Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

The storefront was unassuming, tinted windows, a simple sign glowing neon pink, but inside, it was a playground for the depraved. They entered, the bell tinkling softly. The air was warm, scented with leather and silicone, shelves lined with every conceivable toy: vibrators in every size, dildos veined and ridged, restraints from silk ties to steel cuffs, plugs that promised to stretch and fill. A clerk behind the counter nodded knowingly, averting her eyes from the two imposing men.

She can't afford to die out here! Not even in this crappy attic! Someone get her out here already, please! Anybody! Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as Anastasia hauled her forcibly into the locker. They roughly manhandled her as they refastened a new set of duck seal tapes on both of her legs and arms, glueing her pretty tightly to the chair. The locker room was choked with other weird objects presumably for torturing the living hell outta their victims. This is sick! What is their motive for doing all of these anyways?

Hello Monday. I hate you and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday too. I opened my locker while jumping a little to the side to avoid whatever was going to pop out of it today. Today nothing popped out but there were loads of condoms inside my locker along with a note saying “Whore!!!”. Well, I guess this isn’t the worst Monday that I’ve had. Where can I donate condoms…? …

Of course, as an incubus, I loved everything about pretty much any woman. We pulled up to a warehouse in the 600s and pulled out a small bag containing our tools. The lock on the large door was a heavy bolted latch and key. On the smaller door, was a code lock. We didn’t want to make too much noise, so we used the unscrambler and hooked it into the key box.

The locker room was spacious: metal lockers lined the walls, long wooden benches in the center, communal showers at the back with cold white tiles, and the smell of cheap soap mixed with man. “Did you bring the laptop?” he asked, already slowly opening his belt, the zipper descending with a metallic sound that echoed in the empty space. “I did. But I’m not going to use it,” Clara replied, placing her bag on the nearest bench. Her voice came out low, loaded with lust. “I want to live the scene. I want you to fuck me like it’s the end of a heavy shift, when the adrenaline is still running through your veins.”

“And sweat and bleed…” Cameron’s moan was thirsty with want and Talen laughed under his breath as he went into the spare room and retrieved the suitcase of toys that they had brought back with them, opening it onto the bed. He removed a riding crop and leather cuffs, a spreader bar, and several lengths of rope. The bunker accommodations were not generous in space, and whilst the rooms were soundproof enough that he was not concerned about Cameron’s screams and moans attracting unwanted visitors, he had to be practical for the setting.

“F-k.” “What is wrong Temperance?” The detective’s voice was concerned. “It is a torture cell,” Vixen murmured. “Like a real one. Not a playroom. There are chains on the wall, and it reeks of piss and shit. There is blood on the floor along with every other unmentionable nasty. Is that a…? Oh, yuck. That is a tooth.” “Is there somewhere to place a device?” Vixen chewed her lip and looked behind her down the hallway. “Shit. I don’t want to go in there.”

Diego insulted Jessica. He goes on to reveal that the lockers, which he and the school had redesigned, uses finger print recognition. Once the owner touches it, the locker would only open when it detects the touch on the knob. It was a gift to everyone te player and cheerleaders. I was aware of this. Jessica wasn't around when all these was taking place. She didn't even notice it when she went over to her own locker to change. Now she's going to get it for sure. "No one can get to your locker except you, Jessica. So take us there and bring out the drug you used in spiking..."

Jordan huffs as she runs faster to keep up with me. "It's in my contract. Your dad and friends have an open invitation." She smiles and I wish I hadn't removed her lipstick earlier. "Quarterbacks are so spoiled," she says on a laugh. We run a few more miles and finish up our warmup. There will be a short meeting before official practice begins. Again, I find it hard to resist taking Jordan's hand as we walk back to the locker room. I've turned into a complete pussy when it comes to this woman and I honestly don't give a damn. The glaring emptiness of Kelson's locker is no longer staring at us because thankfully Bobby has moved Fergus' items over. There is a problem, though. Each locker has a

A little part of Terrence was terrified of that expression, but he was also anxious of what’s next, especially when he felt a cold liquid down his quivering hole. “In that case, we should get you thoroughly prepped.” Chance mumbled. As he lay top of Terrence, he had a chance to sneak a peek at the box which Dr. Terrence pulled out and noticed all kinds of sex toys that were kept there. “Do you use them when you’re alone?” Chance asked. Terrence blushed thoroughly, but spoke up, “Why? It’s my body, I can use anything on me whenever I want.”