Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2011 23:00:29 -0500
From: Johnny Jones <johnny_drama123@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hockey Fetish Chapter 7

This story isn't real. All characters in the story are 18-21. Do not read
if you are offended or not allowed. It will feature a number of different
fetishes related and not related to hockey.

Hockey Fetish – Chapter 7: Rivals

By the end of the weeklong enslavement, Mark had learned to not only accept
his bottom position but also love it. All good things had to come to an end
though and on his final day, before the Ice Dogs would meet with the
Spartans once again for a big rivalry gang, Mark had to return to his team
and play for them.

When the Spartans arrived in their bus and entered the building standing
there waiting for them already in full hockey uniform was Lucas and
Gary. Standing next to them was Mark, who was also wearing his uniform for
the Spartans. From such a rough week his face was covered in bruises. It
was the first thing Brian Armstrong, the team captain of The Spartans,
noticed when he walked in the door to the arena.

Marching over with a fuming expression, he looked at Mark's face closely
and the bruises that covered his face before turning towards Gary, who had
a silly grin on his face. So angry because of the grin, Brian suddenly
lunged towards Gary, jumping into his chest to try to tackle him down to
the ground. Wearing his full hockey uniform and skates it was hard for Gary
to stand up straight and he fell back into the wall where sticks were lined
up neatly, causing them to collapse everywhere. Lying on top of sticks as
Brian laid on his chest, Gary just started to laugh instead of fight back.

"I always took you for a bottom, not a top." Gary teased Brian. Brian in
return let out a yell and then started to punch Gary in the face. As soon
as he did that Mark grabbed Brian to pull him up and back by the shoulders.

"Forget it captain. We can put them in shame for tonight's game." Dusting
the salt from the floor off of his suit, Brian looked at Mark with
sympathetic eyes.

"I can't let them get away with what they did to you." Brian replied.

"Make another bet with him, and this time win." Nodding his head in
agreement, Brian looked over at Gary, who was still down on the ground,
laying on the sticks and laughing.

"A new bet... The team captain of the loser in tonight's game becomes the
slave of the other team captain for a whole month." Brian felt proud with
his idea, cocky enough to know that he would never lose again to The Ice
Dogs, not after their humiliating defeat the week before.

"No dice." Gary unexpectedly responded as he got up from the mess of sticks
and walked over to Brian to look at him face to face. "Here's a better
deal. This is game seven in the playoffs, today one of us is moving on, the
other are packing and going home to watch us on television. So the losing
team of this game must ALL be the slaves for the other team for one whole
month." It took Brian a minute to think about it but he finally agreed with
aggression.

"Deal." Sticking out his hand to shake Gary's to solidify the deal, Gary
did the unexpected and grabbed Brian's face, squeezing it and giving Brian
a big kiss on the lips. Starting to stick his tongue into Brian's mouth
before, Brian suddenly resisted by pushing Gary back into the hockey
sticks. While falling over Gary started to laugh.

"What the hell was that about?" Brian demanded. "You sick fucker." Gary
just laughed again while he rested on the ground.

"Just solidifying the deal for real. Besides you know you liked it." Brian
looked at Gary with anger in his face before but knew there was nothing to
do. Instead he started to march off to his locker room to shower and then
change into his gear. The arena was left in a cold silence

"Do we stand a chance?" Lucas asked Gary, who at the time had his hands
down his pants readjusting his jock. Standing up Gary walked over towards
Lucas and then looked at Mark.

"I'm not scared of them." Walking off it was Lucas and Mark now alone.

"Help us throw the game." Lucas said to Mark. "You loved the whole week. It
was tough at first but now you're an expert. You don't want to give it all
up. Imagine servicing us for a whole month." Mark's face was
expressionless. "Well?"

"No way. I haven't forgotten about how you betrayed me. Now it's my turn to
get back at you for a whole month." Lucas's stunned expression was
priceless. Mark walked up to Lucas and reached behind him, grabbing his ass
through the hockey pads. "It's my turn how to teach you to serve. I'll see
you after the game." Winking, Mark left the room, leaving Lucas there to
ponder on his own.

After the players freshened up, showered, and then suited up, the game
started. Both teams knowing everything at risk the entire atmosphere was
intense and cold. The players were so focused on the game that the speed of
the game was quick, almost to quick for the refs to catch up on.

