Gay Beastiality Stories Novels & Stories

I didn’t know the harsh unyielding brute before me, something awful had to have happened. Bas found his voice finally. “They were gonna do worse to her!” Bas protested. “You wouldn’t let that happen, so neither would I,” he argued. Wrong answer, The Beast wasn’t reacting to Bastian’s words but his attitude, Bastian’s wafting dominance attempted to cut through Wyatt's aura and failed, yet it flared again. Wyatt wasn’t in a sane mindset, I realized as his belt snaked through the loops of his pants. My heart skipped a beat. Not on my watch.

"You have an exquisite goddess with you, and you think you can keep her all to yourself?" I felt a shiver of discomfort run down my spine, and I fought the urge to shrink away from his predatory gaze. These men were beasts, hunting for their next prey, and I was a mere lamb caught in their crosshairs.

He laughed like an insane creature. "Fuck you, Emma, you walk around acting all innocent with an ass like that and those curves. Your heat is nearing and I intend to take full advantage of your rising desires. You'll be crying out my name wanting me to satisfy your burning itch," he said sincerely and I gagged on his words and tears that were streaming down my face. When my skin started to feel like needles were piercing it I barely registered. Brian dropped me to the floor of some room where he locked the door behind himself. I was curled on the concrete floor watching him unbutton his shirt. His body was scarred and oddly muscular. I winced as my body convulsed and I felt my bones snapping

The beast took another eerily silent step towards him— causing his body to betray him further as he began to try harder to curl into himself and away from the beast. "Hrmmmm...WHY DIDN'T YOU DINE ON YOUR KILL?....grrrrRRR!" The beast yelled at him in a questioning manner. He thought the question over before answering, trying to be careful in what he said. "I'm not an animal-- not a wild one at least....it felt...erhm...wrong. Taboo." He said shakily as he put his head up to face at least the beasts legs. "Hmm...I think yoU're JuSt scarrrEd to embRrrace what you arrrrrre...grrrr.."

Playing hide-and-seek for real, following the deer trails high into the mountains, bleeding a little onto the snow to throw them off. “You are an animal,” my boy says, licking at my earlobe and unzipping my jeans, his warm fingers probing deep inside. “A very, very good, naughty animal.” I hear a fish jump in one of the slack pools nearby. I can see the ring of ripples out of the corner of my mind and their glossy, smooth humps excite me. “What kind?” I ask, taking his balls in my hand through his faded denim and holding them tight in my fist. “What kind of animal am I?” He bites at my neck. “A fucking beast of an animal,” he says, “A horny little fucking beast. An excitable little fainting

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

And I felt every drop fill me up. Meanwhil, beside us, Gabby's body jerked. Her fingers working her clit through the last waves of her own orgasm as her legs shook witha final wet gush soaking the sheets beneath her. “Oh fuuccckkk" she gasped as convulsed through it. Then she collapsed. Connor collapsed. Desmond collapsed. And we laid there. All four of us. Breathing. Sticky. Broken. Two couples that came for a retreat and got exactly what we came seeking… to spice up our marriages.

I had anticipated this since yesterday and right now I just needed to blow a load and get home. I surfed the net looking for my favorite object insertion p**n to beat my meat off to, I mean, what better way to get a load ready? Lubing my cock with my saliva, my palm rubbed off on my cap first before moving downwards and upwards. The screen showed a group of men holding down a gay teenager and impaling him with a ball. My mouth watered as my hand moved faster on my rock hard penis. “Shit” I gasped low and breathy as the men treated him as an object for their pleasure and not a love making session.

He slaps my ass hard, the sting blooming into heat that makes me even wetter. “Harder, Xane,” I moan shamelessly. “Fuck my tight pussy deeper, I need it so bad.” Xane grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back. His other hand reaches around to squeeze one of my tits. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to, Marie.” “It belongs to you,” I gasp. “My pussy is yours to ruin whenever you want, Xane.” We have been sneaking around for months, fucking every chance we get when our parents are out of the house. The taboo makes it so much hotter, I love how wrong it feels and how good he makes me cum.

A secret I kept close to my chest. And if this date turned out to be a hit, I had to make sure to pop my meds. Without them, I'd go from zero to insatiable for sex in no time. But before anything got hot and heavy, I'd be running away and to my bed to ride out the nausea and cramps. Fuck, it was like having the flu, and an unexpected outcome was the total suppression of my “Listen, I don't think it's a good idea for you to see this guy," Gail warned, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and concern. "Those groups you're into, they're crawling with wannabe killers. Just promise me you'll leave if anything feels off. No going back to his place or anything like that, okay?"