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My Off-Limits Hockey Coach
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00:00After the hockey game, my tablet accidentally connected to Coach Knox's device.
00:05The screen flips to a video.
00:08That's me jerking off on screen, recorded last week.
00:12Last Wednesday, someone spiked my drink at the team party.
00:16I got myself off behind a locked dorm.
00:19In some secretly recorded video, my voice cracks open on a name.
00:24Tell me what to do, Coach Knox.
00:27My head snaps up.
00:29Knot is sitting in front of the entire hockey team.
00:31His face does not move.
00:33I kill the cast connection in one tap.
00:35The screen goes black.
00:37Knox does not look away from me.
00:39He does not blink.
00:40The coldest coach on staff wants to destroy me.
00:43I'm not scared.
00:44I'm excited.
00:45Knox is a beast in a coach's jacket.
00:46That is so fucking sexy.
00:49He has been sitting on this clip for a week.
00:51Now I know what hides under that face.
00:54During the post-game film session, no one dares to talk.
00:57Only Knox is there to tear into people.
01:00Sutton, on your feet.
01:01I stand up the moment he calls my name.
01:03My teammates lean away in their chairs.
01:06Coach Knox taps the notes against his palm.
01:08Need me to tell you what to do?
01:10Or can you got yourself off?
01:12Any other day I would be plotting revenge.
01:15Today the lecture does not not register at all.
01:18He keeps picking apart my reads, line by line.
01:22Everything he said sounds like flirting to me.
01:27He waves me back into my chair.
01:29I sit back down slowly.
01:32Film session ends and players start packing up.
01:36Knox is gathering his clicker and his coat.
01:39I bring my tablet up to the front bench.
01:42I hold the screen toward him.
01:44Coach, my screen did something strange earlier.
01:46My finger hovers above the screen.
01:49I want to make sure my device is okay.
01:51I tip the tablet slightly toward him.
01:54It pulled up footage that wasn't mine.
01:56Two players behind me glance at each other.
01:58One of them whispers that I have nerve.
02:01Knox does not glance at the tablet.
02:03He sets his clicker down on the table.
02:05Your tablet has a screen share bug.
02:06Mine never received a signal.
02:08He says it loud enough for the whole room.
02:10He turns on the players still hanging around.
02:12Practice starts in 15.
02:13Everyone get out now.
02:14The room empties in under a minute.
02:17Logan grabs my elbow on his way past.
02:20Coach Knox is a cold-blooded prick today.
02:23He's always giving you a hard time, isn't he?
02:25Don't let him in your head, Sutton.
02:27He claps my shoulder and jogs out.
02:29That leaves me alone with Knox.
02:31He still has not looked at me.
02:33He pretends to organize his bag.
02:34He acts like he never heard me ask.
02:37Logan's my friend.
02:38Of course he'd take my side.
02:40But the truth was the opposite.
02:42I was the one who kept messing with Knox.
02:44The reason I joined the hockey team was absolutely ridiculous.
02:47At the end of freshman year, my boyfriend broke up with me.
02:51Because he was obsessed with the campus heart drop, Vaughn Knox.
02:55I went straight to Knox to make trouble.
02:58I had him by the collar.
02:59I would have punched his lights out.
03:01My ex shoved through two players behind us.
03:04He pointed at my hand on Knox's jacket.
03:06This is why I dumped you.
03:08You're reckless.
03:09You're loud.
03:11You turn everything into a fight.
03:14A few players stopped near the equipment room.
03:17Logan stepped closer, ready to pull me back.
03:20My ex looked Knox up and down.
03:22Look at him, Cole.
03:23He's calm, built.
03:25He has his life together.
03:26I wanted someone like him.
03:29His smile stayed up until I moved.
03:31I yanked Knox down and kissed him hard.
03:34Logan grabbed my arm too late.
03:35My ex's face twisted.
03:37What?
03:37The whole hallway waited for Knox's to explode.
03:40But Knox only wiped his lower lip with fingers.
03:43He never looked at my ex.
03:45His eyes stayed on me.
03:47If by boyfriend you mean that scrawny freshman, I don't want him.
03:50I want you.
03:51Every player heard every word.
03:53My ex's face went white.
