Gay Erotic Stories

It was a great day when I graduated collage. This would be an end of putting up with all the dumb hicks in this small town. This was the first day of my new life. Ever since I was a small kid I’d planed on ways of getting out of this dumpy little town of South Bend. It was a town of losers. I was tired of all the simpering religious fagots and easy women who pranced around in their self-righteous poses only to prowl the nights fucking and drinking and sopping wives. I was sure not going to waste my looks and my cock on these damn yokels. I’d learned at an early age that I could get any thing I wanted by either beating the shit out of someone or trading sexual favors. It was in high school that I first realized that fucking those horny teachers was the easy way of getting good grades. Oh, not that I hadn’t had my fair share of blowjobs from the coaches, but now I had bigger fish to fry. Using what I’d learned in high school and collage was a snap. Now I was on my way to the corporate world and big bucks. With my looks and cock I knew I was going to be a success. After screwing that fagot of a personnel clerk on my interview, I was on my way. They way I saw the world was composed of givers and takers and I was a taker. As for making a few extra bucks it was easy here in the city. All I had to do was pick up some fairy in a bar and give him a hard luck story and fuck him and he was good for at least a hundred bucks. Add that to what I was making on the job and I was living in style. With my own place I began to let a few of the richer boys come to the apartment. I figured it never hurt to have a good source of extra income. More and more I began hearing about this wild leather crowd that hung out on the south side of town. I was beginning to feel like I was ready to experience something a lot wilder and more exciting than the sick doe eyed pansies I was fucking. I wanted to feel the thrill of fucking one of those so-called leather studs. Ever since I’d heard about this S&M bar called the Leathers I was determined to go there. I’d get the hots just hearing people talking about the place. Most everyone had said it was one of the roughest bars in the city. I felt I was more than ready to take on any dumb leather snuck and I could damn well take care of myself. It was on a Saturday night of one of those long summer weekends that I decided it was time to go for a little excitement. I was determined to get my cock into one of those leather boys. Over the weeks I’d been toying with the idea. I’d given it great thought and I took great care to make sure that my jeans were worn and that my shirt was on the tacky side. I felt I had achieved the right ‘look’ and that I would fit right in. If I knew my fagots right I would have the pick of the litter to fuck tonight. Pulling on my leather jacket and surveying my reflection in the mirror I thought I looked real good. Laughing to myself I thought I was two smart to risk cruising this place in a Brooks Brothers suit. Now I would fit in now like one of the regulars. After a short cab ride to the bar I was ready and willing to make this a night I would never forget. As soon as I was inside I realized I was in for quite an evening. Even in the darkness of the bar I could see the bare chests covered only by leather vests or straps. I was going to have a ball tonight. I was with my element. I couldn’t even count how many shaved headed men with dog collars were kneeling at their masters’ feet. This place was wilder than I could have imagined. Rubbing elbows with these studs was going to be a real treat. I knew I was going to like this place. Crawling up on the stool I felt if some pussy man was so weak he would become some studs slave, then that was what the fagot deserved. You had to respect a man that had the balls to use other men. I was really getting with it when this big hunky black bartender suddenly was standing there before me. Wearing only a skimpy vest over his chest and a black leather stud covered jock he was one hot looking nigger. Leaning forward with a smile his vest gapped open exposing his enlarged nipples pierced with shinny rings through each nipple. He was so hot looking I almost pissed my pants. The black looked like something out of the Arabian nights. I was still ogling at his bulging jock when he lurched forward and in a voice loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear asked what the pretty little man wanted to drink. The whole bar seemed to go quiet as everyone turned to stare at me. Damn him I thought and feeling like a fool all I could manage to squeak out was a martini. On the rocks. In a loud voice he announced that he didn’t make them fancy society drinks here, did I want whisky or beer. Pulling up and leaning on the bar I was not going to let this damn nigger intimidate me. Then glaring at him, I asked in a loud voice if he could manage to make a gin and tonic. Laughing at him as he walked away I knew I’d won that