Gay Erotic Stories

I slept well that night, and woke up feeling surprisingly good. The ‘kennel’ was not cramped at all, and the pile of rags made a passable bed. I was stirring enough to be alert when I heard a whistle from within the house. Responding to his signal, I crawled from my kennel and stretched quickly before hurrying around to the front of the cottage and up the steps, waiting on hands and knees at the door and looking in. “Morning, doggy boy,” he called, cheerfully. I smiled at his demeanour, wondering what the day had in store. He was still stretching himself, and I happily stared at the hairy, beefy mass of him, muscled and strong, his cock hanging long and thick, the remnants of a sleep horn still on him. “Time for an early morning wake up swim!” he declared, heading down the steps and toward the river. I followed closely behind, drinking in the view of his firm round butt clenching and rolling as he walked. By the time we reached the creek, my own cock was taking on a life of its own, growing thicker and harder without prompting. He pretended not to notice as he undid my harness and removed the collar and cuffs from me. When it came time to approach my cockring, he chuckled to himself, “Randy fucking dogs. Can’t get enough!” as he unsnapped the leather band, leaving me completely naked. He strode purposefully into the cool water and I followed him in, relishing in the clean feeling as it washed over my body. The lightening sky was overcast this morning, low clouds threatening rain, which would be a welcome relief from the heat of the last few days. He laughed as he splashed water over himself, and me, smiling at the grey day. “I think this is going to be a good day, boy. I see some real fun for us today.” My cock jumped at the words, my mind wondering what ‘real fun’ he had planned, but knowing it would involve him using my body for his pleasure again, and in doing so sending me into raptures of erotic delight. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. After our bathing, he climbed back to the house quickly and I matched his pace, staying a respectful distance behind. As he breakfasted on juice, I lapped at my water bowl in full sight of him, knowing it pleased him to see me on all fours, face sunk into the liquid like this. As soon as he had eaten, he checked that I had dried off, and replaced my ‘clothes’ – the harness, cockring, wrist and ankle cuffs, leaving me attired the same as the previous evening. I swore his cock began to thicken as he looked at me, now properly ‘dressed’. He went into the house, and a few minutes later reappeared in the fantastic, shining leather chaps and cap he had worn before. A metal cockring now encircled the base of his meat, behind his heavy swinging balls, and the shine of it matched the shine of his Prince Albert as he stood above me, at ease in his world. He looked down at me, and muttered to himself, “Pity I don’t have chaps to fit the dog. It would look fuckin’ good in them, but none here that’ll be of any use. Damn it!” he shrugged resignedly, and sat to roll and smoke a cigarette while I patiently waited at his feet, daring to snuggle against the gleaming leather encasing his calf and breathe in the aroma of the tanned hide, making my cock swell yet again. After finishing his smoke, he stood again, and commanded me “Heel!” I obeyed by sticking closely to his feet and followed him around the side of the house, until he stopped at a trapdoor arrangement near the rear corner of the building. Lifting the door up and back, he started down into some steps. This was obviously a cellar, constructed under the house. I wondered at the need for such a place, then realised it would always be cool underground, even in the fiercest heat of summer. As I descended behind him, I smelt the earthy mustiness of the ground, and surprisingly, the inviting aroma of oiled and polished leather. In the darkness of the cellar, he found and lit a kerosene lamp, placing it on a shelf as its faint warm light illuminated the room. My jaw opened at the sight before me. I had expected a small dank pit, maybe some storage shelves. Instead, the cellar was almost half the size of the house built above it, the walls, floor and ceiling timbered and braced, painted matte black. And what a room it was! Around the walls were shelves holding numerous sex toys – dildoes and butt plugs, anal balls and nipple clamps, paddles whips and handcuffs. To one side was a bench similar to the one he had strung me across and fucked me over the previous night, but this was higher, and had stirrups where knees would be placed so that whoever was restrained on the instrument would be totally at the mercy of his master. Chains hung from rings in the ceiling to more rings set in the floor. Slightly to the back of the room hung a large black leather sling, gleaming and polished, suspended by silver chains from the roof. Behind it again was a man-sized ‘X’ made of timber and covered in padded leather, with metal rings for arms and legs to be chained to and restrained. I looked over the contents of the room, my cock throbbing and hard as steel, then back to him. Forgetting my place for a moment, I turned questioning eyes to him. He seemed to forget our deal as well, as he surveyed the room with me. Almost sadly, he looked at what was actually a very well equipped and erotic dungeon. His voice was quiet and low as he spoke. “I bought this land and built this place for myself and my slaveboy. We had decided to get away from the hassle of the city, and live out our fantasies where no one would disturb us. But the total isolation was too much for him. He tried, but couldn’t live here. Disappeared one day without a word. I went looking for him, found out he made it back to the city, but never found him again, so I came back and made my own life. It’s been a fucking long time since this place was used, took me ages to clean it up properly yesterday.” Suddenly he seemed to realise that he had opened up to me, and became silent again. My heart ached at the story he had told. He had treated me like a dog, but I had agreed to let him do it, and he had treated me well. And his fantasy had excited me, given me pleasure, as I had never known. I dropped to my knees beside him, rubbed my head against the leathered muscle of his calf, and whined. As he looked down, I smiled at him, and licked his leg, soaking the chaps in saliva as I gazed up at him. He broke into a huge grin, reached down, and scratched me behind the ear. “Good dog! Damn good dog!” he said, and I swore his eyes were moist for a moment. Taking control of himself again, he chuckled. “Time this place got used the way it was intended,” he hissed. Moving into the dungeon, he became the master, the owner of all he surveyed, including me. His cock had noticeably swelled as he strode about the room, taking implements from the shelves and placing them strategically, for easy reach later on. My own dick had never lost its hardness from the initial sight of the dungeon of delights, and I watched him fascinated and curious as to where he would place me, and what he would do. It was as if this place infused sexuality and generated arousal. His cock quickly grew to full length and jutted proudly from his groin, and his eyes narrowed with lusty anticipation as he returned to his obedient dog slave, patiently waiting for his orders. He ordered me to stand, taking hold of my leash and dragging me to the back of the room, where the cross stood, about three metres from the rear wall. He backed me up to it, and clipped my wrist and ankle cuffs into metal rings set in the side of the four arms of the ‘X’ shaped equipment, leaving me to mimic the form so that my arms and legs were spread wide. I could feel the cool leather against the skin of my limbs and the joining piece at the small of my back. Then he pulled wide straps of leather, which were already fixed to the cross around my upper arms and my thighs, and another even wider band around my waist, pulling each of them as tight as he could make them. I wondered at the need for these extra restraints, since with my wrists and ankles already chained, I could hardly move away from where I was placed. Kneeling in front of me, he chuckled at my throbbing erection, and quickly snapped a leather ball parachute around the top of my sack. Small weights hung from it, and as he let it fall from his hand the contraption pulled down on my testicles, swinging slightly. The pain it caused was a slow, dull ache which reached deep inside me, but an ache of painful pleasure as the motion against my protesting nuts sent tingles of erotic agony through me and heightened my senses, making everything I felt seem so much more intense. He stood before me and took his massive cock in one hand, waving it from side to side in front of me, droplets of his precum flying from him onto my skin. He chuckled as he did, a menacing laugh as his manhood raged, throbbing and angry, eager to take and use my body for its pleasure. The next surprise he had for me was a pair of nipple clamps. Small metal teeth, encased in rubber, were closed over each of my tits as he fastened a tiny screw, forcing them to close tightly on my erect nubs. As my sensitive nerve filled nips screamed out in protest, I gasped and puffed for breath, grimacing and torn. When he was satisfied they were tight enough, he stepped back and waited. Slowly the pain eased, or my chest became numb, I didn’t know which, but the agony dulled to merely an ache, uncomfortable but bearable. As my face unscrewed and I opened my eyes again, he looked at me, smiling. Without warning, he reached again to my chest and flicked each of the clamps hard with his fingers. The jolts of sensation were like electric shocks that pierced my chest, but they were lightning bolts of pure ecstasy, my torso shuddering with delight and my cock bouncing and twitching with the intensity of the pleasure generated. Grinning and fondling his own nipples, his cock rampant in the dim smoky light, he stepped to one side, and reached behind me. I heard a click, and gasped as I felt myself falling back. He laughed out loud and I realised the cross was actually suspended on a pivot. I found myself lying face up, staring at the ceiling, the weights attached to my