ANSH

Below you can find the complete collection of stories by ANSH.

A tale of Two Brothers (ch. 3)

28 Nov 2025 comments

Ansh pushed open the door to their shared apartment, the weight of a long day at the office sloughing off his shoulders as the familiar scent of home hit him. 'Sohan? I'm home. How was your day?'.. Read what happens next.

7.6 (13) 1210 Reads 26 Min

A tale of Two Brothers (ch. 2)

27 Nov 2025 comments

The weight of Ansh’s body pressed a delicious ache into Sohan’s frame, a warmth that bloomed from his core where Ansh’s seed still pulsed. Each beat of his own heart echoed the thrumming sensation within him, a possessive echo of the man above him - “You’re mine”.

9.2 (15) 1433 Reads 13 Min

A tale of Two Brothers

26 Nov 2025 comments

The humid air of the Delhi summer clung to my skin like a second shirt, even inside our apartment. A thin film of sweat coated my forehead, tracing a path down my temple. Ansh stood silhouetted against the window, the harsh afternoon light painting his form in stark relief. He was naked... Read the story what happens next

9.4 (43) 5355 Reads 16 Min

Late Night Gym Breeding Claim

25 Nov 2025 comments

The weight crashed into the rack with a deafening clang, the sound echoing through the nearly empty gym. Jai wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his arm, his chest heaving. “You’re letting your form get sloppy on the last rep.”

9.5 (57) 5304 Reads 11 Min

Rohan's Raw Surrender to Ansh (ch. 3)

24 Nov 2025 comments

His weight is a possessive anchor, his cock a thick, spent plug inside me, holding his claim deep in my guts. He’s not pulling out. He’s staying. The thought is a delirious, intoxicating mantra. He owns this. He owns me.

8.8 (13) 762 Reads 10 Min

Rohan's Raw Surrender to Ansh (ch. 2)

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.

8.5 (12) 632 Reads 12 Min

Rohan's Raw Surrender to Ansh

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 ?”

9.5 (14) 1134 Reads 10 Min

Cousins Forbidden Breeding in the Hotel (ch. 7)

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.”

9.0 (16) 1103 Reads 9 Min

Cousins Forbidden Breeding in the Hotel (ch. 6)

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.

8.7 (15) 745 Reads 11 Min

Cousins Forbidden Breeding in the Hotel (ch. 5)

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.

8.7 (10) 812 Reads 10 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 29)

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

8.1 (5) 556 Reads 10 Min

Cousins Forbidden Breeding in the Hotel (ch. 4)

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.

9.4 (21) 1027 Reads 11 Min

Cousins Forbidden Breeding in the Hotel (ch. 3)

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.

9.1 (20) 1131 Reads 11 Min

Cousins Forbidden Breeding in the Hotel (ch. 2)

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.

9.3 (25) 1638 Reads 9 Min

Cousins Forbidden Breeding in the Hotel

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...

9.2 (42) 3088 Reads 10 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 28)

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.

8.6 (4) 745 Reads 11 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 27)

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.

8.1 (4) 560 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 26)

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...

8.4 (7) 489 Reads 6 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 25)

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.

9.1 (6) 667 Reads 6 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 24)

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...

8.9 (5) 575 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 23)

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...

8.7 (7) 910 Reads 6 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 22)

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.

9.3 (8) 482 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 21)

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...

9.1 (8) 490 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 20)

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.

9.1 (10) 601 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 19)

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—?

9.3 (11) 612 Reads 6 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 18)

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...

9.2 (12) 592 Reads 6 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 17)

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...

9.1 (8) 591 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 16)

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..

9.0 (10) 566 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 15)

30 Oct 2025 comments

The frantic rhythm of our submission dance finally stuttered to a halt, our bodies heaving, our voices raw from begging...

8.6 (8) 590 Reads 6 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 14)

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..

7.7 (4) 869 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 13)

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....

8.5 (5) 641 Reads 6 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 12)

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...

8.4 (6) 668 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 11)

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...

8.2 (3) 686 Reads 6 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 10)

25 Oct 2025 comments

The silence in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of three men and their shared obedience...

8.8 (8) 791 Reads 5 Min

Begging for Master's Filthy Creampie Praise (ch. 9)

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

9.1 (10) 861 Reads 6 Min