Five-Hole (Evgeni Nabokov / Todd McLellan)
Title: Five-Hole (Part 1)
Author: revuko & sherlockelly
Pairing: Evgeni Nabokov/Todd McLellan
Rating: NC-17 like WHOA.
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary: Coach is getting tired of the five-hole slip-ups from his goaltender.
Author's Note: This is smut. This is the smuttiest smut that ever was smut.
Evgeni threw his keys onto the table and turned to lock the front door. He grunted exasperatedly, his shoulders slumping with the motion. Trudging down the hall, his shoes clacked against the hard-wood floor with each step, his fingers working into his closed eyes to rub out the images of the night.
The Sharks won in the first overtime in the ‘need-to-win’ game five against the Ducks. They forced a game six after seven minutes, but Evgeni knew that the fact the game lasted that long could only be placed on his shoulders, despite what the interviews would say tomorrow in the paper.
‘Everyone played great, it was a team effort. We’ll carry it over into the next game’
But the thing was that not everyone played great. They were up two-zero at the end of the second, but the Ducks came back to tie it in the last twenty minutes. He really needed to work on closing his five-hole.
Just as he was about to fall into his couch and mope about his poor performance, a rhythmic buzz vibrated against Evgeni’s tired thigh. Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Evgeni pulled out his phone from his jeans’ pocket, eyes widening when his coach’s number flashed in the dim light of his apartment.
Pressing the answer button with his thumb, Evgeni leaned back onto the couch, yawning before he pressed the speaker to his ear.
“Coach?” He looked to the clock flashing on the DVD player, sighing when the small 10:34 glared back at him.
“Wake up, get down to the rink right now,” Todd stated firmly, his tone suggesting little to argue.
Evgeni cocked his head in question anyway. He squinted, making sure that he was reading the clock right, but the time remained the same.
Sniffing, he turned his attention back to the oddly timed phone call.
“Did I lheave something there, coach?” he asked lightly.
“No,” was the short reply, “And you sure as hell didn’t show up with much. Get down here. We’re going to get you to learn to close your fucking legs.” And then he hung up, leaving the goaltender stunned, the harsh words rolling around in his mind.
Frowning, Evgeni dropped his hand into his lap, staring blankly at the phone clutched in his long fingers. At ten-thirty five, the man heaved himself up from the couch, grabbed his keys, and locked the front door, before he headed down to his car.
He arrived to the Tank merely minutes after the rather interesting call, Evgeni silently quite proud of his punctual appearance. After all, he could have made up an excuse not to come, or better yet, not have answered the phone at all; though that probably would not have boded well in the future. Either way, Evgeni was on-time, and that was what mattered.
Only his and Todd’s car occupied the parking lot, and Evgeni hurried inside to escape the cold nipping at his bare skin.
The maze of hallways beneath the rink was shrouded in darkness, long shadows stretching from parted doors, and creeping from the open rooms. Hurrying his pace, Evgeni wrapped his arms around his chest, believing it foolish to fear looking into a dark room, though still plagued with the lingering scares of childhood fantasies.
After minutes of weaving his way through the halls, a light finally shone out from the locker room, the beams warmed Evgeni’s cold skin, bathing him in a yellowish color before a shadow blocked the light once more.
Todd’s silhouette stood quietly for a moment; Evgeni froze to the spot, his mouth clamped shut from a mixture of confusion and undignified trepidation that came with standing in front of the man.
A gruff sigh left the shadow in the doorway, and he stepped back, his salt-and-peppered hair shining in the florescent lighting of the room.
“Suit up. You have a lot of work to do.”
An hour later, Evgeni was panting heavily with his back leaning against the crossbar of his goal. Todd was screaming at him from the blue-line, but he was advancing slowly, a distinct growl in his voice.
“No, no, no! How the hell is the team going to win if you can’t keep the puck from going through your legs every time?” he shouted, slapping his stick on the ice for emphases.
“I’m trying to ghet my stick down-”
“’Trying to get my stick down,’ bullshit! This trying isn’t getting you anywhere, goddamnit!” he barked, coming to a sudden stop a foot away from the exhausted goaltender. “Fuck, Nabokov, it’s like you’re a whore with everything getting in between your legs!”
The coach’s choice words made Evgeni’s eyes widen with surprise, and a blush rose on his already flushed face as he thought deeper into the harmless statement.
“If I wanted a whore I would go out and pay for one. We don’t pay you for that here… But then again, I’m sure you wished someone would.”
The words shot straight to Evgeni’s dick; the control over his body that the coach had scared him slightly, but the promising dominance was all the more exciting. The blush on his face grew more apparent, and his panting became more ragged, but not merely from fatigue.
Todd’s sharp glare sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, and Evgeni forced his eyes away.
“Don’t be embarrassed now, what the hell are you? Some kind of fucking pussy, too?!”
The wavering moan ripped from Evgeni’s throat before he could stop himself.
With large, frightened eyes, the goaltender watched as Todd stopped his verbal attack at the strained noise, his lips quirking with interest.
“Oh. Oh.”
Evgeni swallowed, and looked away again, awkwardly shaking off his glove to his free his hand.
Suddenly Todd’s body closed the small gap between them, and Evgeni snapped his head back, alarmed with the sudden contact. He leaned away, his lower back pressing into the goal in a desperate attempt to faze through the metal and escape the compromising position.
The smirk on his coach’s face grew. “Do you like it when I talk to you like that? Is that it?” Todd pressed his body into Evgeni’s until the man was practically bent backwards over the bar of the goal. “It sounded awfully like you do.”
Evgeni peered at him through the bars of his mask, afraid to confirm the statement.
“Take it off,” Todd growled at his knocked his fist on the goalie mask. Evgeni complied. “Take all of it off. I’m not going to let you dress like a goaltender when you’re not one.”
“Coach?”
“You’re not playing like a starting goaltender; you’re playing like a slut. Maybe that’s all you are. You can prove me right or wrong, but so far, I think you’re making it quite clear just how spread-wide you like your thighs.”
Evgeni swallowed hard, his eyes wide as saucers, the throbbing in his cock undeniable and embarrassing.
“So, since all you’ve shown me is how much of a whore you are, take it off.”
Todd stepped back to allow Evgeni room, but he was frozen to the spot.
The hand swatting him in the chest wrenched Evgeni from his stupor, and the sharp glare frightened him enough to begin moving. He started with his blocker to free his arm, and then with trembling fingers, the goaltender lifted his jersey over his head, tossing it to the side. He worked to unstrap the chest pads, stopping briefly as he watched Todd kneel before him, undoing the buckles on his leg pads, removing them with ease.
Todd stood back up and nodded at Evgeni expectantly as his breezers, socks, and chest guard all ended up in the pile. The only thing left on his body excluding his skates was his underwear, his jockstrap and his t-shirt.
“Turn around,” Todd growled appreciatively as the man did as he was told complacently. He watched in the glass as Todd approached him again from behind, yanking the tight shirt up over his head and discarding it casually.
Evgeni gripped the cold red metal of the net with one hand, his hips bending him forward, the other hand clutching a fistful of the mesh as Todd leaned into him, his rock-hard dick digging into the cleft of his ass through his underwear. The strap of his jock dug into his skin, the cup pinching him as his own cock filled out.
Todd’s hand reached around Evgeni’s waist, twisting at the strap, letting his fingers wander lower until his hand was cupping the hard plastic. His other hand fiddled with the buckle, finally releasing the mechanism, dropping the jock to the ice with the rest of Evgeni’s equipment.
“Look at yourself. Look how fast you stripped for me. You are a whore, aren’t you?” Todd grunted in Evgeni’s ear as he leaned over him, bending him further against the goal. “You’ll let anything between your legs.” Todd reached his hand up between Evgeni’s thighs, grabbing his cock roughly. The goaltender grunted in surprise, his whole body flinching with the forceful touch.
“What was that? Did you say something?” Todd rubbed his fingers over the knot of Evgeni’s crotch, teasing him. “It sounded like you had something to say to me.”
“N-no.” Evgeni’s knuckles were white as he held on to the goal, bending forward as far as he could, his hips thrusting into the warm palm massaging his cock.
The fingers suddenly tightened around him and Evgeni yelped, resting his forehead on the freezing metal, his ass pushed back into the warm figure behind him.
“You’re so easy.”
“N-no.”
“No? You’re spread so wide for me right now and I’ve done nothing but insult you.” Todd pulled his hand back from between Evgeni’s legs and put his hands on his hips, bucking his own forward to grind his erection on the fleshy mound of the goaltender’s ass.
“No! No! Dhon’t stop. Please.”
Todd’s icy fingers were now tugging at the waistband of Evgeni’s underwear, lowering them only to his mid-thigh.
“Beg,” the word fell sticky-sweet from Todd’s mouth, his fingers gripping Evgeni’s thighs hard.
“Please.”
“Please what? What do you want? You’re the one who’s been a slut all night, letting everyone in your crease… But then again, I bet you liked it, didn’t you?”
Evgeni whimpered but didn’t answer, thrusting his hips back against the bulge still rubbing the back of his thigh.
“Cat got your tongue, eh?” Todd swiveled his hips enough to get another whine from the goaltender. “Now’s when you’re going to get shy on me, I see.”
The coach clicked his tongue disapprovingly before he bent forward, his words puffing hotly over the shell Evgeni’s flushed ear. “But look at you, thrashing around, getting yourself all riled up because I’m not doing it for you. Why do I even ask? I know you like it.”
His left hand released its hold on Evgeni’s quivering flesh, the rush of icy air stinging the grooves that the fingernails made there. It traveled slowly up the shaking body, fiery to the touch. Todd’s fingers rose and fell as they pressed into every muscle, pushing harder until his grip was clawing painfully at the man’s rib cage. Ever so slowly his heated palm shaped over the contours of Evgeni’s body, rough and teasing.
An indignant whine left him, and he could feel the imprint from every fiber of the netting cut into his skin as he held on tighter. The prodding hand came up to his neck, his rapid pulse fluttering anxiously against the dull thrum of Todd’s thumb over his jugular. Swallowing dryly, Evgeni clenched his eyes shut and forced his hips back, the cold sweat beading on his body stinging like pin pricks. He needed warmth and contact. He needed Todd to finish what he started.
A predatory chuckle vibrated against his back as the older man leaned further over, his chest pressed up against Evgeni’s skin.
“See?” He murmured, his tongue darting out and tasting the tip of Evgeni’s ear, his hand in turn tugging forcefully at the lobe in the opposite direction.
He pulled back and his grip became determined once again.
“I asked if you see, you slut!”
At this, he hooked two of his fingers at the side of Evgeni’s open mouth, wrenching his head to the side and pressing down, his cheek becoming numb against the cold metal bar.
The reflection was hazy, but Evgeni could see Todd’s sturdy form bent over his in the glass, gleaming evilly as if in mockery.
“Do you-”
“Y-yes! I-I see it!” Evgeni nearly screamed, as Todd pressed his hot erection harder into the back of his thigh; his answering grunt was nearly as loud as his voice. The image distorted in the glass with his shout, the echo traveling the length of the ice until the rink was eerily silent, and Evgeni could see himself spread wide open for Todd once again.
