"Fuck that, there was definitely something seriously wrong with that locker! And that guy earlier was sketchy as hell, I’ve never even seen him in our club before!"
A familiar, resolutely angry voice echoed down the hallway outside the locker room.
The moment Wu Haojun recognized the voice, raw panic violently seized his body. His terrified sphincter involuntarily clamped down on Qin Shou’s massive cock with a vice-like, suffocating grip, milking the shaft so intensely it nearly forced the Dom into another explosive climax on the spot.
"Right?! I thought I was crazy, but I swear I smelled a heavy stench of piss in there. You remember those perverted sluts who got caught sneaking into the phys-ed department to steal dirty socks and underwear? They were all over the news! I bet you anything it's one of those sick freaks again!"
"Motherfucker. If I catch him, I swear to God I’m gonna beat him to a bloody pulp!"
The heavy, angry footsteps were drawing terrifyingly close.
As much as Qin Shou desperately wanted to keep pounding away, reality was catching up. If he didn't leave right now, he was going to get caught balls-deep in the Captain of the Taekwondo team.
And judging by the frantic, crushing force of the internal muscles currently strangling his cock, Qin Shou could feel exactly how terrified and utterly despairing Wu Haojun was at this very second.
"Come on, baby. Let's find somewhere else for me to fuck you," Qin Shou whispered, a dangerous thrill lacing his voice.
Without even pulling his cock out of Wu Haojun’s ass, Qin Shou wrapped his strong arms firmly around the alpha’s torso. Leaning backward, he hoisted Wu Haojun’s massive frame right out of the mountain of rancid socks.
Suspended in the air, Wu Haojun’s own sock-bound, raging erection was pressed flush against the rigid, unyielding armor of Qin Shou’s six-pack abs.
Moving with startling strength, Qin Shou carried the heavily muscled Captain, still balls-deep inside him, and quickly slipped behind a massive marble pillar at the far end of the locker room.
The lightbulb on this side of the pillar had burned out long ago, and the corner was cluttered with a chaotic mess of discarded sporting equipment. It was a blind spot that people rarely checked.
But the terrifying reality remained:
if anyone simply walked a few steps in this direction, they would instantly spot the two men.
The heart-stopping, agonizingly extreme thrill of the situation kept Wu Haojun’s sphincter clamped down on Qin Shou’s massive shaft with a frantic, suffocating grip.
The tight friction was so insanely good that, even while hiding in the shadows of the pillar, Qin Shou couldn't resist rolling his hips, grinding and thrusting deep into the alpha with slow, deliberate pumps.
"Mmmmmph... Hnnnnnngh..."
A muffled, despairing groan, heavy with the undeniable sound of weeping, vibrated from deep within Wu Haojun’s chest.
With his mouth brutally gagged by the filthy sock, and his teammates standing just yards away, he was trapped in a living nightmare. More than anything, he wanted to scream and curse Qin Shou’s very existence.
But terrified of being discovered, all he could do was swallow his tears, suppress his roars, and desperately clench his throat to keep his whimpers as quiet as humanly possible.
"Motherfucker! I knew it! Someone is stealing our dirty socks!"
Because Qin Shou had carried Wu Haojun away in such a rush, he had completely forgotten to shut the locker door.
Staring at the horrific mountain of rancid socks and unwashed underwear, Liu Yang’s explosive, aggressively masculine voice echoed furiously through the room.
The nerve-shredding suspense, the soul-crushing shame, the utter despair, combined with the sound of Liu Yang’s furious voice, acted like a catastrophic pleasure amplifier.
The sensory overload ruthlessly bombarded Wu Haojun’s brain and body, violently shoving his physical form over the edge into yet another explosive climax.
"Fuck! You're seriously orgasming right now?!"
Qin Shou gritted his teeth as Wu Haojun’s slutty, convulsing internal muscles clamped down viciously on his cock, milking him dry in the throes of climax.
Fuck it! If we get caught, we get caught!
