Gay Erotic Stories

His body was made naturally tough, strong and perfectly proportioned by hard work, not overdeveloped by excessive weight training although I decided I would have work done on his biceps. The twin globes of his chest curved seductively over a dramatically segmented abdomen. Below his navel his tan, unblemished flesh became milky-white and was decorated with a coat of dark coarse hair, the heaviest amount being in the triangle between his muscular thighs. There, someone or something had made his uncut cock hard and it stood straight up above the sac of his balls, its head clearly exposed.

He was incredibly handsome with sharp features, deep brown eyes and short cropped black hair. He looked straight toward me, completely expressionless.

“Tu habla ingles?” I asked, rising and moving toward him from behind my desk. I kicked at his knees, one at a time, forcing him to spread them further apart. This jostled his genitals and his cock lurched up.

“Si,”said the boy. “Yes...” His lips barely moved and he diverted his gaze from my face down to his stiff penis. It bobbed slightly.

“That’s a handsome, hard prick, boy.” I tapped it with the tip of my riding crop and it lurched again. “How’d it get like that?”

“While they were washing me, Sir. It just happened and has not yet gone down, I think.” His voice was thick with a Brazilian accent.

“You are a very beautiful young man.”

“Uh...yes sir,” he said.

“You know why you’re here, don’t you, son?” I asked him while I traced the tip of the quirt across his chest, teasing his dark stiff nipples, then down onto his belly and back into the pubic patch.

“I...uh..no, Sir...I don’t think so...” He shifted his weight on his toes and knees. I nodded to the guards and they moved in behind him, pulled his arms back again and cuffed them above his butt.

“You didn’t know that you and your DEA friends were poking around my plantation where you clearly didn’t belong? Why just last month two of your buddies were found hanged naked in the jungle. Their cocks had been severed and stuffed in their mouths. They were nosing around here, too.” I pushed his dick down between his thighs and let it spring back up.

“I...uh...no., Sir...please don’t hurt me, Sir,” he cried, desperation in his voice.

“Sshh...ssshh...” I stroked his handsome head gently from behind. “I won’t hurt you, son. Unfortunately we do have to leave a strong message for your organization and anyone else who might be too interested in my business... so your commander has already been dealt with. It is too bad, too. He was also a good looking man.

“But I have different plans for you, my boy. There are those I know who would pay a great price to possess boys as attractive as you and your friends. ” I stroked his head again and then his smooth round shoulders. He shuddered beneath my hand.

“What are you talking about? Selling us?” he whimpered.

“Bien ...Good… That’s exactly what I am saying. My men will prepare you and the others.” I nodded again to the guards. “Take him back and bring me the next one.”

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He sat in an oversized director’s chair near the stage while the entrepreneur, Kahut Najef a man with many years experience at this flesh game, sat beside him choreographing the events of the evening.

Najef was oily-looking and he was hugely fat, dressed in a thousand dollar suit and pointing with ringed fingers that appeared as stubby sausages attached to his huge paw of a hand. A wet stub of a thick Cuban cigar that would never light again was clenched between his brown teeth.

The next boy in the man’s parade was directly in front of them, standing so close they could smell fresh sweat on clean skin.

The youth stood at parade rest, the front of his body completely open, his thick, muscular legs splayed wide on bare feet and his arms tucked together high up in the middle of his back. The position thrust his already exaggerated pectorals forward and tensed his flat, corrugated belly. His shoulders and the balls of muscle forming them twitched under his tan flesh. A large number 17 was tattooed on his right bicep.

He had blue, aquiline eyes that focused on the buyer yet through him and at some imaginary point on the back wall of this grotesque place.

The man guessed this desperately handsome boy must have been even more so before they shaved his blonde crop of hair down to rough stubble and took away his “Hard Rock” t-shirt and jeans.

He was young; not more than twenty. Body hair, what little he had of it had been left intact; golden tufts peeking out from under each arm, a few strands in the valley at the middle of his chest and around each brown taut nipple and a silky, yellow pelt that began as a weak trail above his navel and spread down, filling his crotch with a tangled coat.

