Gay Erotic Stories

When I woke this morning it was with a feeling of despair. I’d been primed for weeks to go on vacation and I was looking forward to getting a lot of hot sex. Now for the next two week I was going to be broke and stuck in my apartment. Some vacation this was turning out to be. It was bad enough to have my car getting a new engine in the garage, but it was costing me two thousand bucks! That was everything I’d saved for my vacation. I couldn’t even afford diddle shit now, and my vacation plans were down the toilet. To add to this vexation of mine, this morning my damn shower went crazy. What started as a little drip when I was drying off suddenly burst into a torrent of steaming hot water. The damn water nearly burned my nuts off. I struggled into my jeans dripping wet. I was ready to panic. I knew I had to get some help quick, even though I’d closed the bathroom door the steam was beginning to roll through the apartment. The whole place was turning into a steam room as clouds of steam seeped though the heating vents. I tried to call Emanuel, the building super, but I kept getting a damn busy signal. Exasperated, I took the elevator down to his apartment in the basement. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, it was like stepping into another world. The sounds of all the mechanicals humming gave the basement an unreal feeling like something out of a science fiction set. I was amazed that none of this noise could be heard above this floor. I wondered what kind of guy lived in this environment. I figured that all the walls down there must be soundproof. Knocking on the Super’s door, I waited and getting no response, I knocked harder. Finally I ended up pounding on the door. After what seemed like an eternity his door finally opened. Letting it swing wide there stood this huge hairy ape dressed only in a smelly undershirt and a pair of pee stained jockeys. Looking at that huge man standing there in front of me, I had to gasp at the size of the basket he was sporting--it was majestic! He had to be hung like a stud horse and he sure smelled like one. Standing there towering over me giving me the once over he quipped, “You’re that little fagot in three B aintcha, What’s you problem sweetie?”. Swallowing and ignoring his condescending tone I blurted out, “My name is Bobby Keller and my problem was with my damn showe!”. I told him it was turning my apartment into a cheap steam bath. Standing there scratching his nuts he gave me a blank look and all he said was, “Fuck man I was just gonna take a shower, well give me a few seconds and I’ll be right with you Bobby Boy.” Slamming the door in my face he just left me standing in the hall. I retreated to the elevator to wait for him thinking what a rude ugly beast he was. I had to admit he was a hunky animal even if he was ugly as an ape. If he cleaned up a bit, I could get off on that cock of his. When he finally did come out all he’d done was pull on a grimy pair of jeans, a ratty pair of sneakers and he was wearing the same sweat stained undershirt. Standing there holding his big plastic toolbox, he looked me up and down. I felt naked under the cold gaze of his appraising eyes. Getting in the elevator with him, I started to choke, he actually stunk. Looking down at me with almost a leer he told me I sure was a damn arrogant little bitch and he’d just love to take me down a couple of notches for my own damn good. The ride up to the third floor seemed to take forever. He had a hot looking body he didn’t stink so bad. Following him down the hall to my door, I watched that hard tight ass of his I knew he was all man, I would love to get my cock up his ass. Opening the door with his keys he stepped in swearing the place was like a fuckin steam bath. The walls were even beginning to sweat now. Ordering me to open up the windows before the plaster started coming down on us, he hurried to the bathroom. Walking into the steam filled bathroom, he asked what in the hell happened to the shower. By now it was pouring hot water and belching steam out of the showerhead. Slipping into the hall in the front of the bathroom and opening the linen closet, he flipped a piece of plywood loose. Using two little chrome handles he managed to shut the water off. With the water and steam stopped it took him only a few seconds, and with a few deft turns to the faucet he had new washers in and everything was back in order. I kept thanking him. He said if I was so damn grateful to come down for a drink with him while my apartment dried out. As I moved through the living room opening the windows, he stood there watching me and waiting for me almost daring me to come. He had caught me way off guard but swallowing hard, I said I would love to have a drink with him. I had to admit his body was something that absolutely fascinated me. Like they always said take them home clean them up and get a good fuck out of them. What did I have to lose with this bozo. He introduced himself as Emanuel Warren on our ride down to the basement and he was not only my super, but he was also the owner of the building. Leaning over to shake his hand as I stood next to him and got a good whiff of his body odor, I was beginning to be very sorry I said I would join him. Glancing up at him again he must have realized my revulsion and raising an arm and sniffing, he laughed making a long low whistle saying he smelled like a damn wild boar. Opening the door of his apartment, he told me to go in and get comfortable and he would trot in and take a quick shower. I should fix a couple drinks and he’d be back before I had them mixed. Once inside away from the noise of all that equipment the silence in the apartment was deafening. I was amazed at what he called an apartment. There were pipes and electrical boxes and all kinds of weird stuff hanging on the walls. Rings and hooks and chains hung everywhere. It was obvious that he used his place as a workshop as much he did an apartment. Somehow were he lived suited the big thug. Sitting there a strange looking device caught my eye. It took a few minutes to realized what I was looking at was an old time Pillory. I never thought a big bozo like him would be into antiques. Then on closer inspection, I realized it was quite new. This one had been crafted of oak and was styled like the old time stock but it was a lot lower. Anyone strapped in would be forced into a stooped position with his hands, head, and ass at crotch level. I wondered if he had built this device himself and for what reason. What was even more frightening from the darkness of the wood