Gay Erotic Stories

I didn’t realize right away that the man I was calling Master, the man whose cock I wanted to hold and suck, was Sydney, the same boy I tormented through sixth grade. I had teased him for being gay and ruined him socially. I had called him a little faggot boy and got all the other kids to do the same. Now he was standing over me, holding my balls in his hand and grinning with delight. Master pressed close to me. My erection rubbed against the smooth, firm skin of his thigh and I could feel the fullness of his larger package teasing me. Master released my balls and ran his hands all over my body as I stood there on my tiptoes, arms in the air; helpless and gasping at the sexual heat being generated. I wanted so much to reach down and release Master’s package from its wrapping and play with it. And Master knew this. Master knew all of my secrets. Every time I looked down at Master’s big bulge rubbing against me, he would run his hand up my chest and tilt my chin upwards until I finally rested my eyes on his grinning face. “I’m glad to see that you turned out to be so small and insecure,” Master told me with a pleased smile. He circled his fingers gently around my bare armpits and then slid a hand down to my stiff penis. “No wonder you got shy in the locker rooms. I never had that problem.” This was all private information that I had already told Master during our online chat sessions. He knew all about my past embarrassments and secret longings. At the time that I bared my soul to him, I never thought I would actually be meeting him in person. I had viewed my online sharing as something more like an anonymous visit to a psychologist. But when he had started talking about his own, large cock and started to feed into all of my hidden desires, I forgot how much I had told this man and became fixated on seeing his massive member in the flesh. “I know everything about you,” Master said. “How you used to call ME a little faggot boy and how you used to yank my pants down out in the playground when I wasn’t looking and tell everyone to look at the little prick. Did you like to look at my cock back then, too?” Master pinched at my erection as I began to realize it was Sydney. “I’ll bet if I had pulled your pants down back then, everyone would have seen who the little prick really was, huh?” “Sydney?” I began to squirm. “That’s Master Syd, now,” Master said. “Just Master, to you, you little prick.” Master put his hands on my thighs to keep me still. “And I’m going to enjoy watching you suck my cock.” “Sydney,” I pleaded. My erection was still rock solid. “Please let me…” I’m not quite sure how I wanted to finish that sentence. Let me go? Let me explain? Let me say I’m sorry and call the whole thing off? Let me have my clothes back and forget I ever said anything? But Master slapped my ass hard and I never got to finish. He gripped my chin firmly and slipped his tongue into my mouth as it was gaping from the spank. I didn’t dare fight or resist it. I couldn’t, really. His long, wet tongue pressed against mine and my attempts to push him out only made the kiss more intense. It was not the kiss of a mutual relationship. It was the kiss of ownership. By the time Master let his wet snake slip from my lips, my back was arched and my small erection ached for release and all I could do was stare towards the ceiling and wonder what would be next. Master left me there to dangle in contemplation and returned with a collar and several other restraints. “I…I just…” I tried to speak. I wanted to ask Master questions. But Master just put his index finger to my lips and hushed me, saying that a good slave doesn’t speak; a good slave obeys. “Slave?” I gasped. Master slipped the leather collar around my neck as he explained to me that people are slaves to their desires. “You desire to see my long, thick cock,” Master said as he tightened wristbands on my wrists. “You desire to see it and touch it and stroke it and taste it. I know this. You’ve always lusted after big cocks. You told me so.” Master put leather knee bands around my knees and connected them together with a small, leather cord. Then he removed my socks and put ankle bands around my ankles and also connected them together with a small cord. “You were willing to do all the things I told you to do and put yourself in this compromising position just to fulfill your desire to play with my big stick. That makes you a slave to your desires. And since your desire is dangling between MY legs, that makes you MY slave.” Master then put a decorative gold chain around my waist that had little flower charms on it, something you might see a girl wear with an exposed midriff. After he fastened it, it slid down and rested daintily around my hips. He stood back and smiled for a moment. “My little faggot boy,” he said with pride. I felt foolish standing there like that. I glanced down at myself and at my erection pointing back up at me. I saw the flowery chain around my waist and I knew that Master was right. The moment I voluntarily cuffed myself to the chain on the ceiling just to see his big cock was the moment I was willing to give myself up to his every whim. But it was all the more humiliating to discover that the one I was doing this for was Sydney, the very person I would not have wanted to see me like this. Master disconnected