Gay Erotic Stories

“Yes Sir.” I’m thinking run, run Bob, but where.

“Yes, nice hairy chest,” I feel a hand run through my chest hair. “I see you nips are already hard.” I feel him pinch and twist them hard, hurting me, as I moan. “Oh don’t worry, bitch, you will moan a lot louder tonight, but no one can hear you.” I’m now shaking, but somehow I feel a twitch in my cock. “Yeah, I saw that twitch, boy,” as he grabs my cock hard, then my balls. I moan again. “I like moaners, makes me hot,” he whispers in my ear, then licks it, making my knees buckle. “I knew you would not run first timer,” he whispers again. I hear him walk behind me, then slap my buns hard, then squeezing them equally hard. “You have an ass built for fucking boy,” he groans. “Repeat slowly after me, so we both understand, ‘I need to be your bitch, master, use me like your whore.” I hesitate, not sure, scared. “Oh well, I’ll find another bitch, and you will be escorted out.”

“I need to be your bitch, master, use me like your whore,” I hear myself say.

“Good, good boy. You have earned this.” He takes my arms roughly and quickly cuffs them with leather restraints with a small chain between. Now I know I’m fucked, figuratively, and likely literally

“On your knees, bitch, where you belong,” as he pushes me down. He presses what feels like a leather jock into my face and I can feel a huge cock underneath it. “Yeah, I bet you just want to suck me off. You will have to earn it, lick my boots boy,” as he pushed my head down.

I feel like an ass doing this, but also I know its been one of my biggest fantasies to be used like this. I begin to lick his boots all over. “Good boy, make them shine with your spit.” I do, spitting on them then licking my spit in. As I do, I feel a leather riding crop, hit my ass hard, making me wince. “Don’t make me need to discipline you,” he grunts. I begin to think how much I fantasized about a scene like this and I feel my cock getting hard.

“What the fuck?” I say to myself for the third time. But think, “hey, I’m here, I’m getting turned on, simply enjoy, clear your mind.” I really lick his boots.

“Good, now lick my chaps, bitch.” I have a hidden love of leather and start to lick each leather leg, the smell turning me on more. I feel he is a big bear himself, which I love. It takes minutes but I lick ever inch of his chaps, careful not to displease my Sir by going to his crotch or ass. “You are learning, boy. Who is your master?”

“You are Sir,” I say without hesitation, because I’m beginning to accept that he, whomever he ‘is’, is indeed by master.

“What do you desire?”

“To serve my master.”

“Good, you are trainable, had my doubts. To your feet.” He helps me up. “Lets get my boy in gear, after all this is a leather club after all,” he says. He flicks his fingers on my nips again a few times, and then places a nipple clip on each. It hurts a little at first, but I’m too aroused. I do feel a leather strap dangling from the chain between my nips. I feel him hook the strap to my cock ring’s small clip. “There, now you look like a proper Club Bear bitch,” he says. Then he grabs my hard cock and pulls down hard. The pull on my nips sends shudders of pain, and pleasure, through me, as I moan loudly. “I just love making my bitches moan,” he whispers. Suddenly, I feel him take a hold of my hair, and I feel, yes, a goatee, against my lips, then his lips. He deep kisses me, tongue roughly exploring my mouth. Then I hear and feel spit hit my tongue, then he tongues me again. “Yeah, bitch, won’t be the last of my fluid you will get tonight, he moans loudly.

I feel used, a whore, and, incredibly, love it. “I love being your bitch, sir,” I say.

To which, he slaps my face hard again. “Bitches speak only when spoken to, understand.”

“Yes, master, forgive me.” Somehow I feel I let my master down.

“That’s okay, does my bitch want something to sooth him.” He pushes my face to his chest. For the first time I feel that he is somewhat hairy, wearing a cross harness. “That’s it, lick, kiss my chest boy, suck on my nipples.” I do with relish, the touch of his skin warm, his nips nice and pointed. As I am doing that, his hand roughly jerks my still hard cock and then pulls down, send more shudders through my body, shudders that I am beginning to crave. “I think you have earned your reward,” he groans, as he pushes me to my knees. I hear a snap or two unsnap, then his big, hard, man-meat pressed into my face. I love the smell, man musk, sweat, lust.

