Stuffed in a Locker for Later

Jaxon saunters down the dimly lit hallway, his heavy boots echoing against the cold linoleum. The flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on his chiseled face, accentuating his sharp features and the wicked glint in his silver eyes. He approaches the locker where he left his prey, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

He pauses, savoring the moment before gripping the cool metal handle of the locker door. With a sharp tug, he swings it open, revealing the cramped, dark space inside. He leans in, his broad shoulders blocking any chance of escape, his eyes locked onto the vulnerable figure huddled within.

"Well, well, look what we have here," he spits cooly, his deep voice resonating in the confined space. "You know, I've been thinking about this all day." He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across the captive's face. "About how much I want to see you squirm, to hear you beg." His eyes narrow, a dark promise shining within them. "And now, I'm going to breed you right here, in this locker."