Some Gravy on the Side

[Guest]

This is a work of complete fiction - I make no representation as to either Ryan Grave’s or Jonathan Toews’ sexual orientation… but a man can dream… and they are both incredibly hot and the thought of Ryan being drugged up and dominated by a sadistic Jonathan is almost enough to make me spontaneously bust a nut! This story is inspired by two sets of gifs… one of Toews in his sweaty gear handing an award to one of his team mates; and the other of Graves being interviewed in his sweaty compression top.

Ryan Graves had been walking to the locker room when the reporter cornered him for an interview. Not actually a reporter, she was on staff at the club and provided content for the fans and for the club’s social media channels. In truth, the content effectively made the players pieces of meat to be consumed by the female and gay male fans of the club. Ryan didn’t mind. In truth, he had received a fair few advances from male fans and had taken a few of them up on the offer, so he didn’t’t mind the free advertising!

This time, he actually wasn’t particularly keen to talk… he had played the entire game stuffed with a combined anal lock, cock ring and urethral sound that made every step torture. He hd burped a steady stream of pre-cum into his jock that would certainly have contributed to the festering brew of cum, sweat, pre-cum, lube and ass juice that the jock had soaked up over the season… yes, the season was almost over and he had worn the same jock every game and every practice; every gym session, every sex session, and every night’s sleep since the start of the season. Thank God hockey was a sport of smells and stink… .otherwise he would never have got away with it.

He finally escaped the interview and walked into the deserted locker room. He breathed deep as he entered. Despite the best efforts of the team’s equipment manager - who diligently managed to keep the worst of the infamous “hockey smell” away from the team’s gear, the familiar damp, sweaty smell assaulted his nostrils as he walked to his stall.

He loved the fact that the smell was still in the air. His dick gave a lurch in the confines of his jock and he groped his package in lust. He Brought his hand to his nose and breathed again. “Fuck!” He thought to himself, “That’s getting rank even for me!”

He felt another drop of sweat make its way from his hairline, down his chilled jaw, down his neck to join the hundreds of similar droplets that made his tight compression top cling to his defined upper body. Every curve of his muscular frame was visible thanks to the way that the material clung to his frame.

He knew that the base layer smelled too - he was not exactly a heavy user of deodorant - preferring the natural smell that comes from a hard workout. He was surprised the reporter had not made a remark on it. He knew she could smell it.

He stripped off his jock, base layer, and socks; quickly stowing them in the sealed plastic container that made sure they were always “fresh” and headed to the shower. Despite his filthy proclivities sexually, he loved to get under the steaming hot water to rinse away the ups and downs of the game. He made a detour past the toilet stalls and eased the ass lock out of his aching hole. He made sure to lick the ball clean, videoing the act to post to his Onlyfans account. By some miracle, he had somehow managed to keep his Onlyfans away from the media. He unlocked the cage and his dick sprang free. He resisted the urge to jerk himself off to a massive orgasm, satisfying himself to a few stray tugs before sauntering to the showers.

He loved the feeling of the hot water cascading over his tired muscles. He allowed his mind to wander: first to his team mates and then to the captain of the opposing team: Jonathan Toews. What a fucking stud! His dick started to rise as he recalled the videos and gifs he had watched of the “Captain Serious.” From the ice bucket challenge to the gif of him handing some award to a team-mate, to the one of him being put through his paces in the gym; he was a picture of physical fitness. “What I wouldn’t do to see him naked,” he thought to himself as he gave his dick another tug.

He froze for an instance, convinced that he had heard someone in what he assumed was the deserted locker room. “Must be my guilty conscience,” he thought to himself and went back to his shower.

He got out of the shower. Still damp, he pulled his rank jock back over his thick thighs and locked cock; revelling in the familiar smell as it reached his nostrils. Old sneakers, faded, tight blue jeans and a tight t-shirt completed the look. He surreptitiously glanced over his shoulder and reached into his locker. His hand found the familiar little baggie of crystals from the locker, smiling to himself as he considered all the possibilities for the rest of the weekend. He felt something else and her retrieved an envelope addressed just to him in the locker.

