Hawks Are Meant to Fly
Kaner’s Nightmare
Phil Kessel is so pissed. He has spent countless thousands of dollars to make his team feel better about losing the coveted Stanley Cup to Patrick Kane and the Chicago Blackhawks by buying them all amazing presents. It has helped to raise their spirits a little, but then that arrogant Patrick Kane has to rub the Leafs loss in his face, telling the entire NHL Universe that the Cup would never come back to Toronto or the Maple Leafs. He is pacing around backstage in his ring gear, when he feels a small hand rest on his shoulder.
"What is it, Reims?" Phil sighs, knowing it is his fellow Leaf teammate. JVR sees Phil is pissed and truthfully he is too. Patrick Kane has humiliated them in front of their entire audience. JVR wants revenge, just like his fellow winger does! "I know you're pissed and I am too. I want revenge Kess."
Phil slams his fist against his leg, an unusual act for the normally cool headed American. "I'm just so damn pissed, Reims! We worked so hard for that Cup and that smug Kane just rubbed his loss right in his face! I'd love to see someone kick his ass!"
JVR nods his head, agreeing with Phil. Suddenly an idea pops into his head. He looks around and pulls Phil into an empty closet. "I have an idea Phil. What if we ambush Kane and bring him to the entire team? We can get our revenge and then if Kane tries to rat us out we can all vouch for each other."
Phil is usually a rational man but his anger is getting the best of him. "I love it!" He growls. "I can't wait to see the look on that jerk's face. I’ll gladly kick his ass for us all. Let's grab Patrick and drag him back there as long as he hasn't left yet."
JVR smiles and looks around. He chuckles as he spots a coil of rope. "We even have rope."
“Perfect!”
JVR leads Phil out of the closet and the two men head towards Patrick and the Blackhawk's locker room, thankful that many of the superstars and Chicago players have already left. They get to the dressing room and JVR puts his head to the door. "He's in there."
"We need something to gag him with." Phil whispers as he listens at the door. "One person hears us grabbing the Conn Smythe winner and our asses are in deep trouble."
JVR pulls off his Maple Leafs’ practice t-shirt and shows it to Phil. "This will work. It's only fitting that the Leafs shut him up." JVR puts his head to the door and hears Patrick tell someone he is going to head back to the hotel now. "He's coming out. You grab his arms, I will shut him up."
A minute later they hear the door open and Patrick comes walking out. Patrick walks out the door dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt he is planing on wearing to the hotel. Phil grabs his arms and pulls them behind his back, tying them together with the coil of rope.
Once the initial shock wears off, Patrick begins to fight hard, knocking the game belt off his shoulder to the arena floor. "What the hell do you think you are doing?!"
JVR does not answer. He is too busy trying to get the gag around Patrick's mouth.
Unfortunately Patrick is not cooperating and he can feel Phil losing his grip. Desperate, JVR grabs the Blackhawks’ game belt and hits Patrick in the head, hoping to stun him. JVR is shocked when Patrick stops fighting and slumps in Phil's arms. JVR sees the glare Phil gives him and smiles meekly. "Whoops."
"JVR, what the hell did you do?" Phil hisses as he looks around furiously. "Someone catches us with an unconscious Patrick Kane and we are out of the NHL!"
JVR looks at Phil and shrugs. "Then we need to hurry up. Put him over your shoulder and let's go." JVR holds on to the belt and watches as Phil slings the NHL champion over his shoulder. "Come on let's go!" JVR leads the way down the hall, looking around to make sure nobody sees them. Luckily they manage to make it to their locker room without being noticed. JVR opens the door. "See Kess, there was no problems."
"Yeah. Luckily." Phil deposits Patrick on the ground before locking their locker room door. He looks around, not seeing anyone else. "They all must have went out for a minute." Kneeling down, Phil finishes tying Patrick's hands tightly behind his back. "This guy's strong. Got to make sure he doesn't get loose on us." He looks up at JVR. "Get that gag tied in his mouth good. I don't feel like hearing him scream when I’m kicking his ass."
