Training Kemper [Hard Hits 7] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Tatum Throne

  The sound of the locker room door opening had Kemp looking up. Shawn was heading inside with earbuds jammed into his ears and a backpack over his broad shoulder. He looked hot and ready. Kemper gave him a long look that went from his head to his feet and back up again. Shawn gave him a smile and nod as he pulled his earbuds out of his ears.

  “You came.”

  Kemp felt nervous energy spear through his body. It was the kind Kemp needed to work out of his system or he wouldn’t be sleeping for a second night. “Yeah, I’m here. How long are we going for today?”

  “At least an hour. Stretch out while I change.”

  Kemp headed out into the Training Center. He stretched out his arms and legs. He tried to do a squat and nearly landed on his ass. He caught himself before he ass-planted on the mat. Shawn came out and saw what happened, but didn’t rush to catch him. Shawn went to the sound system, picking out a workout track. They headed to the weights.

  “We’re going to start with some lifting. Go for the ten pound weights.”

  They started off easy with some upper-body strength training. Kemp positioned himself in front of the weights. He felt the protest of his muscles as he worked the barbells into his hands. Shawn stood off to the side.

  “Do a rep of twenty-five. Alternate arms,” Shawn said. “Good form. That’s it. You got this.”

  Kemp was suddenly distracted by Shawn’s hand smoothing down over his shoulder. Their eyes locked in the mirror. It felt so good to feel the touch of a man’s hands. He tried not to focus on the strong contours of Shawn’s forearm.

  “Do you feel the positive tension in your arm?”

  A shiver of need tore through Kemp’s body. It had been a really long time since he felt like he wanted someone else. “Yes. It feels good.”

  “You can feel the slow burn?” Shawn asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You’ll be getting stronger before you know it. Go until your muscle feels fatigued. That’s what you want.”

  Kemper’s arms already felt tired. Sweat dripped from his brow. He wasn’t winded but his arms were feeling the burn.

  “Twenty-five more.”

  The order cut through the fog of pain. The desire to impress Shawn sprung up from deep within Kemper’s body. Every order he gave, Kemper wanted to obey. Kemper set down the barbells and shook out his arms.

  “Good. We’re going to do squats now. Give me a hundred.”

  Shawn showed him the deep squat that he wanted Kemper to do. Kemp wasn’t sure if his left leg would balance. Shawn could see his hesitation.

  “I’ll spot you from behind,” Shawn said.

  Shawn got behind Kemper. He was so much taller than Kemper had ever noticed before. Shawn’s strong hands settled on Kemper’s waist.

  “Go slow for the first one,” Shawn said.

  Through the reflection of the mirror, Kemper saw that Shawn’s legs were spread wide as he squatted down. Kemp felt his ass brush against the inside of Shawn’s thighs as he went down.

  “Go as far as you can,” Shawn said. “I’ve got you.”

  Kemper came back up and a second later squatted back down. This time he went as far as he could before his leg started to give. Shawn’s hands lightened on his hips.

  “Hold this,” Shawn ordered.

  “This is where my balance starts to go.”

  “I can tell. You need to strengthen your thigh muscles. It will help your overall posture and gait.”

  The heat of Shawn’s body pressed in close to Kemper’s back and thighs. It was difficult not to think about Shawn driving his cock deep inside his ass while he held this position. A groan tore from the back of Kemper’s throat when his cock jerked to attention.

  “Hold it.”

  Kemper’s entire body started to shake. Shawn’s hands tightened down on his hips, encouraging him to hold it.

  “You’ve got this.”

  “I’m losing it.”

  Their eyes met in the mirror. “Stand up.”

  Kemper’s thighs screamed in protest as he shook them out.

  “On your back on the floor, knees up. You’re going to do good old-fashion sit-ups. Give me fifty.”

  Shawn’s hands smoothed down his prosthetic and his right leg, moving over his shoes. Kemp’s left leg didn’t want to move like his right. Frustrated, he worked his thighs wide as he did his set of sit-ups.

  “You have some nice equipment,” Shawn said.

  The corners of Kemp’s lips lifted. “It’s been a long time since anyone commented on my equipment.”

  Shawn chuckled, letting his gaze move up over Kemper’s legs and chest. “It’s all about the equipment you use when you’re working out.”

