Jockstraps Stories Novels & Stories

Vincent said calmly, heart racing. Jaxon had called him Vin. Ryu surprisingly went quiet. "Oh!" Jaxon smirked. They arrived at the mall. Jaxon and Ryu pulled on face caps to avoid fans. They split up, but Ryu and Vincent stuck together. Jaxon wandered into the men's designer underwear section, eyes lighting up at his favorites: indigo shiny waist chains and a sleek black lace jockstrap. He's obsessed with the way they frame and tease—subtle chains that glint under lights, the jockstrap hugging just right.

They abused him every day, covering his body in blood and bruises. He couldn't take it anymore. He tricked my parents into selling their kidneys for 20 thousand dollars, then used the money to sneak into another country. Meanwhile, I studied for my classes during the day and stayed with Grandma at night. A few years later, I went to school overseas. I built my network and prepared to start a company. However, I never expected to run into Vincent again on a campus in another country.

"This outfit? Just something I picked up casually. Only tens of thousand." I let out a short laugh and typed. [Return the coat before you embarrass yourself.] The moment I sent it, the chat exploded. [Who are you? Jealous of our queen?] Then Tara messaged me directly, full of smugness. [Sophia. I've got hundreds of thousands of followers now. Being jealous won't help you.] I replied coldly. [I've already reported the theft. The total value is in the millions. You can prepare for prison.] She paused for a few seconds, then replied.