Hometown Hockey Horror - the sequel!

I've lost track of how many requests I've had to write a sequel for this one, but I am happy to finally share what you've been waiting for . . . Daniel Tate is back and his thick hockey butt is getting him in trouble all over again.

I will admit that this is a bit of a cock tease as it will lead on to the next instalment, but . . . I hope you guys enjoy this one. If so, give the post some love, and comment below and tell me what you want to see happen to Daniel next!

After the opening of the new Sports College had gone so horribly wrong for Daniel Tate, he’d returned to Seattle, feeling utterly humiliated. Mercifully, he’d managed to escape his embarrassing incident being captured on film, but he dreaded the mere thought of ever returning to his hometown again, or worse, seeing those five assholes from his college team. 

It was Friday night and Daniel had been invited to a VIP night at some swanky new bar that had just opened. His agent had forward him over the invite, and although he wasn’t really in the mood for drinking, he knew his agent wanted him to attend. She’d even sent over an outfit for the event, which would obviously get photographed as he arrived. 

Dan looked over the outfit hanging on his wardrobe and couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable. A white shirt that was practically sheer, a pair of glossy black leather pants with strategic rips along the thighs that were underlaid with black mesh, and a pair of equally glossy leather boots. 

Without giving it another thought, Dan grabbed his phone and called his agent, Lydia. She answered on the second ring. 

“I do hope you aren’t calling to bail on the bar event, Mr Tate,” she said with a sharp tone. 

“No, not at all. I just . . . had a question about the outfit.” 

“It’s a gorgeous ensemble from some new San Francisco designer. The shirt is insanely expensive so please don’t spill anything on it.”

Dan took a breath. “I was just wondering if I could maybe wear something else. That outfit really isn’t me and I thought I could maybe wear jeans and . . .” 

“Jeans? Are you mad? This is one of the trendiest bars in Seattle right now. There is no way that you can turn up wearing jeans, not to mention the fact that you are being paid a small fortune to wear this designer’s clothes, so I suggest you grab a shower, get dressed and get over there. Have fun.” 

Before Dan could open his mouth to respond, Lydia hung up on him. 

“Damn it,” he sighed, tossing his phone on the bed and heading for a shower. 

After a hot shower, Dan tried to convince himself that this was part of his job, and he just needed to suck it up and go with the flow. 

But once he’d showered and his blond hair was styled, Dan started to question whether he had the balls to do it. Sure, he had an amazing body, but he wasn’t used to showing it off anywhere near as much as he would be in this outfit. 

Dan pulled on one of his favourite thongs, a satin red one that had a snug pouch to hold down his ample bulge, before pulling on a pair of black dress socks. The entire time, his eyes didn’t leave the sheer shirt and the risqué leather pants. 

“Come on, Tate. Just get it on already,” he chided himself. 

Dan turned his back to the mirror, ignoring the incredible view of the red satin thong nestled between his meaty cheeks, and pulled on the shirt and then the pants, before carefully getting on the boots. 

When Dan turned to face the mirror, his eyes widened, and his mouth went dry. The shirt was a snug fit and the sheer material showed off every ripple of muscle and his nipples were completely visible. The leather pants were even tighter, the strong muscles in his thick thighs visible, both through the leather and the narrow mesh panels. His bulge looked almost obscene where it was pushed down by the tight leather, and his butt was even worse. The leather pants barely covered his hockey butt, the top of his thong just visible above the waistband. Dan tugged and tugged at the pants until he finally managed to get his thong hidden, but he knew he’d have to be careful, so no one saw his underwear preference. 

Dan couldn’t deny how insanely sexy he looked, but it was a disassociated feeling. Sure, his pecs looked incredible framed in the sheer white shirt and his thighs and bulge had never looked better than they did in that tight leather with the mesh panels teasing the skin underneath, but he had to wear this in front of total strangers. He’d be completely on show, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Wearing a tight suit was one thing but wearing something so teasing and risqué felt like it was on a level that he wasn’t ready for. 

