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Submissive Dom (Danny/Dominik/Kimmich)

Submissive Dom

Walking on Kimmich's head was not part of the plan, of any plan he believed was a good idea to put in place during the game to try to make his team win. Dominik deserved the red card that remained hidden in that game, he waited firmly for him to end his dismal performance, but it never came, and instead he was replaced by Bas. Maybe worse than a card. Dom couldn't remember if he had left to apologize at the end of the match, he didn't remember much anyway, everything was blurry in his mind, as if a thick mist was preventing any reminiscence from reaching his brain. No sudden realization came to him. So he still didn't know if his mouth had let out an apology or if he had been silent while waiting for the return trip to Frankfurt, his eyes riveted on the giant screen of the Allianz Arena, 2-1, goodbye semi-final. The feeling of injustice stinging the team, he had to step away from the locker room to figure out what had gone wrong with him tonight, even though he knew well that nothing had worked.

Now the pain is even greater. Hinti may have swung the Spaniard against the advertising posters, but he brought the small midfield to the blood. He therefore imagines that the punishment must be even harsher. Dom rolls his eyes with much difficulty, his cheek on the ground, his probably badly bruised nose blowing in his own blood, his lip must be open from the tingling. He's been beaten up in such an inglorious way that his head has already forgotten everything, or rather it's black out, black screen, see you next time for the news. All he knows is that he's been lying on the cold tiles in one of the locker rooms for several minutes, maybe an hour or more. He was beaten up but he deserved it, he told himself so that the pain seemed less unfair, more legitimate. Dominik is an idiot, but the penis he feels in his hole doesn't make him feel better. He shouldn't have stepped on him, he knows, but mixing the action of the pitches with... that's not a good idea. Especially for him.

Kimmich makes him pay for his deed, in a way that he doesn't make him want to try it again. How could he even do it again? Dom feels like crying as he barely manages to keep a steady breath, his insides opening for the other midfielder. He barely closes his eyes before he has to reopen them with the pain piercing his body deeper inside him.

"Pretty arrogant of you to call yourself Dom when you're just a weak Sub."

One last kick to his ribs, semen between his thighs, it's not his, the blood covering his clothes is. Dominik doesn't have the strength to get up, he waits for someone to find him, no matter who. He just wants help. He made a mistake and paid dearly for it when a red card would have been enough... He raises his head slightly when a hand goes through his hair, he must be a shame for the club, but he has no more strength, no more motivation to save his honor. Danny's atypical smile only makes him spill his tears a little more, he has failed so much...

The End