5. Tommy

Tommy wasn't sure exactly what Paolo was saying. It sounded as if Paolo wanted to take total control of his academy training and deliver something that wasn't necessarily in the plan originally.

As Paolo stood only a foot away from him, Tommy knew that by agreeing to his terms it would be a commitment that he couldn't really go back on. It was far from perfect. But if going along with what Paolo wanted meant a career at the Ice Bears, then Tommy was willing to do it.

‘Okay, see you tomorrow then,' Tommy said, suddenly aware that he was wearing the tiniest of sports panties in front of his academy instructor. ‘I was just about to do a late night Pilates workout.'

Paolo didn't respond other than to look Tommy up and down once more, his eyes seemingly lighting up at the sight of Tommy's exposed body. Tommy felt himself blushing but he was spared too much agony as Paolo exited the apartment as quickly and quietly as he had entered a few minutes ago.

Tommy stayed perfectly still until he decided to go and check that Paolo had indeed left. After checking the apartment door was firmly shut, Tommy let out a long sigh of pure frustration.

‘He's such a jerk,' Tommy said, gritting his teeth.

Tommy looked down at his panties and figured that a stuffy older guy like Paolo probably wouldn't have known that they were in fact a pair of women's sports panties. That was of some relief at least. Tommy wasn't ashamed of his love of feminine underwear, but it wasn't something that he wanted to share with a bossy, stuck-up pain in the butt like Paolo either.

Paolo might have been handsome and have a certain mystique to him, but that didn't mean that Tommy wanted to share any secret with him. Far from it. Tommy was determined to get through the training block and then either move on to the next skillset in the academy or even better… start integrating with the Ice Bears squad ahead of actually hitting the ice and playing some hockey.

‘At least I wasn't wearing my sexy panties,' Tommy said, walking over toward Noodles and giving his stuffie a big, comforting hug. ‘But now that Paolo's gone…'

With that, Tommy raced into his bedroom and picked out a lime-green thong that had an intricate and highly see-through mesh front.

As Tommy slipped out of his sports panties and into the thong, his cock stiffened to the feel of the mesh front and the way that the waistband hugged his waist. Like a Little possessed, Tommy went back into the living area and lay down on the large couch and began to writhe around and grind his crotch into the thick cushion, his mind filling with thoughts of what might have happened had Paolo walked in and caught him in the thong…

It's just a fantasy.

I'd never really want that to happen.

But just imagine if it had…

Tommy began to moan gently as he worked up a rhythm of bumping and grinding his panty-covered manhood against the cushion's plump, soft material. Even if he'd wanted to, there was no way that he could have kept thoughts of Paolo out of his mind at this point. It was way too late for that.

‘Paolo… mmmmph… let me be your dirty little panty slut…' Tommy moaned, almost shocking himself at how filthy he was being as he reached an explosive climax.

As Tommy grinded out the last of his seed, he could feel his heart pumping and his mind racing.

‘That was just a fantasy,' Tommy said, casting a look over toward Noodles on the seat opposite. ‘Don't go telling the other stuffies I've got a thing for Paolo!'

Tommy giggled and quickly hopped off the couch to check whether he would need to wash the cushion as well as his thoroughly cum-soaked thong.

‘Looks like we're sending these down with the rest of the laundry,' Tommy said, a post-orgasm glow on his face. ‘And after that… it's bedtime for both of us.'

Tommy duly stripped the cushion cover and deposited his thong in with the laundry basket. It might not have even been that late, but Tommy knew he was about to sleep very deeply indeed.

Tomorrow was going to bring a fun playdate in the morning and then a tough training session in the afternoon, so as far as Tommy was concerned the more sleep the better.

The next morning, Tommy made his way to Met Milkshakes with Olivier and was quickly having plenty of fun in the playroom along with Donovan too.

‘Weeeeee!' Tommy squealed, sliding down the ramp on his little tricycle as Noodles clung on around his neck. ‘Watch out, a Little and his monkey friend are coming!'

Donovan and Olivier watched on and giggled as they drank down their milk.

The three Littles were all in their rompers and very much enjoying the safe, relaxing atmosphere of the Met Milkshakes private playroom.

And soon enough, they were joined by Harry too. Harry was the co-owner of Met Milkshakes alongside his Daddy, Silas. So when Harry toddled into the playroom with a plate full of his specialty chunky cookies, all three of the other Littles let out a cry of celebration.

‘I've added a little extra sugar in these,' Harry said, carefully placing the cookie tray on the thick baby-blue carpet. ‘I hope my Daddy doesn't find out. I'm already on a second warning today.'

‘Something tells me you're getting your bottom spanked later,' Donovan said, taking a big bite out of the cookie. ‘This is deelish though. So maybe it'll be worth it?'

‘Does your Daddy spank you a lot?' Tommy asked, wanting to know how things were going between Donovan and Taine. ‘Only say if you're comfortable.'

‘Hey, that's cool,' Donovan replied, smiling. ‘Yeah… I get my tushy warmed up a lot. I think my Daddy likes my big butt so much because he spanks it every chance he gets.'

