Below you can find the complete collection of stories by BullBreaker.
9 Mar 2026 comments
Two owners engineer a girl's destruction over sunset whiskey. One kisses the other's wrist while a slave watches and understands: the tenderness will never be his. In her stall, the drops finish what they started. She comes so hard the corridor hears. By dawn, her body has accepted the new architecture.
8 Mar 2026 comments
A fighter arrives in chains. The ranch strips him — clothes, hair, name — and a gray-eyed owner reads his body like a jeweler reads a stone. The inspection fingers find a virgin hole. The owner's guest reaches for his jaw. The fighter's fist answers first. The last clean punch he'll ever throw.
7 Mar 2026 comments
His body answers before his eyes open. Arousal arrives with the instructor's footsteps — he is not allowed to cover it. Verbal drills strip the right to explain. Kneeling produces warmth in five breaths now, not minutes. A guided meditation plants its language beneath thought. He falls asleep palms up, in the position he was placed in, and does not
6 Mar 2026 comments
A debt-sold lumberjack enters a young master's guest room. Calculated tenderness, whispered praise, confession extraction—dismantles every wall. The slave spills his courtroom stripping, his wife's gaze, the barracks rape. Edging and cock-slapping finish the demolition. He sleeps on the floor clutching the master's jeans, more alive than in chains.
3 Mar 2026 comments
A young scout smells shame in a dead-end bar and follows it to a father drowning in debt and a son built for the collar. The boy is stripped, inspected, collared at the kitchen table while his father holds the paperwork. What follows is architecture: a slave who builds his own cage from hatred of the man who sold him, and an owner who falls in love
2 Mar 2026 comments
Borrowed shorts teach his body to prefer nakedness. A boy he swore to protect outruns him. Three men are spanked in open sun. Then thirty minutes kneeling on hard ground, and something breaks that isn't resistance. Praise lands like a hand between his legs. He discovers what obedience feels like from the inside. The trap isn't the collar.
2 Mar 2026 comments
A virgin slavegirl arrives at the ranch and learns the scope of what owns her. Chemical drops rewire her nipples into live wires. A walk past three hundred kneeling field slaves floods her body with arousal she never consented to. By the time the House Alpha locks her collar in the processing room, she has already begun calculating: useful cunt get
28 Feb 2026 comments
Toe's body learns a new function: milking Mugroot sap with his hole under Grip's strict instruction. Obedience becomes skill. Skill becomes pride. Pride makes him greedy. The overdose strips control, and the farm's crude remedy — a stranger's hands, a rubber cock, restraints — rewires pleasure into dependency. By nightfall, Grip claims what the pla
27 Feb 2026 comments
A cold-eyed rancher and his casually possessive lover shop for a virgin wench — not for pleasure, but as a psychological weapon against their male slaves. In the pens, a freshly captured girl fights her body's involuntary betrayal as buyers inspect her spread open. Sold for less than a truck, she walks away dripping, renamed, already property. The
26 Feb 2026 comments
A father pledged his teenage son as collateral. When the debt defaults, both are stripped, inspected, and sold as a family lot at a slave auction. Rancher Roman Wolfe buys them for eighty-six thousand drahm. On the block, the father jerks his son's cock for the crowd. At the ranch, the son weaponizes his own hole as revenge. They will not stay toge
23 Feb 2026 comments
A naive country youth trades hidden desires for the punishing reality of the collar, his fantasies of surrender crushed by cold, calculated discipline. Nearby, a massive former foreman collapses into eager subservience, his pride reduced to grateful use. As the estate demands total submission, the chains of ownership pull agonizingly tight. The tru
20 Feb 2026 comments
Control shifts from paperwork to muscle memory. Stripped, catalogued, corrected, Jake discovers that obedience can settle into the body before it reaches the mind. A single phrase—good boy—lands deeper than pain. What frightens him isn’t the punishment. It’s the warmth that follows compliance. And how natural it begins to feel.
12 Feb 2026 comments
Scorching Dustlands farm. Wiry thrall labors under hulking gaze. Heat gnaws sweat-slick skin. Chain clinks cold. Cage grinds groin raw. Muscles quiver exposed, dust cakes every flex. Presence looms dense, crushes air. Pressure coils in shallow breaths. Isolation throbs. Obedience aches inevitable. Fate grips tighter, pulse by unseen pulse.
10 Feb 2026 comments
Sweat-slick holes gape, brands sear flesh eternal. Cocks leak helpless under Master's unyielding gaze. Balls crush tight, nipples rip bloody for his rings. Vulnerability throbs raw—no mercy, no flight. Power devours your soul, pup. The leash shortens.
9 Feb 2026 comments
Young, strong, and duty-bound, Jake enters the Compliance Integration Program believing he controls his fate. But as naked exposure, staff corrections, and involuntary reactions strip away his illusions, the System turns voluntary choice into inescapable submission. A gripping, body-focused descent into normalized slavery.
29 Jan 2026 comments
Sweat-slick cages throb, leaking shame down chained thighs. Rough palms brand flesh, boots grind holes open. Power surges thick—your twitch betrays, vulnerability exposed. No flight, no mercy. Musk traps breath. Farm chains tighten forever.
27 Jan 2026 comments
Air thickens, chest compressing, breath snagging shallow. Heat pools low, slick and insistent, posture locking open before thought resists. Skin prickles under unseen gaze, shame bleeding into throb, craving coiling tight. Density closes, warm and final, body surrendered.
26 Jan 2026 comments
Naked cock throbs, balls dangle heavy—whip-owned. Hose blasts hole wide, fingers ream deep, shame floods hot. Stranger fists pump shaft slick, denial aches. Pose quakes, sweat slicks meat—vulnerable, exposed. Master's gaze chains you eternal. Surrender pulls tighter.
9 Jan 2026 comments
Sweat-soaked cages grind relentless, cocks leak trapped pre-cum with every brutal step. Leaders claim holes raw, jealousy claws deep—your throat gags on Rush-thick spit, ass yields to unyielding power. No mercy, no release. Vulnerability throbs exposed, taboo chains bind you forever. Surrender deeper into the crush.
1 Jan 2026 comments
In a scent-saturated dystopia, teen Kael's body craves enslavement. Pheromones throb flesh into slick betrayal—dread twists to dripping ache, guilt floods as euphoria surges, every leak a filthy surrender to owned bliss.
29 Dec 2025 comments
Sweat-slick cocks grind unyielding metal. Collars bite raw necks. Holes throb empty, begging unseen fingers. Power crushes your sack—raw, flattening obedience. Vulnerability leaks precum rivers, no mercy, no release. Tension coils your nuts tight, taboo heat swelling, no escape from the Boss's grip. Surrender deeper. The web tightens.
24 Dec 2025 comments
Sweat-soaked mohawks pierce the haze, nipple rings glint like chains binding your will. Rake's heavy cock swings low, demanding your mouth—salty, throbbing, inescapable. Collar snaps cold on your neck, lockcage crushes your ache, Rush burns obedience into veins. Vulnerability throbs raw, power owns every gasp. No turning back—step into his stride.
23 Dec 2025 comments
Sweat-slick soldier skin yields to iron command. Holes wink, cocks betray, envy twists rivals into raw need. Power pins you—vulnerable, throbbing, no mercy in the Master's gaze. Shame floods hot, body leaks truth. Trapped meat, grinding dark, Master's pull seals your fall. Yield deeper.
20 Dec 2025 comments
In post-apocalyptic *Dust & Flesh*, Dust Raiders roam wastes, trading slaves, Rush-fueled gay sex, and brutal domination. Bodies are currency in a world ruled by Masters and Thralls—raw survival, shame, aggression, and unyielding hierarchies of flesh and power.
19 Dec 2025 comments
Master's gray eyes strip you bare, balls crushed in his thick grip, rage twisting to slick surrender. No mercy in his honed muscle pinning your shame—your cock betrays, hole yields, grown-man fury melts to whimpering need. Trapped in his ritual of power, vulnerability chains you deeper. Feel that pull: his hand owns your ache forever.
13 Dec 2025 comments
Virgin ex-soldier Cody and skinny horse-cocked Jax stand naked on the cold auction block. Collars bite, holes drip, cocks betray. Buyers grope, fingers plunge, whips crack. Shame and fear burn hotter than dawn. Their first day as meat begins.
7 Dec 2025 comments
One Master. Two untouched young bulls. Zero mercy. From public inspection to private breaking, watch Roman Wolfe turn proud boys into eager, dripping property. Hard whips, harder cocks, and the slow, delicious surrender of two fresh slaves who finally understand they were born to be used.