Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game, The Conclusion By Nathan Harvey All the way back to South Bend Harvey and I kept laughing and talking about meeting Rocky Stone the great Captain from Tortugas. I said I thought he was just a big beautiful, dumb simpleton like Kyle, but Harvey said after thinking about him he was more than what he appeared to be—saying he had this gut feeling that Stone was as smart as he was well as hung. Leaning back in the seat as we approached the spot where we had our first encounter with Kyle. I said it would be great if we could get Rocky to come down to South Bend and we could twin him. Looking over at Harvey and smiling I said, “You kinda dig him to don’t you brother?’ Harvey laughingly said, “Sure he’s a hunk but do you remember the size of his cock in that video?---he’s hung like an animal and would rip a guy’s ass apart!” Laughing at his comments, I sort of agreed, but also added that the guys he was screwing in the video sure didn’t look like they were any kind of pain. We rode the rest of the way then in comfortable silence. It was always good to get home no matter where we had been and it seemed good to slip into the routine of work, Harvey and I and I were both spent from our workout with Kyle. After a few weeks we did get a long letter from William telling us in great detail how delighted he was with Kyle and he had included some pictures of them together. Harvey mentioned that he was kind of surprised that William hadn’t invited us up for the weekend. He had seemed so different this last visit. That was when Harvey suggested we take a couple of weeks off and give ‘The Captain’ a ring. Saying we could use a little new excitement. I decided I would find the card and we could call him. After finding the card and dialing the number, we heard this low husky voice answer, “Male models incorporated, Rocky Stone speaking…” Harvey just plunged in saying, “Hi Rocky, I don’t know if you remember us, the red-headed twins?” Over the speakerphone I heard this little laugh and then he responded, “Boys I could never forget you guys. You think over what I said about being rich and famous?” Harvey began laughing saying, “Yes ‘Captain’ I wanted to ask if we came up to Chicago for a couple of weeks, could we get our screen test?” Laughter followed, then the words, “Boys, you can have anything you’re looking for, and I will see to it personally. When are you coming?” Harvey responded, “Will next weekend be Okay?” There was silence for a minute as if he was talking with someone in the office and then he said, “Boys, that will be fine, we have just the place for you and you can save the price of a hotel room, so plan on staying here at the studio”. As soon as the phone was cradled, Harvey was eagerly telling me this guy was really hot for us. Laughing I found myself saying, “Baby, Baby, Baby, he wants our asses on camera. He thinks he’s got a couple of yokels here.” Then adding, “If he wants yokels, he’s got yokels.” Now we knew exactly how we were going to play our little game--just two poor hot dumb jocks from a small town out for a good time in the big city. Now we had some serious planning to do if we were going to pull this little caper off and conquer our Captain from Tortugas. Harvey grinned saying, “Life just keeps getting better.” On the drive to Chicago I asked Harvey if we had gone a little too far on the clothes--we looked like we’d dressed out of the Goodwill bag. Laughing I said this was going to be a weekend we were really going to enjoy. As we pulled around to the drive, and were now viewing the skyline of the city, we were both getting excited. Harvey asked if I wanted to call William, but I told him no, this weekend was going to be ours. Then we made the turn and passed Buckingham Fountain, headed west and then made a right turn onto State Street. Harvey was saying he was sure glad the city had gotten rid of that damn pedestrian mall on State Street headed north and then turned onto Rush Street. If we were going to be here for the weekend, we probably wouldn’t be needing the car, so we decided to put the car into the large garage of that new high rise on Walton Street. Grabbing our ditty bags and watching as the car was whisked into an elevator. Harvey commented about the cute attendant. Laughing I said he was no Captain from Tortugas. Laughing he began singing ‘Captain my Captain we headed for our rendezvous with destiny. As we approached the storefront Harvey winked saying, “Ready to be rich and famous brother?” Laughing as we entered, we were surprised to be greeted by this J. D. Stoffit guy. For some reason he made my skin crawl. Standing and extending his hand he spoke, “You must be the Carlyle Twins, Harvey and Harry, right? We’ve met before haven’t we? It was at William’s place when you sold him that slave, right? What was his name? Oh yes, Kyle.” Well, there was our cover—blown! Now he knew exactly who and what we were. Going on saying, “Rock’s getting everything set up for your screen test, but first we need to sign a few papers. Releases, you know.” Taking the papers and scanning them as he told us it was just for both of our protection, and that we knew and consented to being filmed doing hardcore sex with other consenting male adults, possibly doing unnatural acts. Looking over at