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Pucking Royal
Deadly Puck Daddies
Book 5

Zack Wish

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KEEP IN TOUCH
Author’s Note
Prologue
1. Travis
2. Edward
3. Travis
4. Edward
5. Travis
6. Edward
7. Travis
8. Edward
9. Travis
10. Edward
11. Travis
12. Edward
13. Travis
14. Edward
15. Travis
16. Edward
17. Travis
18. Edward
19. Travis
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Author’s Note

Hey there, thank you for reading Pucking Royal. Please note that this is a fictionalized version of the real world.
As such, artistic license has been taken with the intricacies of the hockey season, team names, and of course
the fact that in reality a Mafia family could never own a hockey franchise… or could they?
Pucking Royal is intended to be fun, steamy, and full of just the right amount of action, violence, and sporting
drama on the ice. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy Pucking Royal…
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Prologue

The Ice Bears always played hard, but with many teams there would be the chance to socialize after the game
and sink a few beers together in a good sporting spirit.
But when the Ice Bears and the Red Dolphins faced off, the prospects of this kind of post-game friendliness were
always somewhere between zero and none.
The bitterness between the teams was real.
Truly, there was no love lost.
The Ice Bears and The Red Dolphins were two teams that just didn’t get along, either on the ice or off it either.
The games between the two teams were never friendly, with the competitive edge between the two sets of
players more often than not boiling over into brawls, shouting matches, and serious heat between both sets of
supporters too.
And with neither team ever willing to take a backward step, there was little prospect of this furious rivalry ever
settling down either.
But this was part of what made the matches between them so compelling for fans and neutral supporters alike.
The media would build the hype over the week leading up to the game and would never fail to bring up old
rivalries or controversies either.
As such, the players knew exactly what to expect when game day arrived.
A charged atmosphere in the stadium was a guarantee – as were the opening exchanges being played more like
a full scale war than a game of hockey.
However there was one way that an Ice Bears versus Red Dolphins Game could get even more heated, and that
was if they faced off against one another in the playoffs.
The players didn’t like one another at the best of times, but by turning up the heat via a playoff scenario, all bets
were off on how intense the feelings amongst them would get.
But whether that meant crossed hockey sticks or even crossed dicks, then there was bound to be trouble ahead…
Chapter 1
Travis

It had been a tough practice session. Travis could sense that the coaching team were desperate to win the
playoff game against the Ice Bears. In fact, there were even rumors that if the Red Dolphins didn’t make the
playoff final this season, there would be major changes to the team both in terms of the management and the
playing roster too.
Travis enjoyed playing for the Red Dolphins, so the last thing he wanted to do was find his position at the club
under question. No, he was going to fight with every lasty drop of blood, sweat, and tears to make sure that this
season was finally the year where the Red Dolphins toppled the Ice Bears and found glory.
‘You got it, coach,’ Travis said, whipping off his extra-tight under shirt to reveal his slim but athletic upper body.
‘I’ll be bringing the full Travis Carter show to those Ice Bears. I’ll be rule-breaking, crowd-baiting, opposition-
hating Travis. They won’t know what’s hit them.’
Travis smiled as his teammates cheered and his Red Dolphins head coach nodded in approval. Travis wasn’t
known for being the bad boy of the team for nothing – and that was quite something given the Red Dolphins had
such an infamous reputation in the league.
Travis was brash, bold, and didn’t care for anyone’s reputation.
When it came to taking on the opposition, Travis loved nothing more than singling out the most respected,
dignified member of the other team and going right for the jugular. Nothing was off limits when it came to
getting any kind of psychological advantage for his team.
And Travis loved the way that the opposition fans would boo his every touch of the puck too. Even out of
possession, Travis would hear the rival fans booing and hissing him as he skated near them.
Many players would have crumbled to dust when facing such hostility.
But Travis took the catcalls and profanities as a badge of honor.
Travis was a player who the opposition fans loved to hate, and he saw that as a great mark of respect. Had Travis
not been a good player himself, his taunts and tricks wouldn’t have been anywhere near as effective. But Travis
truly had the substance to back up his mischievous and rule-bending ways.
‘You’d better bring your A-game, Trav,’ Donovan said, the burly team captain standing dead center of the locker
room totally nude, his big dick swinging between his muscular thighs and his dark brown eyes piercing all the
way through Travis. ‘And don’t forget just how happy those sonsofbitches were when they beat us last season
either. Especially that asshole of a goalie.’
‘Don’t worry, Donovan,’ Travis replied, his eyes flashing down to Donovan’s thick cock before quickly focusing
again on his captain’s intense, handsome face. ‘Like I said, I’ll be giving them the full TC package.’
Donovan grunted his approval and walked into the hot steam of the communal shower area, his big, strong
buttocks tensing and flexing as he walked.
Travis couldn’t help but find Donovan hot, especially when he was butt naked.
But the truth was that Travis had never truly felt attracted to Donovan. There was something about Donovan that
Travis couldn’t quite put his finger on. He was sexy and gruff as hell, but there just wasn’t that spark. And even if
they had clicked romantically, Travis had sworn not to have another romance with a teammate. Not after what
happened last time.
But rather than dwell on a relationship that Travis would much rather forget, he simply put it out of his mind and
wandered over toward the row of mirrors on the other side of the locker room.
With his emerald-green eyes and buzzcut black hair, Travis was never short of admirers, either from within the
hockey world or outside of it. And being a young-looking twenty-three years old, Travis was often the subject of
much admiration from older guys who were looking for their perfect young hockey stud to play with.
But Travis was rarely impressed by the kinds of men who approached him in clubs or restaurants. Travis may
have been young, and he may also have been a Little, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t know his own mind or
have the ability to see when a man was only after one thing.
No, Travis was looking for a certain kind of man.
Travis wanted a Daddy.
And as far as Travis was concerned, he wasn’t going to settle for the first Daddy who tried to make him his Little
either. Travis might have had a reputation on the ice for being a rulebreaker and someone who sometimes
operated outside of sporting conduct, but outside of hockey he was a sweet Little who wanted the perfect Daddy
to make his life complete.
It was a hard circle to square in many ways.
But just as Travis wasn’t going to ever back down during a hockey game, he wasn’t about to lower his Daddy-
standards in his personal life either. And if that meant being single, then so be it.
‘Okay guys, make way for me!’ Travis called out, finishing off inspecting the slight bruising under his eye and
walking toward the piping hot showers. ‘The league’s most popular villain is about to enter and he needs his
shower time!’
To much raucous laughter and good natured joshing around, Travis whipped off his jockstrap and stepped into
the foggy shower block. Totally naked saving for a tattoo of his rabbit stuffie Bertie on his inner thigh, Travis was
soon singing the famous Red Dolphins anthem with his teammates.
It had been a hard practice, but plenty of fun at the same time.
And now all that was left for the day was to head back home and begin the process of unwinding and resting his
body. And all things being well, Travis was going to be arriving home to a brand new romper too…

Travis smiled as he walked into his waterside apartment building and saw a package waiting for him in the
lobby. After saying hello to the concierge, Travis signed off on accepting the package and happily walked toward
the elevator.
Travis might have been all tired out from the day’s practice session but in many ways that just made it even
better. He was more than ready to open his package and put his brand new romper to good use.
But just as the elevator door was about to shut, Travis heard a familiar voice telling him to hold the door.
‘Bobby!’ Travis said, his voice full of joy as his agent and fellow Little Bobby Rose stepped into the elevator space
with him. ‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here! I thought you were in Seattle?’
‘Just got back,’ Bobby replied, a big smile on his face. ‘And my first thought was to come and see my best friend
and favorite client of course.’
Travis giggled and the pair of them embraced.
Bobby was a couple of years older than Travis at twenty-six, and with his smartly cut blonde hair and elegant
suits, he really did cut a handsome figure. But despite his sophisticated look, Bobby was every inch as much of a
Little as Travis was.
In fact, it wouldn’t have surprised Travis if Bobby was wearing a slim romper or onesie underneath his pinstriped
suit right there and then.
But Travis did wonder why Bobby had shown up unannounced…
Maybe he’s got news about a new contract offer.
Or maybe the coach has told him that he wants to trade me.
Urgh. I don’t like uncertainty…
‘Bobby?’ Travis asked, a slight nervous tone in his voice as the elevator powered up toward the top floor. ‘Why
are you here? I mean, really?’
Travis anxiously looked toward Bobby, waiting for his friend and agent to reply.
‘Oh, it’s nothing to worry about,’ Bobby replied. ‘but you know me, I believe in getting ahead of the story. Your
contract is up at the end of the season, and I’ve been wondering whether this might be the year that we try out
another team maybe.’
Travis nodded his head.
As much as Travis loved playing for the Red Dolphins, he had started to wonder whether it might, just might, be
time to consider moving on to newer pastures.
But a move away was a risky prospect. And with the season reaching a crucial point, Travis really wanted to keep
his focus on the ice. Fortunately for Travis though, he trusted that Bobby would be doing all the business and
allowing him to keep his mind on the ice.
‘Okay, let’s think about it,’ Travis replied. ‘I’ll leave things with you, okay?’
‘Got it,’ Bobby said, a wholesome smile on his face. ‘Now how about we get inside and you can show me your
new romper?’
With that, the two Littles waited for the elevator door to ping and then stepped out into the hallway and excitedly
walked toward Travis’s apartment.
‘Home sweet home!’ Travis giggled, immediately beginning to tear open the packaging for his romper. ‘You can
go and pick out one of my other rompers from the closet if you want?’
‘Yay!’ Bobby replied, knowing where to head. ‘Back in a minute!’
Travis put all thoughts about hockey out of his mind and swiftly stripped down totally naked and got himself
inside his new romper. With a fluffy red tail next to his butt and a perfectly cute hood with small, triangular ears,
Travis looked like the perfect little fox.
And when Bobby emerged from the walk-in closet wearing a grey and pink elephant onesie, the pair of them
looked like perfect animal friends.
‘Come on, let’s play,’ Travis said, taking Bobby by the hand and merrily skipping toward his playroom and the
selection of toys and stuffies that awaited them. ‘Oh wait, I need to get Bertie first.’
Travis quickly fetched his bunny stuffie from the bedroom and soon enough him, Bobby, and Bertie the bunny
were all on the playroom’s thick carpet floor. Surrounded by enough stuffies to populate a village, it was time to
have some real fun.
Travis pressed play on his speaker and soon the room was filled with the sweetest and most gentle music that
blended nursery rhymes with soothing sounds of nature.
Both Travis and Bobby could feel themselves gently slipping into Little Space in no time. For Travis, it was the
perfect way to forget about his life as a hockey professional with a reputation as the player that opposition fans
loved to hate.
With his mind at peace and a huge smile on his face, Travis was feeling happy, safe, and totally himself.
But with the big playoff game against the Ice Bears coming up, Travis knew that soon enough he would need to
be back in game mode and ready to do what he did best once more…