The buyer reached up and teased the right nipple into a hard nub and then crossed to the left one with its broad gold ring suspended from the base of his chest. He twisted the jewelry but the youth stared straight ahead, oblivious.

He hefted the soft cock onto the palm of his hand; enjoying the cool, solid weight of the member and the drub of life he felt coursing through it under the skin. It lay on his hand flaccid, yet long and thick with a network of blue veins crisscrossing its length from its base to the burgeoning head. This boy was circumcised and another ring had been pierced through the waddle of flesh left behind and below the crown. The jewelry now hung over the edge of his hand but had been designed to flip back over the helmet and trap it, creating a built-in pressure ring on the boy’s shaft. He jostled the penis to the side and filled his hand with the more than ample testicles.

They felt the size of ripe mangoes trapped inside the silky bag and squirmed with excitement on the flat of his palm.

“You like this one? He could ...entertain you,” said the fat man.

“He is beautiful,” answered the gentleman, his gaze traveling over the boy. “Will he respond?”

He massaged the spongy head between his thumb and forefinger; squeezed at the lips until he saw the wet, pink tissue inside the long slit. He folded the ring back behind the flared glans.

“He will...and more...if you order him to. The lad is well trained.”

‘Too well,’ he thought, but his curiosity was aroused as well as his libido. His own aching dick was straining his pants.

“Hard, boy...Now!” said the fat man harshly.

Instantly the impressive penis began to fill, first arcing above the man’s hand and then stretching into a full bobbing erection curving up toward his belly. The dark head became twice the size it had been, the gold ring pressing hard into the swollen shaft.

“They respond to your desires, never their own,” smiled the dealer while he collected a drop of pearly pre-cum from the thrusting cock and licked it from his stubby finger.

“CUM, now boy,” he ordered.

The young slave turned to the side, keeping his arms and legs as they had been, his dick bouncing in front of him. In profile his face and form were as stunning as they had been from the front.

Within moments his breaths had become ragged gasps and he had pinched his eyes closed, probably imagining some secret image. The cords etching his abdomen became like rolled steel bands wrapped in tan, sweat-coated velvet and his chest heaved, trapping each labored breath. A quiet moan escaped his lips as the cock lurched and jettisoned a thick string of milky seed into the air. Another and another came until his flow ended in a long strand of semen hanging from his cock-lips down to the straw covered concrete.

“Impressive, no?” cooed Najef.

“Very,” the man agreed. “How do you do that?”

“His performance is a result of intense training. It is arduous. You would like this one?” The fat man smelled a deal at hand.

“He’s stunning,” said the man. “For me, yes, but my client desires one more... fresh...with little or no training. He has a specific subject in mind if your...uh....talents extend to acquisition.”

The boy had once again turned toward him and the man was milking the last of his seed from the fat, wilted cock.

“It will be expensive but possible...” He was thinking; calculating.

“Of course,” he said. “But money is of little importance to my contact.”

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“Yeah... they’ve got ‘im alright. I think we can do it.... This guy’s a real grease ball but very connected...,” he said to a cell phone.

“What? ...yeah, he says forty eight hours but I guess more like a week.....We’ll have to be patient, sir....Yeah, two mil.....pricey ...but possible. He’ll call the number you gave me when he has the package...”

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The Senator carefully opened the unmarked envelope a messenger had left at his office. Out of habit he glanced around the square but there were only several pigeons interested in his actions this afternoon, hoping he might produce something to eat. On a folded piece of paper another type written message read:

DROP THE RACE AND YOUR SON LIVES. PURSUE IT.... OR HIM AND WE’LL MAIL HIM TO YOU ONE PIECE AT A TIME. YOUR CHOICE..

****************************** Several days later the fat man, Kahut Najef shuffled down the center aisle of the barn beside me, mopping his face and the space inside his open collar with a wet handkerchief and rolling another cigar between his teeth. As we walked he glanced into the square white-washed stalls on either side of the wide path. Inside many of them, bound to a tall pole installed in the middle were young men, naked, blindfolded and gagged, their bodies glistening with sweat.

