Gay Erotic Stories

I drove to the self-storage warehouse in Key West. It was a huge, white painted concrete block building in the middle of an incongruous looking residential neighborhood. I had been told it had once been a cigar factory, which would explain why the place was built like a fortress. There were no windows and only a loading dock and a small door punctuating the ground floor walls. I parked the van and walked in through a door marked ‘office’.

There was a darkened room behind the door full of furniture and clutter, none of it related to any sort of a business. It smelled of the damp and cats. Above me a small camera rotated, surveying the room and on the far wall a half-dozen monitors showed views of some of the floors above in slowly recurring repetition.

“Help ya’?” asked a heavy woman seated behind the desk, smoking a short cigarette. She was wearing an old flowered dress and was missing many of her middle teeth.

“Mr. Reynolds sent me for 323.” I answered.

She bent double over an open filing cabinet and sifted the files until she pulled out one I couldn’t read from where I was standing.

“Okay...let’s go up,” she groaned as she pulled her body from the chair.

She led me along the winding, dimly lit corridors of the first floor. On either side were sturdy cages crammed with her customers possessions. Boxes marked kitchen and den, furniture, bicycles, Christmas decorations and old electronics pressed against the walls and grates. We took an elevator to the second floor where she guided me through another maze of numbered cages and past an older couple shuffling the remnants of their past from one space to another. “Excuse us...sorry,” she said, dancing clumsily over a box of toys in the aisle which would never see a child again. Around another corner she unlocked a tiny room and pushed the button on a second elevator. The motor hummed to life as we waited.

The third floor was laid out exactly the same as the first two but was meant for a completely different purpose. In this labyrinth of corridors the cages were built heavier and smaller. Here, about half of the numbered units contained naked young men while the rest stood temporarily empty. As we walked along I noticed that some of the occupants were hung by their wrists from the beam above while the others sat or stood silently in the narrow confines of these spaces.

“Let’s see...323,” she muttered as she read the numbers on the front of the cells.

Over a few years I had seen hundreds of them, yet I gave an appraising glance to each one as we passed.

Most of them seemed to be in their early twenties while some of the men appeared even to be in their thirties. They all looked clean, fit and well fed. That was unusual for one of these transport houses.

“Here we are...323.” She unlocked the cage door, swung it open and stood to the side while I entered.

The boy inside obediently tipped his face down and kept his arms loose at his sides. Placing an open hand at the back of his shaved skull, I bent him nearly double as I squeezed around his body.

He was a handsome young man, twenty three years old with a broad back, deep chest and large endowment between his legs. My hands examined the muscles punctuating his sides, the pouting nipples and then the curve of his buttocks and into the deep cleft between them. I closed my fist on his sack and fondled his large balls one at a time before I finished my tour around him.

Outside the cage again, I pulled a pair of shorts, a tee shirt and sandals from a backpack. “Put these on,” I said as I handed him the clothes. I passed an envelope to the woman, in it would be the papers I needed and a suitable amount of money.

I didn’t mind brokering in Key West but it was just too far from a large airport. There was an airport there, of course, but I really didn’t care for the verbal juggling act I’d have to go through in order to get a ‘slave’ through a small terminal. So, I usually hired a van and drove the distance from Miami and back.

Driving also provided a chance to enjoy one of the other benefits of my job. I had driven about halfway through the Keys on that beautiful afternoon when I spotted the perfect place to pull over and pretend I had gone fishing.

“Take off those clothes,” I said over my shoulder as I parked the truck on a stretch of gravel. The boy was wrestling with the shorts and tee shirt when I climbed through between the seats and into the back of the empty truck. I had furnished him a blanket and he had been sitting in the middle of it where I had been able to keep an eye on him in the mirror.

He was a good looking kid, only a few years younger than myself, but his current station made him appear somewhat younger. Blue eyes sparkled in his face and his blond hair had begun to grow back into a stubble on his head. His lips were full, pink and perfect. They had carefully shaved his body except for little tufts of golden fur that decorated his underarms and a thin golden coat on his legs and on the curves of his solid rump. Large, dark nipples marked the edges of a well developed chest and his shoulders were broad and strong.

“Here, stand up. Let me see you,” I told him while I was peeling off my own clothes and tossing them aside.

Like most of them, his cock was hard before he shed his shorts and now the big clipped member was arced up to the base of his belly, leaving his ample nut sack exposed and drooping between his thighs. I cooed my appreciation and edged him forward. He was a tall man and had to bend his head to fit under the roof of the vehicle. With him directly in front of me I seized his dick and lowered my mouth over the throbbing truncheon.