He opened it and his blood ran cold. “I know what you’re into” was all that was written, with his Onlyfans user ID where he knew he had his slam videos and some of his heavier content.

He was terrified he might be ruined…. He did not even notice the presence behind him until he turned around coming face to face with Jonathan Toews. “Hello Ryan,” the stud drawled before reaching out and cupping his balls in his hand.

[sexylilwhtboi]

Wicked awesome start. 😋

[shinelover]

Please don't take too long for part two!

[Sturm611]

 

[Guest]

6 hours ago, Sturm611 said:

 

Thanks for posting that! He’s such a stud!!!

[Guest]

Gravy on the Side - Part 2

 

Jonathan moved in close to Ryan, keeping a firm grip on the latter’s straining cock. Both men inhaled deeply, lost in the competing smells: the muskiness of the locker room, the damp equipment surrounding them and the freshly showered scent from each of their bodies.

Toews leaned in close to Ryan and nibbled at his neck. Ryan threw his head back and closed his eyes. Toews licked his way up Ryan’s neck and ran his tongue seductively along his jaw. Ryan groaned. Toews loved the reaction he was getting from the younger man.

“Turn around…” ordered Toews as he turned Ryan around and had him grasp the lockers with his hands and spread his legs wide. Toews ran his hands seductively up and down Ryan’s lean body until he reached the pockets of his tight jeans. “This is what I am looking for,” he said and removed the bag of crystals from Ryan’s jeans.

“Time to take these off,” he announced and tugged Ryan’s jeans down his powerful thighs. He gasped in appreciation as he saw Ryan’s dirty jock keeping his cock in check. “Dirty fucker,” he said hoarsely as his fingers started to probe Ryan’s ass. He leaned in and inhaled deeply.

Ryan’s entire body started to shudder as Toews’ tongue started to slowly penetrate him. A drop of sweat trickled into the cleft of Ryan’s arse and Toews moaned as he lapped it up appreciatively.

He stood up and reached a hand around Ryan’s head and stuck his index finger into his mouth. Ryan groaned. He could taste a mixture of sweat and arse juice on Toews’ finger as he suckled on it. Toews removed his finger, gave Ryan’s butt a slap, and then inserted his wet finger into the bag. It came up coated in Tina. Ryan hissed as Toews shoved his finger as deep into his rectum as it would go. But the burning quickly gave way to a hunger in his arse that demanded attention.

“You like that, you dirty bitch?” Asked Toews.

“Fuck yeah,” answered Ryan.

“Let’s take this elsewhere,” answered Toews

“I don’t think…”

“I don’t give a shit what you think….” said Toews sharply before Ryan could bring some sanity to bear on the proceedings.

Toews turned Ryan back around and led him, hand still firmly squeezing his cock through the jockstrap, to the Physio room, just off the locker room.

Ryan’s eyes went wide as he saw straps on the massage table and a tripod with a GoPro already set up.

“You’ve ben busy,” he said.

Ryan smirked and said, “You want this for your OnlyFans don’t you?” and switched the camera on.

He ordered Ryan to strip naked and get onto the massage table. Then, he quickly secured his hands, his legs, and his torso. He reached into his pocket, retrieving a jockstrap even riper than the one Ryan had been wearing and his open mouth. The younger man groaned in appreciation and Toews placed some athletic tape over his mouth to secure it in place.

Toews took a rig of caverject out of his pocket and grasped Ryan’s cock, cocking his head to one side, seeking permission. Ryan swallowed and nodded his head. Toews inserted the needle into Ryan’s cock and drew back the plunger to make sure he was not in a vein. He then depressed the plunger, delivering a huge dose to Ryan’s dick. “This’ll keep you nice and hard,” he said as he took the needle out. Next, he did his own dick; making sure the camera captured the detail.

