My body is a cage, that keeps me from dancing with the one i love

Niall’s POV

In the locker-room, I am pissed off as hell. My passion is football and off course, physical contact is needed. I will be the last person to say not to have some warfare on the field. But making it into a real fight, that is just too much! When my mates all sit down, I stands up. Everybody looks at me. I take off my shirt, wrap it up and throws it on the ground.

“F*cking cheeky Nancy’s! We had such a strong match and those f*ckers had to get fists into it.” The anger in my eyes is pretty common. My mates have seen it before.
“How is the eye, Harry?” I ask to Harry with the same anger in his eyes. Harry just smiles and replies like he always does: “Rooting for a scar one day. Chicks dig that!” Everybody burst into laughs. Even my angry face breaks into a big smile. Softly I hit my fist on Harry’s shoulder. “Let’s hit the showers boys. Let’s have some fun at the pub!” Everybody agrees with that. I get back on the bench, looking down. What a match this has been. The adrenaline is all that keeps me strong. Now it still does, but I also think that I’ll go shaking when I’m alone and thinking about it. It was quite intense.

A couple of mates are quick into the showers. Like I always do, I’m checking out a few of them. I will not show that I look, cause everybody thinks I’m 100% straight. Thow for a few months I have it all clear in my mind. I am totally more into guys than girls. All my mates are slim and that is exactly my type. Thow it are my mates.. I cannot imagine to have a relation with them. But I fancy a few of them pretty much. But I can’t let them see that. I am not yet open with his new found sexuality. Only to one of my best friends, Liam, I have told about it.
I just chats up with Harry about today. Harry is one of the guys I really like to watch. Harry is also one of the guys who is quick in the showers.

Just as always I’m the last one to hit the showers. I am glad I can keep my boner somewhat suppress for the other lads to see. I’m nearly done when my last team member leaves the locker-room. “See you in a few, captain.” He shouts towards the showers. I shout the same, except for the captain part. I get out of the shower and dry myself. Quick get into my boxer to get into a hurry. I want to hike up to get into the fun afternoon in the pub. Only at that moment the door of the locker-room slams open. I shoot up out of a small shock. My yes grow big in some sort of panic, when I see who enters the room. It are the 5 guys that were waiting in the hallway earlier after the match. All still wearing their jock shirts. Waiting with the shower, till I’m the last one left. I know exactly who they are. Their captain; Darryl Johansson. The one I punched in the face. “Well well Horan, seems you overheated the match to quick today.” Darryl says to me in a pretty intimidated way. I hold his ground, still in small panic, but I stay persistent and say: “You were the first one to explode, as usual.” Darryl starts laughing and his mates do the same. “Seems this time you are outnumbered Horan. Time to kick your ass this time.” I still keep my cool and answer: “Like usual you cannot bring it to a fair fight.” Darryl laughs harder and says: “You know I hate losing. If I can cheat, I will.” He then walks towards me and his mates flank in the locker-room, while the last one locks the door. I keep his hands up to keep them at bay and then they close into me. The first one the come close I push away, from the side one grabs my arm, instantly I slam my fist up that guys face. My back is now to the other guys and that is when they take their chance. Two of them take my arms and hold them stretched so I can’t move them. Darryl kicks me at the back of my knees, so I fall on my knees. I fight and struggle, but I can’t get lose to use my arms. The two guys holding me are gripping my arms more up my back, so I can’t move at all without that it hurts. Darryl gets in front of me and hits his fist hard in his own hand to impress me. Darryl smiles when he sees the panic in my eyes. “You are scared, Horan. I like that.” I want to shout to leave me alone, but Darryl slams his fist on my cheek. The boys holding me let go, so I fall on my side. They grab me back up and let me stand up. This time Darryl slams twice hard on my stomach. They pain is huge, but I keep that inside. All I am wearing is my boxer, so the frame of the fists come red on my white body. “HOLD HIM UP!” Darryl shouts. The two boys hold me up again and Darryl gives another but this time way more powerful punch on my stomach. After the hit, they let me go and I fall on my knees. Darryl gives the nod to his mates to leave the room. They leave and when the door is shut, Darryl grabs me at my hair. I hold with one hand at his pain on my stomach, but the other on Darryl’s arm, shouting: “Let me go! You are such a weak fuck!” Darryl ignores it and keeps dragging me by my hair. At the showers he lets me go and quick kicks his foot in my stomach. I clinched into one piece. Darryl gets onto his knees close to me. This time he gently puts his hand on my cheek. I’m filled with misunderstanding. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! Darryl gets closer and starts to whisper: “Sorry about that, Horan. Just need you to understand that I am bigger then you. Keep your eyes op boy. You will never know when I will strike again.” He then quick hits another fist into my stomach. This time I can’t hold myself and shout out all my pain. By that I get from one side, on my back to the other side. My back now towards the kneeled Darryl. Darryl who now has a glare in his eyes, looking at my wet boxer, of the water still in the shower part. With a firm hit, he slaps his whole hand on that ass. Again I shout some pain out of it and I turn back on my back. Then he get kneeled over my body, his ass sits just upon my upper legs. My eyes are filled with fear looking at my attacker. Is he trying to rape me or something?!

