Masochism Story Novels & Stories

Sure, I had experienced extreme spanking that made my ass sting for days, as well as the welts from being whipped. But it was more of a sting than actual pain. Apparently, masochism involved only deriving pleasure from pain. I just liked being cuffed to a bed and being edged until Nero decided he wanted me to have an orgasm. I didn’t even want to know what kind of sadism Nico enjoyed. I knew Nero wouldn’t put me through everything his brother enjoyed because he knew I was scared. I was curious but not curious enough. Nero came back into the room with a long rope that had been folded multiple times so he could carry it. He was in sweatpants and nothing else, and I couldn’t help but ogle him.

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

I walked out. Ever since I was a kid I had known about the mafia and I started getting trained since I was 16 by a guy I met during my childhood. I always went there after work which was always very tiresome for me cuz I also had to deal with my dad's beating after that. I've never been out if control except when I let my emotions get to me; especially my anger. I never wanted to expose this part of me but Theodore Black brought it out and I hope he knows a way to put this part of me back where it came from because I don't think she's going back anytime soon.

His mother was a Madam in a mens club, so growing up not knowing his father and being around so many women has made him extremely protective towards females. He often kept an eye on the ladies when they were working, dealing with any unruly punters. It was not long after his twenty-first birthday that he was turned, and seventy years later I found him. Even back then he had a thirst for causing pain, he had a side to him I had very rarely seen in anyone outside my family. When I say he made torture look like art i am not kidding, there was something kinda beautiful about him at work. Often I would just sit back and watch him do his thing. Masimo loved weapons, it was him who bought me my cus

Or Hazel Smith, which is her name at that time. He's the only one who knows how badly Wolfaraine battled with his horrible past every day of his life—those times in the lab would drive another male insane, but he'd been controlling it. He'd been trying to beat those traumatic experience, even when it doesn't help that there's a part of him so feral and close to insanity. Only to find out that his mate was among the women he'd molested under the influence of those inhumane drugs. Not only that, everything she had to go through as an eight-year-old recovering from the most brutal rape experience anyone should ever go through. The consequences that followed—

Gross! "Bite me in any way and I'll kill you" he snaps out in between thrusts. I feel so disgusting and used. I doubt my loves will want me after this. I feel more lube being poured back there before Markus slams into me. I moan loudly as both men abuse my holes. I close my eyes as the tears fall freely down my face. Dan suddenly cums down my throat as Markus bites my shoulder hard as he fills my ass up with his nasty cum. I still have yet to cum as I'm flipped over onto my back and laid on top of Dan as he slides into my messy ass. The couple are getting ready to join as the woman rolls a condom down my shaft before all the way down making both of us moan loudly. Dan starts thrusting up in

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His voice became heavy with emotion, “I was taken into the Guero Mafioso before I learned the alphabets, I was literally born into the life of crime.” He went quiet for a while and I almost thought he had withdrawn back to his protective shell until he cleared his throat and continued, “I-I was raped Dom, I was raped by the Mafioso boss, Guero Madrigal. I was barely ten years old then.” The next breath he drew was shaky and I crept my arm towards him till I linked my fingers with his, giving him the support he needed in this moment, “After the first time, I thought it would stop and it was the only way to gain favor with Boss but I was wrong, it happened the second time, third time, fourth t

His gaze softened further, and he shifted, his posture becoming more relaxed, yet still focused on me with an intensity that made me feel truly seen. "I’ve been exploring and studying sadomasochism techniques recently," he began, his voice calm and steady. "There’s a lot to it, so much to learn. I’ve discovered new methods, things that aren’t just about pleasure, but about deepening trust and connection. It’s not only physical—it’s about creating an experience that we both enjoy and grow from."

He chuckled before he handed me my phone back. "Besides, Alec hasn't been punished in a long time. He's more afraid of his addiction to pain than he is of what his husband will do to him tonight." Bo explained before I gasped. Bo smiled and said, "Everyone has their own vices. Some are more acceptable than others." My eyes widened before I blurted out, "What is your vice?!" Bo smiled and said, "I am a dominant sadist who is obsessed with his bratty masochist."