Gay Erotic Stories

Okay, I was probably asking for it. Okay, I was definitely asking for it. After all, going into that leather bar outside of L.A. at 3 am, dressed in those tight pink jogging shorts with the hole in the seat of the them, and sneakers with rainbow shoe laces, there was no doubt what I was looking for. I walked up to the bar and ordered a bottle of water. The bartender recognized me and handed me a cool bottle, which I downed after jogging three miles to the bar.

"Man, I needed that," I said winking at the bartender. He was old enough to be my Dad, but he was fucking built, muscular, hairy chested, everything a cock hungry son would ask for. "What do I own you SIR!" I asked. He said it was on him, but I insisted. He finally said $1.00. I then pretended I forgot my wallet. "Oh man, I must have dropped my wallet and keys on my jog. Damn, how am I going to pay you. I hate being indebted to anyone. Is there anyway I can work it off." I asked smiling and raising my eyebrows. He got my meaning. "Well, our after hours entertainment didn't show up. You know how those cock teasing college boys can be." I cut in "Yeah, nothing worse then a cock tease. I know how it can really drive guys up the wall. All they can do it take out all the FRUSTRATION on the next guy that comes along." I paused then smiled and said, "So, how can I work off my debt to you. I know it's building interest by the second. By now I have to own you at least $10.00." The bartender waved over to the corner of the room where two very large bouncers came over. "This BOY ordered a drink and now he's claiming he can't pay for it. I think we'll have to take out what he owes us in trade. I'm sure the guys will be willing to toss him some nickels and dimes for his services."

Before I could say a word they roughly grabbed me, ripped off my shorts and sneakers and held me down spread eagle on the pool table. Man, I came hear hoping to suck some cock, but I honestly didn't think I'd be taking on a room of 35 leather men.

The first man to mount me was called Max and this stud was hung. I was taking 9 inches hard up the ass bareback as he bragged to the other guys about how tight my hole was. I was clenching my teeth as he raped my hole. Trust me this wasn't even fucking, it was rape since the bouncers held me down and this guy was showing me no mercy. After 5 minutes I felt him swell up inside of me and I screamed out his name. That's all it took. The other men who haven’t already gathered around the pool table got up to join us. Ropes were tied to my wrists and ankles and for the next three hours I was gang raped. Cum oozing out of my well used ass. My belly filled with over two dozen more loads. I was a tired, worn-out fuck toy, but also one smiling happy boy to have taken it so well.

After another hour most of the guys left, and I saw the bartender come out from behind the bar. "I guess I can let you go, now that you've paid your tab." He untied me and I got up. I then realized, my clothes were gone, taken keepsakes to remind them of the first time they fucked the movie star Chris Klein. At first I thought it was funny, but then the bartender took me by the arm and said closing time. I thought he was going to give me one more good hard pounding, but instead he tossed me out the back door. There I was, the sun about to rise, and me naked in a back alley miles from home. I was in a bit of a panic, but about two hours later The Diceman came to my rescue. It turns out he knew a few of the men from the night before and one of them called him to tell him where his property was. It had been a month since I thought I escaped his control, but when he drove up on his motorcycle and offered me a set of tight jogging shorts and a ride home I had no choice. I put on the shorts, climbed on the back and we rode home... but not to my place, but to his mansion. He tied me to my St. Andrew's cross and charged admission for the next four days. For as he constantly reminded me, nothing was free. The use of the shorts, the ride home, all cost. And since I performed so well for three dozen men in a bar for a $1, he figured I owed him years of service for rescuing me, and saving my acting career from scandal. I knew he was right. As his hard cock thrust into my tight ass I found myself involuntarily moaning "Thank you Master" and as I felt his hot breath on my neck, he grunted, you'll have plenty of opportunities to thank me slave." I melted into his strong arms as he pounded my ass; harder and deeper then any of the men did the night before. He was right, I was his slave. I wanted him more then I wanted any other man on Earth. To be his fuck toy, his slave; to be owned by this grunting, course stud... oh Christ forgive me, nothing else mattered. Even when I looked over and saw John Stamos, one of his newest stable boys, standing in leather boots and a black leather vest, stroking his huge hard cock in one hand while he video taped up with the camcorder in his other hand I didn't care... let the world know Chris Klein belongs to Andrew Dice Clay!! As I threw my tight ass back he roared and I earned the kind of reward no other man could give me, a load of Diceman, deep inside me.

He finally cut me lose from my bonds and tossed me over his shoulder. He took me upstairs to his bedroom where, to my surprise he made love to me the rest of the night. As I sucked him dry for the fourth time he looked down and said "how loves you slave?" As I lifted my mouth from his enormous cock, my mouth dripping with his cum I smiled up and said "You Master!"

He pulled me up and we snowballed, sharing his load, and he finally let me fall asleep in his strong arms. I didn't think it possible, but he was right, I had given myself to him willingly. I was his property. And this wouldn't be my last gangbang at the hands of my loving Master.