Jock Locked High Novels & Stories

The fabric tore with a sharp sound, and the shredded panties dropped to the tiled floor between my feet. I felt so exposed, my pussy already slick and throbbing from the adrenaline and the way they’d both been watching me during the game. Jake pressed forward, his heavy body pinning me harder against the lockers. The metal clanged softly behind me. I could smell him, sweat, grass, and that clean scent of victory, and it made my head spin. He reached down with one hand, popped the button on his pants open, and shoved them just low enough. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already rock-hard and flushed dark at the tip.

Six athletes, all tall, muscular, and buzzing with adrenaline, stood in a tight circle around the central wooden bench. "The prize is here, boys!" Jax, the captain, yelled over the noise. "She’s ready to be used. But remember the rule: nobody cums inside. We save it all for the end. We want her face painted white when we’re done. Total dump!" Jax didn't wait. He grabbed Quill’s waist and pulled her to the edge of the bench. He was still wearing his jersey, the fabric rough against her skin. He didn't use a condom. He just lined himself up and drove into her with a heavy, bone-deep thrust.

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.

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?"

It is beautiful. James gives us a couple of watches. I give James a ticket along with room passes for the next match of Colorado Rockies. After watches, he is crazier on baseball, and his favorite team is Colorado Rockies. I gift Lia a platinum chain with a small locket. Inside is a photo that was taken on our wedding day. "Thank you." She utters softly to me. "After the shoot is over, I asked Hal to set up a meeting with the press and media." "Regarding," I know, seeing his smile that James has already guessed.

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.

Jack tensed beside me, his hand gripping his wine glass a little too tightly. I moved higher, pressing my palm firmly against the trapped bulge in his pants. I could feel the hard silicone cage beneath the fabric, and the way his cock desperately tried to swell inside it. A small wet spot began forming at the tip, his pre-cum leaking helplessly against the tight confines. Jack’s jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jump. He tried to focus on the conversation, but his breathing had grown uneven. When Mr. Jude began speaking about business, assets, and future shares, Jack cleared his throat and took over, his voice strained but steady.

A huge dark haired jock with pitch black eyes that roamed over me like he was surveying an insect. More wolves surrounded me, their upper lips drawn over their sharp canines, lips dripping with venomous spittle, and a cold chill ran down my spine. "You almost had her." "Well, she's here is she not." The jock growled, his jaw clenched. "We're supposed to bring her back alive not dead, dumbass. You're unable to control those tendrils yet. What if they had tried to strangle her?" The blonde lashes out at him. Like I wasn't there. Like I was irrelevant and they were arguing about the weather.