Submissive Male Stories Novels & Stories

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

The man was remarkable and he had managed to enslave me with his cock. My polysexual nature was seeing its last days and even though I didn't want to admit it, I knew. Having one lover or sex partner was a myth. Monogamy in sex was a sick strategy insecure men used to claim dominance over women. Yet here I was seeing myself being with no other man but him. Master Cole was different. Everything that had initially made me hate him enough to want to strangle him were the same qualities making me intoxicated. One afternoon while we lay on his bed naked he said grimly, "I think I must be bewitched."

Then he yanked out the butt plug, and as the essence of her desire slipped down her thighs, he sheathed himself with a condom and slammed into her ass. *** Fuck. Mikhail fucked her like an animal. Ruthlessly. Cruelly. He yanked at the chains that held her hands captive, and pulled at the collar around her neck, sending a message across as he fucked her in front of an image of her on her knees, She was a property to him. "Such a fucking tight hole." There was no kiss, no caressing touch on her skin, no whispers in the dark. This was exactly what he had intended for it to be,

Wouldn’t it be fun to have this super stud here do that while I filled his head with all sorts of lewd things about me? Oh, fuck! The thought of that was making me so wet. “Lesson one, Tory.” I purred at the stud. “Worshipping the woman of your dreams -are you ready?” “I am always ready, An-Gel-Aa.” His green eyes glittered and he grinned. “Great!” I clapped my hands. “The first lesson is what every man on Earth does until he meets his first woman – and that it jerking off to the anticipation of that moment. I’m going to teach you how to jerk-off while you fantasize about

"Liam, oh god, Liam... please..." I suck her with a focused, aggressive hunger. I’m not being sweet or romantic. I’m just being a plain dominant. I’m showing Adam that every single inch of her belongs to my will, and that I can make her body betray her whenever I want. Sloane’s hips start to buck against the table, the heavy wood legs sliding an inch against the floor with every heave of her body. She’s crying out now, the sounds messy and filthy.

In the first room, a leather-clad Domme cracked a whip toward a male submissive who was bent over and restrained in old-fashioned stocks. Scott glanced at Jade, who kept her eyes downcast. With a hand on the small of her back, he continued forward to the next room. There, a bare-chested Master Dominant in leather pants was just fastening a nude female slave, spread eagle, to a St. Andrews Cross.

What would it feel like to be locked in that cage, naked and waiting, with his footsteps approaching? I kept reading, heart racing faster. He had a list of rules for subs and that was to address him as Dom always, no touching yourself without permission, and daily tasks to prove devotion. One entry talked about a scene he'd done, binding a guy, edging him for hours with a vibrator on his cock, denying him release until he begged to be broken. Then, finally, fucking him rough while the viberator still buzzed inside him. Reading those words made me leak, my hole aching, empty and desperate. I wanted that denial, the slow build, the flood of release, the overwhelming sensation of being taken ha