Darryl’s POV

The Horan dude is so fucking annoying. I hate him so much. I am glad we waited for him and punished him. I just nod at my lads to leave the room. As soon as they are out of the door, I will finish the punishment. I grab the blond brat at his hair and drag him to the showers. He fights it a bit, but the punches I launched on his body pay their price. He is not strong enough to resist. He does shout to me, but I am so pissed that I cannot hear him scream. I drag him to the shower and then kick him hard in his stomach. He will have quite the pain tomorrow. As he deserves. He is all clinched into one piece, when I get on my knees towards him. I can see his face change like a traffic cone. From fear to misunderstanding and back and forth. Just like I want him to be. Freaked out. I start whispering to him, when I place my hand softly on his cheek: “Sorry about that, Horan. Just need you to understand that I am bigger then you. Keep your eyes op boy. You will never know when I will strike again.” The fear in his eyes comes back, but I smash another punch into his stomach. The bitch shouts out his pain this time. It had to be sooner or later. He kept the pain inside way to long. The boy changes sides and just now I realize to see him only wearing a pretty sexy white boxer. Because he lays in the shower, the boxer became all wet. I could see the beautiful curves of his ass in his boxer. I cannot argue in my mind that I am some sort of obsessed with it. I want to… I want to touch it. In the other side of my head I am thinking: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!, but the other side gets the best of me and with my full hand I smack his ass. Damn that felt good. I crawl over him, sitting just upon his upper legs. I am really enjoying this power. Niall tries to defend once more and pulls his arms up to push me away. With my bigger hands than his, I grab both his wrists with one hand. I am starting to enjoy this way, this new level of threating him a lot. Let’s plan this out. A scared Horan is way more fun than a beat-up Horan. I have a hunting glare in my eyes and with my tongue I wetting my lips. With my other hand I slowly touch his body. Then gently I let my hand go hovering his boxer, all wet, so his d!ck is pretty visual. Gently for just a few seconds I massage his balls. His fear changed into pleasure for just a few seconds. That was the moment I decided to start my plan from now on. With the touchy hand I smack him Godfather style on his cheek. “See you later my sexy slave.” I say flirting. I just stand up and leave the room.

Niall’s POV

I do not understand, why is he touching my body. He is touching my d!ck and massaging my balls. I cannot help it. Darryl has the looks and the body of my type. Why is he so much evil. I don’t want to enjoy his touch, but the way he moves my balls is just incredible. He slaps me on my cheek and tells me: “See you later my sexy slave.” He then leaves the room. Sexy Slave?! WTF is going on here?!
I feel like crap and I feel used. How the hell did all this just happen?

Notes

Added POV's... This time it is getting right into the wicked way of the story!