in the neck and hand areas it had obviously been used many times. I was sure now he was some kind of nutcase. When I heard him finishing up and coming out of the bathroom and not wanting him to find me snooping, I hurried to the bar and finished making our drinks. Turning to hand him a drink, I was surprised he was only dressed in just a clean undershirt and jockeys. Now and I couldn’t take my eyes off that basket of his. Whatever his face looked like he had one great body and he was really hung. Taking the glass from me, Emanuel bottomed it saying it was good then asking me what it was. Then I told the bozo it was a martini. Telling me to make another drink for us, he said that this time I was to put it in a real glass instead of one of those silly little society ones that came with the bar. He thought they were for prissy little fucken queers. This time I used water tumblers instead of the martini glasses. Well, if he wanted his martinis by the quart I wasn’t going to complain. It was a free drink. After mixing two more jumbo martinis, we sat there working on them. It didn’t take long with the size of those whoppers that I was beginning to feel my booze. The liquor didn’t seem to phase Emanuel a bit. Sitting there he spread his legs wide enjoying my fascination with his basket knowing he hand a live one. Before long he was stroking his basket with one of his big hands. As the booze continued to relax me, I sat there watching in him in fascination. He was so relaxed about his body he made me feel at ease. I began to get as hard as a rock and even started rubbing my crotch in response to his signals. After a few more sips on that monstrous drink, I began confiding in him like an old friend pouring out my problems to him. I started bitching about being off on vacation with no place to go, telling him how lonely I was and how I hated to be alone. As I talked, I kept watching his crotch and his cock seemed to just keep getting bigger. I knew we had connected then, he knew I wanted him. I was getting hotter than hell just looking at that body of his and I started babbling about sex and love. Emanuel came right out then and asking me how long I’d been gay. Surprised at his bluntness, I told him ever since I was ten. I had never told anyone about this and I was surprised now I was telling him. He seemed so interested I went into how when I was little some of the boys at school had this macho club. There were twelve of them in the club but only five of them met me after school. They took me with them deep in the woods to this little shack they called their clubhouse. They led me into the shack, taunting me while telling me I was too pretty to be a boy. Then making me strip, they said they wanted to see if I was a girl or if I had a cock. All twelve of them were standing around forming a big circle around me now that I was naked. One of them pushed me on my knees while another one tied my hands behind my back, telling me they were going to teach me about sex. Going on with the story I told him, I’d started to cry out, but one of the bigger boys jammed his cock in to my mouth when I began to yell telling me to suck him off. When I wouldn’t suck on him he kicked me in my balls. Crying from the abuse he kept kicking me until I began sucking on him like crazy. Once I had his cock in my mouth sucking on him, they all took their cocks out waiting for their turns. They never stopped after that, one after the other of the boys just kept jamming their cocks into my mouth. I would suck one of them and as soon as he would be shoot his nuts off, I had to swallow their cum because there was another cock being pushed in my mouth. They kept me there on my knees for hours, making up games like seeing who could drive it down my throat the furthest, or who could come the most often. I began to love the feeling of their cocks. When they’d had their fun and it was all over, they untied me warning me that if I ever told anyone, they would say I was a queer--that I had taken them to the shack to suck them off for money. It would be my word against twelve of them. I promised I would never tell anyone. Then as I dressed I asked them if I could suck them off again sometime. After that I never knew when they would come for more, but I was always ready to go with them. When they did come for me, I always went willingly, knowing I was going to get to suck them off. The only difference now was when they gathered around me in that circle, they were the naked ones. As I talked, he began slipping his undershirt off. Still listening to me, he was now siting there with that beautiful hairy chest. I just kept staring at it. Rising just a bit from his chair, he let his jockeys drop to his knees as he continued working on his cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off of that giant piece of meat with that cockring around it. I just kept talking nervously as my eyes darted all over his beautiful hairy body lingering mostly on that beautiful hard cock of his. It seemed like it was the most natural thing in the world to be sitting there with my Building Super naked. Stupidly, I babbled on telling him it was in the fall of that year I started sucking them off that they decided they wanted to fuck me. When they told me what they wanted, with out a wor,d I stripped naked and dropped to my hands and knees to service them. One by one all twelve of them fucked my ass. After that they came for me every week. I had become their club sex slave and they used me right up until graduation from High School. That’s when I told him I’d moved here so I could be around my own kind of people. There it was, I was telling him I was gay and hot and I wanted him. Emanuel had been setting there listening and now moving behind me, he began to take my clothes off.. Talking in a soft soothing singsong voice, he handed me my drink to finish. His big gentle hands kept at me until he had all my clothes off and I was sitting there hot, naked and hard as a rock wanting him to take me. He knew I wanted him and I knew he wanted me to beg him for his cock. All I could see now was that hot body of his and I desperately wanted him to screw me. He seemed to have this magnetic power over me. I was as fascinated with Emanuel like I’d been with those boys in the woods those years ago. I wanted him to take me and finally in desperation I begged him to fuck me. Nodding slightly with a knowing grin on his face, he stood coming at me with his cock swinging and bouncing. Kneeling down in front of me and picking up my legs and placing them up over his shoulders, he spread my legs