Gay Erotic Stories

As we got older we began to get even more daring--having circle jerks to see who could cum the most and shoot the furthest. That was about the time I started having those wild dreams about the gang tying me up naked and torturing me. As the dreams became more sexually violent I began having nocturnal emissions and when I woke my pajamas were cum soaked. At first it had been a random thing, but slowly that dream became a nightly ordeal. Then it was more than just the dream it was becoming an obsession. I now had begun daydreaming of the other boys naked, and then my cock would leap to attention and I would have to masturbate.

By High School I began to realize just how different I was from the other boys. All they ever talked about now was girls and sex and all I ever thought about was naked men. I still managed to hold my own but all my thoughts were now about sex with men. The only time the guys ever talked about guys fucking guys was in their crude jokes about fagots and queers. Hearing them laughing and joking and bragging about what they would do to a fagot would always get me sexually excited. By then I was sure I was gay.

It was Carlyle who was the first of the guys to earn the honored position of ‘making it’ with a girl. When pushed for more details from the guys, he admitted then that he’d only gotten a blowjob from her. Then the guys began asking if he’d shot his load in her mouth and did she swallow it. Carlyle was more than happy to fill us in with all the glorious details. Now, every time I saw him naked in the locker room or the showers, all I could think about was sucking his dick and tasting that cum. That was the point at which I began to realize that I was really slipping over the edge--to the point of no return.

It was out of desperation that I had to start dating girls, figuring if I could fake an interest in girls, I could grow to like them. I might even become more normal like the other guys. I just had to try to make myself ‘straight.’ I had to start looking at girls’ tits instead of the guy’s baskets. Try as I might with each passing week, my attraction to guys was growing stronger. I was becoming obsessed with wanting to touch their cocks and to run my hands over their naked bodies and yes--to suck their cocks. I wanted to suck a cock so bad now I had started beating off and eating my own cum.

In the course of my trying to change, I soon found that more I was around girls I had begun to like them even less. Girls were nothing but big cock teasers playing on a guy’s hormones. In their own way they seemed to promise everything and when one of the guys would get touchy feely, they would pull away acting like they were somehow special. It was even worse when any two of them were together and they would giggle and flaunt their tits, then look shocked and surprised when a guy looked at them. Still I had to try, I had to make myself straight.

Finally I did get up the courage to put the “make” on a girl, figuring if I could dick a girl then everything would fall into place. Since I knew I wouldn’t stand a chance with any of the popular girls, I asked the “dog” of the school out. It was common knowledge she was a slut and that every guy in school had “dicked” her. Knowing she would put out, I was determined to fuck her to prove to myself I was a ‘real man’. All that was left to do after asking her out was finding a place to do the deed.

When I told Carlyle I had asked Suzy Orman out and asked him where I could take her he gave me a wink saying we could go double. Going on saying we would go to a spot where he would park and I could make out. So it was settled then, I would fuck her in the back seat of Carlyle’s dad’s Lincoln

Well that is how it happened, I made out with Suzy and I am sorry to say it turned out to be most miserable experience of my life. Just to even get an erection I had to pretend she was a guy--which wasn’t really hard because she was really a dog! I could feel Carlyle’s eyes on me watching us in the rear view mirror. Somehow I did manage to get it off. Suzy was an old pro and realizing I was a virgin she gave all the right gasps and screams and it sounded like I was a real stud. After I’d done the deed we stopped for burgers and cokes and then dropped the girls off. Carlyle congratulated me for being a man and grinned, saying he had begun having doubts about me.

What Carlyle didn’t know was that dreadful experience of fucking Suzy Orman really finished me on girls. By now I knew what I was, I was a queer, one of those freaky fagots everyone talked and joked about. Trying to make the best of a bad situation when he dropped me off, I began boasting about getting it off again with another chick. Secretly, I knew I would never fuck another girl again. When Carlyle punched me in the arm saying we would double date again, I almost told him I was gay, but then I realized that would be the end of everything.

I was able to hang with the guys a while longer, but only because of my making out with Suzy, that had given me some stature for a while. As time passed it was getting more apparent to everyone that I just didn’t fit in. I wasn’t one of the guys. By summer I was the outsider and I had no one. It was when I returned for my junior year that I learned that Carlyle had reached super jock status. Now having assumed the leadership role of our group, when I attempted to join them, he took me aside making it abundantly clear he didn’t want me in his group. With his say, I became a non-person to the group.

All my so-called buddies--Billy, Frank and Chester--seemed to turn on me and suddenly after all those years of being buddies, they unceremoniously dumped me. For the rest of my junior year I floundered---I didn’t have anyone to pal around with. I was a loner then until I met Robby, the new transfer student from Chicago. He was a big black kid and in the minority at that time. No one wanted to be seen with a black kid. He was coarse and loud and a bully so I was surprised when he even started talking to me. At first it only had to do with questions about homework and then he’d began walking with me in the halls. That was when we began hitting it off together. After that we began going to school functions together.

In no time he made it known that he was going to be boss. As for his being so bossy, I was more than willing to let him take the lead, in fact I rather liked him telling me what to do and what to think. I guess I was just a born follower. After a few weeks we had begun hanging together after school and by the end of next summer, we’d become almost inseparable. It was just after my eighteenth birthday he made the crack that now that I wasn’t jailbait any longer we were going to be more than just friends.

I can remember to the day that day when Robby told me his parents where going to be gone for the weekend and he wanted me to stay over with him. It had been years since I had gone to any sleepovers and I was almost afraid to go. What if I became sexually aroused? Robby was my best and only friend and I didn’t want to lose him. I just knew he would hate me if he knew I was gay. I kept trying to say no, but Robby wouldn’t take no for an answer, in the end he got his way--as he always did with me.

After that was settled, he went on telling me he would get a bunch of porno tapes and some beer and we could have a real blast. Oh God! I thought it’s going to be just like that miserable time when I fucked that dog girl in the back seat of Carlyle’s car. The last thing I needed to do was to try to prove my manhood to him, why oh why couldn’t he just accept me for the way I was. Little did I realize then that he had far different plans for me. How many times that week I wanted to back out telling him I was sick--anything to keep him from discovering what I was.