“Really?” The other man scoffed, his other hand resting on Evgeni’s thigh rubbing deep circles into the flesh.
“Yes.”
Todd merely laughed, and his eyes met with Evgeni’s in their reflection in the glass. “The thing is that I don’t think you do.”
The goaltender’s already uneven breathing hitched when a cold hand skimmed around to the back of his thigh and inward, the back of Todd’s knuckles grazing over the sensitive skin as they drifted higher. Todd’s other hand was stroking Evgeni’s flushed cheek in patronizingly rough movements. His fingertips grazed over the parted lips.
“Suck them.”
Evgeni shuddered briefly from the mixed sensations shooting through his body before he closed his lips around the digits and sucked them, hard.
The cool ring adorning a finger clashed with the unbearable heat of the skin on skin at his inner thigh. Evgeni clenched his jaw, but was careful of the fingers prodding at his tongue, his stomach muscles clenching and relaxing as the air churned violently in his lungs. Each jerky movement he made and every agonizing inch of skin that Todd gained could be seen clearly now in the reflection. Evgeni watched it intently; he could see the furious red blush run all the way down to his chest when he saw his legs spread farther apart for the other man to access more.
A dark shadow passed over Todd’s eyes as he finally held Evgeni’s slick, heavy cock in his weathered palm again.
“Such a fucking whore.” He whispered, shaking his head in shame, never once breaking the connection between his and Evgeni’s eyes in the glass. “Twice, the puck went right. Through. Here.”
He punctuated his hissed words with a sharp movement of his hand. He gripped the base of Evgeni’s dick tightly, then he was pressing into the sensitive spot right behind Evgeni’s balls, and finally he trailed up the crease of his ass, lingering for a moment at the hot contracting hole, before the teasing hand rested at the small of Evgeni’s back.
He was panting hard by now, his attention to the fingers long forgotten, but Todd’s mouth curled into a smirk and smothered Evgeni’s open mouth with his spit-slicked hand, stopping Evgeni from wheezing any words out.
“And they scored. But it’s not like you tried to stop them.” Todd’s nails brushed up the goaltender’s long spine and an answering shudder ripped through him. Evgeni ground himself back even more vigorously to steady his knees, feeling the coach’s roaming hand clamp down on his shoulder.
“Just like you aren’t stopping me now.” He used his grasp on Evgeni’s shoulder for leverage, rubbing the cold denim of his jeans into the hot skin. The metal button almost burned it was so cold. “Here I am, about to score, and you’re just going to let me.”
Evgeni saw himself nod, the wicked smile dancing across the coach’s face enough to make him look down again. He could see himself in the ice as well, from the bottom up. His cock curled up and out between his wide open legs. He grunted, closing his eyes against the image.
“You’re not just letting me; you’re setting me up for the shot.” Evgeni could feel Todd’s body curve against his once again, the hot lips back at his ear, ghosting warm breath over his hot-flushed cheek. “You get off on seeing them use you. And that’s why you’re going to watch me. You can pretend that you aren’t looking, but we both know that you can see exactly what’s going on.”
Through the dull sheen of the uncut ice, Evgeni watched as one of Todd’s hands unclamped itself from Evgeni’s open mouth, and tangled in with his unkempt hair. The other hand drifted from its perch on his shoulder to slide down and around, across his pectoral, skimming over the puckered nipple. The hard bud stung from the cold and Evgeni whined with the warm contact. Todd’s hand continued its trail until his arm was clutched around the goaltender’s middle, his fingers running horizontal across his quivering abs.
Evgeni’s loud breathing caught in his throat as he watched the hand drift lower, wrapping around his length once more. The embarrassed flush bled over his exposed skin as he saw his own legs get even wider, lowering his bottom enough that Todd’s cock was now in line with his hole. The heavy moan spilled from his lips when the metallic button brushed against the puckered skin, causing him to flinch away only slightly.
Todd’s laugh rumbled through the empty space of the rink as he watched Evgeni thrust forward, his cock into the warm hand encasing him, and then back, rubbing his tight opening against the harsh denim.
“You can’t even decide what you want more. Such a slut, I’ll bet you’d beg for both.” The hand on his cock released once again and Evgeni whined in protest. “Don’t worry; I’ll give you what you need.”
The jangle of Todd’s belt from behind him seemed to be everywhere, followed by the rip of the zipper and rustling of heavy fabric. Evgeni could see Todd’s hand reaching between his thighs before he could feel it, the cool sticky spit-covered fingers rubbing against his asshole. His voice hitched and his knees bent, letting his body bear down on the probing digits.
“You let two in tonight, bet you could do it again now,” and with that, Todd pushed two fingers inside Evgeni at once, feeling the goaltender buck back onto his hand, body slouching forward with the intrusion.
The slumped man let go of a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, the steady puffs of his sharp breathing clouding from his mouth as he pushed back harder, trying to force the fingers deeper inside of him.
“Look at yourself, so desperate for me to fuck you that you’re trying to do it yourself.”
Evgeni was looking. He turned his head to the side again, watching the bow of his body as he rocked back into the man behind him, cock nearly parallel with the floor, blushing a furious red.
Todd crooked his fingers, causing a string of violent Russian to spill forth from the goaltender’s mouth, hips thrust back viciously to feel more, deeper. As his coach stepped in closer, he could feel Todd’s own hard dick between his legs, brushing against his inner thigh.
He turned his head to look back down, see himself again from underneath, but the sudden pump of Todd’s fingers, out and in, left his head spinning. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he waited for the man to do it again. But he didn’t.
Evgeni grunted indignantly, shoving his hips back and wiggling to encourage Todd to do it again.
“Be good, slut,” Todd breathed hotly over Evgeni’s bare back. The frozen air rising from the ice and the coach’s hot words sent goosebumps down the length of his body; he could even see the pimpled flesh when he stared hard into the ice beneath him, searching for why the man’s hands could have stopped. His chest was heaving and each inhalation he took was like a long, needy whine.
The soothing shush from behind did little to calm his nerves, and Evgeni pressed back further, feeling the thick knuckles push past his tight ring of flexing muscle. He clamped his insides down on the digits, screwing his eyes shut as the sharp pain dulled to a throbbing pleasure. He chose to ignore the mocking chuckle that tickled over his back before Todd began whispering huskily again.
“If you’re going to whore yourself out even more, boy, I would tip you for your troubles.” He spread the two fingers wide deep inside Evgeni. The hot slick flesh prodded back, and the goaltender moaned gutturally as Todd massaged the walls of his ass.
“But I still haven’t heard you beg yet.”
His fingers were removed painfully fast, and Evgeni shrunk in on himself to force away the pain. Todd’s hand whistled through the stagnant air, and his freezing palm came in contact with the fleshy mound of Evgeni’s wriggling ass.
A loud smack reverberated throughout the entire building, and Evgeni gasped for air, his bottom stinging numbly from the power behind Todd’s hand.
“Beg for me,” Todd’s open palm pressed into the stinging skin. “If you want it so much, let’s hear it.”
“Please.” Evgeni’s body jerked as another slap to his ass jarred him forward, his fingers twisting tighter in the netting.
“Please what? That doesn’t sound to me like you want it at all, and we both know that isn’t true.”
Another smack of skin-on-skin echoed around the ice as Evgeni’s knees wobbled, trying to stay upright against the force of the blow. Again, Todd’s fingers deftly massaged the reddening welt his hand left, the soothing pressure causing Evgeni to purr as his arched into the touch.
As soon as he was complacent, another biting slap whistled through the cold air. Evgeni hissed through his teeth, fighting to find air through his shock.
“Please! Please fuck me, please. I need it, I need it!” The goaltender wheezed out his words, biting hard on his lip with another sharp strike from Todd’s open palm.
“I know you need it. Tell me how badly.” There was another solid spank, this time to the other cheek. Evgeni flinched with the unexpected, both sides of his ass stinging in the blistering cold of the arena.
“So bad. Oh ghod, please. I need it more than anything. Please fuck me, you have to.”
“If I don’t?” Todd grazed the pad of his thumb of over the tightly puckered opening, feeling it contract as he laid another smack to the goaltender’s still-wiggling bottom.
“You have to! Please!” Evgeni bounced on his knees, rubbing his entrance against Todd’s thumb and grunting with the simple contact.
“Suddenly now you’ve got an awful lot to say.” The coach continued to tease him with his fingers, pushing just enough to feel the tensed muscles of Evgeni’s hole give way, but pulling back before he got deep enough for any real satisfaction.
“Please.”
Evgeni caught sight of their reflection once more in the ice beneath him; the way Todd’s fingers darted quickly in and out against him, the nudge of his ass backwards, urging Todd on. He couldn’t contain his whine of frustration as his body twisted grotesquely for more contact, always just out of the reach of his hips. Then the hand petting him was gone, nothing but stinging flesh and an achingly empty ass left for Evgeni to wave about in the cold air.
There was the familiar sound of spitting from behind him and Evgeni’s eyes screwed shut, his movements stilling as he waiting for some sign of what to come.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account. Let me see you want it as bad as you say.”
He grunted again, shifting his weight from leg to leg in the hope that his cock would brush against his own thigh. His ass pushed into the air and back, simulating being fucked as Evgeni hoped that enough enticing would bring Todd to comply.
There was another spitting noise from behind him followed by the slick sound of wet on skin and Todd’s gruff sigh of approval.
Evgeni felt a sticky-slick hand rest on his lower back, guiding his thrusts in a subtler rhythm.
“Don’t tire yourself out before I get a chance at you,” Todd’s whisper was harsh in the crisp air and Evgeni shivered at the tip of the coach’s slicked cock, already cold from the icy arena, nudged at his asshole with firm pressure, the intensions undeniable.
“I need it,” Evgeni’s voice sobbed from his lungs, desperate for something more.
And with that, Todd buried himself inside of Evgeni with a quick, brutal thrust, the chill of his spit cooling Evgeni from the inside out and Todd moaned loudly as a violent shudder ripped through the goaltender’s body.
“Easy. It’s my turn,” Todd pushed the bones of his pelvis hard against Evgeni’s ass, reveling in the way the protruding hipbones dipped into the soft globes. His fingers pressed into Evgeni’s own hipbones, stilling his frantic backwards movements. Todd waited to move until the impatience in Evgeni’s whining grunts were more than apparent.
“If you want more you have to ask for it.” He grinned wickedly, playing Evgeni exactly as he wanted.
“Please, move.” Evgeni’s body trembled with need as Todd remained still inside of him, stretching the ring of his ass but stopping before going any further.
“Like this?” Todd barely moved, his fingers still grabbing roughly to the goaltender’s taut skin. The frustrated noises grew louder.
“Fuck me!” Evgeni’s voice exploded from his lungs, he tossed his head to the side, and watched their reflections once more, Todd positioned behind him, smiling wildly.
“Told you that you were a slut,” Todd hissed, and with that, he pistoned his hips back and forwards, hard enough to slap the skin of his balls against Evgeni’s ass.