  “I’m starting to understand that.”

  By the time Kemp finished, his abdomen was screaming and felt tighter. It felt good to work out again. Sweat dripped down Kemper’s face. He used his shirtsleeve to wipe his brow. Shawn adjusted the weights on one of the machines.

  “Have a seat.”

  Kemper sat, spreading his thighs so that the machine would work his thighs. Shawn slid his hand up the inside of Kemp’s thigh. His touch was so unexpected that it had Kemper freezing.

  “How’s the leg feel?” Shawn asked.

  “Good.”

  “Are you going to tell me about this tattoo?”

  The edge of the dragon’s tail whipped around his thigh. The entire piece circled his leg. “I got it a few years ago.”

  “Too bad it’s hidden. I’d like to see it sometime.”

  “I’ll show you later.”

  Shawn’s hand tightened on his thigh. “Get to work, Kemper.”

  Kemper grinned as he obeyed. “What about you? Any tattoos?”

  “Just one.”

  “Going to tell me about it?” Kemp asked.

  “It’s a dragon, too. It kind of looks like this one, but mine is in black and gray. It’s on the outside of my thigh though,” Shawn said.

  Their eyes locked. A shiver of need vibrated through Kemper’s blood.

  “You shouldn’t look at me that way,” Shawn said.

  Heat moved up over Kemper’s cheeks. “You shouldn’t touch me.”

  Shawn spread his fingers over Kemper’s thigh. “You don’t want to go there with me.”

  “Maybe I do.”

  “The only thing you should be doing is your workout. Now, get back to work.”

  Whatever moment they shared was suddenly gone. Shawn was all business. Red highlights shone in his blond hair. Dark freckles spun their way up both of his arms. Kemp went to work crushing his thighs on the machine. All the while, Kemp kept his focus on Shawn’s legs.

  “Do a rep of fifty.”

  “Fuck,” Kemp growled.

  “Okay, another fifty after that.”

  Kemper felt as though Shawn was punishing him. Tonight, Kemp wanted to be punished for slacking off for so long. Kemp pinned Shawn with a hard stare. Shawn circled, coming in close from behind. The tips of his fingers slid down the sides of Kemper’s neck. Shawn gave his neck a light squeeze.

  “Didn’t I warn you about those looks?” Shawn asked.

  “Why are you so afraid of me?”

  Shawn came in close, brushing his lips over the nape of Kemp’s neck. Kemper closed his eyes as he felt Shawn’s lips press against his erogenous zone. Shawn’s kiss was the most erotic and seductive Kemper had ever experienced in his entire life. He couldn’t remember anyone ever kissing him on a part of his body other than his lips. Kemper’s cock kicked out, filling with painfully sweet heat.

  “I’m not afraid of you. I’m trying to decide how to punish you for being so disobedient,” Shawn said.

  Every muscle in Kemper’s body tensed as he felt the heat of Shawn’s breath and the tip of his hot, wet tongue lick out, tasting Kemper’s skin. A violent shiver tore through Kemper’s body. That sensual and seductive kiss had Kemper’s body melting into the workout equipment. His cock throbbed as his body whimpered for a release that wouldn’t be co
ming anytime soon.

  “Give me fifty more.”

  The heat of Shawn’s breath nearly made Kemper come.

  He finished his reps and was waiting for the next order that wasn’t coming. Heat spiraled through Kemp’s body, landing solidly in his prick. He felt his hard cock kicking up against his boxers, and he adjusted to hide his dick.

  Kemper decided to poke the bear. He knew it was wrong, but Shawn had already crossed the line. “I think I like the idea of you punishing me.”

  “Interesting.”

  Pre-cum leaked from Kemper’s tip as his cock flexed out. His cockhead pinched up between his boxer briefs and his skin. Kemp reached out, brushing his hand over his prick.

  “Shawn.”

  “You’re begging.”

  “Fuck. I know I am.”

  Shawn leaned down close to Kemper’s ear. “You’re not ready to be punished. Soon.” Shawn pulled his hand away from Kemper’s neck. “Your workout is over for today.”

  What the fuck? Kemper looked up at the clock shocked to see that they had gone for two hours instead of the hour that Shawn had promised.

  “Go shower.”

