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COCK BAIT

作者: DUNNIADE
last update 公開日: 2026-09-22 23:15:06

JULIAN

I slammed the heavy front door of the Ashcroft estate so hard the glass sidelights rattled in their white wooden frames... my boots leaving wet, muddy tracks across the pristine marble entry hall as I headed straight for the grand staircase.

I was done with this toxic fucking house... done with his father’s lingering shadow hanging over every hallway... done with Rowan tracking my every breath like he owned the air in my lungs.

I kicked my bedroom door wide open, grabbed my heavy black c
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  • BEGGING FOR MY HOCKEY RIVAL   CUCKHOLD

    ROWAN.My hip felt like someone had shoved a hot curling iron straight into my groin and twisted it until the bone cracked...I was stuck on the dark leather couch in the living room... my ruined right leg propped up on three flat pillows...a heavy, dripping bag of ice strapped around my thigh with black velcro... I couldn't move... I couldn't even lean over to grab the TV remote without a wave of nausea rolling up into my throat...I was a fucking prisoner... trapped in this stupid, quiet off-campus house while the rain pounded against the glass...Then the front door clicked open...Julian walked in... carrying a plastic bag of takeout from the diner down the street... His dark hair was wet from the storm, plastered to his skull, and he had that wild, dark, unhinged look in his eyes that made me want to rip his tongue out of his head...Right behind him was Christian...Christian wore a clean white sweater, expensive black jeans, and a stupid, fake little smirk on his face... He loo

  • BEGGING FOR MY HOCKEY RIVAL   HIS SWEET RUIN

    ROWAN.Morning hit like an iron pipe across the side of my skull...I woke up with the harsh autumn sunlight blinding me through the unshaded window... every single joint in my body stiff as lead...I tried to roll onto my left side to reach for my phone on the nightstand...The second my torso twisted... a jagged bolt of agony ripped straight through my right groin... The Grade 2 tear didn't just hurt... it locked my entire lower half into a rigid... breathless spasm that left me pinned flat on my back... gasping uselessly at the ceiling...I couldn't move... I couldn't pull the heavy duvet up... I couldn't even swing my legs over the edge of the mattress... My hip was a swollen... inflamed wreck... locked solid from the cold downpour the night before...The bedroom door creaked open...Julian walked in... fully dressed in his black gym gear... a heavy ice wrap slung over his broad shoulder and a legal pad clutched in his hand... He looked infuriatingly sharp... his dark eyes blown w

  • BEGGING FOR MY HOCKEY RIVAL   CRY FOR DADDY

    ROWAN.The hardwood floor was freezing beneath my face... my cheek pressed flat against the damp, muddy boards as the sound of my own ragged breathing echoed off the dark entryway walls...I couldn't move my right leg... Not an inch...The moment I tried to shift my weight to push myself up, a sickening spike of agony tore straight through my groin, locking my entire torso into a rigid, breathless spasm..."Get the fuck off me..." I wheezed out against the floor, my voice weak, gravelly, stripped of every ounce of authority...Julian didn't answer with words... He just reached down, his split, bloody hands hauling me up by the collar of my soaked hoodie... dragging my heavy 210-pound frame across the floorboards toward the master bathroom at the end of the hall... My dead leg dragged uselessly over the runner rug, leaving a trail of filthy rainwater and thick brown mud behind us..."Let go, you crazy bastard!" I snarled, clawing at his wrists with my numb fingers... "I can walk on my

  • BEGGING FOR MY HOCKEY RIVAL   CORNERED

    ROWAN.The truck engine cut out... leaving nothing but the deafening roar of rain slamming down against the metal roof...The cab was suffocating... hot... smelling like stale leather, sweat, and copper...I didn't wait for Julian... I grabbed the door handle with both hands, popped the heavy latch, and shoved myself out into the pitch-black downpour...The instant my feet hit the wet driveway, the freezing rain cut through my hoodie like a fucking razor... Cold...violent... relentless...I took one single step forward...My right leg gave out completely...The cold air had locked my torn hip flexor into a stiff, frozen knot... The muscle didn't just give up... it snapped inward like an overstretched rubber band, driving a blinding bolt of raw agony straight through my groin into my spine...My knee buckled...I hit the mud hard... my full 210-pound weight crashing down into the frigid, slick earth... my right thigh slamming straight into the sharp gravel..."Fuck!" I screamed... the

  • BEGGING FOR MY HOCKEY RIVAL   WHORE FOR HIS ATTENTION

    JULIAN.Christian didn't say a fucking word...He just popped the door handle, stepped out into the pouring rain, and shoved his hands deep into his leather coat pockets... heading fast toward his own sports car parked three rows over... He didn't look back at Rowan... He didn't look back at me... He just left... his red taillights flashing once through the downpour before he pulled out of the arena lot and vanished into the dark...I threw my truck into park... left the engine idling loud... and kicked my door wide open into the freezing mud..."Get your fucking ass in the truck, Rowan!" I screamed into the rain...Rowan didn't move an inch... He was standing twenty feet away under the flickering yellow light of the arena overhang... his dark hoodie completely soaked... water running down his pale cheeks in thick, dirty streams...His right hand was clutched tight around the strap of his gym bag... his knuckles white... his jaw locked so hard the muscles in his neck were shaking...He

  • BEGGING FOR MY HOCKEY RIVAL   COCKHEAD SUCK

    JULIANThe engine of my truck was idle, the heavy V8 thrumming through the floorboards while rain hammered the windshield in massive, sheets. The parking lot at the back of the arena was dead. Pitch black except for the dull orange glow of the streetlamp overhead.Christian sat in the passenger seat, his leather jacket unzipped, his chest moving in fast, quiet breaths. The air inside the cab smelled like stale rain, faint copper, expensive cologne, and dark, heavy heat.Christian went down and didn't come up for air.He got my jeans shoved down past my hips and dragged my dick with one hand and had his mouth on me before I'd finished breathing out. No teasing, no buildup—just wet heat closing over the head of my cock and his tongue working the underside in fast, sloppy strokes, and my whole body jolted like I'd grabbed a live wire.His spit was everywhere already. He was messy with it, sloppy, letting it run down over his knuckles and drip onto my thigh, and every time he pulled up he

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