“I don’t know how you tolerate this country. This heat is unbearable,” he said. “Who are all these, then? A good looking lot...” He was gesturing around the room with his cigar.

“DEA,” I answered. “I was able to get a man inside and we took the whole team five days ago...got a female, too....young, good looking.”

“A female? Not you’re usual stock in trade, is it? You will let me sell her, too. I can get the best price. I have many clients seeking females as well.” He made another pass at his face with the cloth.

“We’ll see... Look at this one,” I said. “Marine lieutenant... he’ll bring a good dollar. Look at the body and the cock on this boy.”

The dark, nearly black-haired marine pulled his body up with his arms and rotated his head toward our voices. The leather band covering his mouth muffled the words he formed behind it.

“Very impressive, indeed...” he agreed, stopping and resting his big arms on the top on the white fence. “As big as he is and equipped like that he should be a breeder....I have a client in mind....” Najef said thoughtfully as we moved on.

The sound of a heavy stream of urine splashing on the concrete came from one of the pens somewhere ahead of us.

“Where is the boy, then? I’ll admit I was surprised when you called so soon. I was sure it would take longer to acquire this one.”

“He wasn’t that hard to find. You gave good directions. This way.....I put him back here. My men brought him in just last night. He was quite a little fighter but I think the cross has taken some of it out of him,” I said as we rounded a corner and walked further back. I could see him now, still fully clothed and hanging on a roman cross, his arms outstretched and secured on the cross piece and his bare toes hardly touching the floor. It was a fairly uncomfortable position and seemed to quiet many of the more stubborn ones... Like the others he had a second strap circling his head, covering his eyes. His handsome face hung down on his chest.

“Hhmm....very pretty, cooed the fat man. Is he alright?”

“Yes,” I said. We gave him a shot to knock him out. He’ll be fine.”

I looked down the boy’s length once again. He was beautiful...the product of generations of good breeding and rearing.

The shirt and jeans he was still wearing did little to conceal his thickly muscled torso and sturdy arms and legs. His pants were soaked and dark from the sizable mound at his crotch to below his knees and there was a small puddle of piss on the floor between his feet.

“You want to uncover him and see what we’ve got?” I asked.

“...And see what he’s got for us...,” quipped Kahut. “I feel we will not be disappointed.”

“Oscar...strip him...”

The unconscious boy only moaned quietly as the big man and his helper began cutting his clothing away with their long knives, slicing effortlessly down the legs of the sodden jeans along the lengths of his bound arms and up his abdomen until the clothes were nothing but a pile of rags lying beside him. Then with one quick movement Oscar ripped the white briefs from the boy’s hips, jostling his body and exposing his damp, trimmed cock and pendulous nuts. I reached forward and seized the bag, twisting it to the left. There I found what I was looking for; the dark heart-shaped birthmark on the back of his sac. I dropped his ample equipment and it flopped between his bulky thighs and swayed to rest, hanging toward the floor.

“Uuumm...” the fat man sighed. “I was hoping the cock would be natural but still very nice...very nice indeed.”

I was as impressed as he was. This youth was truly a beauty.

His body was thickly muscled and his perfect skin tanned and unblemished. The balls of his broad shoulders curved into twin slabs of muscle forming his chest and those were punctuated at the edges by dark brown nipples overhanging a concave belly which rose and fell with his steady sleeping breaths. The only hair the youth had on his body were the brown tufts in the hollows under his arms and the course patch in the triangle at the base of his belly. From it his long circumcised penis hung soft and languid in the valley between his twin balls.

I closed my fist around his moist, cool shaft and felt his blood coursing through the dark veins against my hand. I cupped his balls and kneaded the solid testicles between my fingers, enjoying the furrows in his velvety low hanging bag. His cock lurched and stretched slightly in its sleep.

The dimples in the curves of his ass were deep and smooth and his legs taut and contoured with solid muscle.

I let my fingers wander back from his bag, across the ridge of his perineum and up into the warm crevice dividing his asscheeks. There I found his clenched pucker. I looked into his handsome face as my fingers played gently at the rosette. A quiet moan came from his throat as I pressed into his unexplored moist interior.