He braced his hands beside his head and started moaning while I began administering to him, licking and nibbling around his sensitive trimmed head and down the shaft, wedging him deep in my gullet before working back up the rampant tool. He tasted good and fresh and each time I came up he treated me to a new dollop of juice from the leaking slit.

I wanted to take my time, so after he started gyrating for me, I grasped his cock and lowered my mouth to his big bag, sucking and licking the areas around his crotch that would excite him the most. Opening my mouth wide, I was able to suck in one ball at a time, rolling each of them on my teeth until he was crying out above me.

I adjusted my position and moved in behind his nuts. My tongue followed the hard ridge at the base of his body while I felt him shift and open his legs wider for me. I spread his firm cheeks while my fingers explored his crevice and found his secreted pucker. He moaned and bent for more contact while I massaged around the hole, gradually entering his warm, velvety chute. His ring pressed against the intruding digits and then relaxed as I went further in and added one finger, then another to my quest.

He was humping against my fingers, lost in his need for release when I returned my mouth to his dick to finish him. I cupped his balls in my fist and began a steady rhythm up and down his tumid dick, savoring his taste on my tongue.

All at once his breathing had become heavy gasps and I felt the change begin against my fingers, still deep in his ass. While I pulled back he cried and shot his first wad onto the back of my tongue and down my throat. His spunk was strong and musky and I ate it hungrily while he moaned and continued shooting until I was finally sucking the residue from his weeping slit.

It was something a Master would never have allowed, but I wasn’t this boy’s Master. I was only his transporter and sucking him off had been a real treat...for us both.

I was more than ready by the time I slipped on the rubber and watched him kneel and position his legs, wide spread before me. His nuts were swaying low against his wet cock. I cupped them hard again and the boy winced as I lined myself up behind him. I spanked his perfect globes until he was howling and squirming, trying to crawl away on the blanket.

After a very satisfying afternoon spent in the back of the hot van I pulled my clothes back on, jumped back into the front and continued our trip to the Miami International Airport.

“Put those clothes back on,” I instructed as we pulled into the parking garage and after I had enjoyed watching his handsome naked image in the mirror while on the road.

He followed instructions well and tagged behind me obediently through the ticketing and check-in process. I located the gate for our flight to Rome, and then took him to the men’s room for one last blowjob before we had to board the plane.

While he was servicing me I got a call saying that I was to change planes in Rome and go on to Amsterdam for a meeting about another job. They gave me the address of a man named Vanderhalt.

The trip was long but pleasant and when we landed at the Rome airport I was able to easily hand off my charge to the chauffeur and some hired muscle the client had sent with him to escort his new purchase home. I didn’t even bother watching as they led him away. I had just enough time to locate my next flight to Amsterdam.

Mr. Boris Vanderhalt lived in a sumptuously furnished, tall and narrow house on a canal called the Prinsengraacht. It had lace curtains on every window, a box full of flowers on the outside of each and was in a very fashionable location near the center of the city. The place was idyllic.

When I arrived, a servant showed me into a beautiful parlor and told me to wait. I spent the time studying a huge collection of antique Dutch porcelain and worrying about how poorly I looked for this meeting. I was still wearing the same jeans and polo shirt I’d had on in the truck and I smelled of sweat and cum; at least to myself.

“Brad? How do you do? I’m Boris Vanderhalt. I hope you had a pleasant trip,” said a handsome man as he came through the door along with a particularly burly looking assistant. He was wearing an expensive looking business suit and appeared to be in his mid-fifties. He looked trim, fit and very well groomed.

“Very nice to meet you; what can I do for you, sir?” I asked as I stepped forward and shook his rather large hand.

“Well... first, I would like to thank you for delivering that piece of merchandise to Rome for us so expediently. But...and, I’m not sure how to put this...there seems to be a slight problem with that transaction.”

“A...problem, sir?” I had no idea what was happening.

“Yes. A problem with the one hundred and fifty thousand dollars our friend in Florida was to have received from you. It seems the envelope you handed to her was filled with... THIS!!!” he screamed. He stepped forward and in one terrifying movement had thrown a fistful of cut newspaper into my face.

My blood suddenly ran cold as I realized what he was thinking and even worse, that I had no possible way to explain it.

