Gay Erotic Stories

My friend Bob talked me into moving out to Chicago. He promised me, I would find a great job and the gay night life was awesome as he put it. I got hired at the first place I had applied to. The interview was tough; three of the managers of the publishing firm grilled me with every question one could imagine. I knew I had won over the senior manager, Carl, with my previous work experience and Laura, well--let’s say that my flirtatious, straight acting charm and tight brown slacks I wore that day got me in on her vote.

But Mitch was the tough one. He seemed to dislike me instantly and I was totally surprised when I got the job. I was assigned to Mitch’s floor. His office was like a palace and he the king sitting on his thrown in the middle of the room. His glass office walls were made such that he could easily see out, but no one could see in.

I had been there over a month and had had no time for nightlife and fun. Every weekend I was loaded down with tons of paper work and called in to Mitch’s office several times a week to be told how bad a job I was doing in his eyes. Finally a weekend was upon me where I had nothing to take home.

Bob talked me in to going to a bar that he goes to that was having a leather night. I have only done some mild bondage and role playing, but what better way to meet some hot tops than at a leather night.

I looked good--tight jeans, black boots and a leather button down shirt. As we walked into the place I felt many pairs of eyes on us. Bob told me I was fresh meat and they were staring at me. It felt great getting all the attention. I had a drink bought for me the second I got to the bar. Bob was hooking up with some guy and I had just finished my conversation with a nice guy9 but not really my type) when I felt a hand grab my ass and squeeze.

I turned around to see Mitch standing behind me with a wide shit-eating grin on his face. He always looked like an average middle-aged man with an attitude to me, but he looked kind of hot and yet even more scary and evil, dressed head to toe in leather. He proceeded to tell me he knew that he would eventually get his hands on my hot ass the day I walked into the firm for that interview

He commented on how tight my slacks were that day and Laura wasn’t the only one aroused. I could barely speak as I stammered something about that we couldn’t get involved because we worked together. He slapped my ass, squeezing it again. I pushed away and then threatened to expose him to his fellow colleges if he didn’t leave me alone. He left and went to the game room of the bar, where the pool tables were. I guess I wouldn’t have to worry about Mitch again--at the bar or work.

Soon I was talking to another top; he was tall, handsome, and a bit rough around the edges—exactly my type. He wanted me to go with him to his hotel room for some fun. I followed. Once inside he told me to strip. I slowly obeyed; teasing him as I slowly peeled off my shirt, then boots, finally my pants. I wasn’t wearing any boxers so I was nude and standing at attention with my hands behind me.

He told me to put my boots back on and lay in the sling he had secured to a beam in the hotel ceiling. I did as I was told and he cuffed my hands, then legs, in the sling. I told him I wasn’t in to anything too rough or kinky. All he wanted to do was fuck me in the swing. That was cool I said as I struggled some to show how secured I was. He kissed me a few times slow and hard, and then he shoved a ball gag in my mouth--a large one. It stretched my lips over it and sealed my mouth shut like a suction cup.

My manly top then lit a candle and stood there watching me struggle. I was getting nervous and was squirming well, when I heard a knock on the door. He slowly walked over and opened it. There stood Mitch.

“I see you’ve got him secured,” Mitch said as he handed my top man a wad of bills.

“Enjoy him,” was all the man said as he left.

“Oh my god--this is match’s room,” I realized, “I am in his sling—naked, bound and gagged. I am at his mercy.” I thought to myself.

Mitch’s evil grin widened as he slowly took all of me in. His eyes focused on my terrified face and the sweat running from my forehead. Slowly his eyes ran down my chest, stomach, and to my cock, which was semi-hard and shivering with fear. He first got out his video camera and started taping me naked and ready for use. Next he took out some nipple clamps and tightened them on each nipple. The cold steel pressed my nipples until they heated up were painful.

He grabbed a riding crop and flicked at the clamps a few times causing more pain. He ran the riding crop over my chest then he slapped my inner thighs a few times with it and even my cock, but the two light blows to my balls sent me in a state of severe pain and fear where I couldn’t stop shaking…

He then put on a glove and dipped it in some type of jarred grease. “Do you know what fisting is?” he asked me as he started to laugh. I pleaded with my eyes and squirmed, fighting my bonds. I screamed but because of the gag made very little noise. He put some poppers under my nose and the room started to spin. I felt first one and then another finger enter my ass--pushing in deeper and deeper.

I don’t remember much of the details until I woke the next morning, still cuffed to the sling and my ass very sore. Mitch was no where to be seen; soon the door opened and Mitch walked in carrying a couple of video tapes.

He uncuffed me and told me to get dressed... I quickly got dressed…he threw a tape to me and told me to watch it when I got home. He said I was well worth the two hundred he paid the guy to tie me up. “See ya at work Monday, and wear your tight brown slacks,” he said.

When I got home I watched the video of me being used. Never did the video show Mitch’s face--just mine. I had toys up my ass. I had a riding crop used on me and oh yeah--I was fisted. I seemed to moan--almost like I enjoyed it. I barely remember what happened…

I went in to work the following Monday, expecting to get fired. Mitch even saw me a few times in passing and never even spoke to me. “Is this the end—is this it?” he had me and now I was free from his wrath. When I came back from lunch I had a message to report to Mitch’s office.

I sheepishly walked to the office and quietly knocked. “Come in,” he boomed.

I entered his office; and he was playing his tape of me. I shut the door and locked it . I started to beg him, “Please don’t show anyone here the tape!”

He looked up at me and told me to drop my slacks and boxers and lay across his desk. I hung my head down in an act of submission and obeyed. He got up; his pants already unzipped and his throbbing cock bobbing in the air. He rolled a condom on and grabbed some lube from his desk, smearing it on his dick. He walked up behind me and grabbed my cheeks, spreading them as his cock pushed into my hole.

I grunted and moaned as he started to fuck me. He said he didn’t get to enjoy my ass this way that night at his hotel room and he was going to now. I could see my fellow co-workers walking by; some looking at the wall of the office trying to see me getting yelled at, but instead I was getting plowed.

After he came he pulled out and told me to cancel any plans for tonight--I had to stay after and help him with some accounts. I asked why and he replied, “Well, you’ve become quite the office asset!”