تسجيل الدخولWRECKED BY MY MASTER: THE TALE OF A SEX SLAVE 1I knelt naked in the center of the dimly lit playroom, wrists locked behind my back in thick leather cuffs, a heavy metal collar locked tight around my throat. My cock was already rock-hard and leaking, trapped in a tight steel cock cage that Master had snapped on the moment I walked through the door. I was twenty-two, smooth, toned from years of anxious gym sessions, and tonight I was nothing but a set of holes for him to use.Master, as I was trained to call him, was my owner. Funny enough, I don't even know his real name. He had paid a huge sum on the dark website to purchase me as his pet. So tonight, and perhaps, henceforth? I'd be ruined my him. Ruined till he was pleased. Ruined till my voice cracked from moaning and my eyes were dried of tears, from intense crying and pleasure.He stood in front of me — probably forty-five, and six-foot-four, built like a god who lifted heavy and fucked harder. His chest was thick with dark hair,
PROF. BEN, THE JANITOR AND I 3He groaned in satisfaction and fucked me even harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the office. I was completely helpless, wrists tightly bound behind my back with the scarf as Professor Ben fucked me relentlessly over his desk, pulling my hips back to meet every savage thrust. I was moaning shamelessly, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from my eyes.Professor Ben leaned over me, biting my shoulder as he drove deeper. “Good boy. You did well waiting. This hole belongs to me…now.”He kept pounding me without mercy, his heavy balls slapping against my ass cheeks, both of us moaning and cursing as he claimed me completely on his desk.My chest was pressed against the wood, ass up, legs spread wide while he gripped my hips and continued to drive his thick, curved cock into me with long, powerful strokes. Each time it felt like his grip was losing on my hips, he would alternate and pull my tied wrist instead. Every thrust made the d
PROF BEN, THE JANITOR AND I 2He asked me question after question, even when my hand wasn’t up. His eyes stayed on me longer than necessary, sharp and intense. I sat there red-faced the entire lecture, my hole still tender and aching from the cucumber.When the class finally ended and students started leaving, his voice cut through the noise:“Lucas. Stay behind. I need to see you in my office after classes.”My heart slammed against my ribs. I swallowed hard and nodded.“Yes, Professor.”I stood outside Professor Ben's office door, heart hammering so hard I felt dizzy. I knocked softly and heard his deep voice call out, “Come in.”He was already inside, leaning against the front of his desk in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. My eyes immediately landed on the items placed neatly on the desk beside him: a bottle of lube and a long, dark scarf. My mouth suddenly went dry.“Close the door, Lucas,” he said calmly.I stepped in and shut it behind me.“Lock it.”He mumbled c
PROF. BEN, THE JANITOR AND I 1I couldn’t take it anymore. Throughout the years I'd been in this college, I’d been jerking off furiously every night thinking about Professor Ben, his deep voice, the way his shirt stretched across his broad chest, those intense eyes that made me weak. I was done fantasizing. Done cumming into my hand while imagining him fucking me. So that evening, heart pounding in my throat, I walked to his office in the quiet humanities building, ready to beg for even just one night with him. At the moment, I wasn't going to give a dime for whatever the outcome of my approach would produce.Fuck it. Fuck the damn outcome. Do not blame me, I just thought that I would lose my mind—if not tonight when I'd be jerking off, as it has become my routine—then soonest, if I wasn't gonna take a damn bold step.The door was slightly open when I reached his office. I heard sounds before I even reached it, low, rough grunts and the sharp slap of skin on skin.I froze, then ge
MY CONSTRUCTION SITE SEX-LOVE STORY 4 I pulled his trousers and boxers down just enough, bent him slightly forward over the desk, and slid back inside him in one smooth thrust. A whimper laced with pleasure and pain escaped his mouth. But I fucked him standing up — slowly but deep, one arm wrapped around his chest, the other stroking his cock as I took him from behind. Elias moaned shamelessly, pushing back onto me, begging for more. “Please… don’t stop… I need more….” I gave him everything he begged for, thrusting harder, kissing his neck and shoulders until he came again with a broken sob. I followed soon after, filling him once more. When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathing hard, covered in sweat and cum. I kissed him softly and asked, “Would you like to spend the night at my place?” Elias looked at me with shy, sparkling eyes and nodded. “Yes… please.” The drive to my apartment was quiet at first. Then I glanced over at him and said, “I want your mouth while
MY CONSTRUCTION SITE SEX-LOVE STORY 3 I gently laid him down on the large couch in the corner of my office. I undressed him completely, kissing every new inch of skin I revealed. I worshipped his body, sucking on his nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, licking down his stomach, kissing his trembling thighs. When I finally reached his cock again, I gave it one slow, loving suck before moving lower. I spread his legs wide and buried my face between his cheeks. I ate him out slowly, lovingly — long, wet licks over his tight hole before pushing my tongue inside. Elias moaned beautifully, hands fisting my hair as I tongue-fucked him open. I added one finger, then two, scissoring him gently while I continued licking and sucking his rim. When he was loose, slick, and begging, I slicked my cock with plenty of lube and positioned myself between his legs. I entered him slowly, watching his face the entire time. The stretch made him whimper, but I kept kissing him, whispering prai
**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
The apartment across the street had floor-to-ceiling windows and no curtains. I noticed it the first week I moved in—late August, heat still clinging to the brick, air thick enough to chew. Every night at 11:17 p.m. the lights in the living room came on and he appeared.Tall. Lean. Dark hair that f
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







