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Ding! A robotic voice talks in the room that is filled with moans and whimpers. The voice says “ ‘Kialuvshole’ donated $500! This user left a message. ‘Hi baby, spread yourself open.’” Shane's face is contorted in a feeling that can only be described as ecstasy and pleasure. His soft black hair is stuck to his face, he is slightly sweaty and out of breath. He takes soft breaths between thrusts of the anal beads pushing into him. With every thrust, there is wet squelch every time he thrusts the beads in. He bites his lips, makes eye contact with the camera, and puts on his best doll face.
He is lying on his back, with his knees slightly pushed to his chest and giving the camera a clear view of his hole. The camera is able to capture the light glisten of pre cum lying on his soft tummy. The way every time he fucks himself deeper, his cock bobs, filled with a desperate need for release. He hits that spot and immediately throws his head back and bites his hand. He moans and takes his hand away. He pushes the toy a bit deeper and whimpers while looking directly at the camera.
His freckles are dark against the bright blush that is bloomed on his face. He looks down at how deep the anal beads are and push the last two big beads in. He throws his head back again and grunts loudly. He then forces himself to pull the beads out with a louder squelch coming from his hole that is currently spasming from the deep penetration.
He takes a couple deep shaky breaths and in the silence he hears soft grunts coming from the living room. He and Ilya have been together for a while, since he grew up in a big hockey family. He met Ilya at a game and Ilya recognized him from his face. Since then they have been inseparable.
He unfortunately loves torturing the hell out of Ilya by acting like the biggest slut online. He loves to post pictures of himself, with hot cum splattered on his forehead and cheeks. He also loves showing off his pretty hole and getting praised online. He has a pretty big audience and he loves the attention, truly.
Before he turns around he reads his comments and donations.
donated $90! cockbanger81 -shane you look so pretty tonight.
donated $50! shanesbackdimple - grab your ass babydoll
shanespurpledildo - please fuck yourself with a dildo.
shanesassstrechmarks - your ass looks fuckin divine
He turns around and gets on all fours. He puts on a dopey smile and presents his hole for the donor. “Is that okay, Kia? I wouldn’t want you to be dissatisfied, of course.” He looks up with big glassy eyes and the donor responds with a simple ‘yes’. He pushes his ass back towards the camera a bit, spreading wider, so the tiny droplets of pre cum are visible to the viewers.
Shane's face turns a slightly deeper shade of red at the thought of Ilya watching Shane being a slut. Shane adjusts himself to a comfier position. His face is in his plush pillows and his ass is in the air, showing off his gaping hole.
Donated $300! shanematized - please lets collab
He grins slightly while spreading himself open more. He then grabs the beads and forces it all into his hole, brutally hard. His hole is a little sore, but he loves the feeling of the pain.
He lifts his ass slowly off the toy and then slams it back in with a wet sound. He continues this pace, gradually getting faster by the moment, he rides his toy and the whole room is filled with soft moans and him yelling curses into a pillow. One of his hands is bunched up in his perfect white sheets and the other is slightly wet with pre cum and lube on it.
He feels so defiled and filthy, but he can't help but want more. His head is in another dimension; he feels so full and greedy. With every thrust, his damp head hits his soft headboard. His eyes roll back and within seconds, he loses control. He cums, and it splashes all on his sheets and on his stomach, slowly already trickling down.
He lies there for a second with the anal beads still buried deep and he takes them out with a loud pop! He takes a shaky breath, and does a lazy smile and peace sign to the camera, ending the stream. Before he can collapse against his bed post-orgasm he hears heavy steps approaching his room.
Ilya bursts into the room with his golden locks a bit tussled, and he is only in black sweats and a white tank top. “You fucking whore.” He pushes Shane back and kisses him, he places kisses all over Shane's body from the collarbone down. He pulls off his shirt and pins Shane down.
He glares at Shane while sucking and biting his nipples. Shane feels himself getting hard again even after his orgasm before. He kisses Shane roughly, thrusting his tongue in his mouth, he presses his hard on against Shane's thigh. Hastily, he pulls down his sweats, and his cock bobs out. The nine-inch length drips with pre-cum. It beads at the tip and twitches with need. He strokes his cock over Shane's stomach while kissing him.
