Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2022 08:00:00 +0000
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: Thudding Ford

Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence
that this actually happened, but we can all dream.

Stay healthy and practice safe sex!

Happy reading.

Scrum Down - Thudding Ford

Luke Cowan-Dickie gripped George Ford's shirt, eyes fixed on the fly half's
menacingly while Owen Farrell, Anthony Watson and Joe Marler held them
apart. "Chill out Luke, for fuck sake." Owen spat. Luke's eyes bore into
George's while their teammates forced their way between them. Finally, with
the encouragement of three men pushing them apart, Luke loosened his grip
on George's shirt and stormed off to the locker room. "What the fuck was
that about?" Owen scowled. "Just a misunderstanding that got out of hand."
George shrugged. "Well of course it's just a misunderstanding, go and fix
it." Owen barked. George looked around for support but the judgemental
glares from Joe and Anthony told him that no support wasn't forthcoming.

A feeling of dread came over George as he trudged back to the locker
room. Was Luke in the mood to listen to reason or would the big forward
just see red and knock his lights out. The Oldham-born fly-half stepped
into the locker room to see Luke sat on a bench muttering to the ground
furiously. George's presence at the doorway caught Luke's attention and the
6'2" southerner was instantly on his feet with his fists in balls.

"You're fucking begging for it aren't you." Luke growled as he approached
George. "Wait, wait, wait. Hear me out, I'm here to make peace." George
explained hurriedly, keen to avoid a brutal beating. Luke's expression
immediately began to soften, he was listening. George made his apology
short and to the point. "I'm sorry, I was out of line." Luke watched
George's expression for signs of sarcasm, but they were clean. A long deep
cleansing breath and the forward stood down. "Let's get back out there."
Luke mumbled, offering a reconciling hand which George shook gratefully.

Following the training session Luke was quick to get showered and ready. An
apologetic George quickly grabbed his back and hurried after the big
forward. "Mate, I'm sorry again about earlier." George's voice sounded even
more genuine this time. "I know mate, but you made me feel about this
small." Luke explained holding his finger and thumb up in front of George
less than an inch apart. "Yeah, I see that now. Look, how about we do
something tonight and you can get back at me, make yourself feel a little
better?" George thought out loud. "Oh, what did you have in mind?" Luke
eyed him warily. "I'm not sure yet, but something that gives you the chance
to make me look a little silly." George beamed. Luke pondered for a moment,
"Ok, you're on." The Southerner conceded. "Alright, your room whenever
you're ready." George confirmed.

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George took a deep breath before he knocked at the door and waited. The
door swung open and Luke beamed back at him wearing a long cotton
robe. "Come in." George stepped inside semi-nervous but semi-intrigued. The
room was dimly lit, Luke using the smaller lamps to light the room which he
had covered with hand towels to reduce the light.

The door closed and Luke moved over to George. "Ready?" He muttered. George
nodded, "Go for it." He replied. The words had barely left his lips when
Luke grabbed hold of a handful of his hair from behind and arched his head
upwards. "Good luck." Luke grinned before closing his lips around George's
and sucking firmly. Luke felt George's body go limp and relax back into him
as the forward began to control his slender-by-comparison frame. As their
lips moved together, Luke manoeuvred the Northerner towards the bed guiding
George towards the inevitable pounding he was about to receive. The forward
placed his left arm around George's waist guiding him forward shuffling
their feet as they kissed. With a soft bump they stopped at the edge of the
bed and continued the forced tonsils tennis before Luke pulled away and
forcefully shoved George forward. The fly-half interpreted Luke's actions
as a signal to bend over, so falling with his palms flat on the bed George
presented his pert arse.

Luke beamed at the view in front of him and placed his palms on each of the
Lancastrian's meaty globes squeezing them forcefully. George's arse
remained firm, the muscles resisting Luke's intent to manipulate
them. Sliding his palms up to George's waistband then round to his front,
Luke unbuttoned George's jeans before pulling it down slowly to reveal the
Northerner's tight white boxers. Luke slid George's jeans as far down to
his knees as they would go before resting his palms on the fly half's pert
globes once more, massaging them firmly.