JVR nods. He twists his shirt into a long strand and shoves it into Patrick's mouth. He has just finished tying it when Patrick starts to stir. He smirks when Patrick opens his eyes and sees his situation. "Hi Kanerboo. How's your head?"
Patrick's eyes narrow in anger as he fights to get off the floor but without the use of his hands he has no leverage. He kicks his feet, fighting to get to a sitting position as he glares up at the two Leafs. "Mmmm! Mhat Mhe Mell!"
"What's the matter, Patrick?" Phil laughs, watching the blond winger’s struggle. "Nothing smart to say about the Maple Leafs now?"
JVR laughs at Patrick's glare. He picks up the belt and holds it in the air. "What were you saying about the Maple Leafs never having the Cup? This sure is a nice belt, did you win it because of your stupid game-winning cheap shot?" He laughs as Patrick tries to protest through the gag. "I'm sorry you are going to have to speak up."
Patrick is furious at him for holding the belt he has worked and sweated for and it is property of the Blackhawks, just like the Cup. He screams out curses at JVR from behind the cloth tied in his mouth.
Phil kneels down and slaps Patrick on the cheek. "Shut up, Kanerboo! You'll be singing a different tune shortly here. I'm sure I'll take great pleasure in punting your skull in."
JVR smiles when he envisions the sight of the red imprint on Patrick's face.
"I’m going to have so much fun with you."
JVR stares at Patrick and Phil, who is beginning to prep himself, by cracking his knuckles. "Go on, beat the hell out of Kane. I'll vouch for you and I’ll talk the others into it too." Patrick looks up at Phil from the floor, his chest heaving from his attempts at escape.
Phil looks down at the blond Blackhawk and feels himself getting aroused at the sight. Thinking quickly, he goes to his bag and digs out his towel, wiping his face and then dropping the towel on his lap. He smiles at JVR. "Thank you, JVR, this is a lovely gift actually." He looks at Patrick and smirks darker. "Now do me a favor and go back to the hotel. I’m gonna deal with Kanerboo by myself."
JVR gives him a smirk of his own as he stands to go. "Okay, see you around, Kess. Do us a favor and try not to kill him though." He nods to JVR. "My work is finished here." He walks out of the room, but pouts. He really wants to stay and see the Blackhawk get what is coming to him. But he knows his linemate too well.
Phil waits until the door has shut before kneeling down next to Patrick. He laughs as Patrick's struggles increase. "What's the matter, Kanerboo you worried? Well don't worry." Phil grabs the hem of Patrick's shirt and rips the shirt in half. "I have more interesting things in mind for your body than beating you senseless. May I just remark at how hot you are?"
"Mey!" Patrick protests behind his gag. Phil has just ruined his favorite shirt! It is very expensive too. He gives the Maple Leaf an angry glare to convey his annoyance at having his chest exposed and his shirt torn open.
Phil ignores his protest and runs his hands down Patrick's chest. He stops and pinches the winger's nipples, laughing when the blond moans. "Is your chest sensitive Peekaboo?" Phil leans down and licks and sucks at one nipple while pinching the other.
Patrick bites back a loud moan as his nipples harden under Phil's teasing. How does Phil know how incredibly sensitive his nipples are? He tries to sit up but can not get his balance with his hands tied, groaning as Phil's wicked tongue teases him to madness.
Phil smiles at Patrick's continuous moans. He loves that he is driving Patrick Kane to madness. He kisses down Patrick's body, stopping at the rim if his jeans. He undoes the button and zipper on Patrick's jeans. "Now these are just in the way." With no other warning Phil strips Patrick of both his jeans and boxers. "Now this is a beautiful sight."
Patrick blushes a little as he sees Phil looking at his hard cock. He wonders what the cocky Maple Leaf is going to do to him next. As much as it shames Patrick to admit it, he really wants to see Phil naked...for some odd reason. He knows that Phil's body will be perfection. Much better than his stupid Captain’s!
Phil runs his hands down Patrick's thighs, loving the feel of the muscles. Working his way back up he grabs Patrick and starts stroking his cock. "Does that feel good Princess?" When Patrick moans and nods, Phil chuckles and lays down on the floor. "If that felt good I bet this will feel amazing." Phil holds Patrick's cock and wraps his hot mouth around it.
