Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. Full Circle By Nathan Harvey I was Carlson Tennyson and I was a man to be reckoned with. I am in my early thirties and I was already richer than any man deserves to be. It was said that I was one of the cruelest most arrogant fagots in town. Strong men would pale when I entered The Leathers bar looking for my new conquest. I would select my victim and then seduce him with charm. If that didn’t work I would offer money. I’d learned that tactic from my father at a very young age--every man had his price. Money could buy me anything I wanted and I bought everything I wanted. When a man said no it was a matter of finding his soft spot, sometimes it was a loss of his job, or perhaps his home. Other times it was something he cherished. A straight married man could be fucked if he thought it would save his wife or daughter from harm. Washington my nigger driver had always warned me that someday I was going to pay the price for my actions--laughing saying. “…what goes around comes around in a full circle and when that happens you will be gladly pay the price.” I’d long since found that with money, any man could be had and I always got what I wanted. There wasn’t a man in town I didn’t have at least once. I liked a lot of variety and when I would get bored, it was a small matter to jet to someplace warm and wonderful. Men were the same everywhere and my money did my talking and my cock did my fucking. I lived now for the moment, for the next ass to plunder. I was young and some said I was handsome and I was going to make damn sure I got what was coming to me. Poor Washington was there to always pick me up when I fell, so what the hell! I was damn well going to fuck my way across America and Europe and back. If there was time as my last fling I was going to get some of that back ass in Africa. I had seen Washington naked a few times and I knew niggers were hot and hung. Then my life came to this crashing end. I was stunned when the bank returned my checks saying I was insolvent. Living at this accelerated pace I had managed to go from incredibly rich to almost penniless in a matter of ten short years. Well today I was going to blow what little money I had left. I was going to celebrate with something really different. All my live I had screwed white boys, but I fantasized about fucking a nigger’s black ass—and tonight I was going to do it--but it was going to be in style. I wasn’t just going to rent some darkie by the hour, I wanted a banquette of hot nigger assess to pick and choose from. I decided tonight I was going to have it all--I would make those black boys beg for me to fuck them. When I told Washington, my black driver, what I wanted--being the ever-faithful obedient servant he suggested I should save what little money I had left. Washington knew I would get what I wanted, so he began telling me about this seedy black steam bath were all the black hunks hung out. Wanting to know more, he said it was located above a linen shop on the near north side of the city. I told him to make the arrangements for me. When he set the phone down he said I was going to get all the black men I could handle. The told me they said that if I’d come tonight, that they would be all ready for me. It was then I told Washington I was sorry, but I would no longer be able to keep him in my employment. He said he understood. Then he left the room to bring the car around. Leave it to Washington to mother me, for as long as I could remember he had wiped my nose and my ass. When I went cruising, he would always follow me in the limo making sure I was safe. In Washington’s own way I think he loved me, because he was always there to take care of me. He had looked after me all though school and in my wild untamed years. No mater how badly I treated the man, he always was there for me. As I told him so often, it was a shame he was a nigger--we might have been friends. Well that was another matter, he was born to serve and I was born a taker. He said noting on that long drive, and finally pulled up in front of the building. He pointed out the entrance to the Baths. Getting out of the Limo and heading toward the stairway on the south side of the shop, I turned to see Washington pulling away. For the first time in my life I didn’t have him watching over me. I got a lot of looks and catcalls from the blacks loitering outside the bath. I gave them the finger. I was use to being checked out--but not by this worthless black trash. If I do say so myself I was one hot looking dude. Shit, I always attracted attention wherever I went. Well as Scarlet said, “Tomorrow’s another day.” After heading up the dark stairs, I entered the main room. I could see it wasn’t much of a place, but at least it was clean. Washington had told me to asked for Walter and tell him that he’d sent me. Watching as these two blacks flashed their membership cards and paid the entrance fee, the door clicked and they went inside. Moving up to this small