“Oh, my God... I got the envelope from the contact in San Francisco... I swear it...” I stammered, looking at the paper strewn into that lovely room.

“What kind of an idiot would not open the envelope and inspect the contents....or was it that you were too busy inspecting the contact?”

He was right there. When that man got his mouth on my cock I had forgotten all about the fucking envelope.

“We...wee...can call San Francisco...” I babbled.

“Yes...wonderful idea, boy...and he’ll just say, ‘I’m sorry, boss. I pinched your 150K. I’ll get it to you though right away.’ Providing the Motherfucker hasn’t left town...and I strongly suspect he has...or should have by now. Is that it, Brad?” Vanderhalt was circling me and I was sweating.

“No, I’m afraid the money is your responsibility, Mr. Johnson. Tell me, do you have it?”

“Ah....no...but give me some time. I’ll work only for you...I can raise it.”

He laughed. “Who do you think you do work for...have always worked for?” he boomed at me and then got very quiet. “It is fortunate you are such an attractive young man, Brad. I think you will understand that I’ll just have to take a pound of flesh in return for your debt.” He leaned in close and drew a cold hand along the side of my face.

I had not realized it, but in my confusion and fear I had allowed him to back me right up against the big, silent man. For a second I felt his broad hand on my shoulder, a sudden sting in my neck and then there was nothing. The rising sound of voices roused me into a realm of half sleep, half delirium. There was a female and I imagined her to be an angel until she intoned my destruction.

“...He is very pretty....and look, so well equipped. A large penis and those are very handsome testicles, but since I am certain Mr. Racid will not be breeding this one...I think he would prefer him without these encoutrements. Have Hassam do it now. I will be back. Thank you.”

“Ummm...Ummmm...ummm,” I was screaming into the gag when I felt the other pin prick and I slipped back into the black void.

When I felt myself coming out of it, I had no idea whether I had been out for an hour or a month; everything had run together. I only knew that nothing was as it had been.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I tried to focus through the mist behind them. I saw a metal grate in front of me and beyond it another one a short distance away. I heard voices and I tried calling out but only heard my own voice inside my head.

There was pain. It traveled down my arms from my wrists and rippled across my shoulders and down into my back. Realizing that my wrists were bound together high above my head, I curled my fingers around the chains that held me to the beam above and tried to pull up for some relief. My legs were stretched out and my feet just touched the cold floor. The place smelled of antiseptic, urine and men.

As I became gradually more conscious, my mind replayed the words I had heard earlier and I gasped. Slowly I tilted my eyes down and saw the front of my own naked body from my hairless chest and dark nipples, over the plain of my heaving, segmented belly and down to the root of my languid cock. There wasn’t a single strand of my dark bush left but at least my balls were still intact, still pushing the curve of my dick forward. I was relieved.

I was recovering more of my senses and looked around again at the cage I was hanging in. It was smaller than many I had seen other subjects in and was made of heavy iron mesh, painted green. There was another man sitting quietly on the floor of the cage to my right, looking up at me. Glancing down again I spotted the edges of the ball gag they had secured in my mouth.

I had been in the business long enough to know that if I was to survive this, I would be wise to behave myself, do what I was told and be a proper slave; although I knew I much preferred being the broker to being the merchandise.

But, at the moment I only wanted two things really badly; to get my hands down and to take a piss. The first would happen when they felt like it and the second I had no choice about.

Looking down, I saw my dick squirm while I felt something inside relax. A tentative spray escaped the pucker of my foreskin, arced out nearly to the bars and stopped. It was followed by another spill, and then a steady spraying stream poured out, splattering on the cage front and puddling on the concrete floor. I had finished just as I heard more voices approaching.

A handsome, black-haired young woman and two heavily built and bare-chested men stopped in front of my cage, the woman consulting a clipboard as she side stepped the puddle of urine with her spectators.

“Good,” she said. “He’s awake. Bring him along.”

She walked in front while the men half dragged, half shoved me along between them. The halls they took me through were all white marble with brass....or gold accents. The only sounds were the clicking of her heels and the slap of my bare feet on the large tiles.

I was pushed into a large, damp and empty room where shower heads punctuated the walls and the tiles of the floor sloped toward a big drain in the center.

“Wash him, inside and out. Put the jeweled pouch on him when he is done. He will join the family for dinner. Mr. Racid wants to view him in their quarters first, however.”

