Enforced Male Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

Alex was at ease, but Horfoud family was not at ease! Refina endured the anger that was about to explode in her heart and said sarcastically, "What you said is correct. There was a name for chastity in ancient times. But that was only targeted at women. After all, Gina has been gone for a few years. It is reasonable for a man in his prime to want a woman. No one would have any objections if you want to marry again." How could Alex not hear Refina's ridicule and did not argue with her. He faintly curled his lips, "Thank you Mother-in-law for understanding."

"No, Ma'am. I guess I thought I was done with sex unless Mistress took me back. This was a surprising development I was unprepared for." His cock began shrinking again. "What is that thing on his junk?" Wendy asked. "It's a cock cage, used to help control male slaves," I said. "Just as Dominants sometimes use chastity belts to control female slaves, cock cages are used to control males. This one is relatively benign. It only prevents him from getting an erection without suffering pain. Some have sharp points on the inside and there are some which have protrusions which are inserted into the urethra. Some dominants also pierce the genitals of their male slaves, in the cock, balls or both."

Her eyes were dark and commanding. “Inside,” she said softly. The moment the door closed, she pushed him against it and kissed him with bruising intensity. “Tonight I’m not just going to fuck you,” she whispered. “Tonight I’m going to offer you something real. Something permanent.” She led him to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. From a drawer, she pulled out a heavy, permanent metal chastity cage , thicker and more secure than anything he had worn before. “This is what I’m offering you,” she said, holding it up. “Permanent chastity. No more orgasms unless I allow it. Stricter protocols. Daily denial. Complete mental ownership. You would belong to me in ways Mirabel and Mitchelle coul

“Confess everything to Him.” “I confess I’m a whore for my priest!” I cried out, voice echoing through the sacred space. “I confess I renounced my vows the moment you touched me. I confess I want nothing more than to be your pregnant breeding toy. Please, Daddy… fill me again. Knock me up on God’s altar!” His thrusts grew feral. The wet, obscene sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass filled the chapel. He leaned down, biting my neck hard enough to mark me.

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I was already shaking. Jace moved behind the pole and grabbed my hands. He pulled them above my head and held them tight against the metal. I was pinned. I was a prisoner in the dark. Jax unzipped his black suit pants. His cock popped out, thick and pulsing. He didn't use any lotion or water. He just positioned himself and gave one huge, brutal thrust. "AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

He took control instantly but we made our way to the bedroom where Nadia was. “Fuck, Chelsea,” he rasped against my lips, his voice was deep and thick with years of restraint. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How many nights I've jerked off about you. My little step- sister, legs spread wide open begging for me. I tried to fight it. God I tried but not anymore. His confession lit a fire within me. I felt like fucking Felicia in beauty in black. Oh boy, you just unleashed something deep in me. I moaned into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his hard cock underneath his jeans, my soaked panties climbing to my swollen folds.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

“Look at this little faggot, cumming like a bitch in heat. You know what that means, don’t you, boy?” Clay could only whimper in response, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He knew what was coming, and he knew he had no choice but to submit. “Six hundred days,” Jamal said, his voice cold and hard. “That’s what you’ve earned for that little display, you pathetic little faggot. Six hundred days in chastity, with no hope of release.” Clay whimpered again, his body shaking with a mixture of fear and arousal. He knew he had no choice but to obey, to submit to the men’s will. He was a faggot, a submissive little twink, and he belonged to them now.