Gay Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

“I am irritated, what do you mean by homophobic I am offended by this…how could you treat him like a sex slave because of a debt!” She yelled. “He is clearly enjoying it..what is your problem?” Antonio smirked. He grabbed the man's hair again and fix him back to his crotch. “Clean up your mess you fool”. The young man was shaking all over,he immediately started licking him off. Angela saw him thrust the sex toy slowly in and out of the man's stuffed anus,the young man moaned and asked for more. Angela closed her eyes in horror. “Stop the car right away I am done..I can't do this anymore”.

“I am irritated, what do you mean by homophobic I am offended by this…how could you treat him like a sex slave because of a debt!” She yelled. “He is clearly enjoying it..what is your problem?” Antonio smirked. He grabbed the man's hair again and fix him back to his crotch. “Clean up your mess you fool”. The young man was shaking all over,he immediately started licking him off. Angela saw him thrust the sex toy slowly in and out of the man's stuffed anus,the young man moaned and asked for more. Angela closed her eyes in horror. “Stop the car right away I am done..I can't do this anymore”.

"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

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

He ordered. Biting my lower lip, I obeyed what he said. Few slaps on my butt landed before Adam roughly entered me again. “Is it good?” He whispered while thrusting in and out. Slowly, I nodded and spoke. “Y-Yes. Y-Yes, daddy!” Another spank landed on my butt. “Ahh, f-ck. My sub.” I thought in just one orgasm, both of us will stop. But the contrary happened. My body felt tired as my p-ssy is already swollen. Even me is still gasping for air to breathe in and out.

The black hair fell to her waist, the white skin dyed red, her luscious breasts, and the nervous eyes looking at him. And when Agatha slowly spread her legs, Brett saw the juice dripping on her pussy. ‘She’s getting wet,’ Brett thought. Agatha’s face was filled with embarrassment, but her body reacted to Brett’s words. For the first time, Brett was happy that he bought Agatha as his slave, and she should obey everything he says. “That’s right, Agatha. Your appearance right now is very sexy,” saying this, Brett pulled down his shorts and grabbed his c*ck.

Tears dripped down my face and I sit in the bed. THEODORE. That is the part I do not want to see about her, I hate to see her cry but I have to scare her , I hate that I had to say all of those words to her because I do not see her as my slave , I see her as a wife, as someone so dear to my heart. I walk to her and sit beside her, I kiss her on the lips and she stood up. “ Leave me alone, I agree that I am your slave and I can’t go anywhere, I agree I belong to you but you can go to your so call baby mama, defend her and take me for a liar” she said.

floozies. ‘Why should it matter?’ she’d argued with herself a thousand times in the middle of the night while she lay alone and he was off tending to his companion du jour. ‘What we have is so much deeper than sex…’ God! It was all so desperate… So delusional and terribly, gut-wrenchingly pathetic. Addison held a shoe in each hand now, like potential weapons, and she allowed herself a grim moment of amusement as she watched Andrey’s ever-calculating gaze move to the sharp stiletto heels immediately as if he joined her in imagining her sinking them deep into his jugular.

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.