Forbidden Daddy Desires: Steamy MM
Warning: Extremely steamy content ahead, proceed if you love your Daddies dominant and your boys beautifully broken.
Surrender to the raw, intoxicating power of older men who know exactly how to break a willing boy… and make him crave every filthy second.
This scorching collection of standalone MM short stories thrusts you into the world of commanding Daddies, ruthless CEOs, ex’s powerful fathers, dad’s dominant best friends—who take what they want without apology. These experienced alphas spot a hungry younger man and unleash relentless, possessive desire that leaves no hole untouched and no limit unbroken.
Feel the heat as stern Daddies pin eager boys against penthouse windows, bend them over desks, and force them to their knees in corners. Deep-throating commands, rough bareback pounding, choking growls of good boy, and dripping, sweat-soaked submission turn forbidden tension into explosive, body-shaking ecstasy. Every story drips with primal age-gap lust—older men claiming, breeding, and owning younger bodies that beg for more.
If you live for dominant Daddies who discipline, degrade, and devour… this collection will ruin you for anything less.
A must-read obsession for every MM lover who needs their erotica raw, relentless, and drenched in Daddy dominance.
MM erotica
MM Romance
Gay Romance
LGBTQ+ short stories
MM anthology
Standalone short stories
Age gap romance
Blackmail romance
Daddy kink
Forbidden romance
Steamy gay romance
Daddy kink
Age gap
Taboo/forbidden
Ex’s dad
Dad’s best friend
Power imbalance
Dominant alpha Daddies
Rough possession
Oral worship
Bareback breeding
Dirty talk & praise
Dub-con to desperate consent
High-heat explicit sex
Standalone shorts
HEA/HFN
18+ only
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 516He fucked Julian hard against the glass. The machine noise covered their sounds. Thrum-thrum.Every time Viktor pushed in, Julian slid a little on the glass. The spiders scratched at him, inches from his face."Look at them," Viktor growled in his ear. "They want to eat you. But you are mine.""Yes,
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-28
Chapter: Chapter 515They fell through the dark. The air rushed past their ears. Then they hit metal.It was a grate. The metal bars cut into their skin. They rolled off the edge and dropped onto a floor made of diamond plate. It was hard and cold.Julian cried out. He landed on his shoulder. The pain shot up his neck.
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-28
Chapter: Chapter 514The noise was deafening. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound of Viktor’s big gun was like thunder in the stone room. Shells of hot metal flew through the air, cutting smoke and flesh.Julian ran. He held his knife tight. The metal was slippery with blood. He did not think. He just moved.A soldier in black
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-27
Chapter: Chapter 513"Take off your clothes," Julian said.Viktor sat up. He pulled his shirt off. Then his pants. His cock was hard. It stood up, thick and ready.Julian pushed him back down. "Do not move."Viktor lay still. His hands gripped the white fur.Julian climbed on the bed. He straddled Viktor’s legs. He sat
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-26
Chapter: Chapter 512The blue light from the screen lit up Viktor’s face. It made his skin look like ice. He stared at the map. Red dots were moving toward them. Many dots. Hundreds of cars. Hundreds of planes."You are the Director now," Ren said. She typed fast on the keyboard. Her fingers flew like birds. "The Syndic
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-26
Chapter: Chapter 511He started to move. His hips slammed down. Every thrust pushed Julian up the bed. The headboard hit the wall.Bang. Bang. Bang.Julian dug his nails into VIKTOR’s arms. He left red scratches on the skin."Yes," Julian gasped. "Harder.""You want it rough?" VIKTOR growled. "I will give you rough."VI
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-25
Chapter: The Cloak of ThornsI woke up expecting to be dead.Instead, I was drowning in the scent of pine needles, rain on dry earth, and deep, strong Alpha heat.I opened my eyes, the dim morning light of the small room piercing the darkness. My body felt incredibly heavy, but the violent, shaking shivering was gone. The painful, burning heat of the mountain fever had been completely burned out of my body. There was a lingering, metallic taste on my tongue—the clear, heavy taste of pureblood Lycan blood.I shifted on the rotting straw bed. I wasn't freezing.I looked down. Wrapped tightly around my shoulders, covering me in its massive, fur-lined folds, was a heavy black velvet cloak. Pinned to the collar was the silver crest of the Blackwood Warlord.My breath caught in my throat.It wasn't a dream. The heat against my back, the blood on my lips, the voice whispering I've got you in the dark—it was real. Cillian had come down into the dirt. He had taken off his armor, bled for me, and wrapped his own royal cloa
