Gay Erotic Stories

"Detective Roarty!?" Noah declared as he cracked the door.

"Mr. Sorensen, I know it's late, but something has come up which is extremely urgent, and I need to speak to both yourself and Mr. Giannis."

From the living room, Nick could hear the policeman's voice, could sense the undertone of urgency, and something more; was it menacing?

Roarty followed Noah into the lounge area, and stood his ground as Noah took a stance behind Nick's seat. The two men had questioning looks as Roarty regarded them with a strange light in his eyes.

"You're both here, good!" he said quietly. "I understand that you, Mr. Sorensen, had a … 'meeting', with a lady by the name of 'Lena' earlier tonight?"

"Yes, that's right!" said Noah in surprise. "More than that! She confessed to me that she had arranged for the murder of Geoff Renouf. They had been lovers, and it was a payback for him leaving her! We were going to come and see you first thing in the morning about it. But how did you know?"

"How I know is immaterial! The fact is that you know. Playing these little games of dress-up can be very dangerous Mr. Sorensen. I did ask you to leave this investigation to the experts…"

"But you weren't following anything up!" Nick burst out. "You told us to back off in so many words. She was getting away with murder, literally!"

Roarty took little notice of the outburst. "Yes, well …" he stopped to think, carefully regarding the two men before him. "It was very clever of you to figure this out, but not very smart!" he said softly, the menace creeping back into his voice. "I warned you, but unfortunately you took no notice, so now you'll have to pay the price …"

As Nick began to renew his protest, Roarty reached quickly into his jacket and pulled out a revolver, pointing it squarely at Noah's face.

"WHAT …???" shouted Nick.

"Quiet!" hissed the cop. "You two have caused enough trouble. It's time you were silenced - for good."

"Why on earth does it matter to you that Lena had Geoff Renouf killed?" asked Nick, stunned at the actions of the detective.

"Because he is the one she arranged to do the killing!" said Noah, thinking ahead, and at the same time trying to buy them a chance at escape.

"Close, but not quite right!" snapped Roarty. "She came to me and wanted this Renouf guy dead, so I helped out, but I didn't pull the trigger. Too risky. I arranged for a professional hit man to do the dirty work, and made sure he was well paid and well out of the State before we found the gun."

"Then how are you going to explain us?" Noah asked desperately. "There's nobody to fill in for you tonight!"

"Maybe not, but you didn't leave me much choice after your little visit to Lena earlier this evening. But this time I'll make sure the gun isn't found - that'll give the boys in homicide something to argue over for months. Besides, they're not gonna look too closely at a gay lovers' tiff, are they?" Roarty sneered as he said this, a look of something akin to disappointment in his eyes.

"I still don't understand how you're involved," said Nick. "You at least could explain that."

"I don't have to explain anything," the cop snapped. "But since you two are so determined, and you're not going to be in any position to repeat it, I suppose you might as well hear the whole story."

"So…?" prompted Nick.

"Lena asked me to have Renouf taken care of," Roarty began. "She made it very clear what she wanted. And if I refused, she'd make my life extremely difficult, and ruin my career."

"How could she do that?"

Roarty sighed, and for just a second he looked away from the two, before quickly concentrating again, and re-aiming his weapon. "Lena is, no was, my lover!"

Nick gasped.

"Your lover?" said Noah, truly surprised.

"Yep! We broke up about two years ago, after she decided that she wanted something different."

"Sounds like a familiar story!" muttered Nick softly.

The cop smiled wryly. "I guess so. Lena introduced me to the world of bondage - as his slave boy. But then he decided he preferred being on the receiving end, and that I wasn't the one to do the giving. So he left. But not before he made, and kept, a very interesting little videotape of our last few times together, in his own private dungeon. That tape would make me the laughing stock of the Force, AND destroy any future I had!"

"So why not kill Lena instead?" asked Noah quietly.

"Two reasons: First, I don't know where the original tape is, or who has copies of it. And second …" he stopped, his brow furrowing as his mind raced. "Second, I guess that in some way, I'm still in love with him! I couldn't kill him even if I wanted to."

Noah almost felt sorry for the man who was about to kill him. Almost. He also watched carefully as Detective Roarty stood there, emotions fighting with each other in his mind, his gun wavering. There was absolute silence in the room, not a sound to be heard. The quiet lasted perhaps a minute and a half, although it could have been hours.

Suddenly, a noise intruded; a strange scratching sound from the other room. Roarty turned slightly in confusion, then let out a startled cry as Indiana launched himself from nowhere, bounded off an arm-chair, and with a growl which made him sound more like a Doberman than a terrier, snapped his jaw closed over the policeman's wrist. As Roarty suddenly backed away, shaking his arm and trying to free himself from the dog, he dropped the gun, which spun away and under a chair. Noah and Nick both leapt to their feet, but as they did Jim appeared from the hallway, naked and dripping with water. With a yell, he grabbed a large glass vase from a side table, lifted it over his head and brought it down on Roarty's skull with a sickening thud.