When the men had finished scrubbing me with scented soap and had applied fragrant oils to my skin one of them forced me down into a squatting position over the big drain while the other brought a long hose fitted with a blunt metal fixture about a foot long at its end. Then, while I was held firmly the tube was carefully inserted into my rectum and I was filled with warm water.

I hollered and spat around the ball gag but they silently continued flushing me out until my abdomen ached and they had rinsed and dried me thoroughly.

“What? Where...? I sputtered as the gag was pulled from between my teeth and the chain was taken from my wrists.

The bald guard held a finger to his lips and I knew by his gesture that there was no speaking for the slaves in this house. The gag would no longer be necessary.

The pouch the woman had mentioned was a heavily bejeweled triangle that fit snugly between my legs, cupping my cock and balls, causing me to appear even more naked. While one of them positioned it on me the other guard produced a pair of golden hand cuffs and secured my wrists behind my butt. When they were satisfied with my appearance I was finally pushed out into the corridor and toward an open elevator waiting at the end of the long hall. The heavy pouch scratched uncomfortably against my thighs as I walked.

Several floors above, the elevator stopped and the guards led me out and along another more sumptuous hallway toward two heavy doors. I watched as one held his finger to his lips again and opened the doors just wide enough for me to enter.

The room was huge and richly appointed, warmed by the glow of many lamps and a crackling fire inside a hearth six men could stand in. Tapestries covered every wall and thick colorful rugs were spread across the stone floor. Two Great Danes rushed toward me, sniffing me and pressing their muzzles sharply into the full space between my legs.

The man who must have bought me stood across the room, a large martini glass in his hand and a very beautiful woman at his side. He had jet black hair, slightly greying at the temples and strict, handsome features. While not overly tall, he looked in perfect shape. He snapped his fingers and the dogs returned to him, panting and wagging their tails.

“This is the new boy from Vanderhalt?” asked the woman. “Come here, boy... let me see you...don’t be shy.”

“Yes...an American.”

I walked slowly toward them, keeping my eyes down. My knees were quaking and my palms were sweating against my ass.

“America..,” she said quietly as I approached. She pinched my right nipple hard and tentatively touched the ripples of my belly. “He is well built and pretty...I have always thought the boys are comely from the U.S. Turn around; let me see your back. Yes...see, very nice...strong. Good curve of his ass. You chose well, brother.”

“Vanderhalt took him to settle a debt. He was anxious to sell and I liked the price.”

I felt the flat of her hand caressing the surface of my still furry butt cheeks.

“The grooms did a nice job on him.”

“They did indeed. He smells wonderful.” She set her cocktail aside and had both hands at my back where the pouch was tied. I saw it fall away and my cock arc up, not hard but swollen, my proud skin partly back off the head.

“Mmm... A pretty uncut cock,” she crooned. “You let him keep these I see...unusual for you,” she said as she looked deep into my eyes and cupped my sizable nuts.

“Vanderhalt convinced me that he would bring more when I sold him if he were...intact. Never mind that now; I want to have dinner. Have one of the guards bring him along to the dining hall. The boys can have a look at him.”

Their dining hall was another sparkling, palatial room furnished with a huge table, many chairs and another flaming hearth. Colorful banners hung from the ceiling between two great glowing chandeliers and more hangings decorated the gleaming walls. A portrait of the man and woman framed in more gold hung above the mantel.

Two well groomed and handsome young men, one who appeared to be my age and one slightly younger rose from their seats as the couple entered. They greeted their father respectfully and turned toward me and the guard who followed. The bejeweled sack had been put back on but I felt very naked as they peered at me. The younger one stepped in close, pinched my nipple and tipped my chin up, looking into my eyes while the other one circled around to my back where he seemed more interested in my exposed ass. “An American, father? He has that fresh, tough look. Tell us...where did you find such a handsome boy?”

“The Dutch merchant had him. I thought he was handsome.”

“Oh, yes...comely indeed,” said the younger one, letting his hand fall to the front of the packed pouch. “And well fitted out, I think.”

“He is that,” the woman added.

“Did he breed him?” asked the other.

“No, he got him on a bad debt. I just happened in.” The man took his place at the head of the massive table and the others sat on either side while a string of servants began bringing platters of food.

“Under the table, boy...there may be something for you there.” said the eldest son while the guard coaxed me to my knees and I wriggled between the chairs.

One of them held a piece of meat beside his chair and I plucked it from his fingers with my teeth. He patted my shaved head as he would a big friendly dog.

