Gay Erotic Stories

hope you've enjoyed my earlier massage sessions but today is my day off. I rest, relax, and head over to the gym . I'm ready for my workout ! Damn. A phone call. It's the gym. Guy with a pulled muscle wants to see me right away On his way over. Who is it ? Oh no, not that prick. Donny, "Mr Teen State." He's very big for 18, very handsome and extremely well built but obnoxious, insulting, and conceited. I've avoided him so far but have heard all the stories. Ah well, it won't be a 2 hour massage-- just 20 minutes work on a pulled muscle. I'll only charge him $10. bucks. In walks Mr. Perfect Attitude. He pulls off his sweat top and snarls at me (no hello or please): "Get to work on that torn tricep." Holding my temper somehow, I work on his tricep and can feel the tight muscle relax and loosen. He'll be fine in a day if he doesn't train arms. Passing this advice to my teen champion, I say: "Only 10 bucks, Donny." Well, he turned on me and jeered: "You kidding ? You should pay ME for getting a feel of my hot body. Chicks and fags pay just to look. So, go fuck yourself, big freak." Really, I am a gentle giant but I have my limits. As Donny began to just walk away from me, I came at him from behind and quickly reaching under his arms, I had encircled his chest, lifted him off the floor, and was crushing him in a mighty bear hug. The stunned boy struggled and yet the air was quickly being squeezed out of him. He was getting dizzy and weak as I heard his back crack. Sometimes I don't realise just how strong I am but I had accomplished my goal. I carried the limp, barely conscious muscle-boy down to my basement play room. I threw him onto my wrestling mat and, sitting atop his back, I formed a plan. This arrogant young pup would not be so abusive in future. I would teach him some manners. I grabbed hold of my police handcuffs and bound his wrists. I then lifted him to his feet attaching the cuffs by a heavy chain to a ring in the ceiling. Donny's arms were now stretched above his head, his feet barely touched the floor. He was recovering quickly, his firm teenage muscles straining and sweating while he cursed and even spit in my face. An 18 year old kid, big and strong as he may be, should not spit on a 250 pound power lifter. Its just not a smart move but then I didn't think Donny was very smart. Pretty, hunky, sexy, muscular but dumb and nasty. Mr. Teen State could now look at himself in his bondage in the wall mirror provided. Stepping in front of him, I almost dared him to spit. He did not, perhaps because he could see for the first time my massive upper torso free of any clothing.. Taking hold of his sweat shirt in both hands, I began to strain and grunt until the material tore in two. I went for his sweat pants next, tearing one leg off at a time and finally ripping straight up from the crotch. This left him only in a tiny posing bikini which I slid down until it stretched to the max around his wide thighs and held his legs immobile. I must say, he looked really sexy now and I was just getting started. I stepped onto a box I use for calf raises. We were the same height .This time I thrust my 53-54 inch chest right into his pretty face, made my jumbo jugs dance a few times and finally trapped his nose in the cleavage. I could tell he was furious and at this moment he smashed his left knee into my ball sac. I was wearing a pouch and it was not a direct hit. It still hurt but I did not let him know this. So, he wanted to play rough with me. Not smart at all. I went off to gather some instruments of torture. I would not leave any permanent marks on his beautiful physique but we would both find out what kind of punishment, both physical and mental, he could handle. I also took the precaution of starting up a camcorder to video young champ's ordeal for future entertainment. Within minutes I returned with my equipment. I did not gag him nor blindfold him. I wanted to hear and see his reactions. I enjoyed hearing him curse me, call me names, and threaten me while his sexy blue eyes darted around the room showing far less confidence. I stood behind him and rubbed his body. I even used ice on my hands to make him shiver. His glutes, I told him, were far too big for a teen contestant. Did he squat all day ? I asked him. Those calves looked pathetically skinny, and where were his lats and traps ? Stepping to his front, I continued my verbal degradation. Feeling his pecs, I mentioned his soft, fleshy bitch tits. (Really, they were normal looking nipples). All of this was starting to depress him but he remained hostile. Then, I reached down to cup his gonads. "What happened here, Donny, too may steroids? Don't tell me that's your penis ! I've seen bigger on 10 year old boys. You must have put a sock in your posing trunks at the state championship. You'd never satisfy a real woman with that little toy dick, Donny-baby. You're just a pathetic little wimp with a few muscles. In fact, it wouldn't take much at all to make you into my bitch-boy, a perfect she-male. Here we go. Just relax and enjoy." This talk must have fucked up his ego. I could see he was now very nervous. He struggled against the restraints but he was not being a smart mouth anymore. I began with one of those vibrating marital aids, a battery-operated dildo about 6 inches long designed to make a chick crazy. I coated it with gel and slowly inserted between Donny's rock-hard buttocks. He was tight, and the penetration took a few minutes. Donny was "ouching" a lot so I had to use extra muscle to violate his tunnel but the real surprise for him began when I turned on the toy. The vibrator began to hum away and throb against his virgin prostate gland. "AAAAWWWWW" he groaned loudly, gasping for breath, shaking in his restraints. "Is your little boy cunt happy now ?" I taunted him. Evidently it was because his penis had swollen in record time to its biggest dimension of 4.5 inches and was dripping a long, gooey stream of spunk on my floor. I now took some of the small size clothes pins and began to attach these to the thickest ridge of his mushroom head. I saved a couple for his nipples too, forcing the nubs to harden a bit. I fastened a ball stretcher to the base of his scrotum and found a small weight to hang from it. I also spread a small amount of Ben Gay on his smooth testicles to "warm them up" with a mild but erotic burning sensation. A couple of large clothespins were attached to the armpits. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, I began to beat his buttocks with the palms of my hands. Mr. Teen State was taking a good deal of pain but he was also taking some new, intense sexual pleasures as witnessed by his burping cock hole. The dildo, advertised on the box as "guaranteed to satisfy any pussy over and over" was doing such a number on young Donny's joy button that he was nearly insane with lust and desperate to climax. The first time he orgasmed I was beating his ass full force. The second time, only 20 minutes or so later, I had attached a second weight to his sore nuts and had both swinging forcefully between his thighs. His third load erupted as I chewed his neck and ear lobes while twisting some of the clothespins on his purple cock head. I still believe the stud could have managed a fourth load but he looked beaten, drained in full. I removed the various toys and looked at my muscle-bound piece of beef. He hung limply, wiped out and destroyed, nuts very low and lifeless, penis sore-looking, and with the red ass of a monkey. Good work, and all on video in case he decided to deny it ever happened. What would his female (or male ?) fans think if that video got out ? I helped Donny upstairs and put him to bed. I gently massaged his sore triceps again and then rubbed ointment anywhere he might need it. The teenage sex and muscle idol was now in my power and had learned humility and respect the hard way So much for my day off!