Below you can find the complete collection of stories by ANSH.
23 Nov 2025 comments
My chest is still heaving, my face sticky and warm with his release. The taste of us—bitter, musky, profoundly intimate—is still on my tongue. I feel his cum starting to cool on my cheek, a drying map of his possession. I am a wreck on the office floor, and I have never felt more complete.
22 Nov 2025 comments
The only sound was the hum of the server room and the clack of my keyboard. My eyes burned from staring at the code, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the empty cubicles. “Burning the midnight oil, Rohan ?”
21 Nov 2025 comments
The sudden drop in television volume was a bucket of ice water. Masi’s voice, sharp with suspicion, sliced through the door. “Ansh? Rishav? Is everything alright in there? It got very quiet.”
20 Nov 2025 comments
The knowing glint in Masi’s eyes felt like a laser sight on his forehead, “It’s, uh… a lot of isometric holds,” Rishav stammered. “You know. For core stability.” He dared a glance at Ansh, who was chewing his food with a look of supreme, smug satisfaction.
19 Nov 2025 comments
Ansh’s eyes, dark and commanding, held his. That faint, dangerous smile didn’t fade. His hand, slick with their sweat, slid down Rishav’s stomach, his fingers tracing through the sticky mess on his skin.
18 Nov 2025 comments
Ansh’s eyes, dark and commanding, held his. That faint, dangerous smile didn’t fade. “Think you can get hard again?" The taste was explosive—salt, sweat, and the distinct, musky flavor of his own ass and their combined cum
17 Nov 2025 comments
The steam from the shower wrapped around them like a secret, thick and heavy. Rishav’s heart was still hammering, a wild drumbeat of panic and residual ecstasy. Ansh’s hand clamped over his mouth, stifling any sound as they listened.
16 Nov 2025 comments
The door to Ansh’s apartment clicked shut, and Rishav was immediately pressed against it, Ansh’s mouth crashing down on his. This wasn’t like the hotel. This was different. This was Ansh’s space, his territory, and the air was thick with the promise of total ownership.
15 Nov 2025 comments
The hot water beat down on them, but Rishav was consumed by a different kind of heat. The sight of Ansh’s cum, his cum, still painting his thigh even as the soap tried to wash it away, unlocked something desperate and wild inside him.
14 Nov 2025 comments
Rishav was scrolling, a bored, lonely flick of his thumb through a grid of faceless torsos and vague bios on Grindr, messages blurred together into a monotonous loop of disinterest. Ansh... oh god, Ansh...
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13 Nov 2025 comments
The command is a lash of pure dominance in the cool night air. It’s not a request. It’s a demand that bypasses my brain and goes straight to my core, making my already dripping hole clench around nothing.
12 Nov 2025 comments
The warmth of Master Ansh’s cum is a brand inside me, a thick, pulsing reminder of my place. I can feel it, a heavy, liquid heat nestled deep in my core, already beginning its slow, inevitable descent.
11 Nov 2025 comments
The predatory smile on Master Ansh’s face is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t reach his eyes...
9 Nov 2025 comments
The silver-haired man’s smile is a slash of white in the dim light. His fingers, still resting possessively on my cage through the denim, exert the slightest pressure. It’s not painful. It’s a promise.
8 Nov 2025 comments
The taste of Master’s claim is a sacrament on my tongue, bitter and perfect. I lap at Aryan’s ruined entrance, my fingers working deep inside him, stretching him for the audience he doesn’t even know yet...
7 Nov 2025 comments
The air is thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and Master’s absolute control. My wrists are still bound to the towel rack, the coarse fabric digging into my skin, a constant reminder of my place. I am a display...
6 Nov 2025 comments
The world is nothing but sensation, a symphony of flesh and submission. Master Ansh’s cock is a branding iron buried deep inside me, stretching me to a perfect, aching fullness that somehow eclipses the three loads already churning within me.
5 Nov 2025 comments
The cold wood of the hairbrush rests on my burning skin, a promise of more pain. Master Ansh’s breath is hot on my ear...
4 Nov 2025 comments
The cold tile is a shocking contrast to the heat of my spent body. My skin is tacky with sweat, my insides are a warm, liquid mess of their combined release. I am empty.
3 Nov 2025 comments
The door to Professor Pritam’s office washroom swung open, breaking the intense, private world he’d built around us. My heart, already hammering from his brutal fucking, seized with a new kind of terror. Who—?
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2 Nov 2025 comments
The washroom door flew open with a force that cracked it against the tiled wall. The sound was a gunshot in the humid, sex-filled air...
1 Nov 2025 comments
The heavy silence in the room was broken only by our ragged breathing. The choice Master had forced upon me was an impossible knot in my gut...
31 Oct 2025 comments
The silence after Master’s final command was a physical thing, thick and heavy with anticipation. Rohan’s eyes, dark and possessive, never left mine as he moved behind me..
30 Oct 2025 comments
The frantic rhythm of our submission dance finally stuttered to a halt, our bodies heaving, our voices raw from begging...
29 Oct 2025 comments
The command hung in the air, a depraved symphony of impossibility. We moved to the bed, a well-trained unit of desperate flesh and plastic. I got on my hands and knees, presenting myself, the cool air hitting my freshly-spanked skin..
28 Oct 2025 comments
The screen remained dark for only a moment after Master’s laugh faded, the air in Rohan’s room still thick with the scent of our shared servitude. Then, his voice crackled back to life, sharp and absolute....
27 Oct 2025 comments
The silence in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of three men and their shared obedience. Aryan’s weight was a warm, comforting pressure on my back, Rohan’s spend a sticky claim inside me. Master Ansh’s voice was the only thing that existed...
26 Oct 2025 comments
The door clicked shut behind Aryan, and for a moment, the only sound was our heavy, sweaty panting. Rohan looked at me, eyes wide with a mixture of panic and something else—anticipation. Before either of us could speak, my phone chimed with a specific, commanding tone. Master...
25 Oct 2025 comments
The silence in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of three men and their shared obedience...
24 Oct 2025 comments
The door clicked shut behind Aryan, and for a moment, the only sound was our heavy, sweaty panting. Rohan looked at me, eyes wide with a mixture of panic and something else.... Lets see how it goes with Dhruv and Rohan