barred window, I saw this big mean looking bare-chested black man. Leaning forward in this threatening manner, he said this club was for members only, then added black members. He asked what a white honky wanted here anyway. Not to be put off by this rude black beast, I said Washington Addison had called about me coming down that he had paid for me to get the full treatment. After giving me a dirty smile, he shoved this paper in front of me and said it was necessary to sign a waver for injury before he could let me in. After I signed, he shoved a key at me and pointed to this black steel door. There was a click and as I opened the door, he said everything had been arranged--just as Washington had requested. As I was going in and he was still busy asking the guys for their membership cards, I heard one of them asking what the honky was doing here. I heard him telling them something about training him for his new master. I figured it really didn’t concern me. I was just hot to fuck some nigger ass. Moving down the narrow little hall and passing some hunky looking niggers, I knew this was going to be one hot night. Passing cubical after cubical I was pleasantly surprised to find this room with a normal door on it. Washington had outdone himself this time. Going in, I was pleased to find the room almost pleasant. I began to undress and after I was naked, I wrapped a towel around my middle. I wanted to get the lay of the land, so to speak. As soon as I opened the door, these two big blacks stood there blocking my way. Looking me up and down, one taller one said I must be the new boy here for training. Telling him I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, he asked if my name was Carlson Tennyson. When I said yes he reached over and pulled off my towel. Then after he positioned himself behind me, he shoved this needle in my ass. He told me to relax--I was about to begin training for my new role in life. He shoved me back into the room saying he was going to get to show me what a real man felt like up my ass. After looking at his enormous cock, I said that there was no way he was going to shove that horse cock of his up my ass. After trying to push past him, I suddenly found myself on my back on that little cot with him puling my legs up over his shoulders. Then I heard the announcement blaring over the P.A, “We have a white meat special tonight in room forty five for training. Enjoy yourselves Boys.” I immediately wanted to fight him off, but suddenly the room seemed to be spinning and I began getting this strange far away feeling. Trying to focus on this face, I saw him grinning at me. I heard him say he was about to find out if my honky ass was as sweet a fuck as the boys said it would be. As if in a daze, I just watched him reach over and grab a fist full of lube from a big tin can. He began greasing himself up. Then he rammed a finger of the stuff up my ass and worked his fingers into me. He then laughed, telling the other guy that they had a real virgin here. I began screaming out “NO” Then I was begging him not to do this. Suddenly, there was this blinding white pain in my ass as he made entry. I tried to scream again, but the other man quickly forced a gag into my mouth, saying we didn’t want to disturbed the other men having a good time here tonight. I now realized there was no way in hell I could fight both of them off. My arms now felt like they weighed a thousand pounds each and finding myself bent almost double, I was now at their mercy. Feeling that monstrous cock pushing deeper into my ass, I began thrashing around trying to escape the weapon. My assailant was just laughing. Then he made a giant thrust. The pain ripped through me--I must have fainted. When I came around it felt like this black bastard had crawled inside my body. As he continued pounding my ass with his cock, my whole body was being jarred. I’d never known such pain--with each thrust my whole insides seemed to be ripped apart. Still, I could feel my cock--now hard as a rock-- pressing against his chest. To my horror, I was leaking cum all over my belly as my body began responding to him. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, he then began gyrating his hips--stretching my ass even wider. Slowly my body began accept that enormous cock inside me and he began sliding in and out of my ass like a well-oiled machine. Then I heard him groan, and immediately thereafter, I felt this blast of cum shooting into my gut. Then my own cock began spewing it load of cum all over my stomach.. His face was close to mine now. He grinned and laughing said, “See bitch, you love black meat up your ass--and tonight is you lucky night!” Looking around in panic, I could see the room filling with all these black bodies--all wanting a piece of me. Then someone pulled the gag from my mouth and shoved his cock down my throat. By now my body was raging with this wild lust and I began sucking on that cock like an animal on its mama’s tit. I felt another needle