"Uhhhh." Patrick bites down on the cloth in his mouth in pure bliss as he feels Phil's warm mouth sucking on his needy cock. He bucks his hips, forgetting about everything but his intense pleasure. Phil bobbles up and down, enjoying how the Blackhawk is squirming underneath him. He pushes one finger in next to his cock, getting it nice and wet. He pulls the finger out of his mouth and pushes it into Patrick's hole. As he strokes he pushes down further on Patrick's cock, swallowing the whole length.
"Mmmmmmm!" Patrick screams out his release as he floods Phil's mouth with his cum. He feels his body shiver in delight as his orgasm travels through it before laying his head back on the floor, breathing hard through his nose and sweating.
Phil swallows down Patrick's release, enjoying the taste. Once Patrick is completely spent he pulls out his cock. He leans up and over Patrick's face, looking him in the eye. "Now Kaner I am willing to untie your gag but you have to promise not to scream. If you scream the gag goes right back in. Do you understand?"
Patrick nods his head meekly, his body feels limp and satisfied from his strong release he has just experienced. Phil smirks as he unties the gag. "There we go, that's much better. I like to hear my bitch moan and whine for me, actually."
"Your bitch?!" Patrick's face gets red in indignation. "Untie me and get me up, Phil. You had your fun."
Phil shakes his head. "I don't think so Patrick. You have gotten entirely too cocky about being an NHL Stanley Cup winner of oh let’s see...four titles now, so I am going to make it my personal mission to deflate that ego a little. I think making you cum until you beg and plead with me to stop will do just the trick."
"You're one to talk!" Patrick answers angrily, trying to back away from Phil on the floor. "You're the cockiest son of bitch that I've ever met! Besides, I just came. My dick is drained, Man."
Phil gets up and goes to his bag, grabbing his bottle of baby oil. He walks over to where the blond Blackhawk is trying to back away and sets it on the ground. Kneeling down, Phil grabs Patrick's legs and pulls him back to him. He pushes his body between his legs, spreading him wide. Then the Leaf picks up the baby oil and coats three of his fingers. He places one of his fingers at Patrick's hole and smiles. "Don't worry Kanerboo, it will not take much to get you hard again. Just watch." Phil pushes one of his fingers inside Patrick's hole and begins stroking and prodding him. Patrick gives a reluctant moan of pained pleasure as his still sensitive cock begins to stir to life.
"H-How many times are you going to make me cum?" Patrick asks with pitiful blue eyes. "I'll be so fucking sore, Phil."
Phil smirks as he adds a second finger into Patrick's hole. "That all depends on you. All you have to do is beg for me to stop and I will. Until then I am going to have my fun playing with you." He pushes a third finger into the blond’s tight hole and begins thrusting hard. He watches with amusement as Patrick's cock became rock hard again and he starts to squirm. "Come on Patrick, come for me. Your body craves it."
"Damn! Oh, Fuck!" Patrick closes his eyes as he reaches a second climax, not shooting as much cum the second round but still noticeable. He feels so tired, so drained, his body wearing out.
Phil pulls his fingers out of Patrick's stretched hole and quickly undresses. He lays down on top of Patrick and positions his rock hard cock at the blond's hole. Pushing in the tip he asks, "I am going to give you another chance here Patrick. Beg me to stop or I am going to fuck you senseless."
Patrick bites his lip, debating giving in. He is so tired! Then he sees the smug look on Phil's face and changes his mind. "Champs don't beg, Kess." He answers with a heated glare.
Phil shakes his head. "So stubborn Kanerboo." Phil pushes, sinking his hard cock inside Patrick's tight, hot hole. "I have to admit part of me is happy you didn't beg. It would have been a shame to miss out on this." Phil begins to move, thrusting hard and fast. He also grabs Patrick's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He loves how Patrick begins to squirm. "That's it, writhe for me."
