3 Gay Dubcon Stories
Collection of 3 dubcon stories I wrote as a way to let off sexual energy. In descending order of how fucked up I think they are with the "lightest" first. They're vulgar, unashamed, and raunchy. Just like the stuff I'd like to read. All M/M, first-person, dominant POV. Listings with tags:
Sampling a subby throat at the con hotel: M/M. Oral. Face-fucking. Rough. Domination. Casual sex. Slight exhibitionism. Partner/submissive sharing. Size difference. Excessive cum. Crying. (Dubcon-esque.) | 1,542 words
Enforced facesitting and its impact: M/M. Domination. Submissive-receiving-rimming. Crying. Dubcon. Facesitting. | 459 words
"Sorry, bro! It was an accident. I swear.~": M/M. Casual sex. Forced creampie. Anal. Basically noncon. Domination. Regret. Retracted consent. Crying. Heat. Pheromones/Scent. | 1,011 words
Sampling a subby throat at the con hotel
I had asked around this con like I usually did. Put out a few feelers on Telegram and Twitter. Messaged some old friends. That kind of thing.
It's always a treat finding willing, submissive boys. They always smell lightly of fresh mint or tart citrus -- sweet scents with a touch of musk. Undoubtedly masculine, but still sugary, tooth-achingly sweet. There's really nothing as delicious as boysmell.
Those shy smiles. The inviting, yet timid, glances. The adorable way their faces flush when they catch you looking at them. This primal ritual of bunny and mouse has always been addicting to me. And the bunny always gets what he wants.
An opportunity crossed my path by way of a Telegram DM from a friend of a friend. For a few hours, a dom was offering up his pet's services out of his hotel room. I wasn't sure if I should come with an appetite for two boys or one. (So-called "doms" usually get a little soft around me.) The dom insisted he'd control himself, which suited me just fine. One meal would be enough to satiate my hunger for the afternoon.
My head immediately got foggy when I saw just how sweet and innocent my food looked. Could you blame me? He'd just turned 21. Twink-ish build. Green dragon. Pointed ears pierced with tiny, false diamonds. No doubt he got those done at the mall.
And that scared look in his eyes was always gonna get my blood pumping just right.
Those eyes were as wide as my cock. I felt his shaky breath puff against my throbbing erection. He was afraid, or at least hesitant, at my size. They always are.
It made sinking my dick into his velvety mouth that much sweeter.
I let an obscene sigh of relief rip through the hotel room. I had already climbed over the boy-in-question, Spark, who was laying flat on the king bed. I had put my knees on either side of his head, grabbed the back of it with one hand, and pulled his face into my crotch while I pressed my weight down, gently pinning him. Nothing to it.
"Whew..." I breathed as I shifted my weight and dragged his head up and down my massive shaft. Thirteen inches wasn't "nothing" for a 21-year-old to take. No doubt he was well trained by his dom who was watching me from the chair in the corner... Either that or I was smothering the poor kid and I just couldn't hear him with his mouth full. Admittedly, I didn't particularly give a fuck at that moment.
"You sure you don't want any cash?" I asked Kehv, a lanky blue bird with his legs crossed casually in his chair. "I've certainly paid for mouth worse than this fine, little treat." I sunk even more weight onto the boy when I praised him. Nothing without its cost.
"Service is its own reward for Toy, here," Kehv told me. "I doubt I'll be able to unfuck his horned out brain for hours after this... do you mind?" He gestured towards a growing mound in his paints.
"Not at all," I said.
Meanwhile, Spark sang a song of slurping, sucking, and gagging that really must've been pushing my buttons considering I was already building into a slow rhythm. There's really nothing like pinning a boy between your legs and it's really, very rare for them to be able to swallow up more than a foot of rabbit meat so well.
"Just warning you not to get close," I added. "I get very territorial over my playthings while I've got 'em."
"No arguments here," Kehv said. He was stroking his freed cock now, knees spread apart. With the way he was twisting his hand around the head, I might've gotten hungry for poultry had his precious subby's mouth been any less perfect.
Spark was really taking it like a champ. He braced himself with a grip around my thighs and shut his eyes without any complaints. His mouth squeezed and his throat opened and closed around my dick. Massaging my cock into his face like this, all gentle like, would probably get me there if I let it.
But, honestly? There was a part of me that wasn't happy... yet... It was really way too easy for this kid to be taking me like this. Even if he'd been the biggest throat slut on the planet since getting collared by his dom, there's no way he had had the opportunity to take a man as big as me. I was a little offended there wasn't any whimpering or faux-protest at least.
So, I took a deep breath and let my head get even foggier. I would get what I want. I told you I always do.
I bared my teeth in lust. I was gonna show this bitch exactly why rabbits have a reputation.
I spread my knees further apart and pressed down even harder. Any more pressure and I would have crushed the rest of my meal. But like this, Spark was fully pinned and certainly aware of my complete control.
