Gay Erotic Stories

God, how I hated the winter. We were having one of those Lake effect snowstorms and it looked like I was going to be trapped in my cottage for the entire weekend. People had told me that living at Beverly Shores in the winter had its drawbacks. Most of the cottages, if you could call fourteen room homes cottages, were now deserted. I had found this little lot and with the help of Buddy Richards, an extraordinary gay architect, had this three story structure designed and built. Buddy designed the first, or ground floor as my garage and what I laughingly call my drawing room. This is the room I keep for entertaining those squares that drop over in a visit. Buddy had put a powder room in the hall that connected to the stair shaft that led up to the two private floors above. Moving up the stairs there was my bedroom wing containing a master bath and the proverbial guest room. The third floor was a kitchen and a small room suitable for storage and the living room that I used as my playroom and dungeon,. This tall, elegant structure fit neatly being a sand dune that kept my property safe from the advancing waters of Lake Michigan that were consuming our shoreline. There had been loud protests when my cottage was under construction, until the other homes began to have structural problems as the shoreline began to recede. It was when one of the homes slid into the lake, that my neighbors began spending fortunes trying to keep their houses from falling into the lake. Then they began saying what a great building I had and the wisdom of my architect on how it was placed on the shore. Damn bunch of heterosexual assholes, they were all so mired in their ways they would really freak out if they ever attended one of my weekend leather parties. Well, that was all last summer, thanks to that snowstorm this weekend I was looking forward to a lonely dismal time of it--snowbound. Shoving one of my homemade videos in my VCR, I figured if I was going to be stuck this weekend, I might as well watch my last leather party. Getting in the mood of it all and pulling on my leathers and cock ring I was just getting settled. The screen was filled with this young black stud getting his ass fisted. I had taken good close-ups and you could actually see the hand and arm sliding into his ass. With the sounds and grunts he was making as he begged for more, I was getting hotter than hell. There was always something about the black race that made me want to feel one of those alleged horse cocks up my ass. Stroking my meat and thinking about getting fucked by some black stud, I was brought back to reality when I heard the sound of breaking glass on the first floor. Damn it all to hell, there had been break-ins all up and down the shore this winter and now it looked like I was going to be the victim this time. It was bad enough they stole all the valuables from the homes, but who ever it was, also trashed the property. Pulling a whip off the wall, I moved slowly down the stairs. Damn, I though I should have at least put some clothes on first. Moving past the second floor, I began advancing down to the garage level. Whoever was trying to get in was still struggling with trying to get the door open. Whoever was doing the robberies must have thought this place was vacant for the winter, because all my upper windows faced the lake. Slipping into the hall and approaching the door. I could see they had managed to break the tiny door glass, but they were having a hard time trying to reach the deadbolt lock. Pulling back into the stairwell and hiding in the shadows of the landing, I sat on the stairs and waited. Damn, I thought, I should have made a video taped of the break in for the police. Watching as this leather covered arm struggled, the gloved fingers finally managed to reach the deadbolt. With a loud click the lock triggered and the door slowly opened. Then this figure dressed in dark clothing with a sky mask slipped into the hall. Damn he was arrogant--he even closed and locked the door behind himself. Standing and pulling off his hood, gloves and jacket this young bitch was really at home in what he was doing. I was shocked to see that this was just a young hoodlum alone, but so damn cocksure of himself. He must think this was another empty cottage and it was all his to plunder and trash in his own sweet time. Tossing his coat and gloves down, he began to check out the place. Seeing all he had as a weapon was a crowbar in his hand, I decided it was time to do my thing now. I stood up and flicked on the lights. He was so startled seeing a naked man dressed in leather straps with a hard cock, holding a whip--he dropped his crowbar. It was when the whip cracked out and struck him on the chest, he turned, desperately trying to unbolt the door. Now I knew I had him! Again and again, I struck him on his back and butt with the whip, tearing into his clothes. Now the little punk was scared out of his wits and falling to his knees, tried to cover his face from the lash of the whip. Warning him I would beat him bloody if he made another move to escape, I