Just A Bit Wrong

As a well-known football star, Tristan always encounters a problem when he wants to have sex, that is, he can't go to a gay bar and just sleep with someone.Because after the job was over, maybe as soon as he left, his sex buddy sold Tristan's affair to the newspaper.He has to be extra careful, so his options are limited in this matter.He also thought about whether to date people who are as close as he is - he knows a few players who are 90.00% gay - but maybe he is too neurotic, and he thinks it is more risky to do so .Anyway, no matter how the cannon is fired, as long as the target is a man, it is very dangerous.As such, Tristan generally flirted with men and slept with women.But sleeping with a woman is also problematic, physical dissatisfaction is good enough, and in worst cases he can even feel nauseous.However, this option is safer and wiser, and he is not an idiot like Gabe.It's not worth risking your career for a dick.

But skin-to-skin contact with a solid male body was what Tristan craved most.Sometimes, this desire is too strong to be suppressed, and he can only find an opportunity to relieve the itch in his heart.Tristan can't afford to be cranky and tongue-tied when he's dissatisfied.But it's hard to pretend to be a nice guy when all he can think about is rough sex.But every time Tristan wanted to be fucked hard, he couldn't find a suitable partner.

That's why he came here.

The nightclub was dark, and the stale air smelled of sweat and sex.As soon as Tristan walked in, his attention was drawn to the lit stage.The stage on the right was empty, and on the stage to the left stood a naked brown-haired man whipping an unusually handsome blond man.In the huge ballroom, the light of the flash light was sparsely illuminating the crowded crowd, and those three, two, or even more intertwined bodies were blurred into a ball in Tristan's eyes.This is a group sex party.The whole room, everyone, even the crevices of everything filled with the pungent smell of sweat, sex and alcohol.There were rows of sofas along the wall, but Tristan didn't bother to look at who was sitting there.

As he walked through the club, countless hands teased, caressed, and tugged at him.Tristan wrinkled his face and shook these salty hands away.He doesn't like group sex because he hates sharing, and that hasn't changed since he was a kid.But honestly, that's just one of many reasons.The touch of strangers always triggers an overwhelming sense of discomfort in Tristan, which is why he never goes to group sex parties.Because no matter how many times he silently said "It's safe here", it's useless, some habits can't be changed.Tristan took care of himself from an early age.Back then, every stranger was a danger.Even after adoption, this insecurity persists.The Dewars are nice people, they've been volunteering, they've always been involved in all sorts of charities, but they don't know how to raise a kid, even if they don't care about Tristan—and later Gabriel, they I don't think there is anything.Tristan had accepted such an arrangement before, knowing all along that it was foolish to rely on others.This time, he will have to rely on himself to have enough food and clothing as before.

"Looking for someone?" said a gruff male voice, and Tristan was grabbed by the arm. "How am I?"

Tristan stopped in his tracks.He squinted his eyes and looked at the man in the half-bright light.Although I can't see it very clearly, this person looks good, and he doesn't feel like a pervert.Just a normal horny guy looking for sex with someone he doesn't know.He wasn't much taller than Tristan, but the hands that gripped his arms were broad and strong.

"You can," Tristan said. "My rule is that you must wear a condom. No exchange of bodily fluids."

The guy laughed and pulled him to him. "Don't worry, me too." He ran his hands down, feeling Tristan's body. "Awesome," he murmured, slipping his hands into Tristan's pants and starting to knead his ass. "Do you want to give me a blowjob? Or—"

"Fuck me," Tristan said.

"Okay, I can definitely do this request." The man laughed, and he made Tristan stand facing the wall, and then began to untie his belt.

Tristan closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cold wall.He took a deep breath and tried to relax.But the sex drive that had been running under his skin was gone.He could clearly feel it a few days ago, but now, he just feels... very awkward, as if he did something wrong.

"Absolutely not." Zach's stern eyes fixed on him unwaveringly. "Sexual activity is absolutely forbidden."

Tristan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, forcing himself to stop thinking about Zack's words.He's not going to be like a— like a good kid who does what Zach says.He has no such plan.Wouldn't do that either.

His trousers were pulled down—

"Hey, what are you doing—" the man suddenly exclaimed. "What are you doing, brother? You go find someone else, I won't do it with others."

"roll."

