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 Wish By Nathan Harvey It was a cold rainy night as I trudged through the streets to the Leathers. As usual, I had parked several blocks away to keep anyone from recognizing my car. In this town to be gay was to be without a job. I knew there would be very few people out on a night like this, but I was hoping to pick someone up at the bar. I had been coming here ever since high school and Harry had always served me even before I was of age. It was mostly because he wanted to fuck my ass. Getting married was a copout because finding a decent pickup nowadays was next to impossible because of this AIDS thing. I suppose that was one of the reasons I was getting married. The other reason was to get ahead in business. I had almost reached the bar when this sudden downpour let loose. By the time I was in the door I looked like a drowned rat. My suit was destroyed, soaked all the way through the padding. I could feel the water trickling down my ass crack. After sliding up on one of the many empty stools, Harry the bartender tossed me a towel telling me I could get naked and he would dry off my clothes. After my giving him the finger, as he came over with a of whisky, he told me I was a crazy to be out on a night like this that he would give me all the action I needed. Poor Harry, he was nice, but he was just a big black gentle bear. How do you tell an over weight black man you’re just not into black meat. Laughing Harry said after Saturday and my wedding I probably wasn’t going to get out much anymore. He told me to drink up--it was on the house, then saying that once he had fucked my ass, I would never get married. I just winked him saying, “You will never get my ass buddy.” Looking around, the bar was deserted except for this one guy sitting at the end of the bar. I asked Harry who the guy was, but he said he’d never seen him before. From what I could see of him, he didn’t fit in with this place and he sure didn’t look like someone that was looking for a playmate. This guy sure had the look of a swell, one of those rich bitches. I didn’t have much time to let him make the moves. I decided to hit on him. Walking over to where he was sitting, I asked if he would buy me a drink. Looking me over from head to foot--he didn’t miss a thing. With my suit hanging on me like a rag, I must have looked like a bum, but he smiled and pointing to a stool beside him. Saying I’d better be careful or I was going to catch my death of cold. Extending his hand he said his name was Collin. Taking his firm hand I said I was Paul. In bars like this no one ever had last names. Then Collin snapped his fingers as if summoning a dog and he got Harry’s attention. You could tell Harry didn’t like being summoned like some animal, but he said nothing. Standing there he waited for the man to order. In a low husky voice the guy said, “Give Paul whatever he wants.” Looking at me Harry said, “Paul usually drinks Seagram’s Crown Royal with a beer chaser.” Boy, I thought, Harry was going to get all he could of this guy. When Harry brought my drink the guy hauled out this wad of bills tossed a hundred dollar bill on the bar saying, “Keep bringing our friend Paul what he wants until it’s all used up. Harry broke out into a big smile saying, ‘Yes Sir!” When I had tossed the whisky down, Harry was right there with another. As the liquor began warming me, I got up the courage to ask him he did for a living. Smiling he said, ‘I run a procurement service in Chicago.” I asked him what the hell a procurement service and what the hell was he doing in South Bend. He just said that all that meant was he found strange and unusual things for eccentrics everywhere. Looking at his very expensive suit, I said it must pay damn well. Smiling he said, “Very Well and what do you do Paul? I see you, an engaged man sitting here in a gay bar letting a man buy you drinks?” Laughing and picking up my fresh whisky saying, “Here’s to you sir, I only wish I were a free man.” Laughing the guy said, “You just think that now because you’re cold and wet--tomorrow things would be better”. By now the whisky was taking over my tongue and I was telling him things I had never even really admitted to myself. Saying, “I wish I could just go somewhere and begin a new life, I don’t want to get married.” There it was, out in the open, I didn’t want a woman--I wanted a man. I continued to ramble on, saying I would do anything if I could change my life. Anything would be better than this. Laughing the man said, “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride!” Finishing up his drink and putting on his coat he said, “Paul, you’d be wise to be careful what you wish for because I have a hunch you’re going to get that wish sooner than you think.” With that he turned and began walking out. As soon as the door was closed behind the man, Harry came rushing over and picked up the hundred-dollar bill. He asked me if I wanted another drink. Nodding affirmatively, he then set the entire contents of the bottle on the bar telling me to help myself. Pouring another drink, I said I had told Mary I was going to stop off at the gym just to get away from her. Setting me up a drink, he said was something special to make all my dreams come true. Taking it down in one swig I said the drink tasted salty, and decided I’d better call it a night. Weaving a little as I headed toward the door, I heard Harry laughing at me and saying I’d better be careful or the bogie man would get me. No sooner was I outside than this big Mercedes pulled up along side me and the window came sliding down. Hoping