Luke reached into his jockstrap and took out a long piece of silk fabric,
folding it in half width to width and reaching forward the prop placed the
soft fabric around George's eyes gently and tied it into a bow. The dim
room suddenly turned completely dark to George and with the loss of sight,
suddenly his senses of sound, smell and touch heightened to
compensate. Luke lifted George's left leg to slide his jeans all the way
off, then did the same to his right leg. Next, his fingers returned to the
waistband of George's tight boxers and curled underneath them. George
braced himself, his heart rate increasing as the fabric slowly slipped over
his smooth skin revealing to Luke the Lancastrian's perfect arse. The prop
massaged George's pert arse once more then returned to press his lower half
into the gap, the cotton of his jockstrap fitting perfectly between
George's pale cheeks.

Luke began to bump his lower half into George, being sure to push the
little fly-half forward each time he landed against his bottom. George gave
little resistance to the weight being pressed into him; the submissive
position he was in gave the Northerner pleasure causing his cock to
throb. Luke's cock had also started to increase in mass as his eyes
devoured the sight of George's pert, pale cheeks. Malevolently eyeing
George's ring, Luke savoured the image of George's rear end for his memory
bank before finally he lowered his face for a closer inspection.

The sensation of a moist tongue meeting the base of his hole and sliding
up, along his skin brought a long deliberate exhale from George. Without
the ability to see, George felt everything, and it felt so good. Luke's
wide tongue easily covered both sides of George's ring and a centimetre of
the inside of his ring. The fly-half's ears were just as sensitive and as
Luke pushed his face deeper into George's delicious arse, the sounds of
gulping and slurping increased in volume.

With Luke's tongue forcing its way between his walls George felt encouraged
to relax. Gently pushing his ring out, the fly-half allowed Luke to advance
further still inside him, extracting yet more of his wonderful flavour. To
press his tongue home, Luke squeezed tightly on George's cheeks, pulling
the pale cheeks into his face. Luke gave a satisfied grunt as he sucked
George's sweet insides, "I'm gonna murder your hole." Luke told George
through a mouthful of the fly-half's arse. George hadn't understood a word
of it but he assumed it would involve something about him getting fucked,
[hard] George prayed to himself. Luke's cheek bones pressed hard against
George's firm arse cheeks. The prop swirled his tongue within George's pink
entrance, slickening every inch of skin he could, ready for his cock. The
Oldham born fly half relaxed his ring, allowing Luke's tongue to wriggle
its way further inside and loosen his ring a little more.

There was an audible groan from both men as Luke's tongue left George's
ring and the big forward stood up. Liberated from his sense of sight,
George was about to lose his ability to escape. Without a word of protest,
he remained patiently on all fours as Luke tied ropes around his wrists,
just tight enough that George couldn't get free, but not tight enough to
stop the blood flow. Luke admired the view below him, the slender fly
half's pale, muscular body looked firm and ready to be fucked. Luke climbed
on to the bed between George's thick, hairy thighs and lined his hard cock
up with the Northerner's pink hole. Luke dribbled all over his bellend and
used his fist to smear his mucus around his shiny head. George closed his
eyes and took a deep breath.

The 17 stone (110kg) top piled all of his weight behind his rock-hard
7.5-inch cock as his head heaved against George's tight hole. Luke
continued to apply more and more pressure until the fly half's ring buckled
under the pressure. Strained groans and whimpers came from George's nose as
Luke penetrated him. The thick meat entering George's hole burned and
without the ability to divert his attention or bite down on his hand, the
bottom squealed into the mattress. Luke's strokes increased in length and
depth as his head dug further into George's firm body. The groans ascended
from George's nose as Luke advanced, pressing his fat cock into the
bottom's narrow chute.