Harvey I snickered saying, “That’s what we came up here for isn’t it.” After our signing the papers, he filed them saying if we were ready he would take us to the studio upstairs. Jabbing his pudgy finger on a little bell, suddenly this slim young man clad in an almost transparent white silk robe entered from a solid steel fire door. Standing there in a beguiling pose and beckoning us to follow him, Stoffit told us that Dale would take us to the area where the filming was done on the second level of the building. Following behind that elfin like boy, he turned smiling at us saying he hoped he would get a chance to be in a film with us. By then we had reached the second floor and Dale pushed open another steel fire door. We were now inside this cavernous room and we could see the walls lined with partial sets of rooms. There were some that looked like bars, some looked like motel rooms, and one of them one even looked like a pisser from a bus stop--gloryholes and everything. It was like a pervert’s dream view of the Chicago. A buzzer had gone off as soon as the door had opened and all eyes were now on us. The first to approach us was Rocky Stone, his hand outstretched and a big smile on his face. I could see by Harvey’s face that he was in love again. Saying we were dressed perfect for the part and leading us to the set that looked like a cheap gin mill, Rocky said the story was quite simple. We would come in order drinks and he would come in and sit beside us and start flirting with us. We would get interested and after some groping and kissing, we would get into the sex scene over on that pool table--right there in front of everyone in the ‘bar’ and we could show our stuff. Suddenly the lights were coming on and people were taking seats at the tables in the bar set. Opening a silver case and offering us some pills saying they were Viagra--to make sure we were up to a good performance in front of an audience. Before we could accept, Rocky popped two in his mouth. Not that Harvey or I had ever had trouble in that department, nevertheless we followed his lead. Watching as the other actors began to pick up their drinks and carry on--suddenly it was like any gay bar in any city in the world. Someone yelled out “roll ‘em! Take one! “ and then another voice said “Go in now, twins”. Stepping up onto the set, suddenly the lights seemed blinding, but seconds later we began making our way to the bar. After sliding onto the stools, this big gorgeous black hunk came up asking if we were looking for anything special. Then winking at us and stroking his crotch, he said we could get any thing we wanted here. Before we could even open our mouth, Stone slid onto the stool next to ours and said in his beautiful baritone voice, “Set the new boys up with a beer and that special chaser!” Watching that tight assed black bartender reaching down swooping up the beer from below the counter, somehow it seemed all so real. Then Stone whirled around, spread his legs and exposing his huge basket said, “I got more than enough cock for both you boys if you’re interested.” By then our beers had arrived and we both began taking a sip. Setting up little shot glasses the bartender said, “Here’s your chasers boy--a little something to get you in the right frame of mind.” Popping the rest of the amber fluid down, we threw down the shots next. By now Stone’s hands were all over us, and he whispered, “It’s time for the show to go on.” By now Harvey and I were really into it and pawing at Stone. He began undoing his shirt and Harvey began undoing his belt. It was almost obscene how we almost tore his clothes off. Harvey and I were now really in heat. Stone was now naked. He stood and lead us to the table saying he wanted a little boy pussy for himself. By now we were too deep into the action, and as we stripped what little we were wearing off, suddenly the three of us were on the table and Harvey and I were at him like minks in heat. Stone had Harvey up on his shoulders pounding his ass and I was shoving my cock down his throat. We were now only dimly aware of the faces surrounding the table, all chanting urging us on. Suddenly it was me on the table taking that ramrod up my ass and Harvey was reaping his vengeance on me for having raped his mouth. Then as if on cue, when we were both hyper with lust, someone reached over pulling each of us to the edge of the pool table. Suddenly someone yelled, “cut” and we were left there naked, cum running out of our asses wanting more. Then a voice said, “Clean the boys! That’s a wrap for this scene.” Liking the cool washcloths over our bodies, it only heightened our feeling of wanton lust. Then someone began dressing us in what looked like prison uniforms and helped us to another set. Realizing we were now in some kind of place that looked like a jail cell, we began looking around at the other cast members. We recognized the bartender. It was a mixed bag of big tuff looking street thugs, and suddenly we realized it was probably going to be gang rape scene. A voice spoke up, “Give the boys something to get them going again.” Then feeling a needle prick in my arm, things began to get fuzzy and suddenly this feeling of overpowering lust began sweeping over me. Looking over at Harvey, I could see this circle of black guys stripping him. When they had him