apart. Pulling my hips into position, I felt that massive cock of his beginning to probe my ass. I knew then I was going to let Emanuel do anything he wanted to do with my body. His cock was big and I knew it was going to hurt like hell, but I had to have that cock. Leaning forward as he started his penetration, his lips pressed against mine and he forced his hot tongue deep into my mouth. I thought I would faint from my lust for him as he began pumping working his way deeper into me. I gasped for air but he sucked the wind right out of me. He was a wild savage driven by lust. I’d never been screwed like this before. He was like a wanton animal taking my body for his pleasures not caring a thing about me. I wanted him to keep it up so badly I was begging for more. As he pumped my body, those huge hairy balls of his kept slamming into my ass. When his chest moved forward, he kept pushing against me, forcing my body into a bent position and spreading my legs even wider. At every thrust, he sank that cock of his deeper up my ass, forcing me to surrender my body to him. At his every touch I began to quiver. He was screwing me now like a hungry animal. Each time he shot his load, it seemed to make him even hotter. When he finally withdrew from me letting my legs down, he kneeled in my chair pinning me and began moving up my body. I was looking up at his great hairy body as he began feeding cock into my mouth. Emanuel began moaning and pumping his cock trying to ram himself in as far as he could. He kept at me satisfied only when he had forced me to accept that whole cock of his down my throat. When he was ready to cum, he withdrew slightly until his cock’s head was just in my mouth. Then he and filled my mouth with his cum and when I had swallowed his load, he pushed his hard cock back into my cum slicked mouth, driving himself into me even harder. He had worked his whole cock in me right up to his balls, slamming into me again and again bruising my lips. He kept at me until finally we both lay there completely exhausted. It was all I could do to struggle back into my clothes. Turning to go, he held me tight and with a deep soulful kiss, told me to come back tomorrow afternoon that he wanted my ass again. I could barely talk from the abuse his cock had done to my throat and all I could do was nod yes. All the way up to my apartment I felt my body hungry for that cock of his. I’d slept around long enough to know a good fuck when I got one, but Emanuel was different. His body was like a drug to me. He was magnificent when he took my body, he just didn’t just fuck me--he possessed me. The only time I’d had that thrilling feeling before was when the boys in the shack had taught me to be their sex slave. I had a fitfully hard night trying to get any sleep at all. The only thing I could think about was that ugly animal downstairs and how I needed him to fuck me again, it was like a craving for his body. My body hurt all over from his abuse but I wanted him so desperately, I lie there crying into my pillow still hungry for his body. I finally managed to get to sleep. It was late when I got up. I was sore and exhausted. Even my lips were bruised from that infernal cockring of his. After fixing myself a simple sandwich, I went in to shower. I wanted to be really special for Emanuel today. Pulling on just jeans and a T-shirt over my naked body I wanted to be ready for him. All the way down to the basement I wanted his cock so badly, I was ready to get on my knees and beg for it. When I rang the bell, the door instantly opened and there he was, naked, hot, hard and waiting for me. Leading me into his bedroom he had me stand there and slowly he began to strip me. Chuckling when he saw I was almost naked, he said I must really want him bad. My hands went to his hard throbbing cock and I began begging him for it. Gently he removed my jeans licking and sucking on my body and it was paradise. Then leading me over to the bed, he gently laid me back reaching under the pillow pulling out a long leather strap. He took great care binding my hands together then pushing my legs apart he began licking and sucking my cock and balls. As his wet tongue ran over my body I began shivering and shaking as he took me to places of ecstasy I’d never experienced before. His tongue began working its way into my ass. When he began fucking me with that darting tongue of his, I was so hot then I began shooting my load all over myself. Feeling me coming, he reached up and began massaging my cum into my skin. Emanuel kept at my body all night working me with his tongue and his teeth nibbling and sucking on my body until finally, he lifted my hips and sank that cock of his up my ass. I wanted him so desperately by then my ass just seemed to suck his cock into my body. He fucked me like I’d never been fucked befor--with such force and passion my whole body shook with every thrust of his cock. He had taken over my mind and my body making it his reading my very thoughts and desires. After that night of wild fantasy love making my only desire was to give him pleasure. When I awoke in the morning and realized where I was and what I’d done, I moved closer to Emanuel and gave him a big hug. I was beginning to feel like my body was made only for his pleasure. As he stirred, I could feel his hand beginning to move toward my ass and gently his fingers began to work into it. Feeling his touch, I surrendered my body to him spreading my legs for him. He began working his hand up my ass and I kept begging for more until at last he was screwing me with his fist. After last night there was nothing I would deny him. As he worked my ass, I began getting so excited I felt my balls explode shooting my cum over my chest and face. Leaning forward, he began wiping my body with his hand and holding his cum covered hand to my mouth. I greedily licked his hand clean. When I felt his cock re-enter my body, filling me with that huge wonderful cock of his, I began pushing back trying to get every last inch of him into me. Emanuel seemed to have the stamina of a bull in heat and his only desire seemed to be making my body his. We lay together all that day not even bothering with food. He was obsessed with fucking me and he kept at me until I could feel his cum shooting deep in my body. There was nothing of him I hadn’t sucked, licked, kissed or been fucked by. Finally late in the day he lay there with me in his arms and we fell asleep. I lay like that until dawn not wanting to move. Slipping out of bed at dawn I began gathering my clothes up and dressing. As I slipped out of