The day of the playoff against the Ice Bears came round quickly. In many ways, Travis was glad of this as it
meant less time thinking things over and potentially getting worried about his own performance.
As confident and brash as Travis seemed on the ice, he sometimes did overthink his game and end up feeling
more stressed out than was necessary. But this time, Travis was feeling just about as cool and collected as was
possible.
Travis and his fellow Red Dolphins knew that this was going to be a tough game.
Over the last few seasons, the Ice Bears were the best team and everyone in the sport knew it too. But that didn’t
mean that they were unbeatable. Far from it, in fact. The red Dolphins had beaten the Ice Bears a few times in
the regular season, especially in home games. So there was no fear from Travis. Yes, the Ice Bears would be
super-strong, but that didn’t mean that they were flawless either.
With the Red Dolphins locker room full of the usual pre-game hubbub, Travis got himself into the zone. As he
pulled his jersey over his head and looked himself in the mirror, Travis knew that it was time to put on a show
and give the loyal home fans something to cheer about.
You’ve got this.
It’s your time.
Those Ice Bears think they rule this league… well not today they don’t.
And with perfect captain’s timing, Travis was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of Donovan’s booming
voice bouncing off the locker room walls.
‘Today, we fight in every single moment on the ice,’ Donovan said, standing proudly bare chested as his abs and
pecs flexed. ‘They say that the Ice Bears are a mob-owned team. Well, they’re about to find out who the real
gangsters are. We’re going for the kill today. We have to win today. There is no other outcome we can accept.
Now who’s with me?’
With that, the entire locker room of players roared in agreement with their captain.
‘Let’s go!’ Donovan bellowed, slamming his balled hand down on the drinks table. ‘The Red Dolphins bow down to
no one. And tonight we show that to the world!’
Travis was feeling ready to hit the ice and take another step toward the playoff final.
There were no thoughts of contracts or where he might or might not be playing next season. And there were no
thoughts of stuffies, milk bottles, or rompers either. Travis was fully living in the present moment.
It was time to hit the ice and get the victory that the home fans craved so much.
Chapter 2
Edward

‘Urgh. These fucking British tabloids…’ Edward groaned, reclining in his office chair, and shaking his head in
disgust. ‘Why can’t they just let me live my damned life?’
Edward Harper-Reign was thirty-six years old and just so happened to be one of the best goalies in the league’s
history. A proud Ice Bear, Edward had been with the Ice Bears for several years and had seen them rise from
new kids on the block to the dynasty that they had become.
But Edward was far from a stereotypical hockey player.
Edward, as his double-barreled surname suggested, was from a different class. Born and raised in England,
Edward one of the few players from that side of the Atlantic to truly make his name in hockey. And not only that,
but his background made him even more of a rarity.
Edward wasn’t just a Brit on ice, he was from the landed gentry too. A true nobleman, Edward was from the finest
aristocratic stock that dated back over two hundred and fifty years. And even though his early life had been one
lived in the lap of luxury, he had always loved a good battle. Whether it was on the muddy rugby fields of his
exclusive boarding school, or in the pubs that he frequented as a renegade teenager, Edward was never shy of
stepping out and making his presence felt.
However Edward’s rebellious streak would prove problematic.
As the British paparazzi and tabloid press began to take an interest in his life as a teenager, Edward came under
more and more pressure from his upper crust parents to live more respectability. After all, the family name was
at stake.
And when Edward decided that enough was enough and chose to leave England to pursue his hockey dream, he
not only knew that he was giving up his royal life, but hopefully was leaving the media scrutiny behind too.
Sadly, that had very much not been the case.
‘I went to buy some groceries, big fucking deal,’ Edward grumbled, scrolling over the article and looking at
various photos of himself taken via a long distance lens as he carried two brown paper bags toward his car in
the parking lot. ‘Who the hell is even interested in this? Any ideas, Biscuits?’
Edward looked down toward his trusted corgi, Biscuits.
The fawn and white pup merely looked back up at Edward with his big, brown eyes and let out a little bark.
Biscuits was eight years old and had all the vitality of his youth still intact, except for when it was nap time of
course.
‘Are you ready for lunch?’ Edward asked. ‘Because if you are, then I really wouldn’t mind a walk to the deli. We
could even meet up with Jack?’
Biscuits shut his eyes and tucked his head underneath his paws.
‘I’ll take that as a no,’ Edward laughed, his regal blue eyes glistening with a knowing look. ‘We know each other
pretty damn well, don’t we? Don’t worry though, I’ll bring you bac a treat or two.’
With that, Edward rose from his chair and went to get his raincoat.
It had been raining a lot in the last few days and Edward didn’t want to get soaked for no good reason. The deli
was only a couple of blocks away, but there was no point in risking anything.
With his dark brown hair looking as lustrous as ever, Edward took a moment to apply a little touch of beard oil
onto his equally thick facial hair.
‘I scrub up okay for an older bloke,’ Edward said, applying the finishing touches to his beard. ‘It’s just a shame I
can’t find a boy. Pffft. Who cares. I’m happy.’
Biscuits let out a long yawn and trotted over toward his plaid doggy bed where he made himself thoroughly
comfortable.
Edward looked at the family crest above the dog bed and smiled wryly.
Since leaving England, Edward hadn’t been on the best of terms with the family he left behind. Edward’s decision
to leave his royal life was something that no one expected him to do, and many of the more traditional members
of his family had since distanced themselves from him.
It was sad how things had turned out, but Edward always believed that he made the right decision. From his
happiness living away from – in the most part – the intrusive British tabloids, all the way to the undeniable joy of
playing as the Ice Bears premier goalie, Edward remained convinced that he made the correct choice.
The Harper-Reign coat of arms.
Never did me much good.
But I can protect myself. I don’t need anyone else…
Edward shrugged his shoulders and turned to put his coat on. And just as he was leaving his townhouse, he could
hear the sound of rain beginning to pitter patter onto the city street outside.
‘Well that’s just perfect,’ Edward chuckled, stepping out from the lobby as he buttoned up his coat. ‘Now let’s get
my big ass down to the deli for some tasty food and hopefully a coffee with Mr. Jack Steel too.’
Edward shut the large oak door behind him and stepped out onto the street.
Back home in England he was barely able to leave the house without drawing attention. Here at least, he was
usually able to get by undetected most of the time. And by the looks of the heavy rain that was beginning to
come down and clearing the street as people ran for cover, today was going to be another anonymous day.
Just how Edward liked it.

The deli was busy as customers loaded up on supplies for what was increasingly looking like a wet, windy
weekend. And the seated café area on the first floor looked jam packed too.
Fortunately for Edward, jack was already there and had commandeered a table big enough for him and Edward
to enjoy.
‘Mr. Steel,’ Edward said, his English accent as pronounced as ever. ‘A pleasure to see you, as always.’
‘Back at you,’ Jack laughed, taking Edward’s hand and then bringing him in for a big bear hug. ‘You feel strong.
That’s good. We’re going to need you at your fiercest for the Red Dolphins game.’
‘And how’s your fitness?’ Edward said, taking his dripping wet coat off and sitting down at the smart, mahogany
table. ‘We could truly do with you on the ice.’
‘Bad news,’ Jack said. ‘My ankle hasn’t healed as I’d hoped. I’m out. Again. I guess this is what happens when
you play in a position that actually requires movement.’
‘Ha! Screw you!’ Edward roared, just about seeing the funny side of Jack’s little dig. ‘You’re just jealous I get to
be a big, strong sonofabitch and don’t have to worry about my cardio.’
‘You know, you might actually be right,’ Jack said, laughing. ‘That’s a really good point. But I think we’ve still got
enough firepower to take the Red Dolphins out. Don’t you?’
Edward nodded.
Jack was an immensely talented hockey player, and his presence would be missed in a big way. There were
other great offensive players in the Ice Bears squad, but no one quite had the ability to step up to the plate and
be The Guy quite like Jack did.
‘Just hurry up and get that old ass of yours ready for the return game,’ Edward said, gratefully accepting the
triple espresso and croissant handed to him be the attentive waiter. ‘Thank you, sonny.’
The waiter was indeed pretty cute. He must have been in his early twenties and his ass looked perfectly peachy
in his black trousers. Not only that, but there was something very alluring in the waiter’s slender shoulders and
super-high cheekbones too. But Edward had little motivation in trying to do anything about it. Edward was happy
to have some fun and no-commitment frolics in clubs or bars, but that was about as far as his desires went.
While Edward may have daydreamed about having a boy to call his own, he knew that the reality of such a
situation would make things difficult. Just one sniff of a relationship in the offing and the British tabloid hacks
would be sniffing around and looking to dig up any kind of dirt or weasel their way inside the relationship.
As far as Edward was concerned, that was enough to put him off romantic relationships for life. But judging by
the look on Jack’s face, the small matter of the hot waiter wasn’t going to disappear so quickly.
‘Just don’t say anything,’ Edward growled, knowing Jack too well to know that he wasn’t about to let the moment
pass without comment. ‘He was cute. I know. But I’m not looking.’
‘Sure looked like you were looking,’ Jack said, flashing his handsome smile. ‘But come on, you must be ready to
find a boy. I know that you’d love to have a boy to look after. You don’t have to pretend around me. We go way
back, brother.’
‘We certainly do,’ Edward said, thinking back to how Jack welcomed him to the Ice Bears all those years ago,
their bond growing stronger and stronger over the years. ‘And I know how happy Chase has made you. I guess…
maybe that’s just not going to happen for me. And I’m probably okay with that. Hey, it’s a long life. I might meet
someone, I might not. But right now, shouldn’t you be encouraging me to focus on game day?’
Edward grinned and took a bite from his croissant.
‘Damn, these are good,’ Edward said, washing the mouthful of croissant down with his espresso and motioning to
the waiter for another.
‘Of all our players, you’re the last one I ever need to speak to about focus,’ Jack said. ‘I don’t know what they
taught you at your fancy English boarding school, but I’ve never seen such a zoned in and focused player. Or
maybe it’s a goalie thing?’
‘A little bit of both,’ Edward said, winking. ‘Boarding school was no fun park though. I’d have given anything to
have been at home with my parents. But, hey, there’s nothing to be gained from looking back in anger.’
‘Damn, I hear you,’ Jack said. ‘I know parts of your life were tough growing up. I guess we all have our problems,
even if things look rosy from the outside. I don’t know how you put up with those damn tabloids hounding you.’
‘I didn’t,’ Edward said. ‘That’s what brought me here. Oh, and hockey obviously.’
‘Obviously,’ Jack laughed. ‘But tell me, how difficult is this Red Dolphins game going to be? Should Tremaine be
worried? I’ve heard that some of the players are maybe a little overconfident.’
Edward furrowed his brow.
Aside from Jack and the other Daddies on the team, Edward tended to keep himself to himself. Some people
saw him as being a classically aloof upper class Englishman, but this really wasn’t the case. Edward simply
enjoyed his own company and wasn’t one for getting involved with the TikTok dances or various other modern
trends that a lot of the other players were into.
‘You’re asking the wrong guy,’ Edward answered. ‘But I think we’ve got a good culture in the locker room. And
anyway, I’m sure that if anyone’s thinking about resting on their laurels, Coach Tremaine will be right on top of
them. And no one wants that.’
The two Daddies laughed together.
Even as two well established and legendary Ice Bears, both Edward and Jack had been on the receiving end of
many high intensity bawl-outs from Coach Tremaine. Edward loved that about the Ice Bears. No matter the
name, title, or reputation, no one was bigger than the team. Having grown up in literal royalty where some
people are supposedly born higher than others, Edward loved the fact that the Ice Bears had no such hierarchies.
Everyone worked toward the goal. Each and every individual in the organization was valued and treated as an
equal.
And with a big game against the Red Dolphins soon to be upon them, Edward knew that he would need all of the
outfield players pulling together and protecting his goal as one fully bonded unit.
As Edward took his second espresso and thanked the waiter, he couldn’t help but wonder just how many more
seasons he had left in him.
Age sneaks up on us all.
If Jack’s nearing retirement, then… does that mean I am too?
Fuck. I don’t want to think about it.
However Edward didn’t have time to get too deep into his thoughts. Jack was beckoning over Xander, Alex, and
Connor too. Suddenly, this was a full Ice Bears Daddy hangout.
‘Guys!’ Edward said, standing up and opening out his arms. ‘Take a seat. And prepare to be bowled over by these
croissants. I’ve eaten in Paris, and these are as good as anything I’ve ever had.’
‘Yeah, but does the coffee match them?’ Connor asked, looking like he was nursing a sore head. ‘I was up… late.
I need my caffeine injection.’
‘Don’t tell me, your boy Corey was the reason for the late night?’ Xander laughed, taking a seat next to Edward.
And with that, the Daddies all laughed as one.
Edward smiled. He might not have found his boy like his other Daddy friends had, but for now at least he was
more than contented to live vicariously through them and enjoy the tales of spanking, suckling, and stuffies that
were to come over the next hour or so.
Thoughts of the big game ahead could wait.
This was simply a time to relax amongst friends and feel grateful for having built such a wonderful life – the kind
that a young Edward Harper-Regin would never have believed to be possible back in his gilded English prison.
Chapter 3
Travis