invade my ass. My ass began to feel like it was on fire, and the only thing that could put it out was another big black cock. No sooner was one cock finished with me, than I was begging for another. My last conscious thoughts were that this wasn’t how it was suppose to be--I was not the one to be fucked--I was the stud here. In utter desperation I began to realize that Washington was the one that was doing this to me. I was going to rip that bastard’s balls off when I got my hands on him. About then someone shoved this popper-soaked rag in my face, forcing me to breathe in that fowl smelling stuff. Trying in my mind to fight those wild cravings that were now raging through my body, I finally surrendered to my lustful libido, and began begging for more. It must have been several hours that the men pulled me around and pushed me into every know position humanly possible, forcing their cocks into every opening in my body. Finally, there was this soft voice in my ear telling me I was nothing--I was a slut--unfit for anything but being a whore. Slowly even my mind began accepting I was nothing but a bitch. My mind was so confused and my body craved still more cock. Then there were those continuing shots in the ass and my mind just seemed to cease functioning and my body took control of my actions. After a while I began to need those shots—hell I was now begging for them! I was on this high and I didn’t want to come down. My mind didn’t even realize that the hours were becoming days and the days had become weeks. The shots and the fucking went on. My mind had simply shut down. My only need now was to be used--to be fucked. This was now my life my very existence. My body craved these black gods and I was eager and willing to be their whore--their toilet or even their personal valet. Using my tongue, I would lick their bodies clean and if they raised their arms I would clean their armpits. If they lifted their legs, I would then lick and clean their balls. My life’s total purpose was to serve and to be used. When they finally led me to the showers, someone said I was now graduating--this was the final step. This wall of black men made a circle around me, and then they began giving me a golden shower. Once I was soaked with urine, they began shaving my head and body. Kneeling there as my hair fell around me in urine soaked clumps, the last of my manhood slipped away. I was no more than a vessel for these men now, someone to give them release. When they had finished with me, they hosed the loose hair off of me by pissing on me again. I had no pride now. I was a thing to be used. Then, this one older black man came forward with his big heavy cock hanging in front of me. He lifted it and pressed it to my lips. I opened my mouth and he began pissing into my throat. I then bowed my head, having again accepted I was nothing but filth--put here to service any man. I was then led to another room where I was fitted with this metal collar. When that had been fixed and secured permanently around my neck, I was told this collar was to always remind me that I was nothing but a worthless slave--born to serve. Bowing my head in submission, I willfully acknowledged the fact. I now accepted my new life. My world became this bench in the shower room where I was kept chained. I was now a fixture of the bath. I was now fucked day and night by all kinds of black men, young and old, big and small. It no longer mattered what they looked like, the only thing that mattered to me now was what was hanging between their legs. Whoever I had once been, was just a dim memory now. Whatever life I had had became a distant, unreal memory. I was a servant, a whore for any man that wanted me. Over that next month, my only dream was to have a master that I could serve and please. Laying there on my bench covered with cum and urine, when I was alone and I would hear someone in the hall, I would call out--begging them to come in and fuck me. My was life now about service. That was how Washington found me! --naked with a huge black cock deep in my throat--sucking on it for desperately for its juice. Standing there watching me as I sucked that young man dry, I turned to Washington and began begging to suck his cock. Washington moved quickly to me and stood there with is legs apart. I began undoing his zipper. As his cock slid deep into my throat, I could hear someone telling Washington my training was complete and I was now a fully trained bitch—and ready to serve him. After hearing this, I took his load and cleaned him. I stayed there--kneeling with my head bowed. I waited for his command. His gentle voice asked me what my name was. Looking up at Washington, I said I was a nobody, a slut and a bitch that serviced men. When he asked who was my master, I began kissing and cleaning his boots with my tongue. I was now begging him to be my master. Grinning and throwing me a pair of cutoffs, he told me to dress. As I was pulling on the tight pants I could hear the men telling Washington