naked, one of them mounted him and the crowd turned to me. From that point on it was like Dante’s inferno. The only sounds in the room now were our begging for more. We were now so hyper, there simply wasn’t enough cock in that room to satisfy us. From off the set someone was yelling “fist them, fist the bitches next.” After hearing the words, the men began picking up the chant, “fist, fist, fist”, and someone was spreading my legs. ’ Then this blinding flash of pain and my whole body seemed to surrender to the pain. Suddenly I was being fucked by someone’s arm. I could feel streams of warm piss pouring over my body as someone kept ramming his cock down my throat and still that arm deep inside me was claiming my body as its own. It was as if I had slipped into a forth dimension. Time had now lost all meaning and it just seemed to go on forever, until I remember waking in a bed in Harvey’s arms. Shaking him awake saying, “Brother we sure did it this time--my ass feels like it’s been ripped open.” Harvey’s eyes fluttered and he said, ‘Don’t move any motion makes me hurt.” Snuggling into his arms and giggling I began saying “Wasn’t that the wildest action we’ve ever had?” About then Stone came in to the room and seeing us awake said, “Great action yesterday boys you really put on a great show. Laughing he continued, “ You’re naturals! You boys want a bit of the hair of the dog that bit you?” Placing our payroll checks on the vanity, he began undressing saying, “You boys are too sweet a fuck to let get away.” Winking at Harvey, he brought up the rear as I began my frontal approach. Holding and caressing his balls and going down on him it was more than obvious Rocky was not the usual kind of man we’d ever tried to conquer. This guy was a pro! He was taking our best efforts and demanding even more from us. As Harvey pounded his ass, he kept forcing me against the bed driving that weapon of his deeper into my throat until I though my jaws would break. Then when he began spewing his load of cum, it was like the mother load of orgasms--it was all I could do to swallow it. From the sounds of Harvey’s grunting and squealing, he was he was pumping himself dry. By now we would have had any ordinary man on his knees, but turning he pushed Harvey to his knees telling me to make his ass feel good. By the time he was finished with us, we were sitting there on the floor exhausted. Harvey and I had finally met our match. Looking down at us, as Rocky was dressing, he began laughing saying, “If you boys belonged to me, I’d get you in shape fast!” Looking at Harvey I snarled, “That bastard isn’t human!” Harry began laughing saying, “Yes, and isn’t it wonderful? He’s a damned fucking machine. I pity any slave of his--he’s going to get his ass fucked off.” We both took our time in the showers letting the hot waters flow over us. We were exhausted; we had never been pushed to our limit until now. As we were dressing, Harvey picked up the checks and calling out said, “Twin, we’ve hit the mother load!” Looking at the checks I couldn’t believe it, this was as much as we made in six weeks back home at the Tribune! Laughing I asked my brother, “How’d you like to become a film star.” Still laughing as we stepped out onto the set this slim elfin like boy we had met that day before. He was dressed like us and came over smiling and informed us they were serving coffee and donuts, if we wanted some. Still feeling groggy and a little hungry, we headed to the table with the boy trailing after us. Taking some coffee and a doughnut, Harvey asked what the film was all about. Giggling, our boy host said it was all about a man who picked up runaways, trained them and then sold them as sex slaves. After our asking what part he was playing, he giggled saying he was going to be trained as a slave and then sold. Harvey just looked at me and winked. About then this now familiar voice called out to us. Stone flashing that brilliant smile of his, asked if we had given any thought of joining their little group. Harvey said that we wanted to talk to our good friend William about this potential career change first. Laughing and stroking his basket, Rocky said to have this William fella get in touch with him when you decide. He then reached out, handing us a videocassette saying he knew we would want a copy of our screen test. Harvey was like a little kid as we headed out to get the car. I would have thought the morning air would have brought him to his senses, but he was now caught up in greed as well as lust. As soon as we were in the car he had decided we just had to call William. I had finally agreed but said somehow it seemed wrong to give up the life we had established for something as frivolous and fleeting as becoming porno stars. We all knew they were only shooting stars and when they began to age, the only place for them in their career was as extras in rape scenes and finally ending up as whores for thugs and greasy factory workers in cheap bars or whore houses. Laughing Harvey said that none of that would ever happen to us--we were pros and knew all the pitfalls. After all--how many straight men had we taught the good life? We had even trained Kyle to be the perfect slave. William owed us. Much to my chagrin, Harvey then had William on his cell phone. Harvey began telling him that we had made