Pandemonium broke out for about ten seconds as Nick dived to rescue Indiana, Noah scurried to check on the now unconscious cop, and Jim dropped the vase, which shattered on the tile floor, as he stood there shaking with fear and excitement.

"Is he dead?" stuttered Jim.

"No, just knocked out!" Noah assured him. "How's Indie?" he asked Nick.

"Fine, maybe a loose tooth, but no injuries."

"Okay!" Noah began to take control. "Nick, ring the cops, and an ambulance, and try to settle Indiana down outside for the moment. Jim, get some clothes on and then come and keep an eye on this character so I can find some rope to tie him up, just in case he comes around again."

As Nick went to the phone, Jim stood there, still shaking. "I just finished showering when I heard the bell go. I didn't want to walk out naked, and then I heard what he said … I couldn't do anything without risking him firing the damn gun ..." he blubbered.

"Jim, it's okay, we're okay. Go and get dressed. The place will be full of people any minute." At last Jim came to himself enough to do as he was told. When he had clothed himself, he sat over Roarty while Noah searched out some twine from the kitchen and quickly and tightly bound Roarty's hands and ankles.

Detective Roarty began to moan, and his eyes fluttered open, just as the ambulancemen arrived. Right behind them was a patrol car, and behind that an unmarked police vehicle, with Sgt. Jamieson aboard. As the paramedics checked the tied officer, Noah quickly explained to the other cop what had happened, how Roarty had come to their home and threatened to shoot them. "We have witnesses!" he said, as much to reassure himself as the police. "And the gun hasn't been touched. It's over there under the lounge!"

"I believe you!" Jamieson said. "I've had some suspicions about Roarty myself for the last few days. He's been acting strangely all week." He quickly placed the gun in a plastic bag for later examination, as Roarty was wheeled away on a gurney.

"Go with him, and stay by his side until I get there!" Jamieson said sternly to a young cop who nodded, wide eyed.

"Now, you'd better tell me the whole story …" Jamieson addressed the three friends when the commotion had died down a little.

Suddenly all three began to speak, a cacophony of unintelligible sound filling the room. Jamieson shrugged his shoulders and held his hand in the air, waiting patiently until the noise died down. He looked at Noah.

"You, Mr. Sorensen, isn't it?"

Noah nodded.

"You start!"

Noah took a breath, looking at Nick and Jim for support. "Well, it all began when Jim went missing …"

"Ah, the infamous Mr. Richards. Go on!"

"It seems that Jim had met Geoff - Mr. Renouf, the one who was murdered - through a newspaper advert, and they became lovers. They arranged to go away together to a property up the coast for a few days."

"This is the property where Renouf was killed?" Jamieson asked.

"That's right. Now before he had started seeing Jim, Geoff had occasionally seen a drag queen who goes by the name of Lena. At the same time, this Lena was supposedly seeing Michael Thompson who Jim worked with at Bobby Goldsmith Foundation, so when Jim phoned Michael and told him he wouldn't be in for a few days, Michael saw it as a chance to prove to Lena that her new 'friend' was seeing someone else. He, Michael, told us that Jim was missing, hoping we could find Jim and Geoff together, and provide Michael with the evidence he wanted to show to Lena.

"We started looking around, and notified you guys that Jim was missing, then asked some questions of our own. We spoke to Lena ourselves, and she told us how to locate Geoff …"

Jamieson held up his hand. "Wait a minute! Why did she tell you where to find Mr. Renouf? I thought she was seeing him too?"

"She was," Noah continued, "but she also knew he was seeing someone else. She figured that if we found Jim with Geoff's dead body, that it would automatically place suspicion on Jim."

"But how did she know Mr. Renouf would be dead?"

Noah grinned wryly. "Because she had arranged for him to be killed! When she found out Geoff wasn't interested in her anymore, she decided to take her revenge by having him murdered. And that's where your Detective Roarty comes into the picture."

Sgt. Jamieson raised his eyebrows again, scribbling furiously in his notebook. "Go on," he said.

"It turns out that Lena had at one time been Roarty's lover. Apparently she has some very embarrassing videotapes of the two of them together, which she used to blackmail Roarty into helping her. He was the one who contacted the killer and arranged for Renouf to be murdered."

"Okay," said Jamieson, his mind ticking over slowly as he digested the information. "But why did Detective Roarty come here? Why did he want to kill you two?"

"Because we discovered the whole story! We managed to get Lena to confess that she had arranged for Geoff to be killed, and why. We were planning on coming in to see you tomorrow morning with all the information we had. But Roarty obviously spoke to Lena after we did, and realised that we had worked it out, so he came here to shut us up!"

