Raw Surrender: 35 Filthy M/M Tales
Power. Possession. No mercy.
An arrogant billionaire CEO blackmails his reluctant secretary into late-night “overtime,” bending him over the desk and ruthlessly breeding his tight hole until he’s shaking and dripping with cum.
Two rival athletes turn hate into raw, aggressive shower sex, slamming into each other until one submits and gets claimed against the tiles.
A dangerous mafia don kidnaps his enemy’s son and becomes obsessed with breaking him, knotting him deep and filling him night after night.
A strict professor punishes his top student with “extra credit”, spanking, deep-throating, and pounding him senseless across the lecture hall.
Best friends cross the ultimate line when one begs for “practice,” only to end up getting railed bareback again and again, stretched wide and addicted to his roommate’s thick cock.
Every story explodes with filthy heat: possessive alphas, power imbalance, taboo cravings, enemies-to-lovers, first-time awakenings, breeding, overstimulation, and rough claiming that leaves bodies wrecked and holes leaking.
35 scorching M/M tales. Zero limits. Total surrender.
Lock your door, because once you dive in, your hand won’t stop moving.
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Chapter: part 5Gunshots cracked through the mansion like thunder. Vincenzo’s arms tightened around me for one second, then he was up, grabbing a gun from the nightstand drawer. “Stay here,” he growled, already heading for the door.I sat up in the messy bed, heart hammering, cum still leaking out of me. Shouts and more shots echoed from downstairs. I should’ve been hoping for rescue. My father coming to save me. But all I felt was fear for Vincenzo. For us.Minutes dragged like hours. Then the door burst open.Vincenzo stumbled in, shirt torn and bloody, a gash on his arm dripping red. His eyes were wild, chest heaving. He kicked the door shut and locked it.“Vincenzo!” I scrambled off the bed, naked, and rushed to him. “You’re hurt…”He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was desperate, bloody, adrenaline pouring off him. “They tried to take you back,” he snarled against my lips. “Your father’s men. But you’re not going anywhere.”I didn’t pu
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
Chapter: part 4Vincenzo didn’t come back to the shower after he walked out. I stood there under the cooling water for a long time, cum still leaking down my legs, wondering what the hell that look on his face meant. Hours later, after the sun went down, two of his men came and moved me.They didn’t chain me this time. Just marched me down the hall to the master bedroom, his room. Bigger bed. Darker sheets. His scent everywhere. They locked the door behind me and left.I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights.“On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.”I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull.He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
Chapter: part 3“Your father tried to trade someone else for you yesterday. Offered one of his loyal men instead. I refused. I want you, Leo. Only you.”Vincenzo’s words kept replaying in my head as I lay there covered in his cum, body still buzzing. I barely slept. When morning light finally crept in, he unchained me and ordered me into the massive attached bathroom.“Shower. Now. You stink of sex and fear.”I stepped under the hot spray, trying to wash him off my skin, but the door opened seconds later. Vincenzo stepped in behind me, completely naked, water running down his tattooed chest and abs. His cock was already half-hard again.“Thought you could shower alone?” he said, pressing up against my back. His big hands grabbed the soap and started lathering my chest. “No. Everything you do here, I watch. I touch.”His soapy hands slid lower, stroking my cock slowly, teasing. I tried to stay stiff, to fight it. “I don’t need your help washing. Get out.”But my cock hardened fully in his fist anyway.