this screen test with that J. D .Stoffit guy and from the screaming on the other end of the line, I knew it wasn’t going well. Harvey then began going on about how we made him what he was today, that we had trained his cockslave, and that he owed us. Then after a long pause, William said he would look into it. Smiling over at me saying, “Twin, William is not only our broker he is our agent!” Well, we could always say no, but still—just like Harvey, I too, found Rocky hard to get over. We had never encountered a man like him. But then he had never encountered anyone like Harvey and I. Seated in the car, as we passed the section where we had found Kyle, I asked Harvey if he thought Kyle was really happy. Giggling, Harvey responded, saying we only gave him what he wanted. He was a slut and he needed someone like us to train him for what he was meant to be. Turning I was asking, “What is our goal in life brother?” Laughing Harvey responded, “Brother, we’re going to get everything we deserve in life! We’ve earned it!” When we finally pulled into the garage of our condo back home, we were both too tired and sore to really do anything. Stone had done us both in. It was a struggle to make it into work that Monday morning. Still somehow our once exciting lives now seemed drab. Oh we had a few friends over, but after the lights, the excitement of men watching us, wanting us as we were fucked in front of God and everyone, it had been the most exciting weekend of our lives. Night after night we watched our video, and before long I had to agree with Harvey that we belonged on stage with all those beautiful men. It was several weeks later that we were called into the manager’s office. The summons came without warning. Mr. Greer sat there behind his mahogany desk with this strange smile on his face. After looking first at me and then at Harvey he began, “Boys, I know who you were and what you are from the first day I hired you. Now I’m no bigot, but when you faggots flaunt your asses in front of god and everyone--we simply cannot tolerate it.” That was when I saw the tape--our tape lying on his desk! It had a picture of me on the cover with a black man’s arm up my ass! “How?” I though, “Why?” Standing from behind his desk, Mr. Greer handed us our severance pay saying coldly, “Clear out your desks and be out of the building in half an hour!” There it was--our life was over as we had known it. Heading home all I could think was, “How did it happen? What were we going to do now? When we reached our apartment, after checking the phone messages, we found one from William. Perhaps this was our salvation. Calling him back, I began telling him about the porno video and how we had been fired. And slowly as I settled down, he said for us not to worry, that he had make arrangements for us and we were to come to the studio as soon as we could make the arrangements. He had had a long session with J. D. Stoffit and us boys would be pleased to know we’re now in business together. It’s a new division and I want you boys in on the ground floor. Suddenly things were beginning to look good! As Harvey was always saying, life just kept getting better and better. Two weeks later our clothes and personal items were in storage and we were at the studio in William’s new offices. Harvey and I were more than impressed with that paneling and leather. Leaning back in his ergonomic leather desk chair telling us he didn’t know how to thank us---we were the ones that had directed him to look into the lucrative business of making erotic films. Why he was even featuring Kyle as one of the stars! Asking if we were ready to work, after all the nasty little business of signing a few little ole contracts, we would be on our way to stardom. Harvey began going through the papers when William assured him it was all in perfect order. Then William began telling us that as a personal favor to him, J. D. Stoffit was going to direct our film himself. Not sooner had we finished signing the papers than he told us to go out to wardrobe, then he would meet us out on the set. Telling us to assume places like we were homeless men sleeping in some dark ally, we had no sooner crawled into boxes pretending to sleep, when the set was alive with thugs pulling Harry and me up to our feet. This done, we were handcuffed and carried off down the set as the lights faded. Well, so far so good. It looked real enough, and the cuffs were damn tight. Instead of setting us down and releasing us, we were carried to another set and we were hung like beef from hooks. As the lights then came up, William and Kyle stepped onto the set. Now Harvey and I were in positions were we could see one another and he just winked, they were really going all out in this video! They were going to make us stars! It was then we noticed Kyle and what he was wearing. He had on this black leather cap---on his bare chest his old police badge was now taking the place of his left nipple ring and he was wearing nothing else but his studded leather thong. Before we could say anything, the lights then grew bright and Kyle began working with something on a table. Then suddenly he was jamming a hose up my ass and then another up Harry’s. I knew something was going desperately wrong. As the fluid began filling my gut, I could feel this burning sensation in my