“You were very pretty tonight. Looked cute fucking yourself with beads.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Ilya glares up at him and gives him a warning squeeze on Shane's plump thigh. Shane rolls his eyes, and Ilya flips him on his stomach. “Oh, so you think you can just do whatever? Think since you are big, pretty porn star with amazing ass you don’t have to listen?”
Shane looks up with big wet eyes and Ilya slaps him. He smiles down at Ilya and lets out a soft whimper. Ilya adjusts himself so he is sitting against the headboard and Shane is lying down with his face in his lap. He lowers Shane into his crotch and Shane inhales deeply. He always gets a little cockdrunk off of Ilya’s musky smell. Occasionally, he smells like cigarettes or vodka.
“You okay down there, мой котенок?”
“Mhmm, thank you, Ilya. Smells so good…” He barely finishes his sentence before rolling his eyes back.
As of now, he smells like vodka and musk. He loves the smell and nuzzles himself deeper into Ilya’s skin. He smiles into his crotch and kisses his balls. He then moves himself down lower and keeps eye contact while mouthing at Ilya’s balls. He tries to fit both into his mouth and ends up failing, with just drool dripping down his chin and his eyes getting glassy. He sucks on one of Ilya’s balls again and massages the other softly.
“My good шлюха, so gorgeous. You know how hard it is to stroke my dick to your pretty hole and not being able to do anything? Especially knowing you’re in the same house as me? Is torture.” Ilya’s voice cracks a bit from Shans worshipping his balls. He is now inaudible with just russian curses and a bunch of soft-spoken fucks.
Ilya has to resist the urge to cum just from the sight of Shane sucking on his balls and his heavy shaft resting on Shane's face. His grip on Shane's hair tightens.
Ilya keeps groaning and grunting, he thrusts into every soft stroke that Shane makes on his cock. He pulls Shane by his damp hair and makes him look him in the eyes. Shane gives him a pouty doll face, and he slaps him. The slap echoes in the room loudly and he yanks Shane by the hair to suck his cock. He gives Ilya an angry look as he wraps his warm mouth around Ilya’s tip.
He lets his hot mouth go deeper and extend further down into his throat. He reaches the point where he is practically deep-throating Ilya and he looks up angrily again and sticks up the middle finger. His eyes tear up and he holds his finger, and Ilya slaps him again, harder.
“Ты просто отвратительная стерва. Тебе повезло, что я вообще обращаю внимание на такую грязную шлюху, как ты.” Ilya says the Russian words in an unstable voice. He throws his head back from how hot and soft Shanes mouth feels.
“God, is like pussy.” Ilya looks down and puts on a shit-eating grin and he pinches Shane's nose. It makes Shane panic a bit and he starts feeling lightheaded. His eyes roll back, and he starts struggling a bit. Hot tears roll down his cheeks and he feels Ilya thrust into him.
Ilya moves at a relentless pace, leaving snot and drool dripping down onto Shane's sheets. It makes a gross puddle of drool below Shane and before he could even process it, Ilya is fucking Shane's skull. He digs his fingers into Ilya’s thighs and thrashes around a bit.
He pulls out rapidly and strokes quickly over Shane's face; his mouth is open and he lets out a loud yell.
“Fuck!” He cums a thick load, sputtering allover Shanes soft features. Shane closes one of his eyes that his cum hits and he looks up at Ilya. He takes deep breaths, his chest is heaving and he is giving Ilya a death glare.
“Angry kitten.” He says as he quickly wipes cum off from Shanes eye.
Shane laughs softly at Ilya, “I hate you, you know?” “Oh, you love me, shut up.” Ilya presses a kiss against Shane's bitten and plush lips.
“I need to clean myself up. I feel gross in all sorts of ways. Also, my sheets are dirty!” Ilya grabs Shane by his legs and brings him to the shower. He settles him down on the toilet seat while turning on the bath. He checks the temperature, and Shane smiles at Ilya, who is awfully domestic for a man who was ruining Shane's throat moments ago.
“It’s hot котенок go in, I know you like it like that. I am going to clean up bedroom, you relax.” Ilya returns moments later with Shane's iPad. Shane grabs it and immediately checks how much he made for the night. He then scrolls mindlessly on TikTok, his whole for you page full of Ilya interviews.
He loves when Ilya is here after he is done streaming because Ilya usually treats him like a princess. He cleans himself and then relaxes into the bath. He hears Ilya shuffling around and closes his eyes for a couple minutes. He then hears footsteps nearing him and then feels soft lips against his.