Finally that Friday arrived and reluctantly I made the long walk over to Robby’s house. Once inside, I began to relax as we started watching TV and had a few beers. As it got later Robby began saying it was time to get to the good stuff and we began drinking what he called boilermakers. I was beginning to get high when he jumped up saying it was time to watch the good sex stuff. Oh God, I thought, it’s starting. Sitting there frozen in fear as he popped a DVD into the player, I was stunned when I saw that big screen light up announcing

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I just sat there like a dummy, my eyes as big as saucers watching and saying nothing. Three minutes into the video the screen was filled with naked men with huge cocks in this orgy fucking and sucking each other. Staring at the screen now in fascination, when Robby slid his hand over to my crotch and began working my growing hard on I must have jumped a good foot. Leaning closer to me whispering, I was just too damn pretty to be a boy. And then he was all over me and began kissing me on the mouth. Shocked by his actions when he began forcing his tongue between my lips my shock began turning to excitement as his tongue began ravaging my mouth. I had never been kissed like that by anyone--let alone by a guy!

As the sounds of sex poured out of the TV, he began stripping me. After giving a little initial whimper of protest, I really did nothing to stop him. Pulling off my shoes and jeans he then had me completely naked. In sudden desperation I tried to cover my hard cock. Looking down and laughing he said, “ I knew you were a fagot from the first day I laid eyes on you in school!” Standing now in front of me he was saying, “Now it’s my turn to show you what I got!” Paralyzed with apprehension yet transfixed, I sat watching with eyes wide in disbelief as to what was happening.

First, he began with his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, exposing his hard black body. Then letting the shirt drop to the floor he began tweaking his nipples saying, “Makes you want to suck them tits don’t ya’ Lyle?” Kicking off his shoes he began undoing his jeans. Giving his hips a little shimmy and letting his jeans drop to the floor the huge bulge in his Jockeys seemed ready tear the fabric apart. Pushing his whities down with his thumbs his monstrous cock seemed to spring to life. Now standing there in front of me spread-eagled he whispered, “You want it bad don’t you baby? You want my cock!”

Trying to get up now more from shear fear than anything else, in one swift motion he knocked me to my knees. Holding my head in his hand and pressing his cock to my lips he demanded, “ Let me in baby--take my magic wand in your cocksucking mouth!” Pressing my lips together trying to resist, he began wiping his precum on my lips saying, “Baby give daddy his due”.

Knowing it was going to eventually happen, I opened my mouth in surrender. Once he had his cock in my mouth, he took hold of my ears and began fucking my face. With each stroke he seemed to drive himself deeper until I was gagging on his shaft. Now unable to breath and trying to push back, he held my head tight and with one thrust drove his cock still deeper into my throat.

Feeling his now wet cock working my throat, there was no stopping him, and when he began writhing and groaning and gyrating his hips, I knew he was going to blow his load. Holding me tight his cock deep inside my throat, he held himself motionless waiting for the critical moment to pass. Then he began those long hard staccato strokes with his cock like a jackhammer. Then when he was ready to blow his nuts, with a final thrust he sank his cock deep into my throat. Gasping for breath, my heart pounding I felt his cock swelling even bigger--his balls just seemed to explode--filling my throat with cum as he held me tight forcing me to swallow his load. When he did finally let me go, I told him I thought I was going to be sick.

Swallowing hard to keep from vomiting, I managed to scream, “I’m’ not a cocksucker”. Laughing Robby declared, “You are now Baby!” And pulling me to my feet, he began kissing me and when he forced his tongue into my mouth, my whole body began to shiver. Going limp in his arms, I just surrendered to him. When he released me, he pressed a small vial to my nostrils saying, “Now to the good stuff baby!” He told me to breathe in deeply. At first the smell was fowl. Trying to push the bottle away, he kept it under my nose urging me to keep inhaling. I had no choice—I had to breathe.

Suddenly this glorious feeling came over me--I was floating. Like magic all those repressed feelings were again front and center and my hands were all over his naked body and naked lust swept through my body. My hands were now pawing at his crotch-- grasping and fondling his cock. His tongue began ravaging my mouth again making me want him even more. Feeling my positive responses, he began lowering my body down on to the sofa into a sitting position.

Now leaning over me and straddling my body, he began lifting my legs over his shoulders pulling me down on my back. Feeling him working his cock into my ass crack and then realizing what he was going to do, I began to struggle begging him to stop. Giving me an evil laugh, he just kept pushing until his cock made entry into my asshole. Screaming out from the sharp pain--everything just went black.

I must have fainted because when I revived, his cock was now deep inside me and the muscles of my ass had begun to spasm uncontrollably. I was terrified and gasping for breath, but he just kept forcing himself deeper into my ass until he had it all inside me. Laughing saying, “Love hurts baby and you know you love it”. That was when I felt his cock stretching my insides to what seemed like the breaking point. Then as if by some magic force I felt this flood of warmth and I was realized he was pumping his cum into my gut. It was then I felt my insides accepting him and with his cum now acting as a lubricant he began to fuck me with a rapid pumping action.

He was now laughing and saying, “Baby you know you wanted this as much as I did and now I’m going to show you how a black man fucks his white bitch!” Squirming and still trying to get away he kept saying, “Baby, baby relax and go with it! Let me take your body to places you’ve never been--don’t be a cock tease!” To my sudden horror, I felt the hardness of my cock pressing against him and bingo--I was shooting my load all over us. As our bodies began sliding in my cum he said. “See baby--you want it--you know you want it!”

Shoving that little brown bottle up my nose again, this time I took a really big whiff of the stuff and it felt like I was floating and I began pushing back on his cock driving deeper inside me with every thrust of his cock. “Yes baby—yes! Show me how much you want it!” Then in one quick lunge and driving his cock all the way home, his cock began to feel wonderful inside me. Feeling my response and holding the poppers under my nose, this time I began inhaling deeply craving more.

Feeling my sphincter tighten around his cock he began shouting, “That’s the way baby, work your ass---show me how much you want my cock!” Soon the only sound in the room now was the drone of the TV and the gross slurping and sucking sounds my ass was making as my body sucked in his pumping cock. Somehow during that ‘rape’ I’d crossed over that line of no return. I had completely accepted what was happening to me. My mind was now reeling as this feeling of fulfillment began sweeping over me.