However, his agent had made it quite clear that he had no choice, so with a nervous sweat on his brow, Dan pocketed his phone and his keys and headed outside to the car that was waiting for him. 

When the car pulled up at the venue, Dan was feeling slightly flushed. The car was a little too warm and the leather pants felt slightly suffocating, clinging to his thighs and his ass like they were glued to them.  

“It’s Daniel Tate,” one of the photographers yelled as Dan climbed out of the car, the leather pants creaking as his thick thighs rubbed together.

Dan tried to yank up his pants as he exited the car, doing his utmost to ensure that the waistband of his underwear was hidden. He readjusted the shirt and put on his best smile for the cameras, promising himself that once he got inside, he’d grab a drink and find a quiet corner to sit in until he could legitimately escape. 

Once he’d managed to extricate himself from the photographers and journalists, Dan was ushered inside by a guy wearing just a waistcoat and a pair of flared white pants that sat incredibly low on his hips. 

“We’ve got you a table at the back Mr Tate and we’ll bring you over a cocktail shortly.” 

Before Dan could say he just wanted a beer, the guy was gone so Dan took a seat in a darkened leather seat that curved around the small cubicle area. 

At least if it’s this dark, no one will see this outfit, Dan thought with a wry grin. 

He waited for the cocktail that he didn’t want, but it never arrived so he headed to the bar in search of a beer. 

The lighting around the bar was a lot brighter than the dimly light seating areas so Dan was practically squinting as he leaned forward against the beer and asked the bartender for a pint of beer. 

“We don’t serve pints here, but I can make you a cocktail. Or we might have some bottles of ale?” 

Dan sighed. “A bottle of ale would be great, thanks.” 

As Dan waited for his drink, he used a napkin to dab at the sweat on his forehead. The bar was warm and the leather pants made him feel like he was in a sauna, even with the mesh panels. 

“Well, what do we have here?” 

Dan’s entire body tensed at the sound of that voice. He slowly turned around, praying he was wrong, but sure enough, there he was . . . Nick. The guy who had always been a dick on his college hockey team, the guy who had been an even bigger dick when he’d ripped Dan’s suit pants wide open and revealed his white thong to a room full of people. 

“What are you doing here?” Dan gasped, looking around the space for an ally. 

Nick shrugged. “I heard the dreamy Daniel Tate was attending, so I thought I’d get myself down here. I have an actual job, but it brings me to Seattle quite often.” 

Nick looked like he’d come from the office as he was wearing a light grey suit, silver tie and white shirt. 

“Here you go,” the bartender said, placing Dan’s bottle of ale on the bar. 

Dan smiled at him and leaned forward to pick it up, which was when he immediately regretted his choice of underwear. 

Nick chuckled. “After the last time, I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to wear such slutty undies in public again. A red thong, Tate? Really?” 

Dan blushed and Nick burst out laughing. Dan tried to tug the pants higher up to hide the waistband of the thong, but the damage was done. The one person Dan didn’t want to see his underwear was the one person who had not only randomly appeared in Seattle and at the bar’s VIP event, but had happened to have been there just as those stupid leather pants had sagged down a little on his ample butt flashing a glimpse of red satin. 

“Yeah, so what? My underwear choice is none of your business, Nick. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” 

Nick just smiled. “Why don’t I join you? It’s not like you’re here with anyone.” 

Dan cursed himself for not inviting some of his buddies. Although, he wasn’t sure how he’d feel being around them wearing that particular outfit.

“What do you want?” Dan asked, slightly more aggressively than he’d planned to. 

“I want to wait for the show. That fat ass of yours won’t stay in those leather pants all night, and when you rip your way out of them, I’ll have my camera ready this time. Let’s see how the hockey star does when everyone finds out that he wears slutty thongs under his clothes.” 

Dan blushed again, unable to fathom how his night could have gone so wrong. Gripping his beer tightly, he headed back to his seating area, praying that Nick was wrong, praying that he would leave the bar just the way he’d entered. 

But his night was far from over . . .