battle. When he sauntered back with my drink, flaunting that gorgeous body, he shoved my drink in front of me and told me to call him if I wanted to be serviced. Smiling, I knew I had put him in his place. No damn nigger was going to get the best of me. Moving down the bar to service another customer I wondered what it would be like to fuck that black ass. I thought blacks were OK if you kept them in their place. At the first sip of my drink I had to gasp at how strong it was because it tasted like it was all gin. Sitting there sipping my drink I kept watching that bartender. I simply couldn’t take my eyes off of that hunky body of his. He was the wildest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Before I had a chance to dwell on his ass someone began getting rowdy at one of the tables. Suddenly the bartender moved quickly to their table and pulled the offending drunk up and threaten to tear his balls off and shove them down his throat if he didn’t quiet down. I got the impression that no one in the bar doubted that he could do it. Finishing my drink I flagged the bartender down more to get another look at him than anything. Sauntering down my way he seemed to be flaunting that beautiful body of his just for me. Leaning forward he warned me to slow down or I was going to end up flat on my pretty little ass and in a lot of trouble. Sitting there watching I felt like I was in a different world, this was even better than I’d expected. I was having a ball and just getting to feel good when I started talking to this guy Rob that was sitting next to me. I really thought it was a blast when he asked me to dance. Blushing I slid off the bar stool and followed him to the little square they called a dance floor. While the other men were mostly doing this fast step something like a burley bump and grind but Rob held me close and began dancing slow. As our body moved closer together I could feel him pressing his cock against me. Whispering in my ear he told me his master would love to fuck my ass. Pulling away I didn’t know what to say and when the music stopped. Walking back to the bar and crawling up on the seat I said I didn’t let any man fuck me. That was when this big handsome stud came between us and bent down to kiss Rob. Then looking over to me he introduced himself. Waving to the bartender and ordering us another drink he asked me if I was interested in a three way. Caught off guard I said I was waiting for someone. It sounded lame but I was the one that fucked guys, I sure wasn’t going to be a cunt for any man. Robert then leaned down giving me a peck on the cheek telling me I was missing a good fuck. Leading Rob away then they joined some other men at one of the tables. I was beginning to feel a bit unwary as they kept looking over at me and laughing. Finally they began to turn their attention to another guy sitting at one of the tables. It got later and the bar got louder and rougher. At the rate things were digressing I began to think I’d better get my ass out of here before I got into trouble. Before I could finish my drink the bartender set me up another drink. The bartender indicated it was from the big dirty guy in filthy clothes sitting next to me. Smiling and thanking him I said as little as possible. I kept trying to ignore him but he just kept telling me I was a swell looking cunt and he wanted to fuck my ass. Turning my back on him he began getting loud asking me if I thought I was two damn good for him. It was a relief when the bartender finally came to my rescue telling the guy to beg off or get out of the bar. I sat there watching him as he joined this table of guys and he began pointing over at me and they all laughed. I knew then it was time to get the hell out of there before I got into real trouble. I asked the bartender to call me a cab. He just laughed telling me no cab in town would come down to this section. He told me to walk over two streets and if I was lucky I might be able to hail a cab. It was all I could do to stagger to the door. I was proud at least I made it to the door without falling on my face. No sooner was I outside in the cold night air my head began to clear. I was shocked to see how deserted the street had become. This was truly a no mans land down here. I began to realize what a damn fool I had been for coming down to this section of town. Now I prayed I could get home without getting mugged. Hurrying past closed stores I saw one store that was still open and was hoping that I could call a cab from there. As I got closer I could see it was one of those porno stores. God I though that’s the last thing I need. Moving quickly past the store I was about halfway down the block from the bar when I heard this shouting and laughing behind me. Turning I could see this gang of guys coming out of the bar. One of them was calling to me telling me to wait for them. Walking a little faster all I could think of was getting the hell out of there. Suddenly they were all