Robby now had complete control over me and every time he would blow his load, I would beg him not to stop, but to keep on fucking me. It was as if he had reprogrammed my mind. I had now completely accepted my role as his cunt. Grinning and saying, “Oh yes baby you’re one hot white bitch--now show your master how much you want him!” I soon lost count of how many times he’d fucked my ass or I’d sucked his cock. That whole weekend was nothing but a fuck and suck fest. I had no shame now, only this burning need to be dominated and used. In just those few days I had readily accepted his manipulation and domination. As proof of his domination over me, his final act of degradation was in using me as his urinal and saying he was ‘marking his property’.

By Sunday morning as I was lying in Robby’s arms, I began to realize the enormity of what I had committed myself to. He had brainwashed me into my accepting that I was his property to use as he saw fit. I had willingly pledged myself to be his slave. Now in revulsion, I knew somehow I had to get away from him or I would be lost forever. I had crossed that line in the sand and somehow I had to try to get back. I had to reclaim my life as I knew it.

As morning dawned and the room became light, I managed to work my way out of his arms and crawl stealthily out of bed. Stunned at all the bites and scratches all over my body, I began dressing as quietly as I could. Every move was painful as I dressed and my throat was raw. Over and over I kept blaming myself for letting this happen. I had to get away; I had to forget this weekend had ever happened.

There was no way I could ever tell anyone about this, about how I’d sucked his cock, let him fuck my ass and how I had rimmed his ass with my tongue. No one would ever believe anyone could have forced me to do what I’d done. Almost dressed, I realized he was awake now watching me. Rising up on one elbow he laughed saying, “You’re a cunt now Lyle, a cocksucking fagot and whether you know it or not you will always need a cock up you ass! Your body belongs to me now!”

With his words ringing in my ears, I ran from the room. I just had to get away--to get home where I would be safe. I just wanted to crawl into my own bed and die. With every step of that long mile walk home, my ass hurt like hell and I kept telling myself it wasn’t my fault, that he’d forced me to do those vile things. And to use me like his toilet telling me he was marking his property! I could never forgive him for that! Little did I realize that Robby knew me better than I knew myself. He had known from that first day what I was and he knew he was going to make me his slave.

Once in the safety of my own room, I tried to forget what I had done. But it was the nights that remembered (less the pain and more the pleasure) being fucked and slowly I was beginning to realize I had this need to feel his cock buried deep inside me. I wanted him to fuck me again! I needed him to use me--I WANTED to be his slave.

When Robby called I didn’t yet have the courage to talk to him or to admit that I that I belonged to him now. It was when he stopped by the house I managed rather unconvincingly to blurt out that I wasn’t a queer and I wasn’t his slave, that I didn’t ever want to see him again. Hearing my diatribe, he just began laughing telling me that nothing was ever going to change the fact that he owned my ass now and I would always be his slave and that before the month was over, I would be begging him to fuck me. After my telling him again I never wanted to see him, he reached over groping my hard cock and sneered, “That’s not what your cock’s saying Lyle.”

After watching him turn and walk down the driveway, he began exaggerating the swing of his butt and I knew he was coyly reminding me of my rimming his asshole. All I could think of think of now was lying in his arms and how his cock had tasted in my mouth. It was all I could do not to call him back. Trying then to put those thoughts out of my mind, I managed somehow to make it through the rest of the day, but lying in bed that night the hunger in my ass almost tore me apart, and I cried myself to sleep.

There was no way now to deny that I was forever changed--that I was not his slave. At last I could no longer stand those cravings and in desperation I made that dreaded call. As soon as Robby heard my voice he knew he had won, that I belonged to him. Not waiting for me to talk he simply said, “Are you home alone?’

Mumbling, I absentmindedly replied, “Yes, my folks have gone to work.” Telling me to leave the front door unlocked, before I could say anything the line went dead. My body went weak and all I could think of was what was to come. Dashing down the stairs and unlocking the door I retreated to my room. I knew he would be here almost any minute now and I had to be ready. I had to do as he had told me to. Naked and waiting there on my knees in my bedroom, it seemed like hours until I finally I heard the front door open.

I was almost in near hysteria hearing his footsteps on the stairs and then when my bedroom door opened--he was there. Slowly reaching up he began unbuttoning his shirt as he closed the door behind him. Motioning me closer, I knelt there in front of him never taking my eyes off of him as he stripped---first the shirt tossed to the floor--then he kicked off his shoes. After making a big production of undoing his belt, he began gyrating his hips, forcing his jeans to slide provocatively down his legs. Looking at his smooth cocoa colored body now dressed only in his white Jockeys, his face assumed this cruel yet strange expression and his lips seemed to curl up in a sadistic smile--saying it was time for me to suffer for my arrogance.

Retrieving his jeans and fishing in the pocket, he produced what he told me were nipple clamps. Moving toward me and bending down, he fastened one clamp to each of my nipples. He then whispered in a throaty command, “Beg your master for his cock—bitch!”

“Please fuck me again Robby.”

Pulling on the chain that hung between each of the nipple clamps he commanded, “Again, bitch say it right!”

Now in pain and barely managing to get the words out, I mumbled, “Ppplease fuck me Master!” Again another yank, and again I begged, “Please master fuck your slave!” Moving even closer he spread his legs and holding his cock to my lips he said, “First you’ve got to earn the right to be fucked bitch!”

I had now gone too far ever to go back. Whatever powers he now had over me were getting stronger by the minute. Opening my lips as his cock glided down my throat, I even forgot the pain in my tits. As his shaft sank deeper into my throat, I began flexing my throat muscles as he had taught me to do. Robby was primed and ready and as he blew his load, I began slurping and sucking down the hot liquid. He announced that I had now earned the right to be fucked.

Now grateful and crawling up and splaying myself out on my bed, he gathered up my legs and bending me double made entry. Telling me to beg for it, I began begging him to fuck me harder with every stroke. I felt like I was never going to get enough of him inside me. It was only after he had satisfied himself again, that he shoved this huge black dildo up my ass, telling me to use it at night to remind myself I belonged to him. Then as his final act of domination, he used me as his urinal before he dressed.

