Jock Locked High Novels & Stories

That unnatural, electric connection. “Why are you helping me?” she whispered. “You could’ve left me there.” His eyes lifted, sharp and unreadable. “Because I couldn’t.” Her breath caught. There was something raw in his tone—something almost… guilty. Before she could respond, his phone buzzed. He turned it on speaker. A rough male voice said, “Alpha, we’ve got movement near the northern ridge. Rogues again.” Rhett’s demeanor shifted instantly. His eyes gleamed silver, his posture straightened. The air in the cabin seemed to tighten around him, charged with authority.

THE BASKETBALL'S TEAM PLEDGE 4. He didn’t ease in, but fucked me like a mam high on drugs, with long, brutal strokes that made my eyes roll back. Every thrust slammed into my prostate and sent jolts of raw ecstasy through my body. My cock swung hard beneath me, leaking steadily onto the sheets like a broken faucet. Another player, Jamal, the point guard with a lean, ripped body and a thick nine-inch veiny monster, crawled in front of me and shoved his cock down my throat without warning.

My expression remained impassive as I looked at the milk cartons that Hannah was holding. I could tell at a glance that they were the discounted ones that were close to their expiry dates from the grocery store downstairs. The sales assistants were constantly trying to sell them off whenever I passed by the store. I unlocked my apartment door and placed my groceries on the cabinet. At the same time, I shoved my foot against the door and prevented Hannah and Thomas from entering. "You have something to say to me, don't you? Out with it."

𝗕𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱, 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳𝗳. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗳𝗳 � �𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀—𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

He stepped forward, his towering frame forcing Rourke to retreat instinctively. Darren’s gaze flicked to Emery, chained to the bed, and his jaw clenched. “You’re going to unchain her,” he said, turning back to Rourke. “Now.” Rourke hesitated for a moment too long, and Darren closed the distance between them in a single stride. Grabbing him by the collar, Darren yanked him forward, his voice dropping to a lethal growl. “I said, now.” Rourke fumbled with the keys in his pocket, his hands trembling as he hurried to unlock the cuffs. Emery pulled her wrists free, rubbing the raw skin where the metal had bitten into her.

As the only child born after Mom and Dad's remarriage, everyone says that I'm the most obedient and well-behaved one. I'm also the best role model for my older half-brother, Matt Hammond, and my older half-sister, Carrie Hammond. Matt is a troublemaker who loves getting into trouble. He once stole Mom's diamond necklace and sold it to buy skins for his online games. But as Mom is his stepmother, she finds disciplining him hard and therefore only lashes out at me when she catches me eating tortilla chips and gives me a good beating. "Were you the one who bought these chips? How dare you eat them without asking permission first? That's stealing! You're behaving like a thief!" Meanwhile, C

Jack growled, stepping up into my space. He reached into a heavy leather bag on his workbench and pulled out a solid, polished steel cock ring. With a single, forceful shove, he snapped the cold metal ring tightly around the base of my shaft and balls, locking my erection into a throbbing, agonizing trap. I let out a sharp gasp as an intense, suffocating pressure shot straight to my core. The steel was merciless—I couldn't ejaculate if I begged for it. My pleasure was locked away, firmly under his control.

Kinks: anal, threesome, double penetration, mxm, spanking The echo of slamming lockers still hung in the air of the empty school changing room, the faint scent of sweat and chlorine from the nearby pool lingering like a promise. Chris's heart pounded as he peeled off his jersey, his dark hair matted against his forehead from practice. Jake and Derek were already stripping down beside him, their muscular bodies glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. Jake, the blonde powerhouse with that confident smirk, locked eyes with Chris, his thick cock already half-hard and swinging free as he kicked off his shorts.

The impact rattled the doors loudly. “Turn around. Ass out,” Jax ordered, spinning him roughly. Alex pressed his palms and cheek against the locker, ass presented instinctively. Jax’s massive body pinned him completely from behind—broad chest to slim back, one thick thigh forcing Alex’s legs wider. The quarterback’s rock-hard cock slid hot and heavy between his ass cheeks, nestling against his virgin hole like a promise of ruin.

Hands everywhere rough palms oiling her skin from bottles snatched from showers, slick coconut-scented sheen making her glisten like a fucktoy. Brock, the blond linebacker-type, chained her wrists to the upper locker vents with carabiners from their gym bags, cold metal biting her skin as her arms stretched overhead. Her back arched forced against the lockers, spine curving painfully, ass jutting out, legs spread wide by ankle cuffs hooked to lower bars. Immobile, exposed pussy lips parting slickly, clit peeking swollen from the adrenaline rush. "First lift: throat barbell," Jax announced, crew laughing darkly as they stripped. His cock sprang free first thick nine-incher, veined and curved,