Gay Master Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Sigh, I guess I must thank him for never agreeing to that but they never stop and I am afraid that one day he will just give in and agree. I don’t want to imagine what that day would be like, for now that it has not happen I will keep thanking whoever is out there looking out for me. When we get to the pack we are welcomed and shown to our rooms. Of course, I am sharing with Austin, a slave shares a room with the master and sleeps on the floor so that he or she can be able to take care of his alpha’s needs whenever he needs them to. They must even think that I am sleeping with Austin, maybe that is the reason why they keeping asking him for a night with me.

One in my pussy, one in my ass, one in my mouth, the fourth slapping my clit and tits while I came over and over. Cum dripped from every hole. My legs shook. My voice grew hoarse from screaming. My tied ex watched the entire time. His cock stayed rock-hard but untouched. Tears ran down his face. He was broken, humiliated, leaking precum, begging us to stop. “Please… Amy… I’m sorry…” I laughed breathlessly, riding another cock while cum leaked from my ass. “You’re not sorry yet,” I whispered. “But you will be.” The men kept fucking me until the tied man was a sobbing, trembling mess — cock purple and aching, completely destroyed by the sight of his “good girl” getting gang-fucked into oblivio

I panicked. "What's that?" Perhaps not being allowed to get an education was every slaves worst disadvantage. "The liquid, I release while we're having sex to make sure you're moist enough." He explained. I immediately felt afraid. "You're not pregnant, precum is usually dead sperm cells. Trust me, I want to but.." "I should probably leave before I get in more trouble." Regret was suddenly dawning onto me. I was scared, I was playing with fire. If anything ever happened, Master William would get a pat on the back while I felt all the shame and took all the punishment.

Another message popped up on my phone twenty seconds later, ‘You're such a naughty little girl, I will add you to my slave collection, you'd serve me just fine, a true whóre you are’ A small giggle left my mouth, so he wasn't judging me? From our previous chats so far, it was evident this stranger was a dom, and I didn’t know if it was true, but he told me that he owned sèx slaves, true whóres who were only born to worship his supreme cóck. I bet he was lying, that had to be his darkest fantasy he was claiming to be true. I didn’t mind it though, this app was created to confess the darkest things about us that no one knew about. And while our chats excite me and sometimes I even stroked myse

That bastard didn't help you if he just wanted to have you for himself as a sex slave! "The only person who wanted me as his sex slave is the High priest!! What do you think that special gift means for some of us who turn 21, huh you don't know do you!!.....They force us to have sex with them and then tell us that now we are finally a real woman or man!.....it's disgusting Mark and wrong, it's rape!!! That's why i run and they man I'm with keeps me save and love me for who i am and i love him for who he is so don't talk bad about my man Mark because you are not half a man he is!! Now leave me alone!!"

“My bad. I’m happy to be one of his sex slaves. Unlike you, does it look like I care who he sleeps with? I’m just here for fun. You hardly have fun, Mrs. James. Learn to enjoy some fun every once in a while.” Gab paused then paused to whisper something in her ear lobes. “I can hook you up sometime. I know some really stud and hulky-looking guys. They make dry bones come alive with an abundance of wetness. I can get you one of those.” By now, Gab walked back to sit comfortably on Mr James’ lap – smoothening his semi-hardness. “Young lady, you had better come untie me. Or are you afraid of what I’d do to you?”

"FUCK ME LIKE A BOSS! CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!" Dominic was going crazy. He was talking dirty, calling me his "little office slut" and his "forbidden gift." The words made my blood boil. I felt like a wild animal. I started to bounce on him, my hair flying in my face, my moans turning into raw, animalistic growls. "TELL ME!" he roared, his hands digging into my thighs until his fingerprints stayed behind. "WHO IS THE MASTER OF THIS HOUSE TONIGHT?" "YOU! YOU ARE!" I yelled. "FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!"

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

Warning !!! Mature content (18+) The story contains scenes of abuse, B***M, s*x and extreme bullying. His fingers continued their relentless exploration, expertly finding and teasing my most sensitive spots. I bit my lip, desperately trying to resist the unwelcome sensations flooding through me. "Your body betrays you," he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear. "You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth." I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face.