Toews reached into his bag and took out some lube. He lubed up his fingers, and shoved three into Ryan’s arse, twisting them, opening the younger man up. With his other hand, he stroked his 10” cock to full erection and lodged his mushroom head against Ryan’s entrance. He wiped his hands on Ryan’s t-shirt.

“Now for the best part…” said Toews and he brought out a prepared rig.

Ryan’s eyes went wide, but there was clear hunger in them too.

Toews took an alcohol swab and wiped down Ryan’s arms.

“Fuck you’ve got hot veins,” said Toews. He took the rig and inserted it into Ryan’s arm and drew back the plunger to register. “Fuck yeah,” he muttered and easily depressed the plunger to deliver the payload into Ryan’s system.

As Ryan’s eyes flew wide and he started to breathe heavily (he never coughed), Toews shoved all ten inches of meat into his vulnerable hole. He stayed there, right on the edge of a huge orgasm, while Ryan’s arse spasmed around his dick, milking him right to the edge.

“My turn,” said Toews and took out a smaller slam for himself.

“My veins are almost as good as yours,” he remarked, as he found a vein easily, registered, and slammed himself. As the rush took him, he started to jackhammer into the younger man, sweat pouring off both of them. With a roar, he came, slamming repeatedly into Ryan’s hole.

Ryan’s entire torso was covered in sweat, and a massive pool of pre-cum coated his belly. Toews reached over and grabbed the rank josjstrap that Ryan had been wearing earlier and wiped him down with it.

“Round two,” he said as he started to grind his still hard dick in Ryan’s now loaded hole.

[Guest]

Unfortunately, the GIF set that I mentioned before is too big (apparently 2MB is the largest size allowable), so I have pasted the link to the post of the Ryan Graves interview that inspired the start of the story... He looks forlorn and dejected and as if he would like to be anywhere other than talking to this reporter! Haha! And I can only imagine how good that top must smell!

[think before following links] [think before following links] https://crossfitandtradies.tumblr.com/post/648201085820043265/gabelandeskog-avalanche-wild-112119

 

Edited June 13, 2021 by Guest

[Guest]

Just realised that the sex in that last chapter lasted exactly two sentences... apologies folks, it'll get better. It has been a looong time since I last wrote any of this sort of stuff, so I am a little rusty, haha!

[Guest]

[think before following links] https://crossfitandtradies.tumblr.com/post/644434857317072896/heres-a-video-of-jonathan-toews-looking-hot-if

This is another video of Jonathan Toews looking hot as fuck...

You say "obsessed" as if it's a bad thing!!!!

[Guest]

Gravy on the side Part 3...

Toews knew that his toxic seed was now brewing inside Ryan’s tight arse. “Fuck this is hot,” he thought as he flexed his cock and felt a generous burp of pre-cum find its way into the sloppy innards of Ryan’s hole.

Ryan was moaning behind his gag. His own turgid dick was begging for release, and Toews wrapped a calloused hand around the cock in front of him and jerked Ryan off. He kept a steady pace but backed off as he sensed Ryan’s impending orgasm. He would then frig the head of Ryan’s cock and then repeat the action; constantly keeping the younger man guessing.

Ryan was pouring sweat and almost pissing a constant stream of pre-cum. His moaning and writhing intensified as he got closer and closer to climax. But Toews was reading him like a book and would back off just before he reached the point of no return. The constant edging was driving him almost insane.

In the meantime, the sensations in his arse were also a constant distraction as Toews manoeuvred his dick in his sloppy hole, hitting his prostate and soothing the itch that the earlier booty bump had created. His saliva was also mixing with combined sweat and piss from the jock and the heady brew was pushing all the right buttons. He was a filthy pig and he knew it, but, fuck, it was as if Toews had read his dirtiest fantasies and decided to act them out. The thought of his idol doing this to him drove him closer and closer to orgasm. It was as if Toews had decided that the time for his release was at hand, because he started to jackhammer in and out of Ryan’s hole again and again - hitting his prostate with each massive thrust.

