Team Sub Ch. 10

Chapter 10 -- Rebirth

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Dan stood outside the door to the changing rooms, his gear bag hanging over his shoulder. He could hear the banter of his teammates inside as they chatted and joked with each other before training, catching up on each others' personal lives or thirsting over any gossip.  

The smell of sweat and deodorant permeated through the air, even at the other side of the door where Dan stood. Oddly, it was a welcoming sensation; the buzz of the chatter and the familiar odours welcomed him back.

He sucked in a deep breath and held it, bracing himself for what was to come once he walked back into the changing rooms. His feet had gotten him this far, just a few more steps, he told himself.  

Nudging himself on, he pushed open the door and into the loudness of the team changing room. He looked left and right as he passed his teammates who were undressing from their everyday clothes and into their rugby gear.  

Expecting stares or hushed whispers, he was surprised to find there was no big hubbub, no angry faces or pointing, just a few 'Hey's or 'How are you's. He was glad for the anticlimactic atmosphere in the room. People were getting on with their day. They were happy to see him, but it was just another day at training. Of course, everyone had their own lives to live. The universe didn't revolve around him, and a few weeks of his missing sessions probably went unnoticed for many of his teammates. That was what he'd hoped for so he could just slip back in like nothing had happened.

That was the case until he got down to the back to where his closer friends were. Pete, Martin and Felix practically jumped on him when they saw him strolling in. They cheered and jostled him as if he were their long lost prodigal son returning after being away for eons.  

'He's back!' Pete hugged Dan before he'd even had a chance to drop his gear bag and greet them.

'We missed you man,' Martin squeezed his arm.

'It's good to see you, Dan,' Felix patted him on the back.

'I missed ye all too,' Dan told them after the three guys had finished their cuddly onslaught on him, smiling from ear to ear. He felt as though it had been ages since he'd felt this elated, he was practically beaming at being back with his friends on familiar turf.  

He laughed and chatted with ease with them as they got dressed for their session.  

'I'll follow ye out,' he called after them as the rest of the team made their way out to the pitch.

He was pulling his knee-high socks on when he heard a familiar haunting voice.

'There he is,' Tyler peeked around a corner.  

Dan exhaled and looked away from his teammate.  

'We missed you - me and the lads. That night at Eric's, things got a bit out of hand, but we've been really horny lately and in need of a good bitch to serve us,' Tyler cooed, his voice slithery and slimy.  

That's what pushed Dan over the edge. He got to his feet and looked Tyler straight in the eyes, mere feet away from him. 'Listen. I have no interest in being with you guys ever again. I have no shame about who I am or what I like, but know this: I will never do anything with you or the other guys again over the way you treated me. I'll be cordial with you on the team, but outside the club don't ever speak to me again. Got it?' Dan stared at Tyler, letting the words hang in the air as his voice bounced off the tiled walls. He didn't break the silence or the stare, holding firm as his teammate took in his firm words.

Tyler was stunned, his eyes round like saucers. Finally he held his hands up and said, 'Sorry, man. Understood. I'll leave you be.' He walked away and exited the room.

Dan's heart was beating fast. He let out the breath he had been holding, hardly believing what he had done but proud of how he had cleared Tyler and stood up for himself. He knelt down, tied his runners and followed his teammates out to the training session.  

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Spring rolled into summer as the weeks flew by. The sun beamed down on the promenade by the sea. A light breeze blew over the waves and onshore to where children played in the shallow waters of the sea and on the sandy beach. People bought ice-cream from a van parked up by the top of the beach.  

Dan strolled up the promenade at a leisurely pace, passing by beach-goers in their shorts and tank tops. His sunglasses blocked the glare of the hot sun.  

There was a man at the ice-cream van holding out his arms to grab two ice-cream cones. They were each topped with strawberry sauce and a chocolate flake. Something about hot weather made them even more delectable-looking.  

The man turned around; it was Isaac.

Dan smiled. A warmth filled him as he gazed at the cute man who was awkwardly trying to keep the ice-creams in his hands from melting down his hands.  

Isaac ran over. 'Quick. Take yours,' he panicked, which only made Dan chuckle.  

'Don't laugh, just take yours,' Isaac insisted even more.  

'Ok,' Dan couldn't help but smile widely as he took his ice-cream. 'Thank you,' he said, unable to help staring at Isaac.  

'What?' Isaac asked as he licked some fallen ice-cream off his wrist.  

'Nothing. You're just cute. Especially when you're all ditsy,' Dan smiled.

'Ditsy?' Isaac rolled his eyes and feigned anger.

'Yes,' Dan admitted and gave Isaac a quick peck on the cheek.

'I'll have to remember you calling me ditsy. And just because we're dating now doesn't mean I'll go easy on you,' Isaac stuck his tongue out.  

Dan just smiled at the teasing.  

'Let's walk?' Isaac said.

'Sure,' Dan said as they both strolled, holding hands as they ate their melting ice-cream.

Dan looked out across the beach and towards the splashing waves as they crested the sand.  

'You seem lighter these days,' Isaac said. 'A lot more relaxed.'

