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The first slip came after a tough game against Montreal.
His former teammates were still homophobic douchebags and made his time on the ice hell. They played significantly rougher than necessary and made a lot of illegal hits on him. Ilya ended up in 2 physical altercations.
One after Comeau tripped him on the ice and almost “accidentally” skated over his hand. The other was after he scored a goal and Drapeau ended up calling him every homophobic and racial slur under the sun.
After the game instead of just having Ilya and Bood do the press run. Shane got dragged into it too, being a former Voyageur, the press wanted the drama.
The only good thing was that they won 3 to 1 and they were playing in their own stadium so Shane could get home to relax fast. The Ottawa fans were ecstatic this was their 7th win in a row. They were at least on a roll, even if Shane’s body was killing him and he was ten minutes away from passing out.
It took forever before the press realized they weren’t going to get any good sound bits out of him. When they did finally notice, they chose to wrap it up and Shane could finally go back to the locker room. Sitting in the locker room waiting for Ilya to finish his own interviews, Shane was exhausted and slowly getting a headache. As much as it would bother him to go un-showered he really just wanted to go home. Shower at their own house and get into bed.
The locker room was loud as the team celebrated their win against the second most hated team in the league after Toronto.
Luca and LaPointe were replaying a highlight of Luca making the second goal of the game. Dykstra was sitting on the bench playing his questionable music with Wyatt next to him trying to get him to turn it down. Bood had just walked back in from interviews and gave Barrett a clap on the back.
Thankfully if Bood was back Ilya wouldn’t be far behind. Shane was getting overwhelmed and overstimulated. He just needed to be home.
Ilya finally walked in a minute later and beelined towards him.
Taking stock of Shane and noticing the clear signs that he needed grounding. Ilya walked up between his legs and put his hand on the back of Shane’s neck.
He looked Shane in the eyes before talking. "Моя сладкая «газировка». Ты вот-вот лопнешь? Нам нужно тебя отсюда вытащить? (My sweet ‘soda pop.’ Are you about to burst? Do we need to get you out of there?)", Ilya said.
“You want skip shower and go home?”
“Yes Daddy.”
Shane was looking up at Ilya sitting on the bench, completely locked in him. He didn’t realize the locker room had gotten quiet. But Ilya did. Turning to block Shane’s view of the room he addressed the team.
“You all play amazing out there. Those washed-up losers on the Voyageur’s didn’t know what hit them. Drinks are on me tonight. Send me bills.” He paused before continuing “Also forget everything you just heard….or else!”
“Forget what Captain?” Bood and a few of the guys on the team echoed back trying to play off what they knew was a private moment
“You know what. Forget the words you just heard.” Ilya followed not understanding
“Forget what?” More of the guys said trying to also play off the mistake
“Forget the word daddy that just came out of my beautiful.” " ангел (angel)", Ilya spoke.
“What!” Shane yelped before turning bright red and peaking from behind Ilya.
The guys groaned just as Coach Weibe walked in with Harris and paused. “What did we miss” he said taking stock of the clearly awkward room.
“Nothing!” Ilya shouted before hurriedly shoving his and Shane’s things into their bags and rushing out pass him and the team.
“Sooooo.” Hayes followed “Ironic how the rookies call Shane and Ilya, mom and dad”
“Oh No!” LaPointe, Luca, and Young all shouted shooting him a dirty look.
“What did we miss!” Harris said, very confused and concerned now
“You don’t want to know baby” Troy said
Back at Shane & Ilya’s
Ilya walked into the bedroom and took a moment to just look at Shane. His arms were tied to the headboard, he was blindfolded, and his legs were wide. On display thanks to the spreader bar keeping him there. His cock was hard and leaking and his was needy.
“Daddy…” Shane moaned out, he knew Ilya had just come in. “I’m sorry I messed up”
No, " малышка (baby)", Ilya said.
“It is on me you were overwhelmed. I should have gotten you out of there sooner.” Ilya shushed him as he moved over to the bed.