Patrick's eyes roll, the moment that Phil touches his sore, tired cock. The pained pleasure that shoots through his body is the most intense sensation Patrick has ever known. "OK! OK!" Patrick all but screams. "I BEG YOU! PLEASE STOP, KESS! PLEASE TAKE YOUR HAND OFF MY DICK!" Patrick lets out a whimper, hating how weak he sounds. "I just can't come again. I can't!"
Phil stops thrusting and smiles. He takes his hand off Patrick's cock and pulls out of the blond. "I knew I could make you beg." Then without warning Phil flips Patrick onto his stomach and thrusts back inside. He wraps one arm around Patrick's chest and pulls him up so he is sitting on Phil's thighs. As he thrusts hard inside Patrick's hole he whispers, "You took too long to do what I wanted, this is your punishment." Phil wraps his hand around Patrick's cock again and begins stroking it.
"NO, Phil, NO!" Patrick thrashed to get free as he felt his aching cock grasped in Phil's hand. "Please, I'm sorry! I don't have anything left to give! Please!"
Phil ignores Patrick's pleading. He holds him tighter and keeps caressing Patrick's cock. "Relax Patrick. Just breathe through it. I know you have one more orgasm in you." The Maple Leaf thrusts into the Blackhawk hard and pushes right into him. He begins to grind against the blond’s body, dragging his large cock over that hot button over and over.
Patrick feels his body building for a third orgasm. It hits him like a freight train, his poor cock only releasing a few drops of cum as his body convulses in the power of his forced climax. "Phil! STOP!!"
Phil hears Patrick call his name and that is it. He gasps and shoots his cum deep inside Patrick. Once he has finished, he notices that Patrick is sagging in his grip. He unties Patrick's hands and helps him lay down on the ground.
"Phil." Patrick's eyes are fighting to stay open. He knows they have to leave the arena but he has no strength yet to move. "That was damn cold. If you were into bondage why didn't you just tell me instead of having me kidnapped? Getting hit on the head with my team belt is going to leave a damn bruise."
Phil chuckles and lays down next to Patrick. He snags his workout bag and pushes it under his head, using it as a pillow. "I had nothing to do with that Kaner. The first I knew of it was when I came back here and found you tied up and waiting for me." He pulls Patrick closer and settles the blond's head on his chest. "My boy JVR just wanted to make me feel better and he succeeded. I feel amazing!"
"Well good for you." Patrick mumbles to him. "Because I feel damn exhausted."
Phil kisses Patrick's forehead.
The blond Blackhawk closes his eyes, just needing a few minutes rest. "One good thing." A hint of that dimpled smile crosses his face. "We found out we like bondage. More fun for our days off."
Phil gives a wicked smirk. "We also found out that you are capable of multiple orgasms. That could be fun. You handcuffed to the bed with a nice vibrating toy inside you and me teasing you body with my mouth, I bet I could make you cum at least four times."
There is no reply for the Maple Leaf. Patrick Kane is fast asleep. Phil smiles and pulls Patrick close. He will let him rest awhile before they head back to the hotel.
In the meantime he will lay here and think about his plans for this weekend with his new lover. Patrick Kane is not going to know what hits him. And he is so done with Jonathan Toews.
****
Patrick Kane’s eyes shoot awake, taking in the darkness of the room he is in. He pushes himself up and screams, “JONATHAN!!”
Somewhere behind him, a sleepy voice says, “Kaner, you okay, baby?”
“Just-just a dream...oh, Jonny, it was horrible!”
“What did you dream about this time, sweetie? Not being dressed as Elsa and me saving you as Wolverine I hope.”
“No, Jonny. Much worse. I was dating Phil Kessel.” He immediately slaps his hands over his mouth and sinks into the cushioning.
“Why the hell would you date that prick?”
Patrick drops his hands and attempts to cover himself, by making something up. “I don’t know Jonny. I don’t know. It was just a terrifying dream.”
“Here, roll over, sweetie. I’ll give you a better, more pleasant dream.”
Patrick rolls over to Jonathan, who instantly grabs his face and kisses him in the dark. “There, now go to sleep, baby.”
“Right, Jonny. I fucking hate Kessel, he's a Leaf and not a Blackhawk, you are my man!”