intestines as it worked its way into my stomach. Struggling, I began trying to free myself, and looking over at Harry, we both knew we were now in serious trouble. As the burning sensation began flowing through our bodies, Kyle told us to relax and let the booze work. Then ever so slowly my body began to shiver and I could feel my blood racing and my balls felt like they were going to explode. Pulling the hose from my ass, Kyle shoved this enormous dildo up my gaping hole, trapping that booze inside me letting it be absorbed into my blood stream. Feeling like my body was on fire, I could feel tight clamps being applied to my nipples. Looking into Kyle’s cold eyes, suddenly I was in agony. He had attached weights and then let them drop. That bastard was enjoying this! Then this device was fitted over my cock and it began sucking on me like some damn milking machine. Looking over at Harvey, I saw he was in the same condition. It was when Kyle began using the cattle prod that I began losing it. I was in such pain now my mind simply began shutting down. Almost in this euphoric rapture, I began to realize how Kyle must have felt. Remembering how he had gone somewhere in his subconscious I wanted desperately to go there to embrace that piece he had found too, but it kept eluding me. Then feeling the sting of a paddle on my ass he began driving that dildo even deeper inside me. I began screaming then, wanting them to stop and then I felt the sting of a needle in my arm. I could feel them taking me down and now ever so vaguely, I can remember the wet on my body and the dull scraping of something on my head and face. When I did begin to revive Harry and I were now on our knees facing one another with our hands bound. At first I didn’t recognize him. That shock of brilliant red hair of his was gone and I realized I must now look the same way. It was when Kyle began flogging us that Harry dropped his head completely surrendering his body to them. Just this act of his of total submission was a turn on for Kyle, and he began circling us lashing out even harder. As the strands of the whips flayed across our backs and butts, it was suddenly clear to me after looking over at Harry, I could tell from the expression on his face he was feeling the same rush of exhilaration. This was a far greater feeling than the thrill of conquest--this was total domination. Harry like I was just kneeling there in complete surrender, our skin now all a glow with the lashing. His eyes were glazed over in absolute ecstasy. He like I had now crossed over into this deep pain mode. Then as if Kyle could read our minds, he began to ratchet up his efforts. We both were now so deep into pain we slipped into this pain driven euphoria. We both had begun to beg Kyle to beat us harder. When our bodies began to relax in total acceptance, Kyle pulled us to our feet and began adding more weights to our nipple clamps. As the weights pulled unmercifully at our nipples, the blinding pain crushed out any thought of resistance we had left. It was now that our conscious minds began shutting down and the subconscious part of our brain began taking over. Suddenly I began reveling in my euphoria of pain. Both Harvey and I were now well past any point of return. It was then that Kyle began pulling and twisting on the chains connecting my and Harry’s nipple clamps. Hearing Harry whimper, he was begging for even more pain. It was as if his torment had become his aphrodisiac. I could see his fully extended cock erupting and spewing out gobs of cum. Then as if a trigger in my own mind seeing this, a feeling of ecstasy ran thought my body. I too began spewing out cum. Harvey and I now had lost all distinction between pain and pleasure--we wanted it all, we were nothing more than animals in eternal heat. Little did I know or care now what was happing to us. Kyle placed his cock on my lips and his hands on my head and I began sucking his tool deep into my throat, regardless of the pain. I knew now my only reason for being here was to serve and give men pleasure. When he was deep in my throat, he began releasing his bladder. I hungrily sucked down his urine and then began blowing him. I could feel something big being shoved up my ass and I realized it was someone’s fist, and then his arm. Eager for the pain, I began pushing back and working my body like a piston. I could alternately drive Kyle’s cock into my mouth and that arm up my ass. Only when Kyle had delivered his load and moved away, could I see it was Harvey with his arm impaled in my ass! Then someone else shoved a cock in my mouth and I was immediately content. Looking up and seeing that wonderful hard body, suddenly his hands grasped my head and he began raping my mouth. The hours became days and days became weeks. I have no count of how many men we serviced or how many times we were dressed and stripped and raped. I only knew that it was our only duty to perform for the camera, to do and say what we were told. We too, like Kyle, had become stars in all the productions. It was when William decided to have us marked we fully realized we were now ponies in his stable and Kyle was the stable master. William in his financial wisdom had found a way to make this new venture of his even more profitable--with our success in his films! Comments to: Harveynate@AOL.com