PUCK & PUNISHMENT
Fully BL.
Asher swears he's straight.
Torren insists he came for revenge.
But every locker room stare between them turns violent with want, and every heated argument stays in mind longer.
Revenge has never been this wet, neither has Hate ever been this hard.
On this ice... There are no safe words and, They broke the wrong twin.
Torren steals his twin brother's identity to take revenge on the VENOMS but a single Collison on the ice reveal blazing desire.
The Venoms are the four untouchable heirs that rule Michigan High School, they shattered Remington Vladimir Gallagher's legs on the ice, leaving him bound to a wheelchair.
But now, his identical twin, Torren, is back for vengeance after spending seven months in military training.
With six weeks of ice practice, and one stolen identity.
Torren stalks them with a ghost mask
at night and
By day, he torments them on ice. Starting with Asher, their captain.
But heat sparks when Torren crashes into Remington on ice, with their bodies pressing together and Asher's hard cock pressing against him, something changes
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Chapter: Brother's clinicI wake up mid-stroke, my right hand gripping my cock so tight my knuckles turned white. I’m gasping, fighting a losing battle against the intense, raw orgasm crashing through me... easily the wildest of my life.Considering the last two orgasms were also the best of my life, it shouldn't surprise me that I’m drowning in thoughts of the two men who gave them to me. The two men I just dreamt of together."Are you with me?" I blink, focusing on my brother's sharp voice, dragging me back from the dream-scape to the cold reality of his clinic.This is exactly why I’m here. I need answers. I need to purge these thoughts on loop in my head before they destroy me."So, what’s wrong with me?""There’s nothing wrong with you, Asher," he says, leaning back in his creaking chair, casually lighting a cigarette."And I'm supposed to believe that? You claim to be a doctor, but you're chain-smoking in your own examination room.""I also have my left arm completely covered in tattoos, in case you miss
Last Updated: 2026-05-27
Chapter: DesiresMy lips. Is Right.on. Remington lips! If I thought my stomach was fluttering before, now it has wings and it's spreading wide while my heart race even faster“Ash!” Elliott’s voice ring from the barrier, faded.Our eyes remain locked. If I move just a bit, I'll kiss himJust from this ghost.... GHOSTFACE THRUSTING IN ME..NO ghostface Asher. I breathe in and the air circulate between us.Just from that tiny kiss, I tasted soda and heat from him, and it's doing many things in me. I can't help but imagine what he'll taste like if our lips touch.His hand move between our chests and he fist my jersey, moving his.... head!"Don't " I warn. He raise his eyes up"Don't kis..."Fuck me! Remington's cock harden beneath me as his mouth touch mine. He kisses me, ignoring my warning.Same with my dick which jiggles violently against my hockey pant. Straining to come out. To have direct skin contact of Remington hard one that's poking me. My hips move and my tongue slip into his mouth."Ash.."