Their joint moans echoed around the arena, filling Evgeni’s ears with his own desperation. His own cock bobbed abandoned in front of him, chilled with the cold air, dripping precome onto the ice. He wanted to reach down and touch himself, but he knew that if he did, it would all be over. He’d have to ask.
Before he could, Todd moved his hips to pound into Evgeni again at a particularly harsh angle. The goaltender moaned abruptly, bucking back into the push. His knees wobbled uncontrollably and Todd found himself having to hold the man up, unsteady on his skates.
“S’ok, hold still,” Todd’s voice had shifted from his earlier harsh tone, now clouded with lust. He pulled his hips back and thrust in again at the same angle, rewarded again with another irrepressible moan.
“That feel good right there?” He pushed in again. The incoherent noises poured from Evgeni’s mouth, his fingers wrenched up in the netting of the goal. He had moved to brace his skates on the posts of the goal, his legs spread as wide as he could spread them without collapsing.
“Again, ghod, please!”
Todd complied, shoving in harder still than he had been, groaning as the man underneath him squirmed ruthlessly.
“Don’t hold back,” Todd’s hand left Evgeni’s hips for a moment, caressing the twitching skin down the length of his ribcage, over his abs until his fingers were brushing against the wiry curls outlining his straining dick.
Evgeni grunted in anticipation, his voice only growing louder as Todd pushed into him once more, brushing against the hard knot of nerves against the inner walls of his ass. He was practically shouting and in another other situation, that would have embarrassed him. But in this situation, his cries seemed to only fuel on his coach.
Finally, the freezing fingers wrapped around his needy length and Evgeni yelped in surprise and relief, dissolving into a series of begging and whimpering.
“I can’t understand you,” Todd stroked his long fingers up the length of Evgeni’s dripping cock, smearing the precome across the length. “Christ, you’re fucking dripping you want this so badly. You feel how bad you want this? You ought to learn to control yourself.”
His fingertips stroked delicately over the sensitive head of Evgeni’s purpling dick. The goaltender shoved hard into his warm palm.
“Please touch me, please.”
“I am touching you,” the gentle strokes contrasted with the brutal thrusts were driving Evgeni mad. The noises coming from his throat were animalistic and desperate. Todd thrust again against his prostate, sending him into another chorus of shameless whines and pleading.
“Harder,” was the only word in the barrage of Russian and nonsense that Todd could decipher.
He complied, simultaneously stroking the shaft of Evgeni’s cock in time with his enthusiastic shoves.
The moan that spilled from the goaltender’s mouth puffed from his wide-open mouth like a fog, and his trembling body squirmed against Todd’s in such a way, that it made the older man’s patronizing voice catch in his throat.
Hips stilling to regain his composure, Todd hissed in a shaky breath and tightened his hold on the heavy cock in his hand, while his eyes widened with surprise at his actions. Evgeni whined with utter frustration at the moment’s pause, the garbled Russian escaping his mouth sounding desperate and angry at the same time.
Without warning, Evgeni growled and thrust back, impaling himself in quick, hard movements. His insides rippled, encasing his coach’s dick with his slippery, spasming, muscles.
Finally, the air seemed to reach Todd, and his grip tightened at the sharp hip to control Evgeni’s wild pace. The man trembled in his hands as he pumped the slick length slowly, his thrusts relaxing as well. The smile on his face appeared once more when Evgeni’s pleads picked up again.
Pushing his hips forward until his cock was shoved up Evgeni’s tight ass to the hilt, Todd leaned over, his chest flush against the flexing back. His hot whisper dripped from his mouth when the man beneath him quieted his whimpers of distress.
“I knew you’d be good at this.”
Evgeni grunted, and Todd pressed their cheeks together, staring at their reflection in the glass.
“So tell me, who have you been fucking?”
Evgeni’s eyes flew open, and the flush covering his body renewed with force. His lips were pressed together in a white line, and Todd chuckled, stroking the length in his hand leisurely.
“Is it Boyle? Maybe you two have been screwing since you were in Kentucky.” He flexed his cock, and Evgeni bit his bottom lip harder. “Or maybe it’s Semenov, the Russian in you making you so fucking hot for each other. I bet you’d even suck off a rookie if they asked you to.”
“I-it’s no one,” Evgeni whispered, his eyes darting to the side to avoid Todd’s sight in the glass.
Shaking his head, Todd bucked forward, the bones of his hips pushing forcefully into the globes of Evgeni’s ass when his cock wouldn’t reach any further. The swollen head of his dick rubbed against that spot deep inside Evgeni, and desperate keens for the hot friction ripped from his throat.
“There’s no need for lying now, whore. You can tell me… who is it?”
“No one!” Evgeni tried to make his voice more forceful, more convincing, but knew immediately he’d failed.
Todd stilled his fist at the base of Evgeni’s cock, stopping the hot pulse of blood from reaching the hardened muscle. The goaltender cried out in protest, the building of release in his balls immediately subdued.
“Bullshit. You take cock too well for this to be the first time.”
The coach pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock was still encased by the ring of muscle and shoved back in hard, slamming against the hardened spot on the slick walls. The movements were quick and punishing, pistoning in and out against that one spot deep inside of the goaltender.
Evgeni sobbed in pleasure, the continuous thrusts bringing him to the very edge, only to crash back to down with an expert squeeze of Todd’s fingers, stopping any form of release. His balls ached with a heaviness that he desperately wanted to expel, the relief of orgasm so close, so deliciously eminent that he could feel the rippling in his bones.
“Are you going to tell me? I can do this all fucking night. Normally a slut like you would get off on that, but I can tell that you want it now. Maybe so you can get home to screw the one on my team that you are refusing to tell me about.”
Another shove of Todd’s hips and pinch of his fingers and Evgeni was shivering with desire. Evgeni glanced up to catch the coach’s eyes in the reflective glass, an impious sneer marring his flushed face.
“Bet you like ‘em young, eh? Willing to do anything to you, anything you ask them to do.”
Two more quick shoves of Todd’s hips and Evgeni and blinking back tears, the overwhelming feeling of being stuck right on the ledge, his surging blood pulsing rapidly his veins, making him dizzy.
“Who am I?” he hissed, the words sharp of his tongue like a snake’s.
“T-Todd McLellan?” Evgeni whimpered back, confusion clouding his mind along with his unfulfilled desire.
“Besides that.”
“Coach?”
“Whose coach, goddamnit!”
Evgeni moaned and thrashed in his spot, his ass grinding desperately into the pelvis behind him, and he pressed his forehead into the burning cold metal of the goal.
“M-mine! You’re my coach.”
“Exactly. So tell me, who else has had their dick up your ass?” Todd closed his fist even harder and Evgeni yelped in pain.
“Torrey!” the goaltender finally squeaked out, squirming violently in an attempt to release the unyielding grasp of his coach.
Todd released the tight seal only slightly, pushing again into Evgeni’s prostate and riding his violent shiver as the blood rushed forcefully back into the length of his cock.
“And Dougie!” he howled, bucking back to impale himself further on Todd’s dick.
Todd’s grin seemed to spread even wider across his face. With another rough thrust, he resumed his long, teasing strokes up the length of Evgeni’s throbbing member.
“Well, seems my entire team has got their extracurriculars.”
Evgeni grunted as the coach’s calloused fingers brushed against his weeping slit.
“Who fucks you better?”
“I dhon’t know!” Evgeni was gasping now, the constant assault on his prostate and the sore throbbing of impending orgasm snaking up through the length of his shaft.
“You know, you whore. Which one of those two is best at making you scream their name? Who do you call at three in the morning to sneak into your hotel room and work you over until you beg them to come, like you’re going to beg me?”
“I dhon’t-“
“You do know, boy. Don’t act like you don’t,” another brutal thrust punctuated Todd’s comment. “If I leave you here, if I tie you to these posts and I leave you here hot and hard and begging to come, who would you scream for?”
“I-”
“Tell me!” Todd roared, his fingers clamping down around the reddening shaft, and Evgeni sobbed for release.
“Dougie!” he screamed, his raw voice bouncing off the ice, snaking through the eighteen thousand seats, and echoing in the rafters high above their heads.
The sadistic grin on Todd’s face stretched even further, but his grip remained the same, unwavering to the vocal pleading that poured freely from the goaltender’s mouth.
“And why would that be?” the coach asked softly, his tone betraying every inch of his person.
“W-what?” Evgeni hissed out breathily, his lungs contracting and aching for more air.
“How does he make you scream like I’m making you? What does he do that makes you his bitch?”
“I dhont-”
“No, stop. You’re done.” Todd’s glare was frightening as he pulled his rock hard erection out from Evgeni’s ass.
Evgeni wanted to beg the man to stop, but it came out as wanton cry, his ass pushing back as far as it could go before he would lose his balance. He was only met with the frozen air and no cock to fill him.
Todd took his hands away and slowly began to remove his tie, his eyes never once leaving Evgeni’s horrified stare in the glass. He pulled the material until it slipped from his thick neck, and he held it tautly in front of him.
Leaning over the still body, Todd wove the tie between the netting and around Evgeni’s shaking wrists. His seeping dick rubbed up the crease of Evgeni’s ass with each subtle movement he made, but filling the goaltender with none of the pleasure he was craving for. The man was petrified with arousal and fear, Todd could feel it as the shudders still ran through them.
Evgeni’s breathing quickened, and he pulled at the restraints, but it was useless, he was stuck.
Stepping back, Todd’s glare vanished and the calm façade masked his emotions. He stuck his hand into his pant’s pocket, still wrapped around his knees, and pulled out his phone.
“I could call Murray now so that he can collect his whore, before he goes to bed. Or maybe he could listen while I fuck you. Or maybe you could just tell me.
“Which is it going to be?”
Evgeni shivered as Todd’s icy fingers stroked the length of his spine, his other hand flipping the phone open and closed, awaiting an answer. He fought against the tight knots digging into his wrists, wedging his skates harder into the metal in an attempt to leverage his tugs.
The hollow series of beeps swam in Evgeni’s head as he heard the distant ring. He started to thrash harder, only succeeding in tightening the knots.
“‘Ello?” The familiar accent sounded far away and sleepy.
“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! I promise!” Evgeni’s voice exploded forth from his throat.
“Coach?” Murray sounded confused and Evgeni flinched.
“Never mind, everything is under control. I’ll see you for practice tomorrow.” The phone clicked loudly shut and Todd dropped it on top of the net where it fell against Evgeni’s hand, the cold plastic soothing the raw-red where the tie fabric scrubbed at his skin.
“It’s always got to be the hard way with you, doesn’t it? You can never just listen to me. Then again, that’s the whole reason we’re here, isn’t it?”
Todd reached out to pet the furiously blushing cheek, his fingers trailing over the hot skin and grabbing hold again of the mussed hair.
“So, what does he do? How does he touch you to keep you coming back?” Todd gave a yank on the goaltender’s hair, tipping his head back to force him to make eye contact again in the glass.
“If you’re not going to answer me, I should get him back on the phone.”
“I’ll tell yhou! Promise you won’t call him!” Evgeni turned his head against the coach’s grip, exposing the column of his neck.
