Gym Creepshot Novels & Stories

In fact, Creed's most troublesome challenge during these months was to perform the skill without the help of the Reagent, or else there was no point in learning the skill if couldn’t do it outside the tank. During this time Creed has also gone to Glitch 3 times. It was mandatory to complete at least one mission from the green board every month or the person would lose their club membership and then would be forced to pay the unnecessary fine. Creed was not forcefully confined in the Genome library anyway, so he didn't mind going back and forth a few times during the training. He also had to reap the saturation points from the Beast he was breeding in his room in the shelter.

Chapter POV: Miller (Rival) The rhythmic, aggressive squeak of sneakers on the hardwood was the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. Every time Kai Jameson took a shot, the sound echoed through the Crestwood gym like a taunt. He moved with a reckless, natural grace that made my skin crawl. It wasn’t just that he was the star; it was that he didn’t even seem to try.

Trey was seated on a leather couch in the ‘Crib’, listening to music from some of the upcoming Hip-hop rappers in the hood, as he watched two sixteen years old boys break down a a kilogram of cocaine, also called a brick into a thousand transparent bags, with the help of small digital scales. This crib he supervised was one of many that the Bloods had, scattered all around the city. Being a small man of five feet, he had always been underestimated which he used to his advantage. However, his reputation in the gang for being tenacious earned him the nickname;’Big Trey.’

She continued to clear the snot from her face. "I'm not suppose to share this but, most everyone in this town at somepoint has been in to see a Doctor at Creekside. Some have weekly appoinments. Extremely healthy people come in just to get the weight of their shoulders. Everyone needs to deload sometimes Jess. Even heros." He put his hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him with a side smile. "Thank you Matt. For your kind words." The double doors opened up to the transport van outside. It was still pouring. All that was missing was the crack of thunder and flash of lightening for this to be an opening scene of any mental insitution film ever made.

Creed cried in bubbling torment as scrolled through the list of unread messages, "This needs to stop!" Creed emerged from the torrent gauge chamber following a rigorous personal training regimen. Despite the fact that he was only an intermittent trainer at the facility, none of the members ever questioned his authority. He didn't intend to exploit Master Hugh's privileges, therefore he never used the torrent gauge chambers more than necessary. He would alway use the chamber for no more than an hour, so that it does not cause inconvenience to students or master Hugh himself; taking the fact into consideration that the torrent chamber was actually the prime reason why his small archery facilit

Harper’s petite 5’2” body looked extra fuckable as she swayed in front of me, her round ass jiggling in her tight dress. Back inside the gym the music was pumping. We danced together, grinding and laughing until the DJ dropped a heavy bass track. That’s when I spotted Douglas leaning against the wall looking miserable. At 25 he was still built like a beast — 6’4”, 250 pounds of solid muscle, towering over my 5’6” frame. “Why aren’t you dancing, big guy?” I asked, already feeling bold from the weed. “Nobody wants to dance with me.” I stepped close, batted my lashes, and took his huge hands. “Then I’m asking. Come dance with your favorite teacher.”

Isn't this just supposed to be a simple contract signing? Behind Shawn and Cherry stands a huge wardrobe rack filled with fancy athletic wears. Their previous clothes are gone; instead, Cherry’s styled in a white tennis skirt, a matching ribbed tank, and an oversized zip-up hoodie bearing an APEX logo. Shawn’s wearing black joggers, his lean, muscular chest nude except for a matching APEX cap angled low over his face. Directly behind the glass table sits a blue backdrop where the VSU Tiger logo sits side-by-side with the silver APEX crest. A full camera crew with lighting rigs and standing sponsor flags flank the setup. It looks less like a college athletic meeting and more like a high-budge