“Come on, baby, let’s get you settled in bed. I changed your sheets and I want to give you a massage.” Shane puts on his towel and yawns, he winces a little at the soreness of his hole. Reminding him of how hard he had pushed himself tonight.
He hangs up his towel on the back of his bathroom door and grabs the folded clothes Ilya left for him on the counter. He put on a pair of simple white panties he has and a Ilya’s oversized black tee shirt. He yaws while walking into the bedroom and collapses onto the bed.
“God, I feel like I have been kicked in my ass. Literally.” His voice cracks from the rough treatment he wanted. He groans from the soreness between his legs again. “Massage, please?”
“Come here, my love.” Ilya grabs an oil next to him on the nightstand and massages Shane's thighs. They sit with each other in a joint silence but it’s peaceful. Ilya then starts talking about upcoming games he has. “Tomorrow I go against that fucking dinosaur. I do not want to go, I want to be here with my tiny котенок.”
Shane lets out a breathy laugh, Ilya raises his eyebrows. “So you think Scott Hunter isn’t fucking dinosaur and shouldn’t retire?”
Shane rolls his eyes and lets out a breathy laugh. “I wish I could go tomorrow, but it is too fucking cold. But I will be here for you when you get home. Also, Scott Hunter fucking sucks.”
Shane smiles while Ilya puts away the oil and tucks Shane in. Shane nuzzles his nose into Ilya’s neck and falls asleep quickly. Ilya grins and kisses Shane's forehead softly before holding him to his chest.
***
The next morning, Shane wakes up with an ache between his thighs. The sound of snoring alarms him before he remembers Ilya had slept over. He smiles and kisses Ilya before he gets up. Shane lets out a loud groan and gets up anyway, he goes to drawers and picks out a pair of soft cotton sweatpants. Then heads to the kitchen and grabs a bowl from his carefully assorted cabinet.
He shuffles over to his fridge and grabs yogurt, and then grabs some granola and berries. He is focused on making his yogurt, he doesn’t realize the head on his shoulder at first.
“Fuck!- Oh. It’s just you, when did you wake up, my love?” He presses a warm kiss against Ilya’s lips.
“As soon as I realized my cute freckled boy was no longer against me” He presses a kiss against Shane's neck and softly fondles Shane's ass, he winces a bit at the touch and Ilya smiles. “Mm, I also didn’t feel the freckled boy's amazing ass on me.” Shane lets out a soft whimper as he feels Ilya play with his plump butt.
“You hungry? I mean, I am making yogur,t but I can always make you something else. It might take me a little while because I’m gonna eat, but then I can-“
“You worry too much, Моя любовь. I can make my own breakfast, you sit down.” Shane goes to his bedroom and gets his iPad and then he sits down at the kitchen island so he can be with Ilya. He starts watching a random mystery show and he doesn’t realize Ilya is finished until he plops down on the seat next to him.
“So you have anything planned for next week?” He glances up and pauses his show before responding, “Hm. Two live streams this week, one on Tuesday and one on Saturday ah! And people are coming to the house to take photos. Other than that, not really? Oh! Don’t you have a photo shoot this week?”
Ilya nods while he is eating his food like a starving man, “Yes, for some stupid American fashion line. I also have to go to Florida for game, but other than that I am not so busy.”
“Well, I want to be the first one to thirst over your pictures. You’re fucking hot.” Ilya practically spits out his food by laughing before he can retort, “Says the pretty boy that shows off his hole. Like putting beads in there.”
“Oh fuck you, Rozanov! You’re mad you’re not the only one to see my gorgeous ass.” He rolls his eyes and gets up to put his plate in the sink. Ilya finishes shortly and whispers in Shane's ear, “Maybe I am angry. Angry that pretty boy who is a slut isn’t just for my eyes.” He says as he squeezes Shane's ass hardly.
Shane flushes red with heat and looks up at Ilya. “I.. I am not-“ Ilya cuts him off with a hard kiss to the lips, pushing his tongue in and resting his hand on his shoulder. “Yes, you are slut, Shane. That's ok, though I like it.”
Before Shane can respond there’s a rapid knock on the door, “Oh! Amazon!” He escapes Ilya’s hold and practically runs to the door because of how flustered he is. He says a quick hello and thank you to the delivery driver, and goes to his bedroom to open the package. His eyes widen a bit from what he ordered, he had forgotten he ordered a black lace set to model.
