Underpants Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

As they were busy discussing, a little girl run into the office. "Mummy, mummy, mummy! Uncle Curtis said we will be going very soon. Is that true?" The little girl asked with an Innocent expression full of expectations on her face. Kelsa lifted the little girl into her embrace and placed her gently on her lap. After that, she caressed the little girls face gently and said, "Uncle Curtis was just teasing you. We are going nowhere." The little girl poked Kelsa as she said, "He also said you will say that."

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

I was in a large, luxurious bedroom. The bed was massive, with dark wood furniture and soft lighting from the windows. My eyes widened in shock as it trailed to the center table near the bed, there was a beautiful breakfast spread, a fresh fruit salad with strawberries, blueberries, and mango slices stacked Next to it was a note in neat handwriting: “Eat something. You will feel better…. W” My stomach twisted at once, Ward. I looked down at myself and froze. I was only in my bralette and matching tight shorts. A new set of outfits was folded neatly on a chair across the room.

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

Chapter 3 A silver envelope sat on the dark wood of Ryan Carter’s kitchen island. It looked harmless, but it had the power to stop the highest-scoring forward in the National Hockey League in his tracks. Ryan stared down at the elegant silver script across the front. He knew that handwriting instantly, and he certainly knew the name printed right above the return address: Matt "The Monster" Garrity.

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"You want me to wash your pads? The ones you sweat in for three hours a day? The ones covered in... God, Jaxson, that’s disgusting. I’m a Captain!" "You were a Captain," he corrected, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register. He reached out, his fingers catching a lock of my hair and tucking it behind my ear. It was a terrifyingly intimate gesture. "Now, you're the man who ruined a franchise. My laundry is the most honorable thing you’ll touch for a long time. Now, go to bed. You’ve got a long day of being nobody ahead of you." ****** The next few days were a blur of domestic humiliation.

Marcus sat in one of the wide leather seats, legs spread, still in his captain’s uniform minus the tie. “Come here, baby.” Lila straddled his lap, knees sinking into the soft leather on either side of his thighs. His hands roamed possessively over her body — squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to grip her ass. “You’ve been such a good girl today,” he murmured, nipping at her collarbone. “But I want more. I want you to ride Captain’s cock like you were made for it.” He freed his thick, hard length from his pants. Lila wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly as she positioned herself.