All Chapters of Raw Surrender: 35 Filthy M/M Tales: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Story 3: Rivals on the Field

“Stay the fuck away from me, Marcus.”I slammed my locker shut, still dripping sweat from the match, heart pounding from the final whistle. The locker room was empty, everyone else had already cleared out to celebrate or lick their wounds. But not him. The rival captain stood right there, blocking the aisle, his jersey still clinging to his broad chest, dark eyes locked on me like I owed him something.Marcus smirked, stepping closer. “You got lucky out there, Kai. That last goal? Pure bullshit. You play dirty.”“Dirty?” I laughed in his face, chest bumping his as I tried to push past. “Coming from the guy who elbowed me twice in the first half? Get out of my way.”He shoved me hard. My back hit the cold metal lockers with a loud clang. Before I could shove back, his forearm pressed across my chest, pinning me there. His face was inches from mine, breath hot and angry.“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” he growled. “Parading around like the star striker. But I saw how you looked

part 2

“Next game, I’m fucking you in the hotel too.”Marcus’s words sent a fresh wave of heat through me even as his cum dripped down my thighs. I stood there bent over the bench, legs shaking, trying to catch my breath. My ass throbbed, sore and full of him. I hated how much I liked it.“Get the fuck off me,” I muttered, pushing myself up. But he just grabbed my arm and yanked me toward the showers.“We’re not done cleaning up, pretty boy. You’re a mess.” His grip was iron tight as he dragged me across the locker room. The tiles felt cold under my bare feet. Water from the match still clung to our skin, mixing with sweat and cum.“Marcus, someone could walk in any second,” I hissed, glancing back at the door. “My teammates. Yours. We’re rivals, remember? This is fucking stupid.”He shoved me into one of the open shower stalls and twisted the knob. Hot water sprayed down over us instantly. “That’s what makes it fun. Now shut up and turn around.”I pressed my hands against the slick tiles, h

part 3

“Yo, anyone still in here? We’re grabbing drinks!”The voices echoed through the locker room, way too close. Marcus’s hand clamped tighter over my mouth, his cock still buried deep inside me under the running shower. I froze, heart about to explode out of my chest.He pulled out slowly, cum leaking down my legs as we grabbed towels and clothes in a frantic rush. “This way,” he whispered, yanking me toward the back exit. We slipped out the side door just as footsteps entered the main area, laughter booming behind us.We didn’t speak until we reached the team hotel down the block. My legs felt like jelly the whole way, his cum still slick between my thighs with every step. Marcus used his keycard on a room at the end of the hall and shoved me inside.The door barely clicked shut before he was on me again.“Finally,” he growled, pushing me back onto the king bed. “Been thinking about this the whole fucking walk over.”I hit the mattress, towel falling open. “This is still hate sex, Marcu

part 4

“You’re mine now…no more rivals.”Marcus’s words still echoed in my head two weeks later as I laced up my cleats in the home stadium locker room. The crowd outside was already roaring for the next match. I tried to shake him off, focus on the game, but my ass still ached faintly from the last hotel night he’d kept me up half the night.“Kai, looking good as always,” a smooth voice said behind me. Tyler, one of our new midfielders, leaned against the locker next to mine, shirtless and grinning. “That goal you scored in practice yesterday? Insane. If you ever want to grab a drink after the match and… talk strategy, I’m down.”I glanced up. Tyler was cute, lean muscle, easy smile. Harmless flirting. “Maybe. Depends how we play today.”Before I could say more, a heavy hand grabbed my arm and yanked me backward. Marcus. His face was dark, jaw clenched tight.“Storage closet. Now,” he growled low enough for only me to hear.“What the hell, Marcus…” I started, but he was already dragging me

part 5

“We win today, but hear me now. You’re not transferring clubs. You’re mine now…no more rivals. Try to leave and I’ll make sure you stay right here, full of my cum every fucking day.”Marcus’s warning still burned in my ears as the team celebrated back at the championship hotel. Music thumped through the ballroom downstairs, guys shouting and laughing, but he had me by the wrist the second we slipped away from the crowd.“Marcus, the whole team’s down there,” I protested as he pulled me into his suite and kicked the door shut. “They’ll notice we’re both gone.”“Let them party.” He shoved me toward the big bed, eyes wild with victory and something darker. “Tonight I’m celebrating my way. Strip.”I hesitated only a second before peeling off my shirt and shorts. My cock was already half-hard just from the look on his face. He grabbed silk ties from his bag, probably planned this, and pushed me down on the bed.“Hands above your head.”“Bossy as always,” I muttered, but I let him tie my wr