me from the chain on the ceiling, though my wrists were still cuffed together. Unable to stand up properly on my own, I had to let Master hold me as I came back down on the flats of my feet and got a chance to ease my tired arms. Master held me in his big muscular arms, standing a good deal taller than me. My face was at the level of his well-rounded, firm pectorals and I could feel the incredible mound of his crotch pushing down on my own, exposed erection. My cuffed hands rubbed shamelessly over his bulge as best I could, but he wouldn’t let me get inside his briefs. “Show your Master how much you want to see his big cock,” Master said as he looked down at me with his pleased grin. “Suck on my nipples. Roll your tongue around them and suck on them like a little faggot boy.” Master has firm, dark nipples that come out to a point and as he held me there in his arms, all I could think of was his juicy meat resting inside his briefs. It was so close and yet still out of reach, out of view. Okay, I thought. Okay, you win, Sydney. There’s no way out of this. You know all my weaknesses now. You know all my desires. You have me just how you want me. I have no choice. The tables have turned. I’m your little faggot boy, now. My pride was being replaced by my humble servitude as I let my tongue slip from my lips and dabble on his right nipple. I gently kissed and suckled it until I almost forgot about the huge cock waiting below. Master pushed my head to the curve of his other pectoral and I repeated the suckling on the left side. Then Master tilted my chin upwards and said, “Now tell your Master what a good little faggot boy you are. Tell me.” I wanted to look away from him in shame and not see the glimmer of joy in his eyes to have me like that. But he wouldn’t let me. A spasm of renewed helplessness came over me. It felt almost like an orgasm, as if I was enjoying being controlled and humiliated like this. “I’m your good little faggot boy,” I finally admitted. Master chuckled approvingly, no doubt feeling my cuffed hands still trying to grope his bulging, superior manhood as I spoke. Then he grabbed the cuffs around my wrists and led me through a series of dark rooms until we were out in the backyard of his house. It was cold and I was frightened that someone might see me, but the yard was spacious and secluded, with a tall, wooden fence around the perimeter. Master tugged at my hands and I fell to my knees with my face landing in the grass. With my knees and ankles bound close together, I was like a helpless worm in the thick lawn. I gasped in fear and asked what was being done to me, but Master said nothing. Master pulled me along the grass and attached my knee bands to two small hooks imbedded in the ground. He did the same thing with my ankle bands, leaving me in a position where it looked like I was praying to Mecca, with my hairless ass pointing up to the sky. Master then slid a thin, slimy tube directly into my rectum as I knelt there squirming and I felt my bowels being filled with warm liquid. Afraid making noise might attract neighbors, I limited my objections to the sudden intrusion with low moans and gasps. Master removed the tube from my tight hole right at the moment it felt as though I might explode from the pressure. I struggled in vain to hold onto my dignity. But within seconds, the trickle of water streaming from my crack turned into a jet stream as Master stood over me and watched. I went through this defenseless process with Master repeatedly until nothing but water came out and then he released me from the hooks in the ground and led me back inside to a shower room. By that time, I felt exhausted. But it was in the shower room that Master removed his briefs. The sight of his dark, silky staff swaying heavily over two ripe jewels renewed my desire and brought my much smaller member back to a state of stiffness. However, I was only able to look at it and feel it when it brushed against my skin. Master had connected my wrists to another chain dangling from the tiled ceiling and I had to stand there under the spray of water as Master cleaned the both of us thoroughly. He let me watch him soap up his flaccid rod and he stood close to me and showed me how his softer state easily beat my faggot boy erection. Master ran a soapy hand up and down my little stick that made me sway on my toes and sent a surge of tingles through my body. His grip all but encompassed my entire length and Master made me say over and over again, “I’m your little faggot boy! Jerk my little stick!” I stared at Master’s golden brown tube the entire time, marveling at the length and girth and eager to see it at full staff, in all its erect glory. Master made me cum quickly. He squeezed my balls as I shot one spurt after another and then shut the water off and toweled me dry. Master dried himself off, as well, and I watched with envy and desire, wishing I were his towel when he rubbed it over his crotch and between his legs. “Now it’s time for my little faggot boy to get on all fours and suck my cock,” Master said as he held his fleshy member up, resting it over his palm. “Does my little slave want to get on all fours for his Master?” It was a long way from sixth grade and Sydney was now holding the rod of power in his hands, Lord and Master over me. My own rod was a twig by comparison, still