DASAN
My newest favoritething 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 havegoodhomes.
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 withthe 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,youngwomen?” 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 covermyeyes. 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.”
