Then Zach pulled him to his feet and the plug felt even bigger. His legs shook as the sensations set him off balance. His cock throbbed. His ass ached.
And they weren’t done with him yet.
At a gesture from Zach, Becky sat up, carefully unbuttoning her shirt, then her skirt and removing both, along with her bra. She moved to the edge of the bed.
Zach pressed Scott forward, onto his knees at the edge of the bed. “The plug will make it difficult for you to move. Let Becky enjoy you and then I’ll let you come.”
“Fuck.” Scott sucked in air through his teeth as Zach eased him onto his back. The pressure from the plug made it almost impossible to hold still. His arms pinned under him made him feel even more trapped. And when Becky straddled him, he was pretty sure he was going to lose his mind. “I can’t do anything.”
“That’s the point.” Zach smoothed Scott’s sweat-soaked hair away from his face. “How’s your ass?”
“Full.”
Shaking his head and laughing, Zach stroked his hair again. “I meant the lashes. You haven’t complained about them once.”
Scott had completely forgotten about them. There was a dull ache where his ass was pressed against the mattress, but even that disappeared as Becky guided his dick into her hot cunt. Eyes shut, surrounded by pressure and heat and pleasure, he couldn’t remember why he’d been so eager for this to end.
“It’s good.” He tipped his head back, gasping in air as Becky glided up, then down. “So fucking good.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Zach turned to Becky, claiming her lips as she moved faster over Scott, her thighs working as she rode his dick harder. A sharp sound escaped her lips as Zach brought his fingers down to her clit, teasing her as her body undulated and her pace faltered. “Don’t stop, little doe. His dick is all nice and red and wet. I want to taste him when you’re done. Lick every bit of you off him.”
If Scott hadn’t been wearing the cock ring, he would’ve come at Zach’s words alone. Becky did, crying out, her pussy gripping him tight as she leaned down, kissing him breathlessly, shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.
She whispered with her lips over Scott’s. “We have to play like this more often.”
“Mmm, not sure how much more of this I can take, but I’ve never seen you come this fast.” Scott grinned as she kissed him again. “I might consider it if Zach doesn’t torture me for too long.”
Zach let out a soft chuckle, helping Becky slide off him. “I make no promises.”
Before Scott could reply, Zach wrapped his hand around Scott’s dick, just above the cock ring, and slid his lips over Scott, moving his mouth in time with his steady strokes. Scott’s vision blurred as the pleasure peaked, staying there, on edge, with no relief. His whole body trembled and sweat beaded at his temples as he desperately tried to move with Zach. To fight off the restraining grip of the cock ring.
“Fuck, Zach…please. Please let me come.” He groaned as Zach moved his hand and took him deep into his throat. “Fuck, I’m begging you. Sir, Master, what the fuck do you want me to call you? Ugh!”
Without warning, Zach rose up and pulled out the plug. Moving between Scott’s thighs, he lifted Scott’s hips, then pressed his dick into Scott, slowly at first, then slamming in hard.
Despite the plug, Scott’s ass was tight around Zach’s length and he shuddered as Zach aimed for his prostate, hitting it at the perfect angle. Tiny shocks spread over Scott’s skin, traveling from the base of his spine, tingling over his nipples, everywhere at once.
Zach reached between them and undid the cock ring.
Erotic sensations burst out like a dam had been blasted by row upon row of dynamite, each bundle going off, one after another. Hot cum covered Scott’s stomach, more than ever before and he wasn’t sure it would stop even as Zach thrust in one last time.
When Zach pulled out, another spill of cum joined the rest and Scott groaned as the last of his energy left with it.
Before the world had become solid again, Becky was there, gently cleaning him with a warm washcloth. His skin was so sensitive, he almost asked her not to touch him, but the understanding in her eyes had him enduring it until she was done. He’d helped Zach keep her on edge for much longer and she never complained when they took care of her after.
He definitely had a different perspective of what they did to her now though. Holy fuck, he was lucky she didn’t want to strangle him in his sleep.
Only, torture aside, his whole body felt such a deep satisfaction he wasn’t sure he’d have the energy to strangle anyone.
Or move.
Or speak.
Maybe that was why Zach was still alive. He made sure Becky was too worn out to kill him.
After cleaning himself, Zach came to the bed, relaxing at Scott’s side while Becky stretched out at the other. He chuckled when Scott turned to lay on his stomach, then sat up to inspect the cane marks again.
“Between this and Sloan’s punishment, I have a feeling you’ll behave yourself for a while.” Zach winked at Becky. “Our work here is done.”
Letting out a happy sigh, Scott shrugged. “I don’t know about that. I get in trouble and both my man and my woman decide to fuck my brains out?” He let his eyes drift shut. “I’m sure Luke’s got some good ideas. I’ll have to give him a call when I can move again.”
Zach stared at him.
And Becky burst out laughing.
Whatever happened, they both loved him. Fuck ups and all.
Joking aside, he wasn’t sure he could take another scene like this anytime soon. He’d behave himself.
At least until he recovered.
Chapter 8
Sweat poured down Dave’s back as he quickened his pace, catching sight of Scott in the distance. It had been two weeks since the punishment and they hadn’t so much as exchanged a word. Which usually wouldn’t be a big deal, they never really hung out.
But Dave needed to see where the man’s head was at before the season started.
Fine, the pranks were over and things were supposed to be cool between them, but Dave wasn’t waiting until they hit the ice to find out.
Glancing over his shoulder as Dave approached, Scott scowled. “If you say ‘On your left’, I’m going to punch you.”
