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 sexualityaren’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. IknowI’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’llstillview you as someone who’s there for inclusivity purposes andnotbecause 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 weknowthat 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.”