I picked up the pace, getting a higher ratio of gagging sounds in that song of his. When I didn't even get a whine, I growled and put both hands on his head. I kept up the pace, but pulled his head instead of thrusting. A tiny whimper from the small boy beneath me brought a certain satisfaction.
"Quite the choice pet you have here, Kehv," I panted. "He's very exquisite... Trained well, no doubt. We'll see how he takes a load that could last him a few days, huh? After that, you might wanna try a cum only diet..." I was being base and vulgar. Rude for sure. But, you find out that, after having a dozen boys belonging to other doms, it only ever improves it for them to be vocal and crass.
Case in point: Kehv spurted a thick load over his hand that made him roll his eyes. "B-b-be my g-guest..." He barely mangled to squawk out.
That was more than enough permission for me.
As hard and fast as I could, I shoved Spark's face to the base of my cock over and over and over again. Now, I was getting what I really wanted. A sweet boy's whining, whimpering, and sobbing. There really isn't anything like earning those noises for yourself. Streams of tears at the effort fell down Spark's flushed face. I growled low from my chest for approval.
Suddenly, the building pressure came to a head in my cock and I knew the uptempo rhythm had paid off oh-so-well. I kept the pace at first as I dumped my profuse cum down into Spark's stretched gullet. Then, I slammed his face into my groin and held it there as my balls contracted. My prey's panicked whines and sounds that were definitely muffled screams only spurred me further to the most satisfying completion I'd had in a long time.
Kehv chuckled. "Jeeze, man, you're gonna kill the kid..."
I ignored him. "Take it... Take it..." I snarled. It wasn't like Spark had any power to resist, but even if he wanted to, I didn't feel any tugging against my grasp.
No. He was willingly taking his duty. Grasping as hard as ever to me. Obedient to his better.
I panted and moaned at the contentedness of finishing inside that warm mouth. I held Spark's head against me while I caught my breath, his whining growing softer and softer.
I pulled his face off me and wretched my cock out of his face with a chorus of thick wet noises. I looked down to see him desperately, finally pulling in unobstructed air. True to my reputation as a rabbit, Spark's face was covered, absolutely sopping with the rest of the virile semen he couldn't swallow fast enough.
I drug my nuts over his face a few times and smeared the cum into him. "Fuck yeah..." I hissed.
He was filthy dirty. He was drenched in another man's stink. He was fucking ruined. I fucking ruined him.
Still, the head haze was clearing. Primal instincts were steadily replaced by rational concerns.
I quieted my breaths for a moment to gauge the boy below me. He was steadily catching his breath. I couldn't exactly make out his expression behind the cum mask, but a moan and the greedy lick of his tongue around his face told me all I needed to know.
I stood up from the bed and leaned down to kiss the sweet boy, tasting my cum on him. (Fucking rank...) He kissed back at my lips and moaned again, free to sprawl his body in a satisfied way.
I wiped my cock off on a dry part of Spark's body before tucking my damp cock back into my pants.
Kehv was blissed out in his corner, wearing his own load with a contented smile to boot.
"You got my Telegram," I said to him. "Let me know if you guys want to turn up for another round at the next con."
And then I left them both there. Each of them satisfied.
Enforced facesitting and its impact
The look of apprehension. The way his eyes darted to the side and then down. The way his voice always got steadily quieter when this happened.
"You heard me," I said simply. I would be lying if I said I didn't like being firm with the boy.
My skunk boy shivered. Then he started trembling which made my cock and heart throb even harder for the smaller man.
"It's my choice," I said, giving him a rub on the shoulder.
"But it's always so much... It's t-too intense e-every time... I--"
"I know." I cut him off. I squeezed his shoulder only a little bit hard.
His lower lip quivered and tears welled in his eyes.
I broke out into a grin. "You know what to do..." I said.
So I laid back on the bed and licked my lips when he hovered his bare ass over my face.
His pink hole was tight, already winking. His small cock, only a finger length, dripped pre down onto my chest. His scent was like the best cologne you find in the store after a long search; it had a boyish, musky base that paired well with the salty-sweet top notes. Mouthwatering.
"P-please... just..." The tears were really coming down now. I could hear his gritted teeth in his voice and thumping heart even with his ass in my face.
"Hush," I commanded huskily. I decisively pulled his ass closer to me and sucked his ring into my mouth with a loud, obscene, wet noise.
He groaned out a strangled cry.
I didn't pause to give him any reprieve before I opened my mouth wider to suckle at his cock, balls, and anus while doing my best to fit all of those delicious boy bits into my mouth. I slunk my tongue out to push, prod, and lap at the poor skunk. My tongue thrashed against him hard and without any mercy. I made sure to be especially mean to the areas that got me the most skunk noises -- his weeping cock-head, namely.
The bed creaked as my meal's knees and hands dug into the bed.
I roughly plunged my thick tongue into that tight little hole earning a yelp from the skunk. I fucked my thick appendage back and forth into him, tasting that sweet and salty taste filling my nose. Soon I'd ravish that dick and sac again.