his apartment and just before the door closed I heard his deep voice, “come back at three and I will really show you a good time and plan on staying all night again”. Slipping back in I told him I would be back and dropping to my knees took that wonderful cock into my mouth and sucked on him for all I was worth, I was never going to get enough of that man. As I worked him he held my head and when he was ready to shoot he began pushing me down on him. Then I felt that hot fluid poor into my stomach and sucking the last drop from him. I licked and kissed his cock grateful for him. Standing then I told him I would be back anytime he wanted me. My thoughts and my mind were completely taken over with him. I was beside myself now waiting to go to him. Standing there in my hot shower preparing my body for him all I could think of was how he felt inside of me. I was beginning to feel incomplete without him. I was outside his door at three and before I could even knock the door opened and he was standing there naked and waiting for me. This time he led to over to the stock. Striping me he began telling me part of the game of great lovemaking was I had to feel the pain of love to know the delight of passion. Lifting the hinged top rail, he guided my hands into the holes then lay my neck down. Snapping the bar locking me into that thing, he pulling my legs apart in a spread eagle position locking them apart with something he called a stretcher or spreader bar. What was happening was something out of one of my crazy fantasies and my cock was now hard as a rock. It was when I felt that stinging of the paddle on my ass the fun when out of it all. With my ass stinging then I felt his hot wet tongue licking and sucking at my burning buns. The more he beat my ass the more he rimmed licked and sucked me with that hot darting tongue of his. I began to crave the pain as much as the pleasure. After a while I was begging him to beat me. Chuckling, Emanuel told me all I needed was a firm master to bring me to flower. He felt I was born to be his slave and serve him. Then he said I was now ready for my first lesson in obedience. Rummaging into a big chest he began pulling out all kinds of paddles and other kinds of paraphernalia. Seeing what he had I began to whimper, saying I was afraid. Coming around to the front of the stock, Emanuel pushed a metal ring gag into my mouth forcing my lips into an open position. Cinching it up he tightened the straps around my head saying, “We haven’t even started our games yet slave boy.” Stepping around and waving that huge uncut cock of his in my face, I began to drool with desire. With an evil smile he said “You boy are now going to learn what a master is and how to serve him”. Stepping up to my face he began to pee in my mouth. As that hot salty stream sprayed into me, I was forced to swallow it because of that damn metal ring gag. When I couldn’t swallow fast enough, some of the piss washed out of my mouth and ran all over my face and in my eyes and it stung like hell. As the piss ran into my eyes all he said was “swallow faster, bitch!”. When he had finished emptying his bladder into me I tried to protest, but all I could do was make gagging sounds. I was now frightened at what he would do next and I soon found out. Emanuel began pounding my ass with one of his whips. He kept beating me until I was crying like a baby. Spreading my cheeks he began to finger fuck me. He kept working more of his fingers into me. When he had worked three of his fingers into me, he fucked me awhile then started working his whole hand up my ass until finally my body relaxed and accepted his hand. When Emanuel finally removed his hand and I felt him entering my ass with that mammoth cock of his but this time he slid in like I was made for him. For hours he kept working my ass alternating between his cock a giant dildo and his fist until he had me so stretched out I had the asshole of a street whore. He simply loved to fuck and he kept jamming that huge cock of his into me until he had my ass slick, stretched, and his cum was running out of my ass. Satisfied then he began rummaging around in his toy box and finding leather bindings began wrapping my balls. When he had them knotted he made tight loops and began hanging weights from them. With my gag in place, I couldn’t even beg him to stop. I was at his mercy. He was just getting into this torture thing with me when he crawled under me and attached clips to my nipples and hung weights from them. Walking around and looking me in the eyes he said it was going to get much more exciting. I was going to love what he was going to teach me. My first serious though was it couldn’t get any worse than this. That was mistake. In seconds he was back at my ass with his fingers stretching and pulling again. I now was squirming trying to accept more of his toys up my ass and suddenly the pain became unbearable. It felt like my ass was being torn wide open as he rammed a giant black dildo up my ass time and again saying he was going to make my ass take any man that wanted to fuck me no matter how big their cocks were. Emanuel kept at me until my ass was numb, but still those hot sensations kept running through my body and I shivered with new delights. I now wanted him to keep it up I craved being fucked, I needed it. With my every movement the weights on my nipples and balls were making me feel hotter than hell, I was more alive than I could ever remember. My nipples were tingling and my cock was harder than I could ever remember and when my pain was most severe, I would shoot my load. Shivering uncontrollably as he worked me, he knew I was now his to command. He was so aroused now at his conquest of my will, he started screwing me with his fist and arm testing me to see how obedient I’d become. As he kept forcing his way ever deeper into my body, I was still begging for more until I fainted from the pain. When I opened my eyes for a second, I had a hard time realizing where I was. I felt the bed under me and I realized I was splayed out, my arms and legs tied. My cock was hard as a rock. Looking up I saw Emanuel arms over me looking down watching me. He had taken me down and removed my ring gag. Laying there bound on the bed with Emanuel bending low over my face he told me to open my mouth. When I did he spit into it telling me to swallow. Shuddering at him doing that, I swallowed his spittle. He said that was just the start at learning how to please a master. From there he slid up my body and began shoving that giant cock of his down my throat. He kept pumping me until I was