03:55He looked at Knox, then at me, seething.
03:59Cole Sutton, are you fucking serious?
04:00I dumped you.
04:01You were supposed to stay dumped, not crawl into his lap like some pathetic little prize.
04:06Then he shoved through the players and left.
04:08That made me feel much better.
04:11Are you serious?
04:13You want me to play club game?
04:14With you?
04:16Knox didn't explain.
04:18So I smiled at Knox.
04:19Fine.
04:20I'm in.
04:21Just to see the look on my ex's face when he lost his mind.
04:25It was not a wise decision.
04:28Knox was a tyrant of an NCMA coach.
04:31Everyone under him existed to be ruled, especially me.
04:34I fought him countless times.
04:36Nothing about his attitude changed.
04:38The good news was that by junior year, I had become a regular starter.
04:42That's a miracle.
04:43No one could pull that off.
04:44Unless his name was Cole Sutton.
04:46I was Knox's masterpiece.
04:47Knox was the only one who kept saying things like,
04:50For one second you looked like you belonged here.
04:52Then you opened your eyes and ruined it.
04:56He was a hot bastard of a coach.
04:58And I was very interested in him.
05:02One afternoon, I go to the coach's office.
05:05I need to turn in some overdue paperwork.
05:08No one is there.
05:09So, I lock the door behind me and sit down in Knox's chair.
05:13His browser history is still open on screen.
05:16The top tab is an anonymous blog.
05:18The page background is flat black.
05:20One red word sits at the top.
05:21Observation log CS.
05:23The pinned post is dated five minutes ago.
05:26A cursor still blinks at the end of the last line.
05:29The save indicator at the bottom reads just now.
05:32The page refreshes once, while I am still reading.
05:34He noticed.
05:36His eyes were trying to undress me.
05:38He asked.
05:39About the tablet.
05:40He must have seen.
05:42Is he flirting with me?
05:44I tap the trackpad and the line scrolls again.
05:47Hundreds of old posts load below it.
05:49I want to bend him over the desk he just sat at.
05:53Just ice cream.
05:55Why is he licking it like a dick?
05:57His tongue between my thighs.
05:59Sooner later.
06:00Every post lays out his fantasies about me.
06:03He has been writing about me for months.
06:05My hand stays flat on Knox's trackpad.
06:08The freak watching me is also my coach.
06:11I lean forward and reach for the keyboard.
06:13I open the comment section on the pinned post.
06:15I make a fresh account in 10 seconds.
06:18The handle I pick is swhowon'tbeanathlete.
06:21Then I type Knox a direct reply.
06:24I tap out one line, Argyne, under the pinned post.
06:27Big bro, this is not flirting.
06:29This is an invitation.
06:31Just take it.
06:32I post the comment and clear his browser history.
06:41That afternoon, I carried Pate's paperwork to Knox.
06:44His laptop snapped shut before I reached the desk.
06:48Knox tapped the desktop with two fingers.
06:52Leave it there.
06:53His dress shirt sat tight at his throat.
06:56I set the form down slowly.
06:58My fingertips brushed the back of his hand.
07:00Knox jerked away like the desk burned him.
07:03His fingers went straight to his collar.
07:05Not the top button stayed fastened under his jaw.
07:07A red line climbed above it anyway.
07:10I leaned over the desk.
07:14Coach, are you hot?
07:16My eyes dropped to his collar.
07:19Why so red?
07:20Knox turned toward the window.
07:23AC's broken.
07:24His hand reached for his water bottle.
07:27The cat was loose.
07:28Water spilled over his fingers and down his chest.
07:31His dress shirt was soaked and see-through.
07:34I whistled once.
07:35Nice build, coach.
07:36He slammed the bottle down.
07:39Sotten out.
07:39I raised both hands and back toward the door.
07:44When I turned the handle, Knox was already grabbing tissues.
07:48He scrubbed at the wet shirt like that could erase my touch.
07:52Soon, our varsity hockey team had a game.
07:55The last period turned into a knife fight near the boards.
08:00Knox stood behind the bench, barking short orders.
08:02I drove the final rush and buried the comeback chance.
08:06Teammates grabbed my helmet and kissed it.
08:08Sticks banged against the glass until the rink shook.