The fly-half fought the urge to struggle free from the beefy top, grunting
and groaning through his nose to exhale as much pain as he could. The saint
in Luke could hear George's groans and played to the Northern lad's
tune. Sliding his body weight back and forth, Luke used his cock to punish
George but without the malice he had felt earlier, now it was all about
bringing pleasure through extracting the right amount of pain. The top's
thick, raw cock forced its way between George's tight walls, opening him up
wider each time Luke's weight slid forward. The feeling of George's tight
insides, sliding around his throbbing meat made Luke shudder.

After a few minutes of rocking back and forth gently within George's tight
arse and allowing the bottom to loosen, Luke began to increase the pace a
touch. "Oooh." George exhaled. Luke went to slow down as George groaned a
long, "Yeahhh." To follow on. "You like that?" Luke asked, proudly. "Yeah,
fuck my naughty ass." George begged. Obliging through actions not words,
Luke focused his gaze on the fly-half's firm buttocks and ensured he pumped
the bottom with the entire length of his shaft, sliding back at least 5.5
inches with every swing before plunging balls deep into the sexy
Northerner.

With the increasing speed and power came more pressure against George's
lower half. The weight of Luke fucking down into George's arse pushed the
bottom towards the mattress. George made no effort to prevent Luke pinning
down his lower half and as his knees spread wider, his hard 7-inch cock
rested against the smooth white sheets and above him, all of Luke's 110kg
piled the top's 7.5-inch cock into George's willing hole. "Ahhh yeah."

Luke changed his approach by forcing himself into George with long, deep
strokes. With his weight above George's back, Luke couldn't see the
penetration happening but remembering how George's hole looked as he first
began to breach the bottom's ring gave Luke some idea. The thought of
George's milky arse stretching apart to allow him full access spurred Luke
on. The bass in each thud grew deeper the longer as Luke's dominant assault
on George's ring continued. Luke beamed down on the tight little fly-half
as he fucked George's muscular body. The top juddered, watching his
foreskin slide back as it penetrated George's bottom made the feeling of
their raw connection feel even better.

The animal in Luke grew louder, demanding more for George's tight cunt. The
big forward couldn't help himself, sliding back the entire length of his
shaft until it popped free of Geroge's hole then carefully aiming for the
widening gap in George's cheeks, Luke dropped every ounce of his 17 stone
frame into the bottom's firm buns. George's heightened senses were dealing
with an explosion of feelings which he could only release as another
muffled yelp into the canvas as the top filled opened him up
ruthlessly. The bottom's hands grabbed at fresh air, begging to squeeze
hard on something in order to release some of the pressure being pounded
inside him, but no use, he could only squeal again as Luke evilly fucked
him.

"How's your dick?" Luke teased as he threw his frame into George's tight
body. "Pretty...hard." George gasped between thrusts. Luke grinned at the
back of George's head. It had only just dawned on him that the sexy bottom
might be enjoying it but in his prone state, there was nothing he could
do. "Want some help?" Luke asked cheekily. "Uh-huh." The bottom replied,
with a whimper.

The forward's frame slammed into George's arse, pinning the hilt against
the Northerner's pink entrance. Luke took hold of George by his waist and
shuffled forward. The top took George with him, raising the fly half's
lower body as he did so, but keeping George's face pinned to the mattress
and his arms outstretched. Placing his hand on the back of George's head,
Luke pounded the bottom hard. George could feel his solid 7-inch cock
swinging freely in response to Luke's attention. The weight of the forward
ploughing into his tight hole sent the blood rushing to his head causing
the blood to swell behind his hidden eyes. Ricocheting off his solid abs,
the tight little Northerner felt his balls bubbling below him. The raw
feeling of thick, hard cock sliding into his warm cavity sent tingles
through every muscle of George's body.

