Novel & Cerita Submissive Male Stories

Just take a few things for the night, tomorrow you’ll come to get the rest. - But who told you I want to sleep with you? - I don’t need permission to have one of my submissives with me. - Sorry, sir, but I like sleeping alone. - What am I going to do with you? He approaches me slowly, towering over me with his height. He lifts my chin and brings our lips closer.

Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name. His message was already waiting. Ryan: Your profile says you're new to this. But your kink list says otherwise. Degradation, rough play, orgasm control, anal training. That's not a beginner's wishlist. So which is it—are you actually new, or are you just another sub looking for someone to feed her fantasies? Direct. Blunt. No bullshit. My pussy clenched. I typed back with one hand, still touching myself with the other. Me: New to the community. Not new to wanting to be treated like a whore. Does that answer your question?

I gave him a helping hand, tugging my pants lower. He hummed something I didn't hear before taking me into his mouth. A low moan caught in my throat. I tangled my fingers into his hair, holding his head steady as I began a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing deep until I grazed the back of his throat, then pulling out entirely. The internal warfare raging inside William was clear from across the room, and I know the fact that his only options were either watching or leaving, killed him. "Do you see how well your boyfriend takes a dick?" the third man, still buried balls deep in the submissive hole, spoke.. All his submissive could manage was a strained, high pitched whimper. "See how needy he i

Elias moaned into it despite himself, hips twitching up helplessly. Damien’s other hand slid down, groping Elias’s ass roughly, squeezing the soft, round flesh, fingers digging in deep. He pulled Elias’s sweatpants lower, fully exposing him, then wrapped his big hand around both their cocks, his own thick, heavy length pressing against Elias’s smaller one. “Feel that?” Damien groaned against his mouth, stroking them together in firm, possessive pumps. “This is what you do to me.” Elias sobbed into the kiss, overwhelmed. His cock was rock hard in Damien’s grip, leaking steadily against his stomach. Shame burned through him.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Third Person's POV "Well you see, that liquid comes from male submissives. With shifters, you have dominant males and you have submissive males. A dominant male can't get pregnant nor produce slick. Submissive males can get pregnant and produce slick. Just as a female would produce moisture down there when aroused, submissive males do as well. Although in men we call it slick..... That wetness you felt back there..... That was slick, and that means you're a submissive male." Blake said then Azrael began to laugh. He leaned back laughing then looked at Blake again to see he wasn't laughing. This caused Azrael to stop laughing.

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

"FUCK ME IN THE STORM! SHIFT MY WOMB, DOMINIC!" The wind picked up, blowing more rain onto us. Our bodies were slick with sweat and rainwater, making the sound of the sex even wetter. Squelch. Slap. Squelch. Dominic was a beast. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look at the dark sky while he hammered into me. "Tell me who owns this pussy!" he roared, his muscles bulging in the moonlight. "Tell me who owns you while the world sleeps!"

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

He’d left the question in the air expecting me to explode or to scare me. I’d met guys who liked to shock girls that they dated, trying to play up their masculinity. The problem was that Tim didn’t need to shock me to prove his masculinity. He oozed it. “So there’s got to be a story attached to that statement,” I said after I’d put my drink back down, trying to act calm at his crazy statement. “Not really. She was my submissive, and she told me ‘no’ when I gave her a command.” “You're submissive? Like 50 Shades of Grey submissive stuff?”