Leaving me naked and on my knees, I watched as he disappeared down the stairs. I heard the front door swing shut. Standing and staggering into bathroom, I got into the shower. I could still taste his piss and somehow I was beginning to like it. Reluctantly removing the dildo from my ass so I could wash I began to lather my cock and balls. As usual I began jacking myself, but try as I might, I could not muster an erection. Oh God I though, I’m not even a man anymore, and I realized that Robby had even taken my manhood, he had emasculated me.

Robby had made me his cunt in every sense of the word. Remembering the dildo and shoving it in my ass, only then did my cock make a feeble attempt at an erection and only by fucking myself with the dildo, did I manage to get off. I knew then I would never be a real man again. It should have frightened me, but somehow I had now even accepted the loss of my manhood knowing I would never be with a woman again. It was when I told Robby about it the next day when he came by, he began laughing saying I didn’t need a hard on--because I wasn’t man enough to fuck anyone!

Robby had been so right about me fucking anyone, he saw to it I got all the cock I needed. It soon developed into a daily thing that he would come by the house and fuck me not only in my room, but also in my parent’s bed, and in every room in the house. I never realized that this was his way of conditioning my mind and proving his mastery over me. In just a few weeks I had become so dependent on him for sex, I could never refused him anything.

We must have made a strange sight around town, this six-foot-two black guy and me trailing after him like his puppy dog. I am sure now that it was evident to anyone in the know what was going on. I now lived to please him in every way and hardly a day went by that I didn’t service him in someway be it in the mall washroom, or in some alleyway. He had now stripped away any pride I had. More and more Robby seemed to get his kicks getting off in risky places. The only thing that had changed now was he was making me pay him to fuck me.

It was when I couldn’t give him more money that Robby took me to the park saying he had a plan. When I was doing him in the in the bushes this guy came down the path and seeing us stopped to watch. When I saw him watching I froze in fear, thinking it was all over now we had been caught. Trying to pull away, Robby held me in place telling me everything was okay, that this was where all the straights came to get their nuts off. Turning then asking the man if he wanted his cock sucked, he told him it would cost him five bucks.

To my horror the man said nothing, but began unzipping his pants and moving next to Robby pulling on his now hard cock. Robby kept me down on my knees and before I could protest, the man grabbed my head and rammed his cock into my mouth. Just hearing him gasp and moan in pleasure began sending chills down my spine, and then I really began sucking in earnest. Then feeling his cum spurting and splashing into my throat and I began milking him with my throat muscles for every last drop of his cum.

After pulling out of my still sucking mouth, he shoved a five spot into Robby’s hand and almost ran down the path like he was afraid of being seen with a fagot and a black pimp. I had been so intent on sucking that cock; I hadn’t noticed the other men with their hard cocks out waiting their turns. I had now gone the last degrading steps, I had now given Robby all rights to my body to use as he saw fit.

Now in complete surrender and not even bothering to look up to see who it was that I was blowing, I simply began sucking his cock. Now with each blowjob I was becoming more sexually excited and I felt like I was never going to get enough cock. There must have been five more men before Robby decided to leave, but I would have willingly stayed longer.

It was when we were walking home that Robby told me that from now on I was going to suck anyone he told me to and if I were a good boy, he would let them fuck me. Lowering my eyes saying ‘yes master’ that was the night I became his whore. It was shortly after that, that Robby began having me meet him down at the park every night at dark. It was like he was ashamed to be seen with me, but once in the park he was all business and business was brisk. We had even started building a clientele of men eager to get their nuts off.

By popular request, Robby moved the operation into one of the toilet stalls so we could work during the rain. Now having me stationed naked in one of the stalls, he began charging the men to fuck me. Like a true businessman to increase his profits, he began running specials, a blowjob for five bucks, for ten they got to fuck me and as a bonus I rimmed their ass. By now I never argued with Robby--I just did as he told me. Only once did I mention the money he was making and he gave me a beating I will never forget. After that I never mentioned the money he was making, never expected any of it.

One night one of the ‘Johns,’ told Robby it was getting dangerous cruising in the park and that that the cops were going to start cracking down on the park’s “recreational activities”. Bobby just laughed saying there was more than one way to skin a cat. It was on that following Friday afternoon that I got this call from Robby telling me to meet at a special address telling me it was an old abandoned house on Madison Street. Elaborating, he advised me that he had made a deal with some bikers for a gangbang. This was something new and being afraid to go to the park now, I agreed to it just as he knew I would. Promising him I would be there, he then hung up.

It was during dinner that I mentioned I was going to a party that my Dad put his foot down. Saying he didn’t like the way I’d been staying out all hours, he grounded me. Almost in panic I told him I had promised to go to the party, but he held firm, saying if they were real friends, they’d understand. As soon as I could get away from the table, I called Robby to tell him what was happening, but his mother told me he had gone out for the evening to a party or something. That night, I cried myself to sleep with my dildo up my ass.

To my horror I heard on the news that next morning about a young black teenager being found unconscious in this house on Madison Street. Neighbors had called in a complaint and when the police investigated, they found this naked black boy unconscious and bleeding from what looked like a gang related rape and beating. Running to the TV and turning the channels, I found they were running the same lead story, but they went on saying he was in poor condition and not expected to live. Following up, the reporter said the boy had been airlifted to the medical center in Indianapolis for surgery due to massive internal injuries.

With a sick feeling in my stomach, I knew that when I hadn’t shown up as I’d promised they had turned on Robby raping and beating him. I knew that I could have satisfied those bikers--because if anything--Robby had taught me well. Poor Robby being a virgin--their cocks really must have torn up his ass. Now my guilt was really beginning to consume me, because I felt I had been the cause of it, I had let my master down.

Everyday I called his home, but all I ever got was the answering machine. The mechanical voice droned saying they were not available. My days and nights were becoming a living nightmare of depression and guilt. Now, everyday I began walking by his house hoping to see if anyone was home. Then one day there was a for-sale sign in the yard. The Carson family simply vanished.

