Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Service Boy By Nathan Harvey Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle ran a tight ship when it came to his classes; there was never any fooling around. In his own misguided way he felt it was his mission to guide students on the straight and narrow in their moral path in academics as well as life in general, but once outside the classroom that was entirely another matter. Being a son of a devout Southern Baptist, during his early years of growing up, he had been raised believing that blacks were the scum of the earth and were put on this earth to serve the needs of the white man and to pleasure him when so needed. Even his father Cassias Carlyle had his ‘Comfort Boy” as they called them in those days. When his wife passed, he took great comfort in fucking his boy. Now mind you his father being a strict Baptist Minister had kept his son chase, but when little Bobby Carlyle reached his eighteenth birthday that was another matter; it was time for him to prove himself a man. The night of his birthday his father had led his ‘Boy’ Joshua into Bobby’s room naked except for the leash around his neck, as his coming of age present. The black boy stood there his head bowed knowing his duties. Then when ‘Little Bobby’ undressed sporting his now fully extended cock ‘Little Bobby’ wasn’t so little. Joshua knowing what he was here for and seeing Bobby’s timorousness dropped to his knees, and in one swift movement had sucked the engorged cock deep into this throat. Standing and watching his son in approval, Revered Cassias Carlyle began to urge “Little Bobby” to show him he was a man--to prove himself. Now reveling in the thrill of his new found pleasures and throwing his head back and howling in delirium, he shot his seed deep into Joshua’s throat. Whie he was looking up at his father’s smiling face, his father told him proudly, “Today you are a man, son.!” No sooner had Little Bobby withdrawn his cock from Joshua’s mouth, than Joshua spun around on his hand and knees, presenting his ass to Bobby. And as his still engorged cock sank into that hot, moist asshole, he felt he was experiencing heaven on earth. Holding Joshua’s body tight as his hips slammed into his ass, it was as if he was intent on driving his cock out poor Joshua’s mouth. Rolling his eyes as he unloaded his second load deep in his boy’s bowels, he begged his father to let him keep Joshua all night. Little Bobby was soon to learn to some men sex was a given, a need, but to him it had become an addiction. It was in college that Bobby discovered the fairer sex. Much to his dismay, the women objected to his generous endowment, calling him an animal and a freak, and when they did procreate with him, they acted like they were bestowing a great gift to him--something precious, and they always expected something in return. These bitches would tempt him and tease him and then withhold sex from him like some stupid game. Growing disgusted with the wiles of women, he reverted back to using black boys to satisfy his ever-growing sexual lusts, finding them far superior than anything women could offer him. In his constant quest to gratify his needs and prove his manhood he began to realize that if you took a nigger’s cherry you had a certain control over him. The bigger and stronger they were--just get them drunk--once he’d rammed his cock up their ass, because of their stupid pride they belonged to him. No self-respecting black would ever admit to being a white man’s cunt. As he developed and refined his system, he found that with pictures and then actual videos of them being ravaged by a white man, they easily became his property to use as he wanted. With the passing of his father and his continued quest for position, it was when he found himself a professor at University and tenured, that he came into his own. Anyone seeing Professor Carlyle for the first time in class or around campus never failed to be impressed with his rugged good looks. He cut quite a dashing figure, quite tall for having such a muscular frame and all man. His dark curly hair was set off by a wide band of gray streaking through it giving him sort of an ageless quality, and belied his twenty-five years. It was also rumored that he was hung like an animal and would fuck anything with a hole. There were many men that would pale when he came into the room and then would leave on some pretext or another, unable to look him in the face. Nothing was ever said because of the power of exposure he held over them. They had surrendered their bodies to him to use. To him they were no longer men, but cunts and whores. Smiling to himself he thought he would die before any man defiled him. The Professor was always dressed impeccably in his expensive classic tweeds and more than one student had made the costly mistake of coming on to him to improve his grade. Mostly he declined unless it was a black boy and he would be taken to his home and fucked within an inch of his life. If he was good, he would be added to his stable of niggers; if not they simply failed his course. He would fuck most any man, but his real preferences ran to young, juicy black men. In reality