Gay Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

They dragged her to her feet, pushing her towards the bathroom. "You're going to be our little fuck toy from now on," the leader said. "You'll do whatever we tell you to do, whenever we tell you to do it. Understand?" Nishitha nodded, too exhausted and defeated to protest. And so began Nishitha's new life as the PG's fuck slave. She was forced to clean the girls' vaginas and assholes with her tongue after they used the toilet. She was made to service the men who came to the house, sucking their cocks and taking their loads in every hole.

Fu8ck I was hard already. "This is what's going to happen. We have decided to share you both. I'm fuc8king Slave today and Daniel is fuc8king Cu8m Sl8ut. You are our slaves, so anything goes. Do you want to safe-word, either of you?" Neil demanded in a deep voice that brooked no argument.

I begged, thankful that at least the gag was still off. “He’s my sex slave, bitch, I can do what I want with him!” She grabbed him and hauled him upright; I could hear her loud footsteps and his shuffling, reticent ones. “You’re coming with me, slave. I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget. Oh!” She started to laugh, cackling loudly. “You’ve got out of your ropes. You are a strong one, aren’t you?” Keila purred. It made me feel sick. What was that psycho going to do to him?

Tasha recoiled in her seat as she wasn't sure if it was about that but she knew that it was the only thing she could remember doing and she wondered if Fabian had found out the real truth behind everything and how she only made up a lie to get Loretta punished. "I mean Fabian's new pet, mother. That's who I'm referring to." Tasha finally said after a long pause and looking at how Fabian seemed to be infuriated by what she said. "How dare you call her a slave? What right do you have to call her that when I didn't give you the power to?" Fabian thundered as he fumed and almost hurt himself as he felt a sharp pain which he grunted a little bit to, making sure it was not visible enough to the wh

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

He got turned on just by watching her touch herself sensually. A soft moan escaped from his lips, but not loud enough for Adena to hear. His manhood was growing in size, just by watching his slave take a bath. He never thought he would lust after his slave like this. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful slave he had ever had, with defined curves. He watched as she ran her fingers through her hair, then caressed her n!pples and how she let the shower pour on her wounded back. "F*ck" he breathed out. He was turning her on so bad that he almost lost control. He wanted to pounce on her inside the shower, right there. But he wasn't going to let himself stoop that low, she was a slave.

But my ass hurt a lot and then the canal smelled so bad, like terrible. I looked at Yaya because she’s now covering her nose. The other people looked at me, and then the others were forcing themselves not to laugh. Looking at my dress that used to be pink, now it looks like it turned black...? “Do I smell so bad, Yaya Celine?” I gaze at her, blinking. Oh yeah, I smell so bad. Even my nose is hurting because of this smell. How much more of Yaya Celine? “No, you smell so good even though you fell in the canal, Senorita.” I can’t help my smirk. I know she’s lying. I can see in her eyes. Do people still smell good after falling into a canal?

he drawled, like this was some sort of business deal instead of my entire life being sold off. I ignored him, lips pressed into a thin line, but the silence only seemed to amuse him more. His mouth curved wider, slow and cruel, like he enjoyed the taste of my dread. “Don’t sulk, little menace. You should be honored. Out of all the worthless wolves, I chose you.” Honored? I wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, my nails dug crescents into the paper, the words Omega Slave blurring under my grip. “Why’d I want to be your slave?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

Regan shouted at Luke, ′′So how is that? I'll make you now my slave here Kyla. Would you mind if I ask you to give me water?" Regan ordered me, while I was just looking at Helix, hoping he winked at me, that's the signal of pretending but he just ignored me. I just stood up and obeyed the command of the gay bisexual Regan! It feels great to beheaded someone! If only I wasn't able to be patient maybe this would be deads!

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.