Gay Erotic Stories

Here in Texas we have a private campground in a very isolated small town near the center of the state. It is equidistant from all the major cities: Dallas/Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, and San Antonio. It is about an hour from the small city of Waco. No one in Texas has to drive more than a few hours to get to it, with the exception of El Paso and far west Texas. The site is owned by a consortium of gay leather and motorcycle clubs around the state. Several times a year these clubs hold “runs”…an old term from the biker crowd. Essentially it is a weekend campout of gay men…sometimes upwards of two hundred gay men, camping together, going nude when the weather is right, and playing with each other after dark in large groups and in tents in small and private trysts. Other weekends are gatherings for site maintenance, yard work, etc. It is a very active place during the warmer season, although a run is also held over New Year’s each year. There are showers, flush toilets, a well-equipped kitchen, and a pole barn or pavilion with picnic tables and a stage where shows are often performed. All in all it’s a great place and on some occasions it is also a serious venue for serious sexual playtime. In the lower area of the site a “compound” has been set up. This area is out of the way from view of the main camping areas so as to afford people the ability to avoid going down there. And with good reason: it is not for the faint of heart. In the compound there are usually about five or six leather slings, a large fisting and fucking table, a jail cell, an old Nautilus gym set, a sitting area to view the games, a piss tub, stocks, and a St. Andrew’s cross of oak with shackles. This is the story of how my faggot bitch had his first compound experience. I had met him online in a gay chat room. He was very hesitant to come over to my place but eventually did. I discovered that he was a married man, virtually totally inexperienced at man sex, but oh-so-willing to be trained. After a few visits and some very basic gay sexual games with this man, I discovered that he wanted badly to become a slave bitch faggot to me. His hole needed real training; he also needed to learn to trust his Master Daddy, which he did in short order. My bitch is ex-military and very buff and a beautiful man in many ways: Quiet, very masculine, very handsome, and very well hung, but truly new at this shit. His only previous gay work was a few non-cum blowjobs in the military. I suggested that he go camping with me to the site and he readily agreed. I emailed a few of my leather buddies to prepare them for the scene I wanted my bitch to do the first night there. They were happy to oblige me. My faggot boy and I arrived at the site about 5 PM that Friday night. Since my tent is always there, we showered and douched quickly and took a short nap. He fell deep asleep and snored gently in my tent. About 10 PM I carefully bound his hands in cuffs, stripped him naked, applied a rubber cock ring to his balls and dick, applied a blindfold to his head, and began to gently rub his ass to awaken him. I whispered in his ear, “Boy, it is time. It is time for the bitch to be trained properly by Daddy’s buddies.” Jerry and Tim, two masters, were waiting in full leather outside the tent. I signaled them to unzip the door and the three of us led Bitch down to the compound, about five hundred feet from my tent. Tim was muttering something about Boy’s hot ass. I told Tim that he could have it later if he wanted. Bitch moaned. He could not see where we were taking him. Little did the Bitch know that Tim has a fourteen-inch beer-can cock. When we arrived, there were about fifteen guys in full leather waiting for us. We lifted Bitch into the larger of the slings, which was rigged up between four trees in a clearing. There were patio torches around the sling area and the men were all gathered nearby; they were drinking beer, smoking cigars, and very quiet. Ron joined us and we helped the Bitch into the sling. We tied all of his limbs so he could not move. Now this sling does not swing much; it is very stationary in the trees. Slowly some guys approached and were saying things like, “Man, that faggot sure is buffed. Shit look at that fine man pussy ass of his. Shit that bitch is hung too!” Ron approached closer with a dildo. “Jack, does the bitch’s hole need to be opened?” I said, “Go for it!” The dildo was a medium- sized but thick, black jelly dong, and dripping with KY lube. My bitch began to moan when he heard this. The boys all held him still in the sling while Ron and I gently nudged the head of the dildo up to his hole. Remember that this boy had never had a cock there before and only smaller plugs. The ass swallowed the dildo fast, like it was hungry for it. Ron rammed it in and out of him several times and then I said, “Stop! He needs something larger…who has the cock for my bitch?” Devon, our Jamaican buddy, was ready and standing there with his twelve-inch cock as hard as a metal pole. Devon is all top with powerful hips and thighs. He has destroyed many a rectum with his beer-can pole. I reached down and gave my bitch a full hit of Jungle Juice poppers and whispered in his ear, “Now faggot you are gonna feel real man sex in your man pussy. Devon is gonna ram his big Jamaican cock all the way up to his pubes. This is the real deal, bitch. Bitch, I have rubbered this black cock double thick with Magnum rubbers and greased it wet for your hole, boy. Take it like a man!” At this point I signaled two of my buddies to start chewing on the bitch’s tits. I jammed a jock full of aroma into his mouth and held his head while Devon inserted the head of his cock into his hole. Devon is an expert at “ring teasing,” where you tease the anus muscle gently with the outer edge of the corona, thus opening the anus fully to receive the top’s cock. Devon did about ten ring teases and waited for my final signal. I whispered into my faggot’s ear, “Now boy, you’re gonna get the full monster cock” Devon pulled back his ass and legs and jammed all fourteen inches fast into the mancunt. We were holding the sling stationary so the bitch couldn’t move at all. He screamed aloud when this happened, but I told Devon to go for it. For the next half hour this big Jamaican just stood there and plowed that bitch into ecstasy. I kept loading poppers into the jock and the faggot got very, very stoned. Devon finally shot a full load into the rubber’s nipple end and withdrew exhausted. There were fifteen men lined up behind him, rubbered up, and greased dripping wet. For the next two solid hours they took turns on the bitch’s hole. Finally my faggot boy passed out. I put a halt to the activities. We carried him back to my tent and I held him in my arms all night, kissing his ears, and telling him how proud his Daddy was of how well he had proven his manhood that night. We repeated this scene for the next three nights. And that is how my faggot pussy boy became a REAL man.