He wanted to torture Ilya recently, he has been way too good behaved. And well, there is a part of Shane that really wants to be a fucking brat. He loves disobeying Ilya just so Ilya can give him what he wants. What he deep down craves for is to be hurt. He doesn’t want subtle slaps on the ass or whatever. He wants to be backhanded till he is sobbing.
He shakes off his thoughts and holds up the pieces to his body, and smiles. He cannot wait to show off his set to everyone, especially Ilya. He hears Ilya approaching the bedroom and quickly discards it inside his closet. Ilya enters the room to grab some stuff he will need for his game today. The game is at 7:00, but Ilya likes to be an early bird and arrive before anyone else. Shane heads into the living room and settles down on the couch to read, he has his glasses perked up on his nose and is very focused.
He grabs his kindle and he lies on his stomach to be comfy, perching one of his legs up. He does not notice Ilya stealing glances at his ass that looks extremely perky through the sweatpants. Ilya puts on his hoodie and grabs his bag, he walks over to Shane and lifts his chin up before kissing him softly. “Love you моя любовь. I will be back later.”
Shane mumbles out a low “Mkay, try not to fight the dinosaur, okay?” Ilya glares at Shane and rolls his eyes, “Of course, anything for you. Goodbye, Shane.”
Once he hears the front doors lock click, he hastily goes into his bedroom and retrieves his lingerie set. He sized down so his ass and his dick would stick out. Well, mostly his ass. The top is a little tighter than expected, basically looking like an actual lacy headband around his nipples. Shane has always been a bit muscular so the top definitely draws attention to his chest. He then adjusts himself in the mirror and fixes up his glasses.
Oh, and he can't forget the frilly socks he bought. He had gotten a couple pairs of comfy socks, and they were super cute. They were up to his knees and had a cute design at the top and lucky for him, one pair came in yellow! He decided to put the socks in and he whispered out a soft fuck. He knew Ilya would lose his shit if he saw Shane like this. Shane propped up his phone on his knees and he took a couple pictures to post for his only fans but also some pictures for Ilya. He wanted to send them to Ilya right before his game to rile him up.
He takes some pictures of his ass from behind and him smiling while looking back. He then takes some with him pushing the underwear to the side revealing his hole. He looks so delicate with the soft butter socks, a sharp contrast to how filthy Shane really is.
In all reality, Shane is not innocent at all. Shane knows he is a little shit by always acting up on purpose. But does he care? No.
He takes a couple more pictures most consisting of his ass. He winks at the last one and decides to go on a whim and make a special video for Ilya. The video is filmed so Shane's thick ass takes up the whole screen. He grabs his ass and slaps it. The freckled boy's plump ass moves softly, and he gropes it. At the end of the video, Shane turns back and blows a kiss.
The video is simple, but Shane knows that this will tip Ilya over. He loves acting up and doing shit to provoke Ilya. He loves the game they play.
For a while, he giggles at his phone, imagining what Ilya is gonna do while uploading to his OnlyFans. He uploads to his page ‘slutfor$hane’. When he does, he already gets notifications and decides to silence his phone. When he checks the time, he realizes it’s only two-ish hours till the game starts. He decides to text Ilya.
4:47
Shane
hi ilya everything going
ok? wanted to text you
before you do your warm ups!
Ilya
everything is great love.
make sure to watch me beat dino.
Shane
asshole. well here is smt
to get you going!!
[3 attached images and
one video]
Ilya
are you fucking joking?
shane
shane mildred hollander.
what the fuck.
you posted this????
this isnt good
i have game
fuck you.
you look gorgeous.
your a little shit.
you know what your doing.
your gonna pay for this
Shane
have a good game
love you rozy!! 💋
Ilya
i hate you.
❤️
Shane loved message
Shane
its all posted. what are
you gonna do huh?
Ilya
im not fucking joking. this
isnt a game. take it down.
👎
Shane disliked the message
Shane laughs and looks at the time, and he notices it’s already five o'clock. He puts on a pair of black shorts and one of Ilya’s practice shirts. To pass time, he decides to do his yoga outside and journal. He calls Rose for a bit, mostly to just talk about each other’s love lives he eventually just hangs up and sets up the live stream on his tv. Shane is.. a boring guy.
