Hawks Are Meant to Fly

Jonathan pulls into his parking spot. They are the first one’s to Johnny’s IceHouse, like normal and the lot is empty. The Captain leans over and pecks Patrick on the lips, before he gets out of the car.

Patrick happily unhooks his seatbelt, preparing himself for the grand gentleman, but Jonathan doesn’t come to open his door. Finally after a few more minutes, the door opens. “Took you long enough, what were you doing?”

“Oh, just knocking out your lover!” a familiar voice sneers.

Before he can move or do anything, a pair of hands seize him and yank him from the vehicle, instantly entangling around him. He spots Jonathan on the ground, sprawled out and bleeding from a nasty gash on his head.

“JONNY!! JONNY, NO!!”

“Miss me, Princess?” Phil Kessel’s evil snarl sounds in the blond’s ear.

“Kessel let me go!”

“If only I could...but alas, you’re too beautiful, like a number of fair maidens in fairy tale stories. Too bad you born to be such a hottie, Kanerboo. Woof!”

“JONNY!! HELP ME!! JONNY!!”

Patrick kicks and screams, but he is dragged over to Phil’s car and shoved into the trunk, which is slammed shut on him. The blond bangs and fidgets inside, but cannot open the lid and get out. His muffled screams come from inside, but like anyone is around to hear him or set him free. Phil laughs wickedly and eventually walked to his driver’s seat and hops in, leaving the scene.

“JONATHAN!!!! JONNY!! HELP ME!! JONNY!!” And then he just screams, “AHHHHH!!!”

Kessel floors the gas pedal, launching away out of the parking lot and down Madison, heading out of Chicago and to Toronto with Patrick. “NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU NOW!! YOU’RE MINE PATRICK KANE!!”

(So, if you see Kessel flooring it down Madison in Chicago, you’d best stop that car, cause chances are that’s not hockey equipment in the trunk.)


8 hours later,

Phil pulls up to his house once more. He pulls on a pair of black gloves and pushes open the door and then walks around and rapidly opens the trunk. He instantly seizes Patrick, clamping a hand over his mouth to silence him and to not attract unwanted attention. The blond fights him, screaming into his gloved hand. But somehow Phil Kessel closes the trunk and opens the door to his house and gets them both inside, unseen.

There, the mad Leaf forward shoves Patrick to the floor. He hovers over him, watching as the blond scrambles around, with his hands behind him, propping himself up, as he gazes upward in horror at him, biting his lip.

“Oh, you sexy thing you!” Phil spits, dropping to all fours, and crawling forward, as Patrick crawls backward, attempting to escape. He keeps his worried eyes trained on the man. But he hits the wall and Kessel attacks.

The Maple Leaf launches forward and pins Patrick’s arms to the wall, grabbing him by the wrists. Then he plants his lips onto the blond, who squeals and squirms under him.

“Oh ho, Jonny Boy’s reclaimed you, eh? I can taste the Captain on you. Well, not for long, sweetheart.”

The Leaf forward makes out with Patrick’s mouth, until the blond is left gasping for air and exhausted.

And they hadn’t even gotten started yet.

The man yanks Patrick to his feet and drags him down the hall and into his bedroom. He flings him inside, sending him stumbling backward onto the bed. Phil locks the door and then paces forward licking his lips and also striping his neck tie off of his neck and untucking his white dress shirt. Patrick yells. But Kessel attacks him again, pushing him up onto the bed and straddling him there.

“Please, Kess. I don’t love you. I never will.”

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetie. But Kess has you and this time, you aren’t leaving. I know you told Jonny Boy about me, so when he arrives, I’m going to take my hunting rifle and shoot down a Blackhawk! I’ll blow his fucking brains out!”

“NO!”

Kessel pins down Patrick’s arms to the bed, having a death grip on his wrists. The blond struggles and kicks and fights, but Kessel has the upper hand. He snickers and just devours Patrick’s face again with his mouth.

“Hmmmm, my how I missed that for a few days. I thought I could let you go, but...I just can’t. You’re too sexy, blondie!”

“Fuck off Kess!” Patrick wails.

“Oh, I want you helpless. I want you tied up and gagged and utterly helpless. Oh that face. Oh Kanerboo!” The Toronto Maple Leaf player is licking Patrick’s neck and face now, getting his nasty, hot slobber all over the Chicago Blackhawk player.

“Kessel, let go! Get off!” Patrick screams. “I don’t want you!”

“Oh, but I want you and I’m in charge. Phil Kessel gets what he wants.” Kessel moves Patrick’s arms above his head and pins them together there with one hand. With the other he reaches over to the nightstand. He has set up his house and room already, so it is of no shock that he snatches up what he wants from the table, a neck tie. He loops this around the blond’s wrists, tying them in place above his head.

Patrick fidgets, trying to get free, but Kessel snatches up a long coil of rope now and he wraps that around Patrick’s wrists and then attaches it to the center of the bar on top of the head board. The Leaf slides off the bed for a second, walking over to the dresser now. The blond yanks at his leash, but doesn’t go anywhere.

“Kessel, please, don’t do this! Jonny knows! Jonny will find me and kill you!”

Phil spins around, glowering, “Exactly. He knows because you disobeyed me. And he won’t kill me, because I’ll kill him.” He picks up his hunting rifle that is leaning against the dresser and displays it in a teasing way for Patrick.

Patrick launches himself up in a desperate attempt to get free, but he is against halted by the ropes. “NO!! Don’t kill Jonny!”