Story 4: Mafia Don’s Captive

Cold metal bit into my wrists as I jerked awake, chains rattling against the heavy wooden headboard. My head throbbed like someone had slammed it against concrete. I tugged hard, but the cuffs didn’t budge. Silk sheets under my bare back. A massive bedroom that looked like it belonged in some billionaire’s wet dream, dark wood, gold accents, floor-to-ceiling windows covered by heavy curtains.“What the fuck…” I rasped, yanking again. My clothes were gone except for my boxers. Panic hit me fast.The door opened with a soft click.Vincenzo Rossi stepped in like he owned the air itself. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show powerful forearms covered in tattoos. His dark eyes locked on me immediately, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.“Morning, Leo. Sleep well?”“You son of a bitch,” I snarled, pulling at the chains again. “Let me go right now. My father will burn your entire empire to the ground for this.”Vincenzo chuckled l

part 2

“By morning you’ll beg me to breed that tight ass.”Vincenzo’s words echoed in my head long after he left the room, leaving me chained to the bed with his cum still coating my throat. Hours dragged by. My jaw ached. My wrists burned from the cuffs. The silk sheets stuck to my sweaty skin, and my cock stayed traitorously half-hard no matter how much I cursed him in my mind.The door finally opened again. Vincenzo walked in carrying a glass of water, still in that open black shirt, looking like he’d just handled business while I rotted here.“Still glaring, Leo?” he said, setting the glass on the nightstand. “Thirsty?”“Fuck you,” I rasped, voice hoarse from the throat fucking. “Let me go. My father will destroy you for this.”He sat on the edge of the bed, his big hand landing on my thigh. “Your father is the reason you’re still here. But we’ll get to that.” His fingers traced up slowly, brushing over my cock, which twitched hard at the contact. “Look at this. Still hard for me after a

part 3

“Your father tried to trade someone else for you yesterday. Offered one of his loyal men instead. I refused. I want you, Leo. Only you.”Vincenzo’s words kept replaying in my head as I lay there covered in his cum, body still buzzing. I barely slept. When morning light finally crept in, he unchained me and ordered me into the massive attached bathroom.“Shower. Now. You stink of sex and fear.”I stepped under the hot spray, trying to wash him off my skin, but the door opened seconds later. Vincenzo stepped in behind me, completely naked, water running down his tattooed chest and abs. His cock was already half-hard again.“Thought you could shower alone?” he said, pressing up against my back. His big hands grabbed the soap and started lathering my chest. “No. Everything you do here, I watch. I touch.”His soapy hands slid lower, stroking my cock slowly, teasing. I tried to stay stiff, to fight it. “I don’t need your help washing. Get out.”But my cock hardened fully in his fist anyway.

part 4

Vincenzo didn’t come back to the shower after he walked out. I stood there under the cooling water for a long time, cum still leaking down my legs, wondering what the hell that look on his face meant. Hours later, after the sun went down, two of his men came and moved me.They didn’t chain me this time. Just marched me down the hall to the master bedroom, his room. Bigger bed. Darker sheets. His scent everywhere. They locked the door behind me and left.I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights.“On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.”I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull.He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed

part 5

Gunshots cracked through the mansion like thunder. Vincenzo’s arms tightened around me for one second, then he was up, grabbing a gun from the nightstand drawer. “Stay here,” he growled, already heading for the door.I sat up in the messy bed, heart hammering, cum still leaking out of me. Shouts and more shots echoed from downstairs. I should’ve been hoping for rescue. My father coming to save me. But all I felt was fear for Vincenzo. For us.Minutes dragged like hours. Then the door burst open.Vincenzo stumbled in, shirt torn and bloody, a gash on his arm dripping red. His eyes were wild, chest heaving. He kicked the door shut and locked it.“Vincenzo!” I scrambled off the bed, naked, and rushed to him. “You’re hurt…”He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was desperate, bloody, adrenaline pouring off him. “They tried to take you back,” he snarled against my lips. “Your father’s men. But you’re not going anywhere.”I didn’t pu

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