Donovan proceeded to turn and wiggle his romper-covered butt, much to the delight of his Little friends. For Tommy, this was the perfect environment to relax and play in. There was no judgement, and the other Littles knew that he liked to wear lingerie too. But that didn't mean that Tommy wanted to talk about his confusing feelings toward Paolo though – that was one subject that Tommy would avoid at all costs.

But far from being quizzed about Paolo, all Tommy and his friends did was merrily munch on cookies and drink their milk. With their stuffies beside them and a soothing soundtrack of nursery rhymes playing in the background, it wasn't long before the fun chatter turned into the sound of quiet snores as the Littles cuddled up on the napping mat and drifted off to sleep together.

Tommy had received a message earlier saying that his one on one session with Paolo had been rescheduled for the evening. With this in mind, Tommy dozed off to sleep knowing that he had no need for an alarm to wake him up.

When Tommy did wake up, he would feel fit, refreshed, and ready to kick some sniper butt…

‘You're on time, that's a good start,' Paolo said, offering the slightest of smiles as Tommy entered the academy's firing range. ‘Timing is everything when it comes to my line of work. Too early, you risk being made by the target. Too late, you miss him.'

Tommy nodded.

Paolo was dressed slightly more casually than normal, but still looked very stylish in his cream colored chinos and perfectly tailored black sweater. And that was without mentioning Paolo's immaculate black sneakers.

Tommy blushed a little as he looked down at his scuffed sneakers.

‘Always judge a man by his shoes,' Paolo said, clearly noting the disrepair of Tommy's footwear. ‘I might seem old to you, but I know a thing or two. Get yourself a fresh pair, you'll feel better for it.'

‘I kinda do need some new kicks,' Tommy said, knowing full well that Paolo was right.

‘Surely on your big hockey player salary you could afford a dozen pairs,' Paolo laughed. ‘A poor hitman like me has to make his wardrobe last. Buy expensive and buy less often. That's my motto.'

Tommy smiled and watched as Paolo picked up a rifle and looked down the sight.

Talking about clothes with Paolo had almost made him seem like a regular man. But Tommy knew that Paolo was far, far from that. No man who killed other people for a living could be described as normal, whatever that really meant.

But before Tommy could ponder any more, he was called to action by Paolo.

It was time to put his shooting skills to the test…

‘Relax your mind. Don't think. Let your hands guide the aim,' Paolo said, his voice calm but very authoritative.

Tommy looked down the sight and lined up the distant metal target. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest and a bead of sweat building on his brow.

Tommy wanted to hit the ground running, but he quickly discovered that firing a gun was very, very different to lashing a hockey puck into the goal. Attempt after attempt flew high or wide, and it wasn't long before Tommy's patience was running out.

‘Fire,' Paolo said.

‘Crap!' Tommy spat, his shot missing the target. ‘Urgh. How many attempts is it going to take?'

‘You've only been going for five minutes, boy,' Paolo barked, his patience seemingly wearing thin with Tommy's outbursts after every missed shot. ‘You can do it, but you need to listen to my notes. And more than anything, you need to keep a calm head.'

‘How? How can I stay calm when I keep missing?' Tommy asked, his frustration rising further still. ‘This stinks.'

For a moment, Tommy's heart was in his mouth as Paolo's face turned to thunder. Tommy didn't know how Paolo was going to react, or what he was going to do. But fortunately for him, Paolo had a very simple solution in mind.

‘Time out,' Paolo said. ‘As in, I'm putting you in a time out. Stand to the side of me and stay perfectly still. Watch me as I work.'

Tommy felt a little embarrassed at being put in a time out. It was like something a Daddy would do to his boy. But Tommy knew that he had no choice other than to obey Paolo.

And as Paolo reeled off shot after shot, each one hitting the target, Tommy began to notice little things about Paolo's stance, the rhythm of his movements, the stillness in his shoulders.

Keep watching.

See what he's doing.

If I can do what Paolo does, I've got a chance…

And a few minutes later, Tommy did indeed get his opportunity to shine.

‘Up you come,' Paolo said, handing Tommy the sniper rifle. ‘Now let's see if you've learned anything. I've got faith in you. Now repay that faith.'

Tommy held the gun and suddenly it felt a little bit more natural in his hands. After forming his stance, Tommy looked down the sight and eyed up the target.

‘You're going down,' Tommy whispered, hovering his finger over the trigger as he allowed his senses to guide him to a slight adjustment.

BANG!

The target rattled with the sound of Tommy landing a perfect shot.

‘Yay! Yay! Yay!' Tommy celebrated, his adrenalin pumping and a feeling of sheer delight coursing over him. ‘I did it! I did it! I did it!'

‘You certainly did,' Paolo replied. ‘I guess the timeout worked. And we'll wrap it up for the night. I'll be seeing you tomorrow, young man. At dawn. Do not be late.'

‘Dawn?' Tommy gasped. ‘Ummm, okay.'

Tommy felt a sense of deflation at being told that he was set for such an early start, and Paolo hadn't exactly been overly effusive in his praise for hitting the shot either. But Tommy wasn't going to let that kill his mood.

Tommy suddenly felt like he'd turned a corner with his sniping training.

And if that got under Paolo's skin, then that was just all the better…