“Damn right! Good night Peeks.”
"What is it, Reims?" Phil sighs, knowing it is his fellow Leaf teammate. JVR sees Phil is pissed and truthfully he is too. Patrick Kane has humiliated them in front of their entire audience. JVR wants revenge, just like his fellow winger does! "I know you're pissed and I am too. I want revenge Kess."
Phil slams his fist against his leg, an unusual act for the normally cool headed American. "I'm just so damn pissed, Reims! We worked so hard for that Cup and that smug Kane just rubbed his loss right in his face! I'd love to see someone kick his ass!"
JVR nods his head, agreeing with Phil. Suddenly an idea pops into his head. He looks around and pulls Phil into an empty closet. "I have an idea Phil. What if we ambush Kane and bring him to the entire team? We can get our revenge and then if Kane tries to rat us out we can all vouch for each other."
Phil is usually a rational man but his anger is getting the best of him. "I love it!" He growls. "I can't wait to see the look on that jerk's face. I’ll gladly kick his ass for us all. Let's grab Patrick and drag him back there as long as he hasn't left yet."
JVR smiles and looks around. He chuckles as he spots a coil of rope. "We even have rope."
“Perfect!”
JVR leads Phil out of the closet and the two men head towards Patrick and the Blackhawk's locker room, thankful that many of the superstars and Chicago players have already left. They get to the dressing room and JVR puts his head to the door. "He's in there."
"We need something to gag him with." Phil whispers as he listens at the door. "One person hears us grabbing the Conn Smythe winner and our asses are in deep trouble."
JVR pulls off his Maple Leafs’ practice t-shirt and shows it to Phil. "This will work. It's only fitting that the Leafs shut him up." JVR puts his head to the door and hears Patrick tell someone he is going to head back to the hotel now. "He's coming out. You grab his arms, I will shut him up."
A minute later they hear the door open and Patrick comes walking out. Patrick walks out the door dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt he is planing on wearing to the hotel. Phil grabs his arms and pulls them behind his back, tying them together with the coil of rope.
Once the initial shock wears off, Patrick begins to fight hard, knocking the game belt off his shoulder to the arena floor. "What the hell do you think you are doing?!"
JVR does not answer. He is too busy trying to get the gag around Patrick's mouth.
Unfortunately Patrick is not cooperating and he can feel Phil losing his grip. Desperate, JVR grabs the Blackhawks’ game belt and hits Patrick in the head, hoping to stun him. JVR is shocked when Patrick stops fighting and slumps in Phil's arms. JVR sees the glare Phil gives him and smiles meekly. "Whoops."
"JVR, what the hell did you do?" Phil hisses as he looks around furiously. "Someone catches us with an unconscious Patrick Kane and we are out of the NHL!"
JVR looks at Phil and shrugs. "Then we need to hurry up. Put him over your shoulder and let's go." JVR holds on to the belt and watches as Phil slings the NHL champion over his shoulder. "Come on let's go!" JVR leads the way down the hall, looking around to make sure nobody sees them. Luckily they manage to make it to their locker room without being noticed. JVR opens the door. "See Kess, there was no problems."
"Yeah. Luckily." Phil deposits Patrick on the ground before locking their locker room door. He looks around, not seeing anyone else. "They all must have went out for a minute." Kneeling down, Phil finishes tying Patrick's hands tightly behind his back. "This guy's strong. Got to make sure he doesn't get loose on us." He looks up at JVR. "Get that gag tied in his mouth good. I don't feel like hearing him scream when I’m kicking his ass."
JVR nods. He twists his shirt into a long strand and shoves it into Patrick's mouth. He has just finished tying it when Patrick starts to stir. He smirks when Patrick opens his eyes and sees his situation. "Hi Kanerboo. How's your head?"
Patrick's eyes narrow in anger as he fights to get off the floor but without the use of his hands he has no leverage. He kicks his feet, fighting to get to a sitting position as he glares up at the two Leafs. "Mmmm! Mhat Mhe Mell!"