around me. I told them I didn’t want any trouble and they could have my money if they would just let me go. It was then I recognized the guy call Bull from the bar. Grabbing hold of me then in a mocking voice he said, “Well cunt boy you ain’t so high and mighty now without that nigger to protect you.” I was completely surrounded by them and they began forcing me to move along with them. I looked around for someone, anyone to help, but there was no one. The street was deserted. Half pushing me, half dragging me into the ally and I kept I looked around and I could see that this was a dead end service ally cut off from the other streets by chain link fences. Bull then stooped down picked up a rock and in one throw broke the small bulb that was the only illumination in the ally. I lost all hope of getting away then. They had circled around me and began shoving me back and forth like some kind medicine ball. When they tired of toying with me they began ripping and shredding my clothes with their knives and fingers. When they had me completely naked they began playing grab ass. Finally knocking me to ground Bull stripped off my watch and ring. I lay there and closed my eyes and feared the worst. Lying there in the dirt, Bull stepped over me and squatted down and shoved his cock in my face, telling me it was time to show him a good time. Just smelling that fowl body odor of his I wanted to throw up. Shaking my head saying I wasn’t that kind he began pushing his cock into my mouth warning me if I bit his cock he’d kick my teeth out. Pushing his hard cock between my lips and giving a shove he forced his cock deep into my throat. Terrified, I though I was going to choke as he kept pushing his cock deeper into my throat. Grabbing my ears and pulling me to my knees Bull began raping my mouth. Suddenly he let out a low animal howl and began pumping his load down my throat. Trying to get away from him I could feel someone move up in back of me and hold me from behind. When Bull pulled his still dripping cock from my mouth I tried to stand but was pushed down. The rest of them had lined up and one after another and forced me to service them. Sobbing for mercy after each cock I heard one of them say he wanted to fuck my ass. Bull laughed saying anyone that sucked cock as well as I did had to have a great ass. About then someone rammed his finger up my ass saying I was a damn virgin. Then the fight began to see who was going to be the first to fuck me. Still begging them to let me go I could feel someone pushing his cock up my crack trying to get it into my ass. With a hard push he made entry and suddenly he was in my ass. I’d never felt such pain. He was laughing as he gave one more lunge and sank his cock deep into my body. I fainted from the pain. When I came around I could hear someone saying he had some stuff that was going to make me a real hot bitch. Seconds later someone was holding small bottle to my lips telling me to drink. Tasting the bitter salty fluid I tried to refuse it. Then without ceremony the guy shoved the whole bottle into my mouth holding my lips forcing me to swallow all of it. Laughing at me as I choked the burning liquid down he said since I was so damn high and mighty he was going to turn me into a fucking nymphomaniac. Then one of them shoved his cock up my ass and began pumping at top speed saying I was one tight mama. The pain was followed by this wild feeling of lust as that cock slammed into my ass. Feeling all these hands pawing at me my body seemed to be responding to their every touch. One after another they ravaged my ass and every time I felt their hot cum shoot into my body I prayed that it would be the last time. After a while I’d given up any hope of salvation. When they began screwing me from both ends my mind seemed to go blank and my body began responding to them. Kneeling there, their cocks pummeled me, forcing me to piston between their cocks. I began to want it to go on forever. Now as soon as one of them would pull out of me I would beg for more. I became so desperate for cock now I would do anything they told me to do. Then, in the mist of the gangbang, the whole ally was suddenly lit up by headlights. Hearing the sound of a horn and dazed and bleeding I could see this black van coming toward us. Suddenly Bull and his pack of thugs were running bare ass out of the ally clutching their clothes. Laying there looking up at those black faces staring down at me I was now so hot I began begging them to fuck me. The big black buck just laughed saying they must have really juiced me up. Saying they would give me all the cock I needed, someone told them to load me into the back of the van. Closing my eyes I kept thanking them for saving me. As he pushed me into the van one of them said I was going to make them a damn fine party boy. As the van begins to move one of them straddled me shoving his cock into my mouth telling me to make him feel good. By now all I wanted to do was suck his