Male Sex Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Alpha King’s Sex Slave Chapter Six [Disvirgined] Talitha’s Pov If a seer had told me I was going face to face with my fears after running for so many years I would have countered that claim with strong beliefs he must have given up and faced other areas he wished to explore. Doesn’t he have Pack meetings, booze to fill his stomach, and lavish parties filled with multitudes of women willing to spend a night in his bed? This wasn’t my fate. The prophecy didn’t state of me being a slave but how was all this possible? How did I get easily caught and be turned into a sexual tool of gratification to a monster?

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.

“That sounds good, I agree!” “I agree!” “l agree!”. Just like that, the words i agree’ echoed repeatedly within the crowds, for money, they were willing to risk being hunted by humans to sell me. My legs finally gave in as I finally collapsed on the cold ground. Being sold as a slave was something worse than death. Who knew what hell would come upon me once i became a slave, it was so unimaginable but I stood no chance for a bargain seeing how enthusiastic the crowd was, and their affirmation of Beta Miguel’s suggestion, alpha Lawrence nodded his head, having to take up his mind, he turned to look at me nonchalantly and finally voiced out his decision,

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.”

I could still taste it all like it was happening right then: I was down in that dim-lit basement room of The Cum Cellar bar, blindfolded tight, completely naked on my knees, with my heavy tits bouncing as I got fucked. My nipples were already stiff while the men lined up and started rotating through me like I was their free-use toy. One man growled right against my lips as he kissed me deeply, “Open wide, slut, let me taste that filthy mouth,” while another locked both hands on my heavy tits and squeezed them so hard. Plap! Plap!! Plap!!!…he smacked them red, then sucked my nipples so rough I moaned loud. “Fuck yeah, listen to this whore moan for it,” he laughed. “These fat tits were made to

"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.