9. Donovan

After such an enjoyable playdate with the other Ice Bears Littles, Donovan had forgotten all about the fact that he wasn't yet fully integrated into the squad. And worse than that, Donovan still hadn't picked up a hockey stick or felt the cut and thrust of skating on the famous Pine Rise practice rink.

And back at Donovan's city center apartment, he was quickly losing his post-playdate afterglow…

‘Crap,' Donovan said, huffing and puffing as he walked from his kitchen into the open living area with Cap under one arm and the TV remote in his other hand. ‘I want to be with Joshua, Chase, and all the others. I'm a hockey player, not a stupid fighter or whatever it is Danilo wants from me. Isn't that right, Cap?'

Donovan flopped down onto the large couch and looked to his cherished stuffie Cap for inspiration. But all Cap did was stare back at him with his soulful brown eyes. Usually this was more than enough to put a smile on Donovan's handsome face, but it wasn't quite going to cut it today.

As Donovan turned the TV on and began to flip through the seemingly endless choices on his streaming services, he couldn't help but imagine what his former teammates would be doing at the moment. They would be deep into their preseason training camp and already working on new plays, defensive and offensive moves, and no doubt coming up with a hundred different ways to try and take the championship from the Ice Bears.

I want to be on the ice.

I want to skate.

I want to work hard and show everyone what a good player I am…

Donovan let out a long sigh as he settled on watching the new X-Men cartoon that had recently debuted. Donovan had always been a fan of the X-Men ever since his days in elementary school. The new remake was cool and it really took Donovan back to times gone by. Not only that, but it reminded Donovan just how fixated he had been on Wolverine…

‘So hot…' Donovan said, chuckling to himself as even the sight of an animated Wolverine in his yellow costume started to make him feel horny. ‘Daddy Wolverine? Hmm…'

Donovan looked down and saw the outline of his dick growing inside his grey sweatpants. Putting Cap carefully to one side, Donovan raised his hips and pulled the thick sweatpants all the way down toward his ankles, taking his white briefs down with them too.

‘Now let's keep Wolverine on screen,' Donovan said, pausing the cartoon just as Wolverine was looking his most devastatingly powerful, his adamantium claws shining and looking like they could cut through anything. ‘Urgh. He's almost too perfect.'

Donovan spat on his palm for some quick lube and began to grip and squeeze his rock-hard dick, slowly beginning to pump his fist up and down. Had Donovan wanted to, he could have finished himself off in a matter of seconds. With thoughts of Wolverine – both animated and played by Hugh Jackman in the movies – running through his head, Donovan was feeling about as hot and horny as was possible, and he wanted to prolong the feeling for as long as he could.

Spitting more saliva into his other palm, Donovan began to work both hands over the full length of his manhood, bucking his powerful hips upward and taking great delight in letting go of at least some of the frustration at not having the start to his Ice Bears career that he had planned.

But just as Donovan was getting ready to move into the final stage of his self-pleasure, he heard his door buzzer ring.

‘Urgh. Go away,' Donovan said, continuing to work his cock and hoping that whoever it was would give up. After all, it was only likely to be the concierge with a delivery of some sort.

BUZZ!

BUZZZZ!

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

‘Argh! Fine! I'm coming!' Donovan exclaimed, not remotely happy to be interrupted like this. ‘One second!'

With that, Donovan jumped up from the couch and took a moment to look at himself in the mirror, his cock standing proud and covered in his own homemade lube.

The only upside of being interrupted like this being that it meant he could prolong his orgasm for even longer. Way longer in fact that would have been possible without the interruption.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

‘I said I'm coming!' Donovan hollered, pulling his briefs and sweatpants up and making his way toward the door.

However as Donovan arrived at his door, a funny feeling came over him. Surely if it was the concierge they would simply have called up about the package? Well, it was too late now, Donovan had let whoever it was on the other side of the door know that he was there.

‘You'll have to excuse me,' Donovan said, slowly opening the door and ready to make his excuses for why he couldn't stop and chat. ‘But-'

As Donovan opened the door, he was met with a face he wasn't even remotely expecting to see. And suddenly aware of the semi-erect dick print at the front of his sweatpants, Donovan began to blush profusely.

‘It's… you,' Donovan said, suddenly very flustered.

‘It sure it,' Taine replied. ‘I need to come in. I've got some very important news.'

With that, Taine stepped into the apartment and confidently made his way toward the living area. Donovan was still blushing, and he was totally confused too.

What the hell does he want?

How does he know where I live?

And is there any way he didn't notice my freakin' Wolverine erection?

‘Wait, I'm not even going to be at the academy this week?' Donovan said, struggling to comprehend what Taine had just told him. ‘It's one thing for me not to be on the ice with the rest of my teammates, but this is too much.'

Donovan was feeling angry.

Taine had explained that Danilo was sending the pair of them out on a reconnaissance mission – or more specifically, that he had chosen Donovan to accompany him. Donovan might have felt flattered, but leaving town just didn't feel right.

‘I came here to be a hockey player,' Donovan said, stomping his foot on the floor and immediately feeling a little silly for being such a brat. ‘I wish I'd never signed for the Ice Bears.'

‘Calm down,' Taine replied, a distinctly unimpressed look on his face. ‘This is all part of your training at the academy. And I could easily have chosen Tommy or Oliver. I thought that you'd be the best boy for the job. Maybe I was wrong.'

