Gay Erotic Stories

“ I want to be consumed by you,” she whispered. “You are,” he said. “I want to lose myself in you,” she whispered. “You will never be lost in me, you will always be yourself, now open your mouth,” he said quietly as he slid the penis shaped gag past her glistening lips. Now all she could do was watch him silently as he gently tied her to the lumber rack of his pick-up. She watched with adoring eyes occasionally clouded by lust as he pulled the ropes through the rings on the thick bands of leather around her wrists and ankles. Once she was secured he caressed her elevated and stretched body, admiring the curves and smoothness of it. The alabaster of her skin glowed under the light of the full moon. Her long brown curls cascaded down from her dangling head, and the only other noticeable patch of hair was glistening in the moonlight from the moisture already collecting between her legs. “I love you like this,” he whispered as he traced the lines between her thighs and what made her woman. “It’s like this was just made for us. My favorite part of your body is right...at… eye level.” he finished punctuating his words with a long lick up her glistening slit. Smiling to himself, watching her squirm, he moved around to the cab end of the bed of the truck and moved a tall stool and a pillow under her head. Kissing her stretched and stuffed mouth quickly and tenderly, he slid a finger inside of her, testing her readiness for him. She groaned quite enticingly and tries to move her hips against his finger, for whatever small satisfaction the small member could offer. But before she could even enjoy the sensation, it was gone. “Ah, m’love, I see you could use a little more fun before I leave you this evening,” he said with a dark chuckle. And with that, he slid the phallus into her dripping opening and slid the small anal plug into her ass. That done, he slid the belt around her waist, and after securing the three inch leather strap around her waist, he slid the other more narrow strap though her legs, securing the phallus and plug inside of her. Already her hips were churning and small moans and whimpers were coming from behind her gag. “My poor lovely,” he whispered in her ear. “My dear, dear pet, just a little more,” he finished mischievously as he roughly massaged her breasts. Knowing what was coming, she whimpered miserably and gasped sharply as he affixed the clips to her nipples. He knows just the right strength, she mused, sharp and biting so I can barely stand it, yet not so tight as to cut off circulation. God how I love that devil. “That’s it for now, my love. You’ve a long day tomorrow, try to rest.” Cackling madly, he flipped a switch and it seemed all of her insides were vibrating. Over her long moan, he said, “don’t worry kitten, it’s on an automatic random timer,” as he walked back inside laughing. Of course neither of them slept that night, with her out under the summer moon, on the edge of orgasm all night, and him, diligently watching over her the entire night, making sure to check on her circulation during one of the short naps the timers allowed her. Twice during the night he had to relieve the tension that had built up from his desire for her. As day broke over the horizon, he carefully took her down and carried her to the bathroom, attending to her needs after temporarily unbuckling the strap between her legs. That being finished, he slid the ropes from her bracelets through the hooks long ago made into the ceiling of the shower. Conscientious of the leather adorning her body, he only wet a washcloth and ran it gently over her body. She opened her tired eyes and looked at him with such a loving expression, he almost forgot where he was. He finished washing her and began the next task of making sure she was covered from head to toe with sun block, as today was her turn to be in the sun. Untying her swiftly as he noticed the time, he led her hurriedly into the kitchen. Setting her gently on her special chair, he begins the tying process for this weekly morning ritual. The seat of the chair is barely three inches wide, looking more like a sawhorse than a chair. A leather strap with a hook much like a leash is attached to the top of the chair in back, and this he clicks to the back of her collar, keeping her from falling forward as he clips her ankle cuffs together behind her. Next he clips her wrist cuffs together behind her back and clips her ankle and wrist cuffs together, letting her full weight rest upon the long neglected center of her pleasure. “And now, your breakfast, madame,” he giggled, unbuckling her gag and feeding her cereal, alternating spoonfuls between her mouth and his. “Have you been a good girl, kitten?” “Only if it pleases you, Master.” “Ah, perfection as always, my love,” he whispered as she flipped the switch on the vibrator lodged within her. “I’ll leave it on while I brush our teeth. It’ll be another six hours until the guys and I get lunch and we can watch you do this