erect despite the intense jerk off I had just gotten. Master knew I envied him. Master knew my desire was for what he held out before me. “Yes, Master,” I said. I never took my eyes off of Master’s plump, spongy staff. Master then disconnected my link with the chain on the ceiling once more and led me down a flight of narrow stairs to a dimly lit room, where I noticed leather swing devices hanging from the ceiling and several odd-looking tables that reminded me of examination tables in a doctor’s office. On every wall hung countless restraining devices and instruments of persuasion. The room was vast and was strangely warm and the scent in the air reminded me of a crusty old hand towel that I always kept under my bed, every inch of which was stained with all the cum from my jerk off sessions as a young teenager dreaming of big dicks. Master led me over to a large, padded table near the far wall and put me up on top of it. For one brief moment, I had my wrists free of the cuffs as Master undid the cords and restrained me on my hands and knees on the table, but I put up no resistance. It was far too late for resisting. My knees were down and secured to small, leather loops on the table. My ankles were secure with my legs spread open and my ass in the air. And my hands were flat on the table with my wristbands secured at the corners. All that was left for me to do was bark like a dog and wag my tail. Hoping that Master would then flop his monster tool in my face, he instead left the room for a moment, leaving me to wonder what was next. Master returned after several long minutes with another man by his side. This man was also naked and he was wearing a collar like mine and he was on a leash held by Master. “I thought you’d like to meet your old friend, Troy,” Master said. “He also belongs to me, now. He’s a good little faggot boy, too.” It took me a moment to get over the shock. The young, lean, muscular man standing next to Master was one of my best friends in sixth grade, someone I had lost contact with long ago. Together, we had both made Sydney’s grade school years a living hell for him. Master explained how Troy had gone to the same junior high and high school he had. And then he made Troy explain the rest. “Master had such a big cock by ninth grade,” Troy said with his head bowed. Perhaps Troy was gazing down at his own penis, erect like mine, but nothing compared with Master’s. Or perhaps he was stealing glances at Master’s silky snake like I was. “All the boys wished they were as big as Master was,” Troy continued. “One day in the locker room, Master came up to me after a shower and I was sitting there on the bench looking right at it. Master just stood there over me. I couldn’t stop looking. He told me to touch it. He said no one was looking. And I did. I don’t know why, but I touched it. I was still naked when Master told me to go sit in the stall and wait for him. And I did that, too. I had to hide my hard-on with my towel. Master came into the stall and that’s when I first sucked on Master’s cock.” Master disconnected the leash from slave Troy and patted him on his ass. Then, to my shock, slave Troy crawled up underneath me and lay on his back and began fondling me from behind without hesitation, stroking my ass and tickling my balls. I glanced down and saw my old school friend’s erection pointing back up at my face. “Troy was the one who turned me on to what I am today,” Master told me. “He was just like you. I always caught him staring at my cock in the locker rooms and so one day, I just took control. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than seeing someone who teased me for years suddenly worshiping my cock with his eyes, his hands, his lips and tongue. And I realized that once you get a boy to suck your cock, you could pretty much control every aspect of him. Tell him what you are, slave.” “I’m your good little faggot boy,” Troy replied with his hands on my ass. Then I felt something warm and wet touch the tip of my penis and Troy began sucking on me. I squirmed and bucked and the more I did, the deeper my stick seemed to slide into his warm saliva pit. His tongue was racing all over my stiffness and I could see the satisfaction in Master’s eyes when my eyes went wide. “Troy has been my slave for a long time, now,” Master explained as I gasped and shuddered anew. “He will help you find your place. He’s certainly learned his well enough.” Then Master reached down and toyed with Troy’s erection as if it were his own little plaything, wiggling it back and forth like a small lever. “One good little faggot boy deserves another,” Master said. “I want to see you suck on your best friend’s dick. Show your Master how much you really want to please him. Show me how much you want to suck on MY cock. I want you little faggot boys to entertain me.” I looked longingly at Master’s thick meat dangling just inches away. Slave Troy was already causing me to gyrate my hips and ass like a bitch in heat and I could feel the flowery chain around my waist sliding against my skin as I squirmed. With tingling sensations raging through my body and the desire of Master’s cock driving me, I gave in and went down on my best friend’s penis. It was the first time I had ever had another man’s penis in my mouth, the first time I had ever tasted the silky smooth, spongy