Professor Carlyle was a sexual bigot of the worst kind--in every sense of the word. He thought of himself not unlike Syracusan, the Greek courtier. As he raised his cock over a quivering black asshole, he visualized his cock was the sword symbolizing his power over these inferior beings. Then plunging his ‘sword’ deep into the writhing body, he could feel them surrendering their manhood to him. He would become their master, and they--the slave. On the thinly veiled pretext of tutoring the boys, he had a regular stream of black boys coming to his room to satisfy his lusts. Many in an effort to please him would bring a friend only to have him raped and added to the stable. No one would dare question his morality or he would come down on them with this wrath of fire and brimstone—an art that he’d learned so well from his father. He felt it his god given duty to show these blacks their place in the world. As all men must eventually answer for their actions, Professor Carlyle’s life was going to change forever--but I have told you who and what he was--I will let him tell you his story. The place, a Dimly lit office on campus, a handsome man in his shirtsleeves working at his cluttered desk--and now the story as told by Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle: I had been going through my correspondence when I came upon this directive. I recognized the writing, it was from the Dean of Admissions and little did I know that my life would change forever with this one letter. Breaking the seal and opening the letter, I saw it was a directive advising me of a new transfer student coming into my class. It was clear the way the directive was worded that I had no choice in the matter. Looking at the name of this Jefferson Davis person, I knew he must have someone behind him with money and position. Well I would see about it, I didn’t like being pushed around--not even by the Dean--I had tenure--I had a position to maintain, and by god I was not some nobody they could push around! After a few days I had put it out of my mind, hoping it would be forgotten, but a week later when I was seated at my desk, this black boy entered. Looking up at him, our eyes met and he asked if I was Professor Carlisle. I wondered, what did this nigger want with me? I was about to tell him he was not welcome in my office when he spoke up in a clear strong voice introducing himself as Jefferson Davis, the new transfer student. You could cut the silence with a knife as we just looked at each other. This Davis nigger, he was well built and the way he was dressed, he had the look and aura of money about him. Thinking he was so confident--so arrogant, I wondered just who in the hell did this smart ass think he was. Then this feeling deep inside me made me realize he was somehow different than the rest, I was going to have to be very careful with him. I kept watching him as he began moving toward me. Now standing directly in front of my desk, his one hand moving to his crotch and provocatively making a rubbing motion, he then reached out to shake my hand. I thought, how dare they send this uncouth nigger into my class! Then slowly I began to associate the Davis name with the name of the new science building that was going up on campus. It was then I began realizing just how much power and money was apparently behind this boy. Standing and looking at him in my special condescending way, I reached out and took his hand. The boy didn’t even flinch at my distain, but just kept squeezing my hand until I was wincing from pain. Smiling and releasing my hand in this patronizing way, then he said he’d heard so much about me from his brother. He just knew he had to take my class. ‘Brother?’ trying to remember I’d never had a black boy named Davis in my class! Looking intently into those black shining eyes I said, “I don’t remember having your brother in class.” His face suddenly took on a pained look. He replied, “Yes, Jeremy Stokes, he was a brother in our, oh how you say it?--our fraternity.” As soon as I heard the name a cold chill ran over me. That was the boy I had made the butt of all my jokes in class, and when he came to me asking to talk, I’d taken him to my apartment saying we could talk better there. He was a good-looking boy, his skin the color of honey and I was willing to bet he was a virgin. Bringing him a drink well laced with ‘Ruffies’ I soon had his ass naked in bed raping the hell out of him. When he finally did come around, I had him tied to the bed with my cock deep inside his ass. All that weekend he was mine to do with as I pleased. It was inevitable that after my stretching his ass to accommodate my cock, eventually he would begin to accept the fact that he was a white man’s cunt--now and forever. By the second day both his ass and his mouth belonged to me, having stretched his throat so brutally with my cock that now he could only make grunting sounds. His ass now gaped like a dockside whore with my cum drooling out of it. I had made sure I got it all on video, every precious moment of his deflowering. After finally finishing my conquest and releasing him, I watched him dress as I played back the tape for him to watch. He was so pathetic, he kept