08:11I shouted with them for three seconds.
08:14Then I stepped back from the pile.
08:16My hands moved near the bench edge.
08:18Knox spotted me.
08:20He cut through players and leaned in close enough for only me to hear.
08:25Sutton, are you hurt?
08:26I lifted my head.
08:28Sweat dripped from my chin onto my jersey.
08:31My lips stayed against his ear.
08:34No, I just decided.
08:38Tonight, I'm still going to come thinking about your cock.
08:44The team kept roaring around us.
08:47Nobody caught the whole sentence.
08:49A freshman hugged Logan and blocked half the bench.
08:53Knox's fingers closed around his clipboard until the plastic bent.
08:56He turned to check on his forward.
08:58Behind him, I let out a low laugh.
09:00After the game, the locker room felt empty.
09:03Knox reached into his training bag and pulled out a lacrosse ball.
09:07He dropped it into my palm.
09:08Roll your hips and clavs tonight.
09:10Hydrate.
09:11Ice if the bruise blooms.
09:13I rolled it across my palm.
09:15So, where do you want me to stick it?
09:17Knox's shoulders locked.
09:19He looked at the ball, then at my mouth.
09:21I tilted my head.
09:22Or is this about that private video?
09:24You kept my clip because you loved it so much and now I get your post-game sex toy?
09:27My relentless teasing finally worked.
09:29His hand snapped around the back of my neck.
09:31My spine hit the locker frame.
09:32His face dropped until his breath touched my lips.
09:35For one second, Ken stopped pretending.
09:37The man under it looks ready to ruin both of us.
09:40A knock landed on the locker room door.
09:43The equipment manager called from the hall.
09:45Coach Knox, a family is waiting on release forms.
09:49Knox closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
09:51His grip loosened, one finger at a time.
09:54Back to your dorm, Sutton.
09:55Tonight is done.
09:56I walked to the door, Dot my fingers touched the sore mark on my neck.
10:00His fingers left red proof under my jaw.
10:03That hand would be dangerous in bed.
10:07Our team usually celebrated after games.
10:09And this time was no different, Dot.
10:11At the sports bar, our team owned the back room.
10:13Logan spun an empty bottle across the sticky table.
10:17Dot had stopped with its neck aimed at Knox.
10:20Knox had drunk enough to loosen his collar.
10:22His face stayed steady, but his eyes looked sharper than usual.
10:26Logan pointed with his beer.
10:28Truth or dare, coach?
10:30Knox rubbed two fingers across his brow.
10:34Truth.
10:35Logan grinned too wide.
10:37Do you have a crush?
10:38The table exploded, then went silent.
10:41Players leaned in.
10:43Knox lifted his glass, but did not drink.
10:45His gaze touched me for half a second.
10:49Yes.
10:51The room stalled on that one word.
10:53Someone slapped the table.
10:55Another player leaned forward.
10:57On campus?
10:59Do we know him?
11:00Logan nearly climbed over his chair.
11:03Give us a name, coach.
11:05Everyone watched Knox's mouth like it might crack open.
11:08Knox raised one hand.
11:09The room shut up again.
11:11That was one question.
11:13He stood and set his glass down.
11:16Restroom.
11:16I pushed my chair back before the door swung shut.
11:22Logan laughed first, so everyone else did too.
11:26The backroom noise closed behind me.
11:30Knox did not go to the restroom.
11:31He stood in the drafty stairwell with his collar open.
11:35A cigarette hung between his fingers.
11:37I stepped onto the landing and flicked my lighter.
11:40Knox bent just enough to light the cigarette from my hand.
11:44Smoke curled past his mouth.
11:47Sutton, keep your distance.
12:13Sutton, keep your distance.
12:15His other hand caught my jaw.
12:20The kiss landed hard, all teeth and warning.
12:23My back hit the wall.
12:24His body prized me there.
12:26I gripped his shirt and did not push him away.
12:28When he stopped, both of us breathed through swollen mouths.
12:31His forehead pressed against mine.
12:33Sutton, you asked for this.
12:37The black SUV cut through downtown minutes later.
12:41Knox kept one hand locked around mine.
12:43Street lights slid across his knuckles at a red light.
12:46He turned toward my mouth.
