Gay Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

The door slammed shut behind us. José grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You think popping that cherry for some rich white boy is gonna be special? We're gonna take it right here on this bar top." My pulse quickened. The idea sent a bloom of heat straight between my legs. I was supposed to stay pure for my parents' choice, they said I couldn't let there be a scandal. But the thought of these rough men popping my cherry actually thrilled me. "Fuck you... You can't do shit," I chuckled. José nodded at the bald biker. "Show her what that mouth is really for."

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.

The bodyguards swore that some of the alleged women were guys in drag. The three girls I shared with Cosmo just last Wednesday were Capricez girls. Still, I pleaded ignorance to Gracie. It was better if she was going to live. I knew the Capricez girls steered away from bondage so diverted in that direction. "I take it that anal sex in bondage is new to you?" "Of yes... but I would be willing to try." Music to my ear, I had just the thing. - The X-Cross Bondage and sex machines usually take a lot of time and co-operation to set up. But that is not my style, so my machines were selected for me to use alone with a guest, and quickly. I led Gracie to the machine I decided to use next.

“Good. Now turn around.” Shakily, Bryan did as ordered and tensed up when something hard began to poke him in his orifice. With a rough thrust into the boy, Leo broke his sphincter and began to fuck the weeping boy against the wall. “Please, sir,” begged Bryan, “I'm not gay. I'm not gay.” He would always regret this day. Why hadn't he just wait for the next day for his phone? Now he was in trouble because of it. Leo chuckled at those words from Bryan. “Not gay but I see you checking out Ronan all the time.”

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

“I agreed to show him the gold he wanted when we first met in exchange of disappearing forever but during the journey, I couldn't do it anymore and told him I would go back to the estate when he beat me up and took advantage of me over and over again.” “He wanted to keep me as his personal whore,” I added. "You lying bastard!" Jude screamed, thrashing against his leather restraints. "You twisted whore! That’s not how it happened!" Kiran’s jaw tightened. He stood up, the silver dagger disappearing into his sleeve as he walked over to Jude. He didn't ask any more questions and it was clear whose story he chose to believe. He leaned down, staring directly into Jude’s swollen face. "So you crave

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

"Lisa's father, the impotent husband of a slave we had briefly, and five of my poker buddies, though one of them is probably more gay than not, and a submissive and he's currently on the Pacific Crest Trail hiking for several months with a brand new girl dominant." "I doubt if you'll have problems with the delivery driver," Sam said. "Don't order food from there any more. The gay submissive shouldn't be a problem either. Just tell him to stay the fuck away. The impotent guy; if he's impotent, how did he fuck your slave and how often would you see him?" "He used a strap-on, and I doubt we'll see him again. His wife was serving as a slave due to his impotence, but he realized he might be able

Something about having money just gave an overwhelming sense of success. Let's do this! During my third go, I detoured into the shop faster than it takes the human eye to blink. A gust of cold breeze chilled me immediately. It was cool inside. The white lights overhead gave a peaceful, relaxing, and even serene feel. My lips paused in a wow as I noticed just how big the store was. There were so many different aisles with things I'd never seen before in my life. With my mouth wide open, I started the walk down the aisle. The aisle contained items of bondage. Handcuffs with timers, chains, colored ropes, blindfolds, blindfolds with cut-outs, something that looked like a torture mechanism.