Rugby is for bulls. Coach needs to give his big boys something to do to keep them busy between naps, meals, lifts and ruts. Where jocks are more cut and refined, bulls are fully ruggered. Having them attack each other on the field in brutal plays is the perfect thing. Imagine, one 300lb titan crashing up against another. Hot shit. And football’s not enough. Too much armor, not enough skin-to-skin contact.
Bulls are aggressive with each other by nature. One bull is another’s natural competitor, his only competitor. If the food and hole is plenty, the bulls are chill. But as soon as the spectre of competition over a piece of food or a piece of pussy raises its head, the bulls get testy. They sometimes come to blows, beating the shit out of each other for reasons they’re too dumb to understand.
Coach will allow this to a certain degree. Bulls are the highest-T men in the world and Coach means to keep it that way. He’s happy to let nature take its course. But bulls are assets – cash cows he rents out to couples looking for an ultra-alpha to give them an alpha son. He can’t afford them getting seriously hurt. So better to give them a pitch to vent all their aggression in a controlled way with rules and limits; to let them get ruggered. Plus, he gets to dress them in rugger shorts and enjoy the masculine thrill of softcore porn masquerading as a sport.
The jocks look on with lolling tongues and tingling loins whenever they watch their bull brothers play. The jocks will never reach the masculine grandeur of the bulls, but it’s good to have idols.
Read the first Jocked novel here!