filled with his cum. Then saying he had a chaser for me he let loose a stream of hot piss down my throat. This time I obediently swallowed every drop he poured into me. The more he abused me the more excited I became. I begged him to let me stay two weeks of vacation and I could be with him day and night servicing him. Grinning at me he said he was going to give me a vacation like I’d never had before. From that day on he kept me naked and in chains telling me I was born to be a slave. In these next two weeks my days and nights became as one. All I knew I was fucked fisted, beaten, and cared for like a beloved pet and I reveled in it. It was such a slow process it must have been around the end of my second week I had surrendered my will to him. I was now under his total control. I had begun wanting him to become my master and somehow I began to lose my will to think, all I wanted to do was obey him. I had willingly become his whore, his slave, and even his toilet. When we were having supper that night he asked me if I would like being his slave all the time. Kneeling there eating his dinner scraps from my bowl, I looked up at him saying would love it. That next morning as he was getting ready to go shopping he told me our time together would soon be over and I would go back up to my apartment. At the thought of leaving him I began to cry, telling him I wanted to stay with him, to belong to him, I wanted him as my master. Getting on my knees I begged him to keep me as his slave. Emanuel told me to sit quiet and we would talk about it when he returned. All that day I kneeled by the door waiting for him to return. I kept remembered all my nights of sleeping with him, of his tenderness and love and even the beatings, and I loved it all. I was ready to do anything to be with him. It was late when he came home. I had fixed a cold supper for him to eat when he came home and then we went in the living room. Sitting on the sofa, he instructed me to kneel at his feet. Reaching down and patting my head like a pet, he began telling me what was involved--if I really wanted to belong to him. I had several things I had to do. He wanted me to understand what my life would be like if I gave up everything to serve him. As his slave I would no longer be allowed to talk unless he gave me permission. He would demand I always address him as Lord, Sire or Master. I had to agree to sign off my lease to the apartment and live only where I was told to. With that settled I had to agreed to surrender all my money, property and valuables to him. It was necessary for me to learn to accept the fact that slaves could own no property. Any money I would make, inherit or earn would belong to my master. I would have no need of money or clothes when I entered into bondage. I would not wear clothing except what he gave me when he wanted me covered. My body would belong to him to do with as he saw fit. Finally after all that he said after I agreed to this all I had to make myself worthy of being his slave. That meant forgoing any of my vanities. That would require me to shave my body, eyebrows, and lashes. After this I could be his slave but to remember then I became his property he could do anything with me he saw fit to do. I listened and looking up at him I agreed to everything he had asked of me. He’d known I was going to accept this and he had even brought the necessary papers for me to sign. He let me sign the papers transferring my funds and contracts where I pledged my body to him in infinite bondage It was a strange exciting week. I’d given my notice at work telling them I was leaving the city and left no address. I sold or gave away my few belongings, closing my saving and checking accounts. That Friday night I gave him all of my money from the bank and the sale of my property and my car. I had now accepted him as my master and become his property. That was when he led me into the bathroom and proceeded to shave my body and head. When he had finished, he let me look at myself. Then reaching up he fasten an iron collar around my neck with the crudely stamped word slave on it. Smiling he said he’d known I was going to be his slave from that first day he’d fucked me. Leading me into the living room, he told me I was going to get my first real taste of being a slave tonight. Siting at his feet as he called several telephone calls to his friends he invited them over for a drinks at seven telling them he wanted them to help him break in his new slave. Then turning to me he told me it was I learned servitude, how to please any man that wanted to fuck me. He expected me to entertain his guests tonight with my body giving them any pleasure they ask for. He went on to say they were free to do anything and everything to me that gave them pleasure whether it was beating me, fucking me, or my blowing them. Nodding my acceptance of his orders and I understood my duties when the bell rang Emanuel sent me to answer it. Letting them in I kneeled and welcomed them into my master’s home. As they filled in, they looked me over, thrilled to have me to play with. Somehow it brought back memories of those bullies in their clubhouse. Now I was free of the guilt I’d felt of loving sex, it was my duty now. It wasn’t long after joking and having a few drinks that they began to want to fuck me. As the evening passed, they took turns using me and then when Emanuel boasted that he could fist me, they all wanted to see him do it. Emanuel nodded to me and rolling over on the floor, lifted my hips to make his access to my ass easier. Spreading my legs as wide as possible making Enamel’s entry into my body as smooth as possible for him. I wanted his friends to see how obedient I was. They all were agog as he worked his arm further into my body and began fucking me with it. The more he worked into me, the more I begged for more. Between Emanual’s fist, his cock, and that giant black dildo I could take any cock now regardless of its size. I was a first class whore. When he pulled out of me, he told them to watch how a real man fucked his slave and as he entered m,e he began driving his cock deep into me until I begged for more. Emanuel put on a great show and it was thrilling to me to let everyone see what a wonderful master I had. When he had finished with me, I kneeled there sucking them off one by one as they began to dress. When they had finally gone he told me how pleased he was with me. That night as I lay in his arms I was asleep instantly. As the weeks passed I no longer thought of my self all my attentions were devoted to serving my master and pleasing his