Nonconsent Gay Stories Novels & Stories

"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."

“I just wanted to come home. He was so cruel to me after he took my body. He accused me of drugging him, of forcing him. Officer I’m scared. We had consensual sex and he is claiming I took advantage of him.” “We don’t want her accused of running from the law. We came here in good faith to show we have nothing to hide. We want everyone from LA to Boston to know where she is and how she can be reached, but most importantly we want everyone to know she is innocent.” “I would have gone to a lawyer rather than us, but we will contact LAPD and see what if anything they need from you. We will pass on your statement as well. Let me review this with you. You state that after a successful mee

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."

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

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

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going.

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.