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Rafael

I couldn’t say I was surprised to be offered a spot on the team. Was I cocky? Yes. But I had the skills to back it up. When you worked as hard as I did to get this good, you deserved to be an arrogant prick and, dammit, I was going to revel in it. Looking for modesty? Keep looking.

Coach Hughes and I trailed the team as he led me into the locker room. He showed me my locker, and I removed some of my gear.

I could tell a few of the dudes were pressed. It was rare for a coach to just flat-out tell the whole team that the new recruit was top three without a single game under his belt. He might not have known it, but Cody’s little stunt probably helped me. Sure, I was faster and handled the puck better than those other two guys, but I looked like a warrior when I got up after Cody hit me. I was almost positive that’s what sealed the deal.

The rest of the team had left, but Cody was still sitting in Coach Hughes’s office. I could hear the tongue-lashing Coach gave him, and I loved every minute of it.

The door finally opened, and Cody emerged. He caught sight of me as he walked into the locker room, and the look on his face could make even the most stone-cold killer shudder.

It was so hot.

Coach followed close behind, his gaze snapping between us once he saw the tension.

“Boys, is this going to be a problem? I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior on my team. If you can’t put aside your crap and play with people you don’t like then—”

I jumped up and interrupted, “We’ll be fine, Coach. This is just a little sibling rivalry. But we like each other, even if we’re competitive as hell.” I let out a fake chuckle. We despised each other, but coaches love a healthy rivalry. It makes their men work harder, so let him think that’s what was happening between us rather than the shit show it was.

Cody didn’t say a word. He stared at me with dark eyes that looked thirsty for vengeance. The blood rushed to my crotch, and I felt the tug of it in my pants. I wanted Coach to leave.

Immediately.

Watching Cody on the ice was mesmerizing. I mean, he wasn’t as good as me, but he was still pretty fucking sick. Playing with him got me so worked up. Even after he boarded me, I missed having him out there. I wanted to fight with Cody. The image of throwing him down and seeing his teeth clenched with pain and frustration made me want to do things.

I cleared my throat, assumed an air of nobility, and asked, “Coach Hughes, would it be all right if Cody and I stayed for a bit to talk? We’ll work this out. We’re both committed to this sport, so I know we’ll figure this out with a good heart-to-heart.”

Cody scoffed, and I had to hand it to him for being so fucking real at that moment.

Coach Hughes narrowed his eyes on him, a look of disappointment on his face in response to Cody’s reaction. “I think that’s a good idea. I’ll lock the door from the inside. You’ll be able to get out, but the kids at open skate won’t be able to bust in and make a mess in here.”

I nodded and watched as Coach Hughes left the locker room. My gaze zeroed in on Cody once I heard the door shut.

“Take off your uniform,” I said.

Cody inched closer, his fury permeating the room. His cheeks were crimson, and his jaw quaked as he ground his teeth together. His intensity made me heady. I felt lightheaded, and I couldn’t get enough.

“You don’t tell me what to do. You’re never going to be as good as me. I’ll work harder, skate faster, and be better.” He rushed me, and his hands grabbed me by my jersey and pulled me close. He latched a hand to my throat and whispered, “I’m not pathetic. I’ve worked my whole life to get here. Nothing was ever easy for me, but I still pushed through. You’re a fucking drunk and a bastard. You’re the pathetic one.”

We stood facing each other for a few beats. I wanted to let him cool down to reel him back in. I understood what I needed to do. I pushed too hard last time and was losing him. If I were going to be Cody’s undoing, I’d have to sprinkle in a little softness to butter him up. He needed a mix of dominance and praise, or he’d avoid me entirely.

I carefully lowered his hand from my neck, took a deep breath, and used my impeccable acting skills to assume the role of contrite stepbrother. “You’re not pathetic,” I said.

He scowled at me, clearly not trusting my newfound compassion. Smart boy .

“You saw me at my worst that night,” I added. “I lashed out. I’m sorry.”