ordered him to strip. When he hesitated, I gave him another lash with the whip. Fumbling then with his belt and pushing his jeans down, I could seem little burglar was well endowed. Then as his shirt came off, I could feel my mouth puckering when I saw those luscious, big nipples on that tender young body. This was a beautiful boy. Now standing naked in front of me, I raised the whip I brought it down on his cock. Screaming out in pain and falling to his knees, clutching his cock, I ordered him up the stairs. Chuckling to myself, I thought this weekend was going to be fun after all. I had me a boy toy to play with! As we moved up the stairs, I shoved the whip handle up his ass, forcing him to move faster. I was beginning to like this kid, I started making great plans for him. He was just the right age to begin his training as a slave boy. All the way up the stairs he kept begging me not to call the cops, he didn’t want to go to jail and this time they would throw the book at him. My tough boy was now just a very terrified kid shaking in absolute fear. Just the kind of boy that would be so easy to train. As we moved into the third floor landing, his eyes opened wide as they inventoried all my toys arranged on the walls, stuttering, “…you’re one of those freaks aren’t you?” At that point, I let him have it with the whip across his ass. This time I drew blood. Stumbling into the room and giving him a few more lashes, he was forced to his knees. It was necessary to establish my ownership of him. As knelt there trembling, it was a simple matter to cuff his hands in front of him. If I was going to keep him and train him, I had to know more about him. His terror had now turned to belligerence. As I got close to him to question him, he spat at me calling me a fucking fagot. Smiling down at him, I told him he was nothing but a pimply faced cocksucker. He spat at me again. I began slapping his handsome face. Pushing him over on his back then and mounting his chest, I shoved my cock into his face-- demanding he service me. Struggling, and saying he would die before he sucked me off ,I began slapping the shit out of him. I was pleased at how well he was taking the beating. He had a strong will and I knew I would need to break him quickly. Using the back of my hand and striking him again and again, I told him to suck me off or I would knock all his teeth out. A few more hard slaps and I had him bawling like a baby, and finally, he opened his mouth. I shoved my cock into him. Working him, I told him training good cocksucker was always exciting. Moving deeper into his mouth with each thrust, it became apparent this kid had sucked cock before--a lot of cock. I could feel the suction of his body sucking me down into his throat and working the head of my cock with his throat muscles. Pulling out of him, I asked where he learned to suck like that. Glaring at me, he said at the reformatory. If you were as small as he was, you quickly learned to service the older boys. Standing then, I saw his hard-on. However my little burglar boy protested , the man sex turned him on. All he needed was a little shove to come out of the closet. Hauling him up then and suspending him from one of my ceiling hooks, I told him it was time to see how well he performed. Opening my toy chest, I began selecting a collection of dildos and vibrators. Shoving a small dildo into his mouth, I said he’d better slick it up. He knew damn well what was going to happen and licking and sucking the dildo, he slobbered all over it. I t went into his ass so easily, I skipped the next few and decided on the big black one. This time I lubed it up and began working it up his ass. It moved into his ass nice as smooth, and he began moaning in pleasure. This boy’s ass was well broken in. Deciding he was right for fucking, I decided to take him down and plow into him. First I wanted to hot up that ass of his with a little foreplay. Leaving the cock shoved up his ass, I lowered him, forcing him to his hands and knees. He watched as I took one of the paddles off the wall. He seemed to know what was going to happen next. The kid had such a perfect butt and slamming into his cheeks with the paddle, he responded well.. Getting him all rosy and red, it was now time to fuck his ass. After pulling the rubber cock from his ass, my cock sank easily into him. That was something new to me, because I had a real hunk of meat that only experienced cocksuckers could take. He ass was so hot and willing. I sank into him right up to my nuts. As I began riding his ass, he was responding and pushing back like he was hungry for cock. This boy wanted to be fucked bad now; chuckling the more I abused him, the hotter he was getting. Jamming myself into him up to my balls and grinding my hips, I drove every last inch of my cock into him. Reaching around and seizing his nipples, I began twisting and pulling on his tits. Yelling at first, he was soon was begging for more. I had me a real cock hound here. It was party time. I got me a great fuck and still horny, rolled him over and pulled him to his knees, then shoved