cock. As his cock pushed further into my throat I was completely consumed with this wild feeling of desire and lust coursing through my body. By then I’d lost all sense of reason and my body seemed to be controlling my every thought. I knew whatever had been in that bottle had set something inside deep inside of me free. One after another they boys lined up for me to service them. The screwing and sucking stopped only long enough for them to haul me into what looked like a big dark warehouse. Dragging me over to a dirty mattress and throwing me down this new orgy began. Spreading my legs wide and taking them into my body I was dimly aware of more people coming but the steady flow of cocks in my ass and mouth remained the same. From time to time someone would piss in my face telling me I was one great cunt. I did remember hearing one of the men say that by the time the brothers were done with me there wouldn’t be a black cock in town that hadn’t fucked me. The more they fucked me the more my body seemed to crave. I was now like some depraved sex pervert. I could hear myself begging for more and they were giving it to me. Then someone had decided they wanted to fist me. As soon as I felt the fist in me and they began fucking me with his arm I began crying, begging for more. After they had their fill of that, someone shoved a cock in my mouth. Sucking on him like an animal on a teat he began using me as his toilet. One after another they lined up and used me. Feeling my stomach expanding from all the piss, I suddenly felt this blinding pain all over my body. Then it was all blackness. When I finally woke my whole body was in pain. Moving I realized I was in a bed and someone was dabbing a cold cloth on my head. Trying to push whomever it was washing me off, I begged him to fuck me. Then this soft voice gently shushed me telling me to lie still. When the cloth was removed I could see a big black face looking down at me. Trying to sit up I hurt too much to move. Looking around I asked who he was and where was I. This big black man said his name was Jamul and that I was in his place. He’d found me in the dumpster in the ally when he was closing up the bar. Going on he told me he’d hauled me out of the dumpster and carried me upstairs and cleaned me up. That was when I realized this Jamul was that bartender at Leathers. Going on he said it was obvious I’d been drugged, beaten and used like a sex slave. Then when they were finished with me they had just thrown me away. Jamul said he would call someone so they could come and get me if I would tell him whom to call. I lay there trying to remember who I was or what my name was. Thrashing around, I began to panic begging him to fuck me. This big black man held my hand telling me just to relax. Before I could answer everything went dark again. All that weekend I’d wake in pain crying for him to fuck me and then he would hold me soothing me and telling me I was safe now. Looking up into his black face all I could do was whisper thank you. I held on to his hand and told him I was afraid to be alone. He told me he would be working the bar downstairs and that he would be close by. Withdrawing his hand from mine he bent down grazing my lips with a kiss. Then lifting my legs and sinking his cock deep inside me told me he knew I was going to get into trouble that first night he saw me come into the bar. As the days passed I began to feel stronger. The one thing that never changed was my need for him to fuck me. Now when he attended me he would pull my sheet down and lift my legs giving me what I craved. Then getting off he would come around and let me suck him off. Finally he would tell me to sleep while he went to work. I would lie there watching him when he would put on his work clothes. I loved watching him pull on his leather-studded jock strap and begin working his enormous cock into the pouch. Next he slipped into his little leather vest and then stepped into his sandals. Moving over to me then and holding my head up he slipped some pills into my mouth and holding a glass to my lips told me to swallow the pills that they would make me sleep. Lying back down on the pillow I seemed to drift off into a deep cloud and then there was nothing. Some nights I would dream it was happing all over again and I cried out telling them to let me go. I would feel the big soft hands on my shoulders shaking me telling me it was all a dream. As those strong hands held me close I could feel the warmth and tenderness of his body and curling into his arms I drifted off to sleep. Waking from time to time I could feel that strong warm body next to me and feeling secure I would drift off to sleep. I knew he was going to take care of me and protect me. I never wanted to leave him. I lay there with my body pressed into his, and my arms around him and I wanted this gentle giant to make love to me. Letting my hands moved down his body and letting my hands move over and up that velvet shaft my body