Hawks Are Meant to Fly

Phil Kessel steps off the plane in the Chicago airport. He laughs to himself and snatches his bag up from the baggage claim. He walks out into the chill winter of the Windy City and hails a cab. He gets in.

“United Center, please,” he directs. He is rude on the ice, but not off and he isn’t one for not showing his manners.

The cab launches off and quickly gets to the United Center. In a stroke of luck, he spots Patrick all alone in the parking lot. He gets out and tells the cab to wait no more than fifteen minutes for him. The driver nods and hangs out.

Phil clutches his bag and rushes over to Patrick, who is unsuspecting. Phil ambushes him, grabbing his wrists and slamming him against his car and then squeezing his ass with the thought of foreplay. “Hiya Kanerboo.”

“Kess, what the hell?”

“I took a plane just to come to Chicago. We’re both on a three-day break, so I thought I’d come see you.”

“You’re wrong. I don’t want to see your fucking face. Fuck off, or I’ll scream and Jonny’ll come over! He’s here in the lot and I’m sure he’d hear me.”

“You could scream, but I know you won’t.”

“You don’t know me!” Patrick pushes back against Phil, attempting to throw him off, but the Leaf seizes his wrists and pins him to the car. He can feel it, as the Maple Leaf forward presses into him, purposefully mashing his crotch against Patrick’s ass.

Patrick wants to scream, but he can’t. All he can do is open his mouth and have a tiny squeak emit from him. It is pathetic.

“I do.” Phil leans over and takes the blond by surprise, pressing his lips to Patrick’s, muting the winger’s screams, as he struggles desperately against the hold on him. He appears to be shouting, “Get off of me! Let me go!” But the Leaf forward ignores his screams, hungrily making out with him.

Phil sticks his tongue into Patrick’s mouth. He gradually tightens his grip on Patrick’s wrists and keeps his mouth on the Blackhawk’s. He opens the car door and shoves Patrick into the backseat, getting in after him and shutting the door. He rapidly launches forward and locks the other door, before Patrick can escape.

“Why? Why do you love me?”

“Who doesn’t? You’re a fucking stud, Kaner. Surely you know that.”

Phil reaches into his bag and pulls out some ropes. “Won’t you come and spend the night with me, Kanerboo?”

“No. Let me go! I want Jonny!”

“Well, Jonny’s not here, only Kess and Kess wants Kaner!”

Patrick launches for the handle, trying desperately to get out, but Phil grabs him and, after a serious effort, manages to tie the blond’s arms behind his back. Patrick fights him and begins to cry, screaming, as Phil flips him over on his back, trapping his arms underneath him.

“No! Kess, stop!”

“Come and spend the night with me Kanerboo. It’ll be a blast!”

Phil reaches into his back and he slips on a pair of black gloves. He reaches up and brushes the blond’s hair to the side and then clamps one of his hands over Patrick’s mouth and then with his other hand he begins to rape the blond, causing him to squirm. Phil isn’t gentle with him and Patrick screams and thrashes about, uncomfortable and feeling excessively violated. He tries to slip out of the ropes binding his wrists together, but can’t.

Still, Phil ignores his cries and continues to rape the Blackhawk. Eventually he stops. He removes his hand from the winger’s mouth and reaches into his bag again. This time he withdraws a roll of duct tape. He wipes the tears from Patrick’s face with his gloved fingers and wraps the adhesive around his mouth and head three times. Then he tears the end off and pastes it in place, lightly slapping his cheek.

“Now, now, it won’t be so bad. I’ll be fun and I’ll take good care of you. I hate to gag you, but I can’t have you alerting your Captain okay. Let’s go. I gotta get back to my house in Toronto.” He stuffs the roll of tape back into the bag and unlocks the doors, as Patrick grows more desperate. He is tossing his head about, trying to get the tape off of him, while shifting his torso in sharp jerks wanting to get out of the ropes binding him. Phil slides out and then yanks Patrick out, by the legs. He wraps his arm around Patrick’s neck and walks him away from his car and toward the cab.

Phil opens the door and shoves Patrick into the back. Then the Leaf gets in and closes the door after him. “Back to the airport, please. Sorry, about this man, me and my boyfriend are just roleplaying. He’s not cooperating though.”

The driver gives him a look, but doesn’t question him. He zooms off. Phil places his hand on Patrick’s crotch and squeezes him, as he leans over and whispers, “Don’t fight it Kanerboo, you can’t win. You know that you can’t. You know that I, Phil Kessel, have won and stolen you. Jonny can try to save you, but he’ll have to confront me in Toronto and I’ll be ready. Might as well say good bye to your precious Captain now.”


Somehow, Phil Kessel is able to get Patrick Kane back to his place in Toronto without a worry or care. No one stops him or questions him. And he is able to keep the tape on Patrick’s mouth. When he walks out of the airport and to his car, he straps Patrick into the passenger’s seat. By now, the blond is silent and distant. He knows that he is helpless and that shit will go down.