“You told him, shoulda kept your mouth shut Pretty Boy.” He puts the rifle onto his desk, which is by the door, so all he has to do is grab it and then walk out.

“No, no, no. Jonny!” Patrick wails. “Jonny, no. I did this.”

Kessel returns to the dresser and reaches into the first drawer. He withdraws a whip, a roll of duct tape and some plugs. He heads over to his dirty clothes pile and yanks out one of his dirty pairs of underwear and then he struts over to the bed and purposefully shows the items to Patrick, whose efforts to escape increase.

The Maple Leaf climbs back onto the bed and straddles the Blackhawk under him. He unbuttons the blond’s blue shirt and slides it up his arms and twists it around his arms, as another restraint. As though poor Patrick isn’t helpless enough. Then he moves back and sits down Patrick’s crotch. He places his hands on the gleaming winger’s chest and slides them around, feeling him up.

Phil lifts his head up, closing his eyes and masterbating, pleasuring himself, as he glides his fingers over Patrick’s tight, sexy, muscular body. He plucks at Patrick’s nipples making him scream and then stops when they are nice and red and erect for him.

Then Kessel slowly removes his shirt as though conducting a strip tease. He tosses his plain white shirt to the floor and then leans down, mashing his sweaty chest against Patrick’s. Their nipples touch and Patrick tenses up, which pleases Phil, who digs his rock hard cock into the blond forward’s crotch.

Phil cups his hands around Patrick’s face to keep it still, while he lowers his pursed lips into place and begins to devour the blond once again. His hands then caress the Blackhawk’s face in a rough motion, as his body grinds against him.

Patrick grunts and whines, but Phil ignores him.

The Maple Leaf then parts, reaching back for underwear. He snatches it, balls it up in his hands and jams it into Patrick’s mouth, causing him to instantly react by gagging on it. Then he reaches back and grabs the duct tape, which he takes in his hands and tears the end off. He wraps it around the blond’s head four times, covering his mouth. Patrick screams and bucks in place and tries to move his head, but his arms bound together above him, keep his head pretty still. Phil finishes the last wrap and then leans over and nips the tape apart with his teeth, purposefully over Patrick’s face.

Kessel sexy purses his lips and moves them, licking them naughtily, as he smooths the free end down in place, fingering Patrick’s lips underneath. The blond rolls his head back and moans in pitiful agony. The Leaf puts the roll of tape back in place.

Then he slides down farther and begins to unbutton and unzip Patrick’s pants. He yanks them down and off of Patrick’s body and then repeats the maneuver with his boxers, exposing him. Phil throws both the pants and boxers to the ground where his shirt is and then yanks up another coil of rope and binds Patrick’s ankles together tightly.

“Looking super hot, sweetie!” Kessel sneers, as his hands rub against the inner sides of the blond’s thighs, causing him to clench and buck in place. His pathetic muffled cries pleasure Phil, who grabs up the plugs and begins to jam them into place. Then he grabs another item from the nightstand, which is a feather.

Patrick instantly knows what is going to happen. He begs Kessel with pitiful noises, which make the Leaf throw his head back and cackle.

“Good try sweetheart, but you know the rules. You disobeyed me and you must be punished.” And with that Kessel takes the feather and professionally begins to excite Patrick with it, brushing it across his waistline, inner thighs and cock. He drags the ticklish item back and forth and Patrick struggles in a sexy helpless way. He shudders and convulses and wails. Kessel keeps at this, until tears stream from Patrick’s eyes and he looks rather sickly. Then the Leaf stops with the feather and unplugs Patrick’s cock and instead wraps his mouth around it. He takes his fingers and coaxes the blond Blackhawk to come for him.

And Patrick does, releasing himself into Phil’s mouth. Kessel swallows it all and then beams, licking his lips. “Good boy, now I hope you’ll never disobey me again, cause it will be much worse for you next time.”

Patrick shakes his head, closing his tear-stained eyes.

That’s when a loud banging sounds outside of the room, coming from the front door. It is followed by a furious sounding, “KESSEL!! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!”

It is Jonathan.

Patrick’s eyes snap open and he sends Kessel a look.

But Phil Kessel beams to him and slides off the bed, finally releasing the blond’s cock from his hold. He walks to the door and snatches the rifle up. Patrick panics and yanks furiously at the neck tie, ropes, and shirt wrapped around his arms. He screams at the top of his lungs, trying to be as loud as possible.

“Blackhawk season!” he spits, unlocking the door and then slamming it shut, as he exits the room.

“Mmmmy mm!” Patrick screams into the underwear and tape, before the door closes shut, trapping inside the hell chamber.

Notes

Oh God, why did Kessel HAVE to get traded to Kaner's team...oh man....anyone else feel awkward? Is anyone else looking at Kess in a digesting, revolting way like I am? How about noticing him scowling at Jonny, when they shook hands?
Okay, so on my FB wall, there was an article that said, "Phil Kessel sneaks a peek at a gorgeous blond" - now I was completely out of it, possibly from a contact high, but I lost it. (And the "e" for blonde to know it was a girl wasn't there. I swear it.) So I was laughing and crying and panicking and screaming...yeah. It's fun to be a Kazer lover.
But oh man....that Draft last night, eh?!

It really looks like Kessel is wanting to hurt someone! That smirk he has...so evil...
Anyway...


Next up: Don't poke the Blackhawk!!