By now, the hysterics were in full force. His whole body trembled and shook with deep sobs under my grasp. Most people might've pitied him in that moment.
I didn't feel sorry in the slightest.
He would always be able to call the safe-word over the next few hours that this was happening to him.
"Sorry, bro! It was an accident. I swear.~"
Soft, submissive boys have needs just like the rest of us. In fact, I'd call them more needy than average. Take your typical 20-something gay guy who swears up and down that he prefers to be monogamous. If he's a bottom, I'd say there's a 99.9% chance I can be sliding into his ass within about 15 minutes. Every time I do it it's so fun whispering in his ear about how much better I am than his boyfriend.
This one guy was really reluctant. Putting up much more of a "fight" than usual.
I was prowling at a park one afternoon by a local college. Not the best place to score some hole, but you can smell who's in heat out in the open if your nose is good enough. Like mine.
Long story short. I smelt this one guy's scent downwind. Found him nearby. Did some sweet talking. He was either too stupid or too inexperienced to tell I sniffed him out.
I did the shitty little pleasantries. He was a dormouse. 19-years old. Second year in school. I learned his area of study and immediately forgot it. Whatever.
I got around to asking him to follow me to the park bathroom nearby. Blah blah "I have a boyfriend," blah blah, "closed relationship," blah blah.
With one hand on his shoulder and another on his hip, I was guiding my throbbing, red cockhead into his little asshole within the same hour we met.
Luckily we had the bathroom to ourselves because this little mouse let out the absolute biggest fucking moan I have ever heard. You can imagine how proud I was when he hilted me for the first time. I don't expect short guys to casually handle that kind of volume.
Granted, his ass slick wasn't exactly plentiful. I imagined getting stretched out by such a thick cock has got to hurt a little bit. Even for bratty college sluts.
"J-j-just d-don't cum in me," he whined, knees knocking together. His white fur was so flush at his face. His soft ears were red too. Cute.
I rolled my eyes but he didn't see it. It was the third time he told me that he'd only do this on the condition I didn't give him a creampie. I'd already waved my hand and "yeah, yeah'd" his condition. So instead of responding, I pressed my hips forward into his plush mouse butt and flexed my powerful rabbit cock inside him.
He screamed in pleasure.
Pfft. Typical.
By the time I got into a rhythm, my mousey was already making a huge scene. Gushing precum. Trembling under me. Whining so loudly and so pathetically.
I couldn't really complain tho. Either this kid was a virgin or he'd only ever used his ass a couple times, because that shit was absolutely vice-tight on my cock. The natural lube only added to the sensation of having my cock slurped balls-deep and tugged as I pumped the little guy for all he was worth. Feeling the power of my cock as a battering-ram for boy butts was definitely one of the best feelings imaginable. (Still is.)
Eventually, I put my head down and picked up the pace, probably bruising something on my plaything with the force. The sound of tender flesh slapping together echoed in the bathroom. I was really enjoying it until the mouse interrupted.
"P-please not... inside..." He panted.
I grit my teeth and pounded his boy cunt with full speed. That seemed to shut him up save for some more breathless whines.
The rhythm built up the pressure in my cock before I pressed into him as deep as I can and busted my rabbit kits deep inside him. I groaned breathily.
"H-hey...!" He half-shouted, trying to concentrate through his own orgasm. He pushed away from me.
I immediately gripped his hips and pulled him back down to the base of my cock. The movement spilled some of the cum out of his ass which fell to the tile floor with wet splatters.
"S-stop... Get off...!"
I just held him there in place until I was done moaning and emptying my nuts into his ass.
I caught my breath and smirked.
"Whoops!" I said in a way that was too cheery to be genuine. I made a particular effort to pull out of his ass in a way that splattered as much semen over his ass as possible. "Sorry, mousey. Instincts took over!" I said matter-of-factly. I admired my messy work on that canvas of cheating mouse ass. Then I wiped my cock on a dry patch of his fur.
"I t-told you not to..." The mouse's legs were still really shaky. I didn't bother to help him stand while he bent down to pull up his pants. A massive glob of cum spilled out of his hole and dripped down to his balls, making him gasp.
I shrugged. "Was an accident. Swear. Can you blame me?" I had already dried off the cum on my cock with some TP, about halfway through the process of getting out of the bathroom. "When I got a tight ass plopped on my dick, nature just kinda takes its course. Call me sometime." I never gave him my number.
Then I left him in the bathroom with the mess still on the floor, his ass still soaked and dripping.
I was at the park for a few more hours. Scored some more tail. One was your typical fox slut. Another was a doe whose pussy was as tender as can be. I blew into each of them unprotected of course.
It was getting dark when I headed out to the parking lot. Off to the side, in some beat-up, piece-of-shit car, was that mousey I preyed on. He was in the driver seat crying like a baby. Just pure sobbing with all the theatrics to boot.
I gave an amused huff before I continued to my own car. I don't even remember the kids name.