my cock into his mouth. This time there were no tears, no struggle. He attacked my cock like he was devouring some delicacy. I though--this boy is a keeper! Watching him suck my cum down, he looked up, then smiled and asked if I would let him go now. He was really good, this one. He was playing all the angles, no matter how kinky. Shaking my head no, I asked if he was hungry. Nodding, he said he was starved. He usually helped himself to food when he’d broken into a place. Throwing some stuff in the microwave, when it was hot I diced it fine and put it into a soup dish. Taking it over to him and setting it on the floor I told him to enjoy his meal. Looking up and asking if I would uncuff him, I just laughed, telling him to eat like the dog he was. It did my heart good to see this beautiful naked boy, his cock still hard, lapping up the food like some cur dog. Leaning back, I’d decide then I was going to keep this kid and train him. My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Pulling him over to a dog cage, I pushed him in and locked the door--I wanted to keep him secure. I couldn’t let my little boy toy get away while I saw who was at the door. On the way down the stairs, I grabbed a robe to cover my leather harness and went on down to see who was pounding on the door. Feeling the cold draft then and thinking, damn that broken window I need to block it up. Unlocking and pulling the door open, I was surprised to see this big black cop standing there with his weapon drawn. Looking me over he asked me about the window, then turning and pointed to the foot steps in the snow he said he was trailing a thief. I told him I had just locked myself out, and had to break the glass to get back in. The way he was looking me over, I knew he didn’t believe a word I was telling him. To settle it, I had him come in, telling him I could show him identification I kept in my drawing room. Leading him into the room, I pulled some letters and papers and even my passport from my desk. Putting his gun away and looking over the papers and looking at me and the passport picture, he said perhaps he just better take a look around. I was beginning to worry now, if this bozo went to the third floor, he would see my little dungeon and that kid in the cage. Telling him I was home alone except for my boy, I could assure him everything was under control. Reaching for his weapon again, I knew it was senseless to argue with him. Saying we would start looking in the garage. Telling me to open the door, I stepped aside as he open it all the way and entered. Once inside, he let out a low whistle running his gloved hand over the fender of my Mercedes. Then walking past it, he looked into the Sebring convertible. All he said was, “nice cars.” Then as an after thought, he asked what kind of work I did. Telling him I was a writer, he asked what did I write. Blushing, I told him I wrote erotic love stories. Leaving the garage, he told me he would love to read some of my stories sometime. We started up the stairs. I then showed him the master bedroom. Looking around again he said, “very nice.” Then checking out the guest room, he stopped at the bathroom. Looking over at me, he told me he had to take a leak. Watching him holster his weapon and pulled out that big black gun of his, my eyes almost fell out of my head. He had to have the biggest, blackest cock I’d ever seen and the damn thing was soft! He finished his pissing and began shaking it dry. Looking over at me and smiling, he told me he knew he’d recognized me now, and he knew from where. I was always in the Leathers bar in South Bend on weekends. Leaving his cock out, he moved toward me, pulling open my robe. Laughing as he looked me over, he said he knew I had to be into leather from the way I dressed at the bar. Reaching out and pushing my 7 rope apart even further, and going down on his knees, his hot mouth went around my meat. I didn’t know whether to shit or go blind! Here was a police officer searching my home, looking for a kid I had naked in a cage--and he was giving me a blowjob. All I was sure of was he had thrown caution to the wind and come out to me. Holding his head tight and moving forward, I sank my cock down his throat. I was hot and came fast. He was swallowing my cum like it was nectar. He began lapping and cleaning my cock with his tongue. Standing and licking his lips, he giggled like some teenager sucking off his teacher at school. Suggesting we finish the search, I wondered what other surprises he had in store for me. Pulling the robe from my shoulders--there was not more need to keep up any pretense. Looking me over, he said he liked my harness. Damn, I though, this cop’s like a bitch in heat. Following me up the stairs, he began to laugh as he looked over my private little dungeon. Standing there surveying the room he then walked directly to the cage where I had my little thief imprisoned. The cop said nothing, but turning began to strip. Then standing there naked as if looking for my approval, he reached up pulling a collar from the wall and slipped it on. Smiling then, I knew