Hawks Are Meant to Fly

Phil Kessel reaches into his dresser and pulls out some items of interest. He carries them over and places them down on the bedside table. Then he spins to Patrick, giving him a thoughtful glance-over. He is flummoxed, as he looks at the man there. “Well, I can’t fuck you up with those clothes on you...no, no. They must come off!”

“Fuck you Kessel! You won’t touch me again! I’ll fight you!”

Kessel laughs. “You, fight? Please, if thrashing about and screaming, “no, no...Kessel, please don’t” is your means of fighting, then sure, by all means fight. In fact, don’t just fight...maybe struggle for me!”

“Go to hell Kessel!”

“Struggle, like a little princess!”

“NEVER!!”

“Struggle for me Patrick.”

“Make me!”

Kessel glowers at him. He leans on the bed with one hand, pressed into the cushion of the bed and then with his other hand, he slides his hand into Patrick’s pants and grabs him tightly. Patrick bites his lip, refusing to give in. But the Leaf gives a yank and Patrick lets off a small squeaking noise. He bites his lip harder.

“So, Phil’s gonna have to make ya scream, eh? Fine. Time to make Patrick Kane scream!”

He slips his hand out and unbuttons Patrick’s pants. Then he unzips the zipper. He unclasps one of the cuff and frees his leg, then he frees the other leg. Patrick immediately kicks out, but Phil works hard and finally gets his pants and his boxers down his legs and off of him. He throws them to the side and struggles again to cuff Patrick’s ankles.

The blond is shaking his head and tearing up now. But he refuses to give up his fight. Phil unties and uncuffs his arms one at a time, cause luckily for the evil Toronto forward, he is wearing a button up shirt. He slides one arm out at a time, then re-clasps the cuff and re-ties the rope. He repeats the same thing with the other arm and removes the shirt completely from Patrick’s body.

Now he is lying on the bed, spread eagle, bound and naked. Kessel tosses the shirt to the pile and then proceeds to remove his own clothes. He strips naked and then puts his stuff into a pile on the floor. Then he jumps onto the bed and climbs onto Patrick’s body. The Maple Leaf leans forward and puts a hand on the Blackhawk’s sweaty blond locks and entangles his fingers. His other hand comes to the poor winger’s tear-stained cheeks. He cradles him gentle and then gradually drags his hand and fingers down and up, wiping the tears in the process.

Patrick shifts under him, but his cock brushes against Phil’s and he jerks away at the touch. The Leaf keeps his head still however, having his finger entwined in the blond locks.

“Are you going to whine, scream, beg, plead or what?”

“Get off of me!”

“Thought you’d say something like that, sweetie, here let me open that mouth of yours.” Kessel drops his head and presses his lips to Patrick’s. He jams his tongue in-between the blond’s lips and produces whining from him.

“Good boy, Patty.”

Patrick tries to bite Kessel, who bites him back. Before long, Patrick is squirming and twisting his body in the uncomfortable hold of the Leaf. The Toronto forward slides his hand down Patrick’s neck and slides is to his chest.

“No, please, no!!” Patrick moans, finally.

Phil cackles, digging his tongue in deeper and instigating the Blackhawk’s gag reflex. He coughs, but the Leaf doesn’t move his mouth. He pinches the nipple and rubs it hard and quick to stimulate Patrick, who squirms and thrashes about. His cries and screams are muffled by Kessel’s mouth. He yanks at Patrick’s hair with his other hand.

“Please, stop, Kess--AH!”

The Maple Leaf ignores him and suddenly his mouth shoots down to the erect nipple. He bites down hard on his hostage and Patrick bucks up, his back in an arch, as he attempts to throw his head back and yowl. More tears squirt from the Blackhawk forward’s eyes, as he tries to get his bearings. But Kessel nips him again on his other nipple.

He finally lets go of Patrick’s hair and gets up on his knees, taking himself into his hands. He moves up his body and hovers his cock and privates over Patrick’s face.

“No!” Patrick snaps, biting his lip again and shaking his head.

“Yes, open up princess...I really don’t want to waste all this and I really wanna come!!”

Patrick continues to shake his head. Phil sighs and keeps one hand holding his cock and the other, he forces Patrick’s mouth open. Then he jams his cock into Patrick’s mouth, making him gag. He whines, but Phil comes and releases into the Blackhawk’s mouth, forcing him to swallow.

