Gay Erotic Stories

So there I was lying in the street, naked and covered in piss. Mike's comment about "his friends" waiting for me made me wonder if I wanted this night to continue. We never discussed the idea of me at the will of several guys all at once. I was afraid of what they might end up doing. I was about to get in the car and drive home, but then I realized Mike had my clothes, and my wallet. I got up off the ground, and snuck into my car. I decided to wait the required time and then go finish what I had started.

When I felt that 15 minutes had passed, I drove to the address he had given me. It was a residential area with parking on the street. As it was there weren't any spots in front of his house so I had to park down the street. When no one was coming, I got out of the car and made a mad dash toward Mike's house, my cock and balls flopping between my legs. I arrived at the front porch without incident and knocked on the door. After a minute or two Mike answered, grabbed hold of my arm and drug me into the house. Once inside he immediately handcuffed my arms behind my back. "The rest of the guys are waiting for you downstairs, but I thought I'd take you to the bathroom first." Thank you, I said, but I don't have to go.

"I was thinking about you, you stupid Cock, there is a gift waiting for you there." He shoved me down the hall and into the bathroom. "Kneel down Cock in front of the toilet." I did as I was told. "Now Cock, I hope you enjoy my present to you. Mike reached down and lifted the lid to the toilet bowl. I could see a slightly yellow color to it, and some white things floating in it.

"Pretend you’re a dog" Mike said, "And lick the toilet water." This wasn't something I felt comfortable doing. "What's your problem, Cock? My friends and I did a lot of work to make this for you. Each of us jerked off and then pissed for you. It's all for you. You didn't say anything about water sports when I asked about your limits. Now stick your head in there and lick." As he said that he grabbed me by the back of my head and forced my face into the water. Not being ready for it, I gagged and was out of breath.

"Now you see that Cock? If you had done as you were told, you would have been prepared. Now hold your breath." As I opened my mouth to get a big breath he shoved my head in again. This time I got a mouthful of stale piss, and cum. "Don't you spit that out, swallow Cock!"

The taste was very strong and not very pleasant. "How long can you hold your breath Cock? Let’s find out."

This time I was able to get a good breath of air just before he forced my head deep into the bowl. I could feel that my head had been totally submerged. He held me there for what seemed like eternity. The piss was burning my eyes and going up my nose. Finally he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face from the bowl. Piss and cum covered my face, dripping down from my hair which had been soaked by this vile combination. He pulled me to my feet and pushed me from the room. On the way out I saw myself in a mirror. I could see gobs of cum hanging from my hair and my chin.

"Now Cock, you will join me in the basement where your real abuse shall begin."

We went down a short flight of stairs into a large well lit rectangular room. On either side there was a row of chairs and a couple sofas. In the middle of the room there was a large metal table with shacked at each end. There were two guys sitting in the room. "Say hello to cock guys, he's here for us to play with. I discussed his limits with him...he doesn't have many so I think we should have a lot—a lot of fun with him."

"Limits?" one of the guys asked. "I only abide by MY limits, not anyone else’s

"Yes, I know," Mike said, “don’t plan on obeying them either, but I had to agree to them to get him to come play with us."

I was never officially introduced to my abusers. In my mind I referred to the only guy as My Limits, or ML for short. The other guy I later learned to think of as Not Original, or NO. The two of them came over to me, released the handcuffs and led me to the table. I got up on it, and at once my legs were spread wide apart and shackled to the table. My arms were pulled down along the side of the table where they were shackled to the table supports. "Looks like we're ready to begin," Mike said.

A smaller table was rolled toward the main one. I couldn't see what was on it except for a couple candles and some pieces of rope. I guess I will find out what's on it, I thought to myself. ML took a ball gag from the table and put it in my mouth. He then taped my mouth shut with a piece of duct tape. Talking, or making any sound at all was no virtually impossible. So much for using ay safe word...as if they would of obeyed. Mike then took a rope and tied it securely around the base of my cock and my balls. He then took another rope and tied up my balls in a very small sack. Once done, he grabbed my balls and gave them squeeze. "Very nice balls you have Cock, I will have fun playing with them."