‘That’s total bullshit!’ Travis cried out, tossing his hockey stick to the ground and remonstrating with the referee.
‘How is that an infringement? You’re crazy, man! These Ice Bears are soft as hell!’
Travis wasn’t happy at all.
With the game tied going into the final third, each and every call by the referee was important and could have a
huge impact on the final result. And as Travis got angrier and angrier, the crowd cheered – or jeered – him even
harder.
The home support was fully behind Travis of course. He may have been the player that fans love to hate, but as
far as the Red Dolphins supporters were concerned, Travis could do no wrong. The travelling Ice Bears support
on the other hand was far less impressed with Travis’s actions, booing and jeering him at every opportunity.
‘Shut your mouths!’ Travis bellowed, turning to the travelling fans and shaking his fist at them. ‘Ice Bears suck!’
‘Hey! You can’t say that!’ Chase Light, the Ice Bears winger, said as he skated past.
‘It’s all in the game,’ Travis laughed, taunting his baby-faced opponent. ‘Just don’t cry when you lose, okay?’
The referee skated over to Travis and warned him that unless he brought himself under control then he would be
sent to the penalty box to serve out time in the sin bin.
‘Fine, whatever,’ Travis muttered, taking his place in defense, and readying himself to fight off another Ice Bears
attack.
The game moved closer and closer to the final buzzer, with both sides having opportunities to win the game in
normal time. And with less than ten seconds left on the clock, Travis found himself higher up the ice than was
normal. And as the puck flew across the ice toward him, Travis knew that he would just about have enough time
to fire a shot at goal.
But shooting goals was far from Travis’s strong point.
In fact, as a proud defenseman Travis rarely found himself in the kind of position that would even allow for a
shot at goal. However with such a small amount of time left on the clock, Travis knew that even trying to control
the puck and assisting an attacking player might take too long.
This is on me.
I have to nail this.
Deep breath, focus, and… hit it!
And just like that, Travis fired the puck like a rocket toward the Ice Bears goal. The Ice Bears goalie was barely
able to move as the puck flew low across the ground so fast that it was a surprise that it didn’t burst the netting.
‘Yaaaaaaaaaaaaas!’ Travis called out, the final buzzer sounding just as his teammates swarmed around him and
cheered in delight.
‘Yeah!’ Donovan hollered, waving his stick at the home fans. ‘We’ve done it! And we did it for you!’
Travis smiled and embraced Donovan, the two of them having played a key role in beating the Ice Bears. There
would be the return leg of the playoffs of course, but for now this was a sweet victory over a genuinely rival team.
‘In your face!’ Travis hollered, taunting the travelling supporters before turning his attention to the Ice Bears
goalie. ‘Unlucky… old man.’
‘You what?’ the goalie replied, immediately skating over toward Travis with a furious look in his eyes.
Travis was used to causing irritation amongst opposition players, and generally he did so totally without fear. But
there was something about the look in Edward Harper-Regin’s face that made him suddenly feel very regretful
about his outburst.
‘Care to repeat that?’ Edward said, towering over Travis and opening his arms out like he was about to wrap
Travis up and take him back to his lair. ‘Or have you suddenly gone all shy?
Travis knew all about Edward Harper-Reign.
English nobility, ruthless on the ice, and not the kind of goalie that other players messed with. But what Travis
hadn’t bargained for was how commanding Edward’s English accent would be. Travis was used to being shouted
at by American, Canadian, and even Eastern European voices.
But… English? No, that was apparently something very different indeed.
There was something about the upper class intonations and cadences to Edward’s voice that immediately took a
hold of Travis and put him on the back foot.
‘What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?’ Edward asked, arching his eyebrow as he continued to tower over a
momentarily frozen Travis. ‘Thought so. Now try to get an early night tonight. You may have won this time, but
believe me when I say that you’ll be on the end of a real spanking when you play us in the return.’
Travis felt a surge of anger coming over him.
Who the hell did this stiff upper lip Brit think he was being so patronizing?
Travis wasn’t going to let this slide, especially not as a grinning Edward looked as if he was about to turn on his
skates and leave the rink.
‘Yeah, well, you’re terrible in goal!’ Travis remonstrated, his cheeks flushing red with fury. ‘We beat you, and you
suck!’
But Travis could see that it was too late. His words were having no effect. Edward simply shook his head and
skated off the rink with the rest of his teammates.
What the hell just happened?
We’ve just won. I scored the winner.
So why do I feel so… strange?
However before Travis could get sucked any deeper into his own feelings, he felt Donovan’s large hands wrap
around his shoulders.
‘Come on, Trav,’ Donovan bellowed. ‘It’s lap of honor time. We’ve beaten the Ice Bears, and it’s time to show our
love to the RD fans!’
‘Yeah, right,’ Travis said, attempting to shake his mood off. ‘Let’s go.’
With that, Travis, Donovan, and the rest of the squad skated around the arena and raised their sticks to the loyal
and vociferous Red Dolphins support. But as happy as Travis should have been to have won, and scored the
winning goal no less, he simply couldn’t shake Edward Harper-Reign from his mind.
He’s so big, posh, and…
Handsome. He’s hella handsome.
Urgh. Forget him.
After the victory lap finished, Travis skated back into the locker room with the rest of the players. There would
likely be some celebratory fun that evening, and if a few cocktails and high spirits couldn’t get the gruff goalie
off Travis’s mind then he didn’t know what would!

Travis was butt naked and enjoying the feeling of the hot shower water blasting down over his body. The
communal shower room was full of happy Red Dolphins players and Travis could just about make out Donovan
holding court through the thick steam.
‘Guys, that was fucking sensational!’ Donovan roared. ‘We beat the Ice Bears and we did it in style!’
Travis cheered along with his teammates as his captain continued to address the group. Surrounded by soapy,
steamy naked bodies, Travis felt a tingle in his cock as he imagined what would happen if there was a Daddy in
the shower next to him.
Hmmm. Maybe this Daddy would push me onto my knees.
He might make me suck his thick, wet cock.
Or he might reward my winning goal by spinning me around and wanking my cock…
Travis giggled to himself as he let his mind run wild with options and scenarios where a rough, tough Daddy took
control right there and then and made him do all the things he fantasized about late at night – and often during
the day too for that matter!
But Travis was broken out of his horny thoughts by Donovan as the Red Dolphins captain decided to turn the
spotlight onto him for a moment.
‘And what about that winning goal from the one and only Travis Carter!’ Donovan bellowed, his deep voice
echoing around the shower room. ‘For a defenseman and prime agitator, that was one hell of a shot!’
The other Red Dolphins cheered and chanted Travis’s name.
‘I couldn’t have done it without you guys,’ Travis giggled, his off-ice persona so much humbler and sweeter than
his on-ice demeanor. ‘I guess I’m not buying any drinks tonight?’
The teammates all laughed and cheered at Travis’s suggestion, and quickly the focus moved on to another
player. But for Travis, his mind was still very much stuck in the realm of big-dicked Daddies…
Sigh. I love my teammates, but it’s not the same.
A Daddy would reward me in a way that only Daddies can.
I wonder if Edward is a…
Just as Travis’s thoughts turned to the Ice Bears goalie, he was being called out of the shower along with his
other teammates to hear the debrief from their coaching team.
Travis quickly got most of the soap suds off his body and grabbed his towel. Fortunately, he managed to wrap the
fluffy white towel around his waist before any of his teammates noticed his semi-hard cock bobbing up and
down.
But what Travis didn’t know was whether his suddenly hardening dick was down to the hot water and thoughts of
Daddies, or whether it was more specifically down to Edward Harper-Reign.
There was something about their confrontation after the final buzzer that Travis couldn’t get over. It wasn’t a
nice chat or cordial post-game handshake. Far from it. But it wasn’t a brawl or physical confrontation either.
No, the energy between Travis and Edward had been like nothing Travis had felt before. As much as Travis
wanted to keep up his reputation as a heel and the player that opposition fans and players loved to hate, he also
felt like Edward could see through him and into his soul.
Edward was big, strong, and had the square jaw and piercing blue eyes that seemed appropriately regal for a
man of his background. Travis was beginning to wonder if there was a connection between them that ran beyond
hockey rivals.
‘Yo, Travis, focus,’ Donovan said, nudging Travis in the side as the coach continued to address the players. ‘The
last thing you want is to lose your player of the day award for not listening to coach.’
‘LOL, true,’ Travis whispered, deciding that whatever may or may not have sparked between him and Edward
would remain on the ice.
Now was the time for Travis to listen to the debrief and then get changed ready to have some fun on the town
with his victorious teammates. The plan was to hit Ocean Avenue bar and let loose in the VIP area away from
the prying eyes and cameras of the local press and gossip columnists – and as far as Travis was concerned,
those comfy VIP couches and super-sweet cocktails couldn’t come soon enough!

‘Wahooo!’ Travis squealed, his red t-shirt and white trousers emphasizing his athletic physique as he posed with
his friends for a group photo at Ocean Avenue. ‘Let’s go Red Dolphins!’
Three cocktails down, and Travis was feeling relaxed and ready for some fun.
The beauty of Ocean Avenue bar was that its owners were super-strict about cameras and any kind of recording
device that might break a customer’s privacy. The bar was a popular hangout for celebrities and athletes alike,
and although Travis was more than comfortable partying with anyone, he did like the fact that this was
somewhere he could let his hair down without worrying about ending up plastered across social media.
With its large, cozy couches and perfectly warm lights, Ocean Avenue was a great setting after a big game.
Travis took himself away from his friends for a moment and decided to park his butt down on one of said
couches.
As he took his cell phone out of his pocket, Travis decided that it was time to fire off a quick social media
message to the Red Dolphins fans. Travis truly appreciated their support, and the last thing he wanted to do was
come over as some kind of aloof athlete who thought he was too good to connect with the loyal fans.
Travis took a moment and then tapped out a message to his followers…

Another day, another Red Dolphins WIN! We couldn’t have done it without the Dolphin Army behind us. Go Red
Dolphins! And now onto the next one… TC XoXo

Satisfied, Travis hit send and then put his cell phone back in his pocket. One of the team rules on nights out was
that any player seen using their phone too much would have to pay a forfeit. And seeing as that forfeit would
usually involve either a cash payment or having to down some unforgivably horrible drink, Travis was keen to
evade detection from the ever watchful Donovan.
But just as Travis thought he had gotten away with his quick Instagram story, he became aware of a large figure
standing over him.
Except this wasn’t Donovan or one of Travis’s fellow Red Dolphins.
No, this was the last person that Travis expected to see in Ocean Avenue bar.
It was Edward Harper-Reign…
Chapter 4
Edward