With this new shock added to my mounting guilt, I was going crazy. It was weeks before I managed to get my thoughts back to other things than my guilt. By September I had convinced myself it was all Robby’s fault and he’d brought it on himself. He was the reason I was a queer.

It was almost a relief to get back to school however it wasn’t long before I began hearing the rumors about Robby. Some said that he was a queer and he’d been sent to some special intuition to “cure” him. Others said that he had died from some social disease, but no one really knew for sure. Nothing was ever said directly to me because of our close friendship, but everyone now tagged me with the label of queer. When I would join a group to try to join in on the conversation, they would instinctively disperse--no one wanted to be around me.

All that year there was always the quiet laughter and the finger pointing. Even the teachers snickered and talked behind my back. Enduring those silent whispers, I now began hating Robby even more for what he’d done to me--I blamed him now for everything. Somehow I managed to make it to graduation and when it was time to get my diploma, you could hear the silence in the assembly hall when my name was called, and then the whispers. For me there was no prom, no parties--nothing.

I knew I had to prove to myself I wasn’t gay. Desperate to somehow prove myself a real man and not a fag, I made the applications to the police academy. To my great relief I was accepted. As the recruiter had said, I had that look they wanted, strong, blond, with that all American look and they would make a man out of me. I had to smile at that, if he only knew that I was a cunt in men’s clothing.

I managed to hang on and after a year of close quarters living at the police academy, and tolerate all the butt jokes and grab ass games. I was convinced I had changed my life around. The academy was like a brotherhood and I went to great lengths to try to fit I--right down to writing letters to a fictitious girl I pretended to be going with. The hardest part of the academy was living in close quarters with all those hunky men. Seeing them prancing around naked with their cocks swaying and bouncing almost drove me up the wall. Still I managed to hang on and I made it—I even graduated at the top of my class. I was now going back to LaPort a new man. I knew it would be easer than at the academy, at least I wouldn’t be confronted with all those rugged men with their beautiful cocks.

The academy had done its work making me into one of their own, gone were my blond curls and swishy actions. For all practical appearances, I was now a lean mean machine. I looked like a real man and I acted like a real man. Other than my secret repulsion for women, no one would guess that underneath my studied veneer--I was still a fagot. My one need, the need to be fucked, I managed to satisfy by using a vibrating dildo on myself to get a climax. In fact I now had a whole collection of them to choose from.

I had thought by now enough time had passed that the vicious rumors of Robby and me would have died out. My homecoming was as uneventful as I had hoped it would be. I was the new man in town and settling in to a modest efficiency apartment with glorious privacy, I felt I was free at last, but sadly when I was alone in the apartment--I was lonely--so damn lonely! Fucking myself with a piece of plastic left me wanting more and yet I knew this could never be. I could never take the risk of being with another man in that way. God--how I hated Robby for doing this to me!

It was another matter at the station; everything seemed to be going fine at first. Then about two months into my assignment, I began sensing some of the men’s cautiously veiled distrust. Somehow those evil rumors had apparently surfaced, someone had remembered me, or something had been said. Robby was always destroying my life in some way--it was like I could never get away from him.

I had been getting all the grunt work at the station waiting for an opening to ride shotgun in one of the patrol cars and finally an opening came up. It didn’t take long before it became evident that none of the men wanted me riding with them. I was just finishing up my reports when our Commander Frank Kaplan took me aside and gave me the facts. Looking down at his shoes in embarrassment and saying, “Kid, no one wants you in their car because they think you’re a fagot. Your not married--you don’t date girls, and shit, you never talk about ever making it with a broad. Hang in there and one of these days something will open up for you, in the meantime, try to act a little more butch.”

Just hearing those words all the hatred I had tried almost successfully to suppress came surging up to the surface. I could have killed Robby at that moment for making me what I was. There was no way I could fight this, it was like it was my destiny to be a cunt! Blushing at those words, I said if that was the way the men felt about me, perhaps I best resign. There I had said it, I was giving up! That must have done it for me, when push came to shove, he said he would make things happen for me, that I would ride with one of the men come hell or high water!

True to his word I did get my chance. However the only cop that was willing to take me on as his partner, was Sergeant. Keller. Everyone called him “the animal” behind his back, but there wasn’t a man on the force that had the balls to call that to his face. He was an ex-marine and built like a gorilla--and just butt ugly. To make him even more foreboding, his body was covered with coarse black hair that stuck out everywhere from his uniform. And that uniform, he wore so tight that it was more than obvious he was hung like a bull. It was said that he would fuck anything with a hole that was breathing.

No one ever doubted that Sergeant Keller was all man and proud of it. It was rumored that when he fucked a broad, she would never go out with him again, because once he got his cock up her cunt it was there for the night. However, as much as the men joked about his looks and his sexual appetite, they all admired him for it. He made no apologies to anyone for either his looks or his appetite for fucking and it was a proven fact that when he was called in for crowd control, his looks were enough to put the fear of god in anyone.

It wasn’t long after I’d started riding shotgun with him that he clued me in that the guys at the station had started calling us “Beauty and the Beast”. Trying to laugh like it was some big joke, he turned to me putting his hand on my leg asking, “You ain’t one of them fags are you Lyle, because if you are I got no problem fucking a guy!” Trying to keep my voice from rising to a soprano level, I managed to stammer, “I’m as straight as you are.” “Damn shame” he went on, the guys were willing to bet you were a cunt and liked taking it up the ass. I was hoping they were right.” Nothing more was said after that but there it was, what he thought of me now out in the open.

I just sat there not knowing what to say because it was like he could look into my soul and he knew what I really was. What does a guy like me say to someone like him after he accuses me of being a fagot? I wanted to say something, to do something to make him believe I was straight, do I ask, “Getting much lately? You got a girlfriend?” So I said nothing. After that we began spending most of out time cruising the streets in god-awful silence. Every time I would look over at Sergeant Keller now, I would feel my face grow hot and my ass would begin twitching.

God forbid when I did manage to steal a look at his crotch and saw that hunk of meat snaking down his pant leg--it was all I could do not to reach over and grab it. He was everything I wanted in a man. As the days turned into weeks, when I would get off duty and go to my room I’d even begun to pretend to myself that he was my master and I was his slave, and then I would fuck myself with my largest dildo. I don’t know how much longer I could go on like this and not give myself away.

