Knotted Penis Novels & Stories

They had large ones and small ones, pink and purple and black, curved and straight, thin and thick. And they had a small selection of dildos with knots, either permanently a part of the shaft or expandable after insertion. I’d gotten as far as putting one in my shopping cart before I slapped the laptop closed and took another shot of bourbon. Was that my future? Fucking myself on a knotted dildo and drinking myself to death? Going online and trolling for alpha hookups after all, only without the excuse of an experiment? Mostly getting over it eventually, like the sensible man I knew I could be, and…and what? Because that sounded impossible.

Tempomiss, a 24-year-old college student, was struggling with a peculiar problem that had been plaguing him for weeks. His penis, usually a source of pleasure, was now a constant source of discomfort. The problem was that it couldn't be kept in the air for too long without causing pain and irritation. He had consulted with his doctor, who had prescribed a cream and advised him to keep his penis at a lower level as much as possible. However, Tempomiss found the cream to be ineffective, and keeping his penis down was proving to be a challenge, especially during his daily activities.

I came a second time, even harder, body shaking uncontrollably, muffled screams vibrating around Knox’s dick. Kai’s thrusts turned erratic. His knot started swelling fast at the base of his cock, catching on my pussy lips with every stroke. “I’m knotting you now,” he warned, voice strained. “Gonna lock this cunt full and breed you deep.” He slammed forward hard. The thick knot stretched me brutally wide, forcing its way past my entrance and popping inside with a wet sound. The pressure was insane — my pussy stretched to its limit around the massive swelling. Kai roared and buried himself as deep as possible. His knot locked us together tight. Then he started pumping.

finished. Once his dick Destroyed my opening and rushed Inside me He started to swell. So there wasnt much thrusting going out in any way. He rushed inside and swell in 2 seconds. His knot went full Tennis ball and His dick gained at least another 5 cm . Or at least thats how it felt. I could feel his tip reaching the end of my insides and pocking painfully against my guts. While His knot was so hard and Stretching that my hole was under maximum tension it was like in school when your Friends help you Stretching after sport but only want to cause you pain in your legs. So this is the undisputed truth about it. Its fucking painfull. And this is going on for at least a minute or even two. But

He unbuckled his belt and dragged down his pants. My eyes widened when I saw his huge cock sprung up. I don’t think I could withstand him fucking me tonight. He was going to rip me apart if he rammed his cock into me! “Lorenzo, please let–“ “Shut up!” He warned. “Don’t ruin the mood.”

His cock springs free and I stop breathing. He's enormous. Thick as my forearm, long enough to make my stomach clench. But it's not just the size. His cock is ridged, bumps and textures running along the shaft that no human man has. And at the base, a thick swelling that looks even larger than the rest. "That's my knot." He sees where I'm looking. "When I cum inside you, it swells. Locks us together. Everyone will hear you screaming on my knot, princess. They'll know you're being bred."

“Made to take my cocks, my knot, my fucking seed.” His thrusts became harder, faster, more erratic. I could feel a change, a swelling at the base of his primary cock inside my pussy. It was getting bigger, thicker. “The knot comes,” he grunted, his voice guttural with effort. “You will take it. You will be locked to me.” I whimpered, my body straining as the bulbous knot forced its way into my already stretched pussy. The sensation was unbelievable—a final, complete claiming that locked us together.

Just enough. He slammed into me one last time, bottoming out deep in my womb. And then he swelled. I felt it happen—the base of his penis expanding rapidly, turning into a hard, unforgiving sphere. The knot. "Mine!" he roared, his voice distorting into a howl. The knot popped past my cervix entrance, locking us together. It was a feeling of absolute fullness, of being sealed shut. My inner muscles clamped down on him instinctively, spasming around the bulge.

Sensing the unusual silence and intensity, Kenneth asked, “Doctor, how is it?” The doctor shook his head helplessly and answered, “Mr. Wilson, I’m afraid that we can’t fix your problem. Based on our test and results, it shows that you suffer a disorder that we call penile necrosis, which means the nerves around your penis have suffered irreversible damage. I’m so sorry.” “Could it be that your hospital is not good enough?” Christopher asked.

"That's—that's not normal. That's not—people don't do this for five hours. Knots don't last this long. This is—" It's fine," I said quickly, trying to soothe the anxiety I could hear building. "It's normal. For us, at least." "How is this normal?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly. "I've never heard of anyone knotting for five hours. Most knots deflate after twenty minutes at most. This is—there's something wrong—" "There's nothing wrong," I insisted, my hand still making soothing circles on his stomach.