Gay Erotic Stories

I'd gotten up late this morning and I had to rush to dress for work. I wanted to look especially nice today; I was being interview by personnel for a new promotion. The office grapevine had it that that the new position was an important service position to Mr. Sams the company president. I'd been with the company for five years and I'd done every thing to get ahead. I lived in this one room just to have money for night school and special clothes. I spent my money on a few good suits - I even had my shirts tapered at the Custom Shop to show off my body. I wanted people to notice me and to think I'd arrived. I devoted all my spare time to researching how to be better at my job and to improve my mind and body to get ahead. I felt the time had arrived for my lonely nights of study and exercise to pay off. While riding up to the top floor in the executive elevator, before my big moment, I checked myself out in the elevator mirror was a good-looking stud, I was tall, almost six four, had well-styled black curly hair, and a clear flawless complexion. Getting out of the elevator, I was pleased to notice the women giving me the once over. I was proud of my well-built body and my big basket advertising my manhood; I liked showing it off. Standing before the personnel secretary, I announced I was here for my interview. Looking up and smiling, she waved me on into the inner office. I was surprised it was empty, so I sat waiting for someone to come in. I sat there for a long while, I was patient because I realized this was one of their little tricks they used to check out the people they interviewed. The door finally opened and this small man came out and extending his hand. He introduced himself as the head of personnel. First he told me that our company president, Mr. Sams had been keeping an eye on me for quite a while in regard to this promotion. He was currently developing a new position and thought I had the qualifications to fill it. Going on in a soft voice, he went on to explain the position offered a good salary, benefits, and a clothing allowance. He couldn't tell me what the duties were because that was still under development. However he did mention it might involve European travel and you would be working away from the main office, it was really going to be an important position. He felt I was very fortunate to be granted this offer for a person who had only been with the company five years. Sitting, he opened a large folder and began to leaf through it saying he had a few questions he needed to ask me. I suddenly realized it was my personal file he was looking at. I was surprised at how much information they had collected about me when he asked the usual questions, like if I'd married recently, if I had any intentions of marring in the future and if I had a steady girl friend. I told him my job was my only interest at the present and my future advancement meant everything to me. That answer seemed to please him. And he asked about my education, if I was going to continue my schooling and if I had been involved with the police or had any problems with my health. He said it would be necessary for me to sign an updated contract for this new position. The contract was similar to the one I had signed when I joined the firm, but with the new responsibilities it would need to be more extensive. Waving his hands as if to dismiss it, he said it was just about company loyalty, and legal stuff, nothing to worry about. After signing I would need to pass a physical evaluation to validate it. Then pushing the contract in front of me, he explained this was a very important career move. The contract was long and complicated and filled with legal talk, but he said I was welcome to read it. It was necessary for me to accept or reject this opportunity as quickly as possible because time was important, and if I did not want to accept, he wanted to interview others. I was afraid of missing this opportunity, so I took his pen and signed all ten pages of the contract. He said he would make sure I received a copy of the contract to read at a later date. I ask if the physical would be in our medical department on the forth floor, but he said I would be going to Mr. Sams' personal Doctor uptown. He had already made an appointment with Mr. Sams' doctors for my physical. The company driver took me to the address they gave me. I was impressed with the high rent district; North Michigan Street addresses were really high-class. The doctor's office was located on the eleventh floor and facing the lake. When I approached the handsome office boy, he looked up and smiled, asking if I was Kenneth Howard, I just nodded. He said I was expected and I should go right into the office. Then looking me over, he winked and told me I should strip, including my jewelry, shoes and socks, and wait for the doctor. On entering the office, I was surprised to see it was furnished more like a men's club than an examination room. There was a large mahogany desk flanked by two red leather wingback chairs. Back against the wall was a settee and chairs. Hanging above that arrangement were large oil paintings of nudes. Striping, I folded my clothes and place them on the settee. Then I took my shoes and socks off and set them next to my clothes. Then I took