Then he pulls himself out and kisses Patrick’s mouth. It’s too many disgusting tastes all at once for him and the Blackhawk winger gags again. But Kessel slides down him and sits between his legs now.

“Ready for me to make you scream some more?”

Patrick shakes his head. “KESSEL, DON’T! PLEASE!! NO!!”

“No means yes, dearest Peeksy.”

The Maple Leaf snickers, as he grabs Patrick’s cock into his hands. He takes an index finger and teases him, but tracing the entrance, then he suddenly jams his finger inside and then inserts another finger. Patrick jolts and screams sure enough. His body fidgets and shudders. Kessel pulls out.

“Such a pretty, pretty man…” Kessel cooes.

He jams his fingers in again and inserts a third. Patrick screams, throwing his head back. The handcuffs clang with the motion of his jerking body, but keep him in place. He pulls out finally once more.

Patrick’s head lolls back into place. He is crying and gasping for air. Kessel jams in a third time and adds his fourth finger somehow. The blond clenches and his head jerks backward again, eliciting another loud scream from him.

“Kess...please, please, please…” The poor winger is completely winded and breathless, as his head once more lolls into its normal position. He is sobbing now. “Please…”

Kessel pulls out and slides his hands up Patrick’s thighs to his waist. He just caresses him now. He lowers his head and presses his lips to Patrick’s cock, kissing him. He sticks out his tongue and drags it up and down fours times, covering his dick in slobber. Then his hands slide north, back up to his face. He cradles his cheeks and massages him with his thumbs. His mouth comes back to the blond’s and kisses him once again.

“Good princess, good. Kessel loves a good princess to fuck with.”

“Mmm,” Patrick moans back. “Hate you Kessel!”

“You won’t when I’m done with you.”

“I’ll never love you,” Patrick protests. “I love Jonny. Jonathan Bryan Toews. He is the only man I want to be with, fuck with and love!”

Kessel pulls back and glares at the brave blond. “Sorry to break it to you princess, but Jonny’s not going to have you. He never will. Not anymore. I’ve claimed you as mine and you’ll stay as mine!”

“Make me! You can’t make me love you!”

“You underestimate me Kanerboo, princess.” He strokes Patrick’s hair. “You so underestimate me.”

Patrick whimpers, unable to keep himself from doing so. “Kessel, let me go. Please, I just want to go back to Jonny. I miss him.”

“Continue to be disappointed, sweetheart. Now, I’m done talking...are you going to cooperate with me, or am I going to have to just continue doing things the hard way?”

“I’ll never love you Kessel! NEVER!! My heart belongs to Jonny!”

“But your cock and body belongs to me,” the Maple Leaf sneers, as he reaches over the Blackhawk and snatches up three things. The first is a pair of dirty underwear, which Phil balls up and stuffs into Patrick’s mouth. The second is a female’s scarf. He takes that and wraps it around the blond’s head and knots it in place. Then he takes the third item, which is a roll of tape. He tears the end off and wraps it around Patrick’s nose and nose, completely stifling him.

The Blackhawk manages pathetically pitiful noises from underneath and glares at Phil Kessel. But before he thinks that the Leaf is done, the man does something disgusting and surprising. He jerks off and splatters some remaining cum on Patrick’s neck and face. The winger gives a fierce struggle, which only turns Kessel on again. He explodes for a second time on Patrick, this time aiming for his sore nipples.

Then he cackles and climbs to the side. He lays beside Patrick and strokes his hair again. “You look so pretty in my cum...such a gorgeous masterpiece.”

He has enough and drags his hand down the left side of him and takes his cock once more and plays with it, causing Patrick to moan and groan underneath his gag. “While you spend some quiet time, I’m just going fondle you senseless. Maybe in an hour, we can try again.

Notes

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *shakes head to clear mental image of Kessel doing something like this*
Good luck and have fun. I dare you to read this while watching the game....just try it!! Go on. This is funny...in a sick, twisted way...! You know me. Read this during the Maple Leaf-Chicago game and read Devyatka during the Dallas-Boston game. Woooo!! Awkwardness!! (Y'all gonna feel like Reilly Smith after this! Haha!)
Actually, I think it'll be funny to read the on-ice chapter with Kessel first expressing his love for Kaner...haha! Man, this is weird. :P
Kazer is definitely WAY cuter a couple than Kessner! Yuck Kessner!


Next up: Jonny's Spiraling