No Place I'd Rather Be...

It was finally the eve of October 8. The NHL season was about to kick off for the Blackhawks. Their opponent was the Dallas Stars. But they still needed to kill time and it just so happened that Jonathan and Patrick were hanging out once more together at the Captain’s house.

He had been so nervous and jumpy all day. It wasn’t like him, but for once it was refreshing to see him smiling a lot. He had been grinning at the last practice the whole time and he chuckled around Patrick. He knew that the blond man was bewildered about his sudden non-seriousness and light-hearted attitude, but the brunette man had a surprise in store for his best friend.

He couldn’t wait to see Patrick’s face, when he told him about the special present he had. He’d been planning this for a while and finally the winger was going to have some fun and get his long overdue birthday present.

“What’s this about, Jonny?” Patrick asked, as the captain opened his door that evening. He only received a sly grin in response, as the blond closed the door behind him.

As soon as it was shut, Jonathan threw a black bag over Patrick’s head and instantly grabbed his arms and pinned them behind his back, so he couldn’t removed the bag. It was almost like a kidnapping. He forced the man to walk forward into the hallway that led to the end room, of his.

“Jonny, what’s going on here? What the hell are you doing?”

“Kidnapping you.”

“Why?”

The captain ignored him, as the winger struggled, trying to pull free and escape. Maybe this wasn’t Jonathan Toews...maybe it was some notorious serial killer, who was tricking him and was going to kill him? At that thought he let out a rather loud scream, only to be punched in the middle of the back, rather hard. They entered the room and the brunette shoved the blond onto the bed. Patrick reached up at once and removed the bag from his head. When he did, he saw that the door was locked shut and his friend held some kinky items, usually used in BDSM acts.

“What--what is this? A-are you going to tie me up?” Patrick questioned, slowly smirking, as he sat on the edge of his friend’s bed.

“We’re not going to have sex Kaner, but I can have a little fun and so can you. Let’s get this out of our system before the season starts.” The leader of Chicago spoke with wisdom and authority. He was definitely the dominant force here. And he had a plan and knew what he wanted to do.

Patrick Kane was okay with this.

The blond winger smiled, dipping his head and held his arms out before him, sticking them together and procuring them outward for Jonathan to bind. The captain strutted forward like he was walking the catwalk at a model program. He halted in front of the end of his bed, where his friend sat, his eyes twinkling and willing him to carry on.

“It’s okay, Jonny, I’m okay with you doing this. I want you to tie me up.”

The Blackhawk captain shrugged, took a deep breath and wrapped a formal black and red colored tie around Patrick’s wrists. He made sure that the material wasn’t too tight and was snug, but also that it remained in place. He didn’t want Patrick breaking free during his present.

The blond tested the security and was pleased. But Jonathan wasn’t done. “Open your mouth, Kaner,” he instructed as the younger man happily obliged, parting his lips and opening his mouth wide. The older man balled up a pair of his boxers and stuffed it into Patrick’s mouth. Then he wrapped another of his ties around the blond’s head, knotting it in place behind him at the nape of his neck.

“Peeks, you’ll let me know if any of this is something you don’t like, right?”

Patrick nodded his head. His eyes glittered in the light of the bedroom, as he allowed his best friend and secret lover to tie him up.

Now that he was ready, Jonathan yanked him up to his feet and took his spot on the bed. The captain knew that his friend was desperate to know what he had planned for him, but the excitement of not knowing was building inside of him and he liked not knowing and having this be a surprise.

He flinched, as his friend grabbed him and slowly and carefully bent him over, laying him over his lap, with his backside exposed to be violated. What was Jonathan Toews going to do to him?

The blond let his arms dangle downward over his head, limply and let his head drop. He could feel Jonathan’s knee digging into his crotch, but he didn’t care. It was foreplay and it felt rather nice. He could sense the captain raising his arm back and up, before bringing it hard against Patrick’s ass.

“What are you--?” He started to ask, then realized he was gagged and only made a high-pitched whimper noise.

Jonathan repeated his motion again. “Happy early birthday Peekaboo! I’m giving you twenty-five spanks!!” He made a series of eleven more smacks.