a seat on one of the leather wing chairs in front of the desk. It seemed strange to be seated there completely naked, but I guess that was how expensive doctors here did things. I was surprised that the oil portraits on the walls were of naked men, but there again he was probably a specialist for men. I was turning to inspect them when I heard voices just outside the door. Seconds later the door opened and three figures came in-a big tall man with the build of a football player dressed in white, an older man in a business suit, and a younger man with a black attaché case. The older man seated himself and introduced his male nurse, and a jewelry salesman. I felt uncomfortable being the only naked person in the room, but that feeling quickly passed. They acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be naked-and I realized I liked showing off my body off to other men. The Doctor said that my boss had requested a special physical evaluation my body and personality and for this unique position. First he told me that his nurse would take several pictures of me for the file, then take my measurements and record them. He instructed me to pose in several positions and then he snapped my picture with one of those new digital cameras. Then putting his camera away, he advanced toward me with a small tray of instruments. The nurse began to measure my chest, waist, hips and thighs, then surprisingly he measured my cock to see how long it was soft. With quick deft motions he began stroking my meat to arouse an erection, and I immediately got one. Then he proceeded to measure my meat at ten inches, writing that down. Startled, I look at the doctor, and he said it was necessary for the records. Then handing me a cup, he told me to masturbate and give him a sperm sample. I took the cup and asking where the bathroom was, I would be back in a moment. My tool was now hard and seemed to reach out its full length, I was excited and it would not take long to cum. He said just do whatever I need to right here. That way we could continue with the inspection and still talk. Well, that was fine with me, and dropping to my knees, I began to jack- off. He commented that I seemed to enjoy performing for them--that it made my cock and me more excited. Blushing, I told him I found it to be very exhilarative to have men watch me. He sat smiling and watched me beat off, in fact the nurse and the salesman came around to watch me perform. He ask when was the last time I had had sex with a woman, and I stuttered, ashamed to tell him it was in college seven years ago. Then he asks me to explain the circumstances. I said I had dated this girl for some four years and she always was after me to screw her. I wanted to wait, I really had no desire to fuck her, but we finally did it. I guess I wasn't good at it because we broke up shortly after that. I'd been celibate ever since. I just put sex out of my mind except for masturbation. Then I began to cum and it was wonderful, smiling I looked at them and they seem to enjoy it as much as I did. Then, taking the cup and inspecting it, he commented that I produced a lot of cum. The doctor talked to me like an old friend, or buddy, and I found I could tell him anything. I told him I was hot most of the time and when I went home I beat off every night before going to bed, sometimes like now, I was really horny. He said it was good for a young man to want sex often for men like me. Then he explained the next test would be a little different, but he was sure I would enjoy it. He had me stand and lean on the back of one of the chairs. I was surprised when the nurse began to grease my ass with his fingers, and then he told me to spread my legs. He began to insert something like a big cock up my ass. It hurt at first, and then as my body began to accept the shape, I did begin to enjoy it. It felt like he was going to fill my whole body with it. I gasped and told the doctor I had never had a feeling like that before. He must have slid at least twelve inches of that tool up my ass before he stopped. Then grasping a hand pump, he began inflating that cock. I felt my ass completely filled by this thing and I began to blush, and getting aroused, my tool was bigger and harder than it'd ever been. I liked this new sensation and told them, and joked that I could take that toy home to play with. They all Laughed, saying I wouldn't need a toy like that when I started working at my new position. Then the salesman dropped to his knees and began to measure me around my cock and balls telling me Mr. Sams had ordered body jewelry and he needed to fit me. I was beginning to like all this attention I was getting. By now the nurse had inflated this instrument he told me it would need to remain up my ass for at least twenty minutes, but I could again sit with it in place. I had to admit I liked the feeling and even bounced a little on the seat of the chair. While I sat there the doctor commented on my erection, asking me how long it would remain hard. I told him sometimes for hours and he wrote that down. He had been doing a lot of writing and now he got up and came around the desk. He said I had passed his inspection, he had no doubt about my being qualified for the position and there was just one more thing he needed to do. Taking some