Punk 57 Reviews Novels & Stories

“He sent it. Crazy motherfucker,” His cock was… slightly different from what I was used to. Thin at the base, bulbous at the tip like he was trying to find a way to knot in someone. Nothing like Decker’s— “Well?” I placed the phone on my ear as he spoke. “Ratings?” “Seven out of fifty.” He chuckled. “My heart skipped a beat. I’m beginning to think you want to fly over here, put a leash on me until I fuck you just the right way to prove myself worth.”

Hindi ko alam kung anong rank na ‘ko, pero alam kong hindi pa sapat ang points na ‘to. I left the guy there, and searched for more dummies. -- “Ha… Ha.. Ha..” Hinihingal akong napaupo sa ilalim ng isang puno. Pagod na ‘ko. Madami na rin ang mga napatay kong dummies. 750 pts na ang nakukuha ko. I won’t stop, paabutin ko ‘to ng 1,000. Marami din akong nakabungguan na participants, nang-aagaw ng points. Pero siyempre hindi ako papatalo.

A five-star review in Pincher Travel Review is a very big deal. “I was just explaining to Gunter that I sent one of our top freelancers to review his hotel,” I say. “I’m sorry he wasn’t happy, but—” “You should hef gone yourrrself.” Gunter spits the words dismissively. “Wherrrre is your crrrredibility, Felicity? Wherrre is your rrrreputation?” As he stalks off, I secretly feel a bit shaken. As I lift my eyes to Gavin, my heart is pumping.

My brain won't stop looping the image of a certain thick-muscled, chiseled-jawed guy on his knees, taking my full length into his mouth. I skate my puck into the post but it miss,the fifth time tonight. Not because I can't play but because each time my stick scratch through the ice, my brain supplies the sound of Remington gagging on my cock. His nails scratching on my thighs and the wet patch on his pants only I saw I’ve watched the clip over six times. Each time gets me as hard as the last, which is a big fucking problem. I plant my skate deep against the ice, cold air burning my lungs as I weave through the cones, my stick snapping sharply against the puck.

Noah’s P.O.V The seventh game of the regionals ended with the Arctic Blades fucking demolishing the Wisconsin's titans. The titans, of all the teams.. I could still feel the sting in my thighs from the sprints and the vibration in my hands from that final slapshot that screamed past their goalie and lit the whole fucking stadium on fire. The crowd was still roaring in my head but the celebratory noise wasn't enough to wipe off the ridiculous grin on my face as I skated off the ice.

~KAI~ The loud buzzer cut through me. Final score lights up...4-3, loss. Jax's fault. He danced around the net instead of burying the puck, took a penalty, and almost started a fight. I am already typing before the crowd stops screaming his name. 'Captain Carter's highlight-reel goal came at the cost of two penalties and a near-fight. Talent doesn't excuse recklessness. The Ice Hawks keep winning despite their star forward, not because of him.'