flesh of the male glans on my tongue. I thought it would be Master’s huge member that would first grace my lips, but instead, it was an old school friend. Troy and I used to humiliate Sydney to entertain ourselves and make us feel more like men. Now we were both naked on this table in a 69 position, entertaining Master like the squirming, bucking faggot boys we had turned out to be. I could hear Master voicing his approval as I became more and more passionate with my duties. I couldn’t quite swallow Troy’s entire piece. He was a good inch longer than me, but he was having no problems taking the full length of my 4 7/8 inches. I even felt the tip of his tongue flicking my balls when he reached the base of my shaft. Were it not for my recent jerk off in the shower room, I would have cum in his mouth much sooner than I did. When I did cum again, this did not deter slave Troy from his continued slurping of my tired member. I began wondering how long it would take slave Troy to cum, how much longer until I got my first taste of his cream, when I suddenly noticed the dark pink head of Master’s own cock sliding into view. I let Troy’s bobbing penis slip from my lips as I saw Master stroking his now full erection. He was pointing it towards me, letting it slowly creep into range of my wet mouth. It was more beautiful erect than flaccid and I longed to have my hands free to grab hold of it. Master’s erection has a girth that most hands couldn’t fully get their fingers all the way around, with a shaft wrapped in rich, dark, silky brown skin. And it has the same, solid width from its base all the way to where it meets the dark pink head. The head is full without being bulbous and it draws to a point, just like the cone of a missile. And the pee slit at its tip is carefully and perfectly hidden until you actually insert something inside it or until something comes out of it. “Now show your Master what a good slave you are,” Master said. Then he took a step forward and pressed the tip of his fleshy pole to my lips and I immediately pressed my tongue to his pee slit and let his missile enter my mouth. Troy’s penis had only been a small branch. Master’s pole was an entire tree trunk. My mouth opened as wide as I could get it and I nearly choked as it filled me. Streams of my saliva drained down over Troy’s smaller stick and I got into a rhythm of letting Master slide his fullness in and out of my waiting mouth at will. Then he pressed in closer to let me lick the length of his shaft. I stroked my tongue up and down like an eager painter and he held my head with both hands and guided me along. “Lick your Master’s balls,” Master said. I obeyed willingly, feeling the heaviness of each of Master’s fine eggs as they rolled around in their fleshy sac. From his heavy balls to the tip of his salty pee slit, I bathed Master’s rod in eager worship. Meanwhile, slave Troy continued to work at me from below, licking his way up the crack of my smooth ass. I moaned in ecstasy when Troy began to circle my exposed boy hole, flicking his wet tongue all around my tight, sensitive button. And then as I was suckling the head of Master’s love stick, Troy began to flick that eager tongue of his harder and harder on my tight opening until all at once, I felt him slip inside me. The more I bucked my ass from the invasion, the deeper the tongue went in. My mouth was full of Master’s cock and all I could do was moan and groan and try to raise my ass higher to escape the intrusion. This pleased Master greatly and he reached down and stroked my arching back as slave Troy was sliding deeper under me to get a better angle on my ass. “He’s such a good little faggot boy,” Master said of slave Troy. “Always thinking ahead.” I could feel the tongue inside my ass swirling about, flexing and pushing against my sphincter muscles, stiffening my erection yet again. Troy’s hands were spreading my ass cheeks open wider and wider as he did this. Then Master slid his cock out of my gaping mouth and I let out a whining squeal. I saw Master’s firm, glistening pole before me and I wanted more of it, but instead, he climbed up on the table and straddled my legs behind me. At that same moment, I felt the invading tongue slip from my flexing hole and saw slave Troy’s bobbing erection move directly below my face again. “I just wanted to suck it!” I pleaded. “You said I could suck your cock!” “You did suck it,” Master said. “But you won’t be a complete little faggot boy until you have it inside you.” “It’s too big!” I continued to plead. Master put the palm of his hands on my bare cheeks and pulled them apart firmly. I could feel slave Troy’s hands reaching up around my hips to also pull at my trembling ass. “You deserve it,” Troy said from underneath. “We both deserve it. He’s the Master and we’re just the faggot boys. When he first did it to me, he made me get up and sit in his lap. I had to go down on it and do all the work while he sat back and watched.” I felt a big glob of saliva land on my puckered hold. Then I felt the tip of Master’s rod swirling around in the puddle. Master’s hands left my ass and Troy’s hands slid up to replace them. “Now, I want you to beg me to fuck you,” Master said. I felt another big glob of saliva land in my exposed crack and I could feel Master’s thick, wet monster sliding up and down over my tight pink entrance. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please fuck your little faggot boy.’ And I want to hear you say it like you mean it.” The rocket tip of Master’s massive pole began to poke at my quivering hole. Troy’s hands pulled tighter and tighter and I could feel my resistance giving way. Troy shouted at me to beg for it and all at once, with Master’s penis pushing forward, I shuddered and cried out, “Please fuck your little faggot boy, Master!” At that moment, the head of Master’s penis pushed its way into me and I gasped and trembled and begged like a good slave, “Please fuck me, Master. Oh god, please fuck your little faggot boy, Master!” With my insides already cleaned out by my outdoor enema, all I could feel creeping inside me was Master’s one-eyed snake. With each inch that slid into me, I could feel my hole expanding wider and wider. If I hadn’t already been so drained, I would have dribbled cum all over Troy’s face. As it was, I still shook in orgasmic spasms. Master was in no hurry. He slid his way into me slowly, occasionally pulling back a little before thrusting deeper. Just when I thought he was at his end, he would slide another inch of his thick meat into me. It wasn’t until I could feel his swollen jewels slapping against my depleted sac that I knew he was inside me to the hilt. Once Master reached that point, he stayed there for a while and brushed Troy’s hands away and let my ass cheeks close in on him. “Oh fuck,” I kept groaning. “Master…Sydney…oh fuck.” I had never felt so invaded in all my life. I had never felt so humbled, so completely owned, and by Sydney, of all the people in the world. I had never felt so much like a little faggot boy until that moment when Master was deep inside me with his full erection and his hands were caressing my tender cheeks and he was telling me what a hot little piece of ass I was. Then Master slowly withdrew and that sent me into further gasps and spasms. He pulled all the way out and waited for my hole to start closing before reinserting himself and sliding all the way back in. He did this several times and every time he did it, I found myself anxious for him to fill me up again and again and again. I even began to raise my ass up higher as he withdrew, as if trying to keep him inside me. Finally, Master began to speed up his rhythm and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before those two swollen eggs slapping against me would soon be drained of all their juices and I would feel Master’s hot cream gushing into my new, faggot boy pussy. Troy had gone back to sucking my erection and I went back to sucking his in a cloud of faggot lust. Master seemed satisfied at the intensity of my begging and I wanted to get my head down lower to better jut my ass up higher for penetration. I moaned and groaned with pleasure with each and every thrust and received my first taste of cum from my old school mate long before Master came inside me. But when Master did cum inside me, he gripped me by the hips and his final thrust was the deepest of the whole fucking session. I could actually feel his massive jewels pressing up between the both of us, being squeezed between us for every last drop. Master cums in unbelievably large loads and it felt like a fire hose impregnating me with tons of hot, gooey cream Master remained deep inside me long after he had cum, patting my ass affectionately and telling me how well I had done. Then he reminded me of my new place as his slave and asked me how I could best serve him. I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. I paused from licking Troy’s flaccid penis and kept getting distracted by Master’s own, softening member resting comfortably inside me. Finally, I said, “I don’t know. What do you want me to do?” Master rubbed my hips and said, “That’s good. Of course you don’t know. You’re just the slave. You’ll do whatever I want you to do. ALWAYS. Does my little faggot boy understand this?” Slave Troy underneath me understood this. He learned it before he even got to high school. And Troy was busy suckling my penis and rubbing my inner thighs, oblivious to his own free will. And I knew that Sydney…Master Sydney…had me where he wanted me, which was where I had secretly wanted to be. His enviable manhood was lodged in my ass and I could feel his spent cum inside me, a warm reminder of my new place as his faggot bitch. I didn’t think too long before answering obediently, “Yes, Master. I understand. I’ll do whatever you want me to do like a good little faggot boy. ALWAYS.” “That’s a good slave,” Master purred with delight. Master caressed my hips and then caressed my cheeks, pressing them together against his semi-erection still lodged in my hole. He sighed a contented sigh and then I felt a jet stream of hot liquid shoot through me as Master relieved himself inside my ass. I put my head down between slave Troy’s legs and gently licked his hairless balls as I moaned from the hot, erotic sensation marking me as Master’s property. I told myself I deserved what Master was giving me and was lucky to have found such a big dick to fulfill all my fantasies. I was on my way to learning that Master could do whatever he wanted with me and I would not only accept it, I would desire it. To be continued… Comments and Correspondence to: littleboiblu4u@yahoo.com