sobbing in his raspy voice asked why, why did I take away his manhood? Having suddenly tired of his sobbing, and told him to grow up, that he and his kind were nothing but sluts made to service whites. Laughing then, I continued, telling him when he needed another good fucking to come back to me. Then warning him that if he ever said anything to anyone, I would publish the tape and prove to everyone that he’d come to my room of his own accord. I would tell them he had given himself to me for a better grade. After watching him running down the steps from my apartment in hasty retreat, I figured in a day or two he would get over it like they all did. After all, he had liked getting fucked and he would want more just like the rest of my black stable. When the boy didn’t show up for class, that was when I heard that he had tried unsuccessfully to kill himself. I was only sorry that he hadn’t succeeded, such a delicate pretty boy and he had really been a great fuck, but he was such a wimp. My only concern was of his telling about what had happened, was soon diminished after a few vague no name rumors about him being raped. After a few more weeks, he was gone so it didn’t really matter anymore. Besides, I had the tape of his giving himself to me for better grades if anything ever came of it. I was just too smart for those poor black bastards. I knew now looking into this face of innocence that all was not as it appeared with this boy. I could feel he had an agenda. For the first time in my life a black was telling me what to do and I didn’t like it one bit. Refusing to submit to him was out of the question and if he was as smart as he looked, and failing him would be impossible. I was going to have to somehow put up with this nigger--and even pass him! The thought of it all galled me. Shuffling some papers and then looking up into his still smiling face, I managed to choke out a thinly veiled pleasantry, “Nice to have you aboard, Mr. Davis.” I could tell from his changed expression that this nigger knew he’d won. He knew who I was and he knew what I was, but proving it would be another matter. That was the start of the downfall of my life. It was shortly after the new term began that my apartment was broken into and many of my things were stolen. Even more worrisome--my tapes of the boys I’d raped—they were gone! Then there was the night my car was vandalized—some thug had cut my brake lines and I went careening wildly down the street, finally ending up crashing into a tree. I had no doubt who was behind all these ‘incidents’. Almost weekly I was having one disaster after another of some kind. My life was turning into a living hell. Then this Davis nigger began showing up in class in clothing that looked like what had been stolen from my apartment. When he wore a tweed jacket with the same ripped sleeve, I began thinking I now had formulated a way to get rid of him once and for all. After my filing charges against him for the burglaries, as soon as it hit the papers, we became the talk of the campus. Much to my dismay the Jefferson boy produced sales slips in court for everything he had worn. The charges were dropped and the case was summarily thrown out of court, but it was far from over. The Jefferson boy’s attorney then sued the university. The local papers were sensationally covering his counter suit, and from that point on, my career was headed down the toilet. As they kept digging into the old tales and dismissed charges, things began going from bad to worse. Videos suddenly appeared miraculously, and the papers began to publish sensational stories and pictures of the Bigot Professor who intimidated and raped his black students. Soon there were few students left in my classes--except for Jefferson Davis and a few fagots. The trial was generating so much publicity; Dean Profit finally suggested it might be a wise course of action for me to take a sabbatical before I was removed on a morals charge. It was his way of telling me my days as a teacher were essentially over. There would be no university that would want me now, tenure or no tenure. Pushing the request form for a sabbatical towards me, it was now more of a command then a suggestion. After I completed filling out and signing the papers requesting my sabbatical, he took them from my hands and granted it then and there. What galled me most was to be forced out of my tenured job by some nigger. The trial seemed to drag on forever, and take on a life of its own--with new evidence always coming out about what a bigot and pervert I was. What was even worse were the still shots of my dicking some black ass that kept showing up on the Internet. When it was all said and done, between the lawyers and court costs I was left with nothing---my home---my stocks--- my savings--all gone! I was penniless and there wasn’t a university in the states that would hire me. That damn black bastard had ruined my life! I had to get away, to change my name, do something before others would find me and take me to court and perhaps prison on morals charges. In desperation I managed to throw a few things into a bag. I had made arrangements with my attorney to dispose of my remaining possessions and pay off