Forced Male Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are signed with flesh and soul. Tonight’s confession is about a desperate young woman who entered a fake marriage with a dangerous mafia heir… only to discover the contract demanded something very real: her body, her womb, and her complete surrender. This one is dark, possessive, and brutally breeding-heavy. Here is the confession of “The Contract Wife.”

He seemed strangely satisfied by that answer for someone who didn't like my response when I lied about not fantasising about a master. “Good.” He leaned down, his warm breath fanning my cheeks. “Which hardcore sex have you ever had? Whips? Strung on a cross? Ice? Chastity cage? Sound? Nipple and navel clamps? Chains? Chokers? Leathers? Gags? Blindfold?”

The man replied with enthusiasm, “I would like to make an offer to you.” Chastine’s chains clunked as she walked nearer towards the male fellhound. “What’s your offer?” “Hearing and seeing your skills, you could be of use to me. But first, we have to get rid of your usefulness to the tribe.” “How?” Gathering all sense and confidence, the man closed his eyes, then he opened and directly stared at Chastine’s. He then calmly retorted, “have sex with me, Chastine.” Chastine couldn’t believe what she just heard. Confused, her eyes widened while her brows met at the middle. Her jaw gapped. “W-what the—"

My tits jiggling with every movement. He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too. We were completely exposed in the middle of the church. He reached between us and rubbed my clit furiously. “Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.” I shattered for the third time, my pussy convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

“Don't you dare think of running away, that would cost you a lot of things including your family “ he uttered, rendering me weak and docile. He walked up to me ripping my clothes off, I couldn't help but scream. He pushed me on his King sized bed and forced himself on me. Tears streamed down my face, while growing up I would always imagine how gentle my first time experience would be and how valuable it would be to the man I love. But all I felt at the moment was nothing but pain. My painful moans meant nothing to him because he kept penetrating me deeper. He forced his lips on mine, kissing me deeply. Every word of pleasure he said felt disgusting to me. I glanced at the wall clock in his r

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

“You will be naked in our presence at all times, especially when I am entertaining any black men visitors, and will be subservient to them as well. All of your body hair will be removed permanently, and when I say 'all'.....I mean all: head, body, legs and especially pubic. We will let you keep your small cock and balls, for now, but to further enhance your need to serve as a bitch boi for us, you will be fitted with a steel chastity cage, with an urethral insert, to restrict any future tiny erections you may have. You will learn to properly worship my pussy and any other women, especially black women, who may desire that service.

Jake fucked me like a man possessed, his thick cock slamming into my soaked pussy over and over again with brutal force. Every powerful thrust made my body jolt forward against the cold granite counter. My heavy tits were squished flat beneath me, my hard nipples scraping painfully against the stone as he railed me without mercy. The wet, sloppy sounds of his massive dick stretching my married cunt echoed loudly through the kitchen, mixing with my uncontrollable moans.