Forced Male Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

“Do you know where I go on Friday nights, Emily? What I do while you’re here watching my sons like a good girl?” “No, Sir.” “There’s a place, in the City, in San Francisco. It’s called the Hive. It’s a dirty, sleazy place where women who need to be owned for a night go to find men like me. On these Friday nights, Emily, I am spanking other women, beautiful women. I’m tying them up with ropes and chains. I’m forcing them to climax over and over until they can’t speak or walk. And they thank me for it. If they’re truly special and submissive I will let them suck my cock. Now tell me, Emily, what can you offer me that these women can’t?”

If I somehow irritated her during the day she would ensure that I would get aroused. She would brush past me during the day or before taking the device off at night she would touch me. Tweak my nipples, talk dirty, play with the plug before she takes it out. Or let me feed off of her before taking it off. My poor cock then hurts as it can’t get hard in the cage. It’s too small and it’s curved downward, making it go flaccid again. The male chastity device is crueller than the female device. The female device just prevents entry and access. The male device is meant to emasculate by hurting the poor wearer so he goes flaccid again. Peeing has to be done sitting down.

My sweat was falling to his chest, and he sucked my breast and played with it with his hot, wet tongue. His powerful arms grasp my hand hard to prevent me from fleeing, but I am so weary; how can I escape from him? Ultimately, he will tell everyone that he is my husband. When I told everyone that I was fucked against my consent, no one would believe my story because Sebastian was hot and handsome, as with his desirable smoking appearance, no one could resist him but me! I give up after every thrust he makes and allow him to do whatever he wants until I collapse on his arms and fall asleep.

"You've got no choice here. You're mine." "You're sick! You don't own me and I'm never going to be with you." "I'm getting married to Frank!" "No, you won't." He challenged almost immediately. "You had no idea I was engaged before you drugged and raped me?" "There was no fucking engagement, there was no ring on you." "The ring didn't matter. I'm getting married soon to him so you need to let me go!" "No! You're stuck with me." "It's crazy how you think that you can intimidate me with your words!"

My squirt bathes my thighs, soaks into his thick duvet, and messes up everything it finds. As if possessed, I jack the cuff, dying to get my freedom, to run my hand over my pussy and soothe it. Instead, the cold metal bites into my skin, leaving harsh marks on my flesh. I try to close my legs, to clasp my cunt in intense pressure, to spread the wild pleasure all over my body, but I’m just his dirty prisoner. So I surrender, for the millionth time. Thick bumps crawl in their awakening. I can't stop the tremors, not even if I want to.

"And a male slave don't fuck you unless you say, otherwise he behave himself." "One of my poker buddies became a male slave trained by Mistress Dark," I said. "He didn't get an erection unless told to. Didn't cum unless told to, got limp again if told to. Essentially only fucked on command." "Too bad I don't have room in my house for one," Shasta said. "My son sleep in my room, but I can see where having one be good for me. Finally get to fuck normal again. I looked at William Thornhill and he nodded his head.

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

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!"

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

A single drop of his cum from their previous round was still slowly trickling down her inner thigh, making the sight even more tempting and possessive. Fuck, Damon thought. His massive cock throbbed hard in his pants. His jaw tightened with raw hunger. “Stay just like that,” he said as he moved behind her again. His large hand reached out and cupped one full, soft ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to sink his fingers into the plush flesh. “This fucking ass is going to be the death of me.” “This chapter,” he said, "Is about a powerful man who can’t resist his young, beautiful chef. He’s married. He knows he shouldn’t. But every time he sees her in his kitchen, he bends her over and fucks her l