Gay Erotic Stories

I sat naked in the back of Jeff's car, wrists handcuffed behind me and gagged with Jeff's underwear, absolutely enjoying the rest. Jeff, the personal trainer I signed up with to help take me to the Olympics in various track-and-field events, just put me through the most intense workout of my life. I was still sweating, still out of breath, but at least I wasn't lifting, running, punished, or being fucked while bound. Jeff put dildo's up my ass, tied me to various machines, fucked me while he hung me from the pull up bar. I was spread so wide, and, honestly, wanted more. After all, he wouldn't let me cum. He had "trained" me for over 90 minutes, touched my cock only to pull on my balls or squeeze the shaft, and yet I still was about to cum before he stopped. He pulled out and carried me to his car, preparing to "take my training to the next level."

So, we drove and drove and drove. I studied my trainer and master as I sat there immobile. Jeff was all muscle, about 6 feet tall and 185 pounds of muscle, every one of which glistened in the sunlight. Even sitting in his car, I could see his tight abs, without one ounce of fat on them. He was tough, a marathon runner, a boxer, a teacher. I wanted him, but more so, I wanted to be like him -- a successful athlete and a perfect man.

He occasionally glanced back and scowled, with comments like, "Your body's ok, but we need to work on it," or "Stop struggling boy, a good athlete knows what battles to fight." I sat there, waiting. I was in good shape, about 5'9", about 140 pounds, with little body fat. I was a boyish athlete with a ripped body and only had Jeff to thank for it. As I pondered how I owe him so much, yet had been so abused by him, the car stopped.

Jeff pulled me out of the car, which had stopped in front of what must have been his house. He led me inside and downstairs to what turned out to be his own personal gym. It had everything. I saw the pull up bar and shuttered a bit, remembering what happened to me the last time I was on one of those. Jeff took the cuffs off and took the gag out.

"Welcome to my gym. Here's where we're going to make sure you're ready to compete in any event you want. Are you ready?"

His tone had taken a conciliatory tone. "Yes sir."

"That's okay. You don't have to call me, sir, anymore." He reached for a Gatorade bottle. "Here, do you want?"

I grabbed for it and chugged it. I was so tired and spent. I leaned on him and he let me, even hugging me. I felt so secure, so safe, until I felt Jeff's fist in my stomach. I doubled over and fell to the ground.

"ACHHHHHHH!" I yelled.

"Fuck this, kid. You think it's about to get easier!? Get the fuck up!"

I reached for his leg to pull me back up, but he backed away. I pulled myself up and stared at him. I wanted to succeed and please him.

"50 jumping jacks!" Jeff barked.

I followed his order, my hard cock flapping with each jump.

"50 jump squats!"

Again I did what I was told.

"50 high knees!"

I did them, breathing harder now.

"Hit the treadmill!"

I ran to the treadmill and turned it to a 7 min/mile pace. I started running, only to have Jeff speed up the pace. I ran for 30 minutes, handling it pretty well, though it was hard to run with my cock hanging out. I saw myself in the mirror in front of me. Sweating profusely, I glistened in the lights, exposing every muscle. Jeff was eyeing me pretty hard, which kept me pretty hard!

"STOP!" And I did. "50 Pushups!"

I got down on the floor and made it to 40 before I felt Jeff on top of me. He lay his body on top of mine, his cock lining up with my ass. I fell to the ground.

"I didn't tell you to stop, boy!"

"I'm sorry sir." I tried to push up, but couldn't manage to push up his weight and mine. "I can't."

"You WHAT?" Jeff pulled my hair with one hand and with the other, quickly tied me wrists above me. I was only immobile because he lay on top of me. I was ready for his cock. I knew it was coming, if not now, then soon. Instead, I got an electric dildo up my ass. I screamed as his put it in and as soon as he turned it on, I quivered all over in pain.

"Every time you can't finish a workout, I give you a few volts inside you. Whatever else happens is up to you!"

I tried to do the pushups again, but could manage one. I got shocked. "UHHHHHH!" It felt both painful and amazing. It left me with that tingling feeling I had before cumming, but only after some seconds of real pain. So I kept trying. I did two more pushups before Jeff shocked me again and mercifully, stood up. I finished the pushups, only to collapse on the floor.

I got up, trying to hold the dildo inside me. I didn't want to know what he would do if I let it go. I had to stick my ass out and walk strange to keep the dildo in. He ordered me to do bicep curls, low rows for my back, and seated flies, shocking me when I couldn't do he wanted me to. Finally, he told me to stand up.

He grabbed me by the hair and started the voltage. The shock was continuous as he deep kissed me. I was tingling all over and before I knew it, I started cumming. I yelled out in pleasure. The miles of jizz spewed all over the floor and on Jeff. But when I was done, Jeff punched me in the face. I fell to the floor.

"Who said you could cum?"

"I didn't mean to."

"Lick it up!"

I licked my cum off the floor and then off Jeff. He took out his cock and ordered me to suck, so I gladly did. Until, that is, he was ready to abuse me some more.

"You fuckin' gonna get it now."