Gay Erotic Stories

[Thanks to whomever it was that came up with this character. I salute you.] The planet Virilus was in deep despair having learned of yet another failure by its latest champion. The vulgar cretins of Earth had destroyed yet another Penis Man! The esteemed Council of Elders had sent the proudest and finest young men of their ancient race to Earth to act as her guardian against injustice. Each had been defeated and disgraced; humiliated and enslaved. “We must find one among us who possesses the beauty and strength necessary to be Earth’s champion, but has the sense to know when to go to the well of manhood,” said Bak’Or, who was still devastated by the loss of his son Ste’El. All knew that the proud and cocky Ste’El had been defeated by Magmar the Lava King in only the first of his twelve trials. His father had been thoroughly embarrassed by his son’s defeat. “Bak’Or speaks the truth,” sighed Mando, who himself had lost his son Areytu to evil forces on Earth. “Even with the intelligence, special training and powers my son possessed he was still easily trapped and enslaved. There must be someone we can send who can keep a cool head and the situation in hand. But where he is, I don’t know.” “I will go to Earth to act as its guardian!” said a virile voice from the corner of the room. All eyes turned to behold the innocuous young man who had been serving them drinks and food. Some of the Elders began to snicker. Some appeared to be in shock. “Pro’Phallus, be quiet! Remember your lowly station!” yelled his father who was Captain of Refreshments. “Please forgive him, mighty ones, for speaking out of turn.” “It’s all right, Humilius,” said Mando. “Let the boy come forward and speak his mind,” he added with an amused but condescending grin on his beautiful chiseled face. “Perhaps HE can achieve what our sons could not!” “But surely you jest, Mando. You must be aware that this plebian youth is not even a full-blooded Virilon!” said Bak’Or. “You dishonor our sons by allowing this guttersnipe to speak to us as one who is worthy!” “There is no harm in listening, Bak’Or. Perhaps if our sons had listened more closely, yours would not now be an ordinary male sex-slave on the penal planet and mine would not have been sold as a eunuch to the Emperor of Dildonius by the Bounty Hunter. You may approach us, Pro’Phallus.” The elders beheld the young man as he strode confidently to the center of the room. He removed his battered food service cape and they all gasped in awe at his exquisite musculature, glistening with a thin sheen of dew on his tanned, lithe, nubile body. His huge arms and shoulders, his mountainous nipples, his perfectly sculpted and toned butt, his chiseled abs and his long muscular legs enraptured the Elders. Pro’Phallus tossed back his shoulder-length, honey-gold hair and placed his large, powerful hands on his trim hips. He inhaled, flexed his rippling chest and turned so each could behold his gargantuan steely, foot-long staff waving proudly over his massive testicles, the well of his manhood, from which flowed his mighty power. “By the Gods, he’s beautiful!” cried Plasmus, whose son was currently the brainwashed sex-toy slave of the flagitious Mephisto. “Could he be the one whose coming was foretold in the ancient Scrolls of the Sack?” They all murmured speculatively. Here was a man who had hidden among them as a virtual slave, doing the superficial tasks that were deigned to be beneath them; one who had performed his duties with never a complaint, never a harsh word. “Oh great and wise Council of Elders, let me serve Virulus by being chosen as our next Penis Man,” urged Pro’Phallus in a booming, resonant baritone spoken through full, luscious lips. “Send me to Earth to begin my work, for as we speak injustice runs rampant. Evil must be eradicated, not succored.” As he spoke his mighty cock swelled and flexed with vigor and puissance. He seemed the very zenith of masculinity and virility. All were enraptured by the sight of this most manly of men. “But he’s not one of us!” hissed Bak’Or. “We all know that his great-grandfather mated with a filthy Squamatas wench! We can’t send HIM as our champion!” Pro’Phallus beheld the Elder with a look of absolute confidence. “Bak’Or, you are wise and mighty, but I see no one else in this room who would risk what I propose. Whom do you suggest as our next Penis Man?” There was no answer given. “Please, let me attempt the Twelve Trials of the Guardians of Manhood. If I survive you must send me to Earth. Should I fail, I will be stripped of my Virilon powers and sent as a sex-slave to the penal planet.” Mando was completely aghast that this young man could know of the secret ancient rituals. Maybe he was the one! He stood and addressed the comely young man. “You understand that you must complete the Twelve Trials without the use of the ancient artifacts?” “Yes, I know. My strength will come from my desire to see the day when I can come and claim the artifacts as rightfully mine and begin my service to the good people of Earth.” “We are all in agreement, then. Good luck to you Pro’Phallus. You will proceed to the Portal at once. Good luck.” To be continued…