Gay Erotic Stories

Jadon woke satisfied and tingling all over. He had never been pleasured that many times in the span of one night. He looked at the slumbering Ogre couple and smiled. He knew that he needed to get home Ma and Da were probably worried sick over his absence. He carefully wiggled out of the bed trying not to wake Dag and Mim and dressed himself. He quietly left the Ogre castle and headed into the forest. Volk stopped him in his tracks half way the distance to home. His large rough hands encircled Jadon's small arms as he hoisted the defenseless fairy over his shoulder. Jadon did not struggle the sting on his right cheek was reminder enough of what would happen if he did. Volk walked him to an Ogre castle in a remote corner of the village. The castle was dark and foreboding and very frightening in appearance. Jadon was slumped to the ground like a sack of flour as Volk fumbled open the large door to his abode. The door open, Volk turned and grabbed Jadon by one leg carrying him upside down through the door. They passed the dining area and the sitting room and came to steep winding stairs. Jadon was scared, but what terrified him the most was that Volk had not said a word from capture to this point. Volk let Jadon slide down his back landing on the cobblestone ground of the basement with a light thud. Jadon's head was spinning and his back aching. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard in an effort to try to relax but before he could Volk grabbed his ankles and was dragging him across the floor. When he finally stopped, he brought Jadon to his feet and shoved him towards a large dungeon in the far corner of the massive room. The bars were thick irons, the interior filled with straps and chains, and tables fitted with scary looking contraptions. "Strip Fairy", snorted Volk as he roughly smacked Jadon's ass. Jadon felt hot stinging tears welling in his eyes as he removed his already shredded clothing. Once naked, Volk picked him up and carried him to a table. He positioned Jadon on the table, the purpose of the contraption not yet clear to Jadon. He was positioned on his back with his knees bent and ankles tethered through iron shackles that were connected to a chain that hung from the ceiling. His chest and arms restrained with large leather straps. Volk turned a crank on the side of the table and as he did the chain from the ceiling moved downward forcing the shackles around his ankles to move out. Jadon's legs were so far apart he thought he would break in two and his buttocks were no longer touching the table. "I'm gonna break you Fairy, you are going to be my slave", Volk hissed. Jadon sobbed loudly and pleaded with Volk to let him go. Volk ran his fingers gently through Jadon's hair and lowered his lips to his ear whispering "No" long and low. Jadon's sobs were uncontrollable and he wondered if Dag would ever find him in this remote dungeon. Did Dag even know it was here? Jadon quit sobbing out of exhaustion and pleaded with Volk using his soulful brown eyes. Volk was not fazed by this and walked away from the table to a metal cabinet that was located outside of the dungeon bars. He came back with a bag and placed it on the floor next to the table. He pulled out a large oil pitcher and walked to the end of the table facing Jadon's spread legs. He tipped the pitcher, poured the oil over Jadon starting with his cock and balls, and then lowered it to saturate his hole. The oil was warm and felt soothing. Jadon could not control the throaty moans of pleasure that were escaping his lips. Volk laughed at the moans of pleasure coming from Jadon as he emptied the pitcher over his glistening balls. He felt himself fall into a slumber only to be startled awake from pain to his buttocks. Volk was standing at the end of the table with a round paddle covered with tiny holes. He swiped it across Jadon's ass again and paused to enjoy the look of terror, pain, and surprise on Jadon's face. He paddled until the ass of the fairy was bright red and he was again sobbing. He took the rounded handle of the paddle and inserted it into Jadon's hole slowly as he sucked the oil off his balls. The pain that Jadon had been feeling suddenly melted away with the feeling of the slick handle of the paddle filling him and the sensation of Volk's mouth sucking his balls. His cock was hard and dripping. Volk licked the first drop of sweet cum and then ravaged the hard fairy cock. Jadon came, moaned, and squealed as the paddle handle massaged his prostate. Volk removed Jadon from the table and guided him to a corner of the dungeon where he hosed him off with warm water and dried him. He led Jadon up the stairs to his bedchambers. "Sit still and this won't take long", snorted Volk. He lathered up Jadon's groin and shaved the curly dark hair that nested around his pink cock. "Much better", Volk said pleased. After the shaving of his groin, Jadon was fitted with a very complex shackling. His hands were locked to a chain that was bound around his waist. Volk wrapped his cock and balls in a leather sac that he hooked to the chain around Jadon's waist. Lastly, his ankles were shackled together and his knees brought to his chest by a chain connecting the ankle tethers to his waist as well. Volk positioned Jadon in the bed next to him on his side and turned off the light.