as many of my remaining debts as possible, and now I had to flee. As I pulled away from my home, internally, I was still seething with anger. Damn niggers—it was all I could think of--they were taking over everything. I had just pulled out on the Interstate when this limo began flashing its lights behind me. Thinking that something was wrong with my car, I began slowing down and pulled over. After getting out and walking around the car, I saw nothing amiss. Seeing that nothing apparently wrong, I headed back to the limo to inquire what the problem was. As the door slowly opened, this hulk of a black man in a uniform exited. Asking what the problem was suddenly I was gripped from behind and I felt this stinging in my arm and my body began going numb. I could see them, I could hear them, but it was like my body had lost contact with my mind. Lifting me and placing me in the back seat, I heard the words, “Don’t worry Professor Carlyle, we aren’t going to hurt you.” After taking his handkerchief and wiping the spit from my open mouth the uniformed hulk got behind the wheel. I sat there numbly watching as one of them drove my car away. The hulk then reached up and closed my eyelids. I was now in total silence and darkness, and then there was nothing. I’m not sure what woke me first, the pain or the low murmur of a crowd. My arms were stretched above me and when I would try to move, I would swing and the pain was terrible. Realizing I was in this hall suspended naked, as my mind cleared, this high bench came into focus. There were twelve hooded figures sitting there as if they were judges of some high court. Then as my eyes traveled around the room, I saw a sea of black faces. Suddenly--now in absolute fear for my life--I began screaming out for help. This blinding light came on and I was bathed in its spotlight. Trying to focus my eyes to this new brightness, I could barely make out the shape of this big black hooded and naked nigger approaching me. As he got closer I could see the leather straps that circled his chest and ran over his broad, muscular shoulders. If it were not for his engorged cock hanging menacingly between his legs, he would look like an executioner from a forgotten time in history. Screaming at him to get me down, he laughed noiselessly and held his finger up to his lips as if to tell me to be silent. I began yelling even louder. His hands were so quick that in seconds, he was forcing what seemed to be some type of bit into my mouth. When the room grew silent, this old naked black man stepped forward, acting like an oracle. I heard these words, “The tribunal of the Phallus finds Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle guilty of deflowering the bodies of Black Men, of stripping them of their manhood and reducing them to sex slaves for his pleasures. As our forefathers have done centuries before us, we the Tribunal of Phallus do decree his body will be sacrificed to Shiva by means of the Lingam to cleanse his soul and purify his body.” Looking down at this enormous stone cock they called a “Lingam” I felt someone spreading my legs, and then I could feel them position this cold granite spike-like cock between my legs. Feeling the cold granite tip poised at my ass, slowly I felt the chains begin to lower my body. I rested on the tip of that stone Phallus, for a second it then began making penetration into my ass. I began trying to stand, but my legs simply would not touch the floor and the weight of my body kept pressing me further down on that cold stone shaft, and in turn pushing my legs further apart. The total weight of my body was now forcing it deeper up my ass, causing a searing pain in spite of its coldness. Groaning as the stone pushed deeper and forcing my stomach to expand, it felt like my gut was going to explode. Suddenly I was shivering as the cold stone kept pushing its way ever deeper inside me, thinking it was most likely going to kill me. Now in desperation, as the pain began numbing my body, I just kept sinking deeper down on the stone. My stomach was now bloated from the stone deep inside me, yet I sank another foot before I came to rest at the base of the stone. With the stone shaft deep in my guts, they asked if I had now repented for my sins of carnal lust. Crying out, I whaled, “Yes- yes!—Anything!” Having the stone completely impaled deep inside me, I would do anything for my repentance. Somehow that stone shaft deep in my gut had remade my body to fulfill their needs. My cock now lay shriveled up like some dead thing as that stone had reconfigured my body, stretching my insides and molding my body like some well used street whore. They had stripped me of my manhood. What more could they do to me--except execute me. Then a gong sounded somewhere and I felt the warmth of water washing over me. My body began to tingle and I could smell the sent of mint. Still consumed with pain, I began to realize by body was being shaved, my transformation then continued. Closing my eyes wanting to die, from the corners of my mind I began to realize what kind of devils did this to men, I was being held by some kind of hellish cult of Phallicism. My life was most likely over, because I vaguely