They all took pleasure in feeding me, having me awkwardly dash between them on my knees. But, after I had been fed like that for some time, I was not surprised to see the older boy fumbling with the opening of his pants.

A long, hard cock jutted from the gap as he pushed the material back, exposing his generous, dark, hairy sack. The cock lurched up toward his belly, the tip having been trimmed of the loose flesh which I possessed. His crown flared out sharply from the thick shaft and a drop of shining ooze already glittered at the prick’s eye. He snapped his greasy fingers beside him and I slid my body between his slippered feet. His crotch had a fine musky, masculine scent, but there was also the smell of their soap and the spicy oils there.

With one hand he tipped the cock down as I slid my mouth around the turgid member, tantalizing the exposed glans. I sucked hungrily at the piss slit and tasted his sweet juice before sliding the length of him into my mouth and down my gullet.

“I....uh….have always found the slaves you have brought...uh... very ...appealing, father,” croaked the boy above me.

“As I am sure you find the talented mouth of this one, aye, Ari?” Racid peered under the table and saw me impaled on his son’s stiff member.

The boy chuckled nervously. “He does seem to have a proclivity for sucking cock, I’ll say.”

The younger son whined, “I didn’t see him naked yet and you’re already having him.”

“All in good time Salam. I bought him for our amusement. Over here, boy,” ordered the father, snapping his fingers beneath the table as he opened his fly.

That night I was taken to the sumptuous suite of rooms the sons shared on the floor above and chained to the side of the large mantel in the living area. The guard pulled the heavy cover from my inflated sex as he left the room, leaving my cock swaying between my thighs. In the fireplace logs crackled and the rising heat quickly became very uncomfortable. By the time the sons finally entered I was weak from the heat and sweat poured off my skin like a coat of rain. They ignored me while they went to their rooms, finally emerging wearing short robes. The older one, Ari went to the bar and prepared two drinks.

“Here Salam, I’ve made you a cocktail. You look parched, brother,” he said, while tormenting me.

“Yes, I am thirsty. Umm...this is so good and cool.”

I wanted to beg for a drink, but I knew I could not.

I shook my head, trying to get the stinging sweat from my eyes.

“I think the boy must be thirsty...standing there by that hot fire all this while. I think we should give him a drink. Don’t you brother?”

“Yes. I’ll bring him. You go first,” said the younger one as he approached me.

He unlocked the chain from around my neck and shoved me into the center of the room. I slipped on the tile floor and fell to my knees. As I struggled to get my feet under me Ari clapped a slippered foot against my neck.

“Oh no, slave boy...you’ll stay down. Just kneel up here.” He pulled the robe open and slipped it from his shoulders, tossing it aside while I obeyed.

His naked body was magnificent above me. I stared up the columns of his spread legs past his full crotch and onto the ripped plain of his abdomen. Above it, the mounds of his pectorals rose and fell in time with his even breaths. Black, silky hair covered his olive flesh and dark nipples, the size of half-dollars punctuated his breast. Below his navel the trail of hair from his belly grew into a luxuriant pelt enveloping his crotch. Through it I could see his balls, the size of eggs rolling within their flesh sack and above it the root of his swelling dark cock. He squeezed the purple head between thick fingers and stretched the penis toward me.

“Open up, boy and get your drink.”

From the corner of my eye I saw the younger one, shedding his robe also and circling toward his brother. I had suspected what they had in mind when they had begun taunting me and I gave myself to it, pinching my eyes shut and opening my mouth while he tilted my forehead back with his big hand.

His first stream fell across my shoulders and then up onto the bridge of my nose; the result of too much wine at dinner, I guessed. But, by the time he got his second stream flowing he had directed the solid spray easily into my open mouth.

I gagged on the volume of his acrid waste, trying to swallow as much as I could without choking or spitting, but he seemed unstoppable. Finally he released my head while he finished, spraying my chest and belly with the remains of his drooping stream.

“Come on, little brother. Give the boy your piss, too. He is ready,” Ari said as he shook his cock and stepped out of the puddle surrounding us.

I was still gasping for air while the younger one approached and spread his legs over me. He was not as thick or hairy as his brother, but was equally handsome, firm and muscular. He easily directed his penis toward me as he stroked it.

He was not hard, but swelling when his first jet splashed high on my face. He redirected and was able to center his flow straight into my mouth while I gagged and swallowed.

“Very nice little brother. Pee on the fucker,” jeered Ari from behind.

