Open Mouth Gag Novels & Stories

Another strap circled my calves, then my ankles, cinched so snugly I could feel the leather pulse against my skin with every heartbeat. I couldn’t move at all now. Not to stand. Not to brace. Not to run. He lifted my chin with one finger, watching the panic flicker in my eyes. “There she is,” he whispered. “The moment your body realises it’s not yours anymore.” A tremor shook me. He reached to the side again and retrieved something small, black, and cruelly simple: a gag with a rounded mouthpiece, hinged and expandable. My breath caught. “Open,” he said. I hesitated for a fraction of a second - a tiny, terrified pause. His hand closed around my jaw instantly, thumb digging into one cheek, fi

He grabbed my face, trying to pry my mouth open, and I fought him with everything I had. “Open,” he said in that low, commanding voice. I shook my head violently. “No! Get away from me…” His fingers dug into my cheek so hard that pain shot through my face. My jaw twitched involuntarily because of the pain, and that one stupid second was enough to force my mouth open. “Leon…don’t..!” He shoved the sock inside, pushing it deep, so deep it almost touched the back of my throat. I gagged instantly, my eyes widening as I choked on the rough fabric.

Her hands fought his grip on her hair, but it was all useless. He crouched down, his other hand finding her chin. His fingers pressed against the bone, forcing her mouth open. A mild pain hit her as he held her jaw, tilting her head up. He stood back up, letting go of her hair to hold himself. With no warning, he slammed into her mouth, hitting the back of her teeth. She gagged and coughed, her nails digging into his arm as she tried to fight his grip, the pain intense.

I had to expand my throat to keep my gag reflects down. Gazing back up at him, I saw that his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed as he took in the feeling of my mouth on him. His mouth was opened slightly as he moaned softly. I used my hand to work his shaft has my tongue circled his tip. I felt his firm hands on the back of my head, deepening himself into my throat; I had to work hard to keep myself from throwing up on him again. He thrust his hips hard as he made his way in and out of my mouth. I widened my mouth to give him easier access.

"But I won't; I want to have my cum in that lousy mouth of yours." He flipped me over, then grappled my jaw. "Open wide,” he commanded, and before I could open my mouth, he buried himself inside my mouth, just doing his way as he pleased, while I was there choking and gagging on his hardness before he climaxed all over my mouth.

to which he replied “Shut the fuck up. Now open your mouth or I’m going to have to repeat the lesson that I taught you earlier.” He brought his cock to her mouth and she parted her lips for him since she did not want to be fucked in her ass again. He pushed deep into her throat making her choke and gag. He smiled at her discomfort while he thrusted in and out of her, sounds of suction echoed throughout the room and he gave her a “Shhhh” as he forcefully pushed himself inside of her, feeling the tension of her throat fighting and inviting him in at the same time. He fucked her mouth and she gagged appropriately, keeping as quiet as she could, but far from silent.

Eli's muscles strained against the restraints, a soft moan escaping his lips as the metal bit into his skin—just the way he liked it. Next, the gag: Zeke selected a ball gag from the wall, the red rubber gleaming under the low lights. He forced it between Eli's teeth, buckling it securely behind his head. Eli's eyes widened, muffled sounds vibrating against the gag as drool began to pool at the corners of his mouth, his face flushing with a mix of humiliation and arousal.

But since my mouth was full, I just let the question lie until I could talk again. "Breathe through your nose and see how much farther you can take me," he demanded, his voice a ragged croak. I opened my jaw, did my deep breathing exercises. I managed another inch maybe before I felt that desperate need to gag initiate. I eased back. Tried to swallow down the extra saliva in my mouth. His fingers dug into my scalp. "Sweet fuck, don't swallow." I held still, afraid I'd done something wrong. When he didn't move or give me any other instructions, I eased my head back. The muscles of my jaw starting to ache.

Gunner suddenly said again, cutting off my sentence. And as if I were hypnotized, I did what he asked me to do. I opened my mouth while keeping my eyes on his manhood, which was coming closer to me as Gunner was taking a step closer to my face. "Bigger," he said, referring to how big he wanted me to open my mouth. I did what he asked, my eyes still laser-focused on his cock, which seemed to be throbbing now that I could see it closer. And because I was too focused on his cock, I did not even notice anymore what Gunner was about to do. I only realized it when he had already taken a rough hold of my jaws and put a balled piece of clothing inside my opened mouth.

My throat groaned, but I wasn't stopping. I pulled back an inch and went forward again. "Glllg!" My throat groaned again, making my cheeks puff out. I can take more! My fingernails dug into the flesh of his ass as I forced myself deeper onto his cock. "Gllg!" I fully gagged this time, and my cheeks caved in. I held it, letting my throat wrap around his cock as I pushed deeper. "Glllg!" I gagged, and spit blew past my lips and down his cock.