‘You have to be fucking kidding me!’ Coach Tremaine bellowed, picking up a water bottle and hurling it across
the locker room. ‘In all my years as coach, I have never seen such a terrible final third!’
Edward, like the rest of the Ice Bears players, was keeping his head low and hoping not to be singled out by
Tremaine. In this kind of mood, the last thing that anyone wanted was to come under fire from Coach Tremaine,
and that was putting it mildly.
Edward knew that he wasn’t at fault for any of the goals conceded, but that certainly didn’t mean that Tremaine
wouldn’t be able to come up with a reason to blast him if that was the direction he chose to go in.
Over the years, Edward had been on the receiving end of many of Tremaine’s verbal volleys, and often it was
more down to what Tremaine felt would illicit the best response from the rest of the squad rather than anything
overtly personal. But even still, Edward wasn’t exactly relishing the prospect of Tremaine ire being turned on him.
‘Rebrov, you lazy sonofabitch!’ Tremaine bellowed, shaking his head in disgust. ‘and you, the great Connor
Valley… what the hell were you doing? And don’t get me started on you, Xander…’
Edward could see that Tremaine was targeting the older players, probably because he knew that they could take
his heat better than the younger guys. And sure enough, it wasn’t long before Tremaine found his way to Edward
himself. Except it seemed like Tremaine had been saving his harshest burns for last…
‘You might be a lord or a prince or whatever the hell you call it back in England,’ Tremaine said, his voice
building to a crescendo. ‘But tonight you played like a fucking court jester! My ninety-three year old Nonna
Tremaine could have saved that last goal! Tell me, do I need to think about replacing you in your old age? Are
you past it?’
‘No, sir,’ Edward replied, anger bubbling up inside him, but his discipline holding and resisting the temptation to
fire back at his coach.
Tremaine shook his head in disgust and left the locker room.
‘Well, that could have gone better,’ Connor said, a wry smile on his face. ‘And I’m guessing we’re going to be
getting a special Jack Steel lecture when we arrive at practice on Monday too. Something to look forward to at
least…’
There were murmurs of laughter amongst the players, but the mood was still pretty somber. Edward could see
that the younger guys were feeling the heat. And it was good that Connor Valley was trying to elevate the mood
with his typically quirky sense of humor too.
But Edward decided that something else needed to be done.
‘Guys, listen to me,’ Edward said, standing up and holding the room’s attention. ‘Tremaine is pissed. And maybe I
don’t blame him. We let ourselves down a little bit out there tonight. And you’d better believe that we’ll be
worked hard all next week. Trust me, I’ve been in this position before, and so have the other senior guys. But
tonight, we’re going to enjoy a few drinks. And we’re going to do it on Red Dolphin territory too. They might have
got one over on us on the ice, but we’re still the big dogs in this league. And we’re going to hit the town and
make our presence felt. So, who’s up for it?’
Edward looked around the room and could see that the younger players were hesitant to speak up. But it soon
became apparent that Edward’s idea was very much winning favor with the senior players.
‘Fuck yeah!’ Connor roared, stomping his feet on the ground.
‘I’m in,’ Xander Blaine added, his wet blonde hair brushed back and his blue eyes shining bright. ‘No one runs
the Ice Bears out of town. Especially not these cocky Dolphins.’
‘Everyone, get ready to stick your chests out and show the world that one defeat won’t define our season,’ Alex
added, standing next to his boy Joshua.
Before long, the locker room was abuzz with activity as the players began to get changed and ready themselves
for some beers.
Edward knew that Coach Tremaine typically operated a hear no evil, see no evil policy when it came to the
senior players making their own arrangements post-game. Yes, they had lost that evening. But sometimes there
was no point in wallowing in defeat and feeling miserable when the better course of action was to let loose and
have a big release to let that frustration out.
‘So, where are we going first?’ Xander asked, putting his hand on Edward’s shoulder. ‘I don’t know about you, but
I’m thinking we go right to the belly of the beast.’
‘Are you thinking Ocean Avenue…’ Connor laughed, arching his eyebrow. ‘Because I definitely am.’
‘That sounds like a plan,’ Edward said. ‘And if we happen to run into any of those Red Dolphins, then so be it.
They can kick up a fuss about us being there, but my dog Biscuits has a bigger bark and bite than them.’
‘Yeah, and that little douchebag Travis Carter is the worst of all,’ Xander said, rolling his eyes. ‘Back when we
started playing you just couldn’t act like that and not expect a big smack in the mouth from the opposition. But
like you say, he’s all bark and no bite. He got lucky with that shot tonight. And I’ll tell him that too if I see him.’
‘He’d probably run a mile if he saw any of us,’ Connor said. ‘I know his type.’
Edward nodded, but he couldn’t help feeling that there was way more to Travis Carter than Xander and Connor
seemed to be suggesting. And with the opportunity of bumping into Travis at Ocean Avenue ahead, Edward was
beginning to think that what had so far been a damn miserable day might not turn out so bad after all…

Edward and the rest of the Ice Bears found themselves safely ensconced in the Ocean Avenue VIP area. Despite
playing for a rival team, the staff at the fancy Ocean Avenue still made sure that their guests were made to feel
welcome – not that Connor Valley was ready to admit that…
‘Pffft. What is it with this place?’ Connor said, shaking his head in disgust. ‘Seems kinda pretentious to me.’
‘Relax, Connor,’ Edward laughed, sipping on his whisky sour. ‘Those bouncers looked pretty mean. I don’t think
we need to be fighting our way home to the airplane tonight, do we?’
‘Whatever,’ Connor grumbled. ‘At least the boys are having a good time.’
Edward looked over and watched as Joshua, Chase, Corey, and the team physio Ricki made themselves
comfortable in a corner booth and merrily drank their colorful cocktails.
‘You guys heard anything from Antonio Doni recently?’ Xander asked, probably prompted by seeing Ricki,
Antonio’s boy. ‘I try to stay out of the… other side… of things as much as I can, but I heard that the Doni family
are facing more trouble. And it’s not just the Cardini family causing shit either.’
‘Hmmm, I’m aware that something has been going down,’ Connor said. ‘But, yeah, I try to stay out of it as much
as I can. You know, after what went down with me and Corey.’
‘I don’t blame you at all,’ Edward said. ‘I guess things become different when you have a boy to look after. Don’t
get me wrong, if I can avoid having to deal with Doni business, then that’s just peachy. But I guess not having
someone in my life means it’s maybe not such a big deal. I don’t know, maybe I’m just too old and cynical now.
Nothing surprises me with the Doni family anymore.’
The three Daddies toasted to the Doni family, as was their tradition.
While it was never exactly going to be ideal to have a mafia family running your hockey team, the Daddies had
all been through enough with the Doni family to respect them immensely. Even if much of what the Doni clan did
was illegal, immoral, and often deadly, no one who played for the Ice Bears could complain about how they
treated the players.
In fact, Edward had been immensely grateful to Antonio Doni for making his life comfortable when he first
arrived at the club in a blaze of publicity and intrusive interest from the tabloid press. Antonio had made it clear
– in the way that only he could – to local reporters and paparazzo that Edward was off limits.
Of course, this didn’t mean that Edward never got photographed, but it did mean that for the most part he was
able to avoid the awful press scrutiny and invasive behavior that he suffered back in England. And for that,
Edward would be eternally grateful.
‘Those damned Doni men,’ Edward said, raising his glass once more before downing the rest of his whisky. ‘Urgh.
This certainly isn’t the vintage I’m used to though.’
‘There he is, Lord Fancy-pants strikes again,’ Xander chuckled. ‘Now why don’t you hit the bar and pick out a
better drink for us?’
‘You know, I think I will,’ Edward chuckled, more than happy to take a gentle roasting from Xander, one of his
good friends. ‘I’ll be back in a moment. And try not to get into any fights, Connor…’
To the sound of Connor’s typically choice selection of curse words, Edward walked away from his friends and in
the general direction of the bar.
Ocean Avenue was a big venue, and even the VIP area was set over two floors. Spying that the nearest bar had a
queue developing, Edward made the quick decision to head up the flight of ornately decorated stairs and toward
the smaller bar on the mezzanine level.
And just as he had anticipated, the bar area was much, much quieter too.
But as Edward began to make his way toward the bar, he couldn’t help but notice a lone figure sitting on one of
the plush couches in the corner. And even with his head buried in his cellphone, Edward instinctively knew
exactly who it was too.
I could ignore him.
I probably SHOULD ignore him.
But…
And before he had any more time to allow his internal monologue to debate itself, Edward found himself
standing over Travis Carter.
‘Care for a drink?’ Edward asked, immediately transfixed by the boy’s bright green eyes as he looked up. ‘Tough
game today. And, yeah, we exchanged some harsh words. Or rather, you did. But I won’t be called a sore loser.
So… how about it?’
Edward could feel his heart thundering inside his chest.
This wasn’t a normal feeling. Edward had been schooled in etiquette, confidence, and how to best present
oneself. Talking to a much younger boy should be no problem whatsoever. But for whatever reason, Edward could
feel the adrenalin coursing over his body like it was the last few plays of a playoff final.
‘I… ummm… yes, please,’ Travis replied, all of his post-match bravado seemingly nowhere to be seen all of a
sudden. ‘I think I should have a soft drink though. I feel a little bit woozy.’
Edward smiled.
‘Of course,’ Edward replied.
In a flash, Edward had beckoned over the barman and placed an order for one orange juice and soda water to
go alongside his order of whisky with ice.
‘Trust me, OJ and iced water is perfect to help clear up some alcohol induced fogginess,’ Edward said. ‘May I
take a seat?’
‘Yeah, of course,’ Travis replied, a note of nervousness in his voice that made Edward’s heart beat even faster.
Where’s the smart-talking, cocky S.O.B gone?
It’s like he’s not the same boy.
I need to find out who the real Travis Carter is…
‘Okay, now please tell me that the goal you scored today was a freak occurrence?’ Edward said, breaking the ice
and hopefully giving Travis a little confidence too. ‘Because the last thing I need to be worrying about is coming
up against that shot from a defenseman again in our return game in a week.’
‘Hehe, I don’t know,’ Travis replied, blushing slightly. ‘I always used to play as a winger but the Red Dolphins are
fully loaded in offense, so they converted me into a defenseman.’
‘And does that make you happy?’ Edward said, sensing that there was more to this story. ‘I’ve always been a
goalie, and I just can’t imagine playing anywhere else. Not that they’d even let me try!’
Travis giggled and took a sip of his newly delivered OJ and soda water.
‘Can I ask you a question?’ Travis asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
‘You haven’t answered mine yet, but go ahead,’ Edward replied, a firm but friendly tone to his voice.
‘Why are you sitting down with me like this?’ Travis asked, his voice wavering just a touch. ‘I was rude to you
after the game. And opposition players don’t usually like me anyway…’
‘Good question,’ Edward replied. ‘The reason I’m having this drink with you is because I think the real Travis
Carter isn’t the same boy as the one who opposition supporters and players see. And I’m interested in getting to
know this other Travis…’
Travis giggled and took another sip of his drink, almost spilling it as the glass wobbled in his hand.
‘Easy,’ Edward said, placing his hands over Travis’s. ‘Let me take care of that for you, boy. Now, why don’t we sit
back, relax, and get to know one another. I’ve got a few hours before my flight home. I want to know all there is
to know about hockey’s not so bad boy…’
Chapter 5
Travis

