Gay Erotic Stories

I enjoyed sucking cock, but only after the guy I was with, more or less forced me to go down on him. I wouldn't admit that I was gay, so by them taking the control, made it easier for me to suck them. Even though I liked sucking, I never would swallow ... when the guy I was with got close, I would take my mouth off his cock and finish him with my hand; I was always afraid of getting sick. If I wasn't with anyone, I would lay in bed, jerking myself while I thought about being bound and forced to have sex by someone.

So now with my story ...I had always fantasized about being someone's sex slave, but it was only a fantasy, until one night in late November.

I was out with a couple of friends at a go-go bar in a couple of cities away from where we lived ... my friends did not know that I sucked cock, they assumed I was straight, which I also acted like around them ... the last thing I needed was to have any of my friends know about what I liked to do in private. On this particular night, my 2 friends had to leave early, so it gave me an excuse to stay by myself. When Barry said, Tony we are leaving, have to get up early for work, are you coming. I told them I was going to stay for a while, so both of them left.

Once they were gone, I also left the bar and went to the other side of the city where there were gay cruising bars ... I was in the mood to suck a nice cock before going home. I had never gone into these bars, but had past them and heard stories about how guys get picked up there, so I was curious to see for myself. When I entered the bar, it was dark to the point that I had to wait a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust before I walked over the bar stool and sat down. The bartender, an older guy asked me what I was going to drink, so I ordered a beer.

As I looked around the bar area, I thought this wasn't what I expected ... I figured there would be guys around my age hanging out, but instead, there were maybe about 15 guys in the place and none of them were young ... I would say they had to be in their 40s or 50s. While I was looking around, a guy sits in a stool next to me, but I was too busy looking around to notice him, until he taped me on the arm and asked if I was looking for someone in particular.

He startled me, but I found the courage to say "no" I was looking for anyone, just looking at the place ... it's my first time here. All the time, I did not look in his direction, but kept my eyes glued to in front of me. He was silent for a minute, and then said, “I figured you were new, I haven't seen you here before,” then he said, “my name is Gary, what's yours?”

I finally looked at him and said, “I'm Tony ...” as I said my name, I took a quick look at him. He had to be at least 50, with salt & pepper hair, decent looking, tall with a slender build ... we shook hands and he continued to talk about the bar, then asking me about myself. He seemed like a nice guy, so I told him there wasn't much to tell about me ... I live about 20 miles from here, taking classes at the city college and collecting unemployment.

We must have talked for about an hour, when I realized the time and said I had to leave. The last bus going my way would be coming in about 15 minutes ... He said, “Don't worry, I have to go in that direction, I'll give you a ride, so relax and finish your drink.” Not sure if it was all the beer I had or that he seemed like a nice guy, so I accepted his offer to give me a ride. By the time we left, I was feeling the beers ... not that I was going to pass out, but did have a little problem navigating myself to Gary's car. When we got to my place, he got out and said, “Let me help you ... you don't want to wake your neighbors trying to get up to your apartment.”

Once we were in my apartment, I asked him if he wanted a beer, which he said, "No ...I have to leave in a little bit.” I sat down on the couch and without any hesitation, he was sitting next to me, then he was pulling me to him and began to kiss me, something I had never done before. At first I resisted, but then I let myself relax and allowed him to push his tongue in my mouth. He had my cock out of pants before I knew it and was playing with it ... he then put my hand on his bulge and I was rubbing his cock over his pants. Finally after working each other up, we got out our clothes and laid on the floor sucking each other.

His cock had to be 8" and thick because I had a hard time getting my mouth around it. I tried to focus on sucking his cock, but he felt so good sucking me and playing with my balls, which I told him I was close. Then I felt his cock swelling in my mouth and began to taste his pre-cum. He told me that he was close ... I asked him not to cum in my mouth and as I began to cum, I finished him by jerking him off.

Once we finished and got dressed, I said I was sorry for not being able to finish him the same way he took me, but he said he understood and he didn't mind having me finish him with my hand. I gave him my number and he told me he would call.

After that night, I met Gary 3 more times and each time I would suck him until he was very close then jerk him off ... by now, I felt very comfortable with him, so when he asked me questions about what I liked to do besides sucking, I told him I had never done anything else, and that he was the first guy I had ever kissed. I don't know why, but I confided in him about my fantasy of being submissive and my dreams of being a sex slave.

I had thought he would look at me and think I was some sort of "sick" guy, instead he said, sometimes your dreams are what you subconsciously want but are afraid to admit. Gary was right, about not wanting to say what I truly wanted. But when he said, “You should act on your thoughts...” I laughed and said, “What should I do, put an ad in the paper?”

“Of course not, but you would be surprised about guys with similar thoughts.” He replied. With all of this "truth" conversation, I asked him more about himself... “Well, Tony, this may shock you but the bar where we met, is a hangout for "Masters". Before I could say anything, he said, just so you know, I am what you would call a "Master", and I have had slaves of my own. I have a part time slave who is married, but has been collared by me; right now, I'm looking for a slave that would be available 24/7.”