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-28
Chapter: A Miracle[CILLIAN P.O.V]Slowly, miraculously, the violent trembling began to ease.His breathing deepened, losing the wet rattle. The sickly pallor of his skin began to flush with the faintest hint of life. The Alpha blood was hunting down the infection, burning it out of his veins.I let out a shuddering breath, resting my forehead against his temple, too exhausted and broken to move. I just held him in the dark, completely surrendering to the devastating truth: I loved him. Traitor or not, feral or not, I loved him so deeply it was tearing me apart.Elian stirred against my chest.The fever had broken, but he was entirely delirious. His amber eyes fluttered open, glassy and unseeing. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know the Warlord King was holding him in the dirt."No..." Elian whimpered softly, a sound of pure, unadulterated terror that made my blood run cold. He tried to curl away from me, his left hand weakly coming up to protect his head."Shh, you're safe," I whispered frantica
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-24
Chapter: The Secret Vigil[Cillian’s POV]The mate bond did not break with a loud snap. It began to dissolve like sugar in freezing water—a slow, agonizing fading of light that left a hollow, echoing void in the center of my chest.I was sitting in the dark of my study, a half-empty bottle of Blackwood whiskey in my hand. I was trying to drown the memory of Elian kneeling in the grease, kissing General Kael’s boot. I kept telling myself I hated him. I kept telling myself he was a coward, a feral beast, a liar.But then, the golden thread connecting my soul to his gave a violent, sickening shudder.My inner Lycan slammed into the cage of my ribs, letting out a panicked, blood-curdling howl that echoed only in my mind. The bond flickered. The icy wall Elian had built to keep me out was gone, but it wasn't replaced by warmth. It was replaced by an absolute, terrifying emptiness.He is dying.The glass whiskey bottle slipped from my hand, shattering against the stone floor.I didn't think. The Warlord King, the tr
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-24
Chapter: The Cold Infection[Elian’s POV]The boiling stew had cooked the skin of my legs right through my coarse wool trousers.By the time the head servant finally allowed me to retreat to the scullery, the blisters had already formed—angry, swollen pockets of fluid that stretched the raw, red skin across my shins and thighs. I didn't have bandages. I didn't have salve. I only had the freezing, dirty water from the kitchen basin, which I poured over my legs in the dark of my cell, biting down on my ruined lip to keep from screaming.That was yesterday.Today, the cold infection set in.It started as a deep, rattling ache in my bones. The damp, freezing air of the scullery, which had been my constant enemy, suddenly felt like it was inside my veins. I lay curled on my rotting straw pallet, my teeth chattering so violently I thought they would crack. My right hand, still bound in Martha’s linen, throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat. But it was my legs that were killing me. The burns had turned a sickly, weep
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-21
Chapter: The Silver Fang Banquet[Elian’s POV]The Great Hall no longer belonged to the Warlord King.It had been entirely consumed by the Silver Fang. Hundreds of pureblood Alpha commanders and generals filled the long oak tables, their heavy silver armor clanking against the wood, their raucous laughter echoing off the vaulted ceilings. The air was suffocating, choked with the smell of spilled ale, roasted meats, and the aggressive, territorial musk of a foreign army that knew it had already won.I was drowning in it.I moved through the narrow spaces between the tables, carrying a massive iron tureen of boiling, spiced stew. My right hand was still tightly bound in Martha’s white linen, tucked uselessly against my stomach. I was supporting the heavy, scalding iron pot entirely with my left arm and my hip. My muscles trembled violently, slick with cold sweat.At the high table, Cillian sat perfectly rigid. He wore the crown, but he looked like a prisoner of war. Selene sat beside him, her hand resting possessively
Huling Na-update: 2026-04-21
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