"What's the matter, Patrick?" Phil laughs, watching the blond winger’s struggle. "Nothing smart to say about the Maple Leafs now?"
JVR laughs at Patrick's glare. He picks up the belt and holds it in the air. "What were you saying about the Maple Leafs never having the Cup? This sure is a nice belt, did you win it because of your stupid game-winning cheap shot?" He laughs as Patrick tries to protest through the gag. "I'm sorry you are going to have to speak up."
Patrick is furious at him for holding the belt he has worked and sweated for and it is property of the Blackhawks, just like the Cup. He screams out curses at JVR from behind the cloth tied in his mouth.
Phil kneels down and slaps Patrick on the cheek. "Shut up, Kanerboo! You'll be singing a different tune shortly here. I'm sure I'll take great pleasure in punting your skull in."
JVR smiles when he envisions the sight of the red imprint on Patrick's face.
"I’m going to have so much fun with you."
JVR stares at Patrick and Phil, who is beginning to prep himself, by cracking his knuckles. "Go on, beat the hell out of Kane. I'll vouch for you and I’ll talk the others into it too." Patrick looks up at Phil from the floor, his chest heaving from his attempts at escape.
Phil looks down at the blond Blackhawk and feels himself getting aroused at the sight. Thinking quickly, he goes to his bag and digs out his towel, wiping his face and then dropping the towel on his lap. He smiles at JVR. "Thank you, JVR, this is a lovely gift actually." He looks at Patrick and smirks darker. "Now do me a favor and go back to the hotel. I’m gonna deal with Kanerboo by myself."
JVR gives him a smirk of his own as he stands to go. "Okay, see you around, Kess. Do us a favor and try not to kill him though." He nods to JVR. "My work is finished here." He walks out of the room, but pouts. He really wants to stay and see the Blackhawk get what is coming to him. But he knows his linemate too well.
Phil waits until the door has shut before kneeling down next to Patrick. He laughs as Patrick's struggles increase. "What's the matter, Kanerboo you worried? Well don't worry." Phil grabs the hem of Patrick's shirt and rips the shirt in half. "I have more interesting things in mind for your body than beating you senseless. May I just remark at how hot you are?"
"Mey!" Patrick protests behind his gag. Phil has just ruined his favorite shirt! It is very expensive too. He gives the Maple Leaf an angry glare to convey his annoyance at having his chest exposed and his shirt torn open.
Phil ignores his protest and runs his hands down Patrick's chest. He stops and pinches the winger's nipples, laughing when the blond moans. "Is your chest sensitive Peekaboo?" Phil leans down and licks and sucks at one nipple while pinching the other.
Patrick bites back a loud moan as his nipples harden under Phil's teasing. How does Phil know how incredibly sensitive his nipples are? He tries to sit up but can not get his balance with his hands tied, groaning as Phil's wicked tongue teases him to madness.
Phil smiles at Patrick's continuous moans. He loves that he is driving Patrick Kane to madness. He kisses down Patrick's body, stopping at the rim if his jeans. He undoes the button and zipper on Patrick's jeans. "Now these are just in the way." With no other warning Phil strips Patrick of both his jeans and boxers. "Now this is a beautiful sight."
Patrick blushes a little as he sees Phil looking at his hard cock. He wonders what the cocky Maple Leaf is going to do to him next. As much as it shames Patrick to admit it, he really wants to see Phil naked...for some odd reason. He knows that Phil's body will be perfection. Much better than his stupid Captain’s!
Phil runs his hands down Patrick's thighs, loving the feel of the muscles. Working his way back up he grabs Patrick and starts stroking his cock. "Does that feel good Princess?" When Patrick moans and nods, Phil chuckles and lays down on the floor. "If that felt good I bet this will feel amazing." Phil holds Patrick's cock and wraps his hot mouth around it.
"Uhhhh." Patrick bites down on the cloth in his mouth in pure bliss as he feels Phil's warm mouth sucking on his needy cock. He bucks his hips, forgetting about everything but his intense pleasure. Phil bobbles up and down, enjoying how the Blackhawk is squirming underneath him. He pushes one finger in next to his cock, getting it nice and wet. He pulls the finger out of his mouth and pushes it into Patrick's hole. As he strokes he pushes down further on Patrick's cock, swallowing the whole length.
