Male Sex Slave Stories の小説・ストーリー

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

It was illegal in Nigeria to run a prostitution home but I have bribed my way all through my years of operation and the Government had never disturbed me as long as I always remitted some money to them. Most of them even frequented the mansion to satisfy their sexual cravings and fantasies. My regular customer was Mallam Adamu who came to the mansion at least twice a week, he had insisted that he couldn't perform some sexual acts with his wife because it was unethical to have sex in such a manner and he didn't want to lose the respect his wife had for him because he believed his BDSM fantasy was too degrading to do with her. Mallam Adamu became a beast during sex and had killed one of my sex

I didn’t leave the bed for two days. Not because I wasn’t allowed—but because I couldn’t. After he fucked me in the SUV, Khalid carried me upstairs, laid me on silk sheets, and made me cum six more times before sunrise. Tongue, fingers, cock—he used every part of himself to wring me out like I was something spoiled and leaking. The next morning, my thighs ached and my mind buzzed like static. And still, when he pulled my legs apart again, I opened for him.

"Strong, young, able-bodied men who have fallen off the grid.” “Suzie!” I whisper-yelled in barely contained excitement. “You're insane.” She smirked like I'd just given her a compliment. “Some are ex-military with debts; some are marked men who need a place to disappear. They are sold as domestic assets. In reality? They are sex slaves. But the term is so... gauche. Think of them as high-end, private companions who are legally and physically bound to your discretion." I felt a jolt of shock, followed immediately by a sharp curiosity. "You’re joking. This isn't the eighteenth century."

I grit my teeth because of how this jerk teases me. “Damn you!” I growled and continued walking through the bathroom. I even slammed the door in annoyance. But after I locked the door, my legs started numbing. I fell to the ground while I was covering my lips. Even now, I still can't forget what we did last time. All the things which Aiden does to me are still so fresh inside of my head and there's no way for me to forget about him. I could never forget the steamy bed scenes that we shared.

" I nodded desperately. He slipped his cock between my lips. Now my mouth was full again. Three holes. Three men. Using me. Wrecking me. "She's perfect," someone whispered. "Just a perfect little whore. And she's ours.” “ She was made for this," another said. "Look at her tits, Goddamn.” Rough fingers pinched my nipples, tugged, twisted. I cried out, gagged on the cock in my mouth, clenched around the ones inside me. Michael groaned. "Cumming…, fuck, I'm gonna…” he grunted, his head tipped back.

But most watched, mesmerized by the raw, degrading spectacle. It didn’t take long. Max, already wound tight from humiliation and now this violent stimulation, tensed. “Fuck… I’m gonna…” he grunted. Camilla didn’t pull away. She took him deeper, her throat working around him as he erupted. We heard his choked cry, and then the wet, gulping sounds as Camilla swallowed convulsively, the muscles in her neck working. She stayed there for a long moment after he was spent, his softening dick still in her mouth, as if unsure what to do next.

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

I can still remember how it started, I was running away from some men who are all wearing black attire, chasing me. I think I just really encountered the wrong people, maybe they're one of those men of a notorious mafia boss'. They're chasing and aiming to kill me after l failed to pay them. My life is in danger, and it lead me into a mysterious man whom I bumped into and offered me to be his sex slave, in exchange of saving me from death and promised me that he'll protect my life.

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.