Page 13 of Total Assist (For Puck’s Sake #13)

DASAN

My newest favorite thing is Shively’s cock cage that has a loop in the front to hook a leash onto. I’ve gone back to trying out “pet” on him since I can lead him around by a leash, but I’m still not fully invested in that either. It’s too… well, animalistic. That’s just not my kink.

The team doesn’t always celebrate any holiday together, but since we just got home from a short stretch of away games, we decided to throw a Halloween party.

Our assistant coach is hosting this year.

He has a large backyard and a house full of teenagers who were all too excited to throw a party for the hockey players.

I’m not entirely convinced that all the teenagers that live with him belong to him.

I’m not convinced even one of them does.

Perhaps they’re siblings and cousins or…

something. I don’t ask. Given what I’ve seen of them over the years I’ve been with Winnipeg, I know he’s doing a good thing.

Maybe they don’t have homes or don’t have good homes.

What I know is that Reno’s house is large, and its equally large backyard is filled with trees and surrounded by a tall, old wooden fence.

Given the time of year, it looks spooky as hell with the decorations since the light only moves so far before it’s no longer strong enough to penetrate the darkness of the trees.

Tombstones, spiderwebs, haunting glowing orbs, fallen leaves. The ambience is dead on. Pun-intended.

We each bring a dish to the party. Since there are thirty hockey players, plus partners and families and whatever, it’s not reasonable for one or even a handful of people to be responsible for all the food to feed this crowd.

I bring a bean, corn, and squash succotash that my family has been making for generations.

I changed it up a little by using colored corn so it's not so monotone in color.

“Hiya, Dasan,” Mallory, one of the teenagers who lives here, greets as she opens the door. She immediately takes my large bowl and gives it a big sniff. “I love the food you make,” she says, sighing. “Everyone is out back.”

She turns with a flip of her hair, not waiting for a return greeting or even a comment. Chuckling, I follow.

Maybe half the team is here so far. I spot Shively right away.

Tonight, he’s wearing the bear trap dick cage with a hook for the leash that’s currently around my neck.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to be, but as soon as I put this damn thing on him this morning before I left his house, I knew that whatever I was going as, I was bringing his leash. It needed to be a part of my costume.

“Okay, what are you?” Marion asks as he looks me over.

“You can’t tell?” I do a little spin, making sure he sees my fanny pack with poopy bags hanging out—one is even tied to the side with a link of breakfast sausage in it. I have a beanie on, and my shirt says, “Best Doggy Daycare.”

“No,” Marion says, frowning.

“I’m a dog walker,” I supply. “Are there no dog walkers in Greece?”

“I suppose. That’s not a good one. Where is your slutty skirt?” He waves a hand in Felton’s direction, and I burst out laughing.

“Doesn’t he know that’s for, like, young women?” I ask.

“He say clothing has no gender,” Marion says, shrugging.

I grin when I meet Marion’s eyes. “You’ve already pointed it out, haven’t you?”

“My mistake,” Marion says.

I take a step back to look at him. He’s a whole lot of blue and white stripes. “What are you?”

“Flag of Greece.”

“Wow, dude. Creative.”

He shrugs. “I should have worn small skirt. You’d have been more impressed.”

I laugh, clapping him on the shoulder and heading for Felton. He meets my eyes and gives me a beaming smile. “Sexy, man,” I tell him as I get closer.

“Thank you,” he says, bowing his head. “I’m the bad cop. Ren is the good cop.”

I snort. “I’m not sure your interpretation is what that means.”

“I don’t know.” He turns to the side and twerks his ass. “I’m being bad, right?”

“Oh my god, there are kids here!” Denny says, covering Ty’s eyes.

“Dear, I think you need to cover my eyes. Ty isn’t going to remember this, but I sure as hell will,” Tyler says as he watches Felton do another show of twerking. I didn’t even know big men could do that.

Denny snorts and waves in Felton’s direction. “Look all you want, Tyler. I’m not sure you could handle that man.”

Ren stands beside Felton, and I think we all feel his calming presence. Tyler’s eyes get wide, and he immediately looks away. I chuckle.

“Hands down, Ty takes the show. Even over Cocksucker’s ass sticking out and dick flapping,” Willits says as he joins us. “Seriously, that’s the cutest damn gremlin ever.”