Dave frowned, slowing to keep pace with the other man. “Why would I say that?”
“Please tell me you’ve seen Captain America.”
“No, I don’t watch much TV.” Heat rose up the back of Dave’s neck as he considered the one time that had changed. The idea of ‘Netflix and Chill’ took on a whole new meaning with Heath. Aside from making out a few times, he’d had plenty of time to catch up on a few movies.
Just not that one.
“You’re intense, kid. Makes you a great player, when you’re not losing your temper.” Scott sped up a bit. “Ever think of toning it down a notch?”
“Nope.” Dave lengthened his strides, fighting not to laugh as Scott did the same. Somehow, this had turned into a competition. “Your cardio sucks. You can’t keep up with me.”
“Watch me.” Scott sprinted ahead, forcing a laugh as Dave easily caught up. “And you don’t have to be an asshole about it. Why do you think I’m running now?”
The man was already breathing hard, but he hadn’t slowed. Which Dave respected. Fine, Dave ran every day, during the season and the offseason, but he wasn’t raising a kid. If he was, he probably couldn’t spend hours at the gym every day, keeping in top form.
“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it. You’re in great shape for your age.”
Scott stopped running and glared at him. “My age?”
Fuck, that came out wrong. “I just mean I’m impressed. I hope I’m still going strong twenty years from now.”
“Dude, I’m not even ten years older than you. You can fuck off now.”
“That’s not what I… I’m giving you a compliment.” Dave pulled off his knapsack and grabbed the two bottles of water he’d brou
ght, holding out one. “I suck at it, okay? Peace?”
Nodding slowly, Scott took the water bottle. “Fine. So long as you stop calling me old.”
“Understood.” Dave gulped down the water, then poured the other half over his head. “If it helps, you’re pretty cool for a guy who’s married and has a kid.”
Brow raised, Scott sighed. “Doesn’t help.”
“I tried.”
Scott grunted. “Did you not get a lot of compliments as a little boy? You must say nice shit to Heath for him to like you so much.”
“Don’t fucking go there.” Dave crushed the empty bottle in his hand. “Look, I came here to make sure we’re good. Maybe we’re not, but—”
“All right, rewind. I was talking about you guys being friends.” Scott motioned him over as another pair of runners went by. “I had my suspicions, but it’s none of my business.”
Damn it, Dave had probably just confirmed those ‘suspicions’ with his reaction. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Fuck, you can’t say anything. It’s not…it’s nothing.” He sighed. “Which probably sounds like bullshit with the way I’m acting, but…I heard you talking about me to Carter and Vanek. Then talking about Heath. I was fucking pissed.”
“Shit, is that why you filmed us?”
“No, actually it’s why I decided not to follow through with the prank.” Dave shoved the crushed water bottle into his bag. “I figured if we got you back, you’d respect us. But after I heard what you thought of me, I knew it wouldn’t matter.”
Nodding slowly, Scott pressed his eyes shut and tipped his head back. “What a fucking mess.”
“Yeah.” Dave shrugged. There wasn’t anything else to say. “I should go.”
Before he could turn, Scott put a hand on his shoulder. “No. I need to apologize. I was pissed because I thought all those pranks were you guys. Having those cameras around my house, scaring my daughter, that was too much.”
“That wasn’t us.”
“I know that now. But between your attitude in the locker room and everything that went down, I guess I had this idea of who you were. I was wrong.” Scott squeezed Dave’s shoulder. “You’re actually pretty decent. You taking the punishment for all three of you, the way you look out for Richards and Ladd… You’ve earned my respect, Rookie.”
Dave’s lips curved slightly. “Enough for you to stop calling me ‘rookie’?”
“If you stop acting like such a hothead on the ice?” Scott grinned. “We’ll see.”
“Fair enough.” Dave had hoped he and Scott could at least be civil, but he really liked the guy, away from the team politics and all the bullshit. There was still some time before the season started. Maybe he could offer something that would have them acting like actual teammates. “Your cardio is still shit—,” he held up his hand when Scott’s expression hardened, “—but I could help you with that. If you want. I usually run not far from here, but Coach told me you’ve been taking this route and I figured I’d swing by.”
Scott inclined his head. “Trying to keep up with your cocky ass would definitely keep me motivated. You’ve got a deal.”
“Cool.” Dave jerked his chin toward the path by the bay. “You ready to get another mile in?”
“And this is where you try to kill me.” Scott inhaled roughly, then nodded. “Let’s do this.”
They ran in silence for a while, Dave going slower than he usually would because he could tell Scott was already having a rough time. But the man didn’t complain. He kept pushing himself, his jaw hard with determination.
Near the end of the run, as they returned to Scott’s neighborhood, Dave playfully bumped into Scott’s side before he headed off.
“On your left!”
Laughing so hard he stopped running to bend over, Scott lifted his hand to wave Dave on. Then he called out. “I’m glad you’re on our team, Rookie!”
Shaking his head, not even bothered by the nickname anymore, Dave gave the other man a sharp salute. “Finally feels like I am.”
THE END
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The Dartmouth Cobras
Blind Pass
Butterfly Style
Game Misconduct
Defensive Zone
Breakaway
Offside
Delayed Penalty
Iron Cross
Goal Line
Line Brawl
Also
Deadly Captive
Collateral Damage
The End
Celestial Pets: Evil’s Embrace
Solid Education
Street Smarts
Forbidden Steps
Rosemary Entwined
The Trip
Untamed (Feral Bonds)
Winter’s Wrath Series
Backlash
Diminished
Inversion
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