I was sure the boy was still unconscious yet his cock began to thicken in my grasp, its head growing bolder and darker on my palm. I added a digit, pressed further into him and began massaging the spongy membrane enveloping my fingers. In a moment I found it and pressed at the solid gland hidden behind his nuts. Another groan came from him and his prick leapt up from my palm to an upright position, the steely shaft still thickening, its structure of tubes and cords well defined and the blue veins rising in bold relief under the skin cover.

“He seems to like the....attention...,” chuckled the fat man.

“Ummhmm, I nodded while I slid my hand back to the thick root and then out again to the cocks burgeoning knob. I squeezed and a bead of glassy precum appeared at the dicks lips and I spread it onto the magenta flesh. More of the juice came out and I continued working it around the head back to the flaring ridge until the skin was shiny and the boy was squirming and moaning.

I guessed he was more conscious because he had begun pressing down on the invading fingers in his ass, driving them against his swollen prostrate. He drove his back against the upright beam and pulled up with his bound arms, suffering in my ministrations while I continued stroking his stiff dick. On the backstrokes I gathered up his nuts and roughly drew them forward against the bottom of the cock. The manipulation excited him until he was crying out behind the gag. I increased the massage inside the boys butt, torturing the prostate while I beat harder and faster at his distended prick

His balls had drawn up tight on either side of his dick and the muscles of his taut abdomen were steely hard. His breaths had become short and ragged gasps in anticipation of the howling orgasm building in his body.

Suddenly I pulled my fingers from his sucking butt hole and dropped his lurching cock.. He cried out and thrust his hips forward seeking some touch, any contact that might satisfy him but finding none.

“You’re not going to let him get off?” the fat man laughed.

“No...not… now. I have other plans for this boy.” I drew my hand slowly down his sweating front, cupping his left tit and teasing the turgid nipple even harder with my thumb. His segmented belly convulsed under my hand as I caressed the striated muscles. He was thrashing in the bonds and begging for the release of orgasm when I slid my fingers back into his wet pubes.

“I think I’ve got a place for him in... my little show tomorrow night,” I said.

“Oscar, take him down and put ‘em in that stall across from the Marine. And, keep your hands off his dick. I want him ready for tomorrow.”

“Yes sir.” *********************

“The package is here...yes...yes...it’s safe and secure...for now. Do you have the money? Aahhh...yes...all of it? Oh, good... He knows I’m sending you to have a look before he puts the merchandise into my hands for ...liquidation. There will be an exhibition tomorrow night....here. You’ll fit in with the other.... aficionados...like yourself. You’ll find the evening entertaining I am certain.” Najef closed the cellular, looked at me and grinned around the stub of the cigar.

“Good,” I said. “He’s coming tomorrow night. Rather naive of them to send a one-man rescue party, no?....oh, well...We’ll have to find something special to entertain Mr. McGuire....After all, he’s bringing us a great deal of money. And we wouldn’t want to have him be disappointed. Would we, Najef?” We both laughed as we started back down the aisle.

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Mike McGuire tugged at the collar of his dress shirt before exiting the limousine that had brought him to the plantation. He was nervous but felt somewhat reassured by the weight of the .45 tucked into the small of his back. Now I’ve just got to hang onto it, he thought. He’d been searched once already, not very thoroughly. The guards probably didn’t expect the guests to arrive armed. He saw Najef, the oily Arab, breaking away from a group of men at the entrance of the building and approaching the car. He, like the others was wearing a black tuxedo.

“Mr. McGuire, I am so happy you could be here,” the fat man smiled.

McGuire surveyed the group of very prosperous looking men and drew a cheroot from the inside of his jacket.

“Kind of formal for a meat show, isn’t it?” He lit the little cigar and exhaled a puff of blue smoke into the warm night air.

“Our host, the Colonel enjoys these little soirees very much. You do have what I require?” he whispered.

“Not on me. That’s a rather conspicuous bundle...But it’s easily available. Do you have what I require? Is the boy here?”

“Certainly, you will see shortly. Come along and get a cocktail. I will introduce you to some of the others.”