balls dragging them back between my spread-eagled legs and sending more aching shivers of ecstatic pain through my groin. As I fell back, my body was supported by my arms and legs fixed to the arms of the X, but my head hung free, and fell backwards. He moved behind me, and adjusted the cross so that my face was exactly level with his groin. Stepping forward, he shoved his huge prong between my lips. I licked quickly at him, generating saliva as fast as I could, as the Prince Albert tickled my tongue and began its invasion of my throat. Slurping at his meaty weapon, I sucked and nibbled at the sensitive flesh, making him sigh softly. In this position, with my head backwards and down, my throat was open and extended as far as it would go, and he pressed in, forcing me to take the entire length of his giant rod. I tried not to gag, fought the urge to regurgitate as I was forced to deep throat that throbbing swollen manmeat. He fucked my face easily, forcefully as he shoved himself into my gullet, his huge hairy nuts crashing into my nose and swinging back again. As he did, again he flicked and pulled at the clamps attached to my nipples sending waves of pleasure/pain racing through me. Pulling himself from me, he stepped back again, and gave the contraption another push. I went into an upright position again, then forward. This thing could rotate through 360 degrees, and suddenly I was hanging, face down, a metre and a half above the floor, held in place by the supports around my waist, arms and legs. As I swung around, the weights hanging from the parachute around my nuts bounced and pulled, so that with every movement more waves of aching intensity were driven into my testicles and radiated through my pelvis. He kept pushing the cross forward so that my head went down, and I was suspended upside down, my head almost at the level of his groin, my legs pointing to the ceiling, my cock and balls dragging down toward my abdomen, but at shoulder level for him. I felt his finger, slippery with lube, enter my arse hole, probing in and twisting, exploring my sphincter. But it was only a brief insertion before he removed his digit, and the cool solidity of rubber pressed at my rosebud. A set of anal balls dangled from his hand. Five large black rubber spheres, connected by latex enclosed string with a loop at the end. Smearing lubricant over the balls, he nudged and eased the first one into me. As my sphincter closed around it my gut swallowed it up, drawing the string in as well so that the next ball was quickly drawn against my hole. A second and third solid round form were pushed into me as I felt my rectum fill, the toy jiggling within me and riding against my prostate, making me tingle with delighted pleasure. Massaging the outside of my abdomen with his palm, he pressed again, and a fourth and finally the last orb of black latex was lodged within my bowel. The short piece of string still hanging from my closed hole was looped, and to that loop he attached a clip and a metal weight, leaving it to hang from my arse and pull at the jiggling balls filling me. Stepping back from me, he pushed again, and I swung backwards, facing the floor, then upright, then falling onto my back again, all the way around as he sent me through a full circle. By the natural action of gravity, the weights dangling between my legs had swung around, and now dragged across my butt, pulling my nuts with them, and stretching my cock so that as I returned to the upside down position, blood running back to my head again, my cock was pointing almost directly upwards. I felt a touch at the base of my root, which twitched and leaked at the attention, a tightening sensation. He was winding a long piece of leather cord around my shaft. Starting at the cockring already restraining me, he wound the string of hide around and around, tightly, as he enveloped my cock in leather. Upward he worked as the cord rolled on, round and round and round, until the full length of my rigid prick was encased in the twisted leather cord from its base to the lip of my glans. Tying a knot in the cord to keep it firmly in place, he then hung another small weight from the end of the cord, smiled at his handiwork, and swung me back again so I was upright. I was suspended now from the leather-covered cross, weights dangling from my arse, cock and balls, my tits throbbing with pleasurable pain, and the slightest movement sent jolts of intense sensitivity throughout my body. He stepped back from me and looked hard, enjoying the sight of my adorned and leathered frame. “Looking good, pussy boy,” he declared, and the tingling sensations wracking my body were joined by the contentment of pleasing my Master. Turning to one of the shelves around the dungeon, he picked up another object and came back to stand before me. In his hand was a black leather paddle, two arms joined near the handle, set with tiny rounded metal studs. Without a word, an evil look in his eyes, he stepped up to me and landed the paddle squarely on my gut. The sting from the slap was sharp but only slight, but the crack of sound it made as it hit me, and the two leather pieces