Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unleashed Desires: Unlimited MxM Taboo Fantasies : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Chapter 3: After-Hours Treatment Ethan’s phone buzzed at 8:47 PM. The hospital was long closed to the public. Dr. Cross: My office at 9:30. Special extended session, don’t make me wait. Ethan stared at the message, his cock already thickening in his sweats. He knew this was insane. Yesterday’s prostate milking had broken something in him. He’d jerked off twice thinking about those fingers, that voice, the way Damien looked at him like he owned his ass. "I’m not gay. I can’t be. But fuck it… I need him inside me again." He showed up anyway. The side entrance was unlocked exactly as instructed. The halls were dark and empty, only emergency lights humming. Ethan’s footsteps echoed as he made his way to the urology wing. When he pushed open the exam room door, Damien was already there waiting, white coat off, sleeves rolled up on his powerful forearms, the top buttons of his shirt undone. “Lock the door,” Damien said, his voice low and rough. The second the bolt clicked, Dam

Chapter 5: Breaking Professional Boundaries The text came Friday afternoon. Dr. Cross: Come to my apartment by 8 PM. Continued private treatment required. Address attached below. Tell no one. Ethan’s stomach flipped with nerves and raw excitement as he pulled up to the sleek high-rise. This wasn’t the hospital anymore. This was Damien’s world. The doorman let him up without questions. When the elevator opened on the 28th floor, Damien was waiting at the open door in a black button-down and slacks, looking dangerously handsome. “Inside,” Damien said, his voice low. He locked the door behind Ethan and pushed him against it immediately, kissing him like he’d been holding back for days. “You shouldn’t be here,” Damien growled between kisses, hands already yanking Ethan’s shirt off. “This crosses every line. But I can’t stop wanting you.” Ethan moaned into his mouth, gripping Damien’s ass and pulling their hips together. I’m so fucked. I came here knowing it’s dangerous… but his hand

Marcus Kane didn’t just run Cell Block C; he owned the men and the air they breath. At thirty-eight, the Warden was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, a man whose presence turned the most violent yard-dogs into shivering pets. He didn’t need to raise his voice. He had that killer stare that could make a full grown man pee on himself and a thick, heavy cock that served as the final judgment. In Blackthorn, the rules were very simple and strict. Anyone that followed the rules gets special treatment and rewards like real cigarettes, a shift in the library, or twenty minutes face-down while he fuck you hard to teach you a lesson and anyone that breaks the rule learned what real pain felt like The block was a loud, stinking pressure cooker where shame had died years ago. Privacy was a myth. Men bent over communal steel tables or dropped to their knees in the middle of the tier, desperate for a crumb of the Warden’s attention. The sound of skin slapping skin and low, guttural groans was th

Chapter 3: Shared Rewards The extra yard time felt like both a gift and a tease. Jax moved through the fenced outdoor space with his ass still tender and full of the Warden’s load, every step reminding him of that thick cock stretching his pleasure pot wide open. Cum had dried on his inner thigh beneath the jumpsuit, a sticky secret that made his cock twitch with every shift of fabric. Rico and Darius stayed close, their bodies brushing against his as they walked the perimeter. The yard was crowded, but eyes kept flicking their way. Everyone knew what had happened on the tier that morning. The open fucking had been loud enough for half the block to hear. “You took the Warden’s cock like a champ,” Rico said low, his hand casually brushing Jax’s ass as they passed a blind corner. “Most new fish cry the first time that fat dick ruins their sweet pot. You just moaned for more.” Darius chuckled, his voice deep and hungry. “Warden’s got his eye on you heavy. Means we all get rewarded if

Chapter 5: War and Worship The Warden’s office still smelled of sweat, cum, and raw sex when the emergency report hit. Marcus Kane stood up slowly, his powerful body still glistening, thick cock heavy between his thighs even after being thoroughly bred by his three favorite inmates. Cum leaked lazily from his well-fucked pleasure pot down one muscled thigh. “Lock the block down tighter,” he ordered the guard through the cracked door, his voice steady and commanding despite the fresh loads inside him. “No one moves. I’ll handle D-Block personally in the morning. Tonight, my boys and I stay right here.” The door clicked shut. Marcus turned back to Jax, Rico, and Darius, eyes burning with a mix of violence and hunger. “Rivals think they can threaten my block? They’re wrong. But first… I need my boys to remind me exactly who owns these cocks and holes.” Jax’s heart raced. The shift from brutal authority to this open vulnerability made his own spent cock twitch back to life. "He just t