All Chapters of 100 DRIPPING DREAMS: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Cumload in the Washing Machine. Mallor.I came home earlier than usual that Thursday afternoon. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint tick of the clock in the hallway. I dropped my keys on the counter and headed straight for the laundry room because I needed a clean shirt for later. That was when I saw it. The washing machine sat with the lid half open and a full load still inside, damp and forgotten.I pulled the clothes out one by one, sorting them onto the top of the dryer. Socks. Jeans. A couple of my own shirts. Then I reached the bottom of the pile and stopped. A pair of Eli’s underwear sat there, the fabric stiff in places, the crotch dark with dried stains that were impossible to miss. I held them up under the overhead light and felt my jaw tighten.I walked out into the living room still holding them. Eli was on the couch with his phone, one leg crossed over the other, looking like he had nowhere better to be.“Eli.”He glanced up. “Yea

Cumload in the Washing Machine IIIChapter 3Mallor.I untied the rope slowly and let it drop to the floor. Eli stayed bent over the washing machine for a few more seconds like he had forgotten how to stand up straight. His wrists were marked from the rope. His ass was still red from the spoon and my hand. Thick strands of my cum continued to leak out of him and run down the inside of his thighs.“Stand up,” I said.He pushed himself upright with a quiet hiss. His shorts were still around his ankles. He reached down to pull them up but I stopped him with a hand on his arm.“Not yet. Stay like that while I clean.”I took the wooden spoon to the sink in the corner and washed it under hot water. Then I wiped the floor with a rag, making sure every visible drop was gone. Eli watched me the whole time, quiet for once. When I finished I tossed the rag in the empty basket and turned back to him.“You can pull them up now.”He did, wincing as the fabric brushed over the sore skin. I stepped i

Punishment for my failure IIGideon.I stood over him and studied the way the rope held his wrists to the chair arms. Finnian kept his eyes on the floor exactly as I had ordered. His chest rose and fell too quickly. Good. He understood the weight of the evening already.“Ankles next,” I said.I took the second length of rope from the desk drawer and knelt. He did not resist when I guided his feet apart and secured each ankle to the front legs of the chair. The position left him open and unable to close his thighs. I checked the knots once, then a second time.“Can you feel the difference?”“Yes, sir.”“Describe it.”“I cannot move my legs. I am held open for you.”“Correct.” I rose and retrieved the blindfold from the same drawer. Black cloth, soft enough not to cut, firm enough to steal every scrap of light. “Lift your chin.”He obeyed. I settled the fabric over his eyes and tied it behind his head.“Speak only when I ask. Nod if you understand.”He nodded.I circled him once more. M

Chapter 2Steam and ClaimThe bathroom door opened hard and Thorne stepped in. Steam poured around him. He locked the door behind him with a sharp click.“Get out,” I said. My voice bounced off the tiles.He did not answer. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then his pants. He was already hard.“I said get out.”“You left the table first,” he said. “You walked away like you won right? I'm here to prove to you that you didn't win shit.”I reached for the curtain. He yanked it aside and stepped under the water with me. The spray hit his chest and ran down. Heat filled the small space.“Thorne stop.”He grabbed the towel I had hung on the hook. In one motion he twisted it around my wrists and hauled my arms up. The fabric tightened against the shower head. My back arched. Water streamed over my face.“Stay there,” he said.I pulled. The knot held. “You cannot just—”His hand covered my mouth. “Quiet. You already talked enough at dinner.”Soap was already on th

Chapter 2My Older Brothers Fucks Boys.Torin.I sat on the edge of my bed with the lights off for a long time after I got back to my room. I kept replaying what I saw in the garage and every time the image came back my stomach twisted.A soft knock sounded on my door around eleven in the night. I froze.“Torin. You awake?”Orion’s voice.I stayed silent for a few seconds then swallowed and answered. “Yeah.”The door opened and he stepped inside. He closed it behind him without flipping the light switch. The glow from the hallway cut across the floor then disappeared. He walked over and sat on the desk chair facing the bed.“I’ve been thinking about this afternoon,” he said. “Someone was in the garage while I was with Caius.”My mouth went dry. “I was upstairs. Showering.”“You came downstairs after that. I heard the side door.”“I went to the kitchen for water.”He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “Torin. Look at me.”I forced myself to meet his eyes. They looked calm but