Male Sex Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Inside the car, he was sitting cross-legged, staring into nothingness, but his mind was lingering on that hot sensation. Then his lips quivered in an unknown manner; he was given a name that he didn't imagine he could have. “DIRTY MALE PROSTITUTE,” he tested the word to himself, but it gave him chills of disgust, unlike how the wild Tigre's said it to him as if choking his true inner gender that was put to sleep for a long time; his inside was wailing like a thug. He sucked a mouthful of air and unconsciously put his fingertip to his lips, his mouth no longer quivering but smiling like a psycho.

I gasped out, trying hard to catch my breath as my fingers slipped deeper inside me. I pictured him grabbing me by the neck, dragging me back against his chest and snarling into my ear “Mine. You’re my sex slave.” The thought made my pussy gush out, it made my thighs tremble uncontrollably. My clit throbbed under my thumb as I cried hard, finding it impossible to keep quiet. Then I imagined his cock slamming into me so hard the bed would shake. His weight would be pinning me down as his hips pounded into mine. Every thrust would be going deep into my bones. Every time his waist hit mine I’d be sinking into heaven.

He commented, still baffled by what he just discovered. Smith was at the other VVIP table and there were two sexy women sitting beside him. It looks like he's enjoying their company. “He’s a regular here. Smith is one of the few men who tried to take Eve home. He even offered one million dollars for one night. And guess what? She declined!'' “One million dollars for one night? For a pussy? That’s ridiculous.” Phoenix couldn't understand why these men would pay such an amount just for a damn pussy! “You won’t say that if you see her.”

“How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?” I froze. “What? I….I just pay attention in class. Like everyone should. For the scholarship. Obviously.” Maya raised a brow. “Uh-huh.” I silently prayed they wouldn’t push. If they asked one more question, I knew I was going to blurt out everything. Thank God, Tasha slammed her palm on the table. “I’ve got news, guys.” We all jumped. “What?” Maya asked. Tasha grinned, wicked and proud. “I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.”

“Reyna’s in the box like a good little gift.” Gasps rippled through the church. Jade’s face went white. “Turn it off! That’s not…” But it kept playing. More men joining in. Jade getting passed around, begging for more while they covered her in cum. Then the clip shifted to my father, Senator Briggs, pressed against the wall with Mrs. Calloway, her tits out, moaning as he fucked her standing up. “Your married pussy feels so good,” he grunted. “Take it just like old times.”

"You’ve been starved for three years, and you think one round is enough to fill that hole?" "Richard..." I choked out, my fingers digging into the mattress. "I can't... I’m still shaking." "Good. Shake for me." He reached between my legs from behind, his fingers slick with our shared mess as he found my clit again. He didn't rub it gently this time; he used a fast, demanding pressure that had my hips bucking instinctively. "Did Manuel ever treat you like this? Did he ever make you feel like a piece of property?" "No," I gasped, the shame and the pleasure tangling together in my gut. "He was... he was always so careful."

The words were like an electric shock that bolted me back to reality. “What did you just say?” I asked him again. “I do not like to repeat myself young lady. I'm very sure you heard me.” He answered rudely. “I want you to be my slave. You will do anything I say without complaints. I will have control over your body and all that you do with it. Of course it's not for free, I will pay you. Do you understand?” Bastard. Rich bastard. Ugh ..I began to feel hatred for this man. Who does he think he is to tell me such an abominable thing?

I didn't say anything, I just looked at my hands and the tears starting pouring. ‘What about my dad, he must be worried sick about me. What about school? What do I do now?’, I asked myself. I've heard cases of sex trafficking of young girls and children's but never did I think it will happen to me. “SHUT THE FUCK UP STUPID BITCHES!!!”, The ugly man yelled at the girls. I flinched and I didn't want to imagine what this man can do to us. “You low lives are only alive because I approve of it! It seems you don't know what's going on here?! You were all sold to me so I own you!! I could kill you and throw you into the ocean and no one would find your body!!”, The fat man yelled.

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

Goosebumps jolting the nerves in my skin. Were there other slaves living here? Did they change the sheets? “I can’t say I haven’t had slaves before, I own quite a few, but you are going to be the first that I’ll train myself, you should be proud.” My spine stiffened with chill. His eyes were casual like he’d said a normal thing. He looked smug too, and he was still fondling his dick! Sex slaves were real people? The stranger in that anonymous app told me about it. I had called it a fantasy bluff, but were girls actually getting kidnapped like this?