Nonconsent Gay Stories Novels & Stories

He probably didn't believe him. "Just because I let myself go with you doesn't mean I'd let someone else do it too. That man had been dead meat before he could say condom." He stated in a firm voice, capturing his chin with one hand. "Also, I'll remind you that it's because of you that I found out I'm gay, but that doesn't mean I go around looking for some nice consenting ass at all hours of the day and night. Once you know the quality, you can't lower the bar." He added, trying to convince Adam that he was telling the truth.

"There's no story." "Oh, I disagree." She waves the polaroid in my face. The image had developed now—Simone's face half-hidden, but my profile is clear. "Damien Adams, tech philanthropist, fucks a stripper raw in a strip club. He calls himself daddy and begs her to cum." She tilts her head. "Your shareholders would love that." I remained unfazed. "This is illegal, whatever you publish would be taken down." "Who said anything about publishing?" She steps back, tucks the Polaroid into her tiny clutch purse. "You know where to find me."

•Simulated Sexual Assault •Consensual Non-consent •Strong Language •Graphic Violence •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for choosing to read my story! Your support means the world to me. I would love to hear your thoughts, so please feel free to leave a comment and vote if you enjoyed the book. Your feedback not only fuels my writing but also keeps me from talking to myself in a padded room. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• POINT OF VIEWS - POVs.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

Smithers asked. "Mr. Quinn engaged in giving oral sex to anonymous men, between four and sex men on each observed occasion," Agent O'Shea replied, glancing over at Quinn and seeing face flushed crimson. "He further engaged in receiving anal sex from one to two men on each observed occasion." "Your Honor, this is deplorable," Mr. Jordan said. "It is not against the law to be gay in our society today. It certainly doesn't imply any sort of moral turpitude."

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

"No means no. It doesn't matter who you are or how many people you've been with. You could've slept with a thousand men, and it still wouldn't matter. If you don't want one specific person, he doesn't get to force himself on you. That's not consent." I shook my head. "And just because you've slept with someone before doesn't mean you owe anyone else your body. It doesn't make you their property. It doesn't give them the right to take what you don't want to give." Anger simmered in my words. More than anything, I wanted her to understand that none of this was her fault. "Even if you said yes at first, Rory, you're allowed to change your mind. Anyone is." The hypocrisy of men like Ben made my

The crowd below was already reacting, confusion spreading, sympathy shifting. You taught them to question, Alaric’s voice brushed her mind gently. Now they’re questioning you. Lily closed her eyes, steadying her breath. “He wants me emotional,” she said. “Defensive. Divided.” Derek took her hands firmly. “Then don’t give him that.” She looked at him, eyes shining but steady. “He crossed a line.” “Yes,” Derek said. “And now he’s exposed himself.” Lily straightened slowly. “This isn’t just about omegas anymore,” she said. “It’s about consent. About who gets to tell our stories.”

“This could get you in trouble. It could get me in trouble. I could lose my license.” His voice was forceful like he was trying to convince himself more than me. But the bulge straining against his trousers betrayed him. His body already made the choice for him. “And that’s why you locked the door, Professor,” I whispered, heat in my voice. “If you don’t tell, I won’t tell.” “You’re so young,” he breathed, almost to himself. “I’m way above the legal age, and I give you my consent, Professor Collins.” I stared up at him, lips parted, voice thick with desire. “My pussy drips for you. Please take it.”

She’d done a shabby job, but at least the bullets were out. “Consider finishing it yourself,” she spat, more vim for herself than for me. Embarrassment flushed her face, her pouty lips engorged from excitement. “Where was this reservation when you were grinding on men in Tribeca?” The image of her rubbing against him, just hours ago, drew a dark haze of rage over my vision. “It’s called consent. I consented to that. I don’t consent to this.” I regarded her with quiet contempt, my rage simmering down. It was obvious she was lying to herself, and I didn’t have time to help her figure out her adult urges.