cotton from the tray, he swabbed my nipples and gave them a little injection. Almost instantly I could feel them going numb. Then the nurse came around and held my arms and the doctor took a long needle and began to pierce my nipples. I protested, but he just smiled and said that was one of the things that had been ordered done. The jeweler then installed a gold ring in each nipple and with small instrument bonded the ends of the ring together so it could not be removed. The doctor began instructing me on how to clean and care for my nipples, and if I had any infections I was to come back and see him. While this was going on the jeweler stepped around to my back and placed a gold collar around my neck and bonded the ends of the clasp so it was permanent--it could not be removed. It had an engraved tag on it saying I was the property of Elias Sams. Then standing me up they slid the device out of my ass. He then measured it and told me that I could handle being fucked by a twelve-inch cock or larger safely if it were well lubricated. Shocked at what he was saying, my cock shriveled to almost nothing, and the jeweler quickly fitted me with a gold cock ring saying now my outfit was complete. Stunned, I ask why I would want to be fucked by a man, and still smiling doctor told me this whole examination was to determine if I was gay, and if so, I was being prepared to become Mr. Sams "boy". It was quite common for queers in bondage to wear a cock ring and have their nipples pierced. We have serviced many of our gay clienteles' boys. Most of the masters like to tag their slaves just as we have done with you. It's also a reminder to the slave he is one of his masters possessions. I stammered that I wasn't that kind of man, but the doctor just smiled and said I really was I was just a little late in life to realize it. In time I would realize that I needed a man for my sexual fulfillment. Apparently Mr. Sams realized this and wanted you as his paramour. The doctor went on to say he understood I had signed a contract placing myself in sexual bondage to Mr. Sams for ten years. He perfectly comfortable with my right to sell my body into sexual bondage and it really was the safe thing to do in this day and age. It was better than living alone and masturbating to satisfy my sexually, and far better than sleeping around with god knows whom and risking my life to AIDS. When I accepted myself as gay, a whole New World would open up for me. He said I would soon learn that I was really physical and mentally conditioned to satisfy men. He told me how fortunate I was in Mr. Sam's service that he'd known him for years and he was a very generous man. He was giving me a wonderful position; I was really a very lucky young man. Now I was frightened, I found out I was a queer, I now had these damn tit rings, and a slave collar on permanently not to mention the gold cock ring. I'd signed my life away to be an executive's Whore. I dressed and went back to the office--to my office to think. To my surprise my things had been removed, I was told my position had been filled since I'd been promoted. The only other thing I could do was go see Mr. Sams. The long ride up that elevator was not as pleasant this time. I began to feel a swelling in my nipples from my nipple rings and it was causing me to get hot and hard. By the time I got to his secretary, I had a full-blown hardon and trouble concealing it. I ask to see Mr. Sams and she told me I could go right in. As I went in, he called out to his girl that he did not want to be disturbed for the next hour or so. Mr. Sams was seated in front of a big window and all I could see was his silhouette. Then he stood and as he came around the desk. I was awe struck by the size of this man. He was huge, he had the most beautiful face I have ever seen on a man, with black hair and distinguished graying temples. His granite features had that rugged outdoor look, he looked like he would be more at home on a horse than at a desk. Before I could protest, he commanded me to sit, and he would tell me what he expected from me. "First of all I have promoted you, you will get a good salary, medical benefits and live free in a nice apartment. You will continue your education and I will dress and feed you. Your former position has been filled, and if you decline this Opportunity, you will need to look for another job, as well as buying out your contract for the next ten years. That will take a great deal of money and I doubt you have that." As he was talking he began to disrobe. He said that in the past he could find anyone to spend the night with, but now, in this day of AIDS, he needed to be sure of his sex partner. He felt that I could satisfy him, and he was willing to train me from scratch. So he said quite simply "I bought you, I own you, I am your master, you are my slave." By now he was completely naked and I sat looking at his hard firm body and strong wonderful arms. Surprisingly, he was dusted with a covering of gray curly hair, like a big teddy bear. He had a huge cock jutting out from an enormous pair of balls, and looking at his fur-covered body I wanted to run my hands over him. I had never felt like this before. I began to breathe hard and could only think of what that man was asking me to become, of what he