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
Chapter: part 2“By morning you’ll beg me to breed that tight ass.”Vincenzo’s words echoed in my head long after he left the room, leaving me chained to the bed with his cum still coating my throat. Hours dragged by. My jaw ached. My wrists burned from the cuffs. The silk sheets stuck to my sweaty skin, and my cock stayed traitorously half-hard no matter how much I cursed him in my mind.The door finally opened again. Vincenzo walked in carrying a glass of water, still in that open black shirt, looking like he’d just handled business while I rotted here.“Still glaring, Leo?” he said, setting the glass on the nightstand. “Thirsty?”“Fuck you,” I rasped, voice hoarse from the throat fucking. “Let me go. My father will destroy you for this.”He sat on the edge of the bed, his big hand landing on my thigh. “Your father is the reason you’re still here. But we’ll get to that.” His fingers traced up slowly, brushing over my cock, which twitched hard at the contact. “Look at this. Still hard for me after a
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
Chapter: Story 4: Mafia Don’s CaptiveCold metal bit into my wrists as I jerked awake, chains rattling against the heavy wooden headboard. My head throbbed like someone had slammed it against concrete. I tugged hard, but the cuffs didn’t budge. Silk sheets under my bare back. A massive bedroom that looked like it belonged in some billionaire’s wet dream, dark wood, gold accents, floor-to-ceiling windows covered by heavy curtains.“What the fuck…” I rasped, yanking again. My clothes were gone except for my boxers. Panic hit me fast.The door opened with a soft click.Vincenzo Rossi stepped in like he owned the air itself. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show powerful forearms covered in tattoos. His dark eyes locked on me immediately, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.“Morning, Leo. Sleep well?”“You son of a bitch,” I snarled, pulling at the chains again. “Let me go right now. My father will burn your entire empire to the ground for this.”Vincenzo chuckled l
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
Chapter: part 5“We win today, but hear me now. You’re not transferring clubs. You’re mine now…no more rivals. Try to leave and I’ll make sure you stay right here, full of my cum every fucking day.”Marcus’s warning still burned in my ears as the team celebrated back at the championship hotel. Music thumped through the ballroom downstairs, guys shouting and laughing, but he had me by the wrist the second we slipped away from the crowd.“Marcus, the whole team’s down there,” I protested as he pulled me into his suite and kicked the door shut. “They’ll notice we’re both gone.”“Let them party.” He shoved me toward the big bed, eyes wild with victory and something darker. “Tonight I’m celebrating my way. Strip.”I hesitated only a second before peeling off my shirt and shorts. My cock was already half-hard just from the look on his face. He grabbed silk ties from his bag, probably planned this, and pushed me down on the bed.“Hands above your head.”“Bossy as always,” I muttered, but I let him tie my wr
Last Updated: 2026-06-18
The Don's Dirty Obsession
They say the devil knows your name before you ever see his face.
Cedric Santos learns this truth in the private booth of New York’s most exclusive club, serving champagne to the man who holds his family’s life in his hands. Gianni Falcone, New York’s newest kingpin, smiles like he knows every secret Cedric is hiding. Because he does.
Desperate to pay his father’s $500,000 mafia debt, Cedric agrees to work undercover for the police with Gianni as the target. Except Gianni is actually Gus Franco, the invisible boy from high school who witnessed Cedric’s greatest humiliation. Who has been obsessively in love with him for six years, who orchestrated everything; the debt, the desperation, and the carefully constructed trap, just to make Cedric his.
What starts as espionage turns into seduction. Every touch is a claim, every kiss is a threat, and Cedric finds himself falling for the monster who destroyed his life to remake it in his image.
Detective Marcus Chen offers a way out, but Gianni offers everything else, only if Cedric surrenders to him completely.
In a game where love and control are indistinguishable, the only way out is deeper in.