I someone here that wanted to be used, fucked and dominated. The cop bent down then and unfastened the door of the cage, opened it, telling Terry to come out. There it was, he knew the kid, knew he was the thief. As if he hadn’t even recognized the kid, he said he would just love to help me train my new slave. He knew damn well this kid was the thief and I knew he knew. He was giving me the chance to make him into a slave as well, as offering to serve me. This black cop was just too good a looking a man to be just a slave--this one I wanted as my paramour. Handing him a whip, I on his knees in handcuffs told him to help me train my new slave. Poor Terry was there before that man that had been chasing him for robbery. He knew that he could never get away now. As the whip cracked down on his back, he took blow after blow and finally began crying and begging for mercy. He promised he would do anything, be anything we wanted him to be. Moving to him, my officer began stroking his cock and Terry understood. Opening his mouth, he began to suck him off. As the kid worked on that mammoth cock, I came around to his ass and began fucking him. Now he just seemed to surrender himself to us. It was almost midnight before we finished with him. Moving him back into his cage, the officer started to dress, saying he would be back after he checked in at the station. Pulling him close and giving him a grope and a kiss, I told him I was going to get that cock of his up my ass tonight. True to his word, at one o’clock the door rang and I let my officer in. Grinning and holding up a piece of heavy cardboard, he pasted it over the broken window. Then reaching out and groping me, he told me he had the weekend off and he wanted to show his new lover how well he could serve him. Not waiting for an answer, he began undressing as we went up the steps. By the time we reached the top flight, he had left a trail of clothing and all he was wearing was his boots, his weapon and his helmet. Tossing those on a chair, he then pulled a whip and a collar off the wall. Tossing me the whip, he slipped on the collar. Dropping to his knees, he then began begging me to prove how much I wanted him. Terry sat in his cage his eyes glittering with disbelief and lust, as I began beating my new lover. Finally tiring of that and presenting him with my cock, I watched his mouth sink down on my cock up to my balls. Pushing him away, then teasing him, I opened the cage, calling out my boy, telling him to fuck my new black paramour. Watching the two of them like dogs in heat, I knew this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. It was dawn when we sent Terry back to his cage. I had to have that big black cock up my ass now. Lying there in my bed, I told Jamul to show me what he had. I soon found out all about him. He was really something else again, he was hung like a bull and fucked like a mink. And, to top that all--he was as Nelly as any fagot I’d ever seen. All that weekend I played with my lover and my new boy toy. By now, even Terry was calling my officer by his given name of Jamul. This all was so damn delicious that I had to begin writing about it. This was just too damn good for a short story, and I launched into a full length novel. Over these next few winter months, Jamul and I did a lot of work with Terry. Jamul was a great aid in training Terry and when I was working, he would beat him and fuck him all hours of the day and night, depending on his shift at the station. Sometimes, we would both work him over and it was at Jamul’s suggestion that we started inviting some of our leather crowd over and offer them Terry to play with. Terry now seemed to thrive on the beatings and the sexual attention we were giving him, and by Spring, we were both confident enough with his training that we could let him have the run of the house, doing little duties for us. We had even taken him into our bed to service us. Terry had truly become a beautiful, loving slave. He now seemed to worship both Jamul and me. As Jamul’s and my relationship developed, I had managed to convince him to leave the force and become my full time lover. He seemed to blossom in that role and in fact. he and I and Terry had become a family. Finally, by early summer I had finished and sent my book off to the publisher. From the response I received from the publisher, as well as the advance check, I knew I had a real winner. No one would ever think my book was anything but fiction--when in fact it was all true. The three of us were walking the beach, seeing how much damage the lake had wreaked on the shoreline, when we heard through the grapevine that everyone was relieved that the robberies had stopped. Looking at eachother, all we could do was smile and agree—indeed, it was such a relief. I had told my little family that when we published our story, we would do the continent together. Now that the book was in print, we were making our preparations for the trip. I had to laugh when Terry smiled up at us, saying at least we wouldn’t be burglarized while we were gone. Comments to harveynate@AOL.com