12:47Last chance to back out.
12:49His thumb dragged over my wrist.
12:51I hooked my fingers through his.
12:55Coach, don't sell yourself short.
12:57You probably taste better than that lacrosse ball.
13:00I licked my lips.
13:01The light turned green before he answered.
13:04Knox hit the gas.
13:05The seat caught my shoulders.
13:07His SUV slid into the underground garage beneath a downtown loft.
13:12Knox's downtown loft opened into cold gray walls and bare floors.
13:17Knox pointed toward the kitchen wall.
13:20Water or soda?
13:22I leaned against the entry table.
13:24Wine.
13:25You have that, right?
13:27Knox turned toward the bedroom hall.
13:29Wait here.
13:29I crossed the living room while he changed.
13:31A closed laptop waited on the coffee table.
13:34I lifted the lid.
13:35The screen woke.
13:36A live dorm feed filled the display.
13:39That was my dorm room.
13:42My bed sat in the frame.
13:43My desk lamp glowed beside my books.
13:46My team jersey hung from the chair.
13:47The feed boxed in every private thing I owned.
13:51Knox stood behind me.
13:52He didn't grab a drink.
13:53His shirt hung open, buttons loose.
13:55It looked like he had gone to clean up.
13:57I kept one hand on the laptop lid.
14:02How long have you been spying on me, coach?
14:05Knox ran one hand through damp hair.
14:08He stepped around the coffee table.
14:10Why assume watching was all I wanted?
14:13He bent and pulled white athletic tape from under the table.
14:19His eyes dropped to my wrists.
14:22Hands.
14:24His order sounded different from practice.
14:26Everything else dropped away.
14:27I only held on to one thing.
14:29Knox wanted to play a game with me.
14:31I held out both hands.
14:33Coach Knox never taped players up, but he did it well.
14:36The tape touched my skin.
14:37Cool and tight.
14:39Knox rapped once.
14:40Then again.
14:41His thumbs tested the give.
14:43He tied a tight trainer's knot above my head.
14:45My arms stayed against the couch back.
14:48Blood still warmed my fingers.
14:50The tape would not slip.
14:51Our clothes hit the floor.
14:53His mouth moved down my stomach.
14:55Then he settled between my legs.
14:57I reached for his hair by instinct.
15:00The tape stopped me hard.
15:02My hips twisted instead.
15:04Knox held me down with one hand.
15:05His mouth stayed on me.
15:07His other hand moved lower.
15:09His fingers pushed inside me.
15:11Slow first.
15:13Then deep enough to my back lift.
15:15I pulled against the tape again.
15:17The couch frame knocked behind my wrists.
15:21Knox looked up without stopping.
15:24Too much?
15:26His lips were wet.
15:28Thumb pressed into my hip.
15:30They cut the tape shorter?
15:31I laughed through my teeth.
15:33Why?
15:34Worried you can't satisfy me, coach?
15:37Knox was not easy to provoke.
15:38I already knew that.
15:41He was better at making me pay for trying.
15:43I'm not moving again, Cole.
15:46You want it, you work for it.
15:49Are you kidding me?
15:50You've got me pinned down.
15:51How the hell am I supposed to move?
15:53Or beg me.
15:55Knox expected me to get embarrassed or fight him on it.
15:58I opened my mouth right away.
16:00Fuck me hard, coach.
16:02Just like you wrote in those posts, you had more ideas than athletic tape, didn't you?
16:07Knox did not reach for another toy.
16:10He pushed into me himself.
16:11He was too thick.
16:12I held my breath, and he kissed me open again.
16:16Damn it, he was good at this.
16:19Morning sun cut across Knox's bed.
16:21I shifted one inch and stopped.
16:22My lower back answered first.
16:24My wrists answered second.
16:26Athletic tape left red bands around both wrists.
16:29Purple shadows sat under the marks.
16:31The other side of the bed was already cold.
16:33I sat up with the sheet at my waist.
16:35A note waited on the nightstand.
16:38Don't be late for practice.
16:42By noon, I walked into the athletic center.
16:45Logan caught me outside the player's lounge.
16:46His hand closed around my elbow.
16:48Cole, stop.
16:49Something went live.
