Footie RPS Drabble (679 words): A Lesson To Be Learned (José/Arjen - Ruud/Ronnie, NC-17)
A Lesson To Be Learned
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: José Mourinho/Arjen Robben - Ruud van Nistelrooy/Cristiano Ronaldo
Warnings: spanking, dubious consent
Author's Note: A two hour break + A still pissed off Drac = Punishment for the wingers!
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The paddle hit the bare skin of his buttocks and Arjen couldn’t help but flinch.
“Three!”
Gods, how could he have been so stupid to think José would let him get away with just a stern talk. Again the paddle connected with his bare flesh in a loud slap.
“Four!”
Arjen was fighting against the tears that were welling up in his eyes, not because he was in so much pain but because he was so angry with himself. It was his own entire damn fault and there really were no excuses for his own stupidity.
“Five!”
His legs tensed up and his thighs started to quiver.
“Six!”
He bit down on his lips so hard he could taste the coppery flavour of blood in his mouth.
“Seven!”
No, he would not get weak now, would not plead with José to stop. His fingers clawed at the wooden surface of the desk over which he was bending.
“Eight!”
Stupid, so damn stupid and he deserved to be punished.
“Nine!”
No, no that wasn’t possible. He wasn’t getting hard now, no, gods, please.
“Ten!”
Finally it was over. But as Arjen tried to straighten up he felt a hand on his back and was firmly pushed down onto the desk again.
Goosebumps rose all over his skin as he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered.
Oh god, no… he couldn’t be turned on by this and he certainly hadn’t hoped that this would happen. And he had definitely not just moaned as warm hands parted the cheeks of his arse.
And the burning pain as the hard cock of his coach pushed into him did not just make him writhe and trying to impale himself even further.
The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as José fucked him so hard that Arjen knew he would feel the sore till next week.
Arjen rubbed himself feverishly against the desk in a desperate attempt to gain some sort of relief from the tension building in his sac.
Another slap on his already burning flesh was all it took to trigger his orgasm and with a gasp he spilled his seed onto the polished wood of the desk underneath him.
Clenching around the cock that was still imbedded inside of him drew a grunt from his gaffer and a moment later he felt him pull out of him and spurt streaks of hot come onto his abused flesh.
This time Arjen was allowed to get up and with a blush he turned around facing José.
“Have you learned your lesson, Arjen?”
He nodded, “Yes, sir.”
“Good!”
And with that Arjen was allowed to leave.
Next time he would think twice before he jumped into the crowd after already being booked… or maybe he wouldn’t?
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In another part of England…
“We had enough of your foolish and stupid behaviour. It is time for you to learn a lesson. One you will remember!” Rio’s voice was harsh and held no sympathy for the young Portuguese who was tied to a dressing room stand.
“I will leave it up to you to fulfil the promise you gave us, Ruud.”
The Dutchman nodded and closed the door after Rio left.
Somehow Ruud had thought Cristiano would plead with him or yell, or show any sign of emotion as he pulled down the Portuguese’s shorts and spanked him so hard that the imprints of his left hand would be visible for a week.
But not a sound escaped Cristiano’s lips… not one.
Cristiano didn’t even glare at him as he loosened the ties of the rope after he had finished the punishment his teammates had told him to do.
The Portuguese just dressed and left in silence, his posture not showing any signs of the beating he just had received.
What Ruud didn’t see were the tears of anger and humiliation Cristiano shed in the safety of his car. Nor did he hear the vow the Portuguese made to himself. One day he would make all of them regret this.
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END
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: José Mourinho/Arjen Robben - Ruud van Nistelrooy/Cristiano Ronaldo
Warnings: spanking, dubious consent
Author's Note: A two hour break + A still pissed off Drac = Punishment for the wingers!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The paddle hit the bare skin of his buttocks and Arjen couldn’t help but flinch.
“Three!”
Gods, how could he have been so stupid to think José would let him get away with just a stern talk. Again the paddle connected with his bare flesh in a loud slap.
“Four!”
Arjen was fighting against the tears that were welling up in his eyes, not because he was in so much pain but because he was so angry with himself. It was his own entire damn fault and there really were no excuses for his own stupidity.
“Five!”
His legs tensed up and his thighs started to quiver.
“Six!”
He bit down on his lips so hard he could taste the coppery flavour of blood in his mouth.
“Seven!”
No, he would not get weak now, would not plead with José to stop. His fingers clawed at the wooden surface of the desk over which he was bending.
“Eight!”
Stupid, so damn stupid and he deserved to be punished.
“Nine!”
No, no that wasn’t possible. He wasn’t getting hard now, no, gods, please.
“Ten!”
Finally it was over. But as Arjen tried to straighten up he felt a hand on his back and was firmly pushed down onto the desk again.
Goosebumps rose all over his skin as he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered.
Oh god, no… he couldn’t be turned on by this and he certainly hadn’t hoped that this would happen. And he had definitely not just moaned as warm hands parted the cheeks of his arse.
And the burning pain as the hard cock of his coach pushed into him did not just make him writhe and trying to impale himself even further.
The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as José fucked him so hard that Arjen knew he would feel the sore till next week.
Arjen rubbed himself feverishly against the desk in a desperate attempt to gain some sort of relief from the tension building in his sac.
Another slap on his already burning flesh was all it took to trigger his orgasm and with a gasp he spilled his seed onto the polished wood of the desk underneath him.
Clenching around the cock that was still imbedded inside of him drew a grunt from his gaffer and a moment later he felt him pull out of him and spurt streaks of hot come onto his abused flesh.
This time Arjen was allowed to get up and with a blush he turned around facing José.
“Have you learned your lesson, Arjen?”
He nodded, “Yes, sir.”
“Good!”
And with that Arjen was allowed to leave.
Next time he would think twice before he jumped into the crowd after already being booked… or maybe he wouldn’t?
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
In another part of England…
“We had enough of your foolish and stupid behaviour. It is time for you to learn a lesson. One you will remember!” Rio’s voice was harsh and held no sympathy for the young Portuguese who was tied to a dressing room stand.
“I will leave it up to you to fulfil the promise you gave us, Ruud.”
The Dutchman nodded and closed the door after Rio left.
Somehow Ruud had thought Cristiano would plead with him or yell, or show any sign of emotion as he pulled down the Portuguese’s shorts and spanked him so hard that the imprints of his left hand would be visible for a week.
But not a sound escaped Cristiano’s lips… not one.
Cristiano didn’t even glare at him as he loosened the ties of the rope after he had finished the punishment his teammates had told him to do.
The Portuguese just dressed and left in silence, his posture not showing any signs of the beating he just had received.
What Ruud didn’t see were the tears of anger and humiliation Cristiano shed in the safety of his car. Nor did he hear the vow the Portuguese made to himself. One day he would make all of them regret this.
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END