“I don’t know, you still haven’t told me.” Todd gave another rough tug to Evgeni’s hair.
“He does this! Lhike this!”
“Like this? He ties you to the goal, too? I don’t think so.”
“N-no. Hard. M-mhakes me watch.” Todd let go of the hair, his hand dropping to graze the tensed shoulders.
“You like to see yourself take it up the ass?” The coach leaned forward again; his hard dick sliding up the length of Evgeni’s spread cheeks, teasing him as the head of his cock slid gently over the stretched opening.
“Iya do what he tells me.”
“He tells you to watch?” There was a smile in Todd’s voice as he leaned in again, ghosting his hot breath over the pink-tinged ears.
“Always.” Evgeni bucked back into the teasing rub of Todd’s cock against his hole.
“And do you like it?”
“Yes,” Evgeni croaked out the word like a secret, standing up a bit straighter as Todd leaned away from him to stand upright again.
“How does he fuck you?” Todd’s blunt nails scraped lightly over the cold skin, another shiver rippling through the goaltender from shoulders to hips.
“O-on my hands and knees. Dhown on the floor. Always on the floor.”
“Does he let you come?” Todd was still rocking his hips, sliding his weighty cock over the expanse of Evgeni’s ass cheeks.
“S-sometimes. When I’m good.”
“Mmm, sounds like he and I have that in common.”
Evgeni begin his thrashing again, his knees trembling to support his weight, balls still heavy with the need for release, cock swaying in front of him.
“No! No! Please! Let me! Please! I’ll be good!”
“Shh, relax. You’ve been good. A bit stubborn, but I’m so far pleased with you.”
Evgeni’s relieved sigh shuddered through him, but before he could whisper his dutiful “thank you,” Todd raked his nails down the icy skin of his back, a fiery pain exploding from the overly-sensitive nerves.
“But I’m not so sure that it’s up to me. After all, you seem to belong to someone else. Maybe Dougie would be pleased to see you like this, too. Maybe we should check with him.”
Stunned, Evgeni could barely croak a protest from his chapped lips before the phone lying innocently next to his bound hands started vibrating. Todd looked over his shoulder passively, a lazy smile spreading over his face as he read the number.
“Looks like he’s curious as to why we called so late, Nabokov,” the man offered lightly, before he picked up the phone and showed Murray’s name flashing on the screen. “Talk to him.”
“Bhut you promised-!”
“I promised I wouldn’t call him. And look, he’s calling us. Besides,” Todd’s lips grazed over the shell of Evgeni’s ear, “We definitely never said anything about you begging him to be able to come.”
Evgeni tried to gasp in protest, but before he could, the freezing plastic was pressed against his face and a familiar but confused voice filled his ear.
“Coach? Is ever’thing all right?” Evgeni saw Todd’s reflection nod in encouragement, his free hand caressing the swell of Evgeni’s ass.
“‘Ello? Coach?”
“…D-Doug?”
“‘Eah. Didju need something? I ‘eard shouting.”
“Um-OH!” Evgeni jerked suddenly as Todd shoved three fingers easily into his ass, springing his cock back to life.
“Nabby? S’at you? Where’s Coach?” Doug’s drowsy accent only added to Evgeni’s arousal.
“Oh, Doug, um…” the goaltender tried to focus on what he was saying but Todd’s fingers were now stretching him open, reaching to stroke against the bunch of nerves hidden in the slick walls.
“Are y’okay?”
“Ughn, please!” Todd struggled to keep the phone level with Evgeni’s ear as the man bucked his hips back to take Todd’s fingers deeper.
“Pleaze what? Something wrong? Where are you?” Doug perked up at the desperate plea.
The phone was slipping from Evgeni’s ear, and the man’s frantically confused voice rose and fell when Todd’s hand jostled with their combined thrusts. Grunting impatiently as Evgeni melted into a puddle of mumbled Russian words, none of which the Swedish man could understand, Todd put the call on speaker and threw his cellphone down on the tied wrists.
“We’re at the rink.”
“…What?” the static-laden voice asked, all traces of sleep gone from his tone.
Evgeni bit his bottom lip, the prayers he was muttering in his native tongue long forgotten when Doug asked what he had been dreading.
“Didju want me to come?”
The coach chuckled while the man writhing beneath him screwed his eyes shut at Douglas’ ironic choice of words.
Leaning forward so that his fingers were shoved all the way up Evgeni’s loosened hole, Todd spoke evenly into the speaker.
“I know Nabokov here is begging for you to.” He tilted his head down, his lips trailing over the ridge of the sweat-slicked nose. “Isn’t that right?” he whispered just loud enough that Evgeni knew that Douglas could still hear.
“P-please,” he cried, cursing the fingers inside of him for making the words leave his mouth flippantly.
Todd’s mouth trailed over Evgeni’s cheek and he bit down on the man’s reddened ear, eliciting a surprised yelp, echoing loudly on the other side of the line.
“Please what?” Todd whispered, this time only loud enough for Evgeni to hear.
“Jesus fhucking Christ! Douglas, please. Please come, shit. Please come.”
“I’m on my way, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” The screen glowed, signaling that Douglas had hung up.
Todd laughed again, his fingertips grazing the hardened spot that made the goaltender writhe and curse in his native Russian.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he parroted, leaning back and allowing his long torso to brush against Evgeni’s back. “I think we’ll let Murray decide whether or not you’ve been good enough.”
Evgeni whimpered as the digits inside of him slipped out slowly, brushing against the inner walls as they did. Immediately the emptiness was replaced once more with Todd’s cock, stretching wider and pushing deeper than his fingers could. The goaltender bent forward as best he could, spreading his cheeks wider with the motion, desperate for more.
“After all, I know you’re never satisfied with only one.”
As good as it felt, the head of Todd’s cock grinding against him, Evgeni knew it would be at least ten minutes for Douglas got from his apartment to the rink. Maybe less if he was hurrying. But either way, the constant barrage of pleasure with no hope for release was maddening.
Todd pistoned his hips again, as he had earlier: quick and brutal. Evgeni felt himself open up to the movements of the older man. Each tiny swivel of the coach’s hips built the pressure in his gut and Evgeni thrust back to match the movements. His legs ached from supporting himself for so long, but the burn in his calves was nothing compared to the pleasure from the extra bit of push.
Todd’s fingers dug into the muscular thighs of the goaltender, guiding his frantic motions. The spirals of pleasure twisted out from where Todd continued to assault his prostate, but the relief of orgasm was just out of reach. Evgeni knew it was useless. Unless Todd, or someone touched him, he’d only be just close enough. His hands itched for release from their bindings, wanting so badly to wrap around his length and stroke himself to completion.
The coach leaned forward, supporting some of his body weight on Evgeni’s back, the sheen of sweat cooling in the air, but allowing the slick skin to glide together, building a warming friction. He released one of the hands squeezing Evgeni’s pelvis, reaching out instead to grab the cold metal of the goal post.
The slight lean to the left guided Todd’s cock into a not-yet-reached area deep inside of Evgeni and the goaltender shouted out his approval of the new sensation. With his arm for leverage, the coach was able to shove harder, the tip of his cock prodding mercilessly into the sensitive walls of Evgeni’s ass.
The goaltender’s back arched at Todd’s forehead came to rest between his protruding shoulder blades. The coach released his other hipbone, grabbing the crossbar on the other side of Evgeni.
Evgeni could feel the hot puffs of Todd’s erratic breathing over his goosebumped skin. The frantic breaths rolling down his spine sent a shiver coursing through him. As his ass wiggled and tightened with the shudder, Todd cried out, shoving in again. The steady rhythm of his thrusts was quickly dissipating.
He came when he was buried deep in the tight channel, filling Evgeni completely with the sticky fluid, the only warmth in the entire building. Todd choked out a pleasured sob, jerking at the goaltender’s untouched cock with the unsuspected sound. But the noise did not last long, and it was soon replaced by Evgeni’s hiss of pain when the older man sunk his teeth into his right shoulder to quiet the vocal pants that matched the tempo of his wild thrusts.
Wet slapping of skin-on-skin surrounded them when Todd regained his composure. Evgeni could feel his coach’s come leaking out of his spread open hole, and his thighs quivered at the prickling it created as it trickled down his legs.
Before he could even catch his breath and plead with honey-sweet words for Todd to get him off, the man pulled out of him roughly, and the distinct rustling of slacks were heard, followed by the closure of a metal zipper.
Evgeni began to panic and he pulled at his restraints with renewed vigor, but the knot remained as tight as ever. His knees buckled when no support was given to his shaky body, and Evgeni slumped, his bound wrists chaffing as they were the only thing keeping him from falling to the ice in a heap of whimpers.
The tickle of the come as it dripped down his legs was driving him mad, warm turning quickly cold, the chloriney smell wafting up between his legs. Evgeni’s dick jumped in anticipation, desiring his own long awaited orgasm.
He lifted his head from the bar just in time to catch Todd tucking his dress shirt back in. The coach grinned wickedly at him, his eyes sparkling under the lights of the rink. He reached for his phone, still resting near Evgeni’s tied hands, leaning down to graze his teeth over the man’s ear.
“I’ll tell him you were a very good little whore. I’m sure it will make him proud. Maybe he’ll even reward you.” As Todd stepped back, he gave one final slap to the still-red skin of Evgeni’s ass, causing the man to grunt and jerk his hips in surprise. A new flood of come gushed down his leg, dripping onto the ice.
Tilting his head up, his brow peeling away from the cold metal, Evgeni watched with pleading eyes as Todd looked back aloofly.
“Please,” the goaltender whined, his arousal pulsing too strongly in his veins for him to care about his submissive behavior.
His coach chuckled, and his reflection shook its head in mock disbelief. Evgeni whined loudly, his back arching when he yanked his hands this way and that as Todd began collecting the equipment strewn about the ice.
“Don’t tire yourself out before Douglas gets to you now,” the man laughed as he threw the chest guard over his shoulder.
“Y-you can’t lheave me like this.” Evgeni hoped with all his heart that his hesitant words were right.
He bit his bottom lip as Todd picked up the jersey and shirt, throwing them over his free shoulder and grabbing a handful of the shorts.
“Watch me.”
He kicked both of the leg pads toward the open bench door and sent a pointed look in the glass, before turning away. The shredding of Todd’s skates on the ice and the reflection of his retreating body into the locker rooms and Evgeni knew he was alone.
--TO BE CONTINUED--
PART TWO!
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A/N cont'd: WOW! First of all, that was LONG! (SO LONG THAT I HAD TO BREAK IT INTO TWO PARTS HAHAHA!) But we both are happy if you made it this far! :D
Aren't you curious as to where we go from here?
Second, Caroline and I both love Todd, and even though we depicted him here as a sadisticly dominant guy, we both totally love him and would totally do him.
Third of all... revuko has a birthday coming up soon. And by soon I mean 4 days! Since you may not know what she wants, I will tell you: (a) REVIEWS! and (b) For you to write Sharks stories/smut! Please consider what your thoughtful donation would do to improve the birthday of this lovely 2m4s contributor.
