Gay Erotic Stories

“You know what to do faggot” Jimmy barked at me. He nodded his head towards Mike. His roommate was standing in the open doorway. “That’s Mike, he’s gonna help you out. GO!”

Through the open door I could hear people talking and having a good time in the next room, and I looked around the room for my pants. Jimmy saw, and said “No clothes, just like you are. Now go!”

“Out there? But… Jimmy… I don’t know those people. I’m embarrassed… Can’t I have a towel please?” Jimmy smiled and laughed a little, looking down at me, kneeling on the floor, wearing only my torn white briefs, still hanging from the elastic waistband around my hips, the leg bands still around my thighs, but the fabric that had covered my butt was torn, hanging in shreds, and soaked with Jimmy’s cum and my blood and wet with his piss. The front of my briefs was ripped on one side, so that my penis hung exposed. At times it had been hard – even though Jimmy was hurting me, his cock had stimulated my prostate and had given me an unwanted erection even as he was raping me. But now, I was nervous and scared and my penis had shrunken down, hanging limp and tiny. Jimmy laughed again at the sight of me scared on my knees in front of him.

“GO!” he yelled at me, like he was telling a dog. I started to get up, but he caught me by the hair and threw me back down on the ground.

“Get down!” Jimmy yelled, “On your hands and knees, like a dog.” I did what he said. Mike watched me, smiling, as I got onto my hands and knees and started to crawl towards the door, and out into the living room. “Go.” Jimmy ordered again.

As I crawled through the door into the living room, I saw that Jimmy’s other roommate had brought several other friends over. There were 6 guys sitting around, drinking beers and laughing. As I inched into the room, they all turned to look. Some of them laughed, some of them just stared. I had never been so humiliated in all my life. My head hung low as I tried to quickly skirt to the edge of the room, toward the kitchen. Their eyes followed me, they were obviously amused. I got to the kitchen and heard the room burst out in laughter behind me. Mike was right behind me. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?! Get the fuck back out there you nasty little cocksucker!”

I crawled back into the living room, my head hanging low. Once again every turned to look at me, laughing and staring. I crawled on my hands and knees, with my wet, torn briefs hanging from my waist, exposing my red, abused hole, barely able to close anymore. I was so ashamed and embarrassed. I hung my head and I could see my small, limp penis hanging between my legs like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Mike dragged the coffee table out from the center of the room, and pointed for me to go there. I crawled into the middle of the circle of people, in front of the couch. There were 3 guys sitting on the couch, all holding bottles of beer, chuckling at me. There were three others sitting in chairs next to the couch. Their faces were red and they were definitely all drunk. I was trying not to think about what they might do, but I was really scared. I knew they were gonna fuck me up somehow, I just wasn’t sure exactly what. I wanted to get up and run, but I knew they would catch me and then it would be much, much worse.

Jimmy stood off to the side. He looked at me and announced: “Show the boys your pussy.” Still down on my knees, I looked up at him, not sure what he meant, but quickly realizing. “SHOW THEM YOUR FUCKIN’ PUSSY FAGGOT!! Turn around. And show them. Bend over, and point to it.” He was yelling and smiling as he humiliated me, having a good time I could tell, tormenting me; all in front of his buddies.

I had hesitated too long, and he walked over and threw my head down onto the floor, stepping on my neck to hold me there. “The boys never saw a pussy like yours before. Point to it and show them where it is!” I was so hot with embarrassment that I was sweating. I was facing away from the couch, my head pressed against the floor with my butt sticking up. I couldn’t move at all. I could see the guys to my side smiling and enjoying the show of my abuse. I slowly reached back, and put my finger next to my asshole.

“Good pussyboy” Jimmy said. “Now show them how good you take it. Put that finger in. Put it in.”

I slowly slid my finger into my loosened hole, while the room full of men watched, amused and laughing at me. I could feel Jimmy’s cum inside my raped hole.

“Now another finger. Show them what a good little slut you are.”

I couldn’t believe that a nice date had turned into me being raped and pissed on and then humiliated in front of all these people, being forced to finger myself for their amusement. I felt a tear roll down my face. I pushed a second finger into my ass, trying to be gentle because it was so sore.

Jimmy lifted his boot off of my neck, telling me to leave my fingers right where they were. I slowly raised my head back up off the ground, kneeling with my fingers up my ass.

“Yo John, move over!” Mike said. The guy in the middle of the couch shifted over and Mike dropped down onto the couch. I felt him put one big hand on my ass cheek, and with the other he grabbed my wrist and forced me to twist my fingers around inside of me. I yelped. “OWWWCH! Stop! Mike! OWW! That hurts! Stop it!” He leaned back and looked at me. He curled his finger, motioning for me to come to him. I turned around and crawled toward him on my hands and knees. “Tell me what you want” he said. I just looked at him.

“I want… uh…” I stammered

“You want my cock, right? Tell me you want my dick in your mouth, faggot.” Mike growled at me.

I knew that the best thing to do was to make it easy on myself and not try to fight this. “I want to suck your cock, Mike.” I was so humiliated. As I heard the words coming out of my mouth, in front of all those guys, kneeling on the floor naked and dirty and obviously newly raped… I wanted to die.

“Beg for it!” Mike demanded.

I could feel myself shaking. I was cold and naked and so embarrassed. “Please Mike; please let me suck your cock. I really want it. Please give it to me.” I started to cry, trying to hide it.

To be continued…

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