‘Shut up!' Donovan said, any semblance of calm now leaving the building at triple-speed. ‘This sucks. Danilo sucks. You suck!'

Donovan felt like he was about to explode.

The day had started off so well with the playdate at Met Milkshakes. It was the first time since signing for the Ice Bears that Donovan felt like he was settling in with his new teammates. All this so-called mission would do would be to delay his proper arrival as an Ice Bear even further.

In that moment, Donovan made a decision…

‘I'm not going,' Donovan said, folding his arms and pouting. ‘And there's nothing Danilo or you can do about it.'

Donovan's heart was thumping inside his hefty chest, and he could even feel his legs trembling a little from the sheer adrenalin of what he had just said.

‘We'll see about that,' Taine replied, his eyes looking around the room. ‘We'll see exactly how stubborn you really are when I warm that ass of yours.'

‘Wha? No! Not fair!' Donovan protested, his cheeks flushing red as Taine strode toward him and took him firmly by the hand before promptly sitting down on the couch and putting Donovan across his lap. ‘I hate you! I hate Danilo! I hate this team!'

‘Quiet boy or I'll spank you until the concierge can hear your squeals from the ground floor.'

With that, Taine hooked his fingers inside Donovan's sweatpants and pulled them down toward his knees. And Donovan's briefs didn't last much longer either, except rather than pull them down Taine simply ripped them right off Donovan's strong, bulky body.

‘Awwwww!' Donovan cried, kicking his legs. ‘You owe me a pair of pants!'

‘No, what I owe you is a good, long spanking,' Taine retorted, grabbing Donovan's sizeable cheeks and giving them a pre-spanking wobble. ‘Now you don't have to worry about thanking me for each spank. We'll be going way too fast and long for that this time.'

‘You suck,' Donovan said, wriggling to no avail as Taine expertly martialed him in position ahead of the discipline. ‘You suck more than the suckiest sucker!'

‘Whatever you say, boy,' Taine said, his voice so calm it felt like he was mocking Donovan's childlike outburst. ‘Now prepare yourself for a thoroughly spanked bottom.'

And so it began.

Taine's spanks were as hard and accurate as they had been back in the academy. But this time they were raining down quicker and with a relentlessness that quickly had Donovan biting his lip, desperate not to cry out in pain as he felt his cheeks begin to redden and throb.

I won't break.

I'll take every spank and a hundred more.

Taine can kiss my butt if he thinks I'm going to ask him to stop…

But soon enough, Donovan was indeed whelping as Taine spanked every inch of his magnificently sculpted buttocks. And perhaps the only thing keeping Donovan from using his safeword was the fact that he could feel Taine's rapidly growing cock pressing up against his own crotch.

‘Ready to quit?' Taine said, unleashing a quickfire double spank and making Donovan's butt jiggle like it was jelly.

‘N-n-n-n-nope,' Donovan said, grinding his crotch against Taine's now thumpingly hard package. ‘You'll never make me quit. Not this spanking. Not the academy. And not the Ice Bears either.'

‘Good!' Taine laughed, drawing the spanking to an abrupt close. ‘Now instead of humping me until you make a mess over my jeans, let's get that sore butt of yours looked after.'

Donovan felt a blast of the most exhilarating humiliation shoot through him.

Taine had clearly been aware of how hot Donovan was finding the sensation of rubbing up against his spanker, so much so that he might even have been using it to land even more spanks. And the very idea that Taine now knew just how horny he could make Donovan was enough to make Donovan want to get up, run to his bedroom, and hide underneath his duvet.

‘Luckily for you, I thought ahead,' Taine said, keeping Donovan on his lap as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a compact tube of cooling gel and squirted it all over Donovan's bottom. ‘Now try not to get too excited…'

Donovan's cheeks flushed an even deeper crimson. But he didn't speak or try to deny anything. Instead, Donovan simply enjoyed the cooling sensation of his stern academy trainer rubbing the gel all over his red-hot cheeks.

And as Taine's hands moved between Donovan's cheeks and worked tantalizingly close to his ass hole, Donovan let out a little gasp of pleasure.

‘Mmmm, Da….' Donovan said, feeling lightheaded but just about managing to stop himself from uttering the D-word.

‘It's okay, no judgement from me,' Taine said. ‘And you never know, I might even like to hear it too…'

Donovan smiled and happily allowed Taine to continue to work his magical fingers around his ass, over his cheeks, and then down toward his balls too.

‘I think that's enough for now,' Taine said, easing off and applying the finishing touches to Donovan's red behind. ‘I think what we both need is a good movie on the TV and a nice long nap if that follows. What do you say?'

Donovan paused before replying.

He knew exactly how he wanted to respond.

Just say it.

Just say the damn word now.

Show Taine how you feel.

‘Sure, Taine,' Donovan said, immediately regretting not calling him Daddy but realizing that the moment had passed now. ‘'That sounds really cool.'

‘Okay, boy,' Taine replied. ‘But you'd better pull those sweatpants up. I've got a feeling that there's something down there you might want to cover up. At least for now.'

Donovan giggled and wriggled around so that he could safely pull his sweatpants up to cover his modesty.

The spanking had been tough, but the aftercare was just exquisite.

Suddenly a trip out of town with Taine was sounding like it might not be so bad after all…