wanted me to do. Then thinking of what the doctor told me, I finally admitted to myself that I really wanted him sexually. I was a queer. Bowing my head, I began to disrobe, now exposing my ownership tag, then dropping to my knees, I surrendered my body to him. He had won and I was his. He moved forward and placing his shaft between my lips, waited for me to react. I let my lips close around his tool and slide down his shaft--I was filled with new sensations and delight, as his tool swelled, filling my mouth and I liked how it felt. I liked the taste of his meat in my mouth. He put his hands behind my head and began to pump his tool until I had become a wet moist glove for his meat, sliding in further with each stroke until I had consumed his entire shaft. In what seemed like an instant, he filled my mouth with his sweet goodness. Then pulling me to my feet, he turned me and began his entry into my ass. Because of the lubricant the doctor used in his office, he slid right in, letting out a sigh, began to screw me in heated passion. As he pumped my ass, I felt my cock expanding in excitement and we both came together. I'd never felt sex like this before and I wanted it to go on forever, I was falling in love. Leading me to his private wash room ,we showered together, and I again dropped to my knees and began to suck him, this time with slow and deliberate love and passion. I wanted him, my body was his. We dressed, and kissing me he told me I now belonged to him--I looked up and simply answered "Yes master." He instructed me to go with his driver to my new home. Then he told me I should wait for him; he would see me tonight at supper. He would call and his house boy to was to give me a list of instructions to learn on how a bondage slave should act with his master. On entering the apartment ,I was awe struck with its size and beauty. Emmett, the black house boy looked me over and took me to the masters' bedroom. He explained that the master had called and instructed him where to put my things, and to tell me I was to shower and wear his jewelry, nothing else. Emmett explained that I was now the master's sex toy and I should be ready to obey and please him at all times. I was to go into the bedroom and read the papers and prepare things to talk about at dinner. Perhaps even watch the news. He said my tutoring would begin tomorrow and he gave me a set of written guidelines for the conduct of slaves and told me to memorize it. He then told me that for now it was necessary to remember that it was my duty to please my master in everything he asked, and I should always remain kneeling in his presence. Finally, he left me, shaking his head, and I heard him mutter "nice ass for a white boy". It was rather late in the evening when Mr. Sams, my new master, finally came home. I rushed to greet him and went down on my knees in respect. He smiled and said he'd like me to wear nothing but my jewelry at all times, unless we were having guests, then I should wear a suit and tie. Emmett met Mr. Sams with a martini and he settled down to relax, patting a spot on the floor were I was to sit. At dinner, I sat to his right on the floor with just a napkin and my erection. He fed me from his plate and occasionally reached down to fondle my erection. I had been hard all evening with the joy and expectations of what was to come. He rose from the table, telling me we would retire early, he was anxious to try out his new pet. I lay on the bed excited and ready for my master's commands. He approached and mounting me, slid up on my chest. He began feeding me his shaft. I looked up into that strong face, and raising my hands to his hips, feeling his strong furry body, I wanted his cock more than I had every wanted anything in my life. He was bigger than I remembered, and when he began to face fuck me I thought would suffocate. I felt the passages of my throat being expanded as he sank his shaft deeper and I began to drift off in a land of enchantment. Sensing my problems, he pulled out a silver inhaler and placing it under my nostrils and told me to inhale. Breathing deeply, I felt my head swim, my throat opened, and I had this desire to suck his whole body into mine, and I took every thing he would give me right down to his balls. This was my first experience with poppers, and I loved it. Then he began to inhale and we began to make love like it was the last day of the world. He filled me with his essence, then sliding up my chest burying my face in his ass. Lashing out with my tongue I began to ream him, and tickle and sucked his hole with my tongue, trying to please him in every way, than pushing further up I sucked his balls into my mouth and massage them with my tongue. Swinging around he pulled my legs up on his shoulders and invaded my hole. In the heat of passion, with one thrust, he was buried deep inside me and I was in tears from the pain and ecstasy. He screwed me on into the night--I took his rod every way that was possible, feeling like I would never get enough of him. He would pause, and we would kiss and then in fresh excitement, he would start up harder and faster than ever. Gently licking my face and laughing, he said he wanted to break in his new slave's ass right, and I just looked up at him and all I could say was "thank you, master".