Jock Locked High Novels & Stories

A notification from the school gossip page. BEAUTY POTION FOUND IN ELARA BLACKWOOD'S LOCKER Underneath was a picture. My locker. The outside was blurry but I could tell it was mine. And inside, sitting on the shelf, was a small glass bottle. Pink liquid inside. A label on the front I couldn't read. My hands started shaking. I knew that bottle. I had never seen it before in my life. That wasn't mine. I didn't put that there. But the picture was real. My locker. My shelf. Someone had put that there.

Without a single second of hesitation or negotiation, my knees hit the floor mats. "Slide your feet into the bottom slots." Without the cold steel clamps shielding my skin anymore, my bare nipples poke out thick, long, and aching against the air at the sheer authority of his deep voice. The dark expectation is ticking inside my chest like a time bomb, the tiny hairs on my arms rising as I adjust my weight backward. I position each of my ankles securely into the lower holes of the hip-lock, my lower body dropping down into a vulnerable anchor as the locks snap shut over my skin. He takes slow, deliberate steps toward my front, each of his heavy footsteps echoing right through the floorboards

Olivia Keller The locker hall wasn't as crowded and noisy as it used to be, the football season was close, which means more and more practice for the football team. Javier could be seen bouncing a ball on the hard marble floor of the locker room, his ripped jeans and black t-shirt, matched with a white Nike trainers didn't contrast well with his looks. Javier was blonde and he was also part of Jamaal's squad. He was basically the one who makes sure the squads follows the bro code as I heard from no other person than Drew. Javier also serves as the wingman for his friends. He was surely up to something.

The attending physician approaches with a stun baton. Joseph Stout holds Rebecca Caldwell, the woman he's never gotten over, against his chest. He says, "Lillian, admit you're crazy, and I'll leave Noah alone." Rebecca leans against him with a sweet smile. "Just admit it, Lillian. Joseph is only trying to help you." Joseph looks at me like I'm something he scraped off the bottom of his shoe. "Sign the psychiatric evaluation papers. Don't make me force you." I wipe the sweat from my face and smile at the security camera. "Joseph, did you forget? I still have your company's master key." His expression flickers, but he quickly scoffs. "No one's going to take a lunatic seriously." Right i

The other players, my new teammates, were suddenly very interested in their gear, pretending not to watch the show. "Hockey?" Jax was so close now I could feel the heat radiating off him. His scent was different from the others—sharper, cleaner, like a winter forest right before a storm. It was an Alpha's scent, designed to intimidate, and it was working. My illegal scent blockers felt like a flimsy shield against a tidal wave. "You think what you do is hockey? That circus trick you pulled in the finals? That's not hockey. That's disrespect." "I scored the winning goal," I said, my voice steady even as my hands curled into fists at my sides. "That's my job."

I can hear the jingle of keys. "Now," I growl, and slam my hips down. Jake cries out, a choked sound that I swallow with my mouth pressed to his. His cock splits me open, thick and unyielding as he bottoms out in one brutal thrust. My pussy clenches around him, walls fluttering at the sudden invasion. "Quiet," I hiss against his lips. "Or I'll make sure you never play football again." He nods frantically, his hands gripping my ass so hard I know there will be bruises tomorrow.

Bryson’s POV The tackle came out of nowhere, hitting me low and hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs. I hit the ground with a grunt, grass stains already forming on my practice jersey. "What the hell, Gray?" Carter's voice came from somewhere above me. "Jenkins was wide open on the right. That was an easy pass." I rolled over and sat up, spitting dirt. "I saw him." "Then why didn't you throw to him?"

Joker nods his head like that is agreeable. Minutes later, Jack comes in wearing black gloves and snapping the end against his wrist. “Let’s do this. Do you want to do the cock or balls?” I stifled a laugh at that question, but I could tell Joker was putting some thought into it. “Cock.” Before moving into position with one bander. Jack took the other out of Joker’s other hand. “On three. One, two, three.” You could hear the instrument clinking with movement before an agonizing scream pierced the air. Randall wakes up, still screaming, as he looks up at everyone before looking down and seeing his favorite body part turn purplish black. “Get it off of me!”

His cock head was already peeking at the top of his underwear, leaking like a tap. On the left was Rocco with the hairy chest. His black jockstrap was encasing his veiny eight incher with low hanging balls. Then to the right was Kane, smooth brown skin. Red jockstrap that cradled a mammoth 12 incher pole. "Damn, my pipe looks good." Jax said, grabbing his crotch, giving it a hard squeeze. "I'd fuck myself if I could." Rocco laughed, slapping Jax's thigh. "Yeah, bro. That ass of yours looks tight. I bet you'll cream only from a swollen cock head."

"Lock you in? What are you talking about? You just need time to think. I did the same thing with your sister when she acted up. Now go!" "No…" "Dad, you can't…!" Judy rushed over. "You want to start, too? None of you ever make things easy for me!" He shoved Judy aside with one hand and pushed me forward with the other. "Dad…" I stumbled inside, my shoulder hitting a stack of boxes. The door slammed shut behind me, and the lock clicked. Darkness swallowed everything. "No… Don't lock it!" Everything fell away. All that was left were flashes of fear. The whip with barbs. The clamps biting into skin. Men laughing as they closed in, hands already at their belts.