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Chapter: The SacrificeCedric lay in the medical bay, machines beeping in a rhythm that felt too loud for such a quiet room. Three days. Three days of being nothing but a body on a table, machines keeping his heart beating while the rest of the world spun on without him. The clones were alive. His blood had spread through the foundation like a quiet miracle, neutralizing the virus before it could take hold. But Cedric wasn't waking up.Gianni sat beside the bed, holding his hand like it was the only thing keeping him upright. He hadn't left, not once, not even to eat. His thumb moved in slow circles over Cedric's knuckles. Every few minutes his eyes flicked to the monitor and back, like checking wouldn't change anything but he had to do it anyway."Come on," he said, barely above a whisper. "You don't get to do this. Not now."In the corner, Lily knelt with her hands folded, lips moving through words she'd stopped really hearing hours ago. She wasn't asking for anything specific anymore. Just his name, agai
Last Updated: 2026-08-14
Chapter: The LabThe abandoned hospital loomed under a grey sky, its cracked windows like empty eyes staring out over the empty parking lot. Marcus had turned the place into a nightmare of glass and steel and sterile horrors, and tonight the whole building hummed with the low, lethal buzz of his virus. Cedric moved through the corridors first, gun up, boots silent on the linoleum that smelled of bleach and fear. Gianni stayed half a step behind, eyes sharp, while Anna coordinated from the van two streets away, her voice calm in their ears.They found Sasha’s daughter in the third floor, a small cage in a room that looked like a child’s nightmare, cold steel walls, monitors flashing vitals that were already slowing. She was maybe ten, dark hair matted, eyes huge and terrified, but alive. Cedric cut the locks with a bolt cutter, lifted her out, and pressed her gently into Anna’s waiting arms.“Get her out,” he said, voice steady even though his chest felt like it was caving in.Anna nodded once, took th
Last Updated: 2026-08-12
Chapter: The Return of SashaSasha limped through the foundation's gates at dusk. One arm curled against her ribs, the other clutched a small vial of glowing liquid, her hand smeared with blood that wasn't all hers. Her lip was split, her clothes torn and caked with road dust. She'd been running for months, staying one step ahead of what was left of Marcus's people, and now she stood on the cracked steps looking like someone who'd simply run out of places left to go.Cedric got to her first. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and walked her inside without saying anything. Gianni followed, jaw tight. Lily and the clones watched from the windows, not moving."What happened?" Cedric asked, easing her into a chair and reaching for the first aid kit.Sasha was still catching her breath. "He's building something new. Worse than before." Her eyes flicked toward the door, like she expected Marcus to be standing there. "A virus. It only targets clones."Something in Cedric went still. "He wants them all dead."She nod
Last Updated: 2026-07-31
Chapter: The RebuildingThe foundation rose again, stronger than before.Months had passed since the rubble. The world outside the hills felt far away now, almost like something they'd made up. Fresh mortar filled the cracks in the stone walls. Someone had planted flowers in the garden, and they'd actually taken, filling the air with that thin spring smell. Down the halls, kids' voices carried, the ordinary noise of children who weren't afraid anymore. The clones were healing too, just slower, and in pieces. Each one was figuring out his own shape instead of dragging around the weight of Cedric's blood.A few of them wanted to be doctors. One in particular spent his afternoons in the medical bay, stitching cuts, asking people quiet questions about where it hurt. He carried a beat-up notebook in his coat pocket, scribbling down which herbs did what, how to splint a finger properly. When one of the little ones skinned a knee on the gravel path, he was always the first one down on the ground next to them, telli
Last Updated: 2026-07-26
Chapter: The Aftermath of the ProtocolThe foundation was in ruins.Concrete cracked, glass shattered, the old stone walls stained with soot and the faint smell of gunpowder that would never quite leave. The clones were scattered across the courtyard, disoriented and confused, their blank eyes slowly filling with something like fear and the first real memories they had ever had. They moved in small groups, helping the youngest children out of the rubble, but none of them could look Cedric in the eye without seeing the man who had built them and the man who had almost destroyed them.Three of the youngest clones had not made it.A boy no older than seven, a girl of nine, and another small boy who had only just learned how to smile. They lay covered by tarps in the medical bay, and Cedric walked past them twice, each time his chest tightening until he could barely breathe. Lily sat beside their bodies, her face pale and empty, one hand resting on each small shoulder like she could hold them up by will alone. Mia was in the m
Last Updated: 2026-07-23
Chapter: Ouroboros HeadquartersThe skyscraper in Manhattan rose dark and empty against the night sky. Windows shattered like broken teeth. Wind howled through the corridors. Marcus had turned this place into a base years ago, and the whole building still hummed with his signal, a low pulse that made the air taste like blood and old lies. Cedric moved through the halls with his gun drawn, and every footstep echoed back at him like a warning he couldn't quite make out.The ghosts followed him.His father, young and alive, smiling down from the second floor, waving like they were about to grab coffee. Linda next to him, holding his hand, giving Cedric that same soft look she used to give him at bedtime. And then Cedric himself, a kid, maybe eight years old, standing in the lobby with a toy car clutched in one hand. Eyes wide. Nothing broken in him yet. Nothing stolen.His knees buckled. He caught himself against the wall, plaster cold and gritty under his palm. The boy in the lobby didn't flicker. Didn't glitch or fad
Last Updated: 2026-07-21
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