He followed along with a small group down a white corridor and into a large smoky room richly paneled in dark wood and finely appointed with leather furniture, oriental rugs and assorted tables and lamps. Young waiters wearing only black bow ties and thongs moved among the groups of garrulous men with trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres.

“Champagne, Mr. Smith?” Without waiting for an answer Najef took two glasses, passed one to McGuire and filled his hand with one of the boy’s well developed butt cheeks…

“Smith?” Mike asked, accepting the glass and tentatively feeling the young ass himself. The youth smiled.

“They are all ‘Mr. Smith’ tonight, sir. No actual names here.” Najef chuckled.

“Ah, Mr. Smith,” A handsome grey haired man came toward them from the direction of the bar. I was very pleased when my colleague informed me that you would be able to attend my little gathering. First time, yes? I think you’re in for several surprises. It should be an interesting evening.” The colonel took another glass from a passing waiter.

“Yes...first time....interesting place. My client was particularly happy to learn you were able to secure what he had been looking for. After I see him we should be able to conclude our business.”

“Oh... you’ll see him very soon...”

The lights in the room flickered twice and the air of general excitement seemed to redouble among the guests.

“It seems they’re ready to start,” said Najef. “Let us refresh our drinks and take our seats.”

McGuire took a fresh glass of wine and followed the others through a connecting door and found himself at the edge of a very large arena with a sawdust covered floor at its center and rows of tiered theater style seats surrounding it. The rear of the room had been sectioned off and a raised stage, now bathed in theatrical lighting, had been placed in front of a huge curtain.

Mike filed into a row and found himself settling into a comfortable chair beside the Colonel and in front of Najef.. He felt his gun pressed into his spine.

At the center of the stage was set a large, marble, lounge-styled chair, ornately carved with decoration and fitted with heavy rings on its sides at either end. The head of the chair was considerably higher than the foot and the entire surface had been painstakingly sculpted to mold to the voluptuous contours of a large mans back and ass. The meticulously polished marble gleamed in the overhead light. Out of the seat, between the hollows meant to cup the offerings buttocks rose a huge, intricately carved phallus. It was exact in every masculine detail with a meticulously formed head, vein wound shaft and a pair of ample stone balls. The marble member slanted dramatically toward the head of the chair.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”...said the Colonel, noting McGuire’s open-mouthed amazement... “It’s a fourth empire Mayan sacrificial altar I found in the Yucatan. You see, once the victim was tantalizingly impaled on the phallus he’d be held immobile while his arms and legs were secured to the rings, his fluttering heart perfectly exposed for the high priest’s waiting knife.

“Of course, we’ve come up with a much less.... wasteful use for it.

“I’ve always been fascinated at how large the Mayan male must have been. We’ve found that our modern men fit the seat perfectly well...,” he chuckled.

Gradually the room lights dimmed and the stage glowed. Odd, ritualistic music began and grew, filling the arena, drubbing with its strange rhythm until the chattering audience grew silent.

The curtains parted and three men came onto the stage. The center one was much taller than the others and was completely naked, his oiled body thickly built and more than well muscled. His handsome head was topped with short dark hair and his ruddy Greco-roman face was shadowed with a three-day growth of beard. He was blindfolded and gagged, his solid arms bent upward and secured at the nape of his neck. He tilted and rolled his head toward the voices and the weird music, desperately trying to make sense of the surroundings.

The big mans body was remarkable. His skin was pale and flawless; adorned with dark hair only in the hollows of his arms and below his navel. From the black pelt between his legs an untrimmed cock rose erect and thick, arcing out before him, its bulbous head half exposed under its fleshy hood. A tight steel ring at its root glittered among his pubes. His sizable balls swayed languidly between his massive thighs as he walked.

The two smaller young men at his sides directed their prisoner using stinging snaps from little crops against his hairy buttocks and husky legs. He twisted and jerked his body, struggling in their grasp as they urged him blindly toward the waiting stone divan.

While one of the guards smeared the marble phallus with a thick ointment the other forced the big man to straddle the cold chair.