So he just ends up scrolling on his phone before he realizes the pre-game warm-ups have started. His eyes are focused on Ilya, and he looks fucking livid. He knows when Ilya is mad on ice, it’s like a whole other person than his sweet boyfriend. This is the scary Ilya Rozanov that everyone else sees. He stretches, but he looks angry, he can see Ilya having light chatter with his teammates, but it is short.
“Well folks, this is going to be a killer game having the Scott Hunter and Ilya Rozanov against each other! These two are known for them having a strong dislike between each other. Will we see any fights break out? Keep watching to find out!”
The announcers state that this game is going to cut throat, having Ilya Rozanov and Scott Hunter butting heads. The game starts twenty minutes later and already, Ilya is knocking people into boards and pushing people on ice. He hits a nerve, though, when he checks Scott Hunter into the boards.
“It’s getting heated. Rozanov seems to be on fire tonight has he been angered by something? Is it the fact his team had lost the first point? He has been.. hot! So far.”
Meanwhile, Ilya has been sweating underneath the layers of clothing he has on. The cold air of the arena hits his skin hard; his face is hot and red. He groans as he sees one of his teammates fumble a goal. He skates around and heads back into his place. He heads to the center of the rink, where he is faced with Scott Hunter. “Ilya Rozanov. You seem pretty angry tonight. What's got you so ma,d you haven’t been laid or something?”
Ilya does not respond and just spits on the ground next to him and glares. “Real cool. You know, I always wondered what it would be like to see you humbled for once. Always so high and mighty.” Before Ilya can let out a smart remark, he sees one of the boys drop the puck.
He thought he had it before Scott Hunter clashes with the man. Scott was able to be faster than Ilya and score. Ilya is beyond pissed off and pent up. To be quite honest, Ilya does not care about this game. He cares about going home; he truly hates Scott Hunter.
Ilya snaps at Scott making a snarky comment he cant understand in Russian. “Иди домой, тебе уже сорок пять лет.” He spits at Scott.
“What was that, Rozanov? Say it to my face.”
“I said, go home, you dinosaur. You’re forty-five years old and no cup. Your days are over.”
Within an instant, he sees the olderman taking off his gloves and punching Ilya into the ice. Ilya flips Scoff around on the ice, takes his gloves off and starts punching him. He does not realize that Scott is bleeding from his nose till the referee separates them. He feels Marleau restrain him from doing anything stupid.
He gets sent into the penalty box for the rest of the game. His team wins, thank god, Ilya needed at least something good. Ilya is a weak man, so what if Scott was an asshole. Scott has made many remarks about Ilya but one Ilya has never forgotten was the one Scott made about his mother.
He remembers they were having a face off and Scott said to Ilya “After this game go cry to the mommy you don’t have.” After that game, Ilya was suspended from the next two games they had.
He heads back into the locker room and sits there in frustration and shakes it off as good as he can. He gathers all his stuff before the interviewers and fans get to him; he knows his manager must be pissed, but so is he.
He changes quickly and hears someone enter the room. It’s Marleu, he tries to talk to Ilya, but Ilya just wants to go home. He brushes off Marleu, trying to get out of there as discreetly as he can. He does not want to deal with anyone; he wants the world to be silent.
He had never told Shane because he did not want to worry him. Shane had asked him many questions about Scott, but it just became a joke. Well, Scott was a joke after all.
To Ilya, the game went by in a blink of an eye because the only thing going through his mind was anger and Shane. Once the game is over, he does not bother to shower; he just gets dressed and hastily makes his way out. He manages to calm himself, before he can enter his car he hears his phone ring.
He types out a couple texts to Shane but ends up deleting them.
Ilya
im sorry
delete
Ilya
im so angry i feel like shit
delete
Ilya
i fucking hate him
i need to be with you
delete
Shane
He picks up on the first ring, and before he can say anythin,g Shane says, “Are you okay?” He lets out a breathy laugh and responds with a simple yes. “I see why you hate him. He is such an asshole! For hurting you, don’t worry though, you really did rock his shit. I never knew I would be turned on by that, huh?”
“You’re weirdo, that is why Shane. I am heading home right now. And don't you think I'm not angry with you. I am mad, mad that you even dared to send me those pictures.” He hears Shane giggle over the line before he hears him again. “Well, maybe I’m not even in the outfit anymore, you know? Or I could be here, spread out on my big bed, playing with my cock. Hm, guess you won't know till you come.”