"He confessed the whole thing," Nick jumped in at this point. "We have three witnesses - all of us heard what he said!"

As Jamieson looked at each of them, Noah, Nick and Jim all nodded their confirmation.

"Very well!" Jamieson declared. "I'll leave you gentlemen for now, but we'll speak again at more length later. Don't go leaving town without letting me know!"

After the police had left, Noah, Nick and Jim finally relaxed once more. It was almost dawn, and they were all tired, but sleep wasn't going to come easily after the events of the night.

"It's sad, you know," Jim declared. "Geoff is dead, Michael is desolate, and I feel just wasted and emptied, and all because some fool of a drag queen couldn't accept that she wasn't the one and only love in Geoff's life. Even Roarty has suffered incredibly, because of her need to control people."

Noah nodded sagely. "Yes, she couldn't separate the role playing of domination and submission in the 'bedroom', from real life. In a way, she's just as much to be pitied as the ones she hurt, including you!"

"Mmmm," mumbled Jim. "I doubt that I'll ever be able to get involved with anyone ever again without wondering about their past, about who might be following them around. It kinda makes it hard to build a relationship, doesn't it?"

"No, Jim, don't be like that!" Nick said, comforting their friend. "Lena was a one-off. You have to overlook what happened with Geoff, and tell yourself that there is someone out there for you. You can't live your life full of 'what ifs' and 'maybes'. You're a great person, and all you need is to find the right man who realises that!"

"Yeah …" said Jim, but very unconvincingly.

*****

"So Lena got five years, and Roarty got six years," Noah finished. It was almost four months since the night that he, Nick and Jim had been almost killed themselves, and the cases had quickly come to court and been dealt with.

"It won't be easy for either of them!" Nick stated. "A drag queen and a former cop. They'll both be in for some really hard times in prison."

"Roarty, maybe," said Jim. "But I wonder if Lena might actually enjoy it!"

They chuckled together at the thought of Lena locked away with all those men ready to dominate and control her.

"So how's your love life?" Nick asked Jim with a smile.

"Nothing to report," Jim replied wistfully.

"You don't still dwell on what happened do you?"

"I try not to, but sometimes I just can't help it."

"Just remember," said Noah, "that we're here for you if you need us."

"Thanks guys!"

*****

"Oh, yesss, fuck me, Sir! Please, fuck me now!" The words were hissed from within a leather hood which obscured most of his face, but the man who spoke them writhed in pleasure on the suspended platform of the sling, his wrists locked in handcuffs which bound him to the chains supporting the floating black cocoon.

"You want it, boy? You want this, do you?" demanded the leather-clad master who towered over him. Moving his hips from side to side, the dominant man waved his rampant, blood engorged cock at the figure lying there, droplets of pre-cum splattering across the supine body. From a mouth only just visible beneath mirrored glasses and a police cap with shining visor pulled low, white teeth gleaming amongst the bush of a dark beard and moustache, came the question. "How much do you want it, son? Tell me!"

"I need it, Sir! Need you to fuck me and use me, please?" The taller, smooth bodied man in the sling begged his master. His entire body was tensed and trembling with arousal, the anticipation of being controlled sending shivers throughout his frame. His long cock was hard as steel, its base circled with a ring of shining chrome, his testicles pulled down with the weight of a dark ball-parachute. His nipples were brown erections, teased into hardness by a length of chain connecting the silver rings, which pierced each extended nub. The bands of leather strapped around his torso in a full harness held him tightly; just as the shimmering hide of the chaps he wore gripped at his raised and booted legs, his feet held high by stirrups hanging from the chains that held the sling in place. He looked again at his partner, seeing once more the compact, muscled form of his mate, dark skin against darker hide, leather and metal studs fashioned into a harness which wrapped his upper body, the throbbing sword of his man's thick prong extending from a shining pouch framed by skin tight chaps and aiming itself directly at the waiting, puckering target of his arse.

The 'master' stood silently for a few moments, drinking in the sight presented to him, his weapon throbbing as he readied himself to take what the submissive body before him offered so eagerly. He lifted a small dark vial to his nose and inhaled deeply before leaning forward and holding the same bottle below the nostril holes in the hood. His 'boy' sniffed at the pungent aroma, once, twice, then dropped his head back onto the sling itself. The dominant leatherman moved forward now, positioning his tool so that the meaty roundness of his cockhead nudged at the soft concavity of his lover's entrance, the oozing pre-cum from his slit mixing with the generous lube already smoothed over that inviting pink hole. As the effects of the amyl raced through his system and his pulse rate jumped, he gripped the straps of his boy's harness and hefted the prone body backwards, driving his rock hard member deep into the soft warm bowel of the other man.

