Gay Erotic Stories

Volk and Jadon spanked and fucked around the clock pausing only to eat and sleep at short lengths. The third morning of being together, they sat at the dining room table for breakfast. Jadon was homesick and decided to tell Volk that he must leave. Volk admired Jadon’s mouth as he ate and thought to himself as soon as the little fairy had enough to eat he would fuck him on the table, spank him, and then drink from his sweet cock. “Volk, I have to go home now,” Jadon sheepishly told the ogre. “Just because I am being nice to you doesn’t mean you aren’t my slave anymore. No you will never leave my castle again,” growled Volk in a low hissing voice that scared Jadon into tears. Jadon stood up and told Volk in the most authoritative tone he could muster; “I don’t care what you say I am going home”. Volk’s open hand swept across Jadon’s face, sending him reeling to the floor. He lay on his back sobbing. Volk was enraged. Without a word he rolled Jadon over and rammed his large hard cock inside of him. Jadon yelped out “please stop, I’m sorry.” “Too late insolent boy”, Volk grunted out as he pounded inside of Jadon. His balls slapped his ass as a trickle of blood oozed out around Volk’s enormous prick from Jadon’s violated anus. Volk came with a loud grunt and shoved Jadon from his cock after he filled him with a large amount of hot seed. He stood up and hovered over Jadon as he lay on the floor crying and bleeding from his ass. “Some lessons have to be learned hard boy, I hope you learned this lesson well”, sneered Volk. Volk left the dining room to clean the fairy blood from his cock and to take a nap after such a hard fuck. The fairy’s hole was dry when he started to fuck him and it left his cock swollen and throbbing with a delicious pain. Dag wondered into the forest hoping that today he would see his fairy lover, Jadon but he was no where to be found. As he turned to leave, a rock lightly hit the small of his back. He turned to see Jonis. Jonis looked down trodden and not his usual sneaky self. “What is the matter Jonis? What has become of Jadon? I haven’t seen him in the forest for days.” “I don’t know,” Jonis answered fighting back tears. “He’s gone and my Da is in bed, sick with worry. I’m afraid if Jadon is not found Da will die of a broken heart. You must find him Ogre, please, I know you are his lover.” “I will find him Jonis, go on and tend to your Da, tell him I will bring Jadon back to him.” Dag did not have to wonder where Jadon was he knew just who might have him. Volk! He ran through the forest as fast as he could fearing the worst from Volk. He reached the castle and pounded on the door. After pounding several times he walked through the door and began searching the castle room by room. He gasped when he entered the dining room. The sight of Jadon lying face down on the floor and bleeding made his stomach feel ill. He scooped him off the floor to comfort him and assess his wounds. Jadon was still frightened and struggled with Dag until he realized it was his lover and not Volk. “Oh Dag take me home, take me home” sobbed Jadon uncontrollably. “I will lad, I’m going to get you out of here.” “It will have to be over my cold dead body,” announced Volk. “It doesn’t have to be this way,” urged Dag. He put Jadon on his feet and told him to leave the room. Jadon did as he was told but only went as far as the outer door of the dining room so that he could peak in and watch the transpiring fight. Volk ran at Dag but Dag was quicker on his feet and was able to trip Volk. Volk lay on the ground for only a moment and was back on his feet again. They punched and kicked, each taking a good beating from the other. Volk pulled a small knife from his wide leather belt and Jadon yelled out “Dag he’s got a knife!”. As the words were leaving Jadon’s lips Dag had already grabbed a knife off the table and in a blink, Jadon was watching Volk fall to his knees holding his throat. Dag had cut him from ear to ear and his death was but a heart beat away. Jadon vomited at the sight of the blood and passed out. Dag picked him up and ran from the castle. He did not stop running until they had cleared the Ogre village and came upon a small stream of clear crisp water. Volk was royalty as was Dag, but killing a royal was killing a royal and that meant death. He knew he could never return to his home again and sobbed quietly to himself as he cleaned Jadon’s still motionless body with the soothing clean water from the stream. Jadon woke with a shudder that went through his body and stretched his arms out to Dag who was cradling him under a large shade tree. “Are you hurt lover”, Jadon whispered in a singing sweet tone. “Not bad lover. I will be ok.” “I must take you home at once Jadon. Your Da, well he is very sick lad, sick because you have been missing.” Jadon felt tears well in his eyes and his heart ached. “I have no clothes Dag.” Dag pulled a blanket from a satchel that he had left in the forest filled with emergency rations and a blanket last spring. “Wrap yourself up in this lad and I will carry you home.” On the way to the Fairy home, Dag explained to Jadon that he must never return to the Ogre village. If he did his punishment for killing Volk would be death. He told Jadon that he was going to climb the mountains and stay there. “You can’t” whined Jadon. “And just why not lad?” “Because, the mountain beast lives at the peak and he will eat the flesh from your bones.” Dag laughed out loud and reassured Jadon that the ‘mountain beast’ was no more than a fictional legend made up by Fairy Ma’s and Da’s to keep their fairy children away from the harsh cold mountains. Jadon looked into Dag’s eyes and said, “You must take me with you. I can’t live without you.” “Your Da and Ma would miss you so lad, but if you insist I will take you with me.” The two reached Jadon’s home and he ran to his Da’s room hugging him and reassuring him it was really Jadon, return home safe and sound. Da brightened and said he felt better already. Jadon spent hours with his Ma and Da alone explaining what had happened to him and finally that he was going to go with Dag because he loved him. They did not object but were heart-broken and asked him to stay for a few nights before leaving. He and Dag agreed. Dag rested in the small bed with Jadon in his arms the night before their travel up the mountains. He had not tasted Jadon’s cum for what felt an eternity and decided he would wake him. He ran his fingers gently over Jadon’s cock and felt it twitch and grow. Jadon obediently spread his legs for Dag to suck him. Dag stopped short when he realized that Jadon no longer had a nest of curly hair around his cock. “What happened lad?” “He shaved me Dag, Volk shaved me.” Dag giggled although Jadon had answered the question in such a serious tone of voice, and replied, “That’s going to itch horribly when it grows back lad”. Jadon frowned and said, “Just suck my cock Dag”. Dag playfully slapped his balls and brought him to the peak of his pleasure enjoying the sweet cum that he missed so much.