16:50He shoved his phone close.
16:51An anonymous campus app filled the screen.
16:54Blurry photos showed the stairwell, the SUV, and Knox's hand on me.
16:58I reached for the phone.
16:59Logan pulled it back fast.
17:01They're saying you hooked up with Knox.
17:07I stepped into the locker room with Logan beside me.
17:10Three freshmen stopped whippering.
17:12Their eyes dropped to my wrists.
17:13Then jumped away.
17:15Someone pointed at the lineup board.
17:16My name still sat on the first line.
17:18A scratched up winger tapped my locker.
17:21Funny how fast a guy learns hockey in college.
17:24Two benched forwards laughed too loud.
17:26One leaned against the stalls.
17:28No club years.
17:29No real system.
17:32Then Knox makes him untouchable.
17:35Logan stepped between us.
17:36Back off!
17:37The winger looked around at Logan's shoulder.
17:40Why?
17:42Compliance will ask the same thing.
17:44Did you start with a blowjob?
17:46How many times does Knox have to fuck you?
17:50Is that how you get a starting spot?
17:53A freshman pointed at the phone.
17:55Stairwell, SUV, coach's place.
17:58How many places have you two fucked?
18:01The room laughed in pieces.
18:05The hookup rumor did not cut deep.
18:07The attack on my spot did.
18:10I started hockey out of spite, but three years was enough to make me love it.
18:15I was the team's ace.
18:17I never doubted that.
18:20I took Logan's phone and shut the screen off.
18:24Shut up, losers.
18:28You can't beat me on the ice.
18:31You can't beat me in bed either.
18:33Can you?
18:35Logan exhaled through his teeth.
18:37The freshmen stopped smiling.
18:39The two bench forwards looked away first.
18:41The rumor kept moving.
18:42By game day, everyone had heard it.
18:45No official complaint came down.
18:46The lineup board went up anyway.
18:48My name was gone from the first line.
18:50The winger who ran his mouth had my spot.
18:52He tapped his stick like the promotion proved him right.
18:55I sat at the bench edge and watched the opening shift through the cage.
18:59He lost the puck at the blue line.
19:01Next shift, he missed a breakout pass.
19:04The other team turned both mistakes into pressure.
19:07The scoreboard changed before our bench settled.
19:09One goal, then another.
19:11The crowd noise shifted from buzz to roar.
19:13Shoot the fucking puck!
19:15What the fuck are you doing?
19:17Get your shit together!
19:21Open your fucking eyes, ref!
19:23That was fucking pathetic!
19:25Knox stood behind us with his arms folded.
19:28His face got tighter after every blown coverage.
19:31Another puck was rang off our post.
19:33The crowd groaned.
19:34Knox finally turned his head.
19:35Sudden.
19:35Knox pointed toward the boards.
19:38Change.
19:38My stick came off the rack.
19:40Every helmet turned with me.
19:42The replacement stayed frozen near the gate.
19:44Logan's mouth opened, then shut again.
19:48I stepped to the boards.
19:50Knox walked straight at me in front of everyone.
19:53His hand rose to the edge of my helmet.
19:54His fingers braced to the back of my neck.
19:57He put down and kissed my helmet.
19:59The bench lost all sound.
20:01The rows behind us went quiet.
20:03Knox leaned close to my ear.
20:04You're great in bed, same on the ice.
20:06Give me the win.
20:07Prove why I trust you.
20:09I looked straight at him.
20:10Keep talking like that, and I'll drop my helmet.
20:12Kiss you right here.
20:13Knox's thumb pressed once under my helmet.
20:15Not now.
20:16His voice dropped lower.
20:18Win first.
20:18I swung one leg over the boards.
20:20My first shift changed the ice.
20:22The crowd took a second to catch up.
20:24Then they saw it.
20:25I won a puck off the boards.
20:26I blew past the first defender.
20:28I pulled the second one with me,
20:30then put the puck right on Atla Logan's tape.
20:32Logan buried it.
20:34The bench slammed the boards.
20:36Logan was the first one yelling my name.
20:39The crowd changed with him.
20:41The boos thinned out.
20:43Then they turned into cheers.
20:44The announcer changed tone before the replay ended.
20:47Look at that red by Cole.
