Castration Erotica Novels & Stories

The chrome cage shines in the dim light and Ted lets out a soft, muted laugh. “Someone’s clearly been a bad boy. Let’s show him how his wife is supposed to be fucked, Teddie. Show him how that thick cock can make her cream.” Your body trembles, your lust and want building as you watch his cock stretching her open with each deep stroke. You can hear your wife’s muffled moans, her tongue working across Cathy’s clit and picking up pace as her body starts to shake. Cathy reaches down and squeezes your wife’s hard nipples between her fingers.

Taking control, Chesed brought my hand to cover hers, guiding her hand between her legs. “Touch yourself, kitten.” Chesed growled low, licking her mark. “Oh fuck…” Crista moaned as her fingers started to move at the command. “Just imagine all the fun we could have in my darkroom. Strapping you to any number of furniture pieces while I tease orgasm after orgasm from your body before fucking you till you can’t stand.” Chesed whispered dark promises as we started toying with her breasts while she touched herself.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

Andrew then subtly steered the conversation toward sexuality in art, as he trailed a finger between my ass cheeks through my pants. The conversation was interesting but I found it difficult to concentrate because of his constant teasing. At one point he was lamenting the numerous desecrations of masterpieces by the Catholic Church by covering up or breaking off any penises in paintings or statues. As he described seeing the castrated statues in Rome, he was slowly teasing my asshole through my pants with his finger.

"Yes, Charlie, I gave her a little testosterone. Just enough for her to get it up. Imagine you in her place. She's afraid she won't get it hard for long enough to perform so you must help and encourage her. And if you prefer it in the ass rather than using your mouth just ask her. I'm sure she would like it. Charlie felt sorry for Erika when he saw that she had been castrated. "I'm the one who asked to be feminized as much as possible. You don't risk losing your balls as long as you are a good boy!" Erica giggled as she put her hand on Charlie's head, pushing her hardening sex into his mouth. Charlie just had time to see Erika's carefully coloured nails as his mouth was filled and he had som

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

Instantly, shamefully wet. He doesn’t speak. He just looks down at me, a faint, cruel smile touching his lips. Then his hands go to his belt. The click of the buckle is deafening. He unzips his trousers, pushes them and his boxers down in one rough motion. His cock springs free, already thick and half-hard, curving up towards his abdomen. It’s beautiful in a brutal way, veined and heavy. The reality of what’s happening crashes into me. This is wrong. This is so professionally, ethically wrong. And my body is screaming for it. “You said anything,” he reminds me, his hand wrapping around his shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. It hardens fully under his touch, becoming a formidable, fl

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

Another cock filled her mouth right after. They put her on her back again. Two men sucked on her nipples while a third fucked her pussy. Fingers rubbed her clit fast. Calista came once more. Her whole body trembled. Ronan took the final turn in her pussy. He fucked her slow and deep. His eyes locked on hers. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes,” Calista gasped. “Don’t stop.” He came deep inside her. Hot cum flooded her pussy. The last loads mixed with all the others. Calista lay there breathing hard. Cum leaked from her pussy and ass. It covered her face and chest. She smiled up at the men.