"Mmmmmmm!" Patrick screams out his release as he floods Phil's mouth with his cum. He feels his body shiver in delight as his orgasm travels through it before laying his head back on the floor, breathing hard through his nose and sweating.
Phil swallows down Patrick's release, enjoying the taste. Once Patrick is completely spent he pulls out his cock. He leans up and over Patrick's face, looking him in the eye. "Now Kaner I am willing to untie your gag but you have to promise not to scream. If you scream the gag goes right back in. Do you understand?"
Patrick nods his head meekly, his body feels limp and satisfied from his strong release he has just experienced. Phil smirks as he unties the gag. "There we go, that's much better. I like to hear my bitch moan and whine for me, actually."
"Your bitch?!" Patrick's face gets red in indignation. "Untie me and get me up, Phil. You had your fun."
Phil shakes his head. "I don't think so Patrick. You have gotten entirely too cocky about being an NHL Stanley Cup winner of oh let’s see...four titles now, so I am going to make it my personal mission to deflate that ego a little. I think making you cum until you beg and plead with me to stop will do just the trick."
"You're one to talk!" Patrick answers angrily, trying to back away from Phil on the floor. "You're the cockiest son of bitch that I've ever met! Besides, I just came. My dick is drained, Man."
Phil gets up and goes to his bag, grabbing his bottle of baby oil. He walks over to where the blond Blackhawk is trying to back away and sets it on the ground. Kneeling down, Phil grabs Patrick's legs and pulls him back to him. He pushes his body between his legs, spreading him wide. Then the Leaf picks up the baby oil and coats three of his fingers. He places one of his fingers at Patrick's hole and smiles. "Don't worry Kanerboo, it will not take much to get you hard again. Just watch." Phil pushes one of his fingers inside Patrick's hole and begins stroking and prodding him. Patrick gives a reluctant moan of pained pleasure as his still sensitive cock begins to stir to life.
"H-How many times are you going to make me cum?" Patrick asks with pitiful blue eyes. "I'll be so fucking sore, Phil."
Phil smirks as he adds a second finger into Patrick's hole. "That all depends on you. All you have to do is beg for me to stop and I will. Until then I am going to have my fun playing with you." He pushes a third finger into the blond’s tight hole and begins thrusting hard. He watches with amusement as Patrick's cock became rock hard again and he starts to squirm. "Come on Patrick, come for me. Your body craves it."
"Damn! Oh, Fuck!" Patrick closes his eyes as he reaches a second climax, not shooting as much cum the second round but still noticeable. He feels so tired, so drained, his body wearing out.
Phil pulls his fingers out of Patrick's stretched hole and quickly undresses. He lays down on top of Patrick and positions his rock hard cock at the blond's hole. Pushing in the tip he asks, "I am going to give you another chance here Patrick. Beg me to stop or I am going to fuck you senseless."
Patrick bites his lip, debating giving in. He is so tired! Then he sees the smug look on Phil's face and changes his mind. "Champs don't beg, Kess." He answers with a heated glare.
Phil shakes his head. "So stubborn Kanerboo." Phil pushes, sinking his hard cock inside Patrick's tight, hot hole. "I have to admit part of me is happy you didn't beg. It would have been a shame to miss out on this." Phil begins to move, thrusting hard and fast. He also grabs Patrick's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He loves how Patrick begins to squirm. "That's it, writhe for me."
Patrick's eyes roll, the moment that Phil touches his sore, tired cock. The pained pleasure that shoots through his body is the most intense sensation Patrick has ever known. "OK! OK!" Patrick all but screams. "I BEG YOU! PLEASE STOP, KESS! PLEASE TAKE YOUR HAND OFF MY DICK!" Patrick lets out a whimper, hating how weak he sounds. "I just can't come again. I can't!"
Phil stops thrusting and smiles. He takes his hand off Patrick's cock and pulls out of the blond. "I knew I could make you beg." Then without warning Phil flips Patrick onto his stomach and thrusts back inside. He wraps one arm around Patrick's chest and pulls him up so he is sitting on Phil's thighs. As he thrusts hard inside Patrick's hole he whispers, "You took too long to do what I wanted, this is your punishment." Phil wraps his hand around Patrick's cock again and begins stroking it.
"NO, Phil, NO!" Patrick thrashed to get free as he felt his aching cock grasped in Phil's hand. "Please, I'm sorry! I don't have anything left to give! Please!"
Phil ignores Patrick's pleading. He holds him tighter and keeps caressing Patrick's cock. "Relax Patrick. Just breathe through it. I know you have one more orgasm in you." The Maple Leaf thrusts into the Blackhawk hard and pushes right into him. He begins to grind against the blond’s body, dragging his large cock over that hot button over and over.
Patrick feels his body building for a third orgasm. It hits him like a freight train, his poor cock only releasing a few drops of cum as his body convulses in the power of his forced climax. "Phil! STOP!!"
Phil hears Patrick call his name and that is it. He gasps and shoots his cum deep inside Patrick. Once he has finished, he notices that Patrick is sagging in his grip. He unties Patrick's hands and helps him lay down on the ground.
"Phil." Patrick's eyes are fighting to stay open. He knows they have to leave the arena but he has no strength yet to move. "That was damn cold. If you were into bondage why didn't you just tell me instead of having me kidnapped? Getting hit on the head with my team belt is going to leave a damn bruise."
Phil chuckles and lays down next to Patrick. He snags his workout bag and pushes it under his head, using it as a pillow. "I had nothing to do with that Kaner. The first I knew of it was when I came back here and found you tied up and waiting for me." He pulls Patrick closer and settles the blond's head on his chest. "My boy JVR just wanted to make me feel better and he succeeded. I feel amazing!"
"Well good for you." Patrick mumbles to him. "Because I feel damn exhausted."
Phil kisses Patrick's forehead.
The blond Blackhawk closes his eyes, just needing a few minutes rest. "One good thing." A hint of that dimpled smile crosses his face. "We found out we like bondage. More fun for our days off."
Phil gives a wicked smirk. "We also found out that you are capable of multiple orgasms. That could be fun. You handcuffed to the bed with a nice vibrating toy inside you and me teasing you body with my mouth, I bet I could make you cum at least four times."
There is no reply for the Maple Leaf. Patrick Kane is fast asleep. Phil smiles and pulls Patrick close. He will let him rest awhile before they head back to the hotel.
In the meantime he will lay here and think about his plans for this weekend with his new lover. Patrick Kane is not going to know what hits him. And he is so done with Jonathan Toews.
****
Patrick Kane’s eyes shoot awake, taking in the darkness of the room he is in. He pushes himself up and screams, “JONATHAN!!”
Somewhere behind him, a sleepy voice says, “Kaner, you okay, baby?”
“Just-just a dream...oh, Jonny, it was horrible!”
“What did you dream about this time, sweetie? Not being dressed as Elsa and me saving you as Wolverine I hope.”
“No, Jonny. Much worse. I was dating Phil Kessel.” He immediately slaps his hands over his mouth and sinks into the cushioning.
“Why the hell would you date that prick?”
Patrick drops his hands and attempts to cover himself, by making something up. “I don’t know Jonny. I don’t know. It was just a terrifying dream.”
“Here, roll over, sweetie. I’ll give you a better, more pleasant dream.”
Patrick rolls over to Jonathan, who instantly grabs his face and kisses him in the dark. “There, now go to sleep, baby.”
“Right, Jonny. I fucking hate Kessel, he's a Leaf and not a Blackhawk, you are my man!”
“Damn right! Good night Peeks.”
Notes
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!! :)
Yuck Kessel and Kaner as a thing...EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! :P
Okay, so that was Kaner's Nightmare...pretty horrible, eh?
Haha JVR and Kessel...that's so a bromance. But Kess is still ugly and JVR's kinda a douche. Also, not a Leafs fan, if that wasn't already apparent. :P
Next up: Jonny's Nightmare...
Not sexy
2/22/15