It was almost a relief when we were rotated to the night shift. Sitting there in the dim glow of the instrument lights I could look to my heart’s content without him seeing me. We had now begun to develop this strange symbiotic relationship. Gone was all my practiced training, he had become the dominant and I the submissive. It had first started when we would make a routine stop we seemed to sense what the other one was thinking and react without a word being said. If it were just a traffic thing I was the one going out to do the questioning, but if there were a problem with a drunk or a fight, I would stay in the car and cover him.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am no sixty pound weakling but it was as he wanted it. I was more than comfortable to let Sgt. Keller calling all the shots and he enjoyed--no loved-- ordering me around. With that said, his glances and the way his hands would touch me, I was really beginning to think the only reason the Sergeant had teamed up with me was because he was hell bent on fucking my ass.

Then there was this night he was going on about needing a good fuck and reaching over pulling my hand to his crotch he asked, “How would that feel up you ass boy?” Then I had no doubt he was out to fuck me and pulling my hand away and barely able to whisper I managed, “Quit your kidding Sergeant.

Chuckling he then was saying, “Who’s kidding? It’s a damn shame you weren’t born a girl--you got one fine ass!” I thought that night would never end and from that night on it was cat and mouse all the way.

It was on a slow Saturday night that we received a call to go over the gay bar called the Leathers to look into some kind of ruckus. Chuckling, he said they got calls from there from time to time and it was usually two fags having a bitch fight. Sliding down in my seat, I was hoping he would go in alone, but no--he insisted that I come in with him--to see how it was handled. Then when he made the crack that I might run into someone I knew from school, I though I would die on the spot.

No sooner were we inside the door than the bartender came rushing up to the Sergeant telling him that this straight dude had come in drunk and was hassling some of the ‘boys’. Noticing the Sergeant was on a first name basis with the bartender, I remembered that the Sergeant had said they got quite a few calls from there. Sergeant Keller was sheer poetry in motion and in one swift movement he had the drunk’s arms behind his back and was hauling him outside. As we all watched, we could see the Sergeant warning the drunk to shape up and ship out. The Sergeant really had everything under control.

Thinking it was over, I begun to leave the bar when someone from the crowd reached out placing a hand on my shoulder. Big mistake, because of my training, almost without thinking I retaliated. It was just before my fist hit his face I recognized him--it was Robby Carlson--the nigger who had ruined my life and had made a cunt out of me! Every fiber in my body began to rebel and all that repressed hatred came instantly boiling to the surface. Quickly raising my knee to his groin, as he doubled over in pain I clenched my fists together, bringing them up sharply under a chin. Doubling up like a rag doll and dropping to the floor, seeing him seeing him lying there unconscious, I lost it.

Like a savage animal I began kicking at his limp body and then some of the men grabbed me as Sergeant Keller came running in. Calling me an ass and pulling Robby to his feet he helped him to a chair, then turning and grabbing me like he had the drunk he hauled me out to the patrol car and shoved me inside. Telling me to stay there and shut up that he was going back and try to settle things down in the bar. Sitting there shaking, I waited for what seemed like hours before he returned.

Getting in and slamming his door and glaring over at me he said I would be damn lucky if I had a job after tonight. As we pulled into traffic all he said was, “You’re one of them aren’t you boy?”

Trying to fake it I said, “I don’t know what you meant Sergeant”.

Without looking over he went on, “That black guy, Robby Carlson, he claims you’re a fagot and you’re his property--you know that master slave crap that you fagots practice.” Suddenly I knew it was all over and breaking out in tears and covering my face with my hands I began to tell him about Robby and how he had taken over my life, of how he had made me his sex slave and his whore.

Bowing my head in shame I waited for him to say something—anything-- but there was only this deathly silence. It was when we came to this dark section of town filled with deserted buildings he pulled into this alleyway. Killing the lights he began fumbling with his zipper. Then hauling out that enormous cock of his with a sneer he boomed, “Suck my cock you fucking cunt!”

Undoing my safety belt as he slid the seats back and I slipped to my knees. Then lifting his one leg up on the seat I now had full access to his cock. Sliding between his legs then and taking his cock in my mouth I began licking at his precum. Just the feel of his cock in my mouth and the taste of his precum was like a switch somewhere in my brain turning on. Now all the stops were gone and relaxing my throat I began sliding down that rod right down to his pubes. I was home at last!

Feeling his feel his big hands pressing on the back of my head, he had began working his hips and fucking my mouth in earnest. Breathing in that musky smell of his crotch in combination with the taste of his precum, I now began working his cock for all I was worth and closing my throat muscles around his cock I began milking him like an animal on a teat. Now with all the barriers down moving my hands to his crotch and finding his balls I began to gently knead them. His only words to me were, “Don’t get anything on my uniform you whore.”

Slowly as I worked his balls and his cock his breathing began to quicken and I could feel his whole body begin to tremble. He was now surrendering to his lust and he began writhing and pumping his whole body like an animal in heat. Then moaning he went wild ripping his blouse open. Automatically my hands began moving up along his hairy chest finding his nipples and I began working them. That was the key--- his nipples were his trigger. He had now become a bucking bronco and it became one damn rough ride hanging on getting him to climax.

As I was finishing him and sucking the last of the cum from his balls, he lifted his ass spreading his legs. Knowing instantly what he wanted I began working my face into his ass crack and rimming him. This only inflamed him even more and shoving me back on his cock this time the ride was even wilder and the load bigger. He was now all animal and he was off and running. Tearing at my uniform he quickly had me naked. Then dragging me into the back seat and spreading me like a Christmas Goose, he rammed his cock up my ass. Like a man possessed he began ravaging my ass. It was only when we received a dispatch call that he relented his attack.

After reporting in we struggled into our clothes and resumed the trip back to the station in silence. With the taste of his cum still in my mouth and leaking out of my ass we arrived back at the station house. When the Sergeant and I split the only thing he said to me was, “I can forgive you for being a fagot, but I can never forgive you for lying to me!” With that he turned and left.

