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Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) Off-Season(3)
Off-Season Chapter 3: Sweat and Spit I can’t fucking believe this is my life now. My ass is still throbbing from this morning’s hate-fuck when we step onto the ice for afternoon practice. Every stride sends a dirty reminder through my body — Ryder’s thick cock stretching me open, flooding me, claiming me like he owns the hole he’s hated for years. I hate how much I crave it already. “Eyes up, Voss!” Coach barks. I refocus just in time to catch Ryder barreling toward me like a goddamn freight train. He throws a hard but legal check that still rattles my teeth and sends me crashing into the boards. When I shove him back, our helmets almost knock together. “Watch it, Riot,” I growl. Ryder’s eyes are dark behind his visor. “Make me, pretty boy.” The entire practice is foreplay mixed with violence. We push each other harder than anyone else on the ice. I snipe goals. He throws hits. Every collision feels like we’re seconds away from dropping gloves and fucking right there on the ic
Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) Off-Season(2)
Off-Season Chapter 2: One Bed, Two Enemies Morning light stabbed through the half-open curtains like a accusation. Julian woke up sore as fuck, ass throbbing with a deep, filthy ache. Ryder’s massive cock had wrecked him last night — nine thick inches of pure aggression that left him gaping and leaking cum onto the expensive hotel sheets. He could still feel the enforcer’s handprints bruised into his hips. Ryder was already awake, standing by the window in nothing but tight black boxer briefs that did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy bulge. His tattooed back flexed as he crossed his arms, staring out at the city like he wanted to punch it. Julian sat up slowly, wincing. “Enjoying the view, Riot? Or just admiring your handiwork?” Ryder turned, gray eyes dark and unreadable. His gaze dragged down Julian’s naked body — bite marks on his neck, red handprints on his ass, dried cum on his thighs. “Looks like I marked my territory pretty well. You gonna bitch about it or admit you
Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) Off-Season(1)
Off-Season Chapter 1: The Trade The locker room smelled like sweat, metal, and old rivalries. Ryder “Riot” Kane slammed his gear bag onto the bench with enough force to make the metal rattle. Six-foot-five, two-hundred-forty pounds of pure muscle and barely-contained violence, his arms and chest covered in dark ink that told stories of fights won and bones broken. At twenty-eight, he was one of the league’s most feared enforcers — the guy coaches called when they needed someone to bleed on the ice. And right now, he was pissed. “Voss,” he growled under his breath, reading the freshly printed roster taped to his new locker. Julian fucking Voss. Traded to the Seattle Kraken alongside him. The same pretty-boy star forward he’d been throwing punches with for three seasons straight. The door banged open. Julian Voss strode in like he owned the place — six-two, leaner but cut like a blade, sharp jaw, messy dark hair still damp from a shower, and eyes the color of winter ice. He carri
Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) Velvet Chains(10)
Chapter 10: The Ninety-First Day The morning of day ninety dawned clear and merciless. Kai stood naked at the floor-to-ceiling windows, black leather collar locked snug around his throat, watching the sun rise over the city that had once tried to eat him alive. His body was a testament to the last three months: fading bite marks on his shoulders, fingerprint bruises on his hips, and a constant, low ache deep in his ass from Damien’s endless need to fill him. Ninety days were up. The debt was cleared. The money had been returned weeks ago. Technically, Kai could walk out of this penthouse right now with a clean record, a fat offshore account, and his freedom. He didn’t want any of it. Behind him, he heard the heavy, familiar footsteps. Strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and Damien’s massive body pressed against him. The thick, heavy cock — already half-hard — nestled between Kai’s ass cheeks like it belonged there. “Last day,” Damien murmured against his neck, vo
Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) Velvet Chains(9)
Chapter 9: Eighty Days Left The penthouse felt different after Victor Kane bled out on the docks. quieter. Heavier. Like the walls themselves knew the war was over but the real battle was just beginning inside these glass walls. Kai woke up alone in the massive bed, body aching like he’d been hit by a truck. His hole throbbed with a deep, constant reminder — swollen, tender, still leaking Damien’s cum from the middle-of-the-night fuck when Damien had come back covered in blood and adrenaline. He reached back and hissed as his fingers brushed the puffy rim. No plug this morning. Just the messy evidence of how many times Damien had bred him in the last twenty-four hours. He rolled over and found a note on Damien’s pillow in sharp, masculine handwriting: Stay naked. Eat. Rest. I’ll be back by noon. Touch that cock and I’ll edge you until tomorrow. — D. Kai’s dick twitched hard at the casual dominance. He was completely gone for this man. He showered slowly, letting the hot water
Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) Velvet Chains(8)
Chapter 8: War and Worship The penthouse smelled like sex, gun oil, and black coffee. Kai sat cross-legged on the massive bed, wearing nothing but Damien’s oversized black shirt and the thick steel plug still lodged deep in his cum-filled ass. His fingers flew across two laptops and a tablet, screens glowing with schematics, bank routes, and live security feeds. Damien paced in front of him like a caged panther, shirtless, fresh stitches across his ribs, low-slung sweatpants doing nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock. “Victor’s regrouping in the old docks district,” Kai said, voice clipped and focused. “He’s got at least forty men left and two corrupt precinct captains on payroll. If we hit him tonight, we cut the head off before he can bite back.” Damien stopped pacing. His gray eyes dragged over Kai — messy hair, swollen lips, the way he shifted every few minutes because of the plug — with pure predatory hunger. “You’re not coming with me.” “Like hell I’m not.” Kai m
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