friends. When Emanuel would have guests, I would cook and serve and clean for them. I knew and accepted my place now as my master’s slave. That year I had never been happier in my life. It was early spring when Emanuel had me preparing dinner for a guest explaining he had business to discuss with him. I’d cleaned and scrubbed all week to make everything perfect. Finally the day arrived and I had set the table and had everything ready for my master and his guest. When the bell rang I hurried to answer it. As his guest entered I kneeled in respect. He seemed impressed with me and I was pleased. He kept watching me all evening as I served the food and drinks and cleaned the dishes. As I was working in the kitchen, he asked Emanuel how obedient I was. Emanuel was more than pleased to demonstrate my obedience. He loved showing off to his friends. Calling me over and telling me to stand spread eagle he brought his knee up into my groin hard. Standing there I thank him. He did it again and again until he guest told him it was enough. I knelt then at his feet thanking him for his training. Dismissing me he turned proudly to Mr. Clause saying there was no command too severe that I wouldn’t obey, I was the perfect slave. Then he asked if he wanted me to blow him or perhaps he wanted a good fuck. Nodding, he took me into the bedroom and I was able to show him how well I could please a man. As he dressed and returned to the living room, Mr. Clause commented he’d always been pleased with the other slaves he had purchased from him. The slaves he’d trained always brought some of the highest bids at action. He prided himself on being one of the best slave suppliers in this country and he only wished Emanuel could train more than one slave every several years. Emanuel said he had decided to keep this one because he was special. Then they began to talk of price, of how much Emanuel could make off of me. When the offer reached ten thousands dollars the deal was made. He sold me to Mr. Clause. Calling me into the room Emanuel told me he had sold me and now I was to obey him in all things and show him my gratitude and respect and make him proud of me. Kneeling, I kissed my new master’s feet to show him my submission and obedience to him. I was pleased I had made so much money for my master, but I would miss him. I truly loved him. Mr. Clause told Emanuel he had several other slaves to look at and he would be back for me in a week. After Mr. Clause left Emanuel led me into the bedroom telling me he would miss me. Then he began to make love to me. That week I was in ecstasy as he made my body come alive. I though it could get no better that this. Then all my dreams came true and I knew he loved me when he surrendered his body to me. As my throbbing cock sank into that hot tight ass of his, I was in ecstasy. His body seemed to anticipate my every move my every wish. That night we became as one pumped my seamen into my master. Holding him tight and telling him I loved him and that I only hoped that my new master would be as wonderful as he was. I would always be grateful for training me as long as I lived. I would make him proud of me. For a wonderful week I possessed my master’s body, he let me do anything and everything to him. It was as if he had become my slave, eager to fulfill my every sexual fantasy. Finally my time had come to leave my master. Early Friday morning Emanuel led me out of our building with just a blanket around me. Then giving me a hug he handed me over to my new owner. There was a large cattle truck parked in front of our building letting the ramp down he led me into it. As my eyes grew accustomed to the dim interior light, I could see rows of ten cages on each side with a slave in each cage. Emanuel told me the last empty open cage was mine. Walking into it before he closed the door, he handed me a small grooming kit then he shut the door and locked me in. That was the last time I saw master. As the Van door closed we were in semidarkness. A booming voice came over a speaker giving us our instructions. We were to sit or lay as the van was moving, we would not talk or make noises. We had pails in our cells for our toilets. Sitting there in the straw in my cage I wondered were they were taking us. The truck rumbled along all that day. Late into the afternoon the heat in that metal box was becoming unbearable. We all sat or lay there like obedient animals, silently watching each other. At last it started cooling off and I began to think it was evening and the sun had set. Then we felt the truck slowing and making several sharp turns come to a stop and park. We sat there for what seemed like forever until the doors to the back of the truck opened. Mr. Clause, our new owner, came in announcing we would spend the night here before going on to our final destination. He had made a deal with the local police. We would be washed fed and service the officers that had rented us for the night. He warnedus not to leave or disobey our hosts as it would result in severe punishment, and adding that he wanted to be proud of his boys. That was when we saw men in Police uniforms filing in. They were laughing and talking and they browsed. They were there to select the slave that would belong to them for the night. As the uniformed officers passed between us, I hoped I would get a young well hung officer. The older man that stopped in front of my cage pointed to me saying I would do. Kneeling before him so he could attach a chain to my collar, I was pleased to see he had a big basket. Leading me ou,t I noticed we were parked in the lot of an old rundown motel. My officer led me naked through the lobby and up stairs to his assigned room telling him I could call him Frank. Taking my chain off he instructed me to clean myself up. It was heaven to shower and shave the stubble from my body. I even had some Old Spice cologne that my master had packed for my trip. As I was finishing up Frank stood watching me. Chuckling I heard his zipper and turning I saw him fingering his large hard cock. Knowing my duty I dropped to my knees to service him. I was grateful to have someone to service tonight. I had always slept in the arms of my master I hated to be alone. Frank attached the chain to my collar and led me to dinner. As we entered the room is was clear that this was a frequent stopover for Mr. Clause when he was making his slave runs. About twenty officers sat in clusters with their boys wearing only their collars. Their chains attached to their collars like dogs as they sat around at their feet. As the waiters served the officers