That night had been the worst night of my life. All I could think of was that cold hard expression on the sergeant’s face when he ordered me to suck his cock and then when he sank his cock up my ass I was in heaven. Now it was all over. I kept reliving that ordeal of how I lost it decking Robby like that. Then of all things giving myself to the sergeant so willingly like the two-bit whore I was. Still deep down inside me I know I had satisfied him as no women ever had--or ever would.

The following day I was to find out what my actions were going to cost me. The good news was the Leathers bar didn’t sue the department; the bad news was Robby Carlson had accused me of police brutality. This I expected, but the big surprise was that Sergeant Keller had defended me, but the department had no choice but to suspend me by policy. When I tried to talk to the Sergeant on the way out of the office he winked and groping himself he told me he would settle with me later. For the first time now I had a glimmer of hope that the there might be a way out of this mess. As for the Sergeant he was now going to anything and everything he wanted out of me.

It had come came as a shock when I got Robby’s call telling me to meet him at the Leathers that he had a deal for me. With a glimmer of hope I dressed with great care. I chose a pair of tight faded jeans and a white silk shirt hoping I would fit in and that no one would recognize me from the week before. Then driving down to the Leathers and pulling into the almost empty lot, I sat there for the better part of an hour getting up the courage to go in. Running up the top of my Sebring and locking it, I headed in to the bar.

To my surprise the door was locked and a sign, Private Party was in the window. After knocking someone came to the door and I said Robby had invited me. No sooner was I in the door a hush seemed to fall over the room. Standing there, letting my eyes grow accustomed to the darkened room, I realized everyone in the bar was sizing me up. When my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, I made my way over to the bar and slid onto one of the stools. In seconds the bartender was in front of me flashing a big smile. Asking me if I was Robby’s guest. I was almost afraid to meet his eyes. When I said yes I was his guest he grinned drawing me a beer. No sooner was my beer in front of me I heard Robby’s voice in back of me asking if I wanted to dance. I knew from the tone of his voice it wasn’t a request--it was a command.

Damn I though, now how did I get myself into this mess and saying, “Sure Robby anything you want.” Pulling me off my stool and leading me to the floor. Wrapping his arms around me he began telling me it was good to have me back in his arms. His strong arms then pulled me close to him and we began moving slowly to the music. Feeling his hard cock pressing against me he began dry fucking me right out there on the floor. Letting him have his way, I whispered about how sorry I was for decking him. Laughing saying not to worry he had big plans for me tonight.

Closing my eyes and just going with it, I just let it happen figuring I was home free if he would drop the charges. When the music ended we moved back to the bar and as we talked the beers just kept appearing. The more I drank the louder the music got and the more naked the dancers got. Feeling a little dizzy and pushing away from him and trying to leave the dance floor Robby caught me in his arms. Looking over at the bartender and announcing it was party time in the back room. Now frightened at his words and trying to break his grasp, I began pleading that I wasn’t like that anymore.

“Baby” he said, “your ass belongs to me and don’t you ever forget it! When I’m done with you you’ll be begging to be fucked--just like the old days!”

Shaking my head saying no, he said, “Remember bitch, you stood me up once and I got gang banged and now it’s your turn”. Then saying, “Say it Lyle say you want my cock up your ass.” Shaking my head suddenly he grabbed my nuts and squeezing them in pain I managed to mutter, “I want your cock up my ass Master.”

Hearing the laughter all around me the few men that were now left in the bar watched as Robby stripped me and then half drug me and half carried me through the tables to a door at the back of the bar. Once we were inside, the men from the bar began pouring in to watch the show. Suddenly a bottle of poppers under my nose and someone was telling me to take a deep breath.

Smelling that old familiar scent, my head began whirling and my mind began slipping back to the time I was his sex slave. Feeling his body pressing hard against me forcing me down, he then spayed me over a dirty little table in the middle of the room. Begging him not to fuck me front of all these men, he just began laughing saying they were all going to fuck me too. I was the party boy for the weekend.

Watching him stripping, I felt that old excitement and my cock began responding. Slipping between my legs he taunted, “Been saving yourself for me cunt boy?” And then he impaled me on that enormous cock of his. Half lifting my body, he began driving his cock ever deeper into my ass. Now delirious from the pain and lust of his attack, I cried out, “Fuck me master! Please fuck me!”

Robby’s response was, “ Boys it’s gang bang time!”

It was the bartender who was the first to step up and lifting my head, rammed his cock down my throat and then the only sounds in the room were Robby’s grunting and the sucking sounds of my ass and mouth as their cocks worked my body. I could dimly hear his words, “You sold me out you bitch, and because of you I was raped by those Bikers! Now it’s your turn to pay you fucken’ bitch!” There it was he was going to destroy me. Someone was taping everything. Then when Robby had his fill of me pulling his cock from my ass, he discarded me like a used condom. Pulling me from the table, as if this were not enough revenge, he began kicking me in the balls telling me I had no right to be call a man and that I should be castrated.

Now in absolute terror, I began groveling at his feel begging him to forgive me and promising him I would do anything he wanted promising him I would be his slave again but please not castration! Then to my horror someone produced a can of shaving cream and a razor. I will never forget the laughter as the many hands pulled me up on the table and they began lathering my body. Crying hysterically now, I began begging them not to hurt me saying I would be his whore and work for him—anything!

Paying no attention they began shaving the hair off my head. By the time the razors had reached my balls, I was out of my mind with fear. Then someone shoved some poppers under my nose forcing me to inhale. As my mind began to drift, I began to relax as the last of my body hair was removed. I had never felt so exposed or so naked in all my life. Pulling me off the table and forcing me to look at myself, I heard Robby’s words, “Slave and cunt--now the whole world can see you as you really are!”

That was when the men began using my body in every way known to man and beast. When I didn’t have a cock up my ass I had someone fucking me with a giant vibrating dildo. The more they abused and used me, the more I begged for more. Robby’s domination over me was now complete and I had accepted my old roll willingly> I was soon to learn that there was going to be much more to his pagan ritual as cock after cock invaded my body. I had come full circle, Robby had reclaimed me as his property. .