20:49That's not just speed.
20:50That's hockey IQ.
20:51Next shift, I cut off a pass on the back check.
20:54I turned it the other way before their winger could blink.
20:56I took the middle of the ice and made everyone move at my pace.
21:00He's controlling the neutral zone now.
21:03The announcer said, speed, hands, instinct.
21:07And look at the two-way work.
21:08He's not cheating for offense.
21:10He's reading everything.
21:12The bench felt it too.
21:13The guys who doubted me started tapping their blacks.
21:16Then they were pounding the boards.
21:17Cole!
21:18Cole!
21:18The arena picked it up.
21:20I didn't score every goal, but I tilted the ice.
21:23I found lanes.
21:25The game flipped.
21:26The announcer sounded almost stunned now.
21:28You have to remember, Cole barely had real ice time before college.
21:33Almost no system.
21:35No real hockey background.
21:37Coach Knox found him before anyone else did.
21:39And now look at him.
21:41The reed.
21:42The nerve.
21:43The hands under pressure.
21:44This is rare.
21:45By the final minutes, the crowd was on its feet.
21:48Every touch got louder.
21:50I took one last shift and locked down the middle.
21:53The horn sounded.
21:54We won in a roar.
21:55And this time, when they chanted my name, no one was laughing.
21:59Players spilled over the boards and surrounded me.
22:02Gloves smacked my helmet from every side.
22:04Logan got there first and grabbed my cage.
22:07That's first-line hockey!
22:09The replacement winger stood on the bench rail.
22:11His stick hung loose in one hand.
22:13He said nothing while the crowd chanted my name.
22:15The boos from warm-ups were gone.
22:17The lower bowl was on its feet.
22:19Knox only watched the scoreboard.
22:20Then me.
22:21The wind sat between us like evidence.
22:23Everyone could see he picked right.
22:24I moved through the crowd and stopped in front of him.
22:27I took off my cage.
22:30Good eye.
22:31I'm here to prove it, right?
22:33I said proud.
22:34He gave it right back.
22:35Keep talking like that, and I'll fuck you right here.
22:40Three months later, my name stayed locked on the first line.
22:43The campus rumor turned into a joke everyone knew.
22:46Nobody said it near Knox.
22:48My gear started living in his downtown loft.
22:51Days almost felt normal.
22:52Knox studied game tape at the table.
22:55I ran drills on the screen, then beat Logan online between meals.
22:59By night, the whole apartment was ours to fuck in.
23:02Knox was brutal on the ice.
23:04He was brutal in bed, too.
23:05I might talk back during a game.
23:07But when his hands were tight on my waist, and he was pounding into me without holding
23:11back, all I wanted was for him to go harder.
23:14One evening, Knox left his laptop on the coffee table.
23:17He walked toward the shower.
23:19Water started behind the bathroom door.
23:21I sat on the floor beside the table.
23:24My fingers opened the old laptop.
23:26The hidden archive loaded.
23:28A observation log opened in a dark window.
23:30The newest entry sat on top.
23:32One line filled the page.
23:33I finally caught him.
23:34I scrolled past the entry.
23:36A folder with no name sat under the latest archive.
23:39Its icon had no preview, no label, and no date.
23:43I opened the folder.
23:44Under the shower, Knox was naked in the steam.
23:47I turned the laptop screen toward him.
23:49You've been planning to get me.
23:50He didn't deny it.
23:51I stepped into the shower.
23:53Hot water soaked through my clothes.
23:55You posted that rumor.
23:57The one saying I fucked my way onto the first line.
24:00You bet your whole career on it.
24:02You used the rumor to tie me to you.
24:06I pointed at the files on the screen.
24:08You posted the photos too.
24:10Of course you had them.
24:11You've been watching me this whole time.
24:13My voice dropped.
24:14And the spiked drink.
24:15That was you too.
24:16What were you thinking?
24:17That I'd come straight to you?
24:19That I'd beg you to fuck it out of me?
24:21He finally spoke.
24:22I wanted all your information.
24:25What?
24:26Height.
24:27Weight.
24:28Shot side.
24:29Fitness level.
24:31Injuries.
24:32Training limits.
24:33Allergies.
24:34Sounds like a reliable coach.
