All Chapters of INFINITE SHADES OF GAY: A Collection Of Raw MM Erotica : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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

WRECKED 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,

TAKING THE BILLIONAIRE’S COCK ON MY FLIGHT: A PILOT'S TALE 1I wouldn't have thought that there'd be a day I’d be getting my ass destroyed in the economy cabin of my own flight, but here I was — Sex freak Captain Elias Voss, thirty-two years old, bent over the last row of seats with my uniform pants around my ankles and Gora’s thick cock slamming into me like he owned the sky.Gora was fifty-four, a self-made billionaire who looked like he could still bench-press a small car. Salt-and-pepper hair, sharp jaw, powerful body wrapped in an expensive charcoal suit that was now open at the front. His cock, ten thick inches, veined and heavy, was buried balls-deep in my hole, stretching me wide with every brutal thrust. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the empty economy section. The plane was on autopilot, my co-pilot in the cockpit would be thinking I was “checking on a passenger issue.” But here I was, getting my hole ruined. And the most interesting part of the

TAKING A COCK THAT WASN'T MEANT FOR MY HOLE 1I stormed out of the house, my mom’s words still ringing in my ears. She wasn’t even marrying the so-called guy I was too angry to even see his picture because she loved him. She just didn’t want to be lonely anymore after the divorce from Dad. That shit hurt more than I expected. I needed to get out. I needed noise, alcohol, and something to make me forget.The club down the street was loud and pulsing when I walked in. I ordered a full bottle of vodka and a tip that got me straight into the VIP section. The area was private, dimly lit, with a big , large eather couch. I poured myself a glass and downed it fast, trying to burn the argument out of my head.That was when he walked in.The server looked about twenty-eight or thirty, a few years older than me. Tall, strikingly handsome, with sharp features, a strong jaw, and a body that filled out his black button-up perfectly. He had this calm, confident energy that made my stomach tighten.

TAKING A COCK THAT WASN'T MEANT FOR MY HOLE 3My heart slammed hard against my chest, nearly exploding seeing my mom's husband-to-be, running his eyes over me—one hand behind me, fingers buried deeply into my hole, the other hand wrapped tightly on my cock—with hunger.Fear and excitement crashed through me at the same time. This was madly insane. My mom and my boyfriend were literally downstairs, and here was the mother fucker who was about to become my stepdad, staring at my hard cock with dark, lust filled, hungry eyes.Without saying a single word, Theo dropped to his knees on the tiled floor, grabbed my hips, and swallowed my cock in one greedy motion.“Fuck—!” I choked out, eyes rolling back.He gave me the most insane blowjob of my life. Hot and wet. He sucked me like he was starving for my dick — deepthroating me until his nose pressed against my pelvis, throat squeezing around my shaft. He bobbed his head fast, tongue swirling wildly around the head every time he pulled up,