Gay Erotic Stories

I spent my summer holidays in Britain.

Hiking and touring through the various counties I found so much that caught my interest, but none more so than the crumbling old Abbey I happened upon. It was standing in the middle of a windswept barren moor.

Walking though the apse I came to a dark archway with worn stone steps leading down into what I guessed was the crypt. The air smelt musty and dank but my curiosity led me to follow the steps downwards. The batteries in my torch were running low so I only had a faint light to guide me. As I descended deeper into the abyss I had a strange feeling that I was not alone.

At the bottom of the stairs was a corridor and I could see a faint glimmer of light a short distance along it. I went forward and came to a turning. I was amazed to see flaming torches set in brackets along the stone walls.

At the end of the corridor was a set of large wooden doors and I heard voices chanting monotonously from the other side. As I got closer to the doors, everything suddenly went black. Some sort of cloth or hood had been roughly thrown over my head. I was grabbed from behind and the hood was pulled tighter around my neck. I struggled desperately but whoever was holding me was stronger than I and there was more than one of them.

Breathing heavily inside the hood my nostrils were assailed by a strange odour, a mixture of mould and strong incense. The more I breathed, the stronger the smell and I was soon starting to feel dizzy. My brain wasn’t functioning properly; my legs felt like tree trunks and my feet like planks of wood. My knees started to buckle under me but strong arms prevented me from falling.

As the doors creaked open the chanting stopped abruptly and I guess I must have fainted. As my brain slowly cleared I could hear shuffling movements and many voices murmuring. The hood was still over my head and I could still smell that strange aroma. My body felt cold on the outside but warm and fuzzy on the inside. I felt as though I was floating, but I knew that I was lying on some hard cold surface. I tried to move without success and realized that my arms and legs were anchored down in some way. I tried to lift my head but that too was futile.

The hood was pulled off and as my eyes became accustomed to the light of the flaming torches set in the walls, I saw that I was, in fact, strapped down on top of a stone slab. My wrists were enclosed in metal brackets set into each corner of the rough stone and my knees were cranked up and strapped in some kind of medieval contraption which caused my legs to be spread and my ass lifted slightly off the surface. A broad strap had been pulled across my throat to prevent me from lifting my head. I also realized, to my horror that I had been stripped of my clothes; my jeans and t-shirt, my sox and sneakers were all lying in a pile at the foot of the slab. I was relieved to feel that I was still wearing my briefs.

But this did not last. Strong hands started rubbing up and down my body spreading some kind of slippery substance into my skin. Rough hands grabbed the opening in the front my briefs and they were roughly ripped apart and tossed onto the pile of clothing. The hands started rubbing over my butt cheeks; fingers running up and down my ass-crack; and then I felt the first sting as a hand slapped hard on my naked ass. My struggles were futile and my ass started to burn with each subsequent slap. Tears welled up and overflowed down my cheeks. My ass stung like crazy and burned like hell. I screamed and yelled as each painful slap added more pain to my already raw ass. My torn briefs were wadded up and stuffed into my mouth.

Figures cloaked in monk’s habits floated around the room. I could see that some of the habits were open in front with huge cocks sticking out. One figure carried a large black object shaped like a gigantic cock and he kept rubbing it between his hands, spreading some kind of cream all over it. I watched as he moved towards the foot of the stone slab.

A hand started rubbing up and down my ass-crack again, over my hole, between my legs and onto my hanging balls. Whatever he was rubbing into my skin felt cold and wet; then it started to feel warm; then it felt hot and then it started to burn! My ass-ring was spasming; the skin of my crack and between my legs was starting to burn like crazy and my balls were contracting with the pain. My cock involuntarily started to swell. It throbbed and thickened. It felt harder than I had ever known it to feel before.

Suddenly I felt something hard pressing against my ass-ring. It pushed against my pucker forcing my sphincter muscle open. It felt like my hole was being ripped apart! The same stinging, burning sensation spread through my guts as the huge dildo was pushed deeper inside me. My thighs shuddered uncontrollably. My whole body writhed in lust as the dildo started fucking up inside me. I moaned into the briefs stuffed in my mouth as my hard cock slapped up and down against my belly. My balls were on fire and my ass was burning and still the dildo was pushed in and out of my ass.

My balls exploded--cum shot out of the slit of my bouncing cock and sprayed all over my body dripping down onto the stone beneath me. Spurt after spurt of boy-cream spewed from my hard cock.

The chanting of the monks started up again as they moved in to form a tight circle around the slab and shot all their cum over my prone body. It splattered over my chest and stomach; those at the head spraying into my hair and over my face. Strings of warm cum shot across my eyelids, my nose and my lips. It dribbled down the sides of my neck and onto the stone. From my shoulders it ran down into my open armpits. I felt it running down the crack of my ass and my thighs and onto the back of my balls as those at the foot of the slab shot against my ass and legs. Monk after Monk shot his sperm all over me. As one finished, another took his place. It felt like I was drowning in a river of cum.

But I didn’t care! I knew I was theirs!

I knew I would never leave the Abbey again.

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