seemed to crave him. It was then that I began to remember being raped by all those cocks. Just that dim memory seemed to trigger my body to respond to him. Sliding down on his beautiful body and opening my lips had to have my hero’s cock inside me to prove to him how much I loved him. As my mouth surrounded his enormous shaft I began licking and washing his cock with my tongue. Moving up on him and spreading my legs to either side of his hips and positioning myself over his shaft I could take him into my body. Slowly working my body I began taking more and more of his cock until at last he was inside me. When I felt him deep inside of me I wanted to cry out from the joy of feeling him inside of me. As I began fucking myself on his cock I would feel him stirring, wanting more of me. Leaning forward and sucking on his nipples I could feel his hands moving to my shoulders. Licking my way up to his lips and kissing him I told him I only wanted to please and serve him. Then feeling him push his butt into the mattress suddenly with a wild thrust his cock was seated deep up my ass. The whole bed seemed to be on the verge of collapsing as he pounded his cock into my ass. Bouncing me up and pulling me back down it began to feel like we had become person. I soon lost count of how many times I felt his cum shooting inside me. He fucked like ten men, pulling me around and pulling my legs over his shoulders and driving his cock deep into me and then rolling over and doing me missionary style, and then pulling me up still mounted on his cock taking me doggy fashion. Finally we lay there exhausted in each other’s arms and slept again. It was late afternoon when we finally got up. Leading me to the shower he laughed saying his Momma always told him to wash his fruit before he ate it. It was so cramped in the shower we almost had to lather our selves with our bodies. We seemed to just stand there forever rinsing the soap off of us letting out cocks press into each other. Then before I could move or say anything I could feel his body slipping down against mine until he was kneeling before me and my hard cock just disappear into his mouth. My body surrendered to the sensual feeling of that hot mouth of his and letting my body fall against the shower wall he began giving me a slow wonderful blowjob. This was like no feeling I’d even known in my life. Whoever or whatever I was before didn’t seem to matter. I was in love. Weak from our lovemaking Jamul picked me up and carried me to the corner of the apartment that served as the kitchen. Telling me I was two pretty to dress he said he wanted me to stay naked so he could look at my body. Giggling like some schoolgirl, I reached out and taking his cock in my hand pulled him close to me telling him I loved him and I wanted to belong to him. Pulling away he reminded me I had a whole other life somewhere and I would remember it soon enough. Pulling me close to him he told me I could I could stay with him until I could remember who I was. Laughing and giving my ass a swat then he said I could work in the bar for my keep. Watching him move gracefully around the kitchen fixing our food he went on to tell me when I was stronger I could work at the bar until I regained my memory. As the weeks passed and I regained my strength I told Jamul I had no desire to live any kind of life but this. At supper one night Jamul began telling me what my duties in the bar would be. Sitting there looking at this beautiful black man at first I had thought of him as my friend, and now he was my lover. I began to realize how a man could belong to another man. I wanted to belong to this man. I knew I had to show him how much I wanted to be his ‘boy’. Jamul just kept going on telling me he would provide me a uniform for my duties. After dinner he washed the dishes and I dried. With each plate I moved close to him rubbing my cock into his hip. As soon as the last dish was dried he pushed me on the floor and began to ravage my ass. It was almost an hour later that he pulled me up telling me to shower that it was time to open the bar. I knew what Jamul’s uniform was and I had to wonder at what my uniform was going to be. Shutting off the water and patting my body dry Jamul stood their laughing and I said he looked good enough to eat. Reaching into a cabinet he pulled out this leather collar and began fastening it around my neck. Pushing me to my knees he asked if I knew that this meant. As he began fastening the collar around my neck I felt this hot flash all over my body. Pulling me to his cock I eagerly took him into my mouth surrendering my body and my mind to him. It all seemed so right, he had found me, nursed me back to health and now I belonged to him. Slowly he began to work his cock into my mouth. Struggling and swallowing I managed to get most of it down. Gyrating his hips he began working himself deeper into my throat. I willingly let my mouth become his cunt and when I felt him tense I began sucking