Forced Gay Novels & Stories

that's right, I did something bad so I can't blame him for why he's looking at me like that-- come on, he doesn't care if Trixie is crying. "I didn't mean it, I was just joking--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he scolded me. This gay man is strong! I'm already doubting if Ken is really gay, maybe I'll get slapped and tweaked by him but what he's doing is sh*t! He's acting like a real man, dude!

"We're not, won't, don't want to." "Believe me he does. Blind, asexual and gay men want to do you. Hell, why stop there? Not many people could encounter you and not want you," Aaron scoffed, sighing as he made a conscious effort to keep her at an arm's length.

he gently whispers and tries to take a step closer but before he could finish that step, I slap him real hard. "You're a g-ga-gay." I could barely get that word out of my throat and what I saw earlier seemed to repeat itself in my mind. Instead of answering he shook his head down and admitted it. "You're gay!!!" I felt anger in my heart. I started hitting him and pushing him. "You're gay!!! that's why I'm not afraid that you're a girl because you want a boy! That's why you always say goodbye, you're only with your boys, that's why you're flirting with the boys you say!!!" I didn't cry because I was suddenly filled with realizations.

It is something that the society should accept and embrace because confessing as a gay is a very brave thing to do. I am just having a hard time to let those words sink in because all this time, I have always thought that he was straight. "Y-you're joking." I muffled. “Do you think I can joke about my sexuality?” “I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, "I've been gay. I've been forcing myself to play football to act straight in front of my dad." "But you're so good at football and you're so…” “Muscular?” He laughs. “All a pretend.”

“Mr. Hall, Mr. Bitters has instructed to bring you two to dinner.” “We already had dinner.” I say, still in a daze. Asher is standing straight and stiff, in his usual fashion. There’s no way to tell if he really kissed me. Nope. He’s straight, splitting from his wife. The day my father made him my secretary, he said and I quote, “You’re not one of those things, that’s why I picked you.” I had flinched like he slapped me. To explain in plain speak, my father, had picked Asher because he’s straight. By ‘those things’ he meant, me, being gay.

They better pray I die in here else I would make sure they never see the light of another day. He stepped closer to the bed once more, his expression unreadable as he approached my restrained body. I couldn't understand what he was trying to do as I begged him to let me go, but he wouldn't, and soon he started to strip off his pants. I shivered in shock as I realized he was a gay man. "I don't do men. Please gay man, just let me go." I begged. "I'm not a gay man. I'm a gay Lord!" He corrected and dipped his fingers into my anus roughly about six times before I felt him penetrating really hard and roughly. At this point, I felt like I was about to die.

“From what? From me? I never did anything to him!” “You made him think he’s something he isn’t.” “He’s gay. I didn’t make him gay. You can’t make somebody gay. That’s not how it works.” “You’d be surprised how many things work if you push hard enough,” Reyes said. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. It came out ugly. “Okay. You want to talk about pushing? Let’s talk about you.” His face didn’t change. But his fingers stopped moving on the arm of the chair.

Vanya shifts beside me. “They wouldn’t like me doing this,” Tyler says. “But it’s the only way I can really show them how much they mean to me.” “They?” Vanya repeats. Everywhere is silent. He lets the silence stretch. Holy fuck. “I’m gay,” he throws his hands up and let them fall heavily to his sides. “I’m a fag. I like boys or one boy.” The words land like someone threw a brick at my stomach. “I like his cock.” Vanya gasps loudly, turning to me. Her eyes are bugging out of her head.

He asked, turning to look at me with disbelief in his eyes, and it was at that moment that I knew that I had fucked up. The old man was obviously born in the middle nineties, at a time when religious fundamentalism was at it's core and things like homosexuality and lesbianism was perceived as pure, raw evil. In fact, it wasn't until 1999 that the United States of America stopped referring to homosexuality as an illness, and if my guts were correct, daddy over there must be among those whom because of how they were indoctrinated as children, have grown up to hate everything about the LGBTQ+ community, just like an old man in my street who reportedly tore of a sheet from his grandson's textboo

My three homophobic bullies: Jill, Rafael, and Louis. These three have been tormenting me since I outed myself as a gay man three months ago. At first, all they did was just insult me in public, calling me names and showing me how disgusted they were of me and my gayness. But it got worse three days ago when I got fed up with them and finally decided to fight back by simply responding to their taunting. It was then that they started making me their personal punching bag, which seemed to be what they enjoyed doing the most, as they kept doing it for three days straight now.