“The lubricant is tainted with oil of spearmint. It won’t be pleasant but the reaction in his asshole will keep him...animated on the seat,” whispered the Colonel.

The drumbeat and the excitement among the watching men increased as the two men began to maneuver the unsuspecting marine down, bending his knees and aligning his back and ass for penetration. One of them lifted his large sac out of their way as the weight of his body lowered him.

Suddenly, as he felt the cold intruder pressing at his virgin orifice the big lieutenant bucked and fought, trying to raise himself but there was no escape. The weight of his body pulled him down and the thing cruelly entered him. He screamed behind the gag but his cries were unheard among the cheers of the audience.

He jerked his hips wildly but firm hands finished positioning his body as he was driven onto the violating dildo. One of the men quickly secured his wide splayed ankles to the bronze rings while the other tied down his arms.

He writhed and squirmed, responding to the searing ointment but the seats design held him fast and he gradually quieted, his striated belly heaving, his cock lunging up straight above his heavy balls. Already a shimmering droplet of precum had appeared at the cock’s long eye.

The weird music and cheering continued as the curtains parted again and two more guards directed a struggling young female onto the stage. She too was naked, blinded and gagged with leather straps. Like the male, her arms were tied behind her neck. She fought but the young men spanked cruelly at her legs, directing her toward the ready Marine.

Her body was firm and toned. She had large round breasts adorned with dark aureolas, a flat belly and sensuously shaped buttocks and hard legs. A beauty with shoulder length blonde hair that hung loose around her attractive face. A lush glossy bush concealed the treasure hidden between her thighs and indicated that she had already been lubricated for this demonstration.

The crowd cheered even louder, ready for what was about to happen and the woman started back from the commotion.

“I discovered these two have a sexual history. Soon he’ll be able to recognize her by her scent. He was more than anxious to fuck her in the field. Now we’ll see if his desire runs as hot under his present ...reduced circumstances.

What do you think, Mr. ...uh...Smith?”

Mike McGuire tugged nonchalantly at the boner pressing against his pants. “I think he’ll want to do her, no matter what or when.”

“Oh...ho, Mr. Smith. A man after my own heart. You are right, sir, his cock will take control of him, no matter what.” said the Colonel.

With his arms and wide-spread legs bound to the rings on the chair the lieutenant could do little but try to twist his pelvis or raise his hips to get any kind of relief from the pressure and the terrible flaming itch in his bowels.

But each snap of his hips brought more embarrassing jeers and laughter from the audience and he could feel his skin reddening.

The breeze from the air conditioning swept down over the length of his body and between his legs yet sweat poured off his back and slicked the cool marble beneath him until he could no longer avoid sinking even deeper onto the terrible phallus. It drove hard up into his gut and he cried aloud behind the gag. He was glad no one could see his tears. His arms and shoulders ached and pain shuddered through his legs and tore at his hips.

But there were other sensations with the pain, for with even the smallest movements the invading dildo massaged the swollen, hidden gland in his bowel sending jolts of intense pleasure coursing through his lower body and into his pulsing cock. He felt a familiar clinch near his balls and knew that another flow of precum had been pumped to the tip of his dick.

He sensed another presence beside him and he tilted and turned his head as though he would see anything. Then a hand was stroking the inside of his stressed thigh while another slid back his foreskin and laved a thick gel down the length of his cock and onto his tortured balls. The stimulation charged a million nerves and he pressed up into the massage. Then he was aware of someone else approaching on the other side and again his head twisted over and he struggled up. A familiar but odd scent drifted past his nose.

“Jones...?!” he suddenly yelled into the leather. He had stopped hearing the noise of the audience when he felt a brush of flesh on the outside of his legs and then more as another pair of legs straddled his own. He heard the snaps of the tiny whips on bare flesh as the female legs covered his thighs. Her muffled cries were directly above his head.

“No...God, no...Jones...Susan. God, don’t make us do this...please,” he cried but there was no one to hear. *********************** What...!?”

A sudden and intense pin prick stung the side of McGuire’s neck and immediately the voices all around him melded into a slow motion blur of noise. He sensed his eyes closing and then there was nothing.

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