their meals they would hand them a bowl for them to feed the leftovers and scraps to there slaves. They were all jolly and having a great time as they ate and we were just grateful to be fed. For all the laughter and merrymaking the officers finished very quickly wanting to get there moneys worth from there boys. As Frank got up to leave I followed quickly behind him. As soon as he was in the room he began stripping off his uniform. As soon as he was naked I led him to the shower and adjusting the temperature for him lathering up a washcloth I waited for master. As he slipped into the shower I began to massage and soap him down working his back and shoulders. Then kneeling I did his ass and balls. Then drying him off I led him over to the bed and stretching him out I began to service him. Using all the things my master had taught me, I began licking sucking and kissing his body. Moving over him I slowly worked over his body with my tongue until I had his cock rock hard. Then kneeling over him and spreading my cheeks, I sunk down on that hard wonderful cock of his. As I began to ride him, he was grinning like a satisfied man. In that year with my master I knew well how to satisfy any man regardless of his size or color. I wanted to make Franks night something exciting that he would remember all his life. I kept him hot and screwing me most of the night. Finally exhausted he wanted to sleep and I curled up in his arms grateful to have had such a nice gentleman to please. I was up at daybreak showering and shaving my body. I wanted to be presentable for my next assignment. When Nick woke, I was ready to wash and dry him. As he stood legs apart letting me pat him dry, I slipped my lips around his cock. Feeling it respond to me took his morning load. When he started to pull away I held him and let him use me as his toilet and then I shaved him and helped him dress. Holding me and kissing me he said I was a perfect slave. When he went down to turn me in he kissed me good by. We were given a box breakfast as we were led to the trailer. As each officer handed his boy over to Mr. Clause, he paid him for their service. When it was my turn to be turned over he pulled me over and kissed me telling me good by. Blushing, he handed Mr. Clause his fee and a tip saying his boy was something really special. I was so proud I could have cried. If Emanuel could only know how well I’d done he would be really proud of me. We were all exhausted and after our breakfast, we all just lay down and slept. It seemed like a very long time before we stopped again. This time we could hear the traffic of heavy trucks as big as the one we were riding in. Again the doors opened and we were told we had been rented for the night. This time we were the entertainment for the truckers in the Terminal building. Quickly our cages were opened and we were led into a factory like structure. There was a makeshift washroom set up for us to clean up and relieve ourselves. Mr. Clause had set up a little table were he could collect a twenty dollar fee from each trucker as he filed in to fuck one of us or for the price of fifty dollars a trucker could have any or all of us as often as they wanted. We slaves were then divided up and taken to cots in that large open space were the truckers could browse among us like fruits at the farmer’s market. They would pick and choose which one of the boys they wanted to fuck. From that point on it was serving one trucker after another. They truckers were slow getting started. They milled around in their grubby jeans, some just unbuttoning just their flies to pull their cock out. For big burly truckers they were acting like timid schoolboys. Then this one huge black man came to me. He was one of those great men with a shaved head and an enormous black body. Standing and looking down on me he calmly began to strip. Standing there naked he said was going to give me the greatest gift of my life and looking up at the huge body of his with his gold nipple ring, I knew he was something special. I had to gasp as he held his hard cock in his hands. In all my days of servicing men I’d never seen anything that big except for the dildo Emanuel fucked me regularly with it for fun. At that black stud stood there naked even the other truckers were staring at that huge black weapon in wonder. They had started gathering around us all wanted to watch the show when that Neanderthal screwed my ass. I was excited at having a real live cock thirteen inches long up my ass. I was more than ready for him, Emanuel had seen to that in my training. Getting on the bed, he pulled my legs over his shoulders and sticking his fingers up my ass began working me. Grinning all he said was “Take it all you little white bastard!” As he entered my ass, he just kept pumping and driving until he had me impaled on his cock right up to his balls. I had taken it all and was begging him for more. Startled that I could take it all and beg for more, he had this great smile of satisfaction on his face muttering at last he found a white boy worth fucking. He began pumping me then for all he was worth to the clapping and shouting of the crowd around us. Our little show really broke the ice. Clothing was flying everywhere and now the room was suddenly filled with naked, hot, horny truckers with hard bouncing cocks going from cot to cot like bees pollinating flowers. My black stud kept working me and finally jamming it in deep up my ass, I could feel him shoot his load. While he was still pressed deep in me I began begging him to fuck me again. After his second round of my ass he kneeled and began feeding me his meat. It was s struggle but I got a lot of it down my throat to keep him happy. When I took that load of cum the only thing that was left for me to do was rim him. After watching us, all the truckers reserves went down the toilet. I was proud to say of the twenty slaves there I became one of the most popular. The truckers that were surrounded me were hung like animals. All of them wanted to fuck the slave they saw take thirteen inches of that black stallion. They knew my ass would give them a wild fuck right down to their balls. Emanuel had made me a truckers dream come true. When it was nearing dawn and we were about to close up shop. It became a race for the guys were trying to fuck as many of us as they could. Some of them were now using our mouths as their urinals to save time as whey went from one boy to the other. Finally the Truckers Ball was over. At dawn we were herded back onto our truck and taken away. By now we had begun to smell like breeding