By the time he had finished I was soaking wet and stinking, kneeling in the pool of their urine.

“Over here, you....ah, ah, don’t get up.” He was standing next to a heavy table.

I went to him on all fours and he chained my neck to the table leg, so tight and close I could not move my head in any direction. I was nearly choking.

“You will stay put like a good dog while we go to bed. Good night.” He mocked as he turned off the lights and they went to their own rooms.

After only a short while my hands, legs and knees ached from the position I was in. And, when my head dropped from exhaustion, the chain tightened and I gagged. There was no choice but to force myself to try to stay awake.

I was half delirious after several hours when I heard a door open and saw Ari’s naked body quietly crossing in the light of the glowing fire. He didn’t speak a word as he unchained me and placed a bare foot on the back of my neck, forcing my face down to the cool tile. He squeezed my jaws hard and forced what I guessed was a pair of his underwear into my mouth. They smelled and tasted slightly of piss and that bittersweet spice.

“Must not wake my brother...” he whispered while he kicked my knees further apart. He stayed behind me while he spread a glob of cold lubricant deep into the crack of my ass. Then, while he held my nuts in his fingers, he slid his thumb up and into my hidden pucker.

I jolted from the sudden insertion, and then sighed into the gag as he began exploring my interior.

Several hours later, when he had finished brutalizing me and generally showing me one of the best times I had ever spent with another man, Ari called a servant and I was hustled back to my quarters. It surprised me that even in the pre-dawn hours there was someone there to wash me again and shove me back to my cage. I spread the towel I had been left with on the floor, curled up and quickly fell asleep.

Over the next weeks my life was much the same and I discovered that I had become somewhat of a nocturnal animal, sleeping during the day and being used for various entertainments by the family and their friends in the evenings. I became easily accustomed to some sort of routine.

But late one afternoon Ari and his friend Saia came for me. Again I was washed thoroughly, dressed in a simple black jock and handed over to them for their pleasure.

Ordinarily I looked forward to a session of rough fun with Ari; he was an expert and it never got too serious. But Saia, while he was one of the handsomest men I had ever seen, held something very dark, even lethal behind those beautiful cold, black eyes. There was an element in him capable of setting fear into the heart of even the most exuberant masochist. It was whispered between the cages that he had once beaten one of his own boys to death just for speaking.

I immediately diverted my gaze, not to look him in the eye and gain even more of his attention. They pulled me from the room and I was shoved along between them, while they chattered in their language and Saia delivered burning blows from a riding crop to my legs and butt. Finally we reached what had once been a weight room on the second floor of Racid’s massive mansion and I was pushed through the door. Inside, I saw my naked figure with the two clothed men reflected in what was left of a long mirrored wall to our right. The cracks and breaks in the glass gave a weird carnival like appearance to our strange parade.

Another young man awaited us, already stripped naked and suspended on one of two large St. Andrew’s crosses which had been installed on the wall where equipment had once been anchored. He raised his head and looked toward me through bleary eyes as we crossed the room.

He appeared to be slightly younger than myself and was very handsome, with soft brown eyes but strong, hard features. Dark tousled hair capped his head and a dusky two day growth of beard shadowed his jowls and neck. His thick chest and striated abdomen were dusted with brown fur between the mounds of his pectorals, around his pouting nipples and below his deep navel. His belly rose and fell easily with his slow, steady breaths.

Between his thighs his cock hung thick and lax over the long fleshy bag and his egg sized balls. At the sight of us he stirred in his bonds, his sex wobbling in the void between his splayed legs.

“Secure him...facing us,” Saia ordered while he pulled off his robe and tossed it aside.

Not only was this man beautiful and his heavily muscled body splendid, but his thick chest and segmented belly were coated with rich black fur. He stood behind Ari wearing only the traditional white cloth which was wrapped about his waist and tucked between his legs, concealing his equipment.

Ari had stretched my arms up and fastened my wrists into the leather shackles at the top corners of the cross while Saia slipped the jock down my legs and off my feet. By the time my ankles were shackled to the base my cock had fully risen and the foreskin had pulled back from the thick head. It throbbed before me in the cool air.

“It looks like this one is ready for us, my brother. Let us not keep our slaves waiting.” He said as he approached, stroked the bottom of my cock and tilted my chin up enough to look into my eyes. He smoothed his hand across my chest, pinching one taut nipple until I winced and then the other.