24:36He kept going.
24:37I also wanted to see every inch of your skin.
24:40Your cock.
24:42Your face when you come.
24:44Whose name you say.
24:46I wanted to know everything.
24:48I took a deep breath.
24:49Then I tossed the laptop out of the bathroom.
24:51I stepped closer.
24:53Hot water ran over me.
24:55I rose onto my toes and hooked at my arms around Nox's neck.
24:58I pulled him down and kissed him.
25:00He got hard.
25:04You're a damn sexy pervert.
25:06I said against his mouth.
25:11So tell me coach.
25:13What does a pervert do now?
25:16Nox answered like it was practice.
25:18He locks you downstairs.
25:19Stairs.
25:20Basement.
25:21Locked.
25:21No audience.
25:22I tilted my head and looked him over.
25:24How big is it?
25:25Furnished?
25:26Wi-Fi?
25:28Private bathroom?
25:29Good sound pre?
25:29He pinsed me there and lowered his voice.
25:32Sutton, you think I won't?
25:34I started stroking his cock.
25:36My other hand hooked around his hip.
25:39His kiss hit hard enough to bruise.
25:42My shirt twisted open under his hands.
25:44We fucked in the shower.
25:46Years of training paid off.
25:48My coach couldn't break me.
25:49He only made us both more desperate.
25:52Afterward, we went back to bed.
25:54My legs stayed around him.
25:56His forehead rested against mine.
25:57Our breathing slowed against the damp sheets.
25:59Nox cupped my face in both hands.
26:01Do you want cuffs or a ring?
26:03I held his wrist.
26:06Both, coach.
26:08Three years later, I was playing pro hockey.
26:11Nox followed as my player development and performance coach.
26:14The league called us a perfect machine.
26:16Fans saw a star forward and the coach who built him.
26:19Trainers saw the rest.
26:20They looked at our data and stopped asking questions.
26:23My whoop never left my wrist.
26:24It tracked sleep, strain, and recovery.
26:27My practice vest carried a GPS pod between my shoulder blades.
26:31My equipment bag had a tracker hidden under the tape rolls.
26:34Nox knew when it left the rink, the hotel, or his car.
26:37The system looked professional from the outside.
26:39Recovery plans.
26:40Travel safety.
26:41Load management.
26:43Every label sounded clean enough for staff meetings.
26:45People inside the room knew what it really was.
26:47His control moved from scandal to schedule.
26:50It moved from rumor to data.
26:52It reached my whole career.
26:54I sat on the edge of our bed and opened the drawer.
26:57A new, a whoop band sat inside, sealed in black packaging.
27:01I fastened it around Nox's wrist.
27:04Nox didn't understand the gift.
27:06But he understood soon enough.
27:08When we kissed in the film room, his heart rate hit 85 BPM.
27:12That meant he was just turned on.
27:15If someone tried the locked door right then, it jumped to 92.
27:18And when I sat on him in the locker room and took his cock inside me,
27:21it reached 110.
27:23That night, Nox gave his verdict in bed.
27:26You've changed what I know about you, Cole.
27:28In a coach's eyes, you are one complete asshole of a player.
27:32Thanks.
27:33You taught me something too.
27:35What?
27:40This can beat for me.
27:41I kissed his bare chest.
27:43He stroked my hair.
27:44It always will.
27:46The locker lounge got loud when the new transfer arrived.
27:49He was fast, skilled, and built for my side of the ice.
27:53By the second week, the room called him Little Cole.
27:56Same position, same quick hands, same habit of cutting through traffic.
28:00Nox watched him during drills, because that was Nox's job.
28:03He corrected the kid's edge work twice.
28:06He rewound his clips after practice.
28:08The transfer took every correction as a private signal.
28:10He leaned back on the couch.
28:12Three guys crowded around him.
28:14He pointed toward the film room.
28:15His smile got wider.
28:16Coach Nox sees something.
28:19Maybe I move up depth of chart faster than expected.
28:21One teammate laughed.
28:23Move up where?
28:24You and Sutton are fighting for the same first line spot.
28:26The transfer looks towards the rink door.
28:28I'm not just taking his spot on the ice.
28:30The couch group started to cheer.
28:33Then he kept going.
