Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

My muscles tightened before I broke. The orgasm hit hard. I came on his hand, in the booth, in the church — trembling, gasping, falling apart. "You wanted to be touched," he said, calmer than I expected him to be. "Now you know what happens when you ask." I couldn't speak. Only feel. My heart still racing. My body still trembling. He looked older than my Step uncle. Damn it. "I told you you were dangerous," he said, eyes locked on mine. "Now look what you've made me do."

He drinks down every orgasm as he tries to get another. I look down at him between my thighs, that hungry look still on his face. “I’m sorry, honey, but you know Jermelle is gay, happily married, with three freaking kids.” I don’t know why I’m trying to get through to him. I should just take my pussy-eating punishment and let it be, but I might die if I cum one more time. Is that possible? Probably not, or it would have happened already, seeing as I’ve been his for over ten years.

Toan roughly pulled De's jockstrap back into place, the fabric now smooth and devoid of any bulge. "Get up," Toan commanded, grabbing De by the arm and hauling him to his feet. "It's time to show the others what a pathetic little faggot you are." De stumbled as Toan dragged him back into the sauna, his legs weak and trembling. The other men looked up as they entered, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of De's smooth crotch. "Look at this pervert," Toan announced, shoving De forward. "He thought it was okay to peek at us, so I taught him a lesson. I castrated the little faggot, made sure he can never again look at another man's bulge."

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It was massive, veiny, and leaking a clear drop of precum from the tip hole. He slowly grabbed my hand and placed it on his hot, hard flesh. My body shivered at the contact, electric sparks dancing across my skin. He was burning hot, pulsing with life, and the precum glistened on the tip, looking like liquid gold. I slowly wrapped my fingers around his thick cock marveling at the size of him. "And now," he whispered, guiding my hand, "stroke it for me." He said. I began to move my hand up and down against his hard length, my thumb brushing over his sensitive slit, spreading the precum around the crown. I was fascinated by him, by the power he held over me.

I responded calmly, running my hands through his bare but hairy chest, making my way down his torso but he stopped me, gripping my hands hard causing me to whimper. “No, this is not the same, we've been fucking. Something we call a hate fuck where I'm from, but now it feels like you are trying to create a connection with me.” A man with experience like him would know if he was being played. “And who says I'm in love with you?, I want no connection to a murderer” I threw back, I was desperate and i had nothing left to lose, going back to an empty house these past weeks had been rough and I kept reliving the image of my father's lifeless body in the living room, so if I had to sell out myself

The musky scent of him filled my nose with every breath I managed to take. Colt rose up between my spread legs, lined his fat cock at my entrance, and slammed home in one brutal stroke. The sudden massive stretch tore a muffled scream from around Luca’s shaft. Colt was thicker than Zane, splitting my tight walls open, bottoming out against my cervix with a wet slap. “Fuck, she’s clenching so tight around me,” he groaned, starting to pound me with deep, punishing strokes. Each powerful thrust made my tits bounce wildly and drove me further onto Luca’s cock, forcing it deeper down my throat.

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Every time, I was about to find my release, he stopped till my juices coated his hand and my body shook with denied need. Gerald made me stand again then dropped to his knees. He lapped up my juices from my entrance to clit, humming as he tasted me. I held his head, moving my hips as I tried to chase my release then he pulled away, standing with a smirk, his lips shiny with my arousal. "No!" I whimpered, panting as I tried to hold him back. "Be good, Mimi," he murmured, adjusting his twitching bulge. "Hold that ache. I'm leaving for a business meeting. Save this pussy for me." He slipped out quietly, the door clicking shut behind him.