Tristan flung his eyes open, his heart beating violently.Zack.It's Zack.

"Wow, calm down! Okay, I see." The man walked away.

Tristan turned slowly.In the dim light, he couldn't see Zach's features clearly, but he didn't need to look at Tristan to feel the anger emanating from Zac's clenched jaw and tense body movements.

"Are you stalking me?" Tristan zipped up his pants.

Zach didn't say a word, just grabbed Tristan's wrist and pulled him out of the way, holding Tristan's hand like iron cuffs.

Zach was breathing heavily.Tristan staggered after him.

"Are you following me?" Tristan asked again when they were outside.

Zach remained silent, dragging him toward the car.He opened the door, pushed Tristan in, got himself into the driver's seat, and just drove the car out.

There was a dead silence in the carriage, and the air was filled with anger that was on the verge of firing.After a few minutes, Tristan folded his hands across his chest. "Are you dumb?"

Zach said nothing, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.His body was so tense that Tristan couldn't help moving his body.

"I wouldn't feel sorry if you put on such a shitty look." Tristan sounded defensive, and he really hated it.

Quiet.

Tristan gritted his teeth. "Also, what do you think you are doing? Why are you following me at night? Don't you have anything else to do?"

"My patient is a spoiled idiot who has been told so many times what not to do and has been ignored. I knew you were going to do something stupid again."

"It's none of your business what I do in my spare time," Tristan said.

"If you make your injury worse by killing yourself, then I have something to do with it." Zach's voice was so severe that it seemed that he could break the glass. "I told you to suspend all sexual activity. It's only been a few hours and I saw you in a seedy nightclub, with your pants pulled up to your knees, waiting to be fucked by a stranger who doesn't take a shower If it really makes you wish, wouldn't all the effort I have spent on you be ruined?"

"I just want to have sex. It's not a crime to have sex. As long as I want to, I'm ready for this one!"

"You can't have any sexual activity without my consent."

Tristan blinked. "What did you say?"

Zach didn't answer right away, his eyes were fixed on the road ahead. "When your body is ready for sex, you never know. So you only have sex when I think you can."

Tristan's eyes seemed to poke a hole in Zack.His words sound reasonable.but……

"Even if you always think I'm stupid, I'm not a fool." Tristan carefully observed his personal trainer.But in the dimly lit compartment, he couldn't see so clearly. "It's enough to let the other party do their best, so that my posture won't make the injury worse."

A muscle in Zach's jaw bulged. "I recall that your occupation does not seem to be a physical therapist."

Tristan narrowed his eyes at Zach.He still felt that there was something wrong with Zach's behavior, but he didn't go any further.

Instead, he asked, "Aren't you surprised you found me at a gay sex club?" Tristan should have felt worse about coming out.On the one hand, he's waiting for himself to freak out—his sexuality has been a closely guarded secret, after all—but, strangely, he just has a sense of "it doesn't matter."

Zach sneered.

"What do you mean?" Tristan said.

"I knew it the first day I saw you. Blind people can't see it."

"See what?" Anxiety began to weigh on Tristan's guts.Is his sexuality that obvious? "How did you know?"

Zach was driving, ignoring him.

"What do you see?" Tristan asked again, his voice becoming urgent. "Zack!"

"You always have that little hook in your eyes," Zach said irritably. "If you look at it, you will be hooked. Even when you try your best to die, that look will not change."

Tristan opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Zach glanced at him and smiled dryly. "Don't tell me you didn't think of it. That's what everyone looks like. Now, stop changing the subject. Promise me you won't do anything stupid again. When I say ban all sex, you do it .”

"You were born in the wrong era," Tristan said. "I'm sorry, but I'm not your little slave, and you can't show me handcuffed for disobedience. Hardaway, you're getting carried away."

Zach jerked the steering wheel to the right, pulled the car off the main road, and slammed on the brakes; the tires screeched and the car came to a sudden stop.Tristan looked around.It's not far from the area where he lives.At this time, the surrounding area was already pitch black, and it was relatively quiet.

"Let me tell you if I understand correctly," Zach pinched Tristan's chin roughly, and said through gritted teeth, "It's my responsibility to heal your injuries, but you once again ignored my words , and almost strained my groin, why am I the one who gets carried away?"