Ilya’s voice was rough. “No more thinking. Just take and be good for me.”
Ilya leaned down his lips brushing the shell of Shane’s ear. “Let me take care of you.”
Shane let out a low moan that got louder when Ilya’s hands touched him. His palms dragging up his sides, thumbs circling his nipples until they pebbled tight. Shane gasped and his cock twitched. Ilya chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing lower, teasing the head of Shane’s cock before wrapping around his shaft. He stroked slow, deliberate, watching Shane’s hips jerk but not get much movement due to being strapped down.
“Look at you,” Ilya growled, thumb smearing pre-cum over Shane’s slit. “So fucking needy. You love this, don’t you? Being so good for Daddy, spread open and aching for me.”
Shane whined, his cock twitching in Ilya’s grip. “Daddy, please…”
“Sh….shhh.” Ilya said to calm Shane.
Okay " милый (darling)", Ilya cooed.
“It’s been a long day. Daddy will give you what you need.” Ilya reached down, grabbing the spreader and lifting Shane’s legs up and pressing down till his knees were by his face.
“Please….” Shane moaned and Ilya could see his asshole winking at him. Begging to be filled.
Ilya didn’t make him wait. He shifted, lining himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Shane’s tight, prepped hole. He didn’t go slow—no, he drove in hard, filling him in one deep thrust that made Shane scream. The stretch burned, but Shane loved it.
Ilya looked down at him, seeing his mouth slack and open, a bit of drool leaking out the side of his mouth. Blissed out being owned by him, claimed by him. Ilya couldn’t hold back, he fucked him like he belonged to him.
“Fuck…Daddy, it’s too good…” Shane babbled, his body trembling as Ilya set a brutal pace, hips snapping against his ass, all 9 inches pistoning in and out with wet, obscene sounds.
Ilya groaned, gripping the spreader and pushing down more, loving how flexible Shane was. His other hand came up to Shane’s neck and rested there. Not applying pressure, just a light weight of his dominance over Shane.
“You take me so well,” Ilya rumbled, leaning down to bite Shane’s shoulder. “My perfect boy. My good fucking boy, with a beautiful pussy.”
Shane sobbed, his cock leaking between them, his body strung tight like a bow. Ilya’s words making his asshole twitch around his cock. He could feel Ilya swelling inside him, knew he was close. And when Ilya snapped his hips forward three more times hard and pointed directly at his prostate Shane lost it.
“Daddy…I’m gonna….!”
“Come for me,” Ilya ordered, voice rough with his own impending release. “Come all over my sheets like the good little slut you are. Take Daddy’s cum”
That was all it took. Shane shattered, his back arching off the bed as ropes of cum painted his chest. His hole clenched around Ilya, milking him, and with a groan, Ilya buried himself deep and came, filling him with thick, hot pulses.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the scent of sex thick in the air. Ilya finally pulled out, leaving Shane feeling deliciously used and empty. His mind and body calm. Ilya untied his hand and Shane reached up, blindfold still in place, searching blindly for Ilya’s hand.
Ilya laced their fingers together, squeezing. " удивительный (amazing)", he murmured, pressing a kiss to Shane’s forehead.
Shane let out a shaky laugh, nuzzling into his touch. “Love you, Daddy.”
Ilya smirked. “Love you too, baby.”
The next day
Walking into practice Shane was confused with why so many people were side eyeing him and Ilya. Shane barley remembered yesterday after the game. Just getting home and being made right. This sometime happened after being with Ilya, things that don’t matter are just forgotten. Brushing it off he got ready and out on the ice with everyone else.
Out on the ice Ilya was helping Luca with his defense, getting him to be a more well-rounded player even if he did play Right Wing. After a while Ilya was happy with the improvement he saw.
“Amazing kid. I’m impressed.” Ilya said slapping him on the back.
“Thanks dad.” Luca said before he could think better of it. He paused along with the other guys. “Uhmmmmm…. I mean.”
“Not another word” Ilya said
After a minute the whole team burst out laughing and Luca skated away blushing.
Shane was confused.