remembered that in all my studies of the cults, the victims were always sacrificed. My only thoughts were how they were going to murder me. My mind was brought back to reality when the harsh voice of the Oracle announced it was time to accept the seeds of remorse. Then, row-by-row, the black men in the chambers stood, and then began moving towards me. Time after time my head was then pulled back and I was used as their receptacle of lust. Over and over I swallowed cum and urine until my face was swollen and numb, but it went on and on until sucking and swallowing their cum and urine had become an automatic reflex. There were now no thoughts, no questions--I sucked what ever was shoved into my mouth--I swallowed what ever it was they poured into me. When I was finally lifted from the now bloody stone, everything went black. How long it had been when I woke, I will never know. How many men I sucked off--must have been in the hundreds. Now I found myself in this cell like room lying on a cot. Looking around, all I could see was darkness and then something moved. I recognized the big black naked nigger with the leather straps, but now I could see his ugly face. Leaning close to my face he grinned at me saying, “You can call me Hugo, cunt bo--I am your teacher!” Struggling to comprehend I muttered, “Teacher? Teacher for what?” He just smiled at me saying, “Your body has learned to service, but still your mind resists. I will be your teacher to guide you the rest of the way.” Still grinning he held up this gargantuan dildo, saying when I had mastered the Auger and had accepted my new life, then and only then will I be free to leave this place. Looking at that huge shinny silver dildo, I said he was crazy--no one could take something like that up their ass. The damn thing had to measure at least fifteen inches and was almost three inches wide. I sure wasn’t going to shove that up my ass, no man could. (This tool does exist and can be ordered on line) Telling me not to worry, that I would learn little bit by little bit and as I accepted this new duty, I would also learn to accept my new role in life. Telling him he was crazy he smiled saying, “Not to worry boy, I have ways to teach you.” I found myself laughing more out of hysteria than anything else, I said again, “No man could take that monster up his ass”. Getting an impish look on his face, Hugo said he would prove it to me and setting the thing on the floor and squatting, he began to descend on the shinny silver shaft. Half rising up to see the shaft sink deeper into that black body, I watched as three inches, then five, and finally he was down to fourteen inches and this look in his eyes--they were shinning and he had this look of absolute rapture on his face. What was even more amazing happened next as he began fucking himself with that, what had he called it, oh yes, that auger. Then driving himself to organism by riding the Auger he finally stood, the shaft slowly coming out of his body. Wiping himself and the Auger off he began to polish it saying, “You try now cunt boy”. My first thought was to protest, but looking at him and at the Auger he had said when I could take it all I was free, I could leave. It seemed ludicrous but if this was what it took to get out of this madhouse alive, I would do it. Sliding off the table, my ass still stretched wide from that stone phallus, I stood over the silver shaft and began to lower myself on to it. Closing my eyes and gritting my teeth, all I could take was about six inches of the shaft into my body. Grinning at me Hugo was telling me that was a good start, but now it was time for me to rest. Lying down on the bed, I realized how tired I was. Feeling this prick in my arm, he said not to worry he was giving me something to make me sleep. He told me to rest, but first he needed to plug my ass to keep me open. Looking at him now holding this stainless steel dildo, he told me to raise my legs and as the cold tip touched my sore ass, it felt good. Then as it worked it way into me I realized it had been chilled, and it felt absolutely wonderful. Closing my eyes everything seemed like a nightmare, it had to be a nightmare. And so for me there was no day or night--just one long eternity of eating sleeping and my silver dildo. Oh yes the dreams, the dreams of cocks, thousands of them using me. Hugo was my only companion and in the bitter loneliness I began feeling a sort of closeness to him. Still aloof, he remained my teacher always. After a while it was like a contest to see how much of The Auger I could suck in my ass. It had now become more than a contest to see how much I could take, the sensations of it sliding deep into my body were unbelievable, leaving me with this need to feel more of that cold metal inside me. This ‘thing’ seemed to have awakened every fiber of my body and it was with desperation I managed to squat lower, driving a little more up my ass until finally I was almost there. Standing over me and whispering in my ear saying, “Hugo help you Bobby.” Looking up it was the first time I realized he had ever called me anything but ‘Boy or cunt’. I was so close but so far when Hugo placed his hands gently on my shoulders saying, “Now