on his cock even harder to welcomed his juice into my body so I could become part of him. Pulling me to my feet he said if I was going to surrender my body to him completely that he would need to groom me. I would be his property to do with as he wished, to please him or his friends in whatever he told me to do. I knew from the other boys that I’d seen in the bar that this was what I had to do. Standing there and bowing my head I pledged my body to him declaring he was my master, that I was his slave. Without any reservations I stood quietly as he cut my hair and shaved me. I knew that my body would be next and when I was finally clean of all body hair he gathered me up in his arms and carrying me to the bed. As he clamed my body I surrendered my very mind and soul to him. He was my master in every sense of the word now. Moving my now smooth body next to my hairy barbwire teddy bear I was at peace, I was happy with my master. Pulling me up and holding out this bit of leather and told me this would be my new uniform. Slipping into it he gave me sandals for my feet saying I was ready now. Following behind him we descended the stairs into the bar. Suddenly I remembered this was where it had all started. Letting out a little gasp I felt that pain in my ass as I began remembering my rape. Staggering to the bar it was all I could do not to faint from the memories. Jamul came up behind me and held me close to him. The strength and warmth of his body seemed to give me strength. Leading me in back Jamul began showing me my duties. As Jamul opened the doors the men began arriving. I was frightened at first but soon I was doing my job washing glasses and feeling good about myself. As the weeks passed everyone in the bar had accepted me as Jamul’s boy. I was now drawing my strength from my Master. I had forgotten anything about even wanting to remember the past. This had become my life. I was now ‘Jamul’s Boy’. Then one night as we were closing the bar and I was putting the trash in the dumpster it all began coming back in terrifying reality. Running into the bar and holding Jamul I sobbed telling him I remembered everything now. Sobbing like a child he carried me up to our quarters upstairs. As he held me I told Jamul who and what I was. Sobbing in his arms I told him I didn’t want to go back to that kind of life that I belonged to him now. My life was here with him working at the bar. Holding me close he carried me to bed telling me we would find a way. Somehow it was the same and yet it was all different. When I finally managed to get to sleep the sun was coming up. The smell of coffee finally woke me and crawling out of bed for the moment all I could think of was Jamul and that beautiful body of his. He was at the stove fixing our breakfast and slipping up behind him and circling his body with my arms I told him I needed him bad. We then made love with the passion of lovers who knew they might soon be parted. It was hard to go down to the bar that night knowing I was going to lose all of this. I had delighted in exhibiting my body for Jamul’s customers making him proud of me. I truly enjoyed servicing him and his friends. He had laughingly said that since I was working at the bar business had never been so good. It was about ten that night and we were swamped. Suddenly all the singing and yelling stopped. The only sound was the loud sound of the jukebox blaring out. Several policemen had come into the bar and wanted to ask some questions. It seems that they were searching for clues of a murdered man named Marvin Wilson. Jamul had the good sense to asked what had happened to this Marvin Wilson. The policemen told us it was when neighbors called reporting this smell from apartment next door. When they arrived they found this man who looked like he’d been beaten to death. There was no way they could recognize his face. The man did have this engraved Rolex watch with his name engraved on it and a wallet with identification. One of the things they found was the address of this bar on a scrap of paper in his wallet. They had even found a cabby that had driven him to this bar. It was then I began to realize that Bull must have used my identification and had gone up to my apartment to apparently rob it. God only knows what happened but he was murdered and now they thought it was me that was lying there dead. Jamul was about to say something when I came up putting my arms around him telling the officer I remembered when that man had come in. Going on I said he was drunk when he felt the bar around midnight. The officers gave each other a knowing look. Asking me what my name was I stammered out I was called Boy and Jamul was my master. Blushing the officer said that if we remembered anything more to call them at the downtown station. As soon as they left Jamul gave me a long deep kiss asking me if this was really what I wanted. Giggling like a bride on his wedding night I told Jamul this was the first night of my new life.