Liam tries to keep his routine and act like everything is under control, but Noah’s absence and the growing tension at work and the gym start cracking that façade. As jealousy, confusion, pride, and desire collide, he gets pulled deeper into emotional chaos he isn’t sure even affects him.
(Sadistic erotic sketch for 8 guys) Two holy angels arrive in Sodom to preach virtue… and get strapped to King Sodon’s infernal fuck-chair. When the sadistic tyrant tries to break them, roles reverse in a blasphemous, filthy, power-flipping biblical orgy full of salt statues, consent lessons, and very unholy pleasure.
When a fathers curiosity gets the better of him, will he be able to resist giving into past urges that come flooding back, this time in the form of his own flesh and blood?
The locker room pulsed with a raw, chaotic energy as the rest of the team stepped up, one by one, to take their turn with Ethan and Cade, forming a line. Helmets clattered against the benches as they stripped out of gear, cocks already hard, flushed from the game and the sight before them.
Randy is a med student looking to find the boy who can be his submissive and his partner, 'the One'. After lots of disappointing hookups and a close-call with Liam, he's found Ezra, a tan gym-rat who yields to every command and has an ass that doesn't quit. Is Ezra the one or will he fall short like all the rest? Randy will put him to the test.
In this Chapter Tyler and I are now married, we had our small ceremony, we will be returning to his place, (now ours), and there will be a “private claiming as he called it”. Then we will embark on our honeymoon. There will be light kink, ownership, and much more. Enjoy the ride. This will be the final chapter of this story.
In this story, students become more than friends and learn more than math from their TA. Watch two undergrads learn about romance, dominance, and the thrill of submission.
Hi all, sorry for the delay. Life has been super busy. I am planning on a couple more chapters. Then I have another story idea that I am going to take off with. There will be a bit of romance, business, and fun in this chapter. The real good stuff is at the end. If you wish to skip the mushy stuff go there. Otherwise enjoy the ride.
The guttural roar tore from Ansh’s throat, a raw, unfiltered sound of pure release. Jai felt it as much as heard it, the vibration thrumming through Ansh’s chest and into his own. "Look at you,” Ansh murmured, his voice husky and spent. He brushed a thumb over Jai’s bottom lip. “Absolutely fucking wrecked. My perfect, used-up boy.”
Eddy finally gets to explore his sock fetish. The twist? He does it with his uncle Rex of all people. A hidden passion is born as Rex and Eddy worship each other.
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”.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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—?
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..
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....
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...
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