Travis was initially all at sea when he saw that it was Edward Harper-Reign who had approached him at Ocean
Avenue. Edward was the last person that Travis expected to see, and furthermore it was very rare that players
from rival teams would socialize, especially after a tightly fought and important game.
However after settling down with a couple of drinks, Travis became more comfortable with Edward. In fact, Travis
couldn’t deny that there was a spark between them, or at least a hint of a potential spark. Edward was kind,
thoughtful, and seemed to have a good sense of humor too. This was all good. In fact, it was pretty great. While
Travis’s teammates were getting drunk, Travis was having a stimulating and fun chat with an undeniably hunky
older guy…
‘Can I ask you something else?’ Travis asked, his mind whirring at a hundred miles per hour. ‘It’s quite a
personal question though, so I don’t mind if you don’t want to answer.’
‘Sounds serious,’ Edward replied reclining against the couch’s perfectly upholstered back. ‘But it takes a lot to
offend or shock me. Shoot your shot.’
‘Like I did in the game today?’ Travis giggled.
‘Don’t push it, kid,’ Edward replied, his English accent giving an extra edge to his commanding demeanor.
‘Are you… maybe… a…’ Travis said, not able to force the final words out and suddenly feeling very flustered.
What Travis wanted more than anything in this moment was for Edward to step in and finish the sentence off for
him. Travis was desperate to have Edward confirm his suspicions that he was a Daddy. Everything about Edward
screamed Daddy as far as Travis was concerned, but unless it was confirmed Travis didn’t dare get his hopes up.
Travis glanced up at Edward’s smart button down shirt and navy chinos. The man knew how to dress smartly but
his chunky gold watch gave him a touch of bling too. Not only that, but Edward’s thick, well maintained beard
bore all the hallmarks of a Daddy who knew his style and had perfected it over time.
All in all, as far as Travis was concerned, Edward was simply dreamy.
But was Edward a Daddy or not?
‘Come on, spit it out,’ Edward barked, a gravelly edge suddenly appearing in his cut glass English accent. ‘I don’t
have all night.’
Travis took a big gulp of air and let the words spit out of his mouth before he had time to change his mind…
‘Are you a Daddy?’ Travis asked, immediately covering his face with his hands as his cheeks burned with a flush
of shyness and embarrassment.
And before Travis could get up from his seat and run a million miles away, he felt Edward lean in close and rest
his big, heavy hand on his leg. Not only that, but Edward also then gently took Travis’s hands and moved them
away from his face so that he could make eye contact with him.
Travis could feel his entire body reacting.
On the one hand, Travis was trembling with fear. While on the other hand, there was an undeniable surge of
excitement running over Travis as he sensed that Edward might just be about to confirm everything that he
hoped to be true.
But with each moment without an answer feeling like an eternity, Travis felt like he might just implode…
‘S-s-s-sorry, I overstepped,’ Travis said, cringing.
‘No, I’m sorry,’ Edward replied. ‘Yes, I am a Daddy. Of course I bloody am. But… I just find it difficult to open up
sometimes. I’ve got something of a checkered past when it comes to my personal life being made public.’
Travis smiled and put his hand on top of Edward’s.
For all of Edward’s majestic masculine energy, he was clearly as human and real as anyone else. And Travis was
actually kind of relieved to see that.
The truth of the matter was that Travis had always admired Edward from a distance, but the imperious nature of
Edward’s aristocratic demeanor had always made any kind of connection between them seem like a hopeless
dream. Oh, and not forgetting the fact that Edward played for a rival team either.
‘So, now you know,’ Edward said. ‘And I take it I’m safe to assume that you’re a Little?’
‘Yup, that’s me,’ Travis replied, a coyness in his voice as he ran his hand over his closely buzzed black hair.
‘Everyone on the team knows and seem okay with it. I’m the only Little though so sometimes it does feel a bit
lonely. But it’s not so bad. I just…’
Travis paused.
This seemed like a lot to be diverging to someone who only a couple of hours ago he was involved in a post-
game altercation with. Despite this, Travis did feel safe talking to Edward. So much so in fact that Travis couldn’t
resist fluttering his long, thick eye lashes a little.
‘Cute. You’re very cute,’ Edward said, the deep baritone of his voice easily carrying over the music being played
over the Ocean Avenue sound system. ‘So… I’ll just say it… congratulations on the victory in the game. You
deserved it.’
Travis smiled and nodded his head in appreciation.
‘I think it’s going to be a tougher return game against you,’ Travis said, knowing full well that there was little
scarier than an Ice Bears team focused on avenging a defeat. ‘But thank you. You’ve won a lot of titles and
championships, it means a lot to hear you say that.’
‘Huh, don’t mention it,’ Edward replied, a slightly confused look on his handsome face. ‘I’m beginning to see that
genuinely there’s a whole other Travis Carter. So the whole persona on the ice… what’s the story with that?’
‘Maybe I’ll give you the full story another time,’ Travis replied, smiling as he noticed a group of his teammates
making their way up the stairs. ‘I’d better go now, I don’t think it would go down well with Donovan and the guys
if they saw me fraternizing with the enemy.’
‘Ha. I hear you,’ Edward replied, smiling ruefully. ‘But… we don’t have to remain enemies, do we?’
‘No, I hope not,’ Travis fired back, smiling briefly before hopping up off the couch and making his way toward his
friends before they spotted him talking to Edward. ‘Maybe speak soon…’
Travis gave Edward a brief smile before darting off to see Donovan and the rest of the Red Dolphins posse.
Meeting Edward Harper-Reign at Ocean Avenue had been the last thing that Travis expected, but it had certainly
turned into a most pleasant surprise.
Had it been up to Travis, he would still have been sitting next to Edward and getting to know him. But team
politics said otherwise. And anyway, it wasn’t as if Travis couldn’t imagine how the conversation would have
turned out when he got back home later that night…

The rest of the night played out as it normally would. While most of the other Red Dolphins players ended up
hitting a late night club, Travis decided it was time for him to turn in and head home to his apartment.
It wasn’t that Travis didn’t enjoy being around his teammates, he simply preferred to be all cozy in his bed as
soon as the clock started moving past midnight. And Travis certainly did feel all snug underneath his thick
blankets and with a gaggle of stuffies surrounding him.
Of course, Travis reserved pride of place for his most cherished stuffie, Bertie.
‘Hmmm, you’re so warm Bertie,’ Travis giggled, giving his bunny stuffie a big squeeze. ‘I guess it’s from all those
carrots you’ve been munching while I was out playing hockey.’
Travis was wearing red and white candy-stripe pajamas with a matching pair of bed socks to keep his toes warm
throughout the night. Even Bertie was wearing a matching set of pajamas – which Travis had gone to great
lengths to order from the pajama manufacturer.
But as cute and wholesome as the scene in the bedroom was, Travis couldn’t ignore the fact that his mind kept
wandering back to Edward. And the thoughts that were running through Travis’s mind were far from wholesome
in the usual sense…
Urgh. I bet he’s got a royally huge cock…
Those thick arms could pin me down anytime.
And those strong thighs and ass…
Travis peeked under the cover and saw that his own manhood was positively rock-hard and making quite the
spectacular tent at the front of his pajama bottoms.
‘I guess it might help me fall asleep faster…’ Travis said, wriggling out of his pajama bottoms to expose his
throbbing cock to the super-soft Egyptian cotton bed sheets. ‘But I might need some extra help first…’
With that, Travis reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Within moments, Travis
was squirting some lube onto the palm of his hands and slowly beginning to work his fingers and palms up and
down his achingly hard shaft.
For a moment, Travis was tempted to reach for his phone to provide some extra stimulation, but Travis thought
better of it. When it came to self-pleasure, it was always far more satisfying to let his imagination run wild and
see where it took him…
Ice Bears locker room…
Edward has taken me captive…
I’m naked, vulnerable, on show for all the players…
Travis let out a soft moan as the fantasy began to play out in his mind. He had to be careful not to wank his cock
too hard or fast, as the last thing Travis wanted was to cum too soon and spoil what was looking likely to be an
epic new fantasy.
As Travis imagined being fondled, groped, and teased by Edward in front of a group of naked Ice Bears players,
Travis started to writhe and flex his body underneath the covers. This was hot. In fact, this was a scenario that
Travis instinctively knew he would be coming back to over and over again.
As Travis continued to pump his closed fist over his slippery cock, he could feel his assortment of stuffies
rubbing up against his back. He might have been a true Little, but Travis giggled at how naughty he was being in
pleasuring himself to such an explicit scene in his mind…
Edward’s spreading my cheeks and putting me on display.
The other players are pumping their dicks, sucking and groping one another.
But only Edward can touch me…
And just like that, with the thought of giving himself entirely to Edward and Edward alone, Travis felt his whole
body stiffen and his cock shoot out thick, long ropes of hot cum onto his bed sheets.
‘Wow. Wow. Wow,’ Travis said, his heart thumping and his eyes still firmly shut as he got every last drop of action
from the fantasy playing out in his mind. ‘That was… wild.’
Eventually, Travis finished draining his cock and opened his eyes to the sight of Bertie the bunny staring back at
him with what looked like a judgmental look on his sweet face.
‘Hey, don’t judge, Bertie!’ Travis giggled. ‘Believe me, if you’d seen how hunky and gruff Edward was this evening
you’d be doing the same as me!’
Travis pulled himself up from underneath the covers and reached over to get some tissue to clean himself up
with. And as he did the requisite clean up duties and his mind began to return from his X-rated fantasy land to
planet earth, Travis felt his mood go from a total high to a slightly different place.
As hot as the fantasy had been, Travis felt a sudden ache.
Travis wanted to see Edward again. And it was an all-encompassing feeling that made Travis flop back onto the
bed and let out a sigh full of longing.
‘Edward Harper-Regin… where are you right this second?’ Travis said, dreamily. ‘I wish you were here in bed with
me, Bertie, and the rest of my stuffies.’
Travis shut his eyes and felt himself gradually drifting off to sleep.
All in all, it had been an eventful day. From scoring the winning goal against the Ice Bears in the home leg of
the playoffs to then actually meeting Edward in Ocean Avenue and actually connecting with him in a way that
rarely, if ever, happened. And then finally having one of the most electrifying orgasms Travis could remember.
Life as a young hockey star certainly had its ups and downs.
But today had been a great day. And Travis could only hope that Edward, hockey result aside, felt the same way
too…
Chapter 6
Edward

