Drakes Cock Leak Novels & Stories

Drake's growling subsides. Replaced by a dull ache. What have I done? #################

As Drake slowly pulled his still-hard cock out of the boy's mouth, Petrov began to slowly thrust his hard cock in and out of the boy's cute lips. Drake walked behind the boy and examined his tight little asshole. He smiled, seeing that the puckered hole was still slick with their spit. Drake pressed his hard cock head, also still dripping with the boy's saliva, against the boy's fuckhole and eased his hard cock into the moaning boy's ass. Drake moaned as his hard cock slipped right in and was able to slide deep inside the boy's newly christened fuckhole without any trouble or pause from the boy. In fact the boy only moaned louder around Petrov's hard cock as Drake sank his hard cock deep int

After Amber’s little stunt and Reese running away, the pack was already talking among themselves. Drake was in the office, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. He swiveled his chair and looked at Troy as he closed the door behind him. “So, I take it, Reese didn’t suck your cock?” Troy huffed out a laugh. “Russo’s got a big mouth.” “Well, I did get my cock sucked, so I’ll smile for the both of us,” Drake said. “Fuck off, that’s my cousin you’re talking about!”

About finally making things right—if that was even possible. With a deep, shuddering breath, Drake pressed the button. The camera began to record, the little red light blinking steadily, marking the beginning of a confession he had avoided for far too long. He leaned back in his chair, his body tense as he fought to compose himself. His face was carefully blank, but the raw emotion in his eyes betrayed the calm exterior he was trying to project. “Hi,” he began, his voice tight but unwavering, the tension in his throat audible. “This is Drake Maverick. And I’ve got something to say. No more lies. No more rumors. It’s time for the truth.”

Drake. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll beg me for more.” She cried. No sooner had Mr. Nelson pulled out of her as Mr. Drake was readying her to ride him as both Mr. Nelson and Mr. Grier would be helping her bounce up and down on his cock till she cried out or squirted. Meanwhile they pinched and squeezed her tits and slapped them gently causing her to cum even harder than she had ever known. Mr. Grier was glad to see them enjoying her cunt because it saved his favorite part of the woman untouched by many.

Our kiss was short and sweet but full of so much love. “Come on I need to know” Drake calls, yanking me into the bathroom. I look to the door as he closes it and locks it. “Seriously drake I can Pee on the damn thing on my own” He chuckles “I know but I don’t want to miss anything” I shake my head “You won’t! I’ll Pee on it then wait for you so we can look together” He huffs, dropping his arms down his side like a big child. “But what am I meant to do?”

The only problem is, it's in the form of a dream. In my dream, I find myself in the bedroom that I just accidentally ruined. I'm connected to a bag of liquid that's transporting some fluids into me. I'm in an elevated position on the bed, and I realize that my legs are pried apart by some kind of contraption hanging in the ceiling. In the distance, Drake is tinkling with some tools laid out on a metal shelf. He's humming to himself, then he looks at me with a smile. His gaze flickers to the area between my thighs and he tilts his head.

"AARGHHHH! MY HAND! MY HAND! DEREK, MY HAND!" From the raw, severed stump at Drake's elbow, arterial blood didn't just drip—it erupted. A thick, hot, jet-black spray fountain erupted violently into the air, coating the white walls, splashing across the ceiling, and showering my face and Creed's hoodie in heavy, copper-scented warmth. Drake stumbled backward, his eyes wide with unbelievable horror as he stared at the spouting wound where his limb used to be, before collapsing onto his knees, screaming in pure shock.

I asked as I looked into him. Drake smiled widely before he took a sip on the glass of milk. He drank almost half of it before he forcely gave me the glass. “I didn’t die. You can drink that,” he replied. “I have to go to my bedroom now. Good night!” Still wondering, I just shrugged and then went back inside. Instead of drinking the milk, I put it on the side table as I walk inside the bathroom. Even though the bathroom was elegant, I still couldn't believe that this was actually happening…

I took the box before he could say it, checked the label was right side up, and handed it back. “It was already right,” he said. “I know.” I kept walking. He didn’t move for a second behind me. Then he did. Drake was in my doorway ten minutes later, shoulder against the frame, hands in his pockets. “So the supply door’s propped open now,” he said. “Very subtle. Nobody will notice a two-foot gap in a hallway.” “I noticed it.” “You put the wedge back, I heard. Very diplomatic. A lesser woman would’ve thrown it.”