Forced Male Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

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

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The image or thought of your cunt been driven wide apart by a hard cock was one of the best feelings in the world. I reached for my boyfriend again. “Do you want him?” Stefan asked and I nodded. I wanted them both. Rob took of his clothes and Stefan guided him to my pussy. “You aren't very big, are you, son?” Stefan asked, taking Rob's small penis in his hands. Rob turned red and looked away. “That's okay, son,” Stefan reassured. “It doesn't make you less of a man.” “T-thanks, Dad.” “You're welcome, son.”

He must have caught that because he glared at me. “How…how is that possible?” Chastity asked with a shaky voice, and I was curious how he would explain that. “It can only be possible because that male is lying to you. He’s not your mate! He’s only saying that to take advantage of you! He’s lying about all of it. He wanted to have sex with you so he lied to you!” The male growled, pointing at me. “Like hell…” I started, but Chastity placed her hand on my chest to stop me.

“That sure looks fun to watch “ She jumped startled at the sudden voice she heard and saw her stepfather Brian watching her.. Well Brian was her mom's new plaything she would probably stay married to for a few years and then leave him for the next man…the thing about Brian was that he was still young let's say 8 years older than her.…she felt embarrassed when he caught her watching p**n…she was about to close the laptop when he held her hands and told her to continue watching it and that was how he laid next to her in the bed and they began watching the p**n videos together….10 minutes into watching the video she felt her Brian hands sliding on her legs…she acted like she didn't notice…wanti

He wanted to train Clay as a permanently locked faggot, a pet for the group to use whenever they needed to relieve their urges. The first session had been intense, with Jamal pounding into Clay’s tight hole, grunting and growling like a wild animal. But it was the second session that had really opened Clay’s eyes. Jamal had explained the rules, how for every ten strokes, Clay would spend another day in chastity. Clay had agreed eagerly, desperate to feel Jamal’s massive cock stretching him open. But it was Tyrone’s cock that had taught Clay the true meaning of submission.

Her eyes were dark and commanding. “Inside,” she said softly. The moment the door closed, she pushed him against it and kissed him with bruising intensity. “Tonight I’m not just going to fuck you,” she whispered. “Tonight I’m going to offer you something real. Something permanent.” She led him to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. From a drawer, she pulled out a heavy, permanent metal chastity cage , thicker and more secure than anything he had worn before. “This is what I’m offering you,” she said, holding it up. “Permanent chastity. No more orgasms unless I allow it. Stricter protocols. Daily denial. Complete mental ownership. You would belong to me in ways Mirabel and Mitchelle coul

The wet, obscene sounds filled the study as he finger-fucked her fast and rough. “Please—” “Please what?” He pulled his fingers out and brought his hand down again in a sharp spank right over her dripping folds. “Please fuck you harder? Please stretch this pussy again so you forget your own name?” Lila was shaking, dripping onto the polished wood. “Yes— God, yes. Punish me. Use me.” Victor freed his thick cock, already rock-hard and angry-looking. He rubbed the fat head along her slit, coating himself, then slammed in with one vicious thrust. Lila cried out as he bottomed out, the desk creaking under the force.

“Take every inch of the cock you’ve been begging for.” I shattered a third time, screaming into the mattress, body convulsing around him. He followed with a guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt and pumping hot cum deep inside me, marking me, claiming me. We collapsed in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, his weight crushing me into the bed, cock still twitching inside me. After long minutes of harsh breathing, he pressed his lips to my shoulder, voice rough and wrecked. “I fought this for so long,” he admitted quietly. “Because it was wrong, because you were forbidden.”

I will give you everything. I shivered with both fear and excitement. “Show me more. Darker things.” It obeyed. The next memory was rough. A woman chained in a stone room, fucked mercilessly by a powerful man who called her his breeding slave. He slapped her tits, pulled her hair, pounded her until she cried from pleasure. I loved it. I pinched my own nipples hard while I read, then spanked my pussy lightly like he did to her. The sting mixed perfectly with the ache.