Castration Erotica Novels & Stories

I watched Frederick take his cock in his hand, working his way up and down his shaft. He threw his head back, groaning softly while I watched his cock harden in his hand. Every stroke, every groan and every whimper made heat rise in-between my thighs, and caused my nipples to stiffen. I didn't know that I was drooling until he stopped stroking himself and grabbed my hair so harshly that I winced. "Come on, I want to see if you can take the whole thing in that tiny mouth of yours."

My hands are holding a completely transparent, ultra-tight black lace bodysuit, slit open down the center to expose a male's chest and lower v-line, complete with a sickeningly soft, white furry bunny tail stitched directly onto the exposed asset lining. "That greedy old scumbag Cedron!" I hiss under my breath, my beast pacing inside my chest with homicidal rage. He didn't just send his biological son to negotiate a trade contract; he explicitly stripped my male body down to be used as a hyper-sexualized, erotic plaything for David Duskbane’s raw carnal desires.

“Yes, like that.” “And I,” Rhett had stripped off naked and Aislen felt the heat of his skin against her back. He slid her underwear to the ground and released her bra, before angling his c-ck between her legs, thrusting into the v of her thighs, rubbing through her folds without penetrating. “I like come. The texture of it, the sensation of it drying on my skin. The look of my come on my lover. I like to do obscene things with it,” his voice dropped, hoarsening, and becoming breathless as he aroused himself both with her body and with his own words. “The more obscene the better.”

It's nothing but black shadows behind the lights, so I ignore it and go back to listening to Jermelle. "The feel today is classic pinup, so the pictures will be softened a bit after they're taken. I just want to add a little punch to the innocent poses by throwing in some BDSM. Do you think you'd be okay with that?" The sound of something crashing against a wall has us both turning our heads. But when it's followed by silence, I turn back to Jermelle to see what he does. He just takes a deep breath like he's annoyed but just shakes his head, turning back to me. "Okay. So let's get you on the bed."

The double fisting pushed me into ecstasy; I thrashed and wailed, squirting powerfully across his arms and chest in repeated, soaking fountains. Alex and Elena watched from the couch as Marcus suspended me in the swing. Helpless and swaying, I dangled while he flogged my oiled body thoroughly, tits, ass, spread pussy and gaping asshole glowing red. Hot wax poured in thick streams over my clamped nipples, stomach, thighs, and leaking holes. Electro-stim pads on every erogenous zone delivered strong, pulsing shocks synced to his movements. He fucked me swinging with unrestrained dominance: deep, cervix-battering pussy thrusts that made my heavy tits bounce wildly; brutal anal reaming that left

He positioned her on her knees on the bed, bent her back until her face was buried in the sheets. He parted her thighs widely from behind and positioned himself in-between them. He binded her two hands together behind her, his huge cucumber danced and roared madly against her entrance. Her swollen sore plump pussy stick out more in that position. It looks more enticing and helpless with sweat and juices trickling down; a welcoming invitation for his big cucumber to push inside it. The sight sent the beast going wilder. Cassian was older but rougher and ruthless. "Go easy on me, Daddy"

She tiptoed down the hall to his bedroom door, which was cracked open. Peeking in, her breath caught. Ethan was on his bed, pants shoved down to his thighs, his massive cock in hand. He stroked it roughly, base to tip, pre-cum glistening on the swollen head. His eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back, muscles taut. “Lila… fuck, yes, take it,” he muttered, voice hoarse with need. He was jerking off to her—calling her name, hips bucking into his fist.

If any of the following apply to you, do not proceed: – You have experienced sexual trauma or abuse and certain kinks may retraumatize you. – You are triggered by depictions of non-consent, violence, incest, or power-based abuse. – You are under the legal age of consent in your country. – You object to profanity, crude language, or extremely vulgar sexual descriptions. – You prefer “fade-to-black” or romantic, loving sex scenes. This collection is written for adults who actively seek out extreme, boundary-pushing erotica. It celebrates the full spectrum of human sexual fantasy without apology or censorship. If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: r

The wet, slapping sound of our skin meeting filled the quiet room, drowned out only by my frantic moans. I came quickly, the pleasure too intense to hold back, but Cassian wasn't done. He made us go two more rounds, shifting my body into different positions until I felt like a well-used toy. By the time he finally pulled out and collapsed beside me, I felt like my bones had turned to jelly. “Perhaps you should consider getting casterated,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “Perhaps not,” he chuckled like anything was funny about being folded like laundry first thing in the morning.

Their breaths hastened over each others faces, eyes fixed, hips rolling. “Fuck it” I said. Pulling out my oversized cock. Precum was all over it, like some wet pussy. Good. I needed it. I touched the cap of my cock, precum drooling over my palm like from the plunger of a lotion bottle. “yaaaaa” I moaned softly, as I took the first stroke, eyes still fixed on them as they rubbed their cocks together. I slid my hands under my small top, exposing my nipple. I pinched them hard. One after the other. An electric sensation rising through my cock.