my mind was a clean slate. He could now program me anyway he wanted to. They said that I would eventually remember my past life, but I would never be anything but an obedient slave. When I had the tight leather cut-off pants on and zipped up, my cock was hanging out of the leg. Washington said I looked like a proper slave now. Then attaching a leash to my collar, he began leading me down the stairs, telling me it was time to have me marked. He opened the trunk of his sedan, telling me he didn’t want to soil his car with trash. He then told me to climb in. As I began to crawl into the trunk, a gathering of black hoods crowded around, poking and groping me. Washington moved back looking at the thugs and asked what their problem was. One of them stepped forward saying they wanted a blowjob from the white slut. Laughing and saying, “Is that all boys?”, he snapped his fingers at me. I crawled out of the trunk and knelt before them--eager to obey my master’s order. Knowing they were all going to get serviced, they began forming a little half circle around me and I set to work servicing them. When I had finished the last cock, I was told to thank the boys. Doing as I was commanded I thanked each of the boys and then I crawled into the trunk. Watching as they went back to lounging on the corner, their apparent leader called out, thanking Washington. I licked my lips as I watched Washington pull the lid of the trunk closed. Soon, I could feel the car begin to move into traffic. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the taste of the cum still in my mouth. I drifted off to sleep. Soon the car stopped moving and the trunk opened. I could hardly see from the glaring light of day. Looking around at this shabby storefront, I had just a brief chance to see the lettering on the dirty window. It read, “Tattoos and Body Piercing”. As Washington pulled me thought the store, I was too numb to feel any sort of shame about my near naked body. I had ceased to become a person; I was now Washington’s boy. What followed next was my being branded with his mark. In big bold letters across my chest it read--“Property of Washington Addison”. Leading me over to another section, Washington selected my new body jewelry. Sitting there trying to make my Master proud of me, the craftsman began piercing my nipples. Then I got a Prince Albert in my cock. This done, Washington paid the man and told me to show him how grateful I was for his work. Kneeling there and undoing his jeans, I gently lifted his hard cock to my mouth and showed him how grateful I was for him working on me. When I had cleaned him off, Washington led me to the car telling me he was taking me to my new home now. Waiting at the trunk as it clicked open, I crawled inside and pulled the lid down--eager to began my new life. I quickly learned that to disobey my master meant getting punished. When I behaved, I was rewarded, when I failed or just was a bit slow, I was beaten. Ever so slowly I began to remember bits and pieces of my former life. After a few weeks of this training Washington decided it was time to show me off. Dressing me in leather shorts and sandals, he attached a leash to my slave collar. Then leading me out to the car, I quickly took my place in the trunk, as he drove to The Leathers for an evening of drinking and merriment. When we were parked and I had crawled out of the trunk, I bowed my head in respect to my master and followed behind him. The minute we entered the bar, a hush fell over the room. I vaguely remembered that I had been very well known here in that other life. Now everyone was looking at me standing there collared and half naked with the words, “Property of Washington Addison” emblazoned across my chest. As we moved to the bar, I had flashbacks of my life here before and I could hear the snickers and giggling at what I had become. Knowing my place now, I kept my head bowed in obedience. As Washington slid onto a bar stool, I kneeled there at his feet waiting for his commands. He asked me if I wanted a beer. He then asked the barkeep for a bowl for his boy. All eyes watched us as Washington set down the dog dish. Kissing his feet and licking his shoes clean to show my gratitude. When I had finished his shoes, I began lapping up the beer. Washington seemed to be having a great time talking and joking with everyone. Finishing his beer, he suddenly stood up, saying he needed to relive himself. Pulling up on my leash, I knelt before him, undoing his zipper. After my taking Washington’s cock out and placing it in my open mouth--he began pissing. I made sure I didn’t spill a drop and shame myself. After licking him clean and placing his cock back into his pants, he zipped up. Patting my head and calling me a good bitch, he led me from the bar. There was a loud round of applause and cheering. Somehow the phrase full circle came to my mind as I took my place in the trunk--ready to return to my duties. Comments may be made to Nathan Harvey at harveynate@AOL.com