connected, rent the air and shot into my ears. I gasped with surprise, and shuddered as the jolt of pain and pleasure raced through me setting off a chain reaction of intense sensation from every part of my body. Another slap with the paddle, this time on my thighs, and I ached and bit my tongue at the desire to scream out. “Let it go, shithead,” he hissed into my ear, his free hand pulling at my head as his mouth was pressed against my cheek. “In here you’re a slave, not a dog, and I want to hear you scream!” His voice was guttural, commanding, and it released my tongue. Finding the voice I had not used for two days, I whispered at first, hoarse and throaty, gradually finding volume. “Fuck yes, Sir,” I answered, “use your shitty little toy, Master.” As more blows rained down on my body from the paddle, falling across my legs and gut, my arms and chest, I began to scream out in earnest. “Thank you, Sir, slap your dog-boy and make it do what you want, Sir. Use it and fuck it, Sir. It’s nothing but a toy for you to play with, Sir.” As the paddle connected with my skin, the metal studs stinging and biting at me, my body twisted and wracked with intense pain and even more intense pleasure, my brain went into shutdown, surrendering to the indescribable pleasure of the erotic torture he delivered. I yelled and hissed, screamed and begged for more as he attacked me, my voice ringing in the darkened dungeon, and sending him into a frenzy with every shouted obscenity. He wielded the paddle firmly, but carefully, making sure he did no real damage, as I trembled and shook with passionate abandon. As his burning need grew, and I shook and shouted at him, he gripped his raging purpled cock in one hand as he continued to rain down slaps upon me with the other, jacking at the massive meat between his legs and flailing at the giant throbbing weapon jutting from the leathered towers of his strong legs. Reaching the edge, he joined me in screaming out, throwing the paddle aside as his eyes glazed and his hand flogged at himself. With a bellowed “Ffffuuuuuuuuccckk!!!!” he erupted, large globs of searing white hot cum spewing from his cock, arcing high into the space between us and spattering onto my reddened, twitching body. For minutes he heaved and spasmed, load after load of his essence shooting from his enraged manhood to drench my body. Finally he subsided, his cock still throbbing and hard, pointing at me. He grinned with the release, and used the paddle as a utensil, smearing his ejaculate all over my skin. I shook with urgent need, desperation in my face. “Please, Sir, let me cum, Sir, I’m going to explode.” He looked at me with a laugh, and slapped at the clamps on my nipples again. My head lolled back at the new round of shocks and I moaned, loud and long. He unsnapped the parachute from my nuts, and quickly unwound the leather cord from my dick. The incredible, instantaneous relief that flooded my nuts, the painful rush of blood back into my sac, made me shudder and sob. Taking my aching prick in one hand, he pulled at the dangling weight still attached to the anal balls gripped in my gut. The renewed massage on my prostate was all the stimulation I needed as I let out a throaty “uunnnhhhhh” and drenched his hand with my jizz. I would have slumped down in exhaustion if I had not been held in place by the restraints on my arms and legs. We spent the entire day in the dungeon. He had remarkable recuperative powers, and never seemed to lose his erection after he blew a load. Within a matter of minutes from emptying a bucket load of cum, he would be dripping and horny yet again. And I seemed to keep up with him. Maybe it was the room, maybe it was him, but he was a raging lusty animal, insatiable, and I was his equally needy, randy slave, his toy. He used me that day, for hours and hours, in every position imaginable, on every exotic, erotic piece of equipment. He ensured my body was teased, tortured and treated to the pleasures of every item in his arsenal of exquisite toys. He took me down from the giant ‘X’, re-attaching the parachute to my balls and weighing them again with aching pleasure. He paraded me around the dungeon with the weights dangling from my nuts and my arse, and strapped me to the sawhorse bench, reefing the anal balls from my body and plunging his gigantic cock into my guts to replace them, fucking me hard and rough. He yanked himself from me with a squelching wet sound and plugged me with a large black rubber butt plug as he whipped my back with a leather whip, and I screamed out for more, lost to the twitching, trembling delights of passionate pain. He chained me to rings in the floor and the ceiling, forced me to stand on my toes as he re-wound the leather cord around my aching cock and hung yet another weight from it, and snapped at my nuts and my dick with a black leathered cat-o-nine. He made me count the blows he landed on me, begging for more as I ached with the intensified sensitivity of every nerve. He swung a chain from the clamps attached to my nipples, pulling and twisting at them as I bellowed out my pleas for his attack to continue, then released my screaming