s side, I even went to the bar with him every time he went for another drink. I just didn’t risk going to the loo at the same time, I was already having to use a cubicle because I was so hard from being next to him.

After saying farewell to Miguel, Lyla and the others I flopped out on my sofa at home.

As was becoming a lovely habit, a few minutes later my phone dinged and I saw a message.

Miguel: make sure you stretch out your shoulder and back, otherwise that injury will go stiff.

Jonathan: I might be lazy and just stretch out on my big bed.

Hmm was that too suggestive? Oh well it’s sent n...

Miguel: I can imagine you happily slacked out like a big cat.

Jonathan: meow!

Miguel: I would make you purr.

I shot up straight on the sofa with a groan of pain. Oh fuck! Is he flirting?!

My fingers trembled, what should I type back? Ahhhh!

How do you spell purring?

Jonathan: I could rub against your leg...

No, *delete*

Jonathan: how would you make me purr?

Too passive! *delete*

Jonathan: I would more than purr if you stroked me.

Agh too much! *delete*

Jonathan: I would happily purr for you any time.

*Send*...

Agh! What did I just send?!?!

Miguel:...

Shit he read it!

Miguel:...

Fuck I hate those stupid writing dots!

Miguel:...

Send something back! Anything! I’m dying here!

Miguel: if you’re a good kitty and stretch properly, I’ll pet you after training.

Yes! He is flirting with me!

I really want to see him and touch him and be held by him.

In a moment of recklessness, I set my phone to photo on a timer and took a picture of me stretching my arms behind my head.

Should I send it? Is it too much?

*Send*

Agh! What did I just do? I’m not sexy enough to send photos!

OK breathe... It’s alright... It’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked... Oh god he’s seen me naked!

Pacing round the living room I was freaking out, then my phone dinged, and I grabbed it off the coffee table.

Miguel: aw kitty stretches cutely.

Huh?

Cute?

Huh?

YES!!!

Oh crap! What do I reply now???

...

OK think... Confirm he thinks you’re cute, then throw yourself at him on Tuesday!

Jonathan: only you could think a big lug like me is cute.

Please please please agree... Oh shit, what if he isn’t a Dom?

Miguel: you are undeniably cute.

Yes!

Shit, does he want to treasure me? No, don’t freak out yet, it’s good that he is flirting. Plus the way he rubbed my wound, he knew what he was doing, right?

Jonathan: what if I am a naughty kitty?

Should I send?

I took a deep breath, *Send*

Miguel: I will have to punish you!

Yes! He didn’t even pause.

Jonathan: that would make me purr.

No! That is too much... Right?

My finger hovered above the send button.

It’s too honest.

...But I can’t lie to my potential Dom.

Deep breath, deep breath *send*

I threw my phone into the sofa cushions and stomped off to the kitchen.

Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I peeked round the door at the sofa. Fuck, why did I send that?

Honestly, because I want him to be my first and only Dom!

Slowly I crept back to the sofa, reaching out my shaking hand I picked up my phone.

Miguel: mmm I can’t wait to make you purr. I’m sorry to say I’ve got to go, sleep well kitty.

Jonathan: sweet dreams, Master

*delete*

Jonathan: sweet dreams

My beer got warm as I took myself in hand, while thinking of Miguel’s hard tackles, his large hands on my shoulders and hips, and his soft thumb caressing my nipple in front of our teammates.