All The Young Dudes Novels & Stories

On the contrary, he managed to be incredibly more attractive, more masculine, in a kind of wild, incredibly masculine, almost aggressive way. During the journey we stopped to pick up Matheus, Marina's companion, who sat down next to her in the seat, politely greeting Adrian, but without getting a response. The party had already started when we arrived and seemed more lively than I expected, with electronic music, led by a DJ, playing at a deafening volume. Practically all the students were there, as well as some teachers. Drinks were distributed free of charge, mainly soft drinks and a few cans of beer.

another exclaims, pointing at Daniel’s gleaming new ride. The cars pull up and park with precision. One by one, the boys step out, confident and cool. Each of them moves around to the passenger side, opening the doors and helping their submissives out like they’re royalty. “Fuck,” says the guy still leaning over me. His voice is low, almost reverent. “What the hell are they drinking over there?” The doms and their subs immediately zero in on the men in front of us. Their gazes are sharp, dangerous—like wolves spotting a threat near their territory.

The school courtyard buzzed with activity as Damien sat with his group of friends at their usual hangout spot near the basketball court. His closest friends included Jake, the charming prankster; Ryan, the athletic captain of the soccer team; Lucas, the tech genius with a quiet but intense aura; and Caleb, the smooth-talking ladies’ man. Together, they were known as the “Elite Five” — admired, envied, and practically untouchable. Jake playfully tossed a basketball between his hands. **“So, who’s ready for the game after class? We’re totally crushing them.”**

“That folks, have been the hot topic for the past six months.” “Do you know who she choose?” “Umm,” said the announcer, sweating. “I’m not sure either.” “Come on, you got to know who she liked among the Young’s brothers.” “Sorry, folks, I’m just the announcer, I don’t have any further details than this.” “The five Young’s are all so handsome and talented. I’m sure whoever she choose is a good fit for her.” “Yes, the Young’s brothers are quite charming.” The female fans were all going wild as they couldn’t wait to see the five princes. Even the men who came to support them were all shouting in frantic cheers.

Not something I get to drink often on my shoe string budget, I could get used to this. “I don’t think so.” Atlas says and Cody now has his arms folded in front of his chest. “Not happening.” Cody says with a glint in his eyes. Who do these guys think they are? “I’m a grown up, I’ll do what the hell I like.” “Fantastic,” says Nolan with utter mischief in his eyes. “We can hook up later if you fancy it.” I throw my head back and laugh. These guys, they have no shame none at all. I’m not surprised with the way they look. It’s like sitting in a male model casting studio with all their damn, hot looks. I mean it’s a girl’s paradise. I dare any girl to sit at this table and not have wet panties ri

I need to tell you what I've been doing in my father's pool house. Every Friday night for the past three months, while my dad hosts poker with his buddies and thinks I'm out at clubs with friends my own age, I'm exactly thirty feet away getting my pussy destroyed by those same buddies. Four men. All in their late forties or early fifties. All friends with my father since before I was born. All completely, utterly off-limits in every possible way.

I could feel their eyes on me, strong and unrelenting, almost like they were imagining me naked. No. That couldn’t be right. These were respectable men. *Being respectable doesn’t stop them from wanting to fuck you against that wall,* a wicked little voice whispered in my head. I shut it down immediately. Zane Whitfield and Royce Alderman. The two most powerful men on the continent. Fuck. I braced myself, expecting them to shout at me any second. My body trembled slightly as I waited for them to slam me against the wall and call me a clumsy idiot. I had nearly ruined their expensive suits.

"How are they so damn fast?!" The next second— SLAM! The bedroom door flew open. "Mummy!" "Mummy!" "Mummy!" Three small disasters rushed into the room at full speed. Theila immediately stepped aside like a wise woman preserving her life. The boys launched themselves toward the bed. Ready to jump, ready to tackle me, ready to commit the greatest mistake of their young lives. At the doorway, Lucien, Silas, and Claude appeared. The three Alphas looked genuinely horrified. "NO!" All three shouted at the same time as if that would somehow stop them.

This one, I knew before the window even came down. Ashton Sterling. The elder. The colder. The one with ink creeping up his throat like shadows trying to claim him. Both twins—both were the monsters everyone feared. But to my dad? They were his best buddies. They did his dirty work, the same way he did for them. Ashton grinned, teeth sharp and perfect. "Little rebel," he said, voice slick as honey and twice as dangerous. "You're making Daddy very unhappy. Time to come home, princess."

Before this Christmas holidays, I would have felt uncomfortable and out of place being in the midst of this number or n***d young people in an apartment in the middle of the night. The girls had big b*ms and pumped b**bs, and the boys were muscular with c**ks that looked rather heavy. The girls jiggled their br***ts in the faces of the boys playfully, and the boys stroked their lengths in response. Everyone had a glass of wine hooked between their fingers as they caught up happily with each other. I glanced at Sonia who was already removing her clothes impatiently, at the same time, beckoning on a girl with short bright blonde hair to get her two glasses.