Gay Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

When she added a third finger, Vivian’s hips bucked up. Bruno stood beside the bed. He watched the whole thing with lust in his eyes. His mother and stepsister ate each other in the 69 position. Their bodies moved together. His cock stood rock hard. He stroked it slowly while he enjoyed the view. Brie’s ass pressed down on Vivian’s face. Vivian’s hips pushed up into Brie’s mouth. He couldn't wait any longer. He climbed onto the bed and got behind Vivian. Seeing her round ass shaking made Bruno even harder.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

I could taste the salty pre-cum as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper into my throat. Spit dripped down my chin onto my tits while the van hit bumps, making me gag and moan around his cock. “Good girl… just like that,” he groaned, gripping my hair. I was soaking wet. When he told me to bend over the seat for $1000, I did it without thinking. He rubbed the fat head of his dick along my slick folds, then pushed inside me raw. “Oh my God…” I gasped as he stretched me open. The van’s movement made every thrust hit deeper, harder.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

I doubt anyone saw it, but it meant everything to me. “Okay…. I might secretly love hearing you call me a good girl.” Her face was priceless as Gavin tossed his head back and laughed. “Ah, a praise kink… don’t we all?” I laughed as Gavin drew a card. “Red.” He looked at me. “What is your most embarrassing story?” I started to laugh, but had to lick my lips from smiling. “Ah, please tell us.” Stacy reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “Please! I’m dying to know what just went through your head.”

Like they were both poking at something they’d been circling for eight months. Somehow they ended up making a bet. One week. Her phone locked in the kitchen drawer — no social media, no mindless scrolling, no hiding behind the screen. His flirting completely off. No charming the barista, the neighbor, the woman at the dry cleaner. Nothing. Loser becomes the winner’s personal sex slave and maid for one full week. Cooking. Cleaning. Obeying anything the winner desires. No limits. They shook on it. Her hand was warm in his. She held the handshake a second too long, eyes locked on his, and something low and dangerous twisted in his gut.

My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release. He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.” Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out. The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy. Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me

Found that out on our wedding day when I caught him getting his back blown out by his executive assistant in the bathroom. The boy was destroying my husband like a bull. Yeah. That happened. My perfect traditional husband who wanted the white picket fence and the two kids and the suburban life? He's gay. Or at least bisexual with a strong preference for men. We never talked about it. He pretended it didn't happen. I pretended I didn't see it. We went through with the wedding because what else was I going to do? Everyone was there. The deposits were paid. My family would have been humiliated.

“So you two know your brother and Thad the best, what is the best way to embarrass the hell out of them.” “Right now the best way to get Sam is to order him a sex doll. He looked like a pervo that couldn’t get it from his mate. Especially when we get the doll to look like you.” I said and looked at Remmie that started laughing, I just shrugged. “Okay and Thad?” Gabi said. “Gay porno and how to guide to be a submissive in a male on male BDSM relationship. It's not a toss on those that are Bisexual or Homosexual just a way to play with Thaddeus. He will think it is funny as hell.”