He then took a small metal hammer from the table and hit my balls with it. Softly at first, but he continued to hit them over and over, more forcefully each time he did so. I had only been here for ten minutes and my balls were all ready aching.

Meanwhile, ML and NO were playing with my tits. Each one chose the tit closest to them and grabbed hold of it and pulled. They stretched my nipples high in the air and gave them a twist. Not once, but over and over. My nipples were rock hard and sore.

I could see now that Mike had a pair of scissors in his hand. He began trimming the hair from around my balls. Once he had them nice and clean of any hair, he started cutting the pubic hair at the base of my stiffening cock. I was thinking that maybe I should of mentioned shaving as a limit? He stopped short of cutting me bare. Instead he took the sharp points of the scissors and started running it up and down my shaft. I expected to be cut, blood was a limit I mentioned, but he knew what he was doing. He applied just enough pressure to make it feel like I was being cut, but without breaking the skin. When he tired of torturing my cock with the sharp object, he decided it was time to stick my tied up ball sack with it. He treated my balls like a ball cushion, rapidly pushing the sharp point into my balls, but again he never drew blood.

"That looks like fun," ML said, "let me try that with this tit." With that he took what looked to be a steak knife from the table and poked my erect nipple with it. NO, who never seemed to come up with anything on his won, took another knife and forced its tip in my other nipple. They both turned the knife around on my nipples as though they were churning butter.

"Oops", I heard ML say, "pushed to deep. I've drawn some blood here."

"He won't like that" Mike said, "no blood is one of is limits."

"Like I said before, I don't obey limits." Having all ready gone further than I wanted, he got carried away. He took the blade of the steak and forcefully made an incision just above my no bleeding nipple. This time it was no accident he got blood. he looked at his partner on the other side of me and suggested he make my other tit just like the one he was working on. So NO took his knife, pulled the skin tight around my nipple with the other hand and made a cut above the tit. His cut was deeper than ML's. I could all ready feel the blood running down my chest. ML wasn't finished either. He ended up making four cuts around my tit; each one had blood coming from them. NO, not to be outdone made four similar cuts to the tit he had been working on. Mike stopped playing with my balls to watch them hurt me on purpose. I could see he had a huge grin on his face.

"I think we should seal those cuts, don't you think?” Mike said.

"I guess we better to avoid any infection" ML said. So he and NO both took one of the lit candles from the table and covered my tits in hot wax. It actually felt pretty good. It was just warm, so it didn't burn me. "Mike, you want this at your end?"

"No thanks, I have a better idea." He took a tube of something from the table and squeezed some out into his hand. Instantly I could smell the aroma of Ben Gay as it filled the room. He took my hard cock into his hand and began jerking me off, spreading the cream all over it. He then put some on the end of a screwdriver that was on the table, spread my pee hole wide apart and inserted the tip of the screwdriver inside it. He then grabbed the head of my cock squeezing the sides together as he moved the screwdriver back and forth, up and down the side my cock. He made sure every surface of my shaft was now covered by Ben Gay. It didn't take long before my cock felt like it with the coating of Ben Gay was on fire. I had Ben gay on my shaft before, but never to this extent. I tried to scream but the ball gag prevented it. I tried to squirm, but the shackles prevented it. I was in hell and there wasn't a think I could do about it.

"Look guys, I don't think he likes that very much."

"Give me that tube Mike, we can use that up at this end.” As if it was planned, maybe it was, both ML and NO pulled the hardened wax from my cock and replaced it with Ben Gay. Now my tits were burning as badly as my cock was.

"I think we should let him here to suffer for a bit," Mike said. "He should be in agony for a good 20 minutes or so. I think we've done a good job with out first group abuse session for the evening. Let's go upstairs and have some beer. That way we don't have to watch him squirm and hear his moans."

Wit that, they all walked away from the table, turned out all the lights and made their way back upstairs.

I was strapped to a metal table, in the basement of a total stranger and he and his friends were having their way with me. I had yet to even see another cock since Mike peed on my out on the road. I expected to be sucking cock and being fucked up the ass. That’s what I was looking forward to, but so far, all three guys had remained fully clothed. Maybe I'll get a chance at some cock yet tonight.

To be continued...