I think that I must truly be a whore. Hands restrained, ringed, clipped, blindfolded, and the cock of a man I have never seen thrust in my face. And I love it, al of my inhibitions are gone. My whole world reduced to serving my master. I want my new master’s cock so bad, and open my mouth to try to suck him. But, he grabs me roughly by my hair and growls, “Did I tell you that you could suck my cock, you whore, you haven’t earned the privilege.” He pulls me up by my hair, and leads me up to the sling, unhooks my wrist restraints, and pushes me back onto the sling. I feel him restraining each wrist to the slings’ chains above my head. Then, he places leather restraints on each of my ankles, and then hooks them to chains. I’m spread eagle, completely helpless. My master snickers, “yes, boy, I keep telling the club the picture above the entrance should be a bitch like you spread eagle.”

“Good, you are trainable, had my doubts. To your feet.” He helps me up. “Let’s get my boy in gear, after all this is a leather club after all,” he says. He flicks his fingers on my nips again a few times, and then places a nipple clip on each. It hurts a little at first, but I’m too aroused. I do feel a leather strap dangling from the chain between my nips. I feel him hook the strap to my cock ring’s small clip. “There, now you look like a proper Club Bear bitch,” he says. Then he grabs my hard cock and pulls down hard. The pull on my nips sends shudders of pain, and pleasure, through me, as I moan loudly. “I just love making my bitches moan,” he whispers. Suddenly, I feel him take a hold of my hair, and I feel, yes, a goatee, against my lips, then his lips. He deep kisses me, tongue roughly exploring my mouth. Then I hear and feel spit hit my tongue, then he tongues me again. “Yeah, bitch, won’t be the last of my fluid you will get tonight, he moans loudly.

I feel used, a whore, and, incredibly, love it. “I love being your bitch, sir,” I say.

To which, he slaps my face hard again. “Bitches speak only when spoken to, understand.”

“Yes, master, forgive me.” Somehow I feel I let my master down.

“That’s okay, does my bitch want something to sooth him.” He pushes my face to his chest. For the first time I feel that he is somewhat hairy, wearing a cross harness. “That’s it, lick, kiss my chest boy, suck on my nipples.” I do with relish, the touch of his skin warm, his nips nice and pointed. As I am doing that, his hand roughly jerks my still hard cock and then pulls down, send more shudders through my body, shudders that I am beginning to crave. “I think you have earned your reward,” he groans, as he pushes me to my knees. I hear a snap or two unsnap, then his big, hard, man-meat pressed into my face. I love the smell, man musk, sweat, lust.

I think that I must truly be a whore. Hands restrained, ringed, clipped, blindfolded, and the cock of a man I have never seen thrust in my face. And I love it, al of my inhibitions are gone. My whole world reduced to serving my master. I want my new master’s cock so bad, and open my mouth to try to suck him. But, he grabs me roughly by my hair and growls, “Did I tell you that you could suck my cock, you whore, you haven’t earned the privilege.” He pulls me up by my hair, and leads me up to the sling, unhooks my wrist restraints, and pushes me back onto the sling. I feel him restraining each wrist to the slings’ chains above my head. Then, he places leather restraints on each of my ankles, and then hooks them to chains. I’m spread eagle, completely helpless. My master snickers, “yes, boy, I keep telling the club the picture above the entrance should be a bitch like you spread eagle.”

I lean back in the sling, my back supported, but my neck is not. “It’s time by bitch learns to rim his master’s hot hole,” Sir growls. I feel him lowering his ass over my face; it smells of soap, man musk, sweet. “If you use your tongue really good, I’ll reward you,” he again growls. My life now a mix of discipline and reward, and I crave my reward. I begin to lick his ass crack with relish, and then stab my tongue around his button. “Oh yeah, this bitch loves ass,” I hear him groan, clearly enjoying his bitch’s tongue work. As my tongue enters his hole, he pushes down, driving my tongue deep, I can barely breathe. I feel him rotate his ass a little, fucking himself on my tongue.

But, soon, he pulls off. “Nice boy, you have earned your reward.” I feel his big cock head on pushes on my lips. “Open your mouth.” I do, and he forces his cock deep down my throat. Its big, about 8 inches, pretty thick. It feels great, but I gag. He quickly pulls out, slaps my face hard with his cock. “No, no, no, you gag, no cock.” He forces his dick into my open mouth again, and I force back a gag reflex. “You learn well, bitch.” He just keeps his cock still, and lets me tighten my lips around his gift to me, and suck his shaft up and down. I want to show him I’m a good bitch, use my tongue around his cum hole. His occasional pulls on the chain between my nips sends shudders directly to my rock hard cock, only making me suck harder. He is so hard, tastes so good, he has me completely his.

