Gay Erotic Stories

I'm sitting opposite of you in the living room. You beckon me over to cuddle up with you. I glare at you before spitting out a defiant no. You raise an eyebrow at me as if I've just sprouted a second head.

"Excuse me?" Almost as if to give me a second chance that I most definitely didn't deserve, nor did I want.

"Did I stutter? I said no."

You walk across the room and pull me up by my chin. I can feel the pit in my stomach fill with excitement, but a slight fear. What if I'd pushed you too far. You stare down at me, and I roll my eyes at you.

"I'm getting really sick of this bratty attitude, boy."

"And?" I say with as much attitude as I possibly could. I can feel your distaste for my newfound disobedience.

"Go to the dining room."

"And why the hell would I do that?"

"Do not talk back to me. I said so. That's all the reason you need."

I huff and puff as I trudge into the dining room. You walk in behind me and strip me of my boxers.

"Bend over the table."

"No!"

"Bend. Over. Or I'll do it for you."

I bend over to pull boxers back up, and you push me forward onto the table. You pull off your belt in one swift motion. I brace against the able to propel myself back, but you push me flat on my face before I have the chance.

"You haven't been the same good, little boy lately, and I need to change that. You need to be taught a lesson on respect."

"Fat chance."

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"You hit like a girl." I can feel the intolerance for my shitty attitude in the tightening grip on my wrist as you pin it behind by back.

"You're going to count as so: One. Thank you, Sir. May I please have another. If you don't, I'm adding an extra five. Understood, boy?"

"Yea."

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"Don't yea me. Use your manners, boy."

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"Yes, Sir." I say with hesitance. I bite my lip, and hold my breath,

"Then we'll begin."

the first lick

"One. Thank you, Sir. May I please have another?"

the second

"Two. Thank you, Sir. May I please have another?"

You pull back and swing a bit harder this time. The sting sets in a bit more. And a bit more, each lick a bit harder than the last. Finally you hit 15. With tear stained cheeks, I'm apologising pathetically for being so disobedient, assuring it won't happen again.

"I'll be a good boy, Sir! I promise!" I quiver as the belt falls against me again. Once we've reached 20, you stop. You run your hands over my ass, appreciating the faint welts.

"You took your punishment very well, boy. Come here."

You sit down, and pull me into you lap. I curl up against you, and apologise for my behaviour; You pet my hair and shush me.

"Are you going to be a good boy?"

I vehemently promise that I will, clutching to your shirt and burying my face in your neck.

"Good. Now I want you to do something for me. Go lay face down in the bed. I'll rub some lotion on your lovely, little ass, and maybe just maybe if you're good for me, I might give you some much needed cock. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful, Daddy!" I practically jump from your lap, kiss you on the cheek and scamper off to the bedroom.

You come in shortly there after and rub lotion on me, from me neck to my knees, especially my well-deserved and much need welts of discipline. Rubbing turns into massaging, which gradually becomes slipping two fingers in to me. I writhe with excitement. Gentle, soft moans escape me, begging for more.

"Mm.. roll over."

I obey without question, spreading my legs, biting my lip, and desiring nothing more than for you to take me mercilessly. You stand at the foot of the bed and pull me towards you.

"Earn it."

I undo your pants; they drop to the floor. Next goes your shirt. I trail kisses down your neck, chest and abdomen. I get on all fours, and lastly release you from your boxers.

I take hold of you at the base and take you into my mouth slowly to avoid my gag reflex, but you don't allow for that. You intertwine your fingers in my hair, and force it down my throat. I'm gagging horribly and salivating piteously. But I refuse to stop in the hopes of what may come.

You pull out once full erect and push me on my back.

"Roll over, and show off for Daddy."

I roll onto my stomach and arch my back to perfectly show off my ass. You give it a firm slap before teasing me with one finger. Then two. Then adding lubricant. Then biting one cheek. Then a slap. Then you place your cock on my ass, killing me with anticipation.

"Daddy, please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

You grab my ass for a moment, and slap it once more.

"Patience, my dear boy. Patience."

"But Daddy! Please, I need it." My face is flushed the brightest hue of red.

"Do you now? Well, I'll have to take that into consideration."

"Daddy!"

"Shhh." You chuckle at my neediness.

"Someone sounds hungry"

"Starving." I whine at you.

"Well, I can't have my boy suffering now, can I ?"

You push just the head in. I push back on you in shear elation.

"Uh-uh, don't push back. You take what I give you, when I give it to you."

I pout in agitation.

"But Daddy, I need it. I need it all. Please!"

You swat my ass again.

"Hush."

I bite the pillow, my whines muffled.

You slowly push inside of me, the deeper you go the more intense my moans. Once you've pushed all the way in, you latch onto my hair and thrust deliberately with delay. I clutch at the sheets, begging you to fuck me without mercy.

"Daddy, please. Harder."

You lay on top of me, run your arms underneath my chest, and take hold of wrists. You give me exactly what I begged of you. My gentle moans turn into whispers. Those become gasps for air between thank you's. Those of course become blubbering stutters of ecstasy with gasps and hard exhales. You bite my neck, your laboured breathing sending chills down dancing down my spine.

You take firm hold of my waist as you aggressively propel yourself into me before releasing a thick, warm flood of cum inside of me. You stop for a moment to regain your composure. You turn my face to the side and kiss my cheek sweetly

"You've been a very good boy. I want you to come for me."

I nod weakly, "Yes, Sir."

You roll me onto my back, I wrap my legs around you as you interject yourself into me once more. I tangle my fingers in our hair and clutch at the sheets. I toss my head back and hold my breath. I tighten my grip around you.

"D-..D-Daddy.." I stutter out as I reach my climax. You smile at me and lay forward, kissing my forehead and running your fingers through my hair as I stabilise my breathing.

"Thank you, Sir." I say weakly as my eyelids become too heavy to keep open any longer.