Gay Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

Her Master parked the car and turned to her. "OK slut we're here, we will walk over to those public toilets, some men will be waiting for you, I will negotiate a price for your services and you will perform as instructed, if you come without my express permission the video gets sent, understand?" "Yes Sir I'll be a good slut sir"

Finally, the slave looked up into his daddy's eyes and said, "Daddy, I don't like being fucked. It hurts and I can feel the men cumming inside me. It makes me feel like I'm less than a man to be treated like this. I'm not gay and I don't want to be made to service men's sexual desires." With that, the slave bowed his head in shame hoping that he had performed well. Brandon and Matt smiled at each other as they watched the young slave try to remember how to react as he would have as a free boy and then draw back into his training as a slave fuckboy. The two friends knew they were going to have a lot of fun with this boy. The men hardly noticed when Jacob had finished and John had taken his sp

In fifteen seconds, the slave slut climaxed like I did, her pussy juice left to run down to her stretched anus. Master had an erection now, but he surrendered his position as Dominant to Shasta. While he was idle, Master had Lisa give him a hummer. I would have happily done it, but I was still suspended upside down from the cross with my two nether holes filled, in the background for some of Evelyn's and future shots.

"You are kidding. right?" "No." All the confidence just evaporated and my body. Suddenly I feel very naked in front of him. What was I thinking baiting him like this? I tried hard to cover the panic on my face. "L-Like a sex slave?" "Yes and no. you will do everything and anything that is asked of you." Other things? "Like clean your toilets," I asked. He chucked lowering his head to my level whispering, "Cleaning my toilets to worshipping my dick, everything." I took a step back from him, I need time to understand all of this.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

, and with his long, strong body, he pressed himself against her, and then suddenly, he let go of his hand, and looked down on her as if she were an ant, his thin lips curling into a cold smile: "It's time to exercise your duty as a slave today, sleep with me for one night." Zona suspected that her ears had misheard, and in slow motion, she raised her head, "What did you say? I just went through ...." "You're a slave, do you want your master to accommodate your physical condition?" A touch of annoyance surged in his heart, abruptly! He buried his head, his thin lips pressing hard against Zona's half-open red lips, sticking his tongue into her mouth to maliciously mimic the thrusting and stir

She used to be defiant to the bullies in the orphanage and school, but never against the real mafia. “Now, let’s talk about your punishment.” The leader smirked, licking his lips as he unzipped his pants, “I just might let you live and get you a job if you please me today.” "I don’t need a job…” Evelyn answered automatically, her brain refusing to process what the man was about to do to her. “A job as a whore here!” The men burst into laughter at her murmur when Evelyn realized in desperation that the basement didn’t even have a window to give her a glimmer of hope of escaping.

The whip cracked through the air, its leather tip biting into my flesh. I clenched my teeth, determined not to cry out. He circled me slowly, his boots scuffing against the floor. "You thought you could escape, did you?" he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Foolish girl. You could run from me? I am not a weak teenage boy. You are a slave and I am your master now." He leaned closer to my ear and whispered.

He didn't want to take It, because according to it it also owned a famous club house. “You are beautiful and your body shape is sexy sister, I will make you the main star in the club if you agree. Okay fine, if you want to think about it first. It’s fine, when you are ready and you have decided to earn heaps of money datung. Halla! You’ve got me!” That was the last thing he said to the girl, he thought she was easily dazzled by money. Only one person was impressed by what the gay pimp told him that he was beautiful and sexy.

Damon said and the so-called Alfred brought out his phone, did something on it, and then kept it in his pocket. "WTF!! six million dollars!" uncle Damon yelled happily. "You can leave now!" Alfred, who hasn't spoken since they came in, finally spoke. And she must confess his voice sounded cold, very cold and it was also filled with so much authority. "Of course I will. You know she'll make a very good s***x slave!" uncle Damon said smiling and Lisa became numbed immediately at the mention of the " s**x slave ". "S***x slave?!" Lisa asked no one in particular. Her heart was beating so fast.