MasukI WOKE UP AS A CHARACTER IN MY EROTICA STORY 1I woke up to the scent of expensive leather and the low, powerful hum of a Rolls-Royce engine.My eyes snapped open. This wasn’t my small, messy apartment in Seoul. There was no pile of half-finished webtoon pages on my desk, no empty ramen cups, no glowing monitor with Chapter 87 of “The Billionaire’s Insatiable Desires” still open. Instead, I was sitting in the driver’s seat of a luxurious car, wearing a perfectly tailored black uniform, white gloves on my hands, and a sleek earpiece in my right ear.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them.“What… the fuck?”I stared at my reflection in the rear-view mirror. It was my face, same sharp jaw, same dark eyes, same messy black hair I never bothered to style properly, but everything else was wrong. My body felt… different. Leaner. More toned. And the watch on my wrist cost more than everything I owned combined.I was Park Williams. Thirty-one years old. Modera
AS A FUCK BOY, I LET 12 STRANGERS RUIN ME 2Man number eight was a beast — bald with hairy chest a cock like a beer can. He lifted me clean off the floor, held me in the air, and bounced me on his dick while the crowd went wild. My legs shook around his waist as he used me like the fuck boy I was, gravity driving him impossibly deep. I came hands-free for the first time, shooting across my own stomach while the audience applauded.He set me down and the ninth stepped in. This one wanted me on my back. They rolled a padded fuck bench onto the stage. I lay on it, legs in the stirrups, hole completely exposed to the entire room. He fucked me missionary, staring straight into my eyes while he destroyed my prostate. I was babbling, tears of pleasure running down my face.“Fill me… breed me… please…”He did. Hot, thick spurts flooded my guts. When he pulled out, cum poured out of me in a rush, dripping onto the stage floor. The audience cheered louder.Ten and eleven were twins — same heigh
AS A FUCK BOY, I LET 12 STRANGERS RUIN ME 1I stood backstage in nothing but a thin black jockstrap, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My name is Harit. Twenty-one years old, slim but toned from years of dancing, smooth olive skin, a tight bubble ass that had gotten me into more trouble than I could count, and tonight I was the main attraction — the fuck boy. Twelve men had paid good money to ruin me on stage while an audience of forty or fifty watched every second. Some would jerk off openly. Others already had eager mouths wrapped around their cocks. And I was going to take every single one of them, one after the other, until my hole was a wrecked, gaping, cum-leaking mess.The stage lights dimmed. A low, dirty bass beat started thumping through the underground club. The MC’s voice crackled over the speakers.“Ladies and gentlemen… tonight’s main event. Our beautiful little fuck boy, Harit, is ready to be destroyed. Twelve hung studs. One after the other. No me
I AND MY CELLMATE DOUBLES WARDEN WHO BEAT ME UP 2I stepped forward, still shirtless, bruises purple across my ribs. “You beat the shit out of me on my last night. Now we’re going to beat the shit out of that virgin hole of yours.”Kane’s eyes flicked down to my cock, already rock-hard at seven thick inches, then to Max's even bigger one. Real fear flashed across his face for the first time.We didn’t give him time to beg or threaten.Max shoved him face-first against the tile wall, yanking his arms behind his back while I ripped his belt off and used it to tie his wrists. Kane struggled, cursing us, but we were two against one and we’d waited too long for this.I dropped to my knees first, spreading his ass cheeks wide. His hole was tight, pink, untouched. I spat on it once, then buried my tongue inside him. Kane jerked like he’d been electrocuted.“What the fuck!— stop— you fucking fags!—”I ate him like I was starving. Long, sloppy licks, tongue fucking deep, sucking on his rim whi
I AND MY CELLMATE DOUBLES WARDEN WHO BEAT ME UP 1Let me tell you the story I never told anyone. About how my last night in the shithole prison ended with me balls-deep in the guard who’d just beaten the piss out of me.My name’s Ryder. Twenty-seven, three months down for a stupid possession charge I didn’t even commit, and tomorrow I was supposed to walk out a free man. Instead, Officer Kane decided to make my final evening memorable. He’d dragged me into the empty shower block after lights-out, shoved me against the tile, and laid into me with his baton and fists because he “didn’t like my attitude” about getting released. Bruises bloomed across my ribs and back. My lip was split. Blood mixed with the cold water still dripping from the showerhead.I lay on the floor gasping when he finally stepped back, breathing hard, sweat glistening on his buzz-cut head and thick neck. Kane was thirty-eight if I was right. Built like a tank — 6’4”, two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle, hairy
EX'S DAD FUCKS ME TO MAKE ME GET OVER HIS DAUGHTER 4My eyes met hers. Shame crashed over me like ice water. I was still folded in half, legs cuffed back, my hole stretched obscenely around her own father’s thick cock while he was balls-deep inside me. I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.“DAD?! CASSIAN?! Oh my god, what the hell is this?!” she shrieked, voice cracking with disgust and rage.Harlan didn’t even flinch. He kept slowly grinding his cock deep inside me, looking at her calmly over his shoulder.“I’m helping a good man you abandoned feel good again,” he said, voice steady and deep. “You threw him away like he was nothing. Someone has to take care of him properly.”She looked like she was about to explode. “Are you fucking serious right now?! That’s my ex-boyfriend! Your daughter’s ex! And you’re… you’re fucking him?!”Harlan’s hips never stopped moving. He thrust deep into me again, making me moan involuntarily. My face burned with humiliation, but my cock was still rock
**Rowan's pov**The lecture hall cleared in a slow shuffle of zippers and footsteps. I stayed in my seat, paper crushed in my fist until the edges tore. Red ink slashed across the top: 58. Fail. My knuckles blanched white around the crumpled sheet. Every citation was correct, every argument tight.
The rest of the week dragged like wet concrete. Every lecture, every glance across the room, felt charged. Vale never acknowledged what happened in his office. He marked papers, explained theory, dismissed class with the same clipped precision. But his eyes found mine more often now—lingering just
Elliot’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me down harder. Wet slaps echoed louder; sweat slicked our skin, making every thrust glide smoother, deeper. My cock slapped against my stomach with each bounce, pre-cum flinging in arcs. Pleasure built wild; I ground down messy, circling my hips to feel him
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built like a storm inside me. The bed creaked under us, the mattress dipping with each snap of his hips. His cock filled me completely—hot, thick, dragging over every sensitive spot. My own dick r