Tristan wet his lips with his tongue.The current Zach is very similar to the one who lost his temper yesterday, which made Tristan a little nervous and a little excited.

"You little brat, did you do so many things just to anger me?" Although Zach's voice was gentle, the hand holding Tristan's chin was not gentle at all.

"It's not all about you," Tristan said, equally softly. "I want to get fucked. I want to be fucked hard by a long, thick dick. So I'm out for what I want. And I'll do it again. Nothing you can do to stop me .”

Zach took a deep breath.He opened the car door, grabbed Tristan by the shoulders and pulled him onto his lap.He moved so fast that Tristan let out a few incoherent exclamations, and then lay sideways on Zach's lap, with his head sticking out of the car. "what are you doing……"

Zach pulled down Tristan's pants and panties and slapped him across the ass.

Tristan's eyes widened, his face flushed with anger. "Let me go!" He writhed violently, trying to roll off Zach's lap, but Zach held him tightly.

"I'm hurt, you idiot! What kind of physical therapist are you?"

"If you can get fucked, you can hit," Zach snapped. "Maybe you can learn a lesson this time." He slapped Tristan again on the ass.This position does not hurt his groin at all.After all, "don't hurt Tristan" is Zach's code of conduct.

"I'm going to tell Jared - just wait to get fired!"

"You go and sue." He was slapped again on the ass.

"I'm serious, Hardaway. You'll be fired tomorrow morning! If Jared knew what you did, he wouldn't object."

"You go to Jared to sue." Zach said and slapped him again.His voice sounded unusually stern, yet strange. "You're just a selfish, spoiled kid. If you act like a ignorant kid, then I'll punish you like a kid."

"Go to hell!" Tristan struggled again, but Zach ignored him, holding Tristan down with one hand while continuing to spank his ass with the other.There was a dull pain where he was hit, but Tristan knew the pain could be worse: Zach was obviously not using all his strength.Even at this time, he was still concerned about Tristan's injury.

Slap after slap.Tristan's skin was burning a little, he heard himself whimpering, even a soft moan, his world was only Zach's hand and the heat of his palm.He had a strange, floating feeling, as if he was no longer one with his body, but floating in it, and he didn't care about anything in the world anymore.

By the time Zach stopped, Tristan was paralyzed in his lap, unable to move.

There was an eerie silence all around, and Tristan could only hear Zach's heavy breathing and the sound of cars passing by in the distance.

The weight of Zach's hands on his bare skin was almost unbearable.Tristan wanted to hurt him, but didn't know what to say.His mind went blank, he couldn't keep up his energy, and he didn't want to argue and fight with Zach anymore.His body... he just felt relaxed.Fluttering, not wanting to move at all.

"Tristan?" Zach finally spoke after a long silence.His voice sounded a bit strange.He gently pulled Tristan's panties and pants up, and turned him over on his side.

Tristan could barely see Zach's face.He was thankful that he didn't know what his own face looked like to the other side.Now, he doesn't even know how he feels in his heart.Tristan silently got up from Zach's lap and sat back in his seat.He closed his eyes and pressed his hot cheek against the cold leather of the seat.

After a long, long time, the door was closed.

The engine started with a "boom".

The car starts to move forward.

Tristan said nothing.

Zach didn't speak either.

When the car stopped again, Zach said, "Your home is here." His voice was rough and uncomfortable, but there was something else in it... dark, and intense.

Tristan didn't move, he didn't want to.

Time passed in silence second by second.

"My behavior just now was very unprofessional," Zach said after a moment, his voice short and stiff. "I don't know what I was thinking. It's not going to happen again, but you can always complain to Jared. He can definitely get you another therapist."

Tristan opened his eyes, opened the door, and got out of the car.

The tires made a sharp friction sound, and the car sped forward.

Tristan walked slowly towards his house, his trembling legs giving way.

He opened the front door, walked in, and leaned heavily against the door.His mind was in a mess.

Then it hit him: He could really fire Zach.He finally found a perfect reason to fire him.Jared would be terrified if he found out what Zach was doing: spanking a patient, that's not an "unprofessional" explanation.

He can fire Zach now.

He could get rid of him once and for all.No more endless babblings, no need to be easily despised - most importantly, he no longer reacts strangely to being spanked in the ass.

Zach could finally disappear from his life.

Tristan frowned.