Male Sex Slave Stories Novels & Stories

I keep sobbing, lying there like a corpse. Jesus! I can't bear it more. Please, get me out of here. I can't tolerate more. I'll die here. I'm a girl, not an animal. I'm his wife, not a mistress. I'm a human, not a slave. Every day, every night I'm tortured by him. Is it love? He doesn't love me. No matter how many times he says this, he doesn't love me. Adavan

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

I had never patronized any of the women being auctioned at the sex house, but that didn’t mean I had no idea what usually went on there. A while back, I had watched an old Mafia lord buy a woman from the sex house and turn her into a sex machine at his men’s club which he started a year ago. It was an only men’s club where all the men with high libidos and the urge to be violent during sex convened, especially the ones who needed to be discreet about it. All calibers of men attended that club, and they each took turns to fuck the woman he bought. It was a horrible sight to behold. The day I set eyes on two men fucking her from behind and in front was the last day I stepped into the club. I h

I cry out, but he doesn’t stop. He pounds me in front of them, fucking me openly and using me like the plaything that I am. “She was born for this,” he mutters. “Whose slut are you?” he demands, his voice coming out guttural. “Yours!” I scream. Dully, through the corner of my eyes, I see that the other masked men have taken out their cocks and are stroking themselves, but I don't get much of a look as He chokes me lightly, thrusting deep into me at that spot.

He paused, looking deep into my eyes, and then he started unzipping my gown, he hands roamed all around my body, touching my sensitive parts. “Master” I moaned when he reached down, he was teasing me, and he was enjoying my reaction to his touches. I wasn’t sure of what was happening, but I was enjoying every moment, he touches sent shivers down my spine. He reached down my legs and stared kissing it as if worshiping my body and started massaging my c*** and at that moment my moans could be held in the room. “Please Master, more, I want more” I cried out, moaning so loudly but he didn’t pay attention to me, and then I figured out, this was my punishment, he wanted me to beg for sex.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

He threw the paper in front of me, it is all filled with my important details. "The job you're looking at wasn't just a 'Secretary' it also had a sex slave on its own. I am finding some toys to be fun of me, using their body to make my body burn." He coldly smirked . "You're attractive and I can make you wet in an instant." My brows line to each other as I clench my fist. He's a jerk! A jerk! "Really? You can make me wet in an instant? You can't even make me moan if you try it right now." I said sarcastically. I also tried to have sex with other men but they can't make me moan even the feeling is good.

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.

I was no slut and he knew that. I didn't look back as we started riding out of the kingdom. I always had hope in Arlene up until this moment. She wasn't the sister I knew her to be. She...was a different person. From this moment onwards, to me, I had no family. "You're a slave, aren't you?" The barbarians voice started me. We had been riding for over three hours. Three hours of numbness. "Yes." My voice was barely above a whisper. "What's your story?"

They were rough, their scent alien. My eyes fell on Kasha. She whispered into my ears. “You were always a mistake, Ava. A wild seed, just like your mother. Now, you’ll be where you belong.” A sudden, terrifying realization dawned on me. The black market. The whispers of girls, unwanted or rebellious, sold off to the highest bidder. My stomach churned with hatred.This was it. This was my fate. I screamed, tried to fight, but their grip was strong. They dragged me out, I begged for my father's care. He stood there unmoved, emotionless. Kasha simply watched, her smile widening as they forced me into the car they came with.