At the same time, Toews was jerking his cock with one hand and running his hand over the knob with the other.

All of the sensations were too much for Ryan and he shot an enormous load that sprayed all over his torso. His arse spasmed as he came and this drove Toews to come a second time, flooding Ryan’s insides with another huge load. Toews continued to jerk Ryan’s cock, ignoring the jerking and spasming and muffled shouts of protest coming from the bound stud’s mouth as his post-orgasmic-sensitive knob drove him wild.

Toews luxuriated in the sloppy hole that was at his mercy. He had saved himself for weeks in preparation for this day.

He marvelled at how he had stumbled across the Onlyfans account that had given him access to the bound stud beneath him.

An anonymous tip off from someone had taken him to the profile. He could not quite believe the sight before him as he had scrolled through the videos uploaded and was almost speechless when he had seen a couple of slamming videos uploaded. Ryan Graves was a depraved cockhound and Toews knew that he HAD to have that hole… But how? Fortunately for him, he knew that his team and Ryan’s would play against each other  soon. He knew the opportunity would present itself for only the shortest time and he would have to be lightning quick to take advantage.

After the game, he had rushed to the visitor’s locker room and cleaned up. Then, he had sneaked over to the home team’s locker room. It was a hugely risky move; but it had paid off. In reality, he had expected the whole thing to fall over but, he was pleasantly surprised to find, the locker room was deserted except for one and Ryan Graves was in the shower. He slipped the envelope into the locker in front of him and slipped away to the Physio room to await his prey. At leisure, he set up the bondage straps and camera and tripod that were now documenting Ryan’s debasement and awaited his his prey.

He looked down at the stud beneath him. Ryan was a heaving mess of muscle and sweat and cum. The “hockey smell” of the locker room and the fresh smell of sweat and cum radiating off the bound form below him added to the overwhelming feelings of horniness that assaulted his senses. He withdrew his cock and started to slurp on the exposed arse of the man beneath him. He had still not let go of Ryan’s cock and was still slowing jerking it, not allowing it to lose its steel hard erection.

He reached over and grabbed the sodden jock, making sure to wipe both himself down and the stud beneath him. He reached for his phone. He knew of a couple of mates who would enjoy using an NHL player and would overlook the ethics of drugging someone up and using them without obtaining direct consent. However, he knew he had to move the action away from the stadium and to somewhere more private.

He started to make his plans...

[Sturm611]

I ♥️the NHL.

[Guest]

2 minutes ago, Sturm611 said:

I ♥️the NHL.

You and me both mate...

[enedamian]

Always had the fantasy of being tag teamed by hot hockey players...

[Guest]

Gravy on the Side Part 4:

Toews’ phone was pinging constantly… “fuck, this is going to be huge,” he thought as he ground his still hard dick into Ryan’s sloshy hole.

“We’re going to take this elsewhere,” he said as he slapped Ryan’s butt, eliciting a loud yelp from the bound stud.

Untying his hands, and feet, he helped Ryan to his feet. Ryan stood there, albeit unsteadily, sweat cascading down his perfect torso. Toews leaned in and breathed deep: the musk from Ryan’s body bringing him to the brink of another orgasm. He took the sodden jock and wiped down the both of them and ordered Ryan to put it on.

Ryan knew that the entire complex would be deserted and that they needn’t worry about being caught. He walked to Ryan’s locker and retrieved his hockey socks and his base layer and ordered Ryan to put them on. He looked and smelled like a total slut - a man-whore, a depraved fuck boy with only one purpose - and that was to drain the seed of sadistic tops and act as a urinal and receptacle for whatever else they wanted to put in him. Toews smirked as he looked at the list of men who wanted in on the action.

He opened up BBRT and put up a quick connect ad, as well as uploaded a few pics to his Grindr and Scruff profiles showing his prodigious dick plowing the defenceless arse beneath him.

He packed away the BDSM equipment and camera and they made their way to the carpark.

“You’re too fucked to drive, man,” he said to Ryan in a good-natured, big-bro sort of way - you know, looking out for the kid in the relationship. In truth, he knew that Ryan may start to freak out and have second thoughts if he was allowed to think about things too much.

“Have this man, it’ll hydrate you,” he said, handing Ryan a Gatorade laced with GHB. Ryan gave him a grateful look and downed the whole bottle. He’d be putty in Toews’ hands in about 30 minutes.

“We’re going to a buddy’s house,” he explained as they pulled out of the car park.

The “buddy” was a hockey stud from one or two leagues below the one that Toews and Ryan played in - he had a basement dungeon with all the toys. It was also the store room for all his hockey gear and the smell was sure to put Ryan and Toews into the kind of depraved mindset they’d need for the night ahead. They pulled into the driveway and the 26 year old owner of the house beckoned them to drive into the open garage.

Ryan looked at the stud before him with lust in his eyes.

Wordlessly, the man, whose name was Brad, simply lifted his armpit and guided Ryan’s mouth to his pit. Ryan started a feverish licking, sucking and sniffing Brad’s rank pit and Brad just groaned as this NHL stud debased himself this way. Toews looked on with a smirk on his face as he grabbed Ryan’s har and pulled him off the feast in front of him.

“Here,” was all he said and placed the blindfold around Ryan’s head. He then stripped Ryan down to nothing and led him towards the stairs down to the basement.

As they led their unsuspecting prey down the stairs, Brad stated, “Twent…’” before Toews silenced him with a warning look. He shook his head and Brad smirked - clearly Ryan had no idea what was in store. Brad mouthed “twenty nine and counting” and Toews grinned a wolf like grin that did not reach his eyes.

It was just as well the young NHL player was blindfolded… the entire basement was bathed in a red light from the hidden LED lights throughout the room. There was a sling, a fuck bench, a St Andrew’s Cross, a fuck machine, various electro power boxes and electrodes, a violet wand as well as a wall festooned with toys from Bad Dragon and Mr Hankey’s that would make even the most seasoned bottom bitch cringe in fear. “29 guys!” thought Toews! “Fuck! This is going to be epic!”

They led Ryan to the sling, pushed him back into it and quickly secured his arms and his legs. As they prepared the rigs, they used clothes pins and put a network of pegs all over Ryan’s traps, pecs, nipples, lats, neck, triceps, biceps, things, calves, torso, cock and balls and threaded twine through all the holes in the pegs. Ryan hissed as his skin felt the fiery pinch of the pegs, but as he could not see the twine, he did not know what was coming.

Toews quickly located another beautiful vein in Ryan’s perfect forearms and delivered a 0.4 slam into his already tweaking young body.

“Fuck me… I thought I didn’t cough,” thought Ryan as his entire body felt like it was on fire and he was wracked by a massive coughing fit. His chest heaved and he was instantly covered in a fresh sheen of sweat as he rode the incredible rush. His dick seemed to almost piss a constant stream of pre-cum and watery cum as his cock got hard from the sensation.

Brad and Toews each grabbed some of the twine, looked at each other and, as the rush built, tore the pegs off Ryan’s body.

Ryan arched his back and screamed - his entire body felt aflame and the sensation only intensified as the others grabbed riding crops and started an assault on the angry welts that had appeared on Ryan’s body. As he jerked and thrashed ion his bonds, his hard dick sprayed pre-cum and piss all over himself and the others, who were both near enough to get showered. Toews was on hand to catch some of the residual in the now rank jockstrap that Ryan had been wearing earlier. He inserted it into Ryan’s open mouth and watched sin appreciation as the bound stud’s cock burped out a big dollop of pre-cum in appreciation. Brad’s phone pinged, he gave Toews a wolfish grin and went to let the new additions to the party though the front door.

[FFRubbrPIG]

The last part of chapter 4 with the pegs and twine and slammed is superb!!Look forward to even more fun!!!

LOVE to have that happen to me!!! Any offers in the UK?