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Punished

Riah
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 07.08.2026 14:05:25

He left me bent over the arm of the couch for a long time.

I felt every pulse in my used hole, every slow trickle of his cum sliding down the inside of my thighs and dripping onto the floor. My arms stayed locked behind my back. My cheek pressed against the cool leather. The cabin air moved across my skin and made me shiver, but I didn’t move. Marcus had told me to stay, and the weight of that order was heavier than any physical restraint.

I heard him move around the room—water running in the k
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    The last morning at the cabin arrived gray and quiet.I woke again to the thick presence of him still inside me. Marcus had fucked me twice more during the night—slow and deep the first time, then harder when he got impatient—and he had never fully pulled out afterward. His cock was only half-hard now, but it was still buried, plugging the heavy load he had left in me. Every small breath he took made more of it trickle out around the base and run down over my balls in warm, sticky lines.My body felt used in the best way. Hole sore and soft, thighs marked with bruises in the shape of his fingers, the deep ache of being stretched open for hours. I clenched around him experimentally. He stirred with a low sound and pushed deeper, grinding against that sensitive spot until my cock twitched against the sheets.“Last morning,” he murmured against the back of my neck. “I’m going to fill you one more time before we pack up. Then you’re going to sit in the car the whole drive home with it lea

  • Rough Hands(20 gay steamy Encounters)   Rising my stepdad

    The rest of the day passed in a haze of forced normalcy and constant, filthy awareness.Mom made sandwiches for lunch. I sat at the table with my thighs pressed together, feeling Marcus’s latest load slowly leak out of me in warm pulses that soaked further into the seat of my shorts. Every time I shifted, the wet fabric dragged over my sore, used hole and made my cock twitch against the soft cotton. Marcus sat across from me, calm and smiling, asking Mom about the book she was reading while under the table his bare foot pressed firmly against mine—a silent, continuous reminder of who I belonged to.After lunch she announced she was going to take the canoe out alone for a while. “You boys rest. You’ve both been quiet all morning—must still be tired from the drive.”The second the canoe pushed off from the dock and she was a distant shape on the water, Marcus’s hand closed around the back of my neck.“Bedroom. Now.”He didn’t wait for me to walk. He steered me down the hall with that fi

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    I woke to the thick, heavy presence of him still inside me.Morning light filtered through the thin curtains in pale gold stripes across the ruined sheets. My body ached in the best way—hole sore and stretched, thighs sticky, the deep bruise of his fingerprints on my hips. Marcus was spooned behind me, one arm locked around my chest, the other hand resting possessively over my soft cock. His own cock was only half-hard now, but it was still buried to the root, plugging the massive load he had left in me during the night. Every small shift of his breathing made more of it trickle out around the thick base and run down over my balls in warm, slow drips.I clenched experimentally. He stirred with a low, sleepy sound and pushed deeper, grinding against me until I felt the head of him nudge that sensitive spot inside. My cock twitched against his palm.“Morning,” he murmured against the back of my neck, voice rough with sleep. “Still full of me.”“Yes, sir.”He gave a slow, lazy thrust—jus

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    The door clicked shut behind him and the dark of the room settled around us like a held breath. Moonlight came through the thin curtains in a pale stripe across the bed. Marcus stood at the foot of it, completely naked, cock already heavy and hard, the head glistening. He didn’t speak at first. He just looked at me—spread on my stomach, legs open, the mess of his earlier loads still slowly leaking out of me and shining on my inner thighs.I felt his eyes like a physical touch. My hole clenched around nothing and another thick trickle slid down toward the sheets.“Present,” he said, voice low and rough.I pushed up onto my knees, chest still down, back arched, ass up. The position made everything more obvious—the stretched, shiny rim of my hole, the way it fluttered, the wet trail that kept dripping from me. Marcus stepped closer. The mattress dipped under his weight. His big hands settled on my ass cheeks and spread them wider.“Look at this,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Wrecked

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    Dinner tasted like nothing. I chewed because Mom was watching. The steak was perfectly cooked, the kind of meal she always made when she wanted everything to feel normal and happy, but every bite sat heavy on my tongue. Across the table Marcus cut his meat with steady hands, smiled at her stories about the lake, and every so often let his bare foot press against mine under the table—slow, deliberate pressure that made my cock twitch against the sticky fabric of my shorts.I was still leaking.Every time I shifted on the wooden chair I felt another slow trickle of his come slide out of me and soak further into the seat of my shorts. The mess from the laundry-room fuck had never really stopped. It just kept seeping out in warm, thick pulses whenever I moved, whenever I clenched, whenever his eyes met mine across the table and held a second too long. The smell of sex clung to my skin under the thin layer of soap I had hastily washed over my hands and face. I was sure Mom would notice. Sh

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    The cabin sat among the trees like it had been waiting for us. Mom was out of the car before the engine fully died, already talking about which bags went where and how the lake looked so calm in the late light. Marcus popped the trunk. I climbed out carefully. My hole was still slick and sore, and every step sent a fresh trickle of his come sliding down my inner thigh.We carried bags inside. The place smelled like cedar and dust. Mom directed traffic—groceries to the kitchen, suitcases to the bedrooms. There were three rooms. She claimed the master without asking. That left Marcus and me with the two smaller rooms down the short hall. Separate beds. Separate doors. None of it would matter.Marcus caught my eye over a duffel bag and tilted his head toward the back of the cabin. I followed. The moment we were out of Mom’s line of sight he grabbed the front of my shirt, hauled me into the narrow laundry room off the kitchen, and kicked the door shut with his foot.No lock. Just a thin d

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    The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax h

  • Rough Hands(20 gay steamy Encounters)   Ruined By the Quarter back’s Junior (IV)

    The heavy slam of the locker room door still reverberated in the silence long after Jax had left, but Alex remained slumped on the wooden bench, chest heaving, body trembling from the aftershocks. Cum continued to leak slowly from his abused hole, warm and sticky, pooling beneath him on the worn su

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    The metallic clang of the locker doors still echoed in Alex’s ears as Jax marched him toward the long wooden bench in the center of the changing area. Cum from the brutal first round already leaked down the freshman’s inner thighs in warm, sticky trails, marking him with undeniable evidence of what

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    Jax’s grip on Alex’s wrist tightened like a vice, fingers digging into the soft skin with enough pressure to promise bruises by morning. The freshman’s pulse thundered wildly beneath that hold, a frantic rhythm that matched the chaotic swirl of fear, shame, and forbidden arousal twisting deep in hi

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