Then dimly somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized a familiar voice. Dimly realizing it was the Sergeant’s voice and looking up I could see he had been the one holding the video camera. His only words were, “When I asked you if you were one of those fag boys you lied to me. Then the first chance you get you’re out whoring around with every damn queer in town. Well boy you’re bought and paid for now and you belong to me. Then handing the video camera off to the bartender, he began to disrobe saying it was time to claim his property.

As his cock sank into my mouth I realized then that Robby had sold me to the Sergeant and now his revenge was now complete. The Sergeant’s words kept ringing in my ears as he fucked me, telling me I was a nothing, a cunt made only to please him. I was not worthy of even being called a whore. I lost all count of how many times he had me, but when he had finished, he had me on my knees and used me as his toilet. Then telling me to cover myself--he was taking me home.

Little did I comprehend then the meaning of those words as he drove me to my apartment. Pulling up in front of my place, the Sergeant took the things he wanted and then called Goodwill to pick up the rest. Mustering up the courage to ask about my car, he told me he had given it to Robby in payment for me. I now had nothing but the torn rags on my back. I began to realize just how much I belonged to him when he attached a slave collar around my neck and locked it. Leading me to his car, we drove to the station house. Pushing me out of the car he told me to get my ass into the station and resign.

Stumbling up the steps no sooner was I inside I heard the laughter and catcalls and someone screamed, “Look! Look at the fagot!” And then they realized it was I, Kyle. It was now more than apparent to everyone what I was, and then when Sergeant Keller appeared and attached a leash on me, it was obvious now who I belonged to as he led me from the stationhouse, and to my new life as his cunt.

It was when the Sergeant decided to show off my talents to his buddies at the station and make a little extra money at the same time, that he decided to have a smoker. On the night of the party I was in the kitchen fixing what was to be served as a dozen or so of the officers and their friends, when they began arriving. Paying at the door, they were laughing saying “it better be good for what he was charging”.

Seeing the men gathering around the television, I began serving the beer naked as I had been instructed. Oblivious to their catcalls and laughter, I had no shame or pride now as they pinched and goosed me. It was now common but unspoken knowledge that the Sergeant now owned his personal cunt boy. Pushing a tape in the Sergeant proclaimed, “Let the party begin!” and the screen began to flicker and come alive. As they settled down to watch, I then took my place at the Sergeant’s feet.

The first thing that appeared on the screen was the man I had once been being stripped on the dance floor by--Robby. I think at the time I was the only one in the room that noticed the Sergeant standing there with some of the other men from the bar holding that video camera taping everything.

They all watched in fascination seeing the handsome blond man I had once been now naked and being fucked by this black giant. To me it was like watching someone from another time, another world. It was then I realized what was happing had been a calculated thing---this was not a rape but a ritual of passing. I was being prepared for my new life with the Sergeant.

Watching the men staring at the action on the screen, I could see in the lust in their faces and eyes--they were wishing that they had been the ones in that bar raping me. Paying no mind to my feelings or me, the men were now all laughing and wanting to see me degraded further. It was like a choreographed scene from Dante’s Inferno as the tape reached the part where my head and body was shaved. Then more laughter as the men watched me being kicked in the balls by that black man, and I began begging him to be his whore.

Then in the next scene, the part where I was splayed out on the table begging the men to fuck me and Robby had stepped up to my ass began fisting me. More laughter and someone yelled out, “I only wish I’d had a chance to fuck his ass before he left the department.” Then there was a murmur of agreement from all the men.

As the action continued, suddenly their view was blocked by what appeared to be the back of a uniformed police officer and the room went silent. Then the black man’s voice was heard commanding me to surrender myself to my new master. Then one of them men yelled, “Shit that’s you Keller. Were you there watching that fagot getting dicked the whole time?” Then laughter and the Sergeant in a loud voice said, “Shit boys, I bought the little fairy for my slave and they were just breaking him for me.”

One of the others yelled out, “No Shit, you own that bitch Lyle now?” Again laughter and Sergeant confirmed, “Lock stock and asshole!”

Then turning their attention back to the screen it was showing the Sergeant as he began stripping. The room was again filled with catcalls and applause as his hard naked body moved towards me. With every step his hard cock was waving and bouncing like a lance and another man yelled out, “Shit Sergeant, you’re hung like a fucken’ horse!”

Positioning himself in front of my face and standing spread eagle they all cheered as he shoved his cock down my throat watching as his cock quickly disappeared into my mouth. More giggling and catcalls and another man cried out, “He’s taking the whole fucking thing right down to your nuts!”

Watching as the sergeant began working my face, the men started clapping their hands to the rhythm of the Sergeant’s cock plunging deep into my face. Then when he climaxed, they began laughing as my eyes bugged out and he began pumping volley after volley of cum into me. Chanting, “More, more!” it became silent again as they watched as he moved around to my ass and continued his assault. It was now more than obvious to everyone he had complete control over me. His final act of domination was when I was kneeling in front of him and he began pissing in my mouth and all over my face and body and then the picture began to flutter as the tape ran its course.

The boys began chanting, “More, give us more” Pulling the tape out he asked the boys if they wanted some of the action. Suddenly they were on their feet cheering and chanting, “Give us Lyle” Watching the men I’d once worked with wanting to fuck me, I remembered the Sergeant’s words, “I’ll get you all the cock you want.” Suddenly clothes were everywhere and someone pulled a coffee table around for me to lie on. Then no sooner was I on the table my body was impaled by cocks from both end--and so it went for the rest of that night. Like kids in a candy store they wanted everything they had seen on the tape--even the fisting and toilet part.

As the Sergeant taped the men putting me through my paces, the men’s high point was my rimming their assholes. To say I was a success would have been a wholesale understatement. It was almost dawn before I managed to get them all satisfied, and as they were dressing to leave, they kept telling the Sergeant what a great smoker it was and he should make it regular event. Laughing he said they all were welcome to come see themselves on video.

No sooner had the door closed the Sergeant’s arms tightened around me and whispered, “You happy Lyle?” Slipping through his hands and licking and sucking my way down his wonderful hairy body, before I impaled myself on his throbbing cock I said, “Oh yes master for the first time in my life, I feel like this has always been my destiny.”