'I am. I'm not angry or confused or depressed like I used to be,' Dan thought back to how he had been when he was fighting his own sexuality, to the early days of exploring and the downfalls he had had with his teammates. The tough weeks he had sealed himself off in his bedroom. They were dark days, and he was glad to have gotten out the other side - he'd survived, become a better person, more open to who he was, stronger.

'It's all down to you,' Dan added after putting his thoughts together.

Isaac shook his head. 'No, it's down to you. You got yourself through this. I was just there to help. I'm really proud of you,' Isaac smiled.

'Thanks... Sir,' Dan smiled, looking at his boyfriend, trying out the formal address. They had decided to take things slow in the Dom-sub element of their relationship. First came the romance, and then they would see how the kink aspect of their dynamic would evolve.  

Dan held his breath a beat, waiting for Isaac's reply.

'You're welcome... boy,' Isaac lightly tousled Dan's hair.  

A warm feeling fluttered inside Dan's stomach at his boyfriend's response. He sighed happily and squeezed Isaac's hand.

The pair continued their stroll hand-in-hand down the promenade as they enjoyed the rest of the afternoon sun; seagulls cawed overhead and children played in the sand.  

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Epilogue

'Go on, boy, get in there,' Isaac smiled, his cheeks rosy red as he blushed, lowering his head down onto the soft bed and arching his back so his bare smooth butt pointed up into the air.

'Mmmm. Yes, Sir,' Dan complied, standing naked behind Isaac, his muscular body glistening with sweat.

The room was hot with their heat; a dim neon blue light cast striking shadows across their bodies, caressing their curves and muscles; and chill R&B music played in the background.

Dan caressed the twink's smooth round bottom, grasping the meaty flesh in his grip. He gave the butt cheeks a few slaps, leaving red imprints of his hands on the skin.

Isaac yelped in response. 'Come on,' he commanded, tugging on a chain leash in his hand that was connected to a leather collar that curved around Dan's neck.   

Dan followed the pull of the leash like an obedient pup as his head was guided towards Isaac's hole. He spread the butt cheeks and within was a pink hole that winked at him, wet and begging for attention.  

'Uhh, Sir. Your hole looks delicious,' Dan drooled.  

'Make me moan,' Isaac ordered.  

Dan didn't hesitate to follow his Sir's orders, diving in and eating Isaac's hole. He buried his face inside the twink's butt cheeks, drawing his tongue up and down along the length of the hole. He groaned at the delicious meaty taste of the hole.

Isaac was soon whimpering in pleasure. 'Good, boy. Eat that hole,' he pulled again on the lash so Dan was dragged deeper into his butt.  

Dan flicked his tongue along the hole, vibrating the tender flesh and pushing it deep inside the hole, feeling the sphincter loosen up as Isaac relaxed into the pleasure. The humidity of the small space was overwhelming, but he didn't want to stop, only pulling out to take a breather and some fresh air.  

'Alright, I'm open enough now. Get your cock inside me, sub, and make me cum,' Isaac commanded Dan.  

'Yes, Sir,' Dan pulled his head out of Isaac's ass and grabbed his hard dick, stroking it a few times and slapping it off the twink's butt so it was ready for insertion. He dragged it along the hole a few times, teasing it before entering the wet hole. His own saliva had provided plenty of natural lube to line the loose entryway. It was silk-smooth as he pressed his cock inside, the sides of the hole caressing his long shaft.  

'Oh, good boy,' Isaac moaned in pleasure, feeling his sub's bone moving inside him. 'Keep going, fuck me.'

'Yes, Sir. You feel so good,' he whispered, moving his hips back and forth as he pushed in and out of Isaac.

'You're just a pole, right?'

'I'm just a pole, Sir.'

'Just an object I can use. My own personal fuck toy. A hands-free dildo machine,' Isaac told him.

'Uh, Sir,' Dan furrowed his brow, getting even more turned on by his Sir's words, enjoying the verbal play Isaac used.  

'I'm your sub, just a toy for your pleasure,' he got in on the action, egging himself on with his own words, making him fuck Isaac harder, thinking of his Sir's pleasure above his own. He drew deeper into his role as the submissive, seeing himself as a mere object under control and for the use of his owner. By giving himself fully to pleasing Isaac, he moved outside of himself and saw himself as an object from the outside-in, turning him on even more and pushing him closer and closer to the edge. But Isaac's pleasure was his only priority, so he fucked his hole harder and deeper, holding off from cumming as he teetered on th edge.

'Uhhh, I'm gonna cum,' Isaac yelled, spurting ropes of cum from his cock onto the bed.

Dan thrust a few more strokes and then came himself, pulling out of Isaac and cumming long streams of cum on the twink's butt, splashing it with bright streaks under the neon light of the room.

They fell on top of each other, hot and wet from their orgasms, breathing deeply from the intensity of the session.  

'Oh, well done, babe,' Isaac held the large muscle sub-boy in his arms and kissed him.

'Thanks, babe,' Dan kissed his Sir back and closed his eyes in contentment, feeling safe in his owner's arms and with the collar nestled comfortably around his neck.

THE END

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Thank you to everyone who followed the series, commented and liked. I hope it inspired you to explore your sub side (or dom side)! Extra chapters are available on my Patreon (on my profile page) as well as plenty of other hot stories. Talk soon, Henry x.