“You’re going to regret this. If I don’t see you in that set, you’re not going to cum tonight.” Before Shane can mutter out a reply, Ilya hangs up.
Shane quickly takes off his shirt and sweatpants and carefully folds them, he places them on his dresser and adjusts his set that was underneath. He rolls the top a little bit so his chest looks bigger. He then adjusts the bottom a little and lies down on his bed. He slowly shifts down his bed and plays with his hole a little.
He pushes aside the tiny underwear, he spits into his hand, and pushes a finger in slowly. He thrusts his finger in and out carefully. He lets out a little moan at each thrust. He ends up pulling the finger out of the tight pink rim that swallows it. He fixes himself to where he is now sitting against his headboard, knees to his chest and he is playing with his cock.
The soft buttery material of the yellow stockings rub against Shane from how close his knees are. He knows Ilya loves when Shane is dressed like a pretty doll. Especially stockings, he says it makes him want to rip the stockings and choke Shane with them.
He spits into his hand again and strokes the cock that is bubbling pre cum at the top. He moans loudly and he hears Ilya’s car park outside. Shortly after, he hears the sound of Ilya slamming the door and yelling “Shane. Where the fuck are you!”
Shane smiles because he loves playing this game with Ilya. “I'm in here, Ilya. Is anything wrong?” Ilya bursts in the room and looks Shane up and down. He firstly looks at Shane's soft and toned legs that are currently covered with a pretty frilly material.
He glares up at Shane, and Shane smiles and puts up the middle finger. Ilya makes his way over and rips Shane off the bed and onto the floor. He looks down at him and grabs him by his face roughly. “Don’t fucking test me. You are going to take what I give you and you are going to like it, do you hear me, Shane?”
Shane looks up and slowly nods. Ilya shakes his face again and roughly lets go. He leaves Shane on the floor, a bit stricken and sits down on the edge of Shane's bed.
“I was already angry, having to go against Scott fucking Hunger. Then you send me picture and video of you being whore. But this is all a part of your game, you love the fact I’m angry. Your pathetic cock is probably dripping at the fact I hurt you in the slightest; it’s what you crave. You crave attention and pain.”
Shane stays silent and looks up at Ilya with big, glassy eyes. Ilya scoffs again and snaps. He quickly pushes Shane to the ground, his face is in the ground, and his ass is pushed up against Ilya.
“Oh fuck you, Ilya. What do you ever d,o huh? You don’t even give me the so-called pain I crave. Just slap me up a little.-“ Before Shane could finish, Ilya knocks his head down on the floor. He grabs Shane by the head and slams his head down, not hard enough to do anything serious, but to prove something.
“You send me video and then act like bitch. Then expect me not to do anything. Tch, tch, tch. Silly Shane.”
Shane pushes his ass back on Ilya and Ilya looks down at him. He spits at him harshly, acting like Shane is nothing. He grabs the smaller boy by his hair roughly and slaps him suddenly. He slaps him extremely hard in the face that it burns, and his face flashes white before flushing red.
Shane angrily tears up and pushes Ilya off. He is exactly where he wants to be. It takes Ilya about a second to pull Shane back and throw him back to where he was. He lets out a loud growl when he pulls down Shane's underwear and slaps his ass.
The only thing Shane can process before screaming into his wooden floors was the sound of Ilyas's jeans coming undone. After that, he hears Ilya spit and stroke his cock irrationally before pushing himself inside Shane. No warning or prep, he felt Ilya thrust his whole length into Shane. Shane was screaming and starting to cry and thrash around.
“H-hurts!! Fuck you, I hate you!- oh fuck you’re so deeep!”
Shane's cries and shouts are heavily mixed in with moans and whimpers. Ilya does not even respond to Shane; he just looks down at the smaller boy getting his brain fucked out.
“Oh, you hate me? Who else is going to give you the things that I know your fucked up mind crave,s hm?” He pulls his leaking cock all the way out and back in within a second. He nails Shanes g spot perfectly with every thrust, leaving Shane scraping at the floor and whimpering.
At this point, he is moving at a relentless pace; the only thing that fills the room are wet, sloppy squelches. The only thing louder is Shane's moans and screams that are heavily muffled. Shane feels guilty for wanting more; he is extremely greedy.
“Ngh, Ily,a please hit it deeper inside fuck. Right there, fuuuck.” Ilya rolls his hips and lays his length inside. He rests while pressing small pecks to Shane's neck. He kisses his ear and whispers how good he is doing.