He could tell I was shocked, so instead of continuing, he suggested he would leave, but told me, if I was really interested in finding out about this lifestyle to let him know. I'm not sure if what he said scared me, but I stayed away from his, not calling him for almost 3 weeks ... and I was a little upset that he did not try to contact me. Finally, after battling myself with the thoughts of seeing what he was talking about, I gave in and called him. I told him I wanted to know more about what we talked about.

Gary talked to me on the phone for almost 2 hours explaining about the "Master"/slave relationship;.how a slave must give himself totally to his Master, allowing his Master to make all decisions, learning never to say no, always wanting to please his Master, never questioning a Master's demands. He said he would call me the next day to see if I still wanted to go through with learning and seeing if I could become a slave.

When Gary called the following day, I had a hard time making the words come out, but finally said I wanted to become a slave. Gary had been nice to me all along and I felt secure around him, and felt trusting of him. Gary said that he would pick me up at 4 p.m. that day and wanted me to wait in front of my apartment house ... he also said that I should make sure none of my friends would look for me over the weekend.

Promptly at 4 p.m., Gary pulled up in front and I got in his car...we didn't talk as he drove; I wasn't sure where we were going, but knew that I would find out soon enough. We drove about 45 minutes, and then he pulled into a long driveway and parked behind this house, which seemed like it was in the middle of the woods. He led me inside and we were in the kitchen.

Gary finally said, “Tony, are you sure you want to go through with this ... once you say "yes" there is no turning back.”

I was really nervous, but wanted to and said 'yes'. Gary then led me down stairs to the basement; he walked me into a small room with only a bed. He told me to undress and give him my clothes, which I did; then he said that this was where I would sleep for the weekend, when I was not in training. With that he left and locked the door ... sitting on the bed in the dark, I was more scared then ever, but I wanted to find out if this was what I wanted. It felt like an hour had passed but it was only about 15 minutes before the door opened and Gary stood in the doorway, wearing a leather vest and chaps with the front and rear cut out exposing his cock and balls and ass.

He ushered me out of the room and I followed him into the main part of the basement ... that is when I saw the rings attached to the walls, what looked like ancient stockade. Gary said I was not to speak or look directly at him unless he gave permission, then he walked me over to the stockade, and I had to bend over placing my neck and wrists in the opening, then he pulled down the top of the stockade and locked it in place.

I was now bent over with my head sticking out at waist level, Gary then walked behind me and fastened a bar between my legs and attached each side to my ankles keeping my legs spread open. He came in front of me and took a riding crop from the wall ... showed it to me and said this was going to be my first lesson. “You may scream and yell all you want because this room is sound proof. From now on, when I allow you to speak, you will always start the sentence with "Master". I plan to whip your ass 10 times, each time you fail to do so, you will say "thank you" Master and count out each whipping.”

Before I could say anything, he was behind me and then I felt the crack of the crop against my ass ... it stung and I screamed, wiggling trying to get out of the stockade. Not saying what I was told to say, he cracked me again, saying that each time I did not say what I was told, would earn me 3 more additional. I now said in a shaky voice ... “Thank you Master,”1, then 2. By the time it was over, I was crying uncontrollably, but counted all of my punishment out. My ass was on fire and when he finished, he rubbed it and I felt him fingering the outside of my asshole.

Master said, he was going to train me to use my ass like a woman uses her pussy to fuck a man's cock, but for now, Master was going to train me in how to use my mouth to pleasure a cock. I wanted to say, I know how to suck cock, but knew if I said anything, he would whip me again. Master then came and stood in front of me, rubbing the head of his cock against my mouth ... obediently I opened my mouth allowing his cock to push its way to the back of my throat. I began to gag and couldn't stop him or pull away. Each time I gagged, he told me to relax and breathe through my nose. He was now beginning to push in and out of my mouth picking up the pace, telling me to keep my lips tightly around his cock.

I could tell he was close and tried to plead not to cum in my mouth ... reading my eyes, he told me, "Bitch, you will take your Master's seed, and I don't want to see you lose one drop or I'll whip you until you can't sit.”

Horrified, I knew that what I had been able to keep from doing was now going to happen. He kept fucking my mouth, then he pushed it all the way in, and I felt him begin to cum. I tried to swallow as fast as he let go of his load ... most of his cum shot down my throat but also my mouth was filling with his hot cum. All the time, I kept my lips tightly around the shaft, not wanting any of his cum to drip out. Finally he finished and my mouth was full.

“Bitch, let me see...open your mouth.” I did as he commanded showing him the cum that was deposited in my mouth. “Good, now swallow your Master's cum and tell Master how much you like it.”

After swallowing and gagging on his cum, I said, “Master your cum tasted good.”

“Well, my little bitch, this was your first lesson, now I want you to get some rest ... we have a lot to do tonight.” He released me and I had all to do to stand ... when I sat on the bed, I almost jumped back up, my ass was sore and hurt as I sat, so I laid on my side and stomach and went to sleep.

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