Gay Erotic Stories

Pro’Phallus awoke after entering the inter-dimensional portal to find himself in a strange chamber surrounded by men he’d never seen. “They must be the Guardians of Manhood!” he thought and wondered what may lie ahead. His powerful wrists had been skillfully lashed together as well as his shapely ankles. It was all he could do to keep his fabulously muscled and well-toned body from obeying the natural urge to attempt to break free by bucking and writhing on the table. He forced himself to lie quietly, regarding his captors with his piercing blue eyes. Pro’Phallus felt a stab of fear but called upon his Penis Strength to help him push the fear away. His mighty testes, the font of his power, generated the energy and vigor he needed to clear his mind. A drop of sweat glistened on the young man’s rippling chest and trickled slowly down the bronzed skin between his mountainous pectorals. One of the men stepped forward. “We are the Guardians of Manhood,” he boomed. “It is our task to test you to insure you’re deserving of the mantle you seek.” He moved directly to the table and placed his hot hand on the nubile youth’s right pec and began to slowly knead and massage the hardening bud. The man-nipple bloomed and swelled into a mountainous peak as the others stepped forward to evaluate the worthiness of his body. Hot, hungry hands expertly swarmed over his exquisite physique; pinching his great, raised nipples, tracing his rock hard stomach, his lithe, sinewy legs, his brawny chest and shoulders. His foot long rod of power lay at full staff upon his washboard abs; his rhythmic pulse beating patiently and noticeably in his bountiful genitals while they made their appraisal. “He is indeed an excellent specimen, but so was the last one.” “See how his sac of power swells and throbs as though it contains twin living entities.” “And that cock! By the Gods he has a mighty member! I could feel its aura from over there.” Pro’Phallus watched and listened as they decided his fate, never shrinking, never blinking in the face of possible disaster. He forced himself to think positively relying on his envisioned destiny as Penis Man to see him through. “How old are you, boy?” asked the Leader of the Guardians. “I have seen 19 years, Great One,” replied the prostrate Pro’Phallus. “You are indeed young. Tell me, have you experimented with your wellspring of strength or your root of power from whence your abilities flow?” Pro’Phallus blushed deeply but did not hesitate with his answer. “Indeed, mighty Guardians, I refresh my well of manhood once a week to keep its contents virile and robust.” “You have the audacity to tell us that you squander the milk of manhood by spilling your strength to the wind? How dare you waste your precious gift in such a careless manner?” “My juices are not wasted, as you suggest. I recycle my power by ingesting them myself through auto-fellatio. My spent seed refreshes my soul.” Excited murmurs echoed through the chamber. “Who taught you to do such a thing?” “No one, sir.” “Then where did you hear of this practice?” “I’ve never heard of it or read about it anywhere. It just seemed the right thing to do to protect myself against the weakening effects of cumming. I am fortified and strengthened by the powers contained in my own eruptions.” “We must speak among ourselves!” said the Leader as they adjourned to another room. Several of them turned to behold his mighty, pulsating, blue-veined organ one last time before exiting. A short time later the leader of the Guardians of Manhood re-entered the room. “Pro’Phallus of Virilus, we have determined that you are worthy to attempt the Twelve Trials of Penis Man. You must pass each challenge in order to obtain the noble mantle of Penis Man. I hereby advise you that failure mandates that you are stripped of your Virilon powers and sent to live the rest of your life as a sex-slave on the penal planet. Knowing the terms and the danger, what say you?” The virile young man was overcome by a wave of joy and excitement as the terms were put to him. He flexed his bronzed, mighty muscles, which were now coated and glowing with a layer of his sweet, musky man-sweat and freed himself easily from the bonds of the Guardians. He placed his large, powerful hands on his trim hips and tossed back his shoulder-length, honey-gold hair. He inhaled sharply causing his muscles to stand out in relief on his 6’2” frame. His manhood was bursting with youth and vigor as it swayed proudly above his prodigious ball sac. “Guardians of Manhood, I accept your challenge to undergo the Twelve Trials of Penis Man. My destiny demands this of me. Do as you will.” To be continued…