Qin Shou thought, his eyes burning with reckless heat.
I'm not scared of these punks anyway. If we get exposed just because this slutty Captain couldn't stop himself from squirting loudly, that’s on him, not me!
"What the fuck... my socks are in here too?!" Liu Yang yelled.
"I was just wondering where they went a few days ago! Jesus Christ! These socks are practically stained yellow from sweat, and this sick fuck actually stole them?! What a disgusting, filthy mutt! You have to be a special kind of degenerate to get off on socks this rancid!"
"Holy shit, is this where that piss came from?" another guy chimed in.
"Was that slut actually squirting piss inside this locker just now?"
"Fuck, that is so utterly depraved!"
"We were literally right outside, and some freak was in here squirting from pleasure! Motherfucker! What an absolute, cheap little slut!"
Even the underclassman who practically worshipped Wu Haojun the most had started hurling filthy curses at the unknown pervert.
One had to wonder:
if that kid ever found out that the "cheap, depraved slut" acting like a filthy animal inside that locker was actually the God-of-War Captain he respected more than anyone else in the world...
what kind of horrifying expression would be on his face?
Qin Shou’s restraint finally snapped.
Right there, bathed in the furious, profane curses echoing from the oblivious students just yards away, he braced his rock-hard abs and unleashed a storm of feral, piston-like thrusts.
He drove his massive, impossibly thick alpha cock viciously upward, targeting the absolute deepest depths of the quivering hole.
The bruised-purple, tyrannical ridge of his glans scraped and crushed relentlessly against Wu Haojun’s desperate prostate.
The brutal, agonizingly good internal friction pushed the Captain’s already explosive climax into a realm of absolute, mind-shattering madness.
Had he not been brutally hogtied, there was no doubt Wu Haojun would have completely surrendered to the lust.
He would have wrapped his powerful limbs tightly around Qin Shou’s rugged, heavily muscled frame, clawing and scratching at the Dom’s back as he shamelessly ground his own ass all the way down to the hilt of that massive shaft!
But instead, all he could do was tremble helplessly in the dark.
Stripped of all control, his thrashing, ruined body could only convulse as his suffocated, sock-bound cock frantically fired off pathetic, messy spurts of slutty cum.
"Motherfucker... if I ever catch this freak, I swear to God I’m gonna stomp on his dog-cock until it’s mashed potatoes! Fuck, this pisses me off so much!"
"I looked everywhere for those socks, man! I had to use my own living expenses to buy a new pair! I seriously don’t get it, why the fuck are there degenerates like this in the world? Is he really that desperate to huff the stench of men's sweaty feet?"
"Fuck it! If we catch him, we should strip him completely naked, toss him into the dirty laundry bin, and all stand around taking a piss on him!"
"Goddamn right! Man, the more I talk about it, the angrier I get!"
"Fuck! My dirty underwear is in there too! I held my load for days before I finally blew it all into those boxers. The cum stains were literally turning yellow, and this sick fuck stole them anyway! I can’t fucking stand this!"
"Hey, should we tell the Captain about this? I mean, this is seriously messing with our training environment."
"Tell the Captain? Are you out of your fucking mind?! If Hao-ge finds out about this, he’d literally kick that slutty freak until he’s crippled! You know how insane the Captain's kicks are!"
"Alright, alright, whatever. Let’s just grab our shit and bounce. The freak is probably long gone by now. We just gotta be more careful next time. Lock your sweaty socks up after practice, guys, or some degenerate bitch-dog is gonna steal them again to get off! Hahaha!"
Before they knew it, the furious indignation of these straight, alpha guys had morphed into crude, mocking banter.
Realizing there wasn't much they could do about it now, the situation had bizarrely become a testament to their own masculinity.
After all, their natural scent must have been insanely dominant to drive a pervert that crazy, right?
In a twisted way, it deeply satisfied the arrogant, macho superiority complex of these straight gym bros.
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