It’s not often that we see Denny with his kid. Or his partner, for that matter. Sometimes, when he talks about the Tylers, I imagine that he’s living a parallel life and the Denny he’s talking about isn’t the same Denny I play hockey with.

Seeing him with Ty on his hip and Tyler at his side, Denny’s arm around his waist, he looks like a different man. I feel a strange sense of pride for him.

“You see what Coach is wearing?” Zenia asks as he joins us with a plate of food.

Ty picks his head up off Denny’s shoulder and begins smacking his lips. I can tell that Zenia has been around Denny’s kid many times because he breaks off the tiniest piece of potato salad and carefully feeds the bite to Ty without breaking conversation.

I smirk. I’m not the only one who thinks it’s cute as fuck.

“I think that’s a Viking get-up,” Zenia says. “It’s awesome.”

“It’s hot,” Felton corrects as he looks over all the heads toward our coach.

I don’t comment, even as I follow the direction they’re looking. Over the last few days, Shively and I talked about what costume he could wear that would hide the bear cage chastity device, and we agreed it needed to be something loose around the middle. Loose but not in a weird way.

I almost had him in a kilt with one of those belts over his goods. That was plan B if we couldn’t find something he was more enthusiastic about. Once we saw the Viking costume and I noted the way he smiled, that was plan A. It worked out.

And yes, Shively is a hot Viking. Even with short hair.

“You know what I love about this team?” Felton asks. We turn our attention back to him. “Your masculinity and sexuality aren’t fragile. Your first reaction to me in this little skirt wasn’t scorn but compliments. It’s nice.”

“For the record, mine was teasing,” Zenia says, but he’s smiling.

“Good-natured teasing is not scorn, though,” Felton says. “You didn’t even scoff at me when I said Coach is hot as a Viking.”

“We’re waiting for Ren to scold you,” Denny says. “Go ahead. Spank him for drooling over another man.”

“You just want to see him get spanked,” Willits says.

Denny shrugs, not denying it.

I laugh. Felton is right. We have a relatively open, supportive, and confident team, something I might take for granted. I’ve been with Winnipeg long enough that I’ve become comfortable here. I know I’m respected as a person and as an athlete.

That can’t be said of every team. Looking different often comes with stigma, and even when you prove them wrong, you can still be viewed as someone who’s there simply to make a team appear diverse.

You can be better than them in the same position, yet they’ll still view you as someone who’s there for inclusivity purposes and not because you earned the spot.

I suppose that I’m fortunate in playing for Winnipeg. I haven’t faced the same treatment here. I don’t imagine that I’ll experience the same if I’m traded elsewhere.

My eyes skim the crowd until I find Shively again. The thought of leaving Winnipeg makes my stomach roll. It’s not just about how I’m treated and the friends I’ve made. Not anymore.

His eyes flicker to mine, and even from across the yard, I can see them heat up.

My cock is already half hard, excited because we know that Shively’s is trapped in a literal cage and I have the only key around my wrist. He’s here, with his team and their families none the wiser that his dick is in a cage. For me.

I lick my lips, and I swear his cheeks flush. Smirking, I turn away. Felton is shimmying his ass again, and somehow, Zenia has Ty clapping. Ty stops long enough to smack his lips for another bite, which Zenia obliges, then continues to clap and urge Felton on.

Sometimes, I don’t remember to acknowledge how fortunate I truly am.

It’s not easy making good friends in such a competitive job when you’re always vying for each other’s positions, but I have some really good friends.

And with Ren and Felton’s relationship, I think I’ve gained a few more really good friends.

Apparently, I’m feeling rather sentimental tonight.

Denny leaves the party early when Ty begins getting fussy and tired. Other families with young children leave somewhere between seven and eight. I stay until right after Shively leaves around midnight, then I follow him home.

He’s stopped leaving his door unlocked, but I now have a key so I let myself in. Shively is right where I expect him—waiting for me on the living room floor, naked and beautiful.

There’s heat in his eyes as he stares at me, watching me undress in front of him. He licks his lips, and while I have a lot of things I want to do to this man, I’m still working on getting him used to touching me, so tonight, we’re going with servitude. Time for some dick maintenance.

Now naked and with leash in hand, I crouch down to hook it on the loop at the top of his cock. His cock that’s forced into a soft position and is currently straining against the cage. I kiss him lightly and get to my feet. With a gentle tug on his cock, I tell him, “Up, pet.”

Shively gasps as he gets to his feet. I tug the leash again, forcing him to come nearer to me. His whimper mixes with a moan, and I bring him against my body. “You have no idea how much I enjoy you in this, Shiv,” I murmur, kissing him.

“You like this one best,” he says, breathlessly.

“Oh, I do. How do you feel?”

“Trapped,” he answers.

I grin. “Is it painful?”

“Not yet, but I think it’s going to get there.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because no one turns me on more than you, Master.”

Oof. I hate that word. I know we’re trying it on again this week, but I make a face, causing Shively to laugh.

“I’m going to walk you around the house for a minute. I want you to keep the chain snug so you feel me leading you around. Understand?”

Shively nods.

I kiss him again, letting my mouth linger against his before pulling away.

Shively does exactly as I instruct him to.

There’s always tension on the chain lead as I wander around his house.

I’m not looking at the rooms we’re walking through or even the furniture.

I’m listening to the way he whimpers, whines, and groans.

Finally, I end in his room and let him out of the cage. Shively takes a deep breath, and his cock hardens and grows before my eyes. He did remarkably well keeping himself under control for so long, especially when I see how quickly he hardens as soon as it’s off.

I climb onto the bed and lie down. “Come please your master. I want to feel you all over me, pet.”

Shively nods and climbs onto the bed. I spread my legs to give him room, and he drops his mouth down to my dick. Right away, he sucks with purpose, and I groan, my hips lifting off the bed. A rush of pleasure bursts through me as he sucks.

The intensity doesn’t last long though. He sighs and rests his head on my thigh where he sucks me gently while massaging my balls and the length of my dick not in his mouth. His hand moves over my thigh, my stomach, and up to my chest where he plays with my nipples.

His tongue flicks against my piercing, causing little rivulets of pleasure to jolt through me.

This isn’t quite the same as when he suckles.

He’s far more attentive with his tongue and the alternating pressure when he sucks.

But I think maybe he needs to lose himself in what he’s doing as much as I want his hands on me.

We haven’t talked about subspace and his needs in that area yet. It’s a conversation on my list of those we need to have.

When his eyes flick up to mine, I know he’s looking for guidance. I brush his hair from his forehead. “You’re doing really good taking care of me,” I assure him. “Are you feeling more comfortable with your hands on me, pet?”

Shively nods.

“Where do you like to touch me the most?”

His fingers stop for a minute, then they move to my thighs. I grin.

“You like my legs, huh?”

I love the way the corners of his mouth twist up around my dick in a smile as he nods.

“What else do you like about your master?” I ask.

He taps my cock.

I laugh. “You like my dick.”

Shively nods.

“You like to suck on it.”

He nods again.

“Do you like to touch it?”

His hand wraps around it, and he nods.

“Do you like it in your ass?”

His nod is so intent that my cock slips from his mouth a little.

“Such a good pet you are,” I tell him. “Making your master feel good like that.” I continue to brush my fingers through his hair. “I love that you can suck on me for hours without getting tired. You like that too, don’t you?”

He hums around my cock as he nods.

“You like my piercing?” I ask as his tongue flicks against it again.

His hum is accompanied by another flick of his tongue and a nod.

“You know what I think?” Shively’s eyes meet mine. “I think I’ve been waiting for you, Shiv. You’re remarkable. You make me feel so good, and I love the way you enjoy me.”

Shively’s mouth comes off my cock, which surprises me.

He doesn’t usually answer verbally when he’s on my dick like that.

“I think so too,” he says. He bites his lip as he glances at my dick.

“This is the only place I want to be most days. You make me feel…” He takes a breath, closing his eyes. “Useful. At peace. Wanted.”

I press my finger to his lips, and he smiles, opening his eyes to look at me. He kisses my finger then goes back to my cock. I press him down a little further so he takes more of me.

Useful. I’m not sure I like that word. I’m not sure what’s behind it, but if the opposite is useless, I’m worried about how he truly feels in life.