Last Updated: 2026-05-15
Chapter: Private lessonASHER POV The Venom private rink at this hour belongs to me unquestionably-. No audience. No expectation. Just the cold and the overhead lights, the sound of my own edges, and the particular clarity that comes when the rest of the world is still asleep. I’ve been here forty minutes when the doors open. He’s not late. Exactly on time, which somehow reads as a refusal to be punctual on my terms and just arriving at the exact minute that meets the requirement and no more. He comes in looking unhurried in his practice gear, helmet under one arm, and steps onto the ice without ceremony. “You’re late,” I say. “I’m not,” he says. I look at my watch. "You said don’t be late. I’m not late.” He snaps his helmet on. "What are we doing, Captain?” Captain. I guess he doesn't call me '01' again. I kinda liked it. I fire a puck into the empty net. Get on the ice and find out.” He skates out to center. I watch him warm up. I watch the way he reads the surface, making small adjustmen
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
Chapter: TRUTHASHER POVElliott is in my room when I get back. His hand is in his pocket, the other twirling around a mini toy puck, leaning against the door, staring at me—which is his definition of pacing."You look disastrous.""But I still look better than you," I reply, and he leans away from the door. Dipping both hands and the toy puck into his pocket, he takes a measured step to me... then to the President Obama picture that sits on my dresser by my bed."You remember when your brother came out gay." Go, Elliott. The bastard already figured me out, or something, and he won't stop."Don't remind me," I grind out, resting my back on my bed as I stare at the ceiling."Sometimes I think that's life's way of telling your mom 'fuck you,'" he says, the bed dipping to show he is sitting right by my side."How so?""If there is any misandrist that I know of, then it's your mom." I chuckle, folding both hands beneath my head."And life decided to give her two sons," I say, a floating weight settling
Last Updated: 2026-05-13
Chapter: Fuck meASHER POV“What’s going on with you, Asher?”“What did I say is going on with me, Elliott?.”“You’ve been raging non-stop. Losing awareness of your surroundings. This is the second punching bag you’ve gone through because you split the last one open.”I throw a right hook into the center of the bag. The chain rattles against the ceiling mount.“I’m working out. In case that wasn’t obvious enough.”“You’re zoning out,” he says. “There’s a difference.”“Some of us think when we train, Elliott.”“Right.” He steps back.My hands stop mid-swing.Every hair on my body rises. My throat closes up. My pulse goes from controlled to something I refuse to name and my length does what it’s been doing all morning at the worst possible intervals.I turn around.Remington standing at the entrance to the indoor practice rink in his gear, helmet under his arm, looking exactly like he always looks — unhurried, impossible, taking up the right amount of space in every room he enters.“Hi,” he says.Two l
Last Updated: 2026-05-10
Chapter: 21 Private hockeyASHER POV The cold air of the private Venom rink is the only thing keeping the fever in my blood from boiling over. I glide across the surface, the hollow ring of my skates echoing off the ICE RINK rafters. I pull my phone from my glove and send the DM. ASHER:Private wing. Now. Don't be late, scholarship. I toss the phone onto the bench and pick up my stick. My mind is a jagged mess of glass and static. I can still feel the ghost of the cuffs biting into my wrists from last night, the humiliating weight of his cock , and the way the "Ghost" moved over me. I came so hard I thought my heart would stop—an explosive, shameful betrayal of my own body. I’m being hunted in my own bedroom, threatened with a camera clip, and I can’t tell a soul. Not my mother. Certainly not Elliott. To admit I was taken like that is to admit I am no longer the King. Not when I have proof I like it. My dick jerks again and rag fill me "Betrayer" I murmur "I did nothing wrong" avoice sound And The h
Last Updated: 2026-05-07
Chapter: Nice her"You did?" he seethe, his grip wrapping around my waist"Who is he?""I didn't! I don't even know who she's talking about," I stammer, glaring at my sister."He even wrote a three-page love letter to you, Sis" Zara adds oil to the fire, pausing by the stairs."Quite a vibrant young love life you had, Anor," Banks hiss into my neck. I have absolutely no idea what neighbor Zara is talking about. Someone else must have lived that childhood, because it certainly wasn't me."And how old are you that you know so much about sneaking out, Zara?" I counter, trying to deflect the lethal gaze burning into the side of my face."You had better not be sneaking out of the house to see any boys," I add."I sneaked out the second I left the single-digit age, sis," she shrugs. Single digits?"When she turned ten years old," Banks supply automatically. I whip my head to look at her."You sneaked out of the house at ten years old?!"
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
Chapter: Zara is hereELEANOR POV"Wow. You're almost ready to launch, Miss," Vandiver compliments, making my heart swell further. I've no idea if it was the absolute certainty in Banks's words from three days ago or if I had simply tapped into a new reservoir of discipline, but I had been operating on pure, joyful adrenaline. I looked at the rows of perfume blends ready to be stabilized and bottled, feeling a fierce spike of pride."Thank you, Vandiver. One more week and they'll be available for use," I smile, looking down at the image of Banks on my phone. I can't wait to show him what I'd built."Well do—""BIG SIIIIIIIIS!" my sister's voice shriek from the corridor, cutting into my words. No way. I had to be hallucinating. Her flight isn't scheduled until next week."Biiiiiig!" The double doors burst open, and a chaotic rhapsody of a bright red skirt and a turquoise top come sprinting straight into the lab."Zara?" I stand up from my stool, stepping forward just as she launch herself at me."Siiiis!"