“Good job, now both our rewards,” he moans, pulls off me. I feel my Master get between my spread legs, my ass high. I feel a large about of lube around my hole. “Let’s pucker your fucker,” he groans, and rams two fat fingers directly past my sphincter. I let out a large moan/cry with the pain. “Yeah, I told you what moans do to me.” He roughly finger folks me, pulling my hard cock down sending shudders again through me. I’m just moaning constantly now. I feel his fingers pop out. “Oh yes, I just love a bitch with a puckered hole,” Master whispers. Then, I feel his big cock head at my back door. I brace for his onslaught. As I feel his cock head start to push in, Master grabs the chain between my nips hard. As I begin to feel the intense pain of his cock pressing past my sphincter, I feels as if my nips will rip off! Stars, intense burning sensation of my hole expanding. Master’s cock is now buried to his balls in me. I’m expecting to be raped. But, he whisper, “I want my bitch to enjoy his first Club Bear fucking.” He just keeps his cock deep inside me, but doesn’t thrust. Instead, he lightly strokes my hard-on. It feels so good, his light strokes, as my ass slowly begins to accept its huge visitor, the pain, burning slowly subsiding. I notice that I’m just moaning loudly.

Slowly, master begins to thrust in and out. He knows how to fuck, and knows how to make his bitch happy. Soon, he is fucking me hard, slapping my ass cheeks red. I’m moaning loudly. He alternates fucking roughly, with slow, long thrusts, each one I feel going deeper, hitting spots never hit before. It feels wonderful. I him Master groaning, know he is close. He thrust in deep, stays deep. “Use your muscles, bitch, milk my cock.” I do, tighten my sore ass muscles, gripping his cock like a vice. Then, he starts thrusting in with abandon, pounding hole hard, pulling hard down on my cock, my cock twitching, full of cum. Then, I hear, “Ahh, all for you bitch,” and I feel his cock head explode deep inside me, coating my hole with Master’s cum. He pumps in a few more times, and then withdraws.

He comes around, straddles my face, and plunges his softening dick down my throat. “Now clean Master’s cock good, bitch.” I do, licking, sucking it clean, his cum tasting salty, warm.. “Good boy. Oh, one last thing…” He goes back around me and roughly strokes my cock. It only takes a few strokes, and I let loose a huge orgasm, which Master catches most in his hands. When he milks the last drop from my cock, he wipes my cum all over my face. I feel like a completely cum pig. He releases my feet and wrists from the chains. “Stand up,” he says softly. I do. Then he restrains my wrists in front of me, places a collar on my neck, with a leather lead. He leads me out the room, and leads me, still blindfolded down a long corridor. As we walk, music, talking become louder, louder, then slaps on my ass, pulls on my cock and balls, as I walk past men. The room gets quiet, as my Master leads me to a padded center area. “Kneel bitch.” I do, cum dripping from my face, oozing out my ass and down my leg. “I present you a new trained bitch for the club.”

“What say you Master Dave,” I hear a voice say.

“I rate this bitch a B, good effort, but still needs a little discipline at times. I have no objection to his return.” Claps, and cheers of “Welcome bitch.” My Master leads me back down the hall, back to room six. He unhooks my wrist restraints, and then kisses me softly, his tongue sensually exploring my mouth.

“Okay, when I leave the room, take off everything and leave them on the cabinet, there are towels and wipes in the bottom drawer. Dress and sign out.” He kisses me again, and gently grabs my balls. “Hope to see you again.” I hear him leave.

When he does, I remove the blindfold. As my eyes adjust, I see a small mirror above the cabinet. What I see when I look in is a guy’s face covered in drying cum, his nipples sticking out hard and clamped. “You whore,” I whisper, shaking my head. I wipe clean, comb my hair, take everything off, and dress.

When I get to the front desk to sign out, the same clerk smiles, “See, I told you, you would have a great time. Should I put you down for same time tomorrow?”

“Yes,” I say, with a contented smile on my face as I leave.