All of a sudden, Ilya starts trying to rip off Shane's top, and Shane pushes him off. “The fuck are you doing? Hey?! This was fucking expensive, asshole!”
Ilya grabs Shane's throat and starts to choke him. He tightens his grip while Shane looks back to make eye contact with Ilya, he looks back with his face pale and with tears forming in his eyes. Ilya keeps his tight grip on Shane's throat while slapping the shit out of him.
Ilya decides to keep moving even more brutally than before, leaving the smaller boy with his glassy eyes widened and him gasping for air. Shane thrashes around and grunts from the cock ruining his soft insides, he feels Ilya tighten his grip to where his eyes are rolled back and his face is white.
He can hardly breathe and he grinds his leaking, flushed cock against the wooden flooring. He starts rutting into the floor for some type of release. Before be allows himself to lose his sanity, a sharp ringtone fills the room instantly becoming louder than Shane's moans. He angrily lets go of Shane's head, letting it softly thud against the ground.
He grabs his phone and sees that it's his manager, Farah. “Ilya. Do you want to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking?! Are you fucking joking?!” Ilya grits his teeth and Shane looks back in worry while Ilya gets progressively angrier.
Shane tries to mouth Are you ok? With Ilya glaring into his eyes, Ilya is beyond mad. Before Shane can finish, Ilya slams Shane's head into the floor, he fucks Shane harde,r increasing the pace and mutes himself.
Shane's freckled cheeks slowly get decorated with more hot tears. He grips pathetically at the floor and Scratches with every bit of will he has left. He lets out louder uh uhs, trying to remove himself from Ilyas aggressive grip.
“Yes, Farah, I know, okay?! I know I fucked up. Is that what you want to hear?!” Ilya snaps and yells into the phone just for him to get into a further heated conversation.
Shane manages to look back again at Ilya with a blotchy, tear-streaked face, he bites his lips and maintains eye contact. Ilya looks down at Shane and backhands him. He flips Shane within seconds so he is now lying on his back.
He chokes him out and Shane decides to push Ilya further and ‘fight’ him off. Shane glares up at Ilya like an angry bunny and tries to push Ilya off. It takes Ilya a second to realize Shane's pink rim was gliding off his length. Ilya mutes the phone again and puts it on speaker, he angrily grabs Shane like a ragdoll and throws him on the bed.
He throws him to where Shane's body hits the headboard with a soft thud. “You fucking asshole!” Ilya abruptly hangs up his phone and walks into Shane's small closet. He grabs his box of toys and retrieves Shane's anal hook and collar. He heads to the living room and rummages around in his jacket pocket for his box of cigarettes.
When he comes back, he sees Shane is pouting, he looks up at Ilya with an angry glare before he realizes what's in Ilya’s hand. It’s a fucking anal hook and his collar; he had only used the hook one time. It was for a live stream, but he thought he liked it way too much but he never used it again.
The hook is a bit painful; however, Shane loves pain. Oh boy, and does Ilya love to inflict it, before he can make out a word to Ilya, he walks over and forces Shane to bend over. He pushes his head down into the pillows and brings his ass up.
He kisses the nape of Shane's neck all the way down to his back. “Your hole is pretty, is pink and open.”
“Thank you.” Shane says lowly while sucking in a deep breath. He feels the sharp feeling of the metal plug slowly making room in Shane's hole. His hole clenches around it, sucking it in while Shane is inaudible. He is sucking in tears and trying to breathe from how good it feels. The next thing he registers is his collar clicking on his neck.
Ilya attaches the hook to the collar and Shane immediately arches his back. It is hitting extremely deep and his eyes roll back; he grabs at the plush pillow he is also currently drooling on. Ilya takes off his shirt and sits next to the pillow Shane is gripping on. Ilya pushes Shane downwards on the bed a bit so Shane is able to place his head in Ilya's lap. He grabs the pack of cigarettes he had discarded on the dresser next to him.
He grabs the lighter inside the nightside table and lights a cigarette up. He looks down at Shane and lets out a scoff. “Shane Hollander, how does it feel to be a fucking whore? You look so pretty like this, have hook in your ass and collar around your throat. Tch, how much more of a slut can you be? You also look very pathetic and dumb is ok though. I take care of cute, small, dumb boy.”