By the end of the third period the score of the game was two all and the
game was forced to go into an overtime sudden death period. First goal
would be winner of the division in the playoffs and be the masters of the
other team for the next month.

The ref blew his whistle to call both players over for the opening face off
of the period. Both starred at each other with intent faces to defeat the
other one as they leaned over the center ice spot.

"Armstrong. Score on your own net." Gary told Brian.

"What? Fuck you, no way."

"I see it this way. Either I'm your slave and you don't know what to do, or
I become your master for a month and show you a world I know you want. More
intense bondage then you have ever even dreamed out because it is with
me. I saw it in your eyes when I kissed you today. I see it in your eyes
right now." Brian wasn't too sure what to say because Gary was absolutely
right. He wanted Gary to be pounding his cock hard into his ass all day
long. He wanted to be tied up and taken advantage of by Gary. The man had
such a presence that stuck out in the room and that charisma could be spend
on abusing him. Brian couldn't get it off his mind since changing in the
locker room. Even before that. It was why he offered himself to be a slave
a week ago when Gary choose Mark instead.

Before Brian even realized the puck was dropped for the face off and Gary
swooped it up with his stick, passing it to another player. Brian put his
mind back in the game, focusing on where the puck was flying to. When one
of the Ice Dogs did a poor pass to another player across the rink Brian saw
his chance to steal the puck. Swooping the puck into his stick Brian flew
forward past two defensemen, on a breakaway chance to score and win the
game. He noticed a weakness in the top corner pocket of the night and
raised his stick up to take the shot. Brian couldn't get what Gary said
there out of his head though, something wasn't right. He couldn't win this
thing; if he did he wouldn't know what to do for a month. It would be
things he wished someone would do to him instead. Gary was the man that
could do those things.

Instead of taking the shot Brian skated in a 180 motion to be facing the
other way, towards his net, and then took a hard slap shot that flew
through all the players, straight down towards the other end of the
night. Before the goalie even had time to think about what was happening
the puck flew threw him at the top left pocket. Brian scored on his own net
to loose the game. Everyone on the ice, Gary included, had their jaws
dropped, not believing what had just happened.

The audience itself went silent, just as surprised. The large arena was so
quiet a knife could cut the silence. Gary broke the silence though by
letting out a cheer and throwing his stick in the air. The other players
soon joined in and the red light buzzer by the net went off. Soon enough
the fans of The Ice Dogs all started to cheer while The Spartans were left
speechless.

Brian was the only one who even moved as he made his way into the cheer
crowd of Ice Dog players jumping on each other on the ice. Standing in the
middle was Gary who Brian skated up to and they faced each other. Both of
them took off their helmets to really get a good look at each other.

"This was the only way it could have ended." Then without warning he did
what Gary did to him earlier and grabbed his face to kiss him long and
hard, even bending over as Gary continued to kiss him. Instead of joining
the celebration the two of them exited the ice to go shower together. As
soon as they got off the ice in the distance they could see reporters
wanting to interview them, causing a commotion. To hide from this the two
ducked into the first and closest closet for some time alone.

When Brian and Gary were finished in the closet The Spartans had already
surrendered themselves to The Ice Dogs. Holding hands, Brian and Gary
walked into the locker room of the Ice Dogs and the first thing Brian saw
was one of his team members being fucked hard in the ass while bent over a
bench. Because it was his first time and the player was so rough on him he
was screaming hard. Walking further into the place most of the Spartan
players were bound and being taken advantage of by the Ice Dog
players. Eventually Brian was lead to the door of the dungeon. Opening it
and going inside Brian seemed to be silent.

"Well?" Gary looked at him intently, expecting more of a shocked expression
then what he got.

Brian took his leg padding and dropped them to his feet so he was wearing
just the jock and upper hockey equipment. Then looking at Gary he smiled.

"Well where do we start sir?"

End.


That was the story of Hockey Fetish. A few of you asked me to give it a
conclusion so I wrote one up, I hope you liked the whole story. I LOVE
getting comments from everyone who read this so please comment :)
johnny_drama123@hotmail.com . Maybe I will write another similar story,
write me with ideas of things you might like to read.

Thank you for reading this and all the fun comments and suggestions through
the whole thing.