Shivering with excitement as he breathed in the scent of the drug, the slave revelled in the rush of amazing, enhanced sensations, which flooded him. He could feel every touch, every tremble, magnified a hundredfold as his heart pounded. The warmth of his master's slicked prong at his flexing ring made him ache with desire, and he forced himself to relax, to open his sphincter muscles in readiness. Suddenly, that mighty log of flesh was forced through his defences, opening him wide and sinking into his body, caressing his prostate and filling him completely. The momentary pain of initial penetration was forgotten as the waves of incredible pleasure washed through him with the plunging descent into his innards of that wonderful pole of flesh-coated steel. He clenched his arse around the invading monster, gripping at it and milking it as he gasped and groaned in delight.

Speedily, the two men fell into a smooth, rollicking motion. The master used the pendulum swing of the leather platform, combining it with his own thrusts, to sink his thick cock deep into his boy before drawing back until only the mushroom cap of his glans remained embedded in the other body, then driving forward again until the entire length of his meat was buried to its root within his partner. With long, powerful thrusts he sank himself again and again into his mate, a pile driver ramming his stake deep and hard into the accommodating wet heat of his slave's innards. Sweat glistened on his skin, matting the coat of fur on his chest and dripping in scalding spots onto the sheened, smooth body of the man into whom he shoved his masculinity with fervor. He trembled with arousal, his nerves and his sensations concentrated on that point where he and his lover were connected, his throbbing penis engulfed in warm wetness and swallowed by the other's rectum.

Panting with passionate excitement, the slave lay back into the comforting, empowering hide of the sling and surrendered to pure bliss. His body was filled with a pounding completeness as he struggled vainly at the steel restraints around his wrists, excited even more by the lack of control he had, by the subjugation he experienced in favour of the strong dominating man who now shoved himself deeper and deeper into his body. He moaned out loud with the tingling delight which racked his body as his master prodded and poked at him, thrusting hard and fast, swaying from side to side so that the poker of heated flesh which invaded his chute nudged into every corner of his bowel, explored him and owned him.

Locked together in the darkened room, the two men became one. The slave surrendered himself and in doing so possessed the very masculinity of his master. The master pounded himself deeper and faster into his slave's body, and in the process gave himself to the man who coupled with him to form a grunting, heaving beast of pure maleness. Neither spoke, but the place was filled with the erotic symphony of lusty congress. The clinking of the chains joined with the screeching of the leather to form a background to the chorus of breathy moans and the constant squelching of their fucking. They hunched and hissed as one, sweated and gasped as they took of each other and gave to one another in a union only two excited and lust-filled men can know, pushing each other closer and closer to fulfillment as their passion grew and their arousal peaked.

Unable to control their base urges, throwing all inhibitions to the wind, the two fucked and pounded, swore and groaned as they approached their peak. In a blinding flash of total ecstasy, the leathered master slammed himself one final time into his lover and held tightly to the binding harness as his body was racked with spasms and he emptied his seed deep inside the inner being of his mate. In response, almost simultaneously, the slave shook and let out a breathless cry as his nuts boiled over and a torrent of creamy jizz exploded from his cock, covering his smooth, ridged abdomen with the sticky cum. His master remained locked in place, depositing his very essence in the warm, welcoming receptacle that was his lover's body.

Eventually, reluctantly, they acknowledged that their shared orgasm had passed, and they carefully separated for a moment, the master undoing his slave's restraints, and helping the taller man from the sling, to stand face to face, body to body, as they embraced, kissing long and tenderly in the warm haze of post-coital bliss. Almost in slow motion, they collapsed together onto a mattress on the floor, lying beside each other as fingers and hands continued to explore the sated but still heated bodies.

"Fucking hell, that was incredible!" whispered the slave boy, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Oh yeah," replied his Master. "You are fantastic. I'm never going to let you go!"

They laughed quietly together, basking in the glow of newly discovered infatuation, and the embryonic delight of developing love.

"You know, I have a hundred fantasies I want to share with you," grinned the submissive man, looking up at his friend's face.

"Ditto!" replied his man. "And one of the strongest is to kidnap you, tie you up and take you off to some remote place where I can use you as my sex toy for days and days without being disturbed and …" he stopped suddenly. The look of pleasure and expectation on his mate's face had suddenly disappeared, a cloud of concern, even fear replacing it.

"Jim, Jim?" he said, reaching forward, taking the smooth man's face between his hands. "Are you okay?"

"Unh, yeah," replied Jim, shaking his head as if to dispel the worries that had emerged.

"Hey, if that freaks you out, then just forget I said it, okay? I wouldn't want to do anything you weren't comfortable with."

Jim grinned weakly. "I'm sorry David," he said. "It's actually one of my strongest fantasies too. But I tried it once, with disastrous results!"

"Want to talk about it?"

"Yeah, actually, I do. But before I tell you the whole story, I'd like to introduce you to two very special friends of mine. Their names are Nick and Noah."

The End