  The order was like a hit to Kemper’s ass. Kemper stood, grabbing his towel and wiping his face. He headed for the locker room. Kemp didn’t like his emotions being toyed with, even if it came in the form of physical motivation. These workouts were going to end before anything physical happened that could jeopardize their careers. Kemp was going to have a chat with Chief Anderson. He’d lose the weight and get back into shape on his own. He didn’t need a personal trainer. Kemp slammed open his locker, grabbing his duffle bag. He headed for the shower, yanking the curtain closed on the dressing area. Kemp flipped on the shower, testing the water as he tried to rein in his emotions. Kemp kicked off his shoes and stripped down to only his titanium leg. He sat down on the bench and worked his leg off.

  Kemp knew he was a fucking fall risk, as the nurse at the rehabilitation center said, but he was not about to ask for accommodations at work. There were handles just inside the shower. Kemp used them for balance as he stepped inside the shower.

  Hot water washed over Kemp’s body. He glanced down at his throbbing prick. It was bright red and ticking hard for release. Kemp bit his lip, licking his tongue out as though he could taste Shawn.

  “Kemp?”

  Shawn. Fuck. Why wouldn’t he just go away? He was like a fly constantly buzzing. Domineering. Kemp knew he’d take control in the bedroom. Something sexual zipped deep inside of Kemper. He had always wanted someone to take control of him in the bedroom, but had been too shy to ask a lover.

  “I don’t like being ignored.”

  Kemp could see his shadow through the curtain. Shawn wasn’t about to go away. Kemp was too twisted up to respond to him. Yes, he was hiding. The truth was, Kemp had always been shy when it came to his love life.

  “I know you’re in there.”

  Shawn had lowered his voice to a seductive whisper. What the hell did he want now? Hadn’t Kemp embarrassed himself enough? Kemper was so twisted up from Shawn’s kiss that he felt like his jizz was going to fly. By the time his spunk settled, he knew that nothing would be the same. Kemp heard the sound of the outer curtain move. He froze with his palms pressed to the tile.

  “What’s up?” Kemp asked.

  “Are you okay in there?”

  “I’m fine.”

  The shower curtain was gently moved aside. Kemp glanced over his shoulder to see Shawn’s trademark hard stare watching him closely. Shawn’s gaze went head to toe, drinking in the dragon tattoo on his leg. The spiky jaws were spread wide open, as though they were about to snap down on his balls.

  “I love that tattoo,” Shawn said.

  “Thanks.”

  Shawn leaned one of those broad shoulders on the tile as though he had all the time in the world.

  “Don’t you have someplace to be?” Kemp asked.

  “Not really. I kind of like hanging out here with you.”

  “I don’t need a babysitter.”

  “No, you don’t. You do just fine.”

  Hot water rained down on Kemper’s aching shoulders. His left hand covered his disobedient cock as he tried to keep his prick from Shawn’s eyes. Kemper’s dick throbbed beneath his palm. He really needed to cool the water down, but he didn’t want to risk reaching for the handle.

  “This isn’t safe for you,” Shawn said. “I’ll talk with the chief about this.”

  “You don’t need to do that. I can manage.”

  “Yes, I do. They need to update the showers. A few handle bars are not enough.”

  Kemp pivoted to prove he was steady on his feet. That was a mistake. The sudden movement caused him to lose his balance. Shawn reached out, catching him before his ass hit the floor. Kemp’s chest was pressed against Shawn’s. His cock was trapped along Shawn’s thigh. Their eyes locked. Shawn came into sharp focus as everything else faded away. Water dripped down Kemper’s face, splashing over his lips. Kemp licked out, catching a drop of water on his tongue.

  “Don’t look at me that way,” Shawn said.

  The rough sound of Shawn’s voice was like a brutal hit to Kemper’s ego. “Like what?”

  “Like you want me to kiss you.”

  The heat of Shawn’s body felt too good to deny. He liked being in Shawn’s arms. “Let go of me.”

  “I don’t think so. I let go of you and you’ll fall on your ass. I don’t want to be the one responsible for you getting hurt in here.”

  Shawn turned Kemper toward the far wall of the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind them. Water splashed down around them as Shawn held Kemper close. The corners of Shawn’s lips lifted as he leaned his lips down to kiss Kemper. Heat moved through Kemper’s body, causing his hands to tighten down into Shawn’s T-shirt. Kemp knew that he was unconsciously pulling Shawn closer. In every relationship that Kemper ever had, he always topped. He knew that with Shawn things would be very different.

