Gay Erotic Stories

With an nuclear, exploding thrust the Master's engorged weapon was driven passed the splayed thighs into the newly-discovered fuck-hole, without juice to ease its path or soften its blow. For a heartbeat of a second there was no response from the muscular hunk scrunched on the grey floor. Then, as if he had been mortally shot, Superman's lungs expelled screaming air and all the muscles in his body surged in one final defensive motion. Thighs trembled and abdomen contracted to expel the conqueror from Superman's most vulnerable spot. With his ass lips stretched unbearably, Superman fought to drive his rapist off. "Noooooo! NOT THAT! NO! IT CAN"T BE! NOT ME! NOT SUPERMAN! OH, Please! Don't fuck me! Noooooooooo!!" But in and out... in and out... steadily and inevitably went the Master's monstrous weapon. Out and in..out and in....forlornly but inevitably... stretched the ass lips of the slave. Superman struggled and cried out . . . but his moans only accentuated the futility of resistance. "UUUGGGHHHHHHHHH . . . OOOOOOOhhhhh . . . EEEEEEEEeeeeeee!" On and on it went the fucking. Superman was driven around the room, his back bloodied against the stone floor, his arms dragged limply along. The Master's massive thighs and biceps supported his grinding thrusts, his gigantic genitals crushing those of the young man underneath. The fuck fest destroyed Superman but the Master's strength was evident. "You will learn that the battle to resist your fate is pointless, Superman. You will learn that your most important asset is the tunnel that wraps so tightly around my cock. Your servitude will center around it. Your LIFE will revolve around it. You are becoming neither man nor woman, only slave. Do you comprehend, Superman?" There was no response. On and on plunged the mighty conqueror. The super slave uttered nothing that could be understood, only animalistic moans of torment, agony, humiliation and pain. The giant cock tore the puffy ass lips, bloodying them. The Master reined in the flattened stallion by yanking the tit chain. Occasionally he had to pull the sweaty mane of the bouncing torso viciously to bend it to the Master's whims. Superman's once spotless body was now streaked with blood-engorged veins. His skin became coated with sweat and spit. With fingers and lips twitching uncontrollably, with upturned feet swaying to each thrust of the impaling sword, Superman's gaping mouth mumbled pathetic howls. "AAAAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuummmmmmffffFFFFFFFFFFFFF!" "OOOOoooffffff . . . ooooommmfffhhAAAaaaooooohhhhh..KKKKKKKkkk!" But . . . BUT . . . slowly, almost imperceptibly, Superman broke! His mind cracked from the exhausting ordeal. The battered frame gave up any resistance to the fucking and instead became a part of the lusting frenzy which had fused the two male forms. The squishing, slurping and sloshing which tossed the limp Superman around the floor, the ceaseless tearing of his tits and the excruciating pain in his groin, congregated together in a scalding electrical current running from his newly-arranged intestines, through his belly and chest to his brain. Slowly, unavoidably new sounds stumbled from the gaping mouth. "Ooooooooooooooaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww! JESUSSSSSS! Yeaaaahhhhh! fff . . mmmmmmm . . . E.E.! Fuck . . . mmmeeee! Fuckkkkk mmeeeeee! Fuck me! FUCK me! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkk!" And then, as the warmth became heat, then boiling steam, there came inexorably, from the sopping, battered figure on the floor, whose shoulders bore the weight of what seemed hours of fucking by a Master that could not be resisted, had to be obeyed, the weakest yet most articulate groan of consent: "Yea . . . yea . . . Yea, . . . MASTER . ..yea . . . yes . . . yes!" But for the Master this submission was not enough. As he continued to take his pleasures the Master's boulder-like fist crashed in one terrifying slap onto the imprisoned genitals. Groaning, Superman's weary torso and pierced tits ricocheted to greet the conqueror. Again the fist crashed down on the now irrelevant evidence of masculine glory, battered into obedience. "YYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! .....Why? Master. Why?" "YOU are NOT my slave until you BEG to become it! You cannot become it until you learn the joy of pain and plead for it!" "But....but