cattle. We rode in silence most of the day without food or water. Then the booming voice of our owner, Mr. Clause came on the speaker again telling us we would be arriving at our destination soon and would be washed and fed. It must have been early evening when we felt our truck slowing. With a squeal of brakes they parked and the loading door swung open. This time they led into a big barn and each one of us was taken into a separate stall and chained. It seemed we were at our final destination. Standing in my stall and looking around, I could see dozens of other stalls, each with a naked slave chained in place. There was a big platform in the center of the room and in front of that rows of benches. A small crew of hunky studs in jeans and cowboy hats wheeled in a huge wooden cart with buckets of food for us. Setting one bucket of food and a pail of water in each stall, we had our final feeding of the day. A loud bell rang then calling our attention to Mr. Clause standing on the platform. He told us that starting tomorrow we would all be labeled with his trade mark and groomed and prepared for the sale by his stable boys. The slave auction in two days and we all had to be ready for the sale. While we were here we were expected to show his boys any pleasure they desired. This was my first chance to really look around. They had left me enough chain I had the run of my stall and looking around I could see the rest of the slaves. There had to be at least a hundred of them, some tall, some small, a lot of pretty men and quite a few black men. The only thing we had in common was we were all naked, shaved and for sale to the highest bidder. I only hoped I would get a good master to serve. After the boys cleared our food buckets from the stalls, they turned out the lights and ordered our silence. I lay there a little while until I heard the rustle of feet in my stall. It was one of the stable boys leaning down looking me over. With a dirty laugh he began stripping telling me he was going to fuck my ass. Without and comments or hesitation, I rolled over and getting on my hands and knees spread my legs for him. He was a young hot and horny kid and wanted sex with me, but not as much as I needed that cock of his. As he pumped my ass, I flexed and squeezed and pulsed my ass trying to give him the best fuck of his young life. When he’d finished I begged him to let me blow him. Glassy eyed from the fuck he just stood there as I worked his cock deep into my throat. I could feel him getting excited again. Coming alive, he plunged that hard rod deep into me riding my mouth until I could taste his cum shooting into me. I was grateful for his young cock and to show my gratitude I began licking him clean. As he stood there moaning, I began kept licking and sucking around working my way to his ass. He was really into it when I spread his cheeks and fucked him with my tongue. I had to smile as he stumbled out of the stall glassy eyed and smiling like a fool. Apparently my cowboy stud did quite a bit of bragging about the piece of ass he got from me. For the next two days I was one of the most popular stalls in the barn. I noticed I was also getting a much better grade of food from the boys I had serviced. When it was my turn in the grooming booth, my wash water was warm and I was washed with gentle hands. I was grateful to all of them and eager to show my appreciation whenever they stopped by my stall. When it came time for the labeling, I was one of the few they used a little novocaine before they did mine. The tattoo BC was placed on our upper arm and was the guarantee that Mr. Clause’s stock of slave boys was free of decease and fully trained slaves. He tried to maintain a reputation of handling only the best quality of slaves. Mr. Clause maintained a warrantee that if a customer found any slave he purchased to be unsatisfactory they could be returned for retraining or a trade-in. He was the most popular slave trader in the states with buyers from all over the world. The rest of that day we were branded washed and oiled so they shined. That afternoon the patrons started to arrive. The more common slaves were given numbers and led up to the dais for the bidding six at a time. Apparently the lower quality and older slaves were being sold to miners and timber camps to serve as their whores. The bidding was going fast. Then they started the quality stock and it was really exciting. As the younger more delicate boys were being brought out prices really started going up. Prices were going higher and men were fighting to get the slaves of there choice. Many of the bids were being done through translators and that meant they were going to be exported. My little groomsman that had been one of my first studs here was telling me they were holding me until the last group. He had heard I was classified as prime stock and expected to bring a very good price. We sat there watching as the bidding went faster and faster. Boys were being led to there new masters and money was being exchanged quickly now. I’d never realized how much in demand slaves were in this day and age. The market was moving quickly. Finally, it was my time to go up for bidding. I walked slowly and proudly because an expert had trained me and I wanted to make him proud of me. Standing and turning under the bright lights of the podium so they could get a good look at me I wanted to make sure they saw my slim waist and bubble butt. I was pleased with all the comments about me. The auctioneer announced my bidding was to start at ten thousand dollars. Before the bidding could even start, I heard this buzzer sounding and Mr. Clause appeared on the platform saying for medical reasons I was unavailable for bid and was being taking off the market. There were a lot of moans and groans and I was mortified. As they led me from the arena I was in tears because I had brought shame on Emanuel my master and trainer. As I was leaving, the auction continued with a big black boy. Mr. Clause led me up to the main house. Entering the house I was aghast to see Emanuel sitting there waiting for us. Then Mr. Clause led me over to Emanuel and all he said to him was,. “Now you owe me twenty thousand dollars to get your fucking slave back, after all, I must realize a little profit on him. That’s a cheap price because he would have brought me much more on the block”. He was one of our more popular slaves. Then Emanuel grabbed me in those big hairy arms of his and crushed me to him. I knew I was home with my master at last. Handing me my leather pants and vest, he told me to dress--we were going home!