Boyxboy Smutty Books Novels & Stories

“It makes me wonder…if we’re the same down there.” The boy stiffened as a warm, rough hand closed over the length of his erection, his throbbing cock pulsing in the palm of the one boy he hated to the core. The front of his pants weighed heavy, precum leaking out from his tip and rubbing against the fabric of his uniform.

"Get moving. Show me your underwear when you return so I know you've obeyed." She scampered to get her clothes. I put on my slave jewelry and Lisa put on her leathers. "You're very mean," Lisa said, "not letting her cum again." "Dominants are frequently mean. She might as well get used to it." I found one of my favorite sex slave books. One I tended to read certain passages of with some regularity before my own slavery started. Now, I only had to remember my own experiences, and I couldn't masturbate anymore, so there was no point.

Kai watched Damon's long fingers hover over the textbook. The professor's hands were large, with a light dusting of dark hair across the back. Kai couldn't stop staring. Those fingers looked powerful enough to pin someone down, yet they moved with surprising gentleness over the pages. Damon leaned closer, explaining the literary analysis in that deep, calm voice. "The metaphor here represents repressed desire. Notice how the author uses the imagery of chains to show internal conflict." Kai nodded, but he wasn't listening. His mind kept drifting to Damon's lips from the day before, how close their faces had been. He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on the page instead of the heat buildi

“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?” Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.” Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.” I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever gotten off to alone in the dark.

“I’d rip those panties off and bury my face between your thighs first. Lick that sweet little pussy until you’re grinding on my tongue. Then I’d flip you over, spread those legs wide, and slam into you deep. You know how tight you get when you’re this desperate.” I moaned loudly, pushing two fingers inside myself. The wet, obscene sound of my arousal filled the quiet room as I pumped them slowly at first, curling them to hit that perfect spot. My hips rocked up to meet my hand, chasing the friction I craved. “Yes… just like that. Your cock is so much bigger than my fingers. I’m fucking myself right now, but it’s not enough. God, Daniel, I’m dripping for you.”

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

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Her hand went between her legs and she rubbed her clit while the warm stream hit her. “Your turn,” he said, voice low. Joan hesitated but only a second, then aimed and pissed on his cock while it stayed hard. The nasty thrill made her feel dirty in the best worst way. Tyler stroked himself through it, then kissed her hard, tongues messy. Back in the bedroom, round two started even filthier. Tyler made her get on all fours again. He spread her ass cheeks and licked her tight hole, spitting on it, working his tongue inside. Joan moaned like a slut, pushing back against his face.

He kept licking, kept finger-fucking me through every pulse until I was shaking, whimpering. He crawled up my body, kissing wet trails over my stomach, and my tits. "Taste yourself," he murmured, crashing his mouth to mine. I moaned at the tangy flavor of my own arousal on his tongue. "My turn to feel you," I whispered. I shoved at his jeans. He helped shoved them down with his boxers. His thick cock sprang out, veined, rock-hard, the fat head slick with pre-cum. I wrapped my fingers around him. Pumped slow, then fast. Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit.