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PUCK & PUNISHMENT Brother's clinic
I 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
PUCK & PUNISHMENT Desires
My 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.."
PUCK & PUNISHMENT Private lesson
ASHER 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
PUCK & PUNISHMENT TRUTH
ASHER 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
PUCK & PUNISHMENT Fuck me
ASHER 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
PUCK & PUNISHMENT 21 Private hockey
ASHER 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
PUCK & PUNISHMENT Right wing
"That's Bullocks coach! "Vlad tear out, voice curled in his accent, loud and thick - a clear proof of his rage."You'll curb that language on my ice, Orlovista, or you’ll be watching the Championship from the stands" Coach sneer back, moving towards Vlad with his Two hundred and fifty pounds of fo
PUCK & PUNISHMENT 11
“I told you it was fucking him.” Vladimir’s neck veins surface. Two steps forward and his voice thickens into his accent and the red patch gets even more visible. He looks fucking hilarious. "What the fuck is funny? " He questions, voice thick and livid in his accent that is a little hard to get
PUCK & PUNISHMENT 10- ASSEMBLY
TORREN POV I’m caught. Standing in plain sight on the screen. With my ghost mask and black clothing of course. The shot is taken from the corridor camera angle I thought I’d handled. Clearly hadn’t handled well enough. Not that last night’s search wasn’t already an indication. Apparently destroyi
PUCK & PUNISHMENT 9
ASHER POVWe search through four more rooms but my mind remain locked on him. The way he was staring at my dick, his exposed chest and the teasing way water dripped down his body.Focus Asher. That's not the main point.I bring out my phone and text Wells- A ghostface was at the arena."Can we get
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