And, you know, I don't want to be the one to say it, but she is totally mean enough to withhold the ending.
Author: revuko & sherlockelly
Pairing: Evgeni Nabokov/Todd McLellan
Rating: NC-17 like WHOA.
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary: Coach is getting tired of the five-hole slip-ups from his goaltender.
Author's Note: This is smut. This is the smuttiest smut that ever was smut.
Evgeni threw his keys onto the table and turned to lock the front door. He grunted exasperatedly, his shoulders slumping with the motion. Trudging down the hall, his shoes clacked against the hard-wood floor with each step, his fingers working into his closed eyes to rub out the images of the night.
The Sharks won in the first overtime in the ‘need-to-win’ game five against the Ducks. They forced a game six after seven minutes, but Evgeni knew that the fact the game lasted that long could only be placed on his shoulders, despite what the interviews would say tomorrow in the paper.
‘Everyone played great, it was a team effort. We’ll carry it over into the next game’
But the thing was that not everyone played great. They were up two-zero at the end of the second, but the Ducks came back to tie it in the last twenty minutes. He really needed to work on closing his five-hole.
Just as he was about to fall into his couch and mope about his poor performance, a rhythmic buzz vibrated against Evgeni’s tired thigh. Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Evgeni pulled out his phone from his jeans’ pocket, eyes widening when his coach’s number flashed in the dim light of his apartment.
Pressing the answer button with his thumb, Evgeni leaned back onto the couch, yawning before he pressed the speaker to his ear.
“Coach?” He looked to the clock flashing on the DVD player, sighing when the small 10:34 glared back at him.
“Wake up, get down to the rink right now,” Todd stated firmly, his tone suggesting little to argue.
Evgeni cocked his head in question anyway. He squinted, making sure that he was reading the clock right, but the time remained the same.
Sniffing, he turned his attention back to the oddly timed phone call.
“Did I lheave something there, coach?” he asked lightly.
“No,” was the short reply, “And you sure as hell didn’t show up with much. Get down here. We’re going to get you to learn to close your fucking legs.” And then he hung up, leaving the goaltender stunned, the harsh words rolling around in his mind.
Frowning, Evgeni dropped his hand into his lap, staring blankly at the phone clutched in his long fingers. At ten-thirty five, the man heaved himself up from the couch, grabbed his keys, and locked the front door, before he headed down to his car.
He arrived to the Tank merely minutes after the rather interesting call, Evgeni silently quite proud of his punctual appearance. After all, he could have made up an excuse not to come, or better yet, not have answered the phone at all; though that probably would not have boded well in the future. Either way, Evgeni was on-time, and that was what mattered.
Only his and Todd’s car occupied the parking lot, and Evgeni hurried inside to escape the cold nipping at his bare skin.
The maze of hallways beneath the rink was shrouded in darkness, long shadows stretching from parted doors, and creeping from the open rooms. Hurrying his pace, Evgeni wrapped his arms around his chest, believing it foolish to fear looking into a dark room, though still plagued with the lingering scares of childhood fantasies.
After minutes of weaving his way through the halls, a light finally shone out from the locker room, the beams warmed Evgeni’s cold skin, bathing him in a yellowish color before a shadow blocked the light once more.
Todd’s silhouette stood quietly for a moment; Evgeni froze to the spot, his mouth clamped shut from a mixture of confusion and undignified trepidation that came with standing in front of the man.
A gruff sigh left the shadow in the doorway, and he stepped back, his salt-and-peppered hair shining in the florescent lighting of the room.
“Suit up. You have a lot of work to do.”
An hour later, Evgeni was panting heavily with his back leaning against the crossbar of his goal. Todd was screaming at him from the blue-line, but he was advancing slowly, a distinct growl in his voice.
“No, no, no! How the hell is the team going to win if you can’t keep the puck from going through your legs every time?” he shouted, slapping his stick on the ice for emphases.
“I’m trying to ghet my stick down-”
“’Trying to get my stick down,’ bullshit! This trying isn’t getting you anywhere, goddamnit!” he barked, coming to a sudden stop a foot away from the exhausted goaltender. “Fuck, Nabokov, it’s like you’re a whore with everything getting in between your legs!”
The coach’s choice words made Evgeni’s eyes widen with surprise, and a blush rose on his already flushed face as he thought deeper into the harmless statement.
“If I wanted a whore I would go out and pay for one. We don’t pay you for that here… But then again, I’m sure you wished someone would.”
The words shot straight to Evgeni’s dick; the control over his body that the coach had scared him slightly, but the promising dominance was all the more exciting. The blush on his face grew more apparent, and his panting became more ragged, but not merely from fatigue.
Todd’s sharp glare sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, and Evgeni forced his eyes away.
“Don’t be embarrassed now, what the hell are you? Some kind of fucking pussy, too?!”
The wavering moan ripped from Evgeni’s throat before he could stop himself.
With large, frightened eyes, the goaltender watched as Todd stopped his verbal attack at the strained noise, his lips quirking with interest.
“Oh. Oh.”
Evgeni swallowed, and looked away again, awkwardly shaking off his glove to his free his hand.
Suddenly Todd’s body closed the small gap between them, and Evgeni snapped his head back, alarmed with the sudden contact. He leaned away, his lower back pressing into the goal in a desperate attempt to faze through the metal and escape the compromising position.
The smirk on his coach’s face grew. “Do you like it when I talk to you like that? Is that it?” Todd pressed his body into Evgeni’s until the man was practically bent backwards over the bar of the goal. “It sounded awfully like you do.”
Evgeni peered at him through the bars of his mask, afraid to confirm the statement.
“Take it off,” Todd growled at his knocked his fist on the goalie mask. Evgeni complied. “Take all of it off. I’m not going to let you dress like a goaltender when you’re not one.”
“Coach?”
“You’re not playing like a starting goaltender; you’re playing like a slut. Maybe that’s all you are. You can prove me right or wrong, but so far, I think you’re making it quite clear just how spread-wide you like your thighs.”
Evgeni swallowed hard, his eyes wide as saucers, the throbbing in his cock undeniable and embarrassing.
“So, since all you’ve shown me is how much of a whore you are, take it off.”
Todd stepped back to allow Evgeni room, but he was frozen to the spot.
The hand swatting him in the chest wrenched Evgeni from his stupor, and the sharp glare frightened him enough to begin moving. He started with his blocker to free his arm, and then with trembling fingers, the goaltender lifted his jersey over his head, tossing it to the side. He worked to unstrap the chest pads, stopping briefly as he watched Todd kneel before him, undoing the buckles on his leg pads, removing them with ease.
Todd stood back up and nodded at Evgeni expectantly as his breezers, socks, and chest guard all ended up in the pile. The only thing left on his body excluding his skates was his underwear, his jockstrap and his t-shirt.
“Turn around,” Todd growled appreciatively as the man did as he was told complacently. He watched in the glass as Todd approached him again from behind, yanking the tight shirt up over his head and discarding it casually.
Evgeni gripped the cold red metal of the net with one hand, his hips bending him forward, the other hand clutching a fistful of the mesh as Todd leaned into him, his rock-hard dick digging into the cleft of his ass through his underwear. The strap of his jock dug into his skin, the cup pinching him as his own cock filled out.
Todd’s hand reached around Evgeni’s waist, twisting at the strap, letting his fingers wander lower until his hand was cupping the hard plastic. His other hand fiddled with the buckle, finally releasing the mechanism, dropping the jock to the ice with the rest of Evgeni’s equipment.
“Look at yourself. Look how fast you stripped for me. You are a whore, aren’t you?” Todd grunted in Evgeni’s ear as he leaned over him, bending him further against the goal. “You’ll let anything between your legs.” Todd reached his hand up between Evgeni’s thighs, grabbing his cock roughly. The goaltender grunted in surprise, his whole body flinching with the forceful touch.
“What was that? Did you say something?” Todd rubbed his fingers over the knot of Evgeni’s crotch, teasing him. “It sounded like you had something to say to me.”
“N-no.” Evgeni’s knuckles were white as he held on to the goal, bending forward as far as he could, his hips thrusting into the warm palm massaging his cock.
The fingers suddenly tightened around him and Evgeni yelped, resting his forehead on the freezing metal, his ass pushed back into the warm figure behind him.
“You’re so easy.”
“N-no.”
“No? You’re spread so wide for me right now and I’ve done nothing but insult you.” Todd pulled his hand back from between Evgeni’s legs and put his hands on his hips, bucking his own forward to grind his erection on the fleshy mound of the goaltender’s ass.
“No! No! Dhon’t stop. Please.”
Todd’s icy fingers were now tugging at the waistband of Evgeni’s underwear, lowering them only to his mid-thigh.
“Beg,” the word fell sticky-sweet from Todd’s mouth, his fingers gripping Evgeni’s thighs hard.
“Please.”
“Please what? What do you want? You’re the one who’s been a slut all night, letting everyone in your crease… But then again, I bet you liked it, didn’t you?”
Evgeni whimpered but didn’t answer, thrusting his hips back against the bulge still rubbing the back of his thigh.
“Cat got your tongue, eh?” Todd swiveled his hips enough to get another whine from the goaltender. “Now’s when you’re going to get shy on me, I see.”
The coach clicked his tongue disapprovingly before he bent forward, his words puffing hotly over the shell Evgeni’s flushed ear. “But look at you, thrashing around, getting yourself all riled up because I’m not doing it for you. Why do I even ask? I know you like it.”
His left hand released its hold on Evgeni’s quivering flesh, the rush of icy air stinging the grooves that the fingernails made there. It traveled slowly up the shaking body, fiery to the touch. Todd’s fingers rose and fell as they pressed into every muscle, pushing harder until his grip was clawing painfully at the man’s rib cage. Ever so slowly his heated palm shaped over the contours of Evgeni’s body, rough and teasing.
An indignant whine left him, and he could feel the imprint from every fiber of the netting cut into his skin as he held on tighter. The prodding hand came up to his neck, his rapid pulse fluttering anxiously against the dull thrum of Todd’s thumb over his jugular. Swallowing dryly, Evgeni clenched his eyes shut and forced his hips back, the cold sweat beading on his body stinging like pin pricks. He needed warmth and contact. He needed Todd to finish what he started.
A predatory chuckle vibrated against his back as the older man leaned further over, his chest pressed up against Evgeni’s skin.
“See?” He murmured, his tongue darting out and tasting the tip of Evgeni’s ear, his hand in turn tugging forcefully at the lobe in the opposite direction.
He pulled back and his grip became determined once again.
“I asked if you see, you slut!”
At this, he hooked two of his fingers at the side of Evgeni’s open mouth, wrenching his head to the side and pressing down, his cheek becoming numb against the cold metal bar.
The reflection was hazy, but Evgeni could see Todd’s sturdy form bent over his in the glass, gleaming evilly as if in mockery.
“Do you-”
“Y-yes! I-I see it!” Evgeni nearly screamed, as Todd pressed his hot erection harder into the back of his thigh; his answering grunt was nearly as loud as his voice. The image distorted in the glass with his shout, the echo traveling the length of the ice until the rink was eerily silent, and Evgeni could see himself spread wide open for Todd once again.
