Forced To Give Handjob Novels & Stories

The shower took more time than it should have with us trading handjobs until our dicks couldn’t possibly get hard anymore and the hot water ran cold. Laughing and shivering, we stumbled out of the bathroom, but there was only one towel. I told him to use it and I’ll wait but he snagged a hand around my wrists and forcefully held me in place. Then he dried me from the hair on my head to my toe, paying special attention to my dick until I sobbed from the now painful orgasm.

"Still leaking my seed like a used whore. Does Jake know his precious girlfriend is walking around with her stepbrother’s cum inside her?" I whimpered as he pushed two thick fingers back into my sore pussy, fucking me slowly but deeply. "Zane… it hurts…" I moaned, even as my hips rolled against his hand. "Good. It should hurt. This pussy is being trained to take only me." He pulled his fingers out and slapped my clit hard. Once. Twice. Three times. I cried out, fresh slick gushing out of me. He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up, forcing me into a face-down, ass-up position.

I bring his hand back around, and when he tries to touch himself again, I bring his hand back to his side and hold it there for good measure. Good. One hand's holding his arm still, so I can still masturbate daddy. But as soon as I feel like I have things under control, his other hand comes around and knocks my hand off his cock. He begins to lazily mash it again. I grab his wrist and bring it back to his side, holding him there. Now I have to hold both arms or he won't stop! Ugh! I take a deep breath. I guess there's only one thing I can do.

He grabbed hold of my hair, twisting it around his wrist, the other hand on my hip. He forced my legs apart with his, pinning me between his body and the bed. The scent of his arousal filled the room. I squealed out in surprise as his large hand descended on my vulnerable buttocks. The slap stung and sent shockwaves to my clit. My buttocks clenched involuntarily as I jerked against the bed. He forced himself in between my ass cheeks with a grunt. “Don’t clench!” he growled out, yanking my head back by my hair. Tears stung the back of my eyes. This wasn’t lovemaking, it was punishment. He was taking possession of his slave.

I say and he keeps shaking his head, trying to convince me not to touch him. “You thought it was a good idea to fuck what is mine without her knowing it was you, so I am going to fuck you the same way, without your fucking consent,” I say and he keeps shaking his head pleading but I stopped listening minutes ago. “On your fucking hands and knees before I make you,” I say, and the guy does as he is told between sobs and, without warning and with no lube, I shove the dildo into his ass as he screams in pain. I shove it so far up his ass that he will have to go to the hospital to have it removed.

They tied my hands behind my back so they could grab them for leverage. At this point my prostate hurts so bad because I was jacking off the whole time I watched them. Without any protest or resistance from me, they're inhibitions of abusing my hole we're completely gone and they just went as hard and fast as they needed. Each one took the turn of using me until they came. Once one guy came inside, the other would quickly slip in and start rhythmically pounding me, keeping me secured on their dick with my harness or my hands. All three of them came inside me and the first guy had gotten horny enough that he decided to cum again. They tallied my ass and started cleaning up.

Then he would realize that he made the mistake of fucking with me. “Put the nozzle back in the pump and get on my bike. You want to come with me and will enjoy every moment of pleasing me,” he said, his pupils dilating, an indication that he was attempting to compel. Not going to happen, asshat. I nodded and waited for him to relax his hold on my arm. The moment it was removed, I struck. My knee met his groin with every ounce of strength I possessed, which was a lot. He would heal, and it would serve as a good reminder not to try and force people.

When he was finished he forced me to my knees then he pulled his trouser down. "Hands behind you." He commanded. I did as he said, the anticipation making my nipples harden again. He placed the tip of his cock against my lips and pushed it inside forcefully. I gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I tried to bring my hand to grab his cock but he spanked my boobs and said gruffly, "Bring your hand and I'd be forced to give you a real punishment."

He thrusts into me forcefully like Keith and after he's done he moves aside and allows the other third guy. I've lost count of how many guys forced themselves into me. I'm in so much pain and I think maybe they tore off everything down there, I feel like I'm sitting on fire because everything on my body is hot and painful. After they're done with me, the 'bosses' walk in and smirk at me. Caren makes to pity me but quickly wipes off that pretentious pity look with a smirk. They transfer the video to one phone, I presume Denis's and some share in their phones too.

I deliberately held it up there for the young man to see—letting him fear. “What are you doing?” The young man twisted frantically beneath me. “I paid for this service,” I said growling at him. “So you’d better make it worth every cent.” Forcing the young man’s thighs apart with bruising strength, I positioned myself at the slick, abused rear entrance. Teasingly, I rubbed the blunt head of my rod against the sensitive flesh, coating it in the remnants of the earlier play. “Stop… please, I’m begging you.” Fresh tears spilled over.