Addicted Jock Novels & Stories

“I am aware you were addicted to cocaine last year. You had no choice but to stop because your dealer got arrested. You help me, I will become your new dealer.” “I quit already!” I replied firmly. “And you know what? I'm glad I did. It did no good for my life. I've quit, I don't need your deal.” “Oh, is that so?” Duncan asked, a smirk on his face. “You will change your mind, Julia. Once addicted, always addicted. Take my deal and I'll hand you all the coke you'll need forever.”

"Let everyone in this hotel know who's fucking you." I came with a shout, his name ripping from my throat as pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep and found his release. We stayed locked together, both trembling and gasping for air. Finally, he pulled out carefully and collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest. "This is insane," I said when I could speak again. "Sneaking around, pretending at work…." "I know." He kissed my shoulder. "But I'm not ready to give this up. Are you?"

It had been hours since I’d been forcibly taken from my job, charged and arrested. The officers gave a list of serious charges and told me that an anonymous tip had been placed, leading them to search my apartment and find my “stash”. But I had no stash. I could never do drugs after seeing first-hand of it did to pops. The man went from father of the year to a doped-up junkie in the span of three months. He had become a zombie version of himself with nothing to look forward to - other than his next fix.

Jeff tried to reach for his phone but couldn't move properly. All five struggled on the floor, trying to get up in vain. They were still awake but couldn't move. After a few moments, Adam entered the gym wearing his black hoodie, black pants, and a black mask. He had already discarded the server clothes he had worn a few minutes ago to drug the drinks. He stared at the barely conscious Jeff who was nearest to the door and kicked him in the shin. " B**tards!! You like to drug others, so how does it feel to be drugged?"

"Fine but you owe me." "Okay babes." All the eyes of the man were on them. One man even went up to Sabrina. "Miss how do you feel about being my woman." This was Cody a second generation rich kid. He partied till the sun came out. He had many woman around him begging for attention and he loved being the centre of attention. "No thanks I'm good." "Baby girl I.can take care of you and give you whatever you want in exchange for you." "No thanks but when I need a sugar daddy will call you."

I bobbed my head up and down, taking as much of him as I could to the back of my throat with every slurp. "Mmm. Fuck. Your mouth is made for sucking my cock. You're doing so well." I growled around his skin and he thickened even more against the vibration. For some reason, the praise sent me into a frenzy. He was breaking me, crushing my very foundation to fucking pieces, and I was overwhelmingly addicted. Just the second time and I was addicted to him. Undeniably fucking screwed.

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”

My mouth was dry and I felt like crying. "It went on for years, Dear, starting from when he was sixteen. Then, there was all these debts building up from his addiction. Sometimes even strange men would come around demanding money or dropping him off at the doorstep..." her voice faded into the background but was still the peak of my interest. I looked up from her to the room around me and met a pair of familiar light blue eyes staring back. Zac was standing at the door, his smile was wide and his eyes carefree, and I knew that even if I tried to smile, he would know that something was wrong anyway.

He wore nothing under, leaving just too much for Jake to see. “I'm sorry," Jake said immediately, covering his eyes. “I don't have any change, sorry." Like every other zombied crack addict roaming the street, the man didn't give up. "Come on,” the old man wheezed as he held onto Jake's leg. "I will do anything. I just… I gotta get my fix man. I will suck your dock if I have to–" Jake lifted his leg and kicked the man in his face. His head snapped to the side with a small crack as he fell to the ground, knocked out cold. His chest rose and fell slowly while drool dropped down the side of his mouth.

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…