“Really?” The other man scoffed, his other hand resting on Evgeni’s thigh rubbing deep circles into the flesh.
“Yes.”
Todd merely laughed, and his eyes met with Evgeni’s in their reflection in the glass. “The thing is that I don’t think you do.”
The goaltender’s already uneven breathing hitched when a cold hand skimmed around to the back of his thigh and inward, the back of Todd’s knuckles grazing over the sensitive skin as they drifted higher. Todd’s other hand was stroking Evgeni’s flushed cheek in patronizingly rough movements. His fingertips grazed over the parted lips.
“Suck them.”
Evgeni shuddered briefly from the mixed sensations shooting through his body before he closed his lips around the digits and sucked them, hard.
The cool ring adorning a finger clashed with the unbearable heat of the skin on skin at his inner thigh. Evgeni clenched his jaw, but was careful of the fingers prodding at his tongue, his stomach muscles clenching and relaxing as the air churned violently in his lungs. Each jerky movement he made and every agonizing inch of skin that Todd gained could be seen clearly now in the reflection. Evgeni watched it intently; he could see the furious red blush run all the way down to his chest when he saw his legs spread farther apart for the other man to access more.
A dark shadow passed over Todd’s eyes as he finally held Evgeni’s slick, heavy cock in his weathered palm again.
“Such a fucking whore.” He whispered, shaking his head in shame, never once breaking the connection between his and Evgeni’s eyes in the glass. “Twice, the puck went right. Through. Here.”
He punctuated his hissed words with a sharp movement of his hand. He gripped the base of Evgeni’s dick tightly, then he was pressing into the sensitive spot right behind Evgeni’s balls, and finally he trailed up the crease of his ass, lingering for a moment at the hot contracting hole, before the teasing hand rested at the small of Evgeni’s back.
He was panting hard by now, his attention to the fingers long forgotten, but Todd’s mouth curled into a smirk and smothered Evgeni’s open mouth with his spit-slicked hand, stopping Evgeni from wheezing any words out.
“And they scored. But it’s not like you tried to stop them.” Todd’s nails brushed up the goaltender’s long spine and an answering shudder ripped through him. Evgeni ground himself back even more vigorously to steady his knees, feeling the coach’s roaming hand clamp down on his shoulder.
“Just like you aren’t stopping me now.” He used his grasp on Evgeni’s shoulder for leverage, rubbing the cold denim of his jeans into the hot skin. The metal button almost burned it was so cold. “Here I am, about to score, and you’re just going to let me.”
Evgeni saw himself nod, the wicked smile dancing across the coach’s face enough to make him look down again. He could see himself in the ice as well, from the bottom up. His cock curled up and out between his wide open legs. He grunted, closing his eyes against the image.
“You’re not just letting me; you’re setting me up for the shot.” Evgeni could feel Todd’s body curve against his once again, the hot lips back at his ear, ghosting warm breath over his hot-flushed cheek. “You get off on seeing them use you. And that’s why you’re going to watch me. You can pretend that you aren’t looking, but we both know that you can see exactly what’s going on.”
Through the dull sheen of the uncut ice, Evgeni watched as one of Todd’s hands unclamped itself from Evgeni’s open mouth, and tangled in with his unkempt hair. The other hand drifted from its perch on his shoulder to slide down and around, across his pectoral, skimming over the puckered nipple. The hard bud stung from the cold and Evgeni whined with the warm contact. Todd’s hand continued its trail until his arm was clutched around the goaltender’s middle, his fingers running horizontal across his quivering abs.
Evgeni’s loud breathing caught in his throat as he watched the hand drift lower, wrapping around his length once more. The embarrassed flush bled over his exposed skin as he saw his own legs get even wider, lowering his bottom enough that Todd’s cock was now in line with his hole. The heavy moan spilled from his lips when the metallic button brushed against the puckered skin, causing him to flinch away only slightly.
Todd’s laugh rumbled through the empty space of the rink as he watched Evgeni thrust forward, his cock into the warm hand encasing him, and then back, rubbing his tight opening against the harsh denim.
“You can’t even decide what you want more. Such a slut, I’ll bet you’d beg for both.” The hand on his cock released once again and Evgeni whined in protest. “Don’t worry; I’ll give you what you need.”
The jangle of Todd’s belt from behind him seemed to be everywhere, followed by the rip of the zipper and rustling of heavy fabric. Evgeni could see Todd’s hand reaching between his thighs before he could feel it, the cool sticky spit-covered fingers rubbing against his asshole. His voice hitched and his knees bent, letting his body bear down on the probing digits.
“You let two in tonight, bet you could do it again now,” and with that, Todd pushed two fingers inside Evgeni at once, feeling the goaltender buck back onto his hand, body slouching forward with the intrusion.
The slumped man let go of a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, the steady puffs of his sharp breathing clouding from his mouth as he pushed back harder, trying to force the fingers deeper inside of him.
“Look at yourself, so desperate for me to fuck you that you’re trying to do it yourself.”
Evgeni was looking. He turned his head to the side again, watching the bow of his body as he rocked back into the man behind him, cock nearly parallel with the floor, blushing a furious red.
Todd crooked his fingers, causing a string of violent Russian to spill forth from the goaltender’s mouth, hips thrust back viciously to feel more, deeper. As his coach stepped in closer, he could feel Todd’s own hard dick between his legs, brushing against his inner thigh.
He turned his head to look back down, see himself again from underneath, but the sudden pump of Todd’s fingers, out and in, left his head spinning. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he waited for the man to do it again. But he didn’t.
Evgeni grunted indignantly, shoving his hips back and wiggling to encourage Todd to do it again.
“Be good, slut,” Todd breathed hotly over Evgeni’s bare back. The frozen air rising from the ice and the coach’s hot words sent goosebumps down the length of his body; he could even see the pimpled flesh when he stared hard into the ice beneath him, searching for why the man’s hands could have stopped. His chest was heaving and each inhalation he took was like a long, needy whine.
The soothing shush from behind did little to calm his nerves, and Evgeni pressed back further, feeling the thick knuckles push past his tight ring of flexing muscle. He clamped his insides down on the digits, screwing his eyes shut as the sharp pain dulled to a throbbing pleasure. He chose to ignore the mocking chuckle that tickled over his back before Todd began whispering huskily again.
“If you’re going to whore yourself out even more, boy, I would tip you for your troubles.” He spread the two fingers wide deep inside Evgeni. The hot slick flesh prodded back, and the goaltender moaned gutturally as Todd massaged the walls of his ass.
“But I still haven’t heard you beg yet.”
His fingers were removed painfully fast, and Evgeni shrunk in on himself to force away the pain. Todd’s hand whistled through the stagnant air, and his freezing palm came in contact with the fleshy mound of Evgeni’s wriggling ass.
A loud smack reverberated throughout the entire building, and Evgeni gasped for air, his bottom stinging numbly from the power behind Todd’s hand.
“Beg for me,” Todd’s open palm pressed into the stinging skin. “If you want it so much, let’s hear it.”
“Please.” Evgeni’s body jerked as another slap to his ass jarred him forward, his fingers twisting tighter in the netting.
“Please what? That doesn’t sound to me like you want it at all, and we both know that isn’t true.”
Another smack of skin-on-skin echoed around the ice as Evgeni’s knees wobbled, trying to stay upright against the force of the blow. Again, Todd’s fingers deftly massaged the reddening welt his hand left, the soothing pressure causing Evgeni to purr as his arched into the touch.
As soon as he was complacent, another biting slap whistled through the cold air. Evgeni hissed through his teeth, fighting to find air through his shock.
“Please! Please fuck me, please. I need it, I need it!” The goaltender wheezed out his words, biting hard on his lip with another sharp strike from Todd’s open palm.
“I know you need it. Tell me how badly.” There was another solid spank, this time to the other cheek. Evgeni flinched with the unexpected, both sides of his ass stinging in the blistering cold of the arena.
“So bad. Oh ghod, please. I need it more than anything. Please fuck me, you have to.”
“If I don’t?” Todd grazed the pad of his thumb of over the tightly puckered opening, feeling it contract as he laid another smack to the goaltender’s still-wiggling bottom.
“You have to! Please!” Evgeni bounced on his knees, rubbing his entrance against Todd’s thumb and grunting with the simple contact.
“Suddenly now you’ve got an awful lot to say.” The coach continued to tease him with his fingers, pushing just enough to feel the tensed muscles of Evgeni’s hole give way, but pulling back before he got deep enough for any real satisfaction.
“Please.”
Evgeni caught sight of their reflection once more in the ice beneath him; the way Todd’s fingers darted quickly in and out against him, the nudge of his ass backwards, urging Todd on. He couldn’t contain his whine of frustration as his body twisted grotesquely for more contact, always just out of the reach of his hips. Then the hand petting him was gone, nothing but stinging flesh and an achingly empty ass left for Evgeni to wave about in the cold air.
There was the familiar sound of spitting from behind him and Evgeni’s eyes screwed shut, his movements stilling as he waiting for some sign of what to come.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account. Let me see you want it as bad as you say.”
He grunted again, shifting his weight from leg to leg in the hope that his cock would brush against his own thigh. His ass pushed into the air and back, simulating being fucked as Evgeni hoped that enough enticing would bring Todd to comply.
There was another spitting noise from behind him followed by the slick sound of wet on skin and Todd’s gruff sigh of approval.
Evgeni felt a sticky-slick hand rest on his lower back, guiding his thrusts in a subtler rhythm.
“Don’t tire yourself out before I get a chance at you,” Todd’s whisper was harsh in the crisp air and Evgeni shivered at the tip of the coach’s slicked cock, already cold from the icy arena, nudged at his asshole with firm pressure, the intensions undeniable.
“I need it,” Evgeni’s voice sobbed from his lungs, desperate for something more.
And with that, Todd buried himself inside of Evgeni with a quick, brutal thrust, the chill of his spit cooling Evgeni from the inside out and Todd moaned loudly as a violent shudder ripped through the goaltender’s body.
“Easy. It’s my turn,” Todd pushed the bones of his pelvis hard against Evgeni’s ass, reveling in the way the protruding hipbones dipped into the soft globes. His fingers pressed into Evgeni’s own hipbones, stilling his frantic backwards movements. Todd waited to move until the impatience in Evgeni’s whining grunts were more than apparent.
“If you want more you have to ask for it.” He grinned wickedly, playing Evgeni exactly as he wanted.
“Please, move.” Evgeni’s body trembled with need as Todd remained still inside of him, stretching the ring of his ass but stopping before going any further.
“Like this?” Todd barely moved, his fingers still grabbing roughly to the goaltender’s taut skin. The frustrated noises grew louder.
“Fuck me!” Evgeni’s voice exploded from his lungs, he tossed his head to the side, and watched their reflections once more, Todd positioned behind him, smiling wildly.
“Told you that you were a slut,” Todd hissed, and with that, he pistoned his hips back and forwards, hard enough to slap the skin of his balls against Evgeni’s ass.
