Man Slave Manhwa Novels & Stories

Jean caught her breath in surprise. "Who chased you? Ghost?" He asked innocently. "Scarier than a ghost." Jean replied. The man Jean called Chan is Park Chanyeol. A native man of South Korean nationality who has lived in New York for a long time. Jean and Chanyeol have been friends since junior high school. Even in high school, they were in the same school. Jean called Chanyeol with Chan, and Chanyeol called Jean with Je. They were always together. They were even being called couple goals by the whole school.

The whip cracked through the air, its leather tip biting into my flesh. I clenched my teeth, determined not to cry out. He circled me slowly, his boots scuffing against the floor. "You thought you could escape, did you?" he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Foolish girl. You could run from me? I am not a weak teenage boy. You are a slave and I am your master now." He leaned closer to my ear and whispered.

I'd happily live without it and enjoy the alternative if it ever happened. Master finally seemed to accept we were happy without another man, then admitted he'd looked into getting a male slave for us. I started laughing and Master seemed confused. "Why are you laughing, slave?" Master asked. "I think you forgot the rules regarding your slaves having sex with other slaves, sir." "What rule?" "We can't have sex with any slave you won't have sex with. If we're to have sex with a male slave, you have to have sex with him as well." Lisa started laughing when I reminded her of the rule.

"Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time." I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

She repeated weakly, her lips trembling. “Three lines! Form three lines, fools,” Thorn growled, his long whip shining brightly in his hand. He quickly turned, his eyes fixed on me. “Get in line bitch,” he spat, his face twisted in a frown. “I'm try-ying,” I stuttered, pulling Steph. She could barely stand, her legs were bent making it impossible to lift her up. “Fuck!” I groaned, filled with frustration. The other slaves were already in line, murmuring within themselves.

Author Pov "S-Slave?" A small whisper left her lips almost inaudible but Gabriel heard her clearly. He smirked finally withdrawing his sword from her chin and placing it on the side table. Her eyes fell to the floor as she couldn't believe her ears. She felt like her eyes were going round and round while her mind was making a thumping sound because of all shocks that she was getting in one go. Gabriel smirked before slowly standing up from his massive sofa. "Yes, Slave. My slave." He slowly crouched down in front of her softly grabbing her cheeks. Her teary gaze met his cold ones.

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

They continued the meeting. Danika used her eyes to search out all the slaves that attended court. Every one of them seems to be having fun sitting down there and 'making their master feel good.' Two of them were caressing their master's body. The masters seem to be enjoying themselves. One of them unbuckled his leather pants, and the slave took at as her cue. She sat up and got in between his legs. Taking her master's phallus in her hand, she started caressing it playfully. Danika's cheeks heated, she felt embarrassed for the girl. The girl seems to be really enjoying herself.

said the snake man, Molun. I wanted to laugh in his face. Are you serious? I'm walking away with almost three quarters of a million. - "Are you certain, Master?" she asked him. I didn't like the sound of that at all. How could such a creepy character as Molun own her? It's not that I was unfamiliar with the concept of slavery, but he was so ... so disgusting, while she was so ... wow. - "Assk him." hissed Molun. Not on your life, snakeman, I thought. Not in a million years. You owe me 700 thousand, and I'm walking out of her with more money than I've ever dreamed of.

If only I can kill him off- His scarlet orbs glinted in a dangerous flash. "By the way, did I interrupted your nightlife? Well, dude, sorry about that." He nonchalantly apologized to him. There's no sincere feeling inside his words. Park Jihun purposely provokes the man's ire. He humorously laughs. "Go do your task, servant." "I am not your slave, Park Jihun!" He growled. The pale, cyan vein is visible on his white arm and his forehead. He tried his best to not break the phone into two pieces. "We have a mutual contract, not a master and slave contract!"