  “Kiss me,” Kemper said.

  “Aw, fuck me. Your cock is so fucking hard.”

  Shawn’s hard lips pressed against Kemper’s in a strong, possessive move that left Kemper feeling off balance. Shawn flicked his tongue over Kemper’s lips, brushing it deeply into his mouth. Their tongues dueled as Shawn’s fought for dominance and control of the kiss. Kemper whimpered as he completely submitted to Shawn’s kiss with his entire body.

  A groan tore from the back of Kemper’s throat and the sound was swallowed by Shawn. Emotion poured through Kemper as Shawn threaded his fingers into his hair, tightening his fingers down roughly. Shawn used his chest to keep Kemper pinned to the tile. His right hand moved down over Kemper’s throbbing cock, giving it a few tugs. Shawn palmed his cock, using the pad of his thumb to rub over his cockhead as though he were flicking the tip of a lighter.

  Their kiss spun deeper. A shiver echoed through Kemp’s body. He melted into Shawn’s arms. He slid his hands up around Shawn’s broad shoulders, taking the tongue-lashing Shawn was giving him. Voices carried in the corridor near the showers. Shawn broke his lips away, dropping them to Kemper’s ear.

  “Calm the fuck down.”

  Shawn’s order was like a bucket of cold water splashing onto Kemper’s face. There was too much chance of getting caught.

  “I’m solid.”

  “You taste so sweet. Like the sweetest peach I’ve ever tasted.”

  Shawn’s hot breath fanned out over his ear. Kemper knew he needed to get control of his feelings, but it was too damn hard with Shawn so close to him. He was feeling all of it and it felt so right within his arms.

  “You’re getting wet,” Kemper said.

  “Yeah, I think I like getting wet with you.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes.”

  Shawn pressed his lips again to Kemper’s, taking a really long time to explore his mouth. Shawn slipped his leg between Kemper’s thighs, moving his hands down over Kemper’s ass. The tips of his fingers slid do
wn between Kemper’s ass cheeks, teasing ever so closely to his tingling rim. The room started to spin as the tips of Shawn’s fingers rubbed over his sensitive rim. Kemper arched his ass out for more, knowing all the while he shouldn’t go so far so fast. He did not know Shawn at all. It scared Kemper to know that he was falling so fast and hard for a man he met only twenty-four hours ago.

  Kemper felt completely off balance as Shawn broke his mouth away.

  “We need to talk before we take this further,” Shawn said.

  “I was thinking the same.”

  When Kemper kissed Shawn, he felt complete and whole on the inside and out. He didn’t think he would ever feel that way again. Shawn reached out and turned off the shower. He helped Kemper out of the shower, pulling the towel around his waist. No one had ever been so gentle with him in his entire life.

  “I’ll swing by your house later tonight.”

  It was a statement, an order Kemper had no choice but to obey. “I’ll see you later.”

  * * * *

  There were four bags of groceries sitting in the trunk of Shawn’s car. He was almost positive that Kemper hadn’t bothered to go to the store since he helped him clean up his house yesterday. It was dark by the time Shawn pulled up in front of Kemper’s house. The lights were on downstairs.

  They needed to talk about that kiss they shared in the shower. Shawn hadn’t planned on taking another sub on so soon. He’d just gotten out of a relationship two months ago. He usually liked at least six months between relationships. It took a lot out of Shawn emotionally and physically as a Dom. Once Shawn committed to a relationship, the duration always lasted two years. It seemed controlling, but Shawn always drew up a contract. He went over every detail before he took on his sub and then they both signed it. Shawn had a copy of his standard relationship contract in his pocket.

  Shawn shut off the car and stared at the house for a few moments. Taking on a sub he worked with was completely out of character for Shawn, but he sensed that Kemper needed him for more. Shawn had a weakness for men who needed him. The psychiatrist in his head totally went into shrink mode. If Shawn didn’t put a stop to it, he’d be flushed down memory lane so fast he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Being neglected as a child totally sucked. It spawned this need to dominate and have complete control of his personal life. He was in college when he started practicing the lifestyle. Once he had a taste of being a Dom, he couldn’t stop.