Behind him Ari was stripping out of his jeans and shirt. I watched the muscles of his broad back ripple beneath his olive skin as he moved. His thick cock was hard as it bobbed free of his pants, his ample nuts flopping against his stout thighs. Stepping in front of the other man he placed the flat of his palm on his shaved pubis and slowly lowered it until he had cupped his balls with his fingers and encircled his big, swelling cock.

The young man moaned around the ball gag.

Saia produced a length of chain fitted with an alligator clip at each end, pinched my left nipple hard and attached one end.

I heard myself cry out as the teeth tore into my tender flesh. He wedged a piece of sour cloth into my mouth and grinned as he applied the other cruel clip and tugged suddenly on the chain. I writhed on the cross and screamed into the gag while pellets of blood sprang from my chest.

“This boy is truly beautiful; his body and cock...beautiful.” Ari was fondling the growing member about the flaring head while with his other hand he massaged his full balls in their long sack. He was moving his face from side to side around the man’s face, as if he were enjoying his fresh male scent. Cupping the man’s face in his big hands he covered his mouth with his own in a languid, wet kiss.

“I work him every day. His body is splendid and his face handsome I think. I am pleased you like him, my friend. I bought him for our enjoyment,” Saia said as he lapped the blood from my skin and began unwrapping the cloth from his waist. He stepped from its remnants and pulled at his already hardened prick.

It arced up from the glistening black nest at the base of his belly, the trimmed crown curving out from its shaft and a drop of gleaming pre-cum leaking already from its eye. His sack hung low and full between his solid thighs. He stroked himself as he walked toward Ari, tantalizing his ready sex.

“Kneel here and taste him, my friend. See how sweet his flesh is.”

I watched as Ari knelt up before the bound man and slowly leaned into him, drawing the tip of his hardened cock into the warmth of his sensuous mouth. He closed his lips around the veiny shaft and took it in until his chin rested against the flesh of his full sack before pulling back to the engorged crown. Slick sucking sounds and the moans of the young man echoed in the hollow room while Ari concentrated on sucking the engorged member.

The handsome slave pulled up hard on the bonds of his wrists, his head flailing on his shoulders while the man at his crotch drove him toward the inevitable climax. He moaned aloud into the gag and thrust his hips forward as far as he could as Ari seemed to devour his rampant sex.

Saia’s face was on the man’s chest licking and biting at one tit and then the other in turn, driving the man into shuddering jolts of ecstasy.

My own cock throbbed against my belly and my balls began to ache while I watched the sensual exhibit of these handsome men, unable to get the relief I badly needed. While they ministered to him they all seemed to go into a dream together, their only reality the sensations raging through their bodies.

Ari held the man’s cock and balls tightly in one hand while he licked hungrily at the flesh of the bulbous head and into the long slit, collecting the man’s sweet juice as it was pumped to the tip before diving again onto the dusky prick. He folded the glistening cock up to his belly and lowered his mouth to the flesh of the man’s solid balls, sucking in one and then the other, tormenting the meaty orbs. He continued handling his own cock as he played with the slave, long stroking his heavy shaft then teasing the bold corona until he was moaning aloud between the mans bound legs.

Suddenly the slave’s breaths became huge sighs and he struggled harder in his bonds. The muscles along his thick torso tightened as he began to cry out, giving himself to the orgasm racing through him.

Ari slowed the rhythm of his attentions and opened his mouth, drawing back until just the tip of the convulsing cock lay on his extended tongue.

The man let loose a savage cry while his cock recoiled and shot the first long bolt of white seed back into Ari’s waiting maw. He shouted and cursed into the gag while his prick lurched again and again, flinging out bolt after bolt until there was no more than a opalescent stream leaking onto the chin of the man kneeling before him.

Saia lowered his naked body and licked the trailing cum from his friend’s face before covering his mouth with his own to share the sweet salty load between them.

“I told you his gifts were sweet...did I not tell the truth?” Saia said as he straightened and began to lick again across the exhausted slaves heaving chest and up into the pit beneath the man’s s taut bicep.

The slave sighed aloud and gave himself to the sensation.

“You did, my friend.” Ari had pressed his handsome face between the boy’s legs and was gently tonguing the hard muscles of his thigh just beside his drained balls. He easily located the pounding artery and sensuously sunk his preternatural teeth into the taut flesh and began to feed.

He didn’t notice the drops of blood falling onto the back of his head.

I screamed and Saia directed his black eyes at me from beneath the struggling arm.