again.” A few minutes later they were out the door and he was helping her into her travelling box. The box looked just like any other of the toolboxes that span the width of the truck bed. The only think different would be the second door to the box on the inside of the truck, just in case of emergencies. “You look so enticing!” he exclaimed as he quickly closed the lid on her and locked it against surprise inspection. He drove quickly to the site so he could prepare her for their arrival. They were working construction on a major highway today, so position was the key. He and the boys would want easy access to her, and being exposed in public was one of their favorite activities, but he didn’t want her somewhere that the police would be alerted to cause problems. All of the boys knew how they lived their lives and were more than happy to help this beautiful and buxom woman and her generous husband. He scouted around the site and found a nice little spot just to the side of a small rise. The passing motorists would have just enough of a glimpse to make them wonder, but not enough to make them worry. But best of all, he and the boys would have an unrestricted view of their willingly bound lunchtime toy. Realizing the boys would be arriving any minute, he quickly pulled out the three 4 x 8s he kept in the truck and quickly fashioned a T shape with a little over the top and then added another board farther down. He then hauled the whole contraption to the telephone pole he’d found earlier. His last job until the construction began was to get her out of her travelling box and onto the frame. He stretched her legs into a split and affixed her ankles to the beam. Next were her wrists to the upper board in the same fashion. Last but not least he slid the penis gag back between her waiting lips and secured it behind the beam, holding her head in place as well. Covering her face with a spare towel, he quickly sprayed her helpless body with bug repellent. After taking off the towel, he unhooked the belt around her waist and emptied her lower orifices. They regarded each other for a long time before he whispered, “They’ll want to use those today. But they can’t have that delicious mouth. That’s mine.” About this time, the rest of the guys started arriving for work. All of them had something to do to her, whether it was to massage her tender bud until just before her release, or to remind David that there was nothing to play with on her nipples. As soon as this was drawn to his attention, David reattached those same deviously adjusted clamps to her nipples, eliciting a long moan from her stuffed mouth. Grinning up at her, he linked the clamps to a delicate chain and attached it behind her, straining her already deliciously tormented nipples. By this time, her hips were churning constantly, and there was a stain travelling down the boards where her juices had overflowed. The lunch hour was not soon in coming to anyone. The boys could barely keep their mind on their work, and all she had to do was feel the trickle of sweat, among other things, run in small rivulets down various parts of her body, and watch her Master, hard at work. Oh, he was such a sight to see, too. Years of hard labor had made him a rough-hewn man. But he was still soft and tender in all the right places. He was a sadist cowboy, a true Southern male that didn’t drink, partake of tobacco in any form, beat his wife (unless she asked nicely) or his dog. He cared for her much as he would for an invalid, which she certainly was not. She enjoyed giving him control of her life, because that’s what he wanted, and she was more than happy to oblige. Even if it meant days like this. All she wanted was for him to take her off to a quiet place and be with her, only her. But this was always one of her fantasies, and she didn’t have the heart to tell the boys or Master that once she’d really tasted it, she was quenched of that fantasy forever. But oh did it feel good. The day must have passed a little more quickly once she retreated into her own thoughts because not long after she got going with this train of thought, someone’s hand was pulling the chain attached to her nipples. “Wake up, love,” Jimmy said, using one of Master’s names for her. She narrowed her eyes at him, and when Master looked over Jimmy’s shoulder and saw that, he had a mixture of feelings. “James, if you will” he said, not so gently brushing Jimmy aside, “please refrain from calling my wife ‘love’. I’m married to her; I love her. You merely want a cheap fuck.” With that, David turned his full attention to Raga. “Now love, if you will, it’s time for lunch.” Gently, knowing how stiff she must be from her prolonged position, he lowered her to the ground, instructing her to stay right where she was placed. She didn’t need the instructions. They’d done this many times before, and besides, she knew better than to move when Master put her somewhere. “Now James, since you decided you wanted to take a few more liberties than