Their joint moans echoed around the arena, filling Evgeni’s ears with his own desperation. His own cock bobbed abandoned in front of him, chilled with the cold air, dripping precome onto the ice. He wanted to reach down and touch himself, but he knew that if he did, it would all be over. He’d have to ask.
Before he could, Todd moved his hips to pound into Evgeni again at a particularly harsh angle. The goaltender moaned abruptly, bucking back into the push. His knees wobbled uncontrollably and Todd found himself having to hold the man up, unsteady on his skates.
“S’ok, hold still,” Todd’s voice had shifted from his earlier harsh tone, now clouded with lust. He pulled his hips back and thrust in again at the same angle, rewarded again with another irrepressible moan.
“That feel good right there?” He pushed in again. The incoherent noises poured from Evgeni’s mouth, his fingers wrenched up in the netting of the goal. He had moved to brace his skates on the posts of the goal, his legs spread as wide as he could spread them without collapsing.
“Again, ghod, please!”
Todd complied, shoving in harder still than he had been, groaning as the man underneath him squirmed ruthlessly.
“Don’t hold back,” Todd’s hand left Evgeni’s hips for a moment, caressing the twitching skin down the length of his ribcage, over his abs until his fingers were brushing against the wiry curls outlining his straining dick.
Evgeni grunted in anticipation, his voice only growing louder as Todd pushed into him once more, brushing against the hard knot of nerves against the inner walls of his ass. He was practically shouting and in another other situation, that would have embarrassed him. But in this situation, his cries seemed to only fuel on his coach.
Finally, the freezing fingers wrapped around his needy length and Evgeni yelped in surprise and relief, dissolving into a series of begging and whimpering.
“I can’t understand you,” Todd stroked his long fingers up the length of Evgeni’s dripping cock, smearing the precome across the length. “Christ, you’re fucking dripping you want this so badly. You feel how bad you want this? You ought to learn to control yourself.”
His fingertips stroked delicately over the sensitive head of Evgeni’s purpling dick. The goaltender shoved hard into his warm palm.
“Please touch me, please.”
“I am touching you,” the gentle strokes contrasted with the brutal thrusts were driving Evgeni mad. The noises coming from his throat were animalistic and desperate. Todd thrust again against his prostate, sending him into another chorus of shameless whines and pleading.
“Harder,” was the only word in the barrage of Russian and nonsense that Todd could decipher.
He complied, simultaneously stroking the shaft of Evgeni’s cock in time with his enthusiastic shoves.
The moan that spilled from the goaltender’s mouth puffed from his wide-open mouth like a fog, and his trembling body squirmed against Todd’s in such a way, that it made the older man’s patronizing voice catch in his throat.
Hips stilling to regain his composure, Todd hissed in a shaky breath and tightened his hold on the heavy cock in his hand, while his eyes widened with surprise at his actions. Evgeni whined with utter frustration at the moment’s pause, the garbled Russian escaping his mouth sounding desperate and angry at the same time.
Without warning, Evgeni growled and thrust back, impaling himself in quick, hard movements. His insides rippled, encasing his coach’s dick with his slippery, spasming, muscles.
Finally, the air seemed to reach Todd, and his grip tightened at the sharp hip to control Evgeni’s wild pace. The man trembled in his hands as he pumped the slick length slowly, his thrusts relaxing as well. The smile on his face appeared once more when Evgeni’s pleads picked up again.
Pushing his hips forward until his cock was shoved up Evgeni’s tight ass to the hilt, Todd leaned over, his chest flush against the flexing back. His hot whisper dripped from his mouth when the man beneath him quieted his whimpers of distress.
“I knew you’d be good at this.”
Evgeni grunted, and Todd pressed their cheeks together, staring at their reflection in the glass.
“So tell me, who have you been fucking?”
Evgeni’s eyes flew open, and the flush covering his body renewed with force. His lips were pressed together in a white line, and Todd chuckled, stroking the length in his hand leisurely.
“Is it Boyle? Maybe you two have been screwing since you were in Kentucky.” He flexed his cock, and Evgeni bit his bottom lip harder. “Or maybe it’s Semenov, the Russian in you making you so fucking hot for each other. I bet you’d even suck off a rookie if they asked you to.”
“I-it’s no one,” Evgeni whispered, his eyes darting to the side to avoid Todd’s sight in the glass.
Shaking his head, Todd bucked forward, the bones of his hips pushing forcefully into the globes of Evgeni’s ass when his cock wouldn’t reach any further. The swollen head of his dick rubbed against that spot deep inside Evgeni, and desperate keens for the hot friction ripped from his throat.
“There’s no need for lying now, whore. You can tell me… who is it?”
“No one!” Evgeni tried to make his voice more forceful, more convincing, but knew immediately he’d failed.
Todd stilled his fist at the base of Evgeni’s cock, stopping the hot pulse of blood from reaching the hardened muscle. The goaltender cried out in protest, the building of release in his balls immediately subdued.
“Bullshit. You take cock too well for this to be the first time.”
The coach pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock was still encased by the ring of muscle and shoved back in hard, slamming against the hardened spot on the slick walls. The movements were quick and punishing, pistoning in and out against that one spot deep inside of the goaltender.
Evgeni sobbed in pleasure, the continuous thrusts bringing him to the very edge, only to crash back to down with an expert squeeze of Todd’s fingers, stopping any form of release. His balls ached with a heaviness that he desperately wanted to expel, the relief of orgasm so close, so deliciously eminent that he could feel the rippling in his bones.
“Are you going to tell me? I can do this all fucking night. Normally a slut like you would get off on that, but I can tell that you want it now. Maybe so you can get home to screw the one on my team that you are refusing to tell me about.”
Another shove of Todd’s hips and pinch of his fingers and Evgeni was shivering with desire. Evgeni glanced up to catch the coach’s eyes in the reflective glass, an impious sneer marring his flushed face.
“Bet you like ‘em young, eh? Willing to do anything to you, anything you ask them to do.”
Two more quick shoves of Todd’s hips and Evgeni and blinking back tears, the overwhelming feeling of being stuck right on the ledge, his surging blood pulsing rapidly his veins, making him dizzy.
“Who am I?” he hissed, the words sharp of his tongue like a snake’s.
“T-Todd McLellan?” Evgeni whimpered back, confusion clouding his mind along with his unfulfilled desire.
“Besides that.”
“Coach?”
“Whose coach, goddamnit!”
Evgeni moaned and thrashed in his spot, his ass grinding desperately into the pelvis behind him, and he pressed his forehead into the burning cold metal of the goal.
“M-mine! You’re my coach.”
“Exactly. So tell me, who else has had their dick up your ass?” Todd closed his fist even harder and Evgeni yelped in pain.
“Torrey!” the goaltender finally squeaked out, squirming violently in an attempt to release the unyielding grasp of his coach.
Todd released the tight seal only slightly, pushing again into Evgeni’s prostate and riding his violent shiver as the blood rushed forcefully back into the length of his cock.
“And Dougie!” he howled, bucking back to impale himself further on Todd’s dick.
Todd’s grin seemed to spread even wider across his face. With another rough thrust, he resumed his long, teasing strokes up the length of Evgeni’s throbbing member.
“Well, seems my entire team has got their extracurriculars.”
Evgeni grunted as the coach’s calloused fingers brushed against his weeping slit.
“Who fucks you better?”
“I dhon’t know!” Evgeni was gasping now, the constant assault on his prostate and the sore throbbing of impending orgasm snaking up through the length of his shaft.
“You know, you whore. Which one of those two is best at making you scream their name? Who do you call at three in the morning to sneak into your hotel room and work you over until you beg them to come, like you’re going to beg me?”
“I dhon’t-“
“You do know, boy. Don’t act like you don’t,” another brutal thrust punctuated Todd’s comment. “If I leave you here, if I tie you to these posts and I leave you here hot and hard and begging to come, who would you scream for?”
“I-”
“Tell me!” Todd roared, his fingers clamping down around the reddening shaft, and Evgeni sobbed for release.
“Dougie!” he screamed, his raw voice bouncing off the ice, snaking through the eighteen thousand seats, and echoing in the rafters high above their heads.
The sadistic grin on Todd’s face stretched even further, but his grip remained the same, unwavering to the vocal pleading that poured freely from the goaltender’s mouth.
“And why would that be?” the coach asked softly, his tone betraying every inch of his person.
“W-what?” Evgeni hissed out breathily, his lungs contracting and aching for more air.
“How does he make you scream like I’m making you? What does he do that makes you his bitch?”
“I dhont-”
“No, stop. You’re done.” Todd’s glare was frightening as he pulled his rock hard erection out from Evgeni’s ass.
Evgeni wanted to beg the man to stop, but it came out as wanton cry, his ass pushing back as far as it could go before he would lose his balance. He was only met with the frozen air and no cock to fill him.
Todd took his hands away and slowly began to remove his tie, his eyes never once leaving Evgeni’s horrified stare in the glass. He pulled the material until it slipped from his thick neck, and he held it tautly in front of him.
Leaning over the still body, Todd wove the tie between the netting and around Evgeni’s shaking wrists. His seeping dick rubbed up the crease of Evgeni’s ass with each subtle movement he made, but filling the goaltender with none of the pleasure he was craving for. The man was petrified with arousal and fear, Todd could feel it as the shudders still ran through them.
Evgeni’s breathing quickened, and he pulled at the restraints, but it was useless, he was stuck.
Stepping back, Todd’s glare vanished and the calm façade masked his emotions. He stuck his hand into his pant’s pocket, still wrapped around his knees, and pulled out his phone.
“I could call Murray now so that he can collect his whore, before he goes to bed. Or maybe he could listen while I fuck you. Or maybe you could just tell me.
“Which is it going to be?”
Evgeni shivered as Todd’s icy fingers stroked the length of his spine, his other hand flipping the phone open and closed, awaiting an answer. He fought against the tight knots digging into his wrists, wedging his skates harder into the metal in an attempt to leverage his tugs.
The hollow series of beeps swam in Evgeni’s head as he heard the distant ring. He started to thrash harder, only succeeding in tightening the knots.
“‘Ello?” The familiar accent sounded far away and sleepy.
“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! I promise!” Evgeni’s voice exploded forth from his throat.
“Coach?” Murray sounded confused and Evgeni flinched.
“Never mind, everything is under control. I’ll see you for practice tomorrow.” The phone clicked loudly shut and Todd dropped it on top of the net where it fell against Evgeni’s hand, the cold plastic soothing the raw-red where the tie fabric scrubbed at his skin.
“It’s always got to be the hard way with you, doesn’t it? You can never just listen to me. Then again, that’s the whole reason we’re here, isn’t it?”
Todd reached out to pet the furiously blushing cheek, his fingers trailing over the hot skin and grabbing hold again of the mussed hair.
“So, what does he do? How does he touch you to keep you coming back?” Todd gave a yank on the goaltender’s hair, tipping his head back to force him to make eye contact again in the glass.
“If you’re not going to answer me, I should get him back on the phone.”
“I’ll tell yhou! Promise you won’t call him!” Evgeni turned his head against the coach’s grip, exposing the column of his neck.
“I don’t know, you still haven’t told me.” Todd gave another rough tug to Evgeni’s hair.
