2025-07-11, 04:37 PM
Playoffs
In the first period, there was only one scorer and that was Vipers defender Marc S., who was able to beat Richard P. with a shot on goal. Further highlights were rather scarce in the first third.
Chapter 1 The match report
In the first period, there was only one scorer and that was Vipers defender Marc S., who was able to beat Richard P. with a shot on the break. Further highlights were then rather scarce in the first period. The defensive lines of both teams hardly played into the hearts of their respective coaches and fans in the period that followed, so absolutely lousy. Because chances arose on both sides and only the two goalkeepers prevented a more goal-filled interim result. However, that should change.
At the beginning of the second period, Paul Weiner (36) took Viper goalie Janek L. off the ice and thanked Brian E., who had only seen limited action over the entire season, for his dedication.
However, Dennis would have liked his debut to have gone a bit better, because after only 8 seconds the puck was in his goal for the first time. But the Vipers were not shocked at all and after only another 8 seconds they were awarded a penalty.
The man who was fouled, Georg F., took the penalty shot himself, but was stopped by Svennson in the Lions goal. However, the Vipers were able to celebrate just 28 seconds later. Michael K. scored the 2:1 for the Vipers after great work by Chris Henley and Georg F. (21st min.), and just 52 seconds later, Michel even increased the lead to 3:1 after a fine pass from Marc (22nd min.).
But the Lions struck back immediately. Not a minute later, Richard shot his team within one goal again (23rd min.).
Four goals in 2? minutes was not bad at all.
In the following minutes, both defenses settled down and the flood of chances on both sides did not subside. It was not until the 39th minute that Henley increased the lead to 4:2 with a shot on target. But as usual in this period, the Lions struck back immediately. Ren? Wolf scored his second goal of the afternoon.
The final period began with the Vipers in the box, and the Lions scored their first power-play goal of the game. Rudolph I. scored the 4-4 equalizer with a tap-in. In the 48th minute, the Lions were also awarded a penalty, which Keller converted clinically to give the Lions their first lead.
The Vipers, however, did not give up and did not want to surrender without a fight. With 2? minutes left on the clock, their efforts were rewarded when Michael K's shot went in and defenseman Marc S collected the rebound for his team to tie the game at 5.
The penalty shots now had to bring the decision about the extra point and here the Lions were a bit more accurate than the guests. Again it was Keller who managed the decisive hit and thus made the first defeat of the Vipers in almost 2 years perfect.
“Great!” he said, shaking the hand of the Lions' coach, and then quickly turned around and went back to the locker room frustrated. It had been a long time since something like that had happened to him, and he had to digest that first.
Paul Weiner was not a man who was particularly gentle with his boys when it came to instilling discipline and toughness in them. The Vipers' winning streak had lasted almost two years and today of all days it had to end. Today was one day after his 36th birthday. Today he wanted to celebrate his third championship. Now it will only be the runner-up title. It sucks.
They have won the championship in commanding fashion for the last two years and this year, too, everything was going perfectly. Except for that stupid game today. He was absolutely frustrated. Just thinking about the press conference made him feel sick. How he hated those hordes of journalists. If you win, they say, “You're making the league boring!”
If you lose, everything is ruined. But everything was going so well! If Marc hadn't made that stupid foul against Keller, we would have made it again. Marc will pay for this, he swore to himself, but still made his way to the press conference. As he made his way, Marc came towards him, but spontaneously decided not to cross his path, because the look emanating from Paul sent an icy shiver down his spine.
Chapter 2? Foggy
When Marc went into the cabin, it took his breath away. It was so steamy and stuffy in here that you could hardly see a meter. He groped his way more badly than right, until he had arrived at his place. He took off his clothes, threw them in the corner and let his frustration out. Marc sat down and held his head in his hands. Thoughts of what would be if and the worst, the coach's look from just now went through his head.
He must have sat there for quite a while until he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulders. When he looked up, he saw Janek looking comfortingly at him.
“Hey, kid, don't hang your head, it's happened to all of us. No big deal!”
