Novel & Cerita Gay Bondage Stories

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!” “Your brother is a funny guy. You know, we ‘swing’ sometimes with other couples. These are usually like orgies, but Jim started getting jealous and would only let me get it on with women he was fucking or he would pick men and have me get on my knees and suck their cocks. I lost interest now, so it’s me and my vibrator.” She laughed heartily and swiped a hand across her crotch. Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.”

They used their hands and their mouths to play with her sensitive skin. Zane moved behind Jax. He reached around and found Lily’s small, tight ass. He used his fingers to open her up under the water. Then, he pushed his thick, tattooed cock into her. Now, Lily was totally owned. She had Jax in her pussy, Zane in her ass, and Leo in her mouth. Kai and Ethan were kissing her neck and chest. She was a small girl being used by five machines of flesh. The Hot Tub Pound The water in the tub began to splash over the sides. The five men were moving in a wild, heavy rhythm. It was a raw, wet mess of sex.

Binding me to myself, the leather snug against skin that was already warm and tender. I blinked up at him, questioning. Curious. He smirked. “I can’t let you have your way completely,” he said. “You asked for cock. You never said how you wanted it.” I laughed—sharp and breathless. “Fucking prick.” He leaned in, mouth brushing my ear. “You need to learn to negotiate better.” I dropped back on the chaise, legs open, wrists still bound. “Then come fuck me.” And he did. Condom slipped on with that smooth, practiced ease, and then he was on me—over me—inside me. The stretch burned in the best way. Like my body didn’t quite know how to take him, but was damn well going to try.

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.

I lay there in his arms, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of me, staring into the darkness as he drifted off to sleep. My body ached. My mind was exhausted. And deep down, I knew the truth. I was never going to be free. This was my life — a sex slave in the yard of Don Clinton. Used. Shared. Punished. Protected. And somehow, I was addicted to every second of it.

Whatever he’s saying has her laughing and then looking down into the crowd of dancers. “Looks like your bro is moving in on your territory, man.” I glance over and see Gabe facing the bar with his forearms leaning against the edge. I smirk, “Nah, that was this morning when we both fucked her senseless for her birthday present.” Our neighbor’s jaw drops, “No fucking way...seriously?” “You’re wanting to get into the kink lifestyle, right?” “Well, yeah, I guess.” “Here’s a second piece of advice for you, Gabe; never be surprised by anything when it comes to this lifestyle. Believe it or not it’s quite common.”

CHAPTER 212: BDSM - More Intimacy? Part 2 No one's POV: "Tell your boyfriend how much you love it," said Adam. Georgia responded, "I love taking my boyfriend's big dick." "You love it, right?" said Adam. Georgia tells him. "Yes, my boyfriend, I love taking your dick. Make me take it, my boyfriend; I love it so much". And then Adam fucks Georgia some more while he plays with her face. Adam stops and asks her to thank him.

And I'm not talking to Neil here, so there's no need to sugarcoat what I want to say. “I told you; I didn’t realize it was a problem. After I joined Black family, once, before I fully understood things, I mentioned bondage to an older gang member. He took me to a club, which had three floors and a basement.” “Was it divided into success matches, pending matches, performance areas, and a pairing ceremony floor?” Could it be the same club that Neil Caster went to? “Does The Lucas Group CEO go to such places?” “No, I have a friend who was tricked into going there and ended up being a pet for a sadist, getting tortured every time. Anyway, let’s not talk about him. So, you found your previous boy

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.