I might have just now gotten myself a quickie, I peered inside the open window, and then I saw it was the guy from the bar. He leaned out of the window saying, “Still looking for excitement Paul?” Gigging a little, I told him that if he was ready for a little fun, I would be glad to oblige. As soon as I was in the seat beside him, I felt myself slipping away into a warm soft place in my mind. As my eyes fluttered closed Collin said, “Just relax Paul and sleep” as the car pulled into the street. I woke to someone shaking my shoulder. This voice kept saying, “Paul, Paul wake up!” Suddenly, I realized something was very wrong. Whatever I was lying on was cold, like metal. Then trying to move my legs, I discovered they were held fast by steel cuffs of some kind. My hands were manacled and held high above my naked body. Focusing on the face before me--I recognized Collin. Asking him what, why, how, etc, he just smiled and said he was giving me my wish for a new life. I began struggling to get free and I said someone was gong to miss me--I had a fiancé--I was going to get married. Collin said by now, it was all over--I had left the poor girl standing at the church’s alter. My apartment was empty and my car was gone. I was just one of those beasts that had run away. After my continued struggling to get lose, he said that in time, I would learn to accept my new duties. Turning as he disappeared from my view, the room went dark and I lay there alone. When the door clicked shut, the sound of the silence was deafening. The room was in a total state of blackness—something I’d never experienced before--it was like a tomb. I lay there--even hearing the blood pumping in my heart half afraid, but somehow excited about what was happening to me. It was my darkest fantasy come true. I was sweating now--not from heat--but shear fear. I lay there for hours waiting--afraid. I could feel the stillness of the air and I knew I must be in some kind of vault. What was going to happen to me next? Suddenly, the lights came on. I hadn’t heard the door open or anyone come in--I must have slept. Looking up, all I could see was this singular spot of light shining down on me. Seeing Collin--now naked and standing next to the table, I began begging him to let me go. He said nothing and began to unfasten my legs. Then I could feel the table beginning to shift into an inclining position and as my feet were lowered, my hands were being pulled higher. Then when my feet were within a couple inches of touching the floor, I found myself suspended. Taking one leg, Collin secured it to a hook in the floor and then did the other leaving me hanging in a spread-eagle position. Suddenly, the room was bathed in light and I could see the dark walls covered with chains and whips and all kinds of exotic sex toys. I had heard of men talking about places like this--I was in some kind of dungeon. Collin was carrying something that looked like electric clippers when he returned to me. Running his hands over my body he said, “Well boy, first things first. Let’s get rid of all that nasty hair..” A click and I heard the buzz of the clippers and I felt the cool blades moving down my back. Then he was doing my armpits and across my chest. Protesting he couldn’t do this, that it was wrong, he just chuckled saying he could do anything to me he wanted to--I was his property now. Feeling this knot of fear in my throat as he began shaving my genitals, I began to realize I was never going to be free of this man. When he had finished shaving my crotch and balls, he stood and pulling a small stool over, he stood on it and then began shaving my head. As my hair began falling around me Collin was saying, “Such beautiful, black, curly hair, but it must go.” After he’d done my hair he did my eyebrows, saying now I looked like a proper slave. I began spitting at him, calling him a pervert. He began lathering my body. Holding a razor in front of me he said, “If I were you boy, I’d hold very still or you just might loose something!” I took his advice. When he had shaved me everywhere, he began hosing me off. Feeling the icy cold water on my suddenly hairless body, I began to cry for the first time in my adult life. The final insult occurred when he rammed that nozzle up my ass--filling my insides with that damn cold water. Screaming out from the shock of the water, he told me to yell all I wanted--but no one would hear me. Again and again he kept filling me up and flushing me out. Then taking this tube and ramming it up my ass he said, “Something to relax you a little, boy.” Watching him as he held up the bottle, I could make out the words Seagram’s. He laughed saying, “This is what you like to drink isn’t it Paul?” The bastard was going to get me tanked—from the other end. By the time he had pumped that whisky up my ass to the point where my body began shooting it out, I had absorbed enough of it that in seconds, I was two sheets to the wind. Collin then began washing all the hair, scum and shit down the drain saying ‘cleanliness was next to godliness’. By now I didn’t care, I was in another world--a world I’d only dreamed about. Feeling his hands on my balls then and looking down at him as best I could, I saw that he was fumbling with this harness on my nuts and commenting. “Something to make things a little more exciting.” Then hanging this big black weight on the three little chains, he told me this would be my perfect low riders--that low hanging balls were in this season. Pulling on my now hard cock and laughing he said, “You really like this don’t you boy.” To my horror and shame--I was excited, when he began