The red in his face drained a little. His eyes flashed something indescribable—something needy, something beautiful.

“No, you’re not pathetic. You’re mine.”

His eyes widened, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“I want you,” I said. “Let me have you.”

His mouth fell open, and the look of hope in his eyes almost broke my heart. Almost.

“Now, take off your uniform like a good boy.”

He shuddered, and the release of tension in his face made my mouth water. To have this kind of power over someone felt euphoric. His body radiated desire, and the chemistry between us was electric.

He did exactly what I asked and slid his jersey over his head, tossing it next to him. My eyes drank in the lines of his tight abs rippling just below his bulky shoulder and chest pads as he took a deep breath. His golden locks were a tangled mess on his head. Even with lust brimming in his eyes, he looked innocent. I wanted to throw him in the mud and take him apart—sink my teeth into him and taste his sweet body. He seemed so perfect—like an angel. I wanted to get him dirty.

He went to lift off his pads, but I stopped him. “Nuh uh. I’ll do it.”

I peeled the pads off his body, revealing his glistening, sweat-soaked skin. I leaned in and licked his shoulder, and he whimpered against my ear. Tasting the salt of his skin was like an aphrodisiac that invaded my body and made me ravenous.

I took him by the arm and said, “Follow me.”

I led him to a support post in a corner of the locker room. The first aid kit hung to my right, I banged it with my fist a few times, and it opened. My hand reached for a roll of cloth bandage, and Cody asked, “Rafael, what are you doing?”

I shushed him and pressed my thumb to his lower lip. “I didn’t say you could talk.”

He mewled as his mouth parted, giving my thumb access. He instinctively started sucking it. Let the training begin.

I grabbed the bandage and inched closer to him so I could whisper in his ear, “Now, I am going to train your throat to take my cock, but, first, you’re going to kneel. Then, I’m tying your hands to this post, and you will do it because you are a good boy. My good boy. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be an expert cock sucker, and I’ll be so proud of you.” I grazed my teeth against his neck, and he released a low moan.

He released my thumb from his mouth and fell to his knees, his face a mix of fear and anticipation. I circled the post and tied his hands behind it with the bandage. When I re-emerged before him, I slid my pants down. I’d already removed my socks and shin guards, and all that remained from the waist down were a pair of Under Armour pants and my jockstrap. My cock leapt out as I slid the jockstrap to the floor. I took off my jersey, stripped myself of the pads and tank I was wearing, then reached down to where the shoulder pads had landed on the floor and put them back on.

The hungry look in Cody’s eyes made my dick even harder. I knew I was a sight to behold, completely naked with just my shoulder pads on.

I closed the distance between us and said, “Open up.”

He opened his mouth. I leaned down, tugged at his chin to make him open wider, and spat in his mouth.

His eyes widened before rolling back, a soft whimper escaping his mouth as he rested his head on the post.

I knew he’d fucking love that.

My lips curled into a smirk as I rose to an upright position, letting my cock dangle right in front of his face. I caressed his lower lip with my thumb before sliding it deep into his mouth.

He sucked on it for a bit before I replaced it with my index and middle finger. I shoved them deep into his throat, and Cody went wild. His body rocked against the column and his mouth grew needy, sucking my fingers deeper until I could feel the back of his throat.

I pulled my fingers out and slapped his face with my cock while saying, “You’re gonna be a good boy for me and choke on this cock, aren’t you? You know why? Because you’re a fucking whore. My whore.”

He whimpered and whined for my dick. “Please, Rafael. Please.”

“Say it. Say you want it.”

His eyes bored into mine. Then they closed as my cock trailed his face.

“Say it or you won’t get it,” I added.

“I-I want it. I want it. Please.”

“Good boy.” I smiled, then leaned in and licked his lower lip. “Open wide,” I sang.

