go to the field

Mr. Brown awaits you at the edge of the field behind the building. He has changed out of his of suit and is wearing a cream zip-up jumper over black tracksuit bottoms and trainers.

His muscles are pronounced in the tight fitting top and the bulge of his cock is obvious through the thin material of the tracksuit.

"Alex, glad you got the message".

"What's going on?"

"Last month we were challenged by Gilbert & Son's, the other firm across town, to a friendly game of football".

"I thought you might enjoy the oppurtunity to watch me destroy them".

I want you to destroy me...

For fuck sake, get your mind out of the gutter for once Alex.

"I would love to see that Mr. Brown".

Behind him, you can see quite a lot of people have already gathered, even a few family members by the look of things.

"Shall we?"

You walk down to the pitch together and while you sit on the embankment overlooking the field, Mr. Brown walks down to the other players and starts warming up.

You can't make out what is said, but you can tell the other guys from your company are pleased to see him.

A short while later, one of the older guys who seems to have been given the role of referee flips a coin into the air and both teams line up on opposite sides of the pitch.

Mr. Brown unzips his jumper and flexes, you're sure it's for your benefit.

"God damn, he looks good" you say under your breath.

Once the game begins, you rapidly lose track of what's going on. Since you have never really followed football, anything other than the most basic rules are lost on you.

Not that it really matters, you are only interested in one thing, Mr. Brown.

He absolutely owns the pitch, whenever he has the ball, no-one can stop him.

Every pass he makes hits the target.

Every tackle decimates the opposing player.

He really is destroying them.

It's not long before your team are well in the lead.

At one point, the ball is thrown to Mr. Brown and he catches it expertly before steaming down the side of the pitch. One of the other team tries to tackle him, but Mr. Brown just lowers his shoulder and completely bowls him over.

He is left laying face down in the mud, ass in the air. You can't help but picture yourself the same way.

The things he could do to me in that position...

As Mr. Brown reaches the far end of the pitch unopposed, he slams the ball into the ground in celebration so hard it actually bursts.

Everyone seems to decide that this would be a good time to end the game anyway.

Mr. Brown saunters back over to you, a smug grin plastered across his face. You have never been more attracted to a person.

"Enjoy that girl?"

"Yes Mr. Brown"

"I knew you would, you can't wait for me to dominate you like that can you?"

The look on your face must say it all.

"I'm going to head in and shower, come and see me again at the end of the day".