working his fingers into my ass. I wanted him now and I begged him to fuck me. Suddenly, he began pushing this humongous steel dildo up my ass. I began screaming out from the pain as the damn cold thing forced my sphincter open. Then suddenly, my ass clamped around it holding it in my ass. Saying it was a shame to stretch such a tight little asshole with a dildo, but he didn’t have time to do it the old fashioned way. After abruptly switching off the lights--he was gone. I was hanging there now in this drunken stupor with my ass beginning to work that dildo. My balls were being pulled to the floor. Of all things to do--I began singing. I knew I was losing it. Shit, I had already lost it. I was enjoying this. I must have slept a while, because when I did open my eyes, the lights were on again and I was lying back on the table. This time I was strapped to it so that I couldn’t move a muscle. Looking up as best I could, I saw another man with Collin and he was moving his finger across my chest, and I heard the words, “In Big Letters across his chest?” After Collin nodded his head ‘yes’ then heard this soft buzzing sound and suddenly this prickling feeling on my chest. I tried to see what was going on, but I was strapped firmly down. Then I realized I was getting a tattoo. Thinking ‘Oh Please, No!’ all I could do was cry. The man doing the work looked up asking, “Am I hurting you boy? It won’t be long now.” Then when he was done, he began dabbing at my chest with something cold. Then he said, “In a few days you will feel perfectly natural, just keep it clean and it won’t get infected.” About then Collin said, “Don’t forget his tits, I--want him to have nipple rings.” Laughing and leaning over me again I felt a sharp pain in my left nipple and some tugging and pulling as he slid something inside the hole of the nipple. Then he said, “Just one or should I do both sides?” The answer came when I felt the pain in the other nipple. Then the lights when out and I lay there imagining what a freak I had probably become. Even if I could escape now--I had nowhere to go. Lying there in pain, I tried to sleep. About then the door opened and Collin returned, and set about undoing my legs and arms—then he ordered me to stand. After seeing I was almost unable to support myself he said, “Poor baby, it’s been hard for you hasn’t it. Well it’s almost over boy.” I began begging him to let me see what they’d done, but he told me later and blindfolded me, saying he wanted it to be a surprise. He told me to bend over the table. Soon I could feel him working his cock into my now stretched asshole, saying, “If you want me baby--beg me for it!" As his cock rode my ass he was saying, “You want this don’t you bitch--you want to be used--to be owned!” Now day in and day out I learned the duties of a slave. There was no part of Collin’s body now that I hadn’t licked, sucked or had shoved up my ass. I had no pride now, I had become a possession to be used and abused--and I was happy. I even loved it when Collin beat me. Then one day he said it was time for my coming out party. Fixing this leather collar around my neck, he said it was time for me to get ready. I was now almost afraid to leave through that door. This was my place, my security, my life now. Once outside the door, I was shocked to see we were in a private residence. Chuckling Collin said, “You need to get cleaned up and ready for your duties.” Showing me a bathroom, he told me to shower and give myself an enema. After my stepping inside the bathroom, he removed the blindfold--it felt like an entirely new world. When I looked in the mirror and saw my apparent reflection, I didn’t recognize myself. Looking back at that reflection of this bald, naked man was a face I didn’t even recognize. I had become a different, a new person. Then I made out the words “Property of the Leathers Bar” emblazed across my chest in big letters, but backwards in the mirror. I stood there in disbelief, but then Collin came for me, telling to finish cleaning myself. As he stood there watching, I gave myself an enema and then showered. As I dried off he tossed me a pair of ragged faded jeans, telling me it was time to go meet my new owner. I just followed dumbly behind Collin. He told me that Harry had called him in Chicago, telling him there was this white boy he wanted his slave. I just walked behind Colin listening. I had no feelings. I had accepted the fact that I was his property. I was a slave to please men and if Harry were to be my new Master--I would please him. Paul, that man at that bar that night was dead now I--I was “Boy”--a slave! As the car slid through the night and we entered South Bend Colin said, “You realize boy that no one will ever know who you are—you’re just the bitch of a black man.” Sitting there in the seat my only response was, “Yes Sir.” By the time we pulled up in front of the bar, it was well after closing. Dialing a number on his cell phone, about five minutes later, the front door was pulled open. Collin began leading me into the bar with my leash attached. Harry was standing there waiting for me. After dropping to my knees and kissing his feet, I looked up asking, “How can I serve my new master?” Harry just began laughing and saying, “I always told you I was going to own that sweet white ass of yours, Boy!” As the door closed and Collin was suddenly gone, Harry led me upstairs. It was like Collin had said; I was Harry’s property now. My duties now were to serve and love him. I had my new life now. Like Dorothy, I found my true place at been here at home all along--with Harry! Comments to: Harveynata@AOL.com