Castration Erotica Novels & Stories

Creighton dropped the bags by the door and picked up the package again. “Shall we?” he asked with an excited grin. Sandra had no choice but to smile in return, as she nodded. They sat down on the sofa and she watched as he ripped the paper off like a child at Christmas. She felt the sting of her blush when he pulled the top of the gift box open. Inside was a set of handcuffs encased in black fur, a riding crop almost identical to the one they already had, a black silk bustier and thong panty set, and a book entitled Kama Sutra A Sexual Experience For Lovers by Dr. Miriam Bachmeier. Creighton laughed as he flipped through the pages.

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.

Grey's tail lashed with anticipation. Etta raised trembling hands to take control of the beast's throbbing, vein-rippled penis. The true proportions of the colossal prick were revealed. The fingers of both her hands failed to fully wrap around the fleshy girth. The bulging cock knob was easily as large as a grapefruit, and it was as if a pair of melons was concealed within his giant, dangling nut sack. A steamy heat seemed to radiate from the stallion's cock and balls, conveying an alarming aura of barely restrained power and stamina, eager to be unleashed. A lustful tremor shuddered through Etta's soupy-wet loins.

The sound of flesh pounding and harsh moans filled the room as Toussaint didn’t hold back with his thrusts. Toussaint pulled out and dragged Jace towards the edge of the bed and raised his legs up in the air then hung them on his shoulders. He positioned himself once more and held his thighs in place by his hand, the second hand rested on Jace’s neck. The familiar thickness of Toussaint’s fat cock filled Jace’s boy pussy once more and he lost all sense of shame. Toussaint didn’t hold back either; going full beast mode as he filled Jace up, slamming in hard and fast with a constant momentum.

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

The faint pink prolapse that had been teasing at his rim all morning now fluttered visibly with every tiny shift, the swollen rectal flesh kissing the base of Cassian’s cock like a greedy, puffy mouth that refused to stay hidden. Cassian felt the shift in Nagur immediately—the way the heir’s hole suddenly went softer, hotter, more pliant around him, the inner walls rippling in lazy, submissive waves instead of fighting the intrusion. A dark, satisfied grin spread across Cassian’s face. “There you go, pet. Slipping so nicely for us. Perfect little cockwarmer dropping into subspace just like that.” He tightened his grip on Nagur’s bruised hips, fingers digging into the marked flesh hard enough

The display on the table excites me: water-based and silicone lube bottles, butt plugs, prostate massager, cock rings, cock cage, nipple suckers, harness strap-ons, hog-tie restraints, dildos. My stomach knots with a tidal wave of excitement. I can feel the pleasure spreading through me. “You fucking slut, you want me to play with your ass huh?” I murmur. “Yes, mistress.” I pick the prostrate massager and a lube bottle. “Get on your knees, let me see that ass!” Without question, he rolls down the thong. His dick springs free. Rock-hard, thick, throbbing. He falls on his knees. On all fours, spreading himself. Like a good boy.

Then he slowly looked at her bouncing breasts. He lost his sanity and he went ahead to removed the straps on her dress and pulled it down after unzipping. As he took out her gorgeous breasts. Then he lowered his head and started to lick her nipples. Then she moaned seductively, making him move even faster. "Fuck.. you're fucking tight" he cursed and released his sperm as she collapsed against his body. He patted her back and pulled out himself from her, then he kissed her forehead and made her wear her dress.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

I cried out into the linens. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it, you slutty nun.” He slammed deeper. Hips slapped my ass. The shelf rattled. His hand on my neck kept me pinned while he fucked me in long, rough strokes. “This what you’ve been thinking about during mass?” he asked. “Getting bent over and filled?” “Yes—” He reached around and rubbed my clit hard while he thrust. I came a second time, clenching around him, moaning into the cloth. He kept pounding through it.