Edward boarded the Ice Bears private jet and took his customary seat at the back of the plane. With the other
senior players with their boys, Edward was happy enough to lean back in the ultra-comfortable chair and let the
pilot do his work and get them all back on home turf.
I need a quiet flight.
No card games, no booze, no smack talk.
Just sleep, sleep, and more fucking sleep.
Part of Edward was still stewing from having lost the first leg of the playoffs. A huge part of Ice Bears culture was
that you never, ever accept defeat. From the very first meeting with Coach Tremaine, Edward had understood
that being an Ice Bear was a responsibility, and a badge of honor. There would always be other hockey teams
with a longer history, but the Ice Bears were built to create new history every time they skated onto the ice.
As such, Edward’s mind was already looking ahead to the return game against the Red Dolphins. And the fact
that this would present him with another opportunity to be up close and personal with a certain Travis Carter was
merely a coincidence…
That boy. What am I to do with him?
So cocky on the ice, and yet so sweet off it.
I guess I can relate in some ways…
Edward thought back to his life as a teenage royal. With so much press intrusion and constant sniping from
people who should have known better, Edward had built up a wall around him. No one was allowed to see the
real him, especially if they happened to have anything to do with the media. But gradually, this self-defense
mechanism began to extend into Edward’s day to day life and he found himself all alone in the country he was
born and raised in.
The move across the Atlantic ocean to the Ice Bears had helped to change Edward’s life for the better. He had a
real purpose in his life. Hockey meant the world to Edward, and the bonds he shared with his fellow Daddy
teammates were equally as important.
But try as Edward might, he had yet to meet a boy who could make him drop his guard fully. Or maybe not until
this evening…
‘Hey, don’t think I didn’t see you and Travis talking,’ Connor said, turning around in his seat and whispering as
his boy Joshua slept under the blanket next to him. ‘You two looked awful cozy when I walked upstairs to the
bathroom.’
‘Keep it quiet,’ Edward said, giving Connor a knowing look. ‘Just between us Daddies, right?’
‘Hell yeah,’ Connor replied. ‘Now that’s one boy that needs a good butt warming, that’s for sure. And I think
maybe he needs a certain gruff prince charming to do it…’
Edward chuckled quietly.
‘Maybe,’ Edward replied, not wanting to give too much away. ‘We’ll talk more about this over coffee. How does
tomorrow sound?’
‘Sounds like a plan,’ Connor said, turning back to face Joshua as the boy stirred in his seat. ‘give me a call. But
let’s make it an afternoon coffee, okay? I’ve got a feeling that Joshua is going to be quite a handful in the
morning. He always gets a bit wild on the day after a game, and not in a good way either. I might need to break
out the paddle.’
Edward smiled. It was great to see just how deeply Connor cared for Joshua. They hadn’t been together for all
that long, but their bond was a strong and full of love as any Daddy or boy could possibly wish for. It was
something that Edward was wanting more and more for himself too.
Growing up in an upper class English family, Edward hadn’t been given a lot of affection, certainly not the
nurturing and encouraging kind of affection that he had so deeply craved as a child. And being sent to boarding
school at a young age had also changed his relationship with his parents forever too, and not in a good way.
It wasn’t that Edward’s parents didn’t love him, Edward knew perfectly well that they did. It was more that their
version of love was so different to Edward’s.
And now that Edward was hitting his late thirties, he wanted to find a partner who he could give all the love and
tender care that he had wanted so desperately as a child.
As Edward shut his eyes and listened to the sound of the jet engine slowly help him off to sleep, he wondered
what Travis was doing. Edward even began to wonder what Travis had got up to after they parted ways at the bar.
Even though they barely knew one another, Edward couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought that
Travis might have hooked up with someone else that evening. It was crazy to feel like this, but Edward couldn’t
help himself. He was a possessive Daddy at heart, and there was little he could do to change that.
Where are you right now boy?
Red Dolphin or not, you should be with me.
I don’t care who it might anger, but I’m going to make you mine.
With that, Edward decided that as soon as the plane landed, he was going to send Travis a message through one
of his social media accounts.
The connection that Edward had felt with Travis was real. Sure, it was great that Travis was sexy as hell and had
just the kind of body that Edward wanted to ravage over and over again. But Edward’s feelings ran way deeper
than the hardness in his cock as he sat there and pictured Travis.
Edward wanted to continue getting to know Travis, and nothing or no one was going to stop him. And when
Edward Harper-Reign set his mind to something, he invariably did it too. After all, this was the man who left a life
of royal luxury to pursue a hockey dream and a life of relative normality.
A slight bout of turbulence brought Edward momentarily out of his thoughts, and he looked around the plane to
check that everyone was okay. As expected, everyone was fine and some of the boys had barely stirred as their
Daddies held them close.
Edward sighed.
With his mind whirring with thoughts from his past, present, and possible future too, Edward closed his eyes once
more and hoped that he could sleep through the flight and wake up ready to message Travis and gauge whether
the boy felt the same way toward him as he did toward the boy…
Edward barely managed a single minute of sleep for the rest of the flight. Maybe it was the disappointment from
the game or the tension and excitement from having met Travis afterward, but by the time Edward got back
home, he was ready to collapse onto the couch and sleep for days.
‘Hey, Biscuits!’ Edward said, a big smile on his face as his delightfully cheery corgi ran over toward him. ‘Did the
dog sitter look after you well? One bark for yes, two for no.’
Edward was only fooling around. He knew that the dog sitter was none other than Xander’s boy Pip. Pip was
about as passionate about dogs as it was possible to get, and part of Edward even suspected that Biscuits would
rather live with Pip than with him.
But judging from how much Biscuits was licking Edward’s face, perhaps that was a slight overstatement. Edward
hated being away from his darling corgi, and it was always a wonderful feeling to return home and get all the
cuddles, licks, and barks from his little canine friend.
‘Ha! Okay, okay, I think you’re about to lick me to death,’ Edward said, picking Biscuits up and carrying him over
toward the large couch that overlooked the park across the road. ‘We’ll go for walkies in a minute, just let me
settle down and get my bearings back.’
Edward looked around his living room. Everything looked just as it should. With its antique furniture mixed in
with sporting memorabilia, it was certainly a unique design aesthetic, but Edward was happy to call this his
home.
And while Edward may have grown up in a grand country home, he was more than happy with his city townhouse.
The very fact that he could actually get from the kitchen to the living room in less than ten seconds was a bonus,
especially late at night when he was cooking up a tasty snack to munch on while watching a movie.
‘Now, let me show you Travis,’ Edward said, taking his phone out from his back pocket and opening Instagram. ‘I
don’t know about you, but I think he’s cute.’
With that, Edward duly found Travis’s Instagram page and scrolled through the images, Biscuits snuggling up to
him and resting his head on Edward’s stomach.
‘Cute, right?’ Edward said, turning the phone screen so that Biscuits could see a photo of Travis from a modelling
shoot.
Biscuits barked once, paused, and then barked again.
‘Was that one bark for good, or two barks for bad?’ Edward chuckled, ruffling Biscuits’ ears just how he liked it. ‘I
think you and Travis would get on great. Now, how about those walkies I promised?’
Even though he was exhausted from a sleepless flight, Edward could never have broken a promise to his beloved
Biscuits. So almost as soon as he was in the door of his home, he was now finding himself putting his coat on
and heading out the door with his loyal and energetic corgi by his side.
‘Let’s hit the park, stop off at the coffee stand and I’ll even get you some doggy ice cream too,’ Edward chuckled.
‘But when we get home, it’s bedtime. For both of us!’
Edward put Biscuits on his leash and the two of them walked out of the house and crossed the street and entered
the park side by side. It was a quiet day, and Edward saw a couple of friendly faces from the neighborhood to
wave at and wish a good morning to.
As much as he kept himself to himself, Edward was always polite.
Despite his lifelong struggles with the press, Edward was grounded enough to know that he was still a
recognizable figure, and people enjoyed the chance to say hi. There was nothing wrong with this at all as far as
Edward was concerned, and it actually felt pretty great when kids would rush up to him for an autograph.
Growing up, Edward had been lucky enough to meet many of his sporting heroes and each time he would walk
away from the meeting feeling on top of the world. The one exception was meeting an English rugby player who
Edward had always worshipped but turned out to be a stuck up asshole. The meeting had left a sour taste in his
mouth, and from the day that he turned pro Edward made a vow to never brush off a young fan in the way the
rugby player had done to him.
Being a role model for young people from all backgrounds was a big deal to Edward and he prided himself on
always being able to make time for a selfie or an autograph. In many ways, it ran contrary to his image as being
difficult with the media and a general grump, but Edward was determined that any kid who ever met him would
come away from the meeting feeling ready to conquer the world.
But Edward couldn’t help but feel relieved that there were no kids in sight at the park that morning. Perhaps they
were all still at home in their PJs watching early morning cartoons but whatever the reason, Edward was more
than grateful to be having a quiet stroll with his dog.
Suddenly though, Edward caught a glimmer of something in the distance.
It was the briefest of flashes, and Edward couldn’t say for certain, but a sinking feeling came over him as he
strained his eyes and looked into the distance.
Fuck. Please tell me that wasn’t what it looked like.
Not another fucking paparazzo.
I might need to speak to Antonio about this. And sooner rather than later…
Chapter 7
Travis

The week went by quickly. This was always the way during the playoffs. Everything felt like a blur as the season
really heated up and Travis knew that things wouldn’t ease up now for the remainder of the season.
During the regular season there would be ups, downs, and periods of time where everything felt like it was
chugging along at a steady pace. But the victory over the Ice Bears in the first game had only served to get the
hype train rolling.
But it wasn’t only the factor of the return game against the Ice Bears to contend with.
Travis and Edward had been in contact via messaging over the course of the week and it was becoming more
and more obvious that their get to know you drink at Ocean Avenue wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.
Even as Travis woke up on Thursday morning, the first thing he did was lean over and check his phone for a
message from Edward. And he wasn’t disappointed either…

Young Travis, how are you this morning? I’ve just finished my breakfast of English muffins, protein shake, and
hot water with lemon. I trust that you’ll be fueling yourself adequately too? The big game is fast approaching…
EDWARD.

Travis felt himself swoon. There was something so classy about the way that Edward wrote his messages. It was
certainly a far cry from the tacky and often really gross messages that Travis had received in his inbox from
horny older guys.
It was clear that Edward had a thing for Travis, and the feeling was mutual of course, but what Travis truly
appreciated was that Edward wasn’t sending over dick-pics and lewd messages every night.
However that wasn’t to say that Travis hadn’t been thinking about Edward’s cock. Far from it, in fact. Travis was
majorly crushing on Edward, and he would often find himself zoning out and imagining exactly what Edward
might look like naked.
It seemed almost certain to Travis that Edward was carrying around a hefty piece of meat between his legs, that
was for sure. And even the thought of being held down by Edward was enough to get Travis rock-hard himself.
‘Ooops, no time to play,’ Travis giggled, looking down and seeing the tent at the front of his pajamas. ‘It’s time to
get up and get my butt to the training complex for practice.’
Travis hopped out of his bed and quickly began to make a beeline toward the shower.
But not before stopping himself and firing back a short, sweet, and sexy message to Edward…

Good morning! Your breakfast sounds yummy. Maybe a little boring, but yummy. I’m ready to win AGAIN on
Saturday. Maybe the loser should have to pay a forfeit? Hehehe. TRAVIS XoXo.
Travis smiled and tossed his phone onto his bed as he walked toward the shower room. While it was fun and
exciting to be messaging Edward, Travis knew that all of that would have to be put to one side when it came time
to play against one another on Friday night.
And to make matters even more intense, travelling to the Ice Bears stadium for the game would amplify things
to a whole other level. Ice Bears fans were known to be amongst the most raucous, intense, and vocal fans out
there. And as far as Travis was concerned, this meant that he would need to be at his most confrontational,
goading, and provocative self.
As he stepped under the shower’s hot water, and with the bathroom already beginning to steam up, Travis
decided that he’d need to think about hitting pause on his and Edward’s communication until after the game.
But with his cock still hard and now fully free to bounce and wobble around, Travis could perhaps allow himself
one last burst of pleasure before the big game…

The day of the big game was upon Travis, and he was feeling confident. A slight niggle in his calf was seen to by
the Red Dolphins physio the day before travelling, but this was normal at this stage of the season.
Travis wasn’t a player who would pull out over a small injury, that was something that simply wasn’t in his
makeup as a person or as a player. In fact, it would have taken two broken legs and a shattered collar bone to
keep Travis out of the game against the Ice Bears.
But as the Red Dolphins team bus pulled into the underground parking lot underneath the Ice Bears stadium,
Travis felt a twinge in his leg that momentarily made him grimace with pain – and it didn’t go unnoticed either.
‘Trav, are you okay?’ Donovan asked, looking across from his seat and watching as Travis attempted to stretch
his leg out from the side of the seat.
‘Urgh. Yeah. Just some cramp,’ Travis replied, not wanting to cause any alarm amongst his teammates. ‘I’m
good, Donovan.’
‘Cool. You’re a fighter alright,’ Donovan replied, smiling warmly as he shifted his huge frame out of his seat and
made his way down toward the head of the bus. ‘Guys, listen up!’
As the bus driver parked the bus, Donovan began to speak.
Travis had a great deal of respect for Donovan, even though they weren’t super-close off the ice. When Donovan
spoke, you listened. It was just how it was. Not many players had achieved what Donovan had in the sport of
hockey, and Travis knew that if Donovan had something to say, it was certainly worth listening to – especially
ahead of such an important game.
‘This ain’t going to be easy,’ Donovan bellowed, his thick arms looking pumped and his square jaw as prominent
as ever. ‘But we beat these sonsofbitches in the first game, and there’s absolutely no reason at all why we can’t
do that again on their home turf. We’re the Red Dolphins, and we can take anyone on and win. But we have to
play smart. Everyone needs to play to their strengths. We can’t let this slide. I’ve got faith in you, and now you
need to have faith in yourselves too.’
With that, the players cheered as one.
For Travis, it was a great moment and he truly felt part of the team. Even if his calf felt a little stiff still, it was
only a minor irritation and would clear ahead of the first buzzer. But with a speech like that from Donovan to fuel
him, Travis felt ready to take on the world – and a certain Ice Bears goalie too.
Edward might be the man of my dreams.
But tonight, he’s my enemy.
We’re going to win, and I’m going to make Edward pay his forfeit all night long…

