The Backrooms--roleplay Novels & Stories

I try to look away, but it’s impossible not to be drawn in by the raw intimacy of it. “There are different rooms like this on this floor,” Dante says casually, standing behind me, as if we’re discussing something as normal as the weather. “Each one is designed for a specific audience. This one,” he gestures to the room behind the glass, “is always gay men. It’s basically live p**n, but with a twist—you can control it. Each room has a bidding system,” he explains, pointing toward the tinted glass on the opposite side. “You can place a bid for what you want them to do. If it’s the highest bid, you win.”

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.

"Son... the Scent... it’s... it’s too heavy." The Firewall began to collapse. The mercury-white logic was being replaced by a violent, violet-gold storm of "Unmapped Emotion." From the center of the unravelling Firewall, a massive black-and-gold door appeared—the "Backdoor" of the Gallery. And on the other side, Silas saw the "Real World" audience. Millions of humans, their eyes wide with a terrifying, ancient hunger. They weren't watching the show anymore. They were "Entering" it.

“Imagine walking into a room glowing in red light, velvet couches against the walls, music thick and pulsing. You don’t even make it past the entrance before you see a woman on her knees sucking two cocks at once, while another is bent over the bar getting fucked so hard the glasses shake. Nobody hides. Nobody pretends. It’s all out in the open—bodies sweaty, dripping, begging, taking.” Her words hit me like a drug. My grip on the steering wheel tightened, my breath uneven. Amila’s grin deepened, noticing. “There are rooms too,” she added, teasing me now. “Private spaces if you want to play one-on-one, or if you’ve got a kink to explore. Spanking benches. St. Andrew’s crosses. Swings. And th

Mismatched Mates #7 The Alpha's Gamble Chapter 1 Throw the Dice In my experience, private casino back rooms were plush, quiet oases, well stocked with top-shelf liquor, with absurdly attractive staff on call to cater to my every whim. Chairs so comfortable you could sleep in them, or even fuck on them—the staff really would cater to my every whim. I shifted in my seat, plastic armrests creaking, trying to find an angle for my ass that didn’t squish it against unyieldingly flat metal.

“You’ve been thinking about that night too, haven’t you? The way I spread your legs on that hotel bed. The way you were so wet for me even though you were nervous.” Marilyn moaned softly, her head falling back as his fingers traced teasing circles on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Heat flooded her core. She could feel herself growing slick, her body responding to him with embarrassing eagerness. “You were so tight,” Raymond continued, his voice a dark rumble against her ear. “So fucking tight around my cock. I had to go slow at first, remember? You were trembling underneath me, gasping my name like you couldn’t get enough.”

Pushing the door open, I hesitated on the threshold, trying to brace myself for what awaits me? The room was dimly lit, nearly pitch black, and I sucked in a sharp breath. I sucked in a sharp breath, taking it all in. It looked like a scene straight out of Fifty Shades of Grey, except darker-way darker. This was no ordinary room; this was a playroom-a dark, alluring prison outfitted with... equipment. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. Was all of this meant for me?

I tap the entry. Summary: Subject experienced a lucid erotic scenario involving an authority figure (Visual Match: Alex Reed). Setting: Server Room / Data Center. Key Elements: Sensory play, code projection on skin, temperature fluctuation. My blood turns to ice. I read the detailed description below. "You are standing in a room filled with humming black server racks. The air is freezing. Alex walks in. He is not wearing glasses. He touches your bare arm, and glowing blue binary code scrolls across your skin where his fingers trail. He whispers that you are the source code. He pushes you against the server rack. The metal is hot against your back, burning..."

Kamala answered. Kamala turned the light switch on, and I almost vomited on the spot. In the long hallway, there were multiple transparent rooms that had people having sex in them. In some rooms, there were also women giving birth by themselves on the floor. On the exterior of the rooms, there were labels written above them. Vampire. Leopard. Faerie. Witch. Fuck. Was this the program that she was talking about? Did she make a sex den for breeding rare-bloods? I looked at her in disgust while she looked at me with pride on her face.

Standing up, I let out a fierce growl, filling the room with my anger. Everything grinds to a halt, as my growl echoes in the room. The doors appear back on the walls and Andrew rushes to open the door that should be the door to the tearoom. But instead of finding the tearoom, Andrew charges into what is now a broom closet. He looks at me in confusion, before he runs to the next room trying to open the other doors. Each door leading to other room, none of which are the tearoom. Lilith’s evil laugh is filling room around me.