I am, though no one knows that, I suppose.
Ren inclines his head in acknowledgment. “You know what? Maybe we rock the boat together and see who else we can get on board. We could request that the league call better positive attention to the minorities who play in the league,” Ren says thoughtfully.
I look around the gym. About a third of our team is present. We have a decently diverse team as far as nationalities are concerned. However, most are of white descent.
There’s such a strange stigma against Asians in North American sports too. They’re white, yet that’s almost erased because they’re Asian. It’s a strange oxymoron that I might not have noticed except that I’ve lived my life in the shadow of white men. I tend to notice when race is even an unconscious factor in something.
“Yeah,” I say, meeting Ren’s eyes. “Let’s do it. Diversity is beautiful, and it’s time the rest of the world gets on board with that.”
“I don’t have the motivation to take on the world, but I think I can handle the league,” Ren says. “Baby steps, Dasan.”
I smile. “Noted.”
CHAPTER 12
SHIVELY
The puck comes screamingdown the side of the rink, following the wall like it’s on a magnet. Felton comes out of the crease to stop its projection behind the net. The puck is moving so quickly that he doesn’t stop it dead in its tracks. It bounces off his stick and ricochets away.
Right toward L.A. number seventy-seven.
“Oh fuck,” someone says, but I can’t look away as seventy-seven takes their shot at the open goal.
I almost close my eyes. Almost.
But fucking Felton dives for the goal, and that fucker catches the puck. He catches it! The big man ends up flat on his stomach, stretched out across the ice with the puck safely in his big glove as the whistle blows.
My heart nearly stops.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Cocksucker!” Zenia Talmage hollers. “Nice save!”
“We’re going to see that replay for ages,” Nason Jordan comments, beaming.
I glance up at the screens, and sure enough, they’re replaying it already. Once through at full speed then a second time much slower. Felton literally flies through the air. In slow motion, itdoesn’t look like he’ll get there in time. The puck looks like it’s moving much faster than he is. Somehow, he lands just in time for the puck to hit his glove.
Goddamn, that was impressive.
One of L.A.’s players, Kain number forty-two, stops at Felton’s side and whacks his arm playfully. Felton beams.
There’s something to be said about the Gays Can Play group. Friendships span teams more clearly now. Even in the middle of the game, it’s not uncommon to see one of Felton’s GCP friends stop by to say something to him or him seeking one of them out after a particularly good play or maybe even a shit call.
Felton is a thoughtful man to begin with. It’s nice to see that he has so many friends on other teams. Hockeyisn’tforever, so it’s good to know that there are friendships that might endure after their careers.
My team swaps out players as the two meet at center ice again. Dasan is one who comes to the bench. His eyes briefly meet mine, and my breath catches. His chest is heaving with his heavy breathing.
Most of the time, it’s not difficult to keep my relationship with him entirely separate from hockey. We have roles to play here, and it takes all of our concentration and dedication. But there are times when he meets my eyes that have my breath freezing.
His lips quirk slightly as he takes a seat on the bench in front of me. He leans back for a minute, pressing his back to my legs.
My cock twitches, which is stupidly uncomfortable. Dasan put a new rule in place two days ago. Whenever he wants me to, I wear a male chastity cage. The first one was too easy to make out through my clothing, so I didn’t wear one yesterday. He stopped by this afternoon, a few hours before we needed to be at the arena, with a new one.
This first one was called a “bear trap,” and it had a loop at the end where a leash could be connected. I could see how much he wanted me to wear it, and the look on his face when he put it on me made the next several minutesveryinformative as to how uncomfortable this damn thing would be when I’m tempted to get hard.
However, when I put my slacks on, you could see the bars and especially the loop at the end. His disappointment nearly had me telling him I’d figure it out, but he made me take it off.
This second one is plastic and smooth. My dick feels interestingly snug and not entirely uncomfortable. My balls, on the other hand, are definitely uncomfortable being squished at the base while they hang outside the device. That’s what makes me wince whenever my cock twitches.
I’m ridiculously fascinated by this thing though. Seeing my cock squished into it is weirdly exhilarating. Knowing I can’t get out of it because he has a literal padlock on it—small, of course—keeps my heart racing whenever I think about it. Better yet, the only key to this device is in Dasan’s possession.
