Forced Male Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

By the time I finished the long, intense session, she was a leaking, desperate, sobbing mess—a perfect, broken vessel ready for permanent ownership. I held up the cold, heavy steel chastity cage. “This is the final seal of your commitment, Tia. One full year of uninterrupted chastity begins today. The cage will now be welded shut for the next six months as an unbreakable symbol of your deepening permanence and total surrender to God’s will through me. Do you accept this path to true purity and redemption?” “Yes, Father,” she whispered brokenly, voice hoarse from screaming. “I accept. I surrender everything to you.”

The door slammed shut behind us. José grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You think popping that cherry for some rich white boy is gonna be special? We're gonna take it right here on this bar top." My pulse quickened. The idea sent a bloom of heat straight between my legs. I was supposed to stay pure for my parents' choice, they said I couldn't let there be a scandal. But the thought of these rough men popping my cherry actually thrilled me. "Fuck you... You can't do shit," I chuckled. José nodded at the bald biker. "Show her what that mouth is really for."

“You like that baby don’t you? You like when I fuck you like a slut. The second rule was way too beneficial for me:No limits. I let him do things like choke me and tie me up, use ice cream, sex toys and I didn't mind it one bit. My thighs trembled, trying to close around him, but his other hand stayed firm on my throat, so I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “You feel that?” he asked. “You’re dripping.” “Fuck—” He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself hard before he came all over my tits and stomach. He wasted no time grabbing his boxers and trousers. “Go write your test, Emilia,” he said, his voice already returning to the Raffaele I was used to. The third rule was understandable

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

It was rock hard with the thick veins crisscrossing the big shaft and topped by his huge, swollen, plum sized cock head. Jenn saved the picture to her phone, knowing that she would use it to fuel more lust- filled masturbation sessions in the days leading up to her weekend alone with her big cocked step-dad. THE END Of BDSM series

Mason’s muffled groans vibrated through us both. The power was intoxicating. This man who had dominated my fantasies was now chained beneath us, taking everything we gave. Madison was relentless — riding his face until her thighs shook, then switching to ride his cock while I sat on his chest and made him watch. We took turns slapping his thighs, his chest, his face lightly. Every moan he gave fueled us. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged, bouncing on him. Madison slapped his cheek. “You heard her.”

My legs shook so bad I could barely hold myself up. He flipped us so he was on top, still inside me, and pounded me missionary-style on the raft. The wood creaked under us, and his fat cock stretched me to the limit, making my pussy lips look puffy and red around him. When he came, he flooded me deep, adding another load that pushed out in a creamy mess when he finally pulled free.

He hasn’t seen anything yet. This should be classified as torture. I’m strapped down on the spank bench in the club room, arms, legs, torso pinned so tight against the leather I can barely twitch. No escape, no slack. The wand hums relentlessly on my clit, strapped tight between me and the bench, buzzing. My thighs tremble uselessly, my body already wound too tight, and it feels like the damn thing is fusing to me. This is what happens when your boyfriend is your number one subscriber. Xavier told me he had ideas for my stream, said it with that grin that made me forget the filth he’s capable of. Turns out his idea of fun is borderline criminal.

The sound of flesh pounding and harsh moans filled the room as Toussaint didn’t hold back with his thrusts. Toussaint pulled out and dragged Jace towards the edge of the bed and raised his legs up in the air then hung them on his shoulders. He positioned himself once more and held his thighs in place by his hand, the second hand rested on Jace’s neck. The familiar thickness of Toussaint’s fat cock filled Jace’s boy pussy once more and he lost all sense of shame. Toussaint didn’t hold back either; going full beast mode as he filled Jace up, slamming in hard and fast with a constant momentum.

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >