Submissive Male Stories Novels & Stories

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

It’s like he’s peeling me open with just a glance. If resting bitch face had a god, it would be Aiden Abbott. There are stories—so many stories. Of girls from town taken on his motorcycle, driven deep into the woods. Where no one hears them scream. He doesn’t have a submissive. Apparently, he doesn’t want one. He’s had many. Discarded them all like trash after he used them. Some say he’s had sex with them—ruining them forever. Deemed unworthy for marriage. Still, he’s the most sought-after dominant here.

She said and my heartbeat increased, it was exactly the same thing that happened to me. “I thought the heavens might have answered my prayers. He was handsome and hot so I just needed to give him my body to satisfy him anyway he wanted. He didn't let me touch him even for one day, some days he was rough, some days he was smooth. I satisfied his sexual fantasies for just one week.” She explained. “One week?” I repeated, my gaze glued to hers. “Yes, because I got tired and found a way to help myself out. I said I didn't want to be his submissive again. But then, guess what? The solution I found all went to naught. I later figured he had a hand in it”

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

“The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—” He cut me off with a kiss, mouth bruising, and tongue claiming, tasting of smoke and holy bread. His hand replaced mine, two fingers curling inside me, thumb on my clit, and relentless, perfect. I came hard, knees buckling, and his arm the only thing keeping me upright, my release flooding his fingers, dripping down my thighs, and pooling on the stone. The cameras caught every shudder, every tear, and every drop. He pulled back, lips wet with me, eyes glowing in the candlelight.

Although not enough to convince me she'd be into that sort of thing for real. On the Literotica site she predominantly read submissive women stories which included a wide range from gangbang, interracial, lesbian, illustrated and incest. Stories like: 'Backseat Mommy', 'What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks Her', 'Pet Mommy' and 'Mommy Slut'. In most of those, the mother was submissive to her son. Not going to lie, I almost burst right then and there. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as I read the entire "Mom-Son" series.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.

“You hyper focused on the bondage and discipline and the sadism and masochism, so you’ve forgotten the core of it is dominance and submission, which takes on many different forms. You only know what you think your limits could be, not what they actually are. I’m not throwing you in the deep end.” I mulled over his words. Isaac was - as usual - correct, which annoyed me. The kinks I read about sounded fun, but come to think of it, most of the stories depicted girls with no experience withstanding an extreme number of spankings with multiple implements, gags, and shibari knots right off the bat. It was unrealistic. I curled into Isaac’s side. His arms immediately wrapped around me, providing m