tits, the pain intense as the blood returned to the sensitive nerve ends. He tied me down, spread-eagled on the floor as he ravaged my hole with a large rubber dildo, flexing and bending the toy inside me to drive my body into a frenzy, then stood above me and masturbated while I urged him on with whispered obscenities and begging invitations to use and abuse me, until his essence showered over me, splattering onto my skin and spraying over the leather straps of my harness. He threw me back onto the sling and plumbed my opened ravaged arse with his raging cock, fucking deep into my body and roaring with delight as I screamed for more, his ringed prick scraping in and out as the PA rubbed and dug at me, stimulating my prostate into bucking orgasm. As he attacked and invaded me, penetrated me with his toys and himself, raw animal lust and urgent masculine sexuality the dominant force in the dungeon, I accepted his assaults, welcomed his attention, and begged for more. I didn’t plead for him to continue just to keep him happy. I truly needed him, ached and groaned with my own animal longings to be stimulated and satisfied by his rampaging beast of powerful sex. My mind succumbed to the overwhelming power of lust which permeated my being, and I surrendered totally to his every whim, becoming no more than a living breathing toy, whose only purpose was to give him pleasure, and in doing so I found the most incredible heights of blissful arousal and peaking passionate sensuality. Eventually, the ardour of our day and the exertions of his sex took its toll. Late in the evening, he finally came to a rest, sitting heavily on one of the benches, his leather chaps squealing against the covering of the table as he relaxed. I was swinging in the sling, my legs upended in the stirrups and my arse leaking from the latest deposit of his manjuice humped into me a few minutes earlier. My body was limp with sated desire, exhausted from the hours of abuse he had lavished upon me. The smell of rain was in the air, the downpour having started hours earlier as we ignored it in our passionate coupling. He sat up, and lifted my feet from their restraints, assisting me to stand on wobbly legs. “Come on, fucker,” he said, making his way to the door of the dungeon and up the steep steps to the open air. The grey leaden sky was almost blinding as I stepped out of the dim basement. The rain was pelting down, the air fresh and clean after the sex of the cellar. Turning his face upwards, he let the water shower onto him, and sighed, then laughed and set off at an easy run across the fields. I breathed in the sweet smell of the rain, my spirit soared, and I followed my owner, loping along, skipping and jumping across the grass, reveling in the pouring skies and experiencing an incredible freedom, harnessed cuffed and ringed as I was, my cock swinging free and my ravaged body gaining renewed strength from the elements. Laughing with genuine pleasure, he waited for me to catch him up, groping and squeezing at my butt with his big strong hands, and suddenly he reached beneath my legs and back, scooping me up into his arms before throwing me limply over his shoulder. He let out a bellowing yell of animal joy, and wandered along the path, the storm drenching us both as he carried me like I was a sack of flour. When we neared the creek, he dropped me to the ground again, taking my face in his hands and looking deep into my eyes. Then, stunning me completely, he planted a kiss on my lips, as I tasted his manliness. It was only a quick connection, before he lowered me to lie beneath him, but I was overcome, my heart pounding and my head a confusing morass of emotions. As I lay there beneath him, his legs astride me, I looked up at his flaccid cock hovering above me, and whimpered. “Good dog!” he said, softly, almost tenderly. His hand fell to his dick, holding the shaft gingerly, and a shower of warm urine began, pouring down over my face and chest. I watched it begin, and smiled with delight as the first drops hit my skin. The contrast of the cold rain with the heated piss sent tingles across my skin, as I writhed below him, delighting in the shower of his golden stream. Looking into his eyes, making sure he saw that I was watching him, I opened my mouth and followed the flood wherever he directed, drinking of him, swallowing the salty liquid and grinning up at him. He finished his relief, and started to shake his cock, but I sat up quickly, and clamped my mouth over him, licking and sucking to finish his toilet, playing my tongue over his cockhead and teasing his PA as I did. Finally letting go, I lay back again. He took my arm, and together we dived into the creek, a final cleansing before he climbed out and I followed. Quickly then, he removed his own wonderful leathers, and unsnapped and released mine, carrying them back to the house to dry and oil them before they suffered permanent damage from the water. I followed him as far as the steps, and settled myself on the verandah, sitting compliantly near his feet and resting as he worked. To be continued …. Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com