He is miles from Jonny now and he lets that seep into him. He just stares, not daring to look at Phil or acknowledge him. He hates the man.

Phil finishes strapping him in and then pauses. He leans on the side of the car, looking down at the sexy blond man in his possession. “Why won’t you love me? I care for you more. I love you more than your fucking Captain ever does!”

Patrick doesn’t respond or do anything. He just remains perfectly still.

“I wish I could take the tape off. I really do. I want to hear your gorgeous voice, but if I do that, you’ll scream and I don’t want that. But I’ll take it off, when we get to my place.”

Phil closes the door and rounds the car. He gets into the driver’s seat and turns to look at Patrick. A few teardrops come from his eyes and the Maple Leaf catches the sight. He reaches out and dries them with his thumb. The blond finally moves, jerking his head away from the touch with a weak groan of displeasure.

Phil takes the hint and spins to the wheel. He turns the key in the ignition and backs out. Along the way, he continues to try and show affection, first by touching him on the cheek and then on the arm and then on his thigh. But each time, Patrick fidgets and tries to shake him off or get away.

Finally the Toronto forward pulls into the driveway of his house. A simple two-story Canadian place, with a basement and tons of room.

“Welcome home, Kaner.”

Phil parks and turns the car off. Then he gets out and rounds the back, coming to the passenger side. He opens the door and unhooks the belt from Patrick. He wraps his arms around him and drags him out of the vehicle.

He closes the door and puts his arm around Patrick’s back, over his arms and hooks his hand over the Blackhawk winger’s left side. They walk up to the door and Phil forces him inside. He releases Patrick and turns to lock and bolt the door shut.

Then he spins around and licks his lips, grinning devilishly. Patrick blinks. Phil steps up to him and unravels the tape from his mouth. He balls it up and tosses it to the side. Immediately he grabs the blond’s face with his hands and plants his lips onto Patrick’s.

“So this is what your Captain tastes, eh? I like it. You taste as good as you look, sexy,” Phil compliments, before jamming his tongue in to explore and manages to draw out a moan from the man in his hold.

Gradually, Phil’s hands slide down Patrick’s body, in a soft, caressing motion. They end up on his hips.

“I hate you so much,” Patrick finally manages to snap.

Phil slides his hands behind Patrick and begins to grope the blond Blackhawk’s ass, rubbing his hands all over him, feeling his perfect roundness and curve. Patrick accidently humps Phil at the sudden feeling of a squeeze from the Leaf. He yelps and Phil pulls back, unlocking his lips from the Chicago player.

“What’s your problem, Kessel?”

“You, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that!!”

“You don’t have any power over me. But, you’re in luck, I’m done with the foreplay. I’m ready for the real stuff! The main course!” He wraps his arm roughly around Patrick’s neck and lead him around the corner and down a short hallway, into his master bedroom. It is Maple Leaf colors: blue and white.

He halts and closes the door, locking it shut. Then he continues walking Patrick to an already prepared bed. It is made up nicely. There are ropes dangling off of the poles that are attached to the head and foot boards. There are also handcuffs, positioned below the ropes.

“What the hell, man? How long did you plan on this?”

Phil rakes his fingers through the blond’s hair and responds with, “Last night. After the game, I set it up. I slept on the couch and then I finished it earlier this morning.”

“Stop touching me!”

“I won’t.”

“This is so illegal! When Jonny finds out--!”

“Jonny!” Phil spits the name out like a disgusting piece of food. “He won’t find you! And even if he did...I told you that I’d be ready for him. I’ll kill him before he can get to you. You’re my slave, Kaner and I’m NEVER letting you go.”

With this, Phil shoves Patrick onto the bed. He attaches the cuffs to Patrick’s ankles and then ties the ropes around him. The blond struggles, but fails to go anywhere. Next Phil unties the rope around Patrick’s wrists and then cuffs each wrist to the bed. He ties the ropes around his wrists as well.

Patrick is now spread eagle on the bed and completely helpless to move. He pulls and yanks his arms and legs, but eventually tires from the effort. He watches Phil, as the man walks over to a dresser, much like what Jonathan and Patrick have back in Chicago.

“Are you going to cooperate with me or still fight? I’m fine with either, but it is in your best interests if you don’t fight with me.”

“Fuck you!” Patrick spits, tossing his head to the side to glare at the man.

Phil smirks. “Hard way, eh? Fun.” He opens the top drawer and reaches inside. “I really wish you would just give into me, but hey, I’m flexible and I’ll just have to break you before we can have the real fun I suppose.”

Notes

Poor sweet Kanerboo...mean Phil Kessel. :(
Man...shit's gonna go down soon! 8((((((

Next up: Jonny discovers Kaner's missing and breaks down