“He does this! Lhike this!”
“Like this? He ties you to the goal, too? I don’t think so.”
“N-no. Hard. M-mhakes me watch.” Todd let go of the hair, his hand dropping to graze the tensed shoulders.
“You like to see yourself take it up the ass?” The coach leaned forward again; his hard dick sliding up the length of Evgeni’s spread cheeks, teasing him as the head of his cock slid gently over the stretched opening.
“Iya do what he tells me.”
“He tells you to watch?” There was a smile in Todd’s voice as he leaned in again, ghosting his hot breath over the pink-tinged ears.
“Always.” Evgeni bucked back into the teasing rub of Todd’s cock against his hole.
“And do you like it?”
“Yes,” Evgeni croaked out the word like a secret, standing up a bit straighter as Todd leaned away from him to stand upright again.
“How does he fuck you?” Todd’s blunt nails scraped lightly over the cold skin, another shiver rippling through the goaltender from shoulders to hips.
“O-on my hands and knees. Dhown on the floor. Always on the floor.”
“Does he let you come?” Todd was still rocking his hips, sliding his weighty cock over the expanse of Evgeni’s ass cheeks.
“S-sometimes. When I’m good.”
“Mmm, sounds like he and I have that in common.”
Evgeni begin his thrashing again, his knees trembling to support his weight, balls still heavy with the need for release, cock swaying in front of him.
“No! No! Please! Let me! Please! I’ll be good!”
“Shh, relax. You’ve been good. A bit stubborn, but I’m so far pleased with you.”
Evgeni’s relieved sigh shuddered through him, but before he could whisper his dutiful “thank you,” Todd raked his nails down the icy skin of his back, a fiery pain exploding from the overly-sensitive nerves.
“But I’m not so sure that it’s up to me. After all, you seem to belong to someone else. Maybe Dougie would be pleased to see you like this, too. Maybe we should check with him.”
Stunned, Evgeni could barely croak a protest from his chapped lips before the phone lying innocently next to his bound hands started vibrating. Todd looked over his shoulder passively, a lazy smile spreading over his face as he read the number.
“Looks like he’s curious as to why we called so late, Nabokov,” the man offered lightly, before he picked up the phone and showed Murray’s name flashing on the screen. “Talk to him.”
“Bhut you promised-!”
“I promised I wouldn’t call him. And look, he’s calling us. Besides,” Todd’s lips grazed over the shell of Evgeni’s ear, “We definitely never said anything about you begging him to be able to come.”
Evgeni tried to gasp in protest, but before he could, the freezing plastic was pressed against his face and a familiar but confused voice filled his ear.
“Coach? Is ever’thing all right?” Evgeni saw Todd’s reflection nod in encouragement, his free hand caressing the swell of Evgeni’s ass.
“‘Ello? Coach?”
“…D-Doug?”
“‘Eah. Didju need something? I ‘eard shouting.”
“Um-OH!” Evgeni jerked suddenly as Todd shoved three fingers easily into his ass, springing his cock back to life.
“Nabby? S’at you? Where’s Coach?” Doug’s drowsy accent only added to Evgeni’s arousal.
“Oh, Doug, um…” the goaltender tried to focus on what he was saying but Todd’s fingers were now stretching him open, reaching to stroke against the bunch of nerves hidden in the slick walls.
“Are y’okay?”
“Ughn, please!” Todd struggled to keep the phone level with Evgeni’s ear as the man bucked his hips back to take Todd’s fingers deeper.
“Pleaze what? Something wrong? Where are you?” Doug perked up at the desperate plea.
The phone was slipping from Evgeni’s ear, and the man’s frantically confused voice rose and fell when Todd’s hand jostled with their combined thrusts. Grunting impatiently as Evgeni melted into a puddle of mumbled Russian words, none of which the Swedish man could understand, Todd put the call on speaker and threw his cellphone down on the tied wrists.
“We’re at the rink.”
“…What?” the static-laden voice asked, all traces of sleep gone from his tone.
Evgeni bit his bottom lip, the prayers he was muttering in his native tongue long forgotten when Doug asked what he had been dreading.
“Didju want me to come?”
The coach chuckled while the man writhing beneath him screwed his eyes shut at Douglas’ ironic choice of words.
Leaning forward so that his fingers were shoved all the way up Evgeni’s loosened hole, Todd spoke evenly into the speaker.
“I know Nabokov here is begging for you to.” He tilted his head down, his lips trailing over the ridge of the sweat-slicked nose. “Isn’t that right?” he whispered just loud enough that Evgeni knew that Douglas could still hear.
“P-please,” he cried, cursing the fingers inside of him for making the words leave his mouth flippantly.
Todd’s mouth trailed over Evgeni’s cheek and he bit down on the man’s reddened ear, eliciting a surprised yelp, echoing loudly on the other side of the line.
“Please what?” Todd whispered, this time only loud enough for Evgeni to hear.
“Jesus fhucking Christ! Douglas, please. Please come, shit. Please come.”
“I’m on my way, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” The screen glowed, signaling that Douglas had hung up.
Todd laughed again, his fingertips grazing the hardened spot that made the goaltender writhe and curse in his native Russian.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he parroted, leaning back and allowing his long torso to brush against Evgeni’s back. “I think we’ll let Murray decide whether or not you’ve been good enough.”
Evgeni whimpered as the digits inside of him slipped out slowly, brushing against the inner walls as they did. Immediately the emptiness was replaced once more with Todd’s cock, stretching wider and pushing deeper than his fingers could. The goaltender bent forward as best he could, spreading his cheeks wider with the motion, desperate for more.
“After all, I know you’re never satisfied with only one.”
As good as it felt, the head of Todd’s cock grinding against him, Evgeni knew it would be at least ten minutes for Douglas got from his apartment to the rink. Maybe less if he was hurrying. But either way, the constant barrage of pleasure with no hope for release was maddening.
Todd pistoned his hips again, as he had earlier: quick and brutal. Evgeni felt himself open up to the movements of the older man. Each tiny swivel of the coach’s hips built the pressure in his gut and Evgeni thrust back to match the movements. His legs ached from supporting himself for so long, but the burn in his calves was nothing compared to the pleasure from the extra bit of push.
Todd’s fingers dug into the muscular thighs of the goaltender, guiding his frantic motions. The spirals of pleasure twisted out from where Todd continued to assault his prostate, but the relief of orgasm was just out of reach. Evgeni knew it was useless. Unless Todd, or someone touched him, he’d only be just close enough. His hands itched for release from their bindings, wanting so badly to wrap around his length and stroke himself to completion.
The coach leaned forward, supporting some of his body weight on Evgeni’s back, the sheen of sweat cooling in the air, but allowing the slick skin to glide together, building a warming friction. He released one of the hands squeezing Evgeni’s pelvis, reaching out instead to grab the cold metal of the goal post.
The slight lean to the left guided Todd’s cock into a not-yet-reached area deep inside of Evgeni and the goaltender shouted out his approval of the new sensation. With his arm for leverage, the coach was able to shove harder, the tip of his cock prodding mercilessly into the sensitive walls of Evgeni’s ass.
The goaltender’s back arched at Todd’s forehead came to rest between his protruding shoulder blades. The coach released his other hipbone, grabbing the crossbar on the other side of Evgeni.
Evgeni could feel the hot puffs of Todd’s erratic breathing over his goosebumped skin. The frantic breaths rolling down his spine sent a shiver coursing through him. As his ass wiggled and tightened with the shudder, Todd cried out, shoving in again. The steady rhythm of his thrusts was quickly dissipating.
He came when he was buried deep in the tight channel, filling Evgeni completely with the sticky fluid, the only warmth in the entire building. Todd choked out a pleasured sob, jerking at the goaltender’s untouched cock with the unsuspected sound. But the noise did not last long, and it was soon replaced by Evgeni’s hiss of pain when the older man sunk his teeth into his right shoulder to quiet the vocal pants that matched the tempo of his wild thrusts.
Wet slapping of skin-on-skin surrounded them when Todd regained his composure. Evgeni could feel his coach’s come leaking out of his spread open hole, and his thighs quivered at the prickling it created as it trickled down his legs.
Before he could even catch his breath and plead with honey-sweet words for Todd to get him off, the man pulled out of him roughly, and the distinct rustling of slacks were heard, followed by the closure of a metal zipper.
Evgeni began to panic and he pulled at his restraints with renewed vigor, but the knot remained as tight as ever. His knees buckled when no support was given to his shaky body, and Evgeni slumped, his bound wrists chaffing as they were the only thing keeping him from falling to the ice in a heap of whimpers.
The tickle of the come as it dripped down his legs was driving him mad, warm turning quickly cold, the chloriney smell wafting up between his legs. Evgeni’s dick jumped in anticipation, desiring his own long awaited orgasm.
He lifted his head from the bar just in time to catch Todd tucking his dress shirt back in. The coach grinned wickedly at him, his eyes sparkling under the lights of the rink. He reached for his phone, still resting near Evgeni’s tied hands, leaning down to graze his teeth over the man’s ear.
“I’ll tell him you were a very good little whore. I’m sure it will make him proud. Maybe he’ll even reward you.” As Todd stepped back, he gave one final slap to the still-red skin of Evgeni’s ass, causing the man to grunt and jerk his hips in surprise. A new flood of come gushed down his leg, dripping onto the ice.
Tilting his head up, his brow peeling away from the cold metal, Evgeni watched with pleading eyes as Todd looked back aloofly.
“Please,” the goaltender whined, his arousal pulsing too strongly in his veins for him to care about his submissive behavior.
His coach chuckled, and his reflection shook its head in mock disbelief. Evgeni whined loudly, his back arching when he yanked his hands this way and that as Todd began collecting the equipment strewn about the ice.
“Don’t tire yourself out before Douglas gets to you now,” the man laughed as he threw the chest guard over his shoulder.
“Y-you can’t lheave me like this.” Evgeni hoped with all his heart that his hesitant words were right.
He bit his bottom lip as Todd picked up the jersey and shirt, throwing them over his free shoulder and grabbing a handful of the shorts.
“Watch me.”
He kicked both of the leg pads toward the open bench door and sent a pointed look in the glass, before turning away. The shredding of Todd’s skates on the ice and the reflection of his retreating body into the locker rooms and Evgeni knew he was alone.
--TO BE CONTINUED--
PART TWO!
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A/N cont'd: WOW! First of all, that was LONG! (SO LONG THAT I HAD TO BREAK IT INTO TWO PARTS HAHAHA!) But we both are happy if you made it this far! :D
Aren't you curious as to where we go from here?
Second, Caroline and I both love Todd, and even though we depicted him here as a sadisticly dominant guy, we both totally love him and would totally do him.
Third of all... revuko has a birthday coming up soon. And by soon I mean 4 days! Since you may not know what she wants, I will tell you: (a) REVIEWS! and (b) For you to write Sharks stories/smut! Please consider what your thoughtful donation would do to improve the birthday of this lovely 2m4s contributor.
And, you know, I don't want to be the one to say it, but she is totally mean enough to withhold the ending.