He blows the smoke into Shane's face with a shit-eating grin. “Uhh, please, Ilya? It’s so fucking deep I feel it in my throat. So mean treating me like this.. what if the world knew how much of a fucked up sadist you were, huh? The Ilya Rozanov golden boy of hockey likes hurting boys?”
He sees Ilya’s look has changed, his demeanor shifted into something cold. He slaps Shane and tightens his collar; he tightens it to the point Shane can't breathe. He pushes Shane's head into his la,p and Shane lets out a loud moan. He is struggling to focus on anything but breathing so he does not feel Ilyas's length rest on his face for a second. When he does, he looks up at Ilya, his eyes are blown out and in a daze.
He takes another long drag of cigarette and burns it into Shane's arm. He wipes it off on his arm and Shane hisses. He slaps Ilyas's hand harshly, and that earns him another mark. He lays the cigarette between his lips and glares down at Shane.
He grabs him by the hair and nuzzles Shane into his balls. Shane's nose hits Ilya’s small patch of dark pubic hair. He takes in Ilyas smell and lets out a low groan. “Such a dumb little bunny, look at you. I didn’t even shower after the game from how much I wanted to get home to you.” That comment for a moment gets Shanes nosed scrunched up for a second, but he loves the smell of Ilya.
He nuzzles in deeper, taking in Ilyas musk. He wraps his mouth around one of Ilyas balls and mouthes at it. He sucks on it softly and licks it; he has soft drips of drool coming down his chin mixed with his soft tears coming down his cheeks. He panics a bit to breathe through his nose. Ilya takes another long drag of his cigarette and lifts Shane up by the chin and blows it into his mouth.
He can see Shane's head go dizzy, and he kisses Ilya. He deepens it before breaking apart. He touches Shane's face softly before slapping him.
Shane tears up a bit from the lack of air. “I-Ilya, it hurts. I can't breathe, please?”
Ilya shakes his head no and brings Shane's mouth to his tip. He pushes the length deep, the view is nasty. Shane's lips stretched around Ilyas's cock, he can't breathe and his eyes are rolled back. He sucks on Ilyas's dick greedily, he bobs his head up and down with a furious pace. He takes a minute to completely deepthroat Ilya. He licks Ilyas's shaft like an animal drinking water.
He is desperate for Ilya; he always wants more. Ilya continues to blow smoke into Shane's face, knowing it pisses Shane off. Shane chokes on Ilyas dick, Ilya pushes him down and keeps him there. He has a hard time and it does not help that Ilya is forcing him to stay.
“Ohh fuck Hollander! Da like that holy shit, such a good fucking whore.” Ilya lets out loud grunts and fucks his load into Shane's mouth. He pulls out of Shane and the soft remains of cum remain on Shane's lips and chin. Shane tries to breathe shakily and collapses against the bed. Ilya changes positions to where he is on the bed so he can fuck Shane's hole.
He grabs the hook and fucks Shane with it, he rolls it deep and moves it at a brutal pace. “Ilya nghh. It feels so good, I feel it in my fucking skull.” He arches his ass, and Ilya does not hesitate to slap and grope Shane. He digs his fingers deep into Shane's plump butt.
Shane's jaw is left open and he can't even moan anymore from the tight grip the collar has. Ilya aggressively pulls out the hook and pushes it aside so he can push his flushed cock in. Within seconds, Shanes g-spot is getting hit and he fucks himself back on Ilya.
“Deeper, I want more, please. Holy fuck, you're hitting it so deeeep!!”
“Mhm there’s my greedy fucking bunny. You’re so cock hungry it’s funny.” Shane reaches his peak and is quickly releasing all over himself. He starts shaking and breathes. Ilya thrusts into Shane sloppily, Ilya takes off the collar and throws it aside to cradle Shane.
“Are you okay? Talk.” Shane nods and makes a small noise. “Mhm I’m okay. That was a lot, holy fuck, I feel so sore.”
“You were amazing, мой котенок. Very tight.” Shane looks up with an angry expression. “Asshole. Are you ok? Scott Hunter was a fucking asshole. What did Farah say?”
Ilya shakes his head and kisses Shane's forehead. “Do not worry about silly things, Shane. Come, let me clean you up, and we can go to sleep.”
Ilya cleans Shane up while he talks about the game and what Farah wanted. After twenty minutes, they change the sheets and lie down. Ilya covers Shane's face with kisses before he goes to sleep.