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
Chapter: What if I get abused?Realization dawns on me, and my head whips toward her. Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she lifts her legs, resting her bare feet directly over my thighs. With a loud inhale and the thin remnants of my restraint, I force my eyes back onto the road."That's a sex club, Anor. A BDSM and kink club," I state, my grip tightening on the wheel. She lowers her toes, pressing them lightly against my crotch,my breathe hitch. I reach down, holding her feet still."A perfect place with a stage in the center for you to punish and fuck me," she purrs, wiggling her feet out of my hold and pressing them down against my rapidly hardening length. "How big is the main stage, my sweet baby wolf?" I shudder violently at the imagery, a low groan escaping me as her toes press firmly against my cock. Damn it."Eleanor," her name comes out broken, my knuckles turning stark white from the pressure against the steering wheel."Anor. Baby. Firecracker. Those are my names, my dearest baby wolf," she correct
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
Chapter: Big Baby WolfI call Carlton "I'm coming to work." "Oh Great Mr Banks! I'll talk to t.." "I don't care Carlton, but understand whatsoever you've planned for me better be worth Eleanor chasing me away from her side""Sure, Mr Ba.." I hang up on him and call Vandiver. "Mr Banks""I left.""Okay. Will be with her in ten minutes""Take your time. She'll be at her house. Bring her back before nightfall ""Definitely, Mr Banks " I look at my wristwatch and wait. I pick up my phone and put on the apartment footages. She is still in my room changing. As if on cue, she calls"Missing me already?" "I need help with my perfumes tools, Banks""They're new apparatus. Your old stuffs are still in your apartment" "Oh. I thought you moved them""I bought new ones so they won't break during transit""Quite a foresight. No wonder you're rich," she smiles, and I watch her nod as she steps outside into the hallway. God, she is breathtaking. She is wearing a pure white, floor-length dress that ruffles beautifully
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
Chapter: F* 99times"Banks, be serious!"“Also,” I add quickly, trying to regain control of the conversation before he can completely derail me, "in just two weeks, you have taken me roughly ninety-nine times, and I genuinely cannot survive the hundredth. My body is staging a protest." A loud, deeply amused, breathless laugh escapes his chest. "Ninety-nine? That’s statistically impossible, Anor.""Exactly! For normal human beings, it's impossible because they have jobs. But you? Every hour, every day, every second. Even right now, your dick is literally poking against my center." He looks down, a stupid smile spreading across his face as he shifts his weight, deliberately settling his length right against my heat. I clench involuntarily. 'God, I need saving from this man.' I don't."I love being inside you," he growls against my neck, his breath searing hot as his hips nudge forward. I find myself grinding back against him on pure instinct, pressing my chest into his vest."That's right, baby," he groan
Last Updated: 2026-06-24
Chapter: Live with meHe really prepared lunch? My stomach flutter as I take measured steps to him. I peek over his shoulder at the counter"Sushi?" He nods. "Beautifully prepared, high-end sushi made for my best gift." I squint my eyes at how cheesy and corny he sounds. He chuckles, feeding me one. "Never knew you can cook""Happens when you grew up with Anorexic mom" I look back up into his handsome face. "How is she?" He turns back and pick another sushi to me. "Not yet dead""Is she..." "We'll talk about her another time, you need to eat" I sigh and my shoulders slump. Will it kill him to talk? But I don't push it. He doesn't talk about his dad as well. "What's wrong, firecracker?" I step into his space and wrap my arms tightly around his waist. What's wrong is that you need to tell me about your family, instead I go with.. "My shampoo." He smiles"My clothes. Banks, what did you do?" Without a word, his large hands grip my ass, effortlessly lifting me and walking us onto the high chair facing
Last Updated: 2026-06-24
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