Marc shook his head. “I said before that I didn't feel too good today, and now this. And it's my fault that we lost?” he almost shouted at him.
“Nonsense! It's no one's fault! And if it is, then it's all of us, because we just played like crap today. What the heck. The season is over and Pauli will come up with something to harass us again, so that something like today doesn't happen again.
He looked at Janek in amazement. Janek, who at 20 years old, was simply a dream guy. Not an ounce of fat on his smooth, almost hairless body. Everything about him was just perfect. Not everything, though. He had a scar on the inside of his left thigh.
Small but visible. However, more defects on his body were simply not to be found. Somehow he must have noticed my examination, because he suddenly said, “Come on Marc, go take a shower. We have a lot to do today.” See you later for dinner and hurry up, they've all already left. Don't want you to be surprised by a bunch of cleaning ladies.” He smiled and left.
Reluctantly Marc trudged under the shower. The warm water and the hard jet allowed him to relax noticeably. Marc loved these showers, which were particularly good here, because they had the luxury of installing shower cubicles with massage nozzles.
Marc silently thanked the architect and let the water jets massage him. His favorite was a nozzle that sprayed the water with varying intensity from below onto his sack, giving him an intense special ball massage and wonderfully pampering his rosette.
He lathered himself up from top to bottom, repeatedly sliding his semi-rigid cock to pleasure it until it was as straight as a die. At the same time, he ran his other hand along his anal rosette and kneaded his own ass cheeks.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, he felt a hand on his inner thigh, and he opened his eyes, which he had closed in sheer bliss. There stood Michael in front of him, grinning at him. “Well, I thought that you needed a special kind of relaxation first.”
Marc looked at Michael, completely baffled. Michael was a year older than he, 18, and there was one thing he had always been sure of: none of the guys, except for himself, was even a little bit gay.
He looked at him in amazement, his eyes scanning Michael's upper body. A firm, hairless chest and strong, muscular upper arms. Suddenly he went wild and leaned forward to lick his neck. Michael got a slight goose bump on the chest, which turned Marc on additionally.
In the first period, there was only one scorer and that was Vipers defender Marc S., who was able to beat Richard P. with a shot on goal. Further highlights were rather scarce in the first third.
Chapter 1 The match report
In the first period, there was only one scorer and that was Vipers defender Marc S., who was able to beat Richard P. with a shot on the break. Further highlights were then rather scarce in the first period. The defensive lines of both teams hardly played into the hearts of their respective coaches and fans in the period that followed, so absolutely lousy. Because chances arose on both sides and only the two goalkeepers prevented a more goal-filled interim result. However, that should change.
At the beginning of the second period, Paul Weiner (36) took Viper goalie Janek L. off the ice and thanked Brian E., who had only seen limited action over the entire season, for his dedication.
However, Dennis would have liked his debut to have gone a bit better, because after only 8 seconds the puck was in his goal for the first time. But the Vipers were not shocked at all and after only another 8 seconds they were awarded a penalty.
The man who was fouled, Georg F., took the penalty shot himself, but was stopped by Svennson in the Lions goal. However, the Vipers were able to celebrate just 28 seconds later. Michael K. scored the 2:1 for the Vipers after great work by Chris Henley and Georg F. (21st min.), and just 52 seconds later, Michel even increased the lead to 3:1 after a fine pass from Marc (22nd min.).
But the Lions struck back immediately. Not a minute later, Richard shot his team within one goal again (23rd min.).
Four goals in 2? minutes was not bad at all.
In the following minutes, both defenses settled down and the flood of chances on both sides did not subside. It was not until the 39th minute that Henley increased the lead to 4:2 with a shot on target. But as usual in this period, the Lions struck back immediately. Ren? Wolf scored his second goal of the afternoon.
The final period began with the Vipers in the box, and the Lions scored their first power-play goal of the game. Rudolph I. scored the 4-4 equalizer with a tap-in. In the 48th minute, the Lions were also awarded a penalty, which Keller converted clinically to give the Lions their first lead.