He opened up, and I slid my cock in his mouth. The little slut took it as deep as he could. He choked on it, so I pulled it back out and said, “Let’s train that throat so you can suck me better than anyone else.”

He nodded and opened his mouth obscenely wide. My hands gripped either side of his head, and I slowly pushed deep into his mouth. It felt so wet and hot. With each thrust, I went a little deeper, and he moaned with delight. My cock head pushed further down his throat and the tears started falling from the corners of his eyes.

I pulled out. “Can you take it, Golden Boy?”

He gasped out, “Yes. Please. Please.”

“Good boy.” I gripped his head again and fucked his mouth. The garbled noises coming from his mouth sounded so filthy. His throat was completely open now, and he swallowed my length with desperation. I fucked his mouth deeper and harder—the tight channel hugging my cockhead and sending shockwaves of pleasure from the root of my dick to the rest of my body. My release was coming. I could feel it.

“You want my load? You want me to shoot my load down your fucking throat?”

He nodded and moaned so loud it bounced off the metal pipes of the locker room, creating a symphony of filth and desire.

“That’s it. Eat my fucking cum, Cody. It’s coming. Eat my fucking load, Golden Boy.”

With a hard thrust into his mouth, I came down his throat and, I’ll be goddamned, but that boy swallowed every last drop. “Good boy. Good boy.”

I filled his throat with my cum until there was nothing left.

I looked down at him. He was the most beautiful, filthy, little slut I’d ever seen. I could feel the tethers of my sanity fray as I gazed at that lascivious look in his eyes. I knew right then and there that Cody Bramble would be my undoing.

I patted the side of his face. “I’m proud of you, Cody. You took my cock so well.” He looked up at me with a smile.

I circled the post and undid the cloth binding his hands. He rubbed his wrist as he looked up at me.

“Now get your ass up,” I said. He did as he was told and rose to his feet. “It’s my turn.”

We pulled off his socks and shin pads together, revealing his pants. He eagerly pushed them down until I said, “Nuh, uh. You know how I like it.”

He batted his eyes like some fucking starlet in a movie before he turned around and slid his pants down, revealing his perfect ass peeking out of his jockstrap. I almost shoved my face into it. “I’m training that ass next. But not today. Turn around and show me that thick cock.”

Cody turned and leaned his back against the post. He pulled his cock out and gripped it with his hand.

I hummed my approval as Cody tugged on his dick. Fuck, he looked so good standing there, gripping his big cock; his thick thighs flexing as he steadied himself against the pole.

I fell to my knees, pushed his hand away, and gripped his cock; spitting on it to make it slick as I stroked it. His eyes closed, and he leaned his head against the post. I no longer knew what I was doing. I wasn’t stroking his cock because this was part of the plan to ruin Hank. I was doing it because I wanted to.

His cock looked delicious, and I couldn’t help myself. I sucked it down, pushing it as far as it could go. I’d never sucked a cock before, but Cody did such a good job. I wasn’t about to let him show me up. I pushed it deep, his length sliding to the very back of my throat. He released a long, low moan. His precum tasted like the sweetest mix of salt and bitterness. Never had I wanted to taste something as bad as I wanted to taste his cum. He gripped the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. I gripped the sides of his meaty thighs to withstand the impact. Cody was getting bold and dominant. I decided to let it slide. Just this once.

He called out my name as his release filled my mouth. It tasted better than I even imagined. His thrusting matched the timing of his release, pumping down my throat, and I rolled my eyes back and just took it. We were both sluts like that.

Once he finished, I stood up. He leaned in for a kiss, and I put my hand over his mouth.

“Nope. We’re not boyfriends. You’re my fuckboy and this is our arrangement.”

His lust morphed into hurt, and sadness flashed through his eyes. He nodded in defeat, his eyes looking at the floor as he said, “C-can we do this again?”

I had him. Cody was mine.

I shrugged and said, “Sure, if you’re a good boy.” He scowled, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Now let’s shower. You have to drive me home, bitch.”