The game was as tough as Travis had expected. Deep into the first third, the score was tied at one goal each,
and Travis was finding himself working to his absolute limits in order to get a handle on the Ice Bears attack.
‘Move up! Move up!’ Travis called out, his voice barely audible over the roar of the home crowd. ‘Keep pressing!’
So far though, things were just about okay.
There was a long way to go in the game but Travis felt like if they could hang on in there until the final third then
there would be a great chance to pull off what would be considered an upset.
Even though the Red Dolphins had won the first game, the Ice Bears were still fancied by most in the media to
come out on top after the second game. A change in the league’s process for the season due to administrative
reasons meant that the first playoff round would be contest over only two games – and the team with the
aggregate goals victory would be deemed the winner and progress onto the next round of the playoffs. So in
other words, it was all going to come down to this game.
‘Travis, out wide!’ Donovan called, flashing the puck across the ice toward Travis, who took it in his stride and
played it up toward his left winger.
The winger zigged and zagged and then powered a shot in on goal that looked destined to hit the back of the
net, only for Edward to make a frankly incredible save with his left leg pad.
Travis watched in awe.
Even though he wanted his teammate to score, there was no denying how brilliant a moment that was from
Edward.
I guess he’s even better than I realized.
But I can’t let my feelings get in my own way.
We need to score. We need to win at all costs.
With that, Travis make a burst toward one of the Ice Bears players and clattered him up against the boundary.
With the sound of the crowd booing, Travis waved his stick provocatively and prompted a bout of pushing and
shoving between both sets of players.
It may not have been pretty, but Travis knew that if he could get inside the opposition players’ heads then it
could be a little step toward victory.
However when the buzzer sounded for the end of the first third, Travis became conscious of a shooting pain in
his leg again. It wasn’t exactly his calf, but there seemed increasingly little doubt that the two twinges were
connected on some level.
‘Travis, talk to me,’ Donovan said as the two of them sucked down some water at the break. ‘I saw the look on
your face as we skated off. You’re hurt, aren’t you?’
‘I’m fine. I can handle it, Donovan,’ Travis snapped back.
The last thing that Travis wanted was to let his teammates down. Travis knew how important he was to the team,
and his speed and sense of positioning in defense was going to be integral if the Red Dolphins were realistic
about coming away with a win.
But there was no denying that he didn’t feel in the best shape.
I have to fight through this.
My teammates need me.
And I’m not going to let them down, especially as this could be my final season here…
Travis and the rest of the players then skated back onto the ice once more. It was time to face a fired up Ice
Bears team and prove that they could handle whatever was thrown their way…
Chapter 8
Edward

The game was reaching a crucial moment. With the Ice Bears up by one goal going into the final third, they
needed to score one more goal to take the playoff overall. If the overall scores from the two games were tied at
the end of the final third, then the game would go into sudden death overtime. This was not optimal as far as
Edward was concerned. He had experienced heartbreak in situations like that before and was going to do
whatever it took to help make sure that this tie was settled in regular time.
And while it was up to the likes of Chase, Alex, and Xander to score the goals that would propel the Ice Bears to
victory, Edward was as determined as ever to keep the Red Dolphins from scoring…
‘Fucking work harder! Stay closer to Donovan!’ Edward bellowed, prompting Joshua and Connor to work in unison
to force the Red Dolphins’ star offensive player out wide. ‘Good. Keep it going. We’re nearly home. One more
goal.’
Edward could see that the team were working hard.
The one thing that no one could ever say about the Ice Bears was that they didn’t leave everything out on the
ice. The rumors about complacency in the first game maybe had some truth in them, it was hard to say for sure.
And there was no doubt that Coach Tremaine would have his opinions on that, and this spelled trouble for any
player he deemed to be taking their eye off the puck.
But in the return game, there was zero complacency on display.
Each and every player was fighting as if their life depended on it.
Edward was making great save after great save too.
There was something so satisfying for Edward in stopping opposing teams from scoring. Sure, he knew he would
never get the glory of being the top goal scorer or most creative assister. Edward was totally fine with this.
Edward didn’t need that extra glory. All Edward wanted was to protect his goal as best he could and help the
team triumph.
Speaking of which, Alex Rebrov was suddenly through one on one with the Red Dolphins goalie and…
‘Goal! Hell yeah!’ Edward roared, watching an ice cool Alex slap the puck home into the bottom corner, giving
the goalie no chance whatsoever. ‘Now let’s finish them off!’
With the Ice Bears players celebrating and the crowd going wild, Edward quickly refocused his mind and got
himself ready to face what was sure to be a wounded Red Dolphins team doing whatever they could to get back
into the game.
And sure enough, it wasn’t long before Travis was up to his usual tricks.
One infringement on Chase got the crowd going, followed by another trip on Xander. Edward shook his head and
wondered just how many more fouls Travis was going to commit before the referee was going to do something.
Travis is a talented boy.
He doesn’t need to do all this crap.
He should be using his skills not relying on all this bad boy crap…
And Edward was soon skating over to another melee that had been prompted by Travis. With all of the players
from both teams pushing, shoving, and shouting at one another, Edward did his best to intervene and calm
things down.
This wasn’t about backing out of a fight though. Far from it.
Edward simply didn’t want to see his Ice Bears teammates lose their composure and put the victory in jeopardy.
The last thing they needed to be doing was losing their cool and giving the Red Dolphins even the slightest hint
of a way back into the game.
And as the jostling ended and the players backed off one another, Edward found himself coming face to face
with Travis for the first time since their meeting at Ocean Avenue.
There was a brief pause as they eyed one another up.
But Edward felt compelled to speak. There was no way he was letting the boy get away with being so provocative
and not face any kind of sanctions. If the referee wasn’t going to properly punish Travis, then Edward was simply
going to have to assume responsibility for that task.
‘I’ll see you after the game,’ Edward growled, placing his gloved hand on Travis’s shoulder for the briefest
moment. ‘And don’t expect anything less than a proper sanctions.’
The look on the boy’s face was priceless.
In a flash, all of the bravado and aggression was gone from Travis, and he was suddenly the sweet and
submissive boy from Ocean Avenue bar once more. Edward could see yet again how Travis’s persona on the ice
was exactly that – a persona. The real Travis was funny, sweet, and even a little bit shy. But for whatever reason,
the Travis Carter who took to the ice was a whole other character.
And just by speaking sternly to the boy, Edward had been able to snap Travis out of his provocative, troll-like
character. That might help the Ice Bears, or it might not. It was hard to say.
But Edward didn’t want to screw up Travis’s mindset for the game. That wasn’t the proper way to go about
winning, and Edward had always been brought up to play hard but fair. There was no glory in winning by foul
means after all.
‘Focus. Go and play your best game,’ Edward whispered. ‘What happens on the ice is one thing, what happens off
it is another.’
Travis nodded and skated away and back into position.
There were still a few minutes of the game to go, and it could go either way. But as far as Edward was concerned,
there could only be one outcome. The Ice Bears simply had to win the game and Edward was determined that
his goal wouldn’t be breeched again.
Edward dialed in his focus and watched as the play resumed. There was an intensity to the game that would have
been fit for a championship final, and Edward feeling as pumped and determined as he had ever felt on the ice.
We’re the better team.
I’m the better goalie.
Let’s bring this home…
‘What a fucking win!’ Connor roared, almost kicking the locker room door off its hinges as him and the rest of
the tired but satisfied Ice Bears players entered the locker room.
‘Easy big man,’ Edward laughed, momentarily concerned that Connor had indeed damaged the door. ‘’But yeah,
what a fucking brilliant performance!’
The Ice Bears had pulled away from the Red Dolphins in the final moments of the final third and in the end the
score line suggested it was a far easier victory than had in fact been the case.
But not one of the Ice Bears players cared about the ins and outs of the game.
In that moment it was all about stripping down and hitting the showers. There were plenty of aching, bruised
bodies on display too as Edward and his trusted teammates removed their clothes and got themselves ready to
feel the hot water on their exhausted bodies.
However Coach Tremaine wasn’t going to let them all slip away quite so easily.
In typical Tremaine style, the Ice Bears head coach had something to say and as ever he wasn’t going to be shy
about expressing his feelings…
‘Men, wait one second,’ Tremaine called out, standing with his arms folded and a somewhat stern look on his
face. ‘Okay, so we won. We kept fighting and ended up blowing those assholes away. But don’t think for one
second that I’ve forgotten about what happened in the first game, at the Red Dolphins stadium. I won’t be
forgetting about that for a long time.’
‘Coach, come on, give us a break,’ Jack said, standing in his suit, his injury having kept him out of the game.
‘The guys all played with heart and skill tonight. We’re a good group. With respect, we never give less than our
all.’
There was a collective intake of breath as the players looked to see what Tremaine’s response to Jack Steel
would be. Tremaine didn’t appreciate being talked back to or questioned, that was for sure. And plenty of players
had found out the hard way what happened to anyone who crossed the Ice Bears famed head coach.
Edward furrowed his brow and did his best to gauge the situation.
Tremaine’s not happy.
But Jack had to speak out.
And I hope this doesn’t develop into a full scale blow-up. I need my damn shower…
Edward didn’t have to wait too much longer to see how the situation was going to play out. Coach Tremaine
turned to face Jack and then he turned to address the players directly, a deep scowl on his face…
‘And that’s why this man is an Ice Bears legend,’ Tremaine said, pointing at Jack. ‘Courage. Balls. Total
commitment. Jack’s what each and every one of you should be aspiring to. You’re lucky to have him as your
captain. Now, get showered and get the hell out of here. You’ve got the day off on Monday, and I want to see you
all fully rested and rehabbed by Tuesday. And that’s an order!’
With that, Tremaine left the locker room along with his assistant coaches and the players let out a collective sigh
of relieve.
‘Jeez, Jack,’ Edward said, laughing as he spoke. ‘It always has to be about you, right?’
The Daddies all laughed as one and were soon congregating together, the other players having made a super-
fast beeline to the showers.
‘So, any plans tonight?’ Jack asked, arching his eyebrow. ‘I know Chase wants to hit a club with the other Littles.
I’m not so sure. Call me an old S.O.B, but I’m in the mood for a quiet whisky.’
‘Pffft. A whisky and cigar are always better than a damn club,’ Connor laughed. ‘Although maybe sub the whisky
out for a bottle or six of ice cold beer. What about you, Ed?’
‘I’m happy either way,’ Edward said, somewhat distracted as he wondered how Travis was feeling.
It can’t have been easy for Travis to lose the game and see his team bomb out of the playoffs after having done
so well in the first game.
Of course, Edward’s priorities were solely focused on the Ice Bears, and he felt little affection toward the Red
Dolphins as a team. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t empathize with Travis’ likely feelings.
‘Hey, earth to Edward?’ Jack said, playfully nudging Edward out of his thoughts. ‘You’re not actually royalty over
here. You do need to respond to questions from us regular folk!’
‘My apologies, I was miles away,’ Edward said, totally oblivious to what Jack had just asked him, his mind far too
occupied with thoughts of Travis.
‘I’m only playing,’ Jack responded. ‘I just asked if you wanted to come into town in my car with the rest of the
Daddies?’
‘Oh, umm, no, actually I’ll do some rehab here first,’ Edward said. ‘I felt my shoulder twinge one and off during
the second and then final third. Message me where you end up, and I’ll have my driver bring me right there as
soon as I’m done.’
‘You got it,’ Jack replied. ‘Now, go and get showered guys so we can all get out of here and have some fun.’
Edward smiled and finished stripping down by removing his white jockstrap.
As his cock sprung out and momentarily bounced between his strong thighs, Edward couldn’t help but imagine
how hot it would be to have Travis right there, on his knees, and ready to do a very special kind of post-match
rehab on his manhood.
And thinking along those lines, Edward suddenly remembered about the prospect of the losing player between
him and Travis having to do a forfeit.
The only question was whether Travis would do the honorable thing and stick around at the stadium long enough
to keep up his end of the bet…
Chapter 9
Travis