Luke's breathing increased in depth and volume as he took full advantage of
George's body position. The top placed more weight on George's head and
threw his hips into the slender bottom. Animal sounds of bare crotch
slapping against bare arse were heightened by Luke's size and power versus
George's lean, muscular buns. Those perfect round cushions took every blow
and from the lack of protest coming from the fly half, Luke had permission
to continue. While his right-hand pressed George's head to the mattress his
left hand located George's throbbing cock and began to stroke it in time
with his thrusts.

After several minutes of pounding hard into George's firm cheeks, Luke
could feel his nuts screaming at him, it was time to unload! The top pulled
back with one long pull and with a pop, Luke's cock popped free. The
forward's cock stood hard and ready, pulsing with decreasing regularity as
he gave himself a moment to recompose himself. Sucking in a long breath,
Luke looked down at George's slender, pale body again. The Southerner
appreciated George's lean body and those hard muscles, relaxed but ready
for action and covered in a light dew of his sweat. Luke turned 180°
shaking the bed with every movement.

George felt his hole tighten after Luke's cock he left his hole. The
bottom's breathing eased, sucking in air to sooth the pleasurable pain
consuming his body. George's relief was short lived however, he couldn't
see what Luke was doing, he could only feel the bed shaking. Two firm palms
took hold of George's globes and spread them wide again. Luke's tongue ran
along the bottom's crack to taste the flavour of his cock in George's arse
then replaced his tongue with the shaft of his cock. George's body tingled
once more with excitement as he worked out where Luke was heading, he'd
never tried this before.

Luke slid his 7.5-inch cock back and forth several times through George's
ridge watching the fly half's buns pull at his foreskin. The top took hold
of his tip and dipped it into George's hole then applying his body weight,
Luke re-entered George's body. "Uh, yeahhh." George groaned, feeling Luke's
cock penetrating him once more. The little fly half loved the experience of
his damaged ring re-expanding to allow Prop's cock to pass through it
impaling his muscular body once more.

Luke took a moment to settle himself then once he was sure he was firmly
set, the big forward began to bounce up and down piling his cock hard and
deep, using the muscular bottom as a cushion to the progress of his heavy
frame. Luke held George's ankles as he speared down into the sexy bottom
making sure to use the entire length of his shaft to pleasure them
both. The bottom scrunched his feet to the tune of Luke's shots,
encouraging the big top to continue his toe-curling work. George's curling
toes were exactly the performance review Luke wanted to see. The forward
glided effortlessly and efficiently, driving his cock deep into George's
toned body forcing the bottom's 7-inch cock to swell invitingly. George's
groaning became higher pitched with each thrust as the new angle of entry
changed everything about sex for the restrained bottom. The fly half wanted
nothing more than to tip himself over the edge right now as his solid cock
begged for relief, swelling after every thrust of the big forward.

"You're gonna make me cum." George announced desperately. These were the
words Luke needed to hear, his swollen head pulsed with excitement hearing
the bottom was close to his climax bringing Luke just as close from
above. Spurred on by the desire to make George moan, Luke threw his body
hard into the Northerner's arse, satisfying the pair of them with every
thrust. The decision on how he would shoot had remained undecided in the
forward's mind but as he heard George suck in those last few breaths, he
knew what he wanted to do. The big man ploughed down into George
mercilessly, fucking the air out the lean but muscular bottom. Luke's cock
filled George's hole with that special feeling causing the fly-half to
groan as his balls began to empty.

George could feel every nerve in his body tingling with anticipation as his
emotions hit their peak and that feeling of Luke's bare cock sliding down
past his prostate sent them into the final overdrive. "Yeah, I'm cumming."
George announced somewhat apologetically from behind the pounding
top. There was a groan of discomfort as Luke dragged his cock from George's
hole leaving the bottom with a void of emptiness, a feeling which lasted
less than a second as his solid boner began to convulse and judder.

