Nonconsent Gay Stories Novels & Stories

"She would not. She needs permission. It would infringe on your rights." "No." Conrad shook his head violently. Water flew from his hair. "No, she can do it. She can see. She knows. She probably already knows." "Conrad, you're not making sense." "I am." He gripped the edge of the sink. His knuckles went white. "I'm making perfect sense. You just don't understand. Because you are big and dumb. Consent does not matter when… Consent does not matter when you are cornered." I leaned against the bathroom wall and crossed my arms. This was bad. Worse than I'd realized. Conrad wasn't just high. He was having some kind of breakdown.

This chapter may be triggering to some. It contains consensual / non-consensual se*x with two men. Read at your own risk. James I could almost feel the noose tightening. Benson had called and wanted another interview. Just me this time. I'm glad. I never wanted Gayle mixed up in all this. She knew about Michael but only the bare bones. I didn't want to ever lie to her, but my humiliation was my own. I tried for two weeks to get that cage off my junk. I could have gone to a lock smith maybe? But that was too embarrassing. I didn't go to the cops for the same reason. I could hear the conversation in my head.

the doctor smiles at Kaine then continues to walk away. Going back into the room Kaine stops when Seth's parents both turn to him with stern looks, "are you ready to tell us what happened?" Seth's mother asks "Seth's girlfriend did this" he answers honestly "Cathy beat him this bad?" his dad asks "No, she... well I should start from the beginning" Kaine stops takes in a deep breath and lets it all out. "Seth and I were together secretly but then weren't anymore, because he was afraid of what people would say if they knew he was gay-"

Mrs Topher had told her that her son had a rare disorder associated with the loss of a loved one, where he wasn't attracted to females, and that he wasn't gay like those articles said. Considering what had happened between them at that hotel in Plaintwood that day, she knew for sure he wasn't gay, or maybe he was bisexual. She didn't care as long as he didn't try anything funny with her again, and if ever it were to happen, she had to consent to it. ' what are you saying Tori?!!! It would never happen with or without your consent!' Her brain told her. She smiled at herself, happy that Amber wasn't around to figure out her thoughts and tease her again about it.

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

Photos he didn’t know existed arriving, leaving the media definitively built their story. His gallery called, careful and apologetic, using words like “reputational exposure” and “postponing,” like three years of work could be shelved being gay wasn’t the problem it was being with someone like Damien Voss. Damien called four times. Lucas let every one go to voicemail… he wasn’t angry but he just couldn’t deal with everything now. he also didn’t know what either of them could say that would make this smaller than it already was.

“Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very office?” The crude word from his mouth sent a jolt straight between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, but the ache only deepened, a slow liquid throb. “Yes,” I voiced before I could stop myself. Shame and arousal tangled so tightly I couldn’t tell them apart. Dr Brandy’s lips curved, just a little. “Good. Honesty is the first rule.” He circled behind his desk and sat, pointing to the chair opposite him. “Sit. Open the document on your laptop. The journal entry. Read the first three paragraphs aloud and slowly.”

"I did some research. There's stuff on kids, which is gross. But very little on adults. I got on Reddit, and there were threads on it. A lot of fake stuff, but also a lot of family, like Janice's. And a famous case of a mother and son in Texas. There are no numbers of how many adult family members are enjoying sex. No surprise, who's going to tell, right? It comes down to consenting adults, that's it." I finished my work, and Dad had three more. "Consenting adults." He said. "I hadn't looked at it like that." I had moved out of the closet. I stood and watched Dad work, my sodden hair draped over my face, my glasses askew, sweat running down the crack of my ass. Dad was facing the rack of com

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

He watched her face as she read it—the understanding dawning, the color draining from her skin. "They can't do this," she said. "They can't just transfer you without asking—" "They can, and they did." Marcus felt numb. "It's a consortium decision. Apparently, they want me as the lead on behavioral neuroscience. It's a major opportunity for the university." "It's a major opportunity to separate us." Sienna's voice was sharp with anger. "Did you know about this?" "No. Not a word." "Can you refuse?" "Not without destroying my career. If I refuse an institutional directive like this, every university will hear about it. I'd be blacklisted before I could find a new position."