tell me . . ." Superman did not finish. With a suctioning PLOP! the Master's steel rod was abruptly torn from the sopping hole. Superman screeched one more time at the bloody ripping of his ass-lips and at the absence of the cock that had plugged his gut. His spent legs flapped in surrender. What would earlier have been pain was now a burning sensation in his calves and thighs. His body experienced an emptiness so frightening that he yelled at his Master, extending his trembling arms to touch him. "NO, MASTER! Please...don't leave me! I NEED YOU! Please ...do whatever you want to me . . . please! ...FUCK ME! " And like a drunken sailor the still handsome though battered hunk slowly crawled to the feet of his Master, prepared to submit his flesh to the beatings he now acknowledged he WANTED! ... and NEEDED . . . DESPERATELY! With trepidation his tongue slurped the foot of the new god and with an innate naturalness tried to suck and swallow the mighty phallus which had taught him his true destiny. WHACK! Superman's head was driven onto the floor. Tears of bewilderment gushed from the new slave. Every orifice dribbled male juices - swollen lips drooled spit . . . piss and pre-cum from his stubby cock . . . tit milk from the still throbbing spikes . . . and lubricating mucus and excrement from his male vagina. "DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION Superman! From this time onward, you are my SLAVE. When I use you or when you beg to be fucked, raise your legs straight into the air, in total submission and expose your begging lips. If you EVER drop them - EVER! - I will deny you the torture and ecstasy you now need." Superman immediately rolled onto his back and lifted his once mighty thighs to the heavens. "Master, Master... Fuck my ass! Mount me! Ride me! YEAH..FUCK ME! PLEASE!" whimpered the cowering hulk, once called a superman: "Fuck my pussy, please! My cunt needs your sword! My body begs to be broken so I can please you! MASTER," sobbed the muscular whore whose beauty had served no man - until now - "Fuck my man cunt!" And with a moan Superman again flapped his rubbery thighs exposing the swollen, red lips and the flowing, white juices of his begging man cunt. "F..U...C...K.........M...E....! . !. ! . . . !" Suddenly a loud howl so pierced the chamber that the cloth walls shook. Without warning the Master's left fist punched its way past the torn ass lips of the new hermaphrodite. The slave's deathly shriek forced his love tunnel to suck the massive arm up to the elbow, and the speared slave quivered like a ragdoll. Superman was impaled, his prostrate crushed. The fist sucked Superman's guts out as it withdrew, creating an internal vacuum, collapsing the interior walls, pulling the prostate down into the cavity, shooting stabbing pains into Superman's chest. As the Master's left forearm picked up speed, the slave's pelvic joints and muscles snapped and groaned, opening to further penetration. Superman uttered no sound. His body remained without breath or fight, absorbing the punishment and the restructuring of his physique. Superman's flesh was scarlet red, his breath belabored. The Master used his slave's lubricating sweat when he grabbed the caged penis and pumped - viciously, quickly, crushingly. Drops of pre-cum leaked from the gaping slit but the Master's tight grip would permit nothing else. As the fisting continued, the swollen abdomen was lifted off the floor, forcing Superman's torso onto his shoulders. Then the heavy muscular flesh was thrust aloft, limply, into the air on the end of the master's arm! Superman appeared dead! Every nerve and fibre was silent until the Master dropped his arm and let Superman slip to the floor. There the Master entered him again, his fist slipping into the cavity as if into a bowl of Jell-O. Superman pleaded. "Ohhhhhh! Diddle my CUNT! Oh. YEAH . .MASTER! MASTER! Diddle my twat!" Superman's broad shoulders slapped repeatedly against the grey stone as the Master's swarthy forearm again raised the bull twat straight to the ceiling. The broken cunt lips screeched in sloshing noises, their owner babbling in the ecstasy of newly-accepted torture and pain. Then with the assuredness of a true master the mammoth arm was replaced with the heated crowbar of his gigantic cock - directly into the slurping ass. Crotches met with a loud WOOPPPPP! Gloriously speared and skewered, Superman's