Gay Erotic Stories

Eric was glad to have the day off after completing a major project at work. It gave him a chance to work out in the gym when it wouldn't be real busy. At 6'5" and 228 lbs. he was in pretty fine shape, but he wasn't exactly religious about his weight training. When Eric walked into the weight room he recognized Joe, though he didn't know his name. Joe was pretty much addicted to working out. At 4'8" and 93 lbs, he did all he could with what he had. He really enjoyed working the free weights in front of the mirror. It excited him, and he sometimes enjoyed watching other guys admiring his definition. When Eric walked into the weight room, Joe both tried to show off and felt jealous of Eric's size. Man, what Joe wouldn't give to be a big man. He would have the world by the tail! Eric worked out and admired Joe's physical beauty at the same time. He tried not to be too obvious about it, doing sideways glances in the mirror. Once or twice he thought Joe might have "caught" him staring, but guys check each other out. It didn't mean anything. When Joe left, Eric was both disappointed and relieved. Joe loved the showers at the gym. He could completely relax his aching muscles under an endless stream of hot water. He enjoyed standing there naked in the heat lathering himself up, rubbing his body all over. Eric hadn't spent half the time in the weight room that Joe had. The lockerroom seemed so deserted, Eric neither locked his locker nor wrapped his towel around his naked body as he headed for the showers. In the shower room he was surprised to see Joe still there. Joe had shampoo in his hair, his eyes were closed tight, his body was covered in suds, and his hands seemed to be particularly rubbing his chest and crotch. To Eric, it looked like Joe's dick was half hard, but he wasn't sure. Hard, Joe's dick looked like it would be about 6.5", but on his small frame it looked colossal. Eric stood there taking in the view and getting aroused himself. He stood at one of the shower heads, but didn't want to turn it on and "wake" Joe from his revealing trance. Joe's mind had drifted off in the heat, and he could feel himself getting aroused. With a start, he opened his eyes, saw Eric standing there and said, "What the fuck are you looking at?" Eric stammered. He'd definitely been caught. "Um, noth,...ah nothing, ...Sir!," he said. Then he reached to turn on his shower, and he quickly blushed a beet red. He'd really been caught, caught off guard. Now he also felt stupid calling this guy "sir" when Joe was at least 5-10 years younger than Eric's 30 years. But, he'd been caught staring and he wanted to show respect, to apologize. Joe watched Eric struggle to respond and enjoyed his own power over the situation. As Eric stammered out "Sir!", Joe laughed to himself and felt his own dick respond to Eric's tacit submission. Outwardly he simply glared at Eric, and let Eric see that he had noticed Eric's somewhat aroused dick. He glared at Eric until Eric looked down and away, again acknowledging Joe's control. Joe casually finished showering and walked out of the shower room. Just before he walked out of sight, he quickly turned and again caught Eric looking at him. Eric's gaze dropped to the floor, he had been humiliated. Eric stood under the shower confused. He had been caught staring at a guy, he had been humiliated, and yet he kept thinking about how hot the guy was and how turned on Eric had become by the circumstances. Part of Eric wanted to stay in the shower until he was certain Joe was long gone. Part of him wanted to jerk off right there in the shower. Part of him wanted to chase after Joe and apologize and to praise his beauty and to beg Joe for a picture of his beautiful body. Instead, he simply finished showering and went to towel off. But his towel was not on the hook he had hung it on. He figured Joe had taken it to get back at him. So naked and wet he headed for his locker. Joe had decided he was going to take advantage of the situation. As he left the shower he had grabbed Eric towel. When he dressed he just put on his jock and sweat pants, his socks and boots. Then, holding Eric's towel, he found the locker with the padlock hooked through the handle and he waited for Eric to come to it. Eric turned the corner toward his locker and was both surprised and excited to see Joe standing there with no shirt on. He wasn't quite sure what to say as he approached Joe. "Is this what you're looking for, Asshole?", Joe asked as he snapped the towel in Eric's direction, stinging Eric in the balls. "Please!", Eric gasped, half in pain, half wanting his towel. Joe smiled outwardly as he saw Eric's dick jump up in response to the towel slap. "Oh, you're getting off on this, are you fucker?", Joe stated, as he snapped the towel into Eric's balls again. "No, Please,...Sir!", Eric cried, yet his dick was getting fuller. Joe stepped right up to the big fucker, and with the back of his hand he slapped Eric in the balls again. Eric didn't know what was going on. His balls were screaming in pain, but his dick was definitely getting hard. He didn't know what to do, and simply cried, "Please, sir!" This time Joe said, "happy to oblige, Dickhead," and grabbed Eric's balls and his right hand and yanked on them. Eric was pulled down to his knees on the bench that had separated the two men. Joe used his left hand to grab Eric's open lock off of his locker. Pulling Eric's balls tight to the bottom of his sack, Joe hooked the lock hasp around Eric's sack and locked his balls into the bottom of his nutsack. Joe released Eric's balls from his grip, declared, "you stupid fuck!", and slapped him hard in the balls again. Eric was beside himself in pain, but his dick was rockhard and starting to leak precum. Next Joe jumped up on the bench and used his booted foot to kick Eric in the balls. As Eric collapsed onto the floor, Joe opened Eric's locker and pulled out Eric's belt. Joe used Eric's own belt to bind Eric's hands behind his back. Eric, 6'5", 228lb., hands bound, balls padlocked and aching, dick rock hard, was then told to get up on his knees by this 4'8", 93lb. punk, so that Eric could suck Joe's dick. Eric did as he was told Joe stood on the bench, laughing at the big man submitting to him. He found the whole thing exciting, and shot a load of cum in Eric's mouth fairly quickly. As his dick started to soften he realized he had to piss. He slapped Eric's face and kicked him and the nuts again, telling him to keep sucking. As Joe relaxed enough to piss, Eric did keep sucking. As Eric started drinking the piss, his own dick spasmed and a hugh load of cum shot into the air, some landing on Eric, some on the floor, and some on Joe's boots. As Joe finished pissing, he pulled his dick out of Eric's mouth and pissed the last couple of squirts into Eric's face and hair. The he kicked Eric in the balls again and told him to lick the cum off of his boots. Eric did everything he'd been told to do. When Joe was done he went into Eric's locker again. He found the key to the lock on Eric's balls, went through Eric's wallet and took his license with Eric's address as well as all the big bills. Joe then had Eric straddle the bench and sit so his balls rested on the bench. Joe then stood on the bench, his booted foot pressing on Eric's balls, as he informed Eric that the lock would come off when Joe decided it was time. In the meantime, Eric was not to cum without Joe's permission. From time to time Eric could expect visits from Joe or people Joe sent to Eric's home. Joe asked Eric if he had any questions or complaints, as he leaned forward, pressing down on Eric's balls and spitting into Erics face. "Um, No, um, Sir!", Eric replied. Giving Eric his final kick in the balls for the day, Joe then unbound Eric's hands and walked away laughing.