To say that Travis felt bummed out would have been a huge understatement. No one on the Red Dolphins
enjoyed losing, and expectations were always high.
As the players sat in the locker room and listened to their coach berate them, Travis wiped his brow and tried his
best to look like he was listening.
However the truth was that Travis’s mind was elsewhere.
I let the team down.
I knew I wasn’t feeling one hundred percent fit.
I should have flagged it up to coach.
However as much as he blamed himself for the loss, none of Travis’s teammates had a bad word to say about
him. After the coach finished dishing out a verbal bashing to the squad, the players went about their business
and before long it was as if they hadn’t even just played and lost only twenty minutes ago.
‘Guys, I don’t get why you’re all so chill?’ Donovan asked, washing his naked torso with his pastel blue scrubbing
pad. ‘We just lost. Our season is fucking over. Some of us might get traded off the back of this result.’
Travis could see that Donovan was angry and frustrated. But rather than supporting Donovan, Travis simply kept
his head down and washed the shampoo out of his closely cropped hair.
But Donovan wasn’t going to go away.
‘Trav, were you injured out there?’ Donovan asked, his voice booming across the shower room. ‘Don’t bullshit
me.’
Travis finished washing his hair and walked over toward Donovan. The last thing that Travis wanted was to get
into an argument with his captain, and especially when Donovan seemed keen to pick a fight.
‘I felt a little strain is all,’ Travis said. ‘I had to stay out on the ice though. The team needed me. The injury
wasn’t so bad that it affected my performance. I don’t think so anyway.’
For a moment, Travis wasn’t sure how Donovan was going to react.
Donovan was a big, hulking individual who could easily have been a professional footballer if he had been a
couple of inches taller and packed on some extra muscle back in his college days. To say that Donovan could be
intimidating was about as obvious as obvious gets.
But Travis didn’t have to worry about his captain’s reaction for too long.
‘Hey, I know you’d do anything for the team,’ Donovan replied, letting out a big sigh. ‘I didn’t mean to snap at
you. I just care a whole ton, you know?’
‘I know, Donovan,’ Travis replied. ‘Me too. Urgh. I just wish we were still fighting for the championship. Losing
sucks butt.’
‘Yup, it sure does,’ Donovan replied, his big, round butt cheeks clenching and flexing as he laughed. ‘And not in a
good way either…’
The two of them enjoyed a bittersweet laugh together.
Another season had come to an end for the Red Dolphins players and Donovan was right, there was sure to be
an overhaul of the playing staff during the off season. Typically there would be one or two incomings and
outgoings on the roster, but this time it was more likely to be at least four, maybe five players.
For some players, it would mean a trade to a new city and a new club. It could be unsettling, and Travis knew
that he’d need to stay ahead of the game and instruct his agent to act quickly so that the best possible deal
could be set up in the even that it was time for him to move on.
The business side of being a hockey player never really appealed to Travis. All he wanted was to have a safe,
fun, and ambitious place to play his best hockey. The minutiae of his contract was of little interest to him. All
that Travis wanted was for his skills to be valued and the environment around him to be a positive and focused
one. Hockey could be a short career, and Travis wanted to make the most of it.
Travis knew though that now wasn’t the time to be wondering about where he, or any of the other players, would
be skating next season. Now was the time to finish getting washed and changed and get back on the plane and
head home.
But Travis didn’t realize that making the flight in time might not be so simple, certainly not if a certain Ice Bears
goalie got his way…

The other Red Dolphins players were all either enjoying a drink in the VIP stadium bar or having some post-
game rehab work done with the Red Dolphins physio.
Travis figured he might head to the physio too and ask him to see if he could ease the pain in his calf. It wasn’t
too bad at that moment, but Travis knew that by the end of the flight and car ride home, it would probably be
stiffening up again.
However, as Travis made his way to the away team’s physio room, he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Initially
assuming it to be Donovan, Travis spun around with a smile on his face.
But that smile turned to something else when he saw Edward looking down on him.
‘E-E-E-E-Edward… I… I wasn’t expecting to…’ Travis said, his senses scrambling as he struggled for anything
remotely coherent to say.
‘You weren’t planning on running out on me, were you?’ Edward asked, his freshly washed hair and beard shining
underneath the corridor’s bright lights. ‘After all, we did agree to a bet.’
‘Oh, right, the forfeit,’ Travis stuttered, suddenly remembering what had been said ahead of the game. ‘I kinda
thought we were joking about that.’
Travis was talking crap, and he knew it.
Had Travis and the Red Dolphins won the game, Travis knew full well that he would have expected Edward to
honor the bet. And now it was left to Travis to do the decent thing and honor his side too.
‘Okay, I know, I have to take the forfeit,’ Travis said, blushing as he looked up and into Edward’s crystal-clear
blue eyes. ‘Just…’
‘Oh no, there’s no room for bargaining,’ Edward laughed. ‘A bet is a bet, and a forfeit is a forfeit. Within reason,
of course.’
Travis felt his heart beating extra hard, pumping the blood around his body and filling him up with adrenalin.
There was something about the energy that Edward was giving off that made Travis a perfect mixture of nervous,
excited, and a little bit scared too.
‘Now, come with me,’ Edward said, looking around and seeing that no one was about. ‘This won’t take too long.
I’ll make sure you don’t miss your connection to the airport.’
Travis felt a bead of sweat form at his hairline as he walked alongside Edward and down the corridor toward
what appeared to be some kind of laundry room.
‘Inside, now,’ Edward growled as he held open the door to the hot, compact room.
Travis looked around and saw piles of freshly washed and dried towels stacked up on shelves. In the other corner
of the room were a row of washers and driers that were whirring and rumbling at full speed – and making quite a
noise too.
‘Don’t worry, the sound of the machines will come to your aid soon enough,’ Edward said, a wickedly mischievous
tone to his voice. ‘Now aren’t you going to ask me what your forfeit is?’
Travis felt a bolt of nerves shoot over him.
A big part of Travis instinctively knew that the forfeit might just involve a form of punishment that involved his
naked butt and Edward’s hand, but he didn’t dare say it. The situation was already embarrassing enough without
making another faux pas.
Instead, Travis looked down at the floor and nervously hummed a little tune.
‘Look at me, boy,’ Edward said, his voice going up a notch in volume. ‘And answer my question. That’s an order.’
‘W-w-w-w-what’s my… forfeit?’ Travis asked, aware that out of nowhere his cock was straining up against the
front pouch of his candy-stripe pink briefs.
‘Your forfeit is to have your bottom spanked twenty times, ten on each naked cheek,’ Edward said, his voice
utterly commanding and full of his natural born English authority. ‘And you will receive this spanking while bent
over the metal tumble dryer in the corner. Any questions?’
‘N-n-n-no, sir,’ Travis said, blushing profusely as the reality of the situation became clear.
There was no getting out of this.
It was only right that he went through with the punishment, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t imagined what this
might feel like either. But that didn’t change that fact that Travis was still very apprehensive.
Fortunately for Travis however, Edward was having no such problems and was more than ready to take the lead
role…
‘I need your safeword, and then I need those sweatpants and whatever’s underneath around your ankles,’ Edward
said, his voice full of the purest Daddy authority. ‘And I need all of this in less than thirty seconds flat.’
‘My safeword is poodle,’ Travis said, his voice full of nervous energy as he fiddled around with his Red Dolphins
sweatpants, his fingers and thumbs suddenly unable to carry out even the most basic of tasks.
‘Nope, not nearly quick enough,’ Edward barked, stepping in close and doing the job himself as he pulled down
Travis’s sweatpants and briefs together in one quick motion. ‘That’s better. Now put your hands on your head and
waddle over to the dryer. Go!’
Travis felt so exposed and vulnerable – but he couldn’t deny how thrilling it was too.
There was something about waddling over toward the drying machine with his pants and briefs around his ankles
and his butt fully on display that made Travis’s already hard cock even harder – and the fact that Edward had
surely seen his throbbing naked cock with his own eyes just added to the excitement.
‘Place your hands on either side of the machine,’ Edward said. ‘Lean over it. You’ll feel it vibrate all over your
body. It might even take your mind off the roasting I’m about to give your sweet little bottom.’
‘Yes, sir, I mean Edward, I mean…’ Travis spluttered, the sensation of the dryer’s vibrations running all over him
as he laid his body down on its hard, smooth surface. ‘OMG…’
Travis giggled as he felt his dick pressing up against the front of the dryer, the heat and vibrations working
together to stimulate him further. Right in that moment, Travis was more worried about shooting a big, thick load
in front of Edward than he was about taking a spanking.
‘Now hold on tight,’ Edward said. ‘I know you’re a good boy who never backs out of a bet, win or lose. But this will
be a proper punishment. This will be a Daddy’s spanking.’
Travis gasped in delight as he heard Edward utter the D-word, but his joy didn’t last long as he felt Edward’s
large, flat hand come crashing down on his left butt cheek, swiftly followed by a repeat on his right cheek.
‘Oweeeee!’ Travis hollered, desperately trying to keep his voice down.
‘It’s fine,’ Edward said. ‘The door is locked, and these washers and dryers are industrial-level loud. You can holler
and whimper as loud as you like. Speaking of which…’
Travis let out another whelp of pain as Edward brought another rapid fire double spank down on his cheeks, this
time moving right away into another double, and then another after that too.
Travis was soon hopping from foot to foot as he clung onto the dryer for dear life. Edward was being true to his
word and delivering a real spanking, there was no doubting that for even a single second.
‘Hang on in there, boy,’ Edward said, clear encouragement in his voice. ‘You’re taking your punishment well, but
we’re only halfway there.’
Travis pressed himself tighter against the thunderous vibrations of the dryer and did his very best to keep his
booty still for Edward. As painful as the spanking was, Travis felt an overwhelming urge to make Edward proud of
him by taking his spanking like a good Little.
‘Please may I have another,’ Travis said, his cheeks glowing red but a determined feeling coming over him. ‘I
need my tushy toasted good.’
‘As you wish, my boy,’ Edward exclaimed, a strong note of pleasure in his voice as he brought down four spanks
in quick succession, almost as if he was testing out how much Travis could take.
Travis was more determined than ever to see out the spanking.
And when Edward brought down the last of the spanks onto Travis’s throbbing bottom, Travis felt a quiet serenity
come over him.
‘Now let’s get you all wrapped up nice and warm,’ Edward said, reaching for the front of the dryer and pulling out
two XXL fresh, fluffy white towels that were nice and hot from their tumble dry. ‘And I’ll apply some of my finest
cooling cream onto those toasted cheeks.’
Travis cooed as he felt Edward wrap the warm towels around him and he felt even more relief as Edward applied
the cooling cream. Apparently, it was a handmade cream all the way from rural England. Only one hundred pots
were made each year, and it was one of the very few things that Edward ever looked back to his homeland for.
‘Now how does that feel?’ Edward enquired, applying the finishing touches to Travis’s thoroughly disciplined
bottom. ‘You can tell me if there was anything you didn’t like. Honestly, my bark is way worse than my bite.’
‘No, I’m good,’ Travis said, allowing Edward to wrap another warm and fluffy towel around him and then pick him
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Form A.—Household record, used in Boston influenza census.

(See page 127.)

Form A.—(Continued.)
Form B.—Individual Record obtained for each person in every
family canvassed, whether the individual gave a history of
influenza (1918 or 1920) or not. (See page 127.)

Form B.—(Continued.)
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