groans escalated into begging wails . . . Now he needed everything his Master could give him! "Oh Master! MASTER! MORE, Master! Open. me up! Stretch. my hole, my PUSSY, so you can FUCK ME ! OH Yeeaaah! MORE!" The pleading didn't stop. "Master! Fuck your Superman .. your worthless slave.. HURT me bad . . . I deserve it . . . NEED IT! ..OOOOOOOOOOOOO . . . YEAH! The pain . . . sooooooooo GOOOOD!" Superman flopped obscenely as he bounced at each thrust. The Master dropped him to the floor, legs still thrust upward as he had been taught, in supplication, and proceeded to again take his pleasures. Superman was no longer conscious of the demands being made of him, only that he willingly accepted them - needed them - Oh, the pain! thought Superman. I didn't know this fever ever existed! I'm his slave, now - forever. I have to feel his sword in my cunt, spearing me, hurting me! "OH, fucking Krypton! Take me, SIR !!!!!....huh. huh . . . huh . . . huh . . . huh . . . huh . . ." Superman's lungs expelled grunting gasps in response to the Master's fucking thrusts. Suddenly the Master 's roar shook the room. Blasting scalding bullets of cream into Superman's gut with such a force that the super hero writhed as if shot the Master rode the prostrate form, wrenching the golden tit chain with one hand. "Oh.my nipples! My poor tits! MY TITS!" cried Superman. With his other fist pulverizing the black balls and cock the Master's canon continued to drive Superman a foot at a time, lunging with each nuclear spurt, his cum scalding the gaping ass lips of his new slave. Cries and wails poured from Superman's mouth as he inexorably gave in. Why . . . why . . . did I ever fight him? asked the battered slave. I'm a 250 pound FUCK! .. a MANCUNT... "Master! I'm YOURS! Take me! FUCK ME. . . ! FUCK . . . ME . . .HARD! ..YES! Yes. Yes. Yes . . . ! Ride ME! Rip my TITS! Fuckin' crush me! HARDER!" Grunts and groans flowed from the rag doll hunk of male flesh. Outstretched toes curled and expanded. And as the Master rode his broken stallion, forcing the thick thighs back and out, splitting the whopping form, ripping its love tunnel, a new sound arose from deeply within. Superman begged for release! "AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. AAaaaahhhhhhhh! ....Oh sweet Krypton! ....Ug. Ug. Ug.Ug. Ug . . . Master... I need . . . NEED . . . NEED . . . YOU... HUH. HUH. HUH. HUH. HUH. HUH . . . pleeeeeeaaaazzzzz . . . let me . . .ccccuuuum!..CUM! ...now . . . pleeeeeeeazz . . .ooh fuckin' Krypton . . . pleeeazzzz Master . . help me! .." The Master jeered at the begging Superman. "What a sight! What a whore! Can't stop it, can you . . . you despicable excuse of a man!!! CUM then! Shoot your load, BITCH and SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!" Despite the tit clamps, despite the black and bound genitals now reduced to oozing pulp, despite the mile-wide twat, despite the agonizing pain of the last hours, despite the destruction of his once-proud body, Superman responded as both he and his master knew he ultimately would! As wave and wave of orgasm approached, Superman's eyes popped open in stunned disbelief. Every weary muscle in his bruised back, his rubbery thighs and legs, his throbbing biceps and arms, his limp neck and dripping head, his heaving chest and abdomen - every muscle froze in preparation, begging for the delirium of orgasmic release! Arms and legs became rigid in supplication, reaching straight into the air. His battered genitals contracted with such violence that his balls literally stood up - pulled so tightly by their skin that they bent the wire surrounding them! Then, IT HAPPENED! Superman's body spasmed...then it bounced....then it bounced again, higher, with more vigor....until it flopped up and down. Superman's groin fucked the air...then again...and again! Pushing his stubby cock higher and higher until it seemed to be ejaculating, but...no cream erupted! Superman was dry humping...painfully...desperately...and so were his 3 inch tits with their gaping dry holes. On and on they humped and pumped but nothing appeared. Superman screamed "GOD NO...stop!! Of fuck! ...it hurts...Jesus!" But the 250 pound hunk bounced on and on, with the Master still riding along in amusement. Superman couldn't stop...couldn't cum either...and he was screaming in agony...that it end... that he die....Then, like the steaming volcano he had