Submissive Male Stories Novels & Stories

"Specifically." Sebastian's eyes heated. "I'm a dominant. I enjoy control, both in and out of the bedroom. I want someone who can submit to that control, who finds pleasure in obedience. I want someone responsive, eager to please, willing to be trained." "Trained." The word stuck in Kai's throat.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

It was not the usual flirting or slow burn office tension, it was something deeper… darker! “A submissive is not powerless,” Maxwell said calmly. “A good dominant understands responsibility before control.” The way he spoke about it made it obvious this wasn’t fantasy to him. This was experience. A practice… lifestyle even. And for some reason that realization sent a dangerous thrill through me, blood spiraling straight to my cock which of course didn't go unnoticed by him… again. “Curious?” he asked softly after a brief pause. I should’ve lied instead, I rasped out a breathy, “yes.”

I say standing up after I had squatted for some time so I could stare comfortably at her. I turned my back to her and walked away to the store room which was a few rooms away from the bedroom we had slept in last night. To be specific that wasn't the room I usually sleep in, I punish whichever submissive I pick on the island by tying them against the bars and locking up windows while keeping them naked with the doors locked and they sweat until morning, then I return to them to carry out my pleasure on them. By then they would have been weak and I would just be in control but it didn't go as I wanted it with Micah.

“This cunt was made for me. Only me. No one else gets to touch you. Ever.” I was a moaning, shaking mess beneath him. Legs locked around his waist. Nails clawing down his back hard enough to draw blood. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. “Beg,” he ordered, voice lethal. “Beg your husband to fuck you harder.” “Please…” I sobbed, voice wrecked and desperate. “Please, Dante- harder- don’t stop- I need you!”

In this collection, you are going to meet powerful male leads who take what they want and leave everlasting marks on the women who cross their paths. And if you enjoyed the ride, leave a comment below sharing what you thought of the story, your feedback is something I always look forward to when staring at the screen during the late nights, while I write these raw leads to my intense story. Thank you again for diving into this world of 50 NIGHTS OF SINS with me. I hope these stories pull you in completely. With all my gratitude, Gold Above Story

These are just three random characters I've made up for this one shot, the submissive is a trans man (ftm) and the daddy and Master are cis men My daddy and Master have been edging me for hours on this bed. They've used everything they can think of to torture me with pleasure but haven't let me cum, bringing me dangerously close to the edge but never letting me feel the orgasm. They haven't even taken their leather pants off to reward me with their cocks.

His arms slip around Harris' waist and pull him closer. "In the dragon kingdom, Alpha males can be either dominant or submissive, all of the ranks can. Submissive Alphas are rare, there are not as many, and they are mated to dominant Alphas. I'm a dragon king, a dominant Alpha, therefore I would be mated to a submissive male. I know with werewolves, Alphas are usually dominant-" "Not usually, always! There's never been a submissive Alpha, ever!" Atticus smiled as he brought his hand to Harris' face.

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio