Enforced Male Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

You need to do something to protect your mate and child. I felt my jaw tighten because Elara was right. A royal heir was not allowed to be born out of wedlock. My great-grandfather established that rule years ago for the most ridiculous reason. “Must keep chastity until we find our mate.” I don’t know why he came up with such rules, but for as long as I could remember, it had been like that. And those who couldn’t control their horniness made sure to use protection to avoid having a child out of wedlock.

Elena paced her bedroom after Father Mike left, his words still bouncing around in her head like empty echoes. Chastity, devotion, the holy path, all that talk about denying the body for the soul. She stopped in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. The girl looking back had wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and a simple dress that hid the marks Jax had left on her skin, but inside? Inside, she was on fire.

"You’ve been starved for three years, and you think one round is enough to fill that hole?" "Richard..." I choked out, my fingers digging into the mattress. "I can't... I’m still shaking." "Good. Shake for me." He reached between my legs from behind, his fingers slick with our shared mess as he found my clit again. He didn't rub it gently this time; he used a fast, demanding pressure that had my hips bucking instinctively. "Did Manuel ever treat you like this? Did he ever make you feel like a piece of property?" "No," I gasped, the shame and the pleasure tangling together in my gut. "He was... he was always so careful."

That’s a profoundly male kind of corruption, taking something intimate and making it clinical, turning pleasure into a measurable output of his own design. The public exam in the story? That’s the ultimate power move. It’s not enough to own her in secret; he has to display his ownership, have it witnessed and validated by his peers. He’s turning her violation into a teaching moment, cementing his authority and her helplessness in the institutional record. It’s the pinnacle of arrogant, masculine control,?making the world complicit.

The cruelest chains are the ones you carry inside yourself. It was days before he came again. Micah’s hands shook when the knock came. He knew it was Roman, but he wasn’t ready. Not really. The ache between his legs was a dull roar now—raw, constant. It had been days since Roman had left him that night, hard and leaking, abandoned to his own desperate hands. He hadn’t touched himself since. Not once. He couldn’t. Roman’s rules were clear.

“What happened then?” “Oh, nothing much really. Just a little dancing, watching the ball drop, and making earth shattering love. Other than that, the rest of the night was uneventful.” “You had sex with a nun!” Alexander shouted, flabbergasted. He didn’t think Chastity had ever experienced sex. He had always gotten the impression that she couldn’t be bothered with such an act. “God is going to kill us all,” his father said flatly. “She’s not a nun yet thank you very much,” Julian slurred defensively. “And we didn’t have sex . . . we . . . made love. I know that’s what it was because . . . it was different. From my end of it anyway.”

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend. Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist? LENA POV “Fuuuck—ohhh!” I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.

That mixed with the fact that Maddox was a Demigod, I had decided to get Aunt Ziyah’s input on it because she was the most knowledgeable person that I knew when it came to the supernatural world as a whole. She let me know that IF we wanted to wait to have pups, she could give me an enchantment that would be a hundred percent effective in prevention until we decided to have it removed. She mentioned that no birth control was ever tested to stand up against Demigod sperm. However, the enchantment would hold because of the magic contained within it. So, I was newly enchanted. My mate had the place where we would be staying for the duration of my heat.

As a matter of principle, if the woman chosen has been marked and is ill, the man must decide to abandon her or hand her over to a prostitute. LAW 2- The child must be male and baptized according to the laws of the clan. LAW 3- Children out of wedlock who have not been consecrated by the patriarchs must be sacrificed.

Father Donovan said, "I know that losing your husband so young was hard for your family. Michael in particular. But masturbation is a sin. God is very clear about this. Man is only permitted to ejaculate inside a woman's vagina. Not in his underwear, a tissue, his own hand, or... Well, anywhere else he might think to put it." "But he'll go to Hell," Mary said and sobbed. "That's why he needs your help." * The long drive home gave Mary plenty of time to think about her problem. Could she wrap Michael's penis in something that kept him from touching it? What if she made sure someone was watching him all the time? It all sounded so stupid and ridiculous. Mary was failing her son and she knew it