become, Superman's prayers were answered and his guts exploded! Amidst Superman's grunts spewed the newly-drilled juices of a MAN SLAVE. The cock rings of death could not stop the fleshy cannon from exploding thick white cream from the gaping piss slit, striking the two spikes atop his convulsing pecs. They, too, erupted and even the cunt lips leaked the juices of combat, further splattering the now slippery floor. Up and down bounced the panting form, oblivious now to the Master's continuing presence deep inside. On and on spewed his tit milk, splashing the steamy intertwined bodies. Superman's head banged repeatedly against the floor. His twisted throat gurgled and gasped for breath as he swallowed; his heart pumped madly, erratically; arms and legs bounced and slapped to support his spastic thrusting. The Master helped the tossing hunk to spill his guts. He grabbed the bouncing, wired balls and rhythmically squeezed them, first one, then the other, juicing them until every last drop of man milk was forced through the fat, caged cock. He did the same to the throbbing tits, twisting and stretching them in his powerful fingers, even bloodying them. Superman's flesh responded with renewed vigor even though every nerve ending was being torn from his flesh. For minutes the flopping Superman discharged his sticky cargo, until the pain overwhelmed him. "STOP! PLEASE STOP! Let it STOP! It HURTS SO BAD! I can't take it anymore! PLEASE! ...Ugh . . . Ugh. Ugh. Ugh . . . Make it STOP!" Superman's body tore itself apart as it now concentrated all its remaining energy on his lusting man-pussy. Faster and faster...the shoulders of the sopping torso bore the brunt as they lifted the flapping thighs into the air even with the Master deep inside. Superman's thrusts were so powerful, his cunt's contractions so noisy and explosive - that the master's cock was repeatedly driven out of the hole into the air, before his massive crotch smacked back down on the gaping, squishy opening. Superman continued to scream: "OH JESUS! OH JESUS! NO! OH FUCK!! STOP! STOP!! NO.O.O.O.O.....!" his body writhing involuntarily in a desperate, final screech of transmutation. "OH master.....MASTERRrrrr!!.... Please kill me! I can't go on..... NO MORE!! Please..... nooooooooo!" Then, suddenly and without warning, Superman's uncontrollable body collapsed. The contrast from the last hours was shocking, the silence deafening. Superman hardly breathed. Maybe he was DEAD? He certainly was spent...used...abused... fucked to extinction... drained to the point of castration. .balls shriveled to the size of peas...tits bent like wilted stems...cock a round mass of soggy, battered flesh red, torn and bleeding....limbs contorted...torn cunt still open, slurping... farting... dripping. Superman was almost unrecognizable...perversely terrible....BUT handsomely majestic in defeat ... completely conquered......... AND ENSLAVED!. It took a half hour for Superman to regain consciousness. His drained tits had shrunken back, now dark brown mounds of putty resting on slabs of muscle. His cock, while limp, was still ringed. Each ball remained lashed, bobbing on a thigh, irrelevant to his body's needs. His ass lips, swollen and torn, encircling a giant plug, inserted to keep the slave's twat ready at a moments notice. His eyes struggled to focus on his Master's torso standing over him. A giddiness overwhelmed the prostrated slave, for Superman had never before experienced such painful, exhausting pleasure. Now the Master massaged the skin of his newly-broken slave - from toes to ears - over the shrunken cock and balls, belly, pecs and swollen tits, spent biceps and neck. Then the Master's tongue touched Superman's - then lips locked on lips - sucking out all of Superman's breath. Superman gasped as he embraced the new superman. "Master! I now know my true destiny! I'm your slave, MASTER! . !" "Yes, Superman, I'm your master and you are my slave, as I said you would be!" "Master, I need you...Master, .....please! When can my mancunt serve you again?" "In time, slave. Only when I'm ready", and he roughly squeezed the strapped cock and balls again swelling in their prisons. "Ooooooooo . . . Master! ..MASTER! ...aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. h.. h........h!" And the whimpering and pleading ...which would become Superman's pleasure and his curse.. went on . . . and on . . . and . . . on.