Men In Pain Femdom Novels & Stories

“Women experience dozens of times more pleasure than men do during this. For men, the peak is just a fleeting moment.” Adriana rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard of ‘male annihilators,’ but I’ve never seen women going around pulling men into bed for their ‘business.’ Who’s really in pain here?” Just as she finished speaking, a similar euphoric cry rang out from Henry’s tent—melodic, indulgent, and brimming with joy laced with pain. Adriana’s head felt like it was about to explode.

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

I feel my body tighten up as Holden pushes me closer and closer to another orgasm. "Harder! Both of you! Harder!" I cry out. They comply. Holden slamming into me with everything he's got, and Dean biting me harder, making me shiver. "Oh God! Pain! Give me pain!" I beg. Dean growls and stops biting me, but starts placing sharp slaps over my tender breasts. I cry out. "MORE!" I am so close, so fucking close. I am being worked over by both of these men. Holden takes my hint and while slamming into me, one hand grips my waist, digging his nails in harshly while the other grabs my clit and squeezes it.

Don grabbed the lube and lead me over to the bed. I got on the bed and bent over but Don wanted me on my back and I obeyed. He spread my legs and I pulled my knees up towards my chest offering myself to him. He pulled the g-string aside, exposing my asshole. He lubed his dick and placed it against my ass in preparation to penetrate me. I was able to see the concentration on his face as he carefully lined up his cock and began to push forward. His fat member stretched my asshole. I could see the look of pleasure on his face as the head entered. My tight ass gripping him as he pushed forward. His attention then turned to my face as he watched my expression as he pushed further into me. I wince

I threatened but the mam howled out a hideous laugh. "You think torture scares me, Bitch?" He scoffed again. "I've lived, breathed and made love to pain. It won't be anything new to me. They can torture me all they want but I won't break." The man stared up and down at me, trailing his eyes along my body. "But... If you really want to know, you can get on your knees, crawl over to me and put yourself to use." The man's words made me want to gag. I almost jumped when Sir Dominic suddenly lashed out, slamming his foot on the side of the man's head.

Nothing is done against the will in this lifestyle, but few people understand it. And some individuals tend to easily delude themselves with the idea that every BDSM practitioner is also adept at all the arts that cover the name. Not every dominator can be a practitioner of sadomasochism, for example, which was the case with Fred. The pain did not cause excitement in him, and was only used for punishment. Just as I was also not adept at masochism, because pain really didn't attract me at all.

“We’ll just have to break that, won’t we?” Stomping my heel into his shoe, I slam my head backward, connecting with his nose. A howl of pain comes from him, along with the satisfying crunch of the bone breaking. “Trust me, there is only one dom in my bedroom, and it’s me.” Another warrior tackles me to the ground, forcing to land face first. Goddess, what is with all these men being hard? His cock pressing into my back. “You cannot all be gay,” I growl, bucking away while the man groans, all of them secretly enjoying their resistance.

The man's voice was accompanied by a heavy panting sound from him. "It's okay, add money, add a hundred dollars and I’ll let you continue until tomorrow morning." The girl said delicately, "If you don't add money, you won’t touch me." "Okay, a hundred dollars more." The man hasn't been with a woman for two years, so even after the fifth round, he wasn't able to reach a climax . "Pay the money first." After the girl got the money, she giggled and said: "Do it gently, don’t hurt me."

More like it's crows. The man forced me beneath him and didn't hesitate before plugging his manhood into my hole, it was all pain...pure pain and disgust that I felt the moment he entered me. I cried out, begging him to just stop. The way he went in and out was ruthless, he didn't care the pain I was going through, the more I tried to free my hands from the crows, the more pain I felt. I didn't know what to do, my legs were now badly aching as he purposefully let out a deep satisfying moan and soon I felt him release into me.

These are just three random characters I've made up for this one shot, the submissive is a trans man (ftm) and the daddy and Master are cis men My daddy and Master have been edging me for hours on this bed. They've used everything they can think of to torture me with pleasure but haven't let me cum, bringing me dangerously close to the edge but never letting me feel the orgasm. They haven't even taken their leather pants off to reward me with their cocks.