The Vipers, however, did not give up and did not want to surrender without a fight. With 2? minutes left on the clock, their efforts were rewarded when Michael K's shot went in and defenseman Marc S collected the rebound for his team to tie the game at 5.
The penalty shots now had to bring the decision about the extra point and here the Lions were a bit more accurate than the guests. Again it was Keller who managed the decisive hit and thus made the first defeat of the Vipers in almost 2 years perfect.
“Great!” he said, shaking the hand of the Lions' coach, and then quickly turned around and went back to the locker room frustrated. It had been a long time since something like that had happened to him, and he had to digest that first.
Paul Weiner was not a man who was particularly gentle with his boys when it came to instilling discipline and toughness in them. The Vipers' winning streak had lasted almost two years and today of all days it had to end. Today was one day after his 36th birthday. Today he wanted to celebrate his third championship. Now it will only be the runner-up title. It sucks.
They have won the championship in commanding fashion for the last two years and this year, too, everything was going perfectly. Except for that stupid game today. He was absolutely frustrated. Just thinking about the press conference made him feel sick. How he hated those hordes of journalists. If you win, they say, “You're making the league boring!”
If you lose, everything is ruined. But everything was going so well! If Marc hadn't made that stupid foul against Keller, we would have made it again. Marc will pay for this, he swore to himself, but still made his way to the press conference. As he made his way, Marc came towards him, but spontaneously decided not to cross his path, because the look emanating from Paul sent an icy shiver down his spine.
Chapter 2? Foggy
When Marc went into the cabin, it took his breath away. It was so steamy and stuffy in here that you could hardly see a meter. He groped his way more badly than right, until he had arrived at his place. He took off his clothes, threw them in the corner and let his frustration out. Marc sat down and held his head in his hands. Thoughts of what would be if and the worst, the coach's look from just now went through his head.
He must have sat there for quite a while until he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulders. When he looked up, he saw Janek looking comfortingly at him.
“Hey, kid, don't hang your head, it's happened to all of us. No big deal!”
Marc shook his head. “I said before that I didn't feel too good today, and now this. And it's my fault that we lost?” he almost shouted at him.
“Nonsense! It's no one's fault! And if it is, then it's all of us, because we just played like crap today. What the heck. The season is over and Pauli will come up with something to harass us again, so that something like today doesn't happen again.
He looked at Janek in amazement. Janek, who at 20 years old, was simply a dream guy. Not an ounce of fat on his smooth, almost hairless body. Everything about him was just perfect. Not everything, though. He had a scar on the inside of his left thigh.
Small but visible. However, more defects on his body were simply not to be found. Somehow he must have noticed my examination, because he suddenly said, “Come on Marc, go take a shower. We have a lot to do today.” See you later for dinner and hurry up, they've all already left. Don't want you to be surprised by a bunch of cleaning ladies.” He smiled and left.
Reluctantly Marc trudged under the shower. The warm water and the hard jet allowed him to relax noticeably. Marc loved these showers, which were particularly good here, because they had the luxury of installing shower cubicles with massage nozzles.
Marc silently thanked the architect and let the water jets massage him. His favorite was a nozzle that sprayed the water with varying intensity from below onto his sack, giving him an intense special ball massage and wonderfully pampering his rosette.
He lathered himself up from top to bottom, repeatedly sliding his semi-rigid cock to pleasure it until it was as straight as a die. At the same time, he ran his other hand along his anal rosette and kneaded his own ass cheeks.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, he felt a hand on his inner thigh, and he opened his eyes, which he had closed in sheer bliss. There stood Michael in front of him, grinning at him. “Well, I thought that you needed a special kind of relaxation first.”
Marc looked at Michael, completely baffled. Michael was a year older than he, 18, and there was one thing he had always been sure of: none of the guys, except for himself, was even a little bit gay.
He looked at him in amazement, his eyes scanning Michael's upper body. A firm, hairless chest and strong, muscular upper arms. Suddenly he went wild and leaned forward to lick his neck. Michael got a slight goose bump on the chest, which turned Marc on additionally.