Then the older man yanked Patrick’s black sports’ shorts down his legs and smacked him with the remaining slaps, until he was sure Patrick’s bare ass was as red as his burning cheeks and face. He untied the knot of the tie around his friend’s mouth and let it drop to the floor. He allowed the younger man to spit out the ball of undergarments.

“Peeks, you okay?”

“Yeah. That was…an amazing EARLY birthday present. It was the best one I’ve ever had.”

Jonathan slid the shorts back up to his waist. He let Patrick breath and slowly get his bearings back and gain control once more. He pushed him back up into a standing position and let him stand there. The captain leaned against the left pole of his bed. His mouth formed a clever smirk, as he sized the man up before him.

“What’s next, Tazer?”

“You really wanna know?” The centerman made it sound like it was a bad thing. He sounded like a sly fox or a classic villain who had the plans and tortured the victim with his own ignorance. He stepped up to the blond man, who eyed him, bravely. He wrapped his arms around Patrick and slid his hands down, to grab his sore butt, knowing it would hurt the man. Sure enough, as he gave a rather gentle squeeze, Patrick jolted in place. His hands brushed up against Jonathan’s privates, making the captain smile and slap him on the butt again.

Patrick whimpered in pain, but whenever the older Blackhawk would make sure he was alright, the blond would nod and say that he was enjoy himself. He said that he liked the pain, as it was good. He had to endure it, because it would only make him stronger and better prepared on the ice.

Jonathan pulled Patrick close to him, still clutching to his butt. And his wrists were still bound by the tie infront of him.

“I love you so much, Peekaboo!”

“I love you too, Tazer! I can’t wait for hockey to be back and to be on the ice with you again!”

“I know Kaner, but we have to keep our secret to ourselves, remember.”

Patrick nuzzled his head on Jonathan’s bony shoulder. “I know…” He sighed.

They held one another for a few minutes more, before Jonathan finally let go of Patrick’s butt and the blond winger lifted his arms up, “Think you can release me know?”

“Nah, uh, I’m enjoying you all tied up like this and in fact I want to tie you up more!” the captain exclaimed, as he shoved Patrick against the wall, adjacent to his closet. “Stay right there, or I’ll have to punish you!” He said with a wink.

Patrick rolled his eyes, but did as told. He tried to shift himself, so he was more comfortable, but with his wrists bound together before him, he couldn’t really do much of anything. He started to grunt in distress. “Damn Jonny, you have the knotwork of a supervillain.”

Jonathan returned to him gripping a belt and a few coils of ropes in his hands. He wrapped the belt around the blond man’s ankles, pulling it nice and tight, but snug. Then he stood up and wrapped one of the coils around his arms and waist four two times, sticking his hands, helplessly and uselessly in front of his crotch. He pulled the knot, tightly behind his back. He took another rope and wrapped it four times around Patrick’s elbows and secured that set in place behind him. And finally with the last rope, he wrapped that four times around his friends’ upper arms and the bottom of his shoulder blades, behind him.

Patrick tried to move, but couldn’t really move much of anything, which pleasured his captain. “What the hell, Jonny? Now I can’t move at all.”

“I know, you look hot Kaner!”

The blond man blushed at that comment; he stopped in his twitching. Jonathan scooped him up into his arms and the captain of the Blackhawks was rather shocked at his own strength. He dumped the helpless Patrick Kane onto the bed.

“I’ll be right back, I want to grab something. Don’t you move a muscle, Peeksy!”

“I’m not going anywhere, Tazer. See? I can’t move!” He demonstrated only managing to look like a worm on dry land in super slow motion. The way he moved or couldn’t move, made his captain blush and lick his lips, but he spun around on his heels and left Patrick all tied up on the bed.

Notes

So yeah, I'm sure how this is gonna go over, but I hope you like it. I'm new to doing ANYTHING like this. But I wanted to dabble in the slash world a little. I don't mind M/M slash with Kazer. If anything, they are the only M/M I'd ever read anything with slash for.
Again, I hope you all like this and it's not too sick. They will kiss, but I will always post a trigger warning for it. I don't like being surprised and I just think it is nice to be forewarned for anything that could be considered "abnormal".

Next up: Stars VS Blackhawks (I'm not gonna post this until the day after this game, so feel free to take your time or do whatever)