Gay Erotic Stories

I'd been seeing this guy, John for a while now. It was only fucking, but still, it was good. Although he was more than twice my age, (I'm 19 and he's 40) that didn't pose a problem at all. One day, after a fuck, we were lying there and I started asking him what he really liked when it came to sex. To my surprise he said he really liked kinky sex. This instantly got my attention. "What?" I said, "Like blindfolds and handcuffs and stuff?" He said, "Yeah, sort of. But I like it when they treat me bad." I then told him that I'd be happy to do anything to him that he wanted. He looked at me and said, "I want you to do everything to me, but I don't get fucked. I want you to make me cry." I was getting really hard by this point, something he noticed as well. I'd never told him, but I'd always had a secret fantasy where I tie a guy up and abuse him all night long. He reached over and tried to touch my hardening cock, but I grabbed his wrist and told him "If I'm gonna make you cry, mate, I'd better start now then". I slammed his wrist against the headboard of the bed and reached down, picked up one of dad's work ties (we were fucking on dad's bed) and tied his wrist tightly to one of the wooden slats. Then I did the same thing to his other wrist and his ankles I tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed. I went to go look for something to blindfold him with while he lay there, spread-eagled. When I came back with a long, thick black scarf, I was instantly more aroused than I've ever been before. Every muscle he had was straining against the binds, making me feel incredibly in control, as they weren't even budging. Power was definitely my favourite aphrodisiac now. I walked over to him, slapped him hard across the face and told him to stop it, then blindfolded him. He started struggling again after that, so I decided he needed to be punished now. I came back about a minute later, with two bulldog clips and asked him if he was going to stop, or did I need to punish him for his insolence. He stopped struggling, but since he couldn't see me, I decided sadistically to punish him anyway. I walked over and gently kissed him on the mouth, then clamped one bull god clip onto his left nipple without warning. He yelled out, and I slapped him again hard, across the face. Then I bulldogged the other nipple as well. This time he didn't cry out. "Excellent," I thought to myself "He's finally learning who's in charge here" I could see his face contorting under the blindfold in response to the pain from the bulldog clips. I put one hand on his throat while another ran lovingly through his thick black hair. I started saying what a good boy he was in a sweet, comforting voice, while I slowly placed pressure on his throat with my hand. Then I started kissing him passionately while I moved the other hand to his throat and started squeezing with both hands. He was still so unbelievably hard after a couple of minutes of me choking, slapping and shoving my tongue down his throat, that I could only assume he was enjoying it. I yelled at him "Only sick, twisted faggots like what I'm doing to you. Is that what you are? Are you a sick and twisted faggot? Are you?" I yelled at him and slapped him across the face again. "Maybe I should try to save you by cutting off the source of your deprived pleasure" I whispered sinisterly into his ear as I left his throat and mouth and began to lick my way down to his fully erect, dripping member. I gave the clips on his nipples a good twist as I went past them. He whimpered, so I twisted them again in the other direction, hoping he'd make a sound. As soon as he did I yelled at him "Did I say you could make I noise? Huh? Did I?" and struck him again across the red marks on his face made by the previous slaps. I kept going down his 6-packed torso, licking and biting (hard, of course) all the way. When I got to his cock, I breathed lightly on the very tip and savoured the delicious smell of his sweat mixed with precum. I engulfed his whole cock into my mouth first go and swallowed ‘til I could feel his pubes against my chin. Then I bit into the base of his cock, with my teeth and began to drag them up his shaft without lessening the pressure. He began to moan, so I bit down harder and kept going. This made him buck his hips wildly, but I didn't let go. When I dragged my teeth over his head, his cock started spasming, so I quickly grabbed it and squeezed it with all my might, trying to prevent him cumming. When I saw he hadn't cum, and that it'd passed I got up and sat on top of him. "Did you think that was funny? Did you?" I asked him "Did I tell you to cum? Did I?" I demanded of him. When he didn't respond I screamed at him "Answer me you pathetic faggot!" "No" he said meekly and he felt the sting of my hand against his face again. "I mean, No, Master" I realised how much I liked the sound of that then. All I said was, "You need to be punished now". I untied him and retied him face down on the bed. Then I got a belt from the cupboard and started lightly flicking it over his gorgeous arse. I did this for a few minutes, then without warning, brought the belt down hard across his butt. He gasped and got harder. So did I. I struck him again and again with that belt, I don't know how many times. Looking back, I'm sure I must have been somehow possessed. I remember seeing lots of thick red lines across his arse and lower back and not caring, just knowing that there needed to be more. I parted his bubble cheeks and gave him a few sharp ones right onto his virgin hole. He screamed and tried to buck, but the ties were too tight. I lifted him up slightly so I had access to his balls and gave them a good pounding with the belt as well. Now he really was in pain. He was screaming and I was sure that were tear stains I could see coming through the blindfold. But I was in absolute heaven. I alternated between his balls and his puckered butt opening so that neither could go numb. While I was doing this, he began to struggle more than usual. And then he came. Boy, did he come. When he'd told me he liked being treated bad, I didn't know he meant he liked it this much. Pulse after pulse of hot, steaming jizz spattered all over the sheets, but I didn't stop belting him. When he'd finished shooting his man juice, I stopped and untied him. I rolled him over and ordered him lick up the mess he'd made. Then I stepped up, and with one foot each side of his muscular back, began to jack my cock over him, while he feasted gleefully on his own juice. I came in about 30 seconds and shot my cum all over his back and arse, all through his hair and completely ruined dad's sheet. I told him he need to suck his Master now, as I was still hard, from seeing him and me cum so much at one time. As I rammed my cock down my slave's throat I felt it building again inside me. His hot tongue was running all over my shaft and my head was banging the back of his mouth. It was all too much and I let forth with another massive blast of jizz. I ordered him to swallow it all. He tried to but there too much, so some ran out of his mouth onto his chin. Again he needed to be punished for his disrespect. I told him I needed to do a piss, but was too lazy to get up so I was going to make him be my piss bowl. He looked at me wide eyed, and knelt before me adoringly and opened his mouth awaiting my golden gift… We were never apart again. If you liked this story, or have any comments, please send you feedback to cyprian_twink@hotmail.com