It’s Six Nations weekend — tensions high, shirts on, and pride on the line. He’s wearing his tight Scotland jersey, cocky and full of attitude… until he drops to his knees in front of me, staring up at the thick, veiny English cock he’s about to worship.

I’m in my England shirt, arms folded, smirking as this rough Scottish tradie trades national pride for servitude. He starts slow — tongue out, licking the length, kissing the base like it’s the holy grail. My cock rests heavy across his face, and he doesn’t flinch. He loves it.

You can see the struggle in his eyes — proud Scot, now totally obsessed with servicing his English rival. I tease him, shove his face deeper into my crotch, make him moan into my shaft. He’s in full submission, and I own him.

He sucks like he’s starving. The way his Scotland shirt clings to his thick chest, the way he gags just a little, the way he looks up at me for approval — it’s patriotic humiliation turned pure sex. I call him my little Caledonian cockslut and he lives for it.

This is more than oral — it’s worship. A total surrender of pride and power, right at the feet of an English Alpha.

If you’re into rivalry, domination, sport-themed kink, and watching a mouthy Scottish sub get put in his place by a muscle bull in an England shirt — this scene is filthy rugby fantasy brought to life.