28:34Maybe I'm taking his man, too.
28:37The noise dropped fast.
28:39A water bottle stopped halfway to someone's mouth.
28:42Two players looked toward the hall.
28:44I stood by the vending machine.
28:45My arms were crossed.
28:46That was not normal trash talk.
28:48The transfer kept smiling like he had won the room.
28:52That afternoon, the rookie got tested in practice scrimmage.
28:58I stood at the boards with my gloves on.
29:01Nox watched from strength center ice.
29:05The kid started fast and messy.
29:07He chased every puck.
29:09His shifts got longer.
29:11His edges got worse.
29:13One battle turned ugly near the wall.
29:15He reached too far and lost his stick.
29:18The shaft spun loose above the ice.
29:22It flew toward the bench lane.
29:24Toward me!
29:25Nox moved before anyone shouted.
29:27His hand locked around my jersey.
29:29He yanked me behind him and turned his shoulder.
29:31The stick cracked against his forearm.
29:33I grabbed Nox's arm before he could hide it.
29:36Red rose under the sleeve.
29:37His fingers flexed once.
29:39Then curled shut.
29:42The rookie froze near the faceoff dot.
29:45His mouth opened under the cage.
29:47Nox looked past me at the kid.
29:50The rookie wanted to rush over and explain, but he made a worse mistake.
29:56The ice beat him.
29:57He went down hard.
30:00His teammates skate in to help.
30:03They heard him mutter, wrecked and breathless.
30:08I'm fucked.
30:10Everything is fucked.
30:12Nox finally looked down at me.
30:14His arm was already swelling.
30:17You good?
30:18Don't steal my line, coach.
30:20Didn't you always say this?
30:22If your brain needs fixing, I've got a stick right here.
30:25He was the one hurt, but he held me tight.
30:29His heartbeat was loud than ever.
30:31I didn't need his whoop data to know it.
30:37Nox went to the training room.
30:3830 minutes passed.
30:41I waited by the training room.
30:43Nox came back out.
30:45He looked fine.
30:46He walked straight into me.
30:47He dropped his face into my neck.
30:51Handled.
30:51I rubbed water from his hair.
30:53I already handled it.
30:55Little Act Cole cried and apologized to me earlier.
30:58I forgave him.
30:58I was generous.
30:59I was a rookie once too, and I knew one thing.
31:02I would always be the best.
31:04No one could replace me.
31:05At the loft, we went straight to the study.
31:09Nox pressed a panel behind the shelves.
31:11A narrow door opened without a sound.
31:14The basement from his old thread was real now.
31:16It was not built to keep me in.
31:18It was built to keep us both inside.
31:21Shelves lined all four walls.
31:23Trophies and medals filled them.
31:25We won them together.
31:26The media caught us with the cup.
31:27Nox and I had our arms around each other.
31:30We looked untouchable.
31:33Nox opened a drawer under the center wall.
31:35He took out a black box and flipped the lid.
31:39Inside the box, silver handcuffs caught the room lights dot Nox lifted them by one ring.
31:45The metal swung between us.
31:48He looked at the photo wall, then at me.
31:53Whose turn tonight?
31:54The rule was simple.
31:56We flipped a coin.
31:57Heads meant Nox locked me.
31:59Tails meant I locked him.
32:00The locked one stayed in this room for 12 hours.
32:03The other gave every order.
32:04The game was dangerous because we both said yes.
32:07I took the coin from the drawer.
32:08I tossed it high and let it fall.
32:10It landed on the thick carpet.
32:12Heads faced up.
32:13Nox smiled and picked up the cuffs.
32:16The first ring closed around my wrist.
32:18The click echoed off the photo wall.
32:22Sutton, you're mine tonight.
32:23His thumb checked the space under the metal.
32:26I held out my other hand before he asked.
32:28But he didn't cuff my other hand.
32:31Nox took out a ring.
32:33He slid it onto my ring finger with care.
32:35By the rules, I didn't get to say no.
32:37I wouldn't have said no anyway.
32:39He kept his promise and gave me both.
32:42The cuffs and the ring.
32:45Meanwhile...
32:45...
32:46Man Thousand.
32:47...
32:48...
32:48...
32:48You
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