we were willing to give, you get to be the lookout today,” David said, smiling quite coldly. “Love, if you will,” he said, and she knew what he meant. She raised herself to a kneeling position and unbuckled his belt. Next was the button to his jeans. The zipper, however, she took between her teeth to pull down. By this time, the rest of the guys were already straining at their jeans, just watching her juicy little bottom wiggle as she attended to David. With one nod, the other two guys, who were in line first, dropped their drawers and came forward. David usually guarded her jealously but he was even willing to share her to please her. She wrapped her arms around David’s slender waist, feeling his hand clench in her hair as she slowly slid her lips over his organ. She let out a lusty moan, vibrating David’s cock slightly in its volume as one of the men entered her from behind. The third man, one of the new guys she didn’t know, but was beginning to like right about now, was sliding beneath her, sucking on the clit the second man’s cock, satisfying as it was, just wasn’t affecting. All of that time, watching those muscled and tanned men working up a sweat took it’s toll on her, and she bucked against the men, and sucked even harder on David. They weren’t left unaffected by the occasional sight of her bound body either. Soon they were all moaning and she was squirming, pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans increased in pitch and frequency. Oh god yes! She thought to herself, feeling the wonderful warmth spread over her just seconds before… “Pet,” David called out quietly, though the word resounded through her thoughts. “You will not,” was all he had to say, and she took a deep breath through her nostrils, continuing her ministrations. She tried desperately to relax, think unsexy thoughts, but it was useless. She whimpered quietly, and his hand clenched tighter, a silent reminder that he is the one to make the decisions. She could feel him twitch in her mouth, and the man pummeling behind her called out to everyone that he was about to come. “Now, my love,” David said quietly as both he and the other man burst forth their seed. She groaned as loudly as any of the men. Finished with her, the two men withdrew from her, leaving her feeling empty, but the man beneath her pulled her down into a 69, and another man plumbed her rear passage, all as David watched. The cycle repeated itself, only with Raga looking up when she felt ready to come again, only to have David delay her release once more. By that time, everyone had had their fill and lay recovering and reclothed on the grass surrounding David’s truck. Raga, however, was kneeling obediently at David’s feet, resting her cheek against his knee. He stroked her hair, knowing she was about to drift off to sleep. “Love,” he whispered. “Yes, Master?” she replied quietly. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can take a nap in the truck while you wait for me to take you home.” “Yes, Master,” she said, about to rise to her feet before he swooped down to pick her up and deposit her on the tailgate. She didn’t know how she felt about this part. He was always very gentle, and considerate enough to let the water stay out in the sun to warm up rather than take it from the cooler, but the fact that he had to rinse her out was embarrassingly personal. It didn’t matter anyway. She’d given up her embarrassment at other more intimate things long ago. Gently, he inserted the nozzle of the squirt bottle into her well used opening and squirted water inside of her, changing angles to try to get as many nooks and crannies as he could. She moaned softly, liking the feeling. That done, he took a cloth and wet it with more of the warm water and wiped her down, wiping the sunblock, bug repellent, and sweat from her exhausted body. He loved it when she was limp in his hands like this. He gently massaged the muscles he knew must be aching. The small smile of pleasure on her full red lips was plenty evidence that she was enjoying receiving as much as he was enjoying giving. Their relationship was all about give and take. He didn’t want her just for the sex. Easily, he could have. But she was, after all, his. Completely his. His to love and hold, his to tie and bind, his to bite and whip. But he was hers too. Hers to torment with just one easy smile. Hers to drive wild with the passionate caresses she would deliver in a department store or a restaurant. Hers to distract with just her presence in his thoughts. He could no more do without her than she could without him. Gathering her up again, he kissed her tenderly and settled her into the nest of blankets he had in the back of the truck. “Sleep well, love. We’ll be on the way home before you know it.” A murmur was all she could muster before exhaustion took hold and she was asleep, cocooned in the brightly colored blankets, nestled in the shady corner of the old pick-up. Courtesy of http://www.exit69.com/members/kalyndrah/