Luke spun on his knees and quickly reached for George's restraints,
unhooking the one on the bottom's left hand and spinning George onto his
back. Holding his cock in his right hand, Luke focused on the sight of the
fly-half's cock which had begun to spurt without any added
stimulation. George used his free hand to slide his blindfold up, slipping
over his forehead and falling away so that he had a clear view of the beefy
forward. Luke's eyes quickly devoured George's entire body in one, watching
the muscles in his hard cock spasm as they began to irrigate his torso with
his velvet seed, up to those muscular abs which were tense and ready for
action, quickly to his beautiful face which had become strained with veins
visible from the rising pressure within him then back down to his cock
which squirted rope after rope of jizz across his waiting body.

Watching George's orgasm live was exactly what Luke needed to tip him over
the edge, egged on by the knowledge he'd caused the bottom's ongoing
climax. The forward tugged at his foreskin, using the image of George's
convulsing boner to bring him to his climax and shuffling forward so that
his tip was just a few inches from the fly-half's face, Luke gave a deep
grunt before his raging head erupted. George could only lay there and take
it. The rush of emotion shooting from his own balls errantly across his
sweaty body and now the deliberate shooting of cum directly into his
face. The fly half closed his eyes just in time, shielding a wave hot jizz
from splashing into his eyes as Luke moaned and groaned beside him, bearing
his cock furiously. George wanted to remain a good boy but the feeling of
Luke's warm cum squirting across his face only made the bottom cum harder,
firing another load of his creamy seed across his sticky, tense abs.

The pair shared alternate ejaculations, seemingly inducing another shot
from the man opposite as the pair of them hummed and groaned with
satisfaction. Luke had the best view watching his own deep white cum
collect in thick drops across George's stubbly chin while the fly half's
jizz squirted across his tight abs in long, thin, translucent
streaks. Luke's eyes returned to George's cock watching the Northerner's
meat hardening to shower his body with another coat of shiny cum. The
forward pulled another load from his shaft spraying it across George's
strong features. The fly half sighed in response, his free-hanging cock
forced the last of his load from his pipe, convulsing a few more times,
empty and satisfied. George panted empty but didn't dare look as another
rope of cum splattered into his cheek.

Noticing George was empty, Luke diverted his attention from the fly half's
chest and back to his cum covered face. The big forward grunted as his fist
squeezed the final drops of cum from his shaft. Luke's thick arm slid along
his hard shaft to drain it of all its contents, sending the final droplets
across George's neck and he was done.

Luke scanned George's restrained body and grinned, "Looking good." He
sniggered at the look of relief on George's slutty, cum stained face. The
fly half returned a weak smile, continuing to breathe deeply after this
climax. Luke looked down at George who looked back at him, imploring the
top to free him. The forward ignored George for a bit, first taking the
time to recompose himself, drinking in air to restore a healthy blood
flow. Inhaling more oxygen, Luke scanned his own frame, studying the
muscular density and also the amount of perspiration his body had sweat
between his hairs.

Finally, Luke reached for the ropes binding the Northerner's hand to the
bed. George groaned gently with his hand's newfound freedom. "You learned
your lesson?" Luke grinned. "Uh huh." George nodded. "Hmm, that's a shame."
Luke shrugged, "Oh, I mean no, I'll need to do some revision soon." George
giggled. "Revision? Do you have issues with a schoolteacher?" Luke smirked,
raising his eyebrow. "No no, I just thought that's what you wanted to
hear." George explained.

Luke flashed George a wink then reached for a towel. The forward mopped
George up sweetly, starting with his gentle face and that strong jaw before
moving down to those hard pecs and abs. "Thank you." George murmured as
Luke finished cleaning him up and dropped the towel aside. "Are we good?"
George asked. "I don't even remember what we were arguing about. "George
beamed. "I'm glad mate. Can't wait for training tomorrow." The fly half
beamed. "Yeah, it'll be like nothing happened at all, right." Luke winked,
a smile which George returned happily.

END

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