try hard Bobby, surrender your body to it and he pushed down.” Suddenly the last of the shaft disappeared completely into my ass. Feeling that sensation of that thing spreading through my body my eyes seemed to roll back into my head and my mind slide into this aura of bliss. My body had now completely surrendered to this thing, this metal phallus and I had become one. I now began to experience a happiness I’d never known before. My body was trembling from the experience of total surrender and it was then I realized why they had done this to me. It was then I felt Hugo’s wet face against mine pulling his face to mine and I kissed him. Slowly standing as the silver shaft slipped from my body, I dropped to my knees begging him to make love to me, to take my body and use me. Crawling up on my bed and spreading my legs, for the first time in my life I felt the warmth of another body inside mine. My whole body became alive as I begged him to fuck me. When he had finished with me I lay in his arms wanting more. Slipping between his legs as my lips moved around his enormous cock, I sucked him deep into my throat. When I had suckled on him until he had nothing more to give, I crawled up into his arms begging him not to tell them I had mastered my task that I wanted to stay with him forever. Hugo just smiled saying his job was done. Shortly after that we were summoned to the chamber. It was time to prove I had truly learned to serve men. Walking to the front of the chamber naked, my hair now grown to shoulder length and pulled into a ponytail, I proudly carried my Auger before them awaiting their inspection. On command I placed my Auger on the floor and kneeled before them. Knowing what they were waiting for, I straddled the shaft and began to slowly descend until I was sitting on the floor with it deep inside me. It was again that feeling of euphoria that swept over me and rising and falling I began fucking myself on my Auger surrendering my body to my lusts. Only when I lay prostrated on the floor I was told to rise. Crawling to my feet, my Auger sliding out of my ass, I held the shaft tightly to my chest and thanked them for showing me the errors of my ways. Then I was dismissed and Hugo led me to my cell telling me how proud of me he was. That night when we made love it was like I’d been reborn and I wanted to stay with Hugo forever. I now accepted my roll in life, I was a cunt, a service boy and I needed men to be complete. When Hugo had gratified himself, I then slid willingly between his legs and began to suck his cock. Feeling him filling my throat I was so caught up in my lust I never realized we weren’t alone. Feeling this prick in my arm I continued to suck on him as I drifted into this deep sleep. It was to the sound of traffic that I woke, feeling very uncomfortable in clothing. It was like a time warp, like it had never happened. I was here, like god only knows when it was they took me and now I was back. How could they do this to me I though, take me away from Hugo. Still in a daze and wondering what I was going to do without my lover, I saw the glistening of silver in the seat next to me. It was my Auger. Well at least they’d given me that! My only thoughts were that I had to go back--I had to find them. It was then I noticed the red flashing light pulling up behind me on the shoulder. Sitting there watching a magnificent black man in uniform exit the patrol car and come striding toward me, I felt this flush of excitement. Rolling down the window I was staring into the face of this black officer. Looking in he asked if I was all right, he had seen me parked here earlier this morning and he though I might be sick. Then as his eyes traveled to the seat beside me he said, “Holy Shit! What kind of club it that damn thing?” Looking over at the Auger I began stuttering, not knowing what to say. Reaching across me and picking my Auger up he laughed saying, “You stick this thing up your ass?” Bowing my head in complete honesty saying, “Yes Sir” and looking up into his eyes I knew he could see the lust in my face. Then his eyes flashed in recognition and he said, “ I remember you now, you’re that dude into raping black boys aren’t you?” You know boy you’re not safe in this town. Getting a puzzled expression I asked, “Where am I, what day is this, what month?” Ripping his sunglasses off he asked, “You on drugs boy?” Telling me to get out of the car and come back to his patrol car, as I stepped out he followed me jabbing me with his stick. After sliding into the car he closed and locked the door and then came around to check me out on his computer link. Sitting there my eyes were drawn to his crotch, where there was a distinct outline of his cock snaking down his leg. Looking over at me saying, “You see something you want white boy?” Dropping my eyes saying, “No sir. Please, no sir. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Laughing he again said, “You see something you want white boy?” Then he began laughing saying he could use a good piece of ass from a honky slut. My hands flew to his crotch and pushing me away said, “Not here boy I have a place we can go!” End of chapter one. Comments to Nathan Harvey at harveynate@AOL.com