Gay Erotic Stories

I felt confused and vulnerable. I had no idea how much time had passed since I arrived at Brett’s for a party with “the guys,” that turned into a training for me in providing sexual pleasure to men. Although I was a man married to a beautiful woman, even now cowering behind a bush I was becoming titillated thinking about taking a man’s hard cock in my mouth. What was happening to me?!

I wondered what my wife was thinking – and if I should signal her from across the street to come and rescue me. What would I tell her? What would her response be? I was so nervous and unsure of what to do. I began to think about Brett, and how his masculine confidence and firm direction made me feel secure. I would wait for him to come back and tell me what to do.

As the sun began to set, I crept back out from behind the shrubs and kneeled down faing the porch, which was the most comfortable thing I could do tied to the railing. Just then I heard the roar of a motorcycle as Brett rounded the corner and pulled into the driveway.

“Hey Bill, buddy,” he said “What are you doing out here?”

“I’m not sure, Brett,” I stammered, “I was waiting for you…should I go?”

Brett moved toward the railing and quickly untied my hands. I fell naked on all fours in front of him.

“Do you want to go, Bill?” he asked firmly, towering over me, and looking directly into my eyes.

I immediately averted my gaze in a submissive manner. “No, I don’t Brett. Will you help me?”

“Help you what, baby?” he asked.

“Help me feel right again,” I said, on the brink of tears, “help me feel safe.”

“Awww, don’t be so nervous baby. Will you feel safe if I take you back to your wife – or safer if I take you inside?”

I hesitated briefly. “Inside,” I said.

Once he heard that, Brett ran his strong hand across my head, down my arched back, and a finger rested on my hole. I quivered a little, partly because it was sore, and partly because this feeling of desire was new to me.

“I can see she’s in heat,” he said with a chuckle, “That happens at first. Let’s get you back in the house.” He patted my butt, and encouraged me up the stairs, grabbing the back of my neck like an animal. I knew I was meant to crawl into the house.

We entered, Brett closed and locked the door, and turned on a dim light. He drew the blinds like the first time I was in his living room. I remained on all fours waiting for direction. Although I still felt confused about my feelings, there was a sense of safety in knowing I would be told what to do.

Brett went into the kitchen and came back with a beer. He sat down in a big leather chair, opened the beer and rubbed his crotch while looking directly into my eyes. I subverted my gaze again.

“What did you do all day, sweetie?” he asked, and a smile crossed his face.

“I hid in the bushes,” I said, “and some men came by and fucked me…”

“Ah, I see,” he said, “and how was that?”

“I was sore, and it hurt a little. But I made all the men cum.”

“I thought I smelled cum,” he laughed, “go up to my room and take a shower and clean that pussy. When you’re done, I left you something on the bed to wear. Put that on and come back down.”

I hurried quickly to Brett’s bedroom, the place I had first been turned out. There was a package on the bed wrapped with a pink bow. I went to the shower, and quickly washed myself in hot water, paying special attention to my hole. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten, and only cum seemed to run out of me.

Cleaned and towel dried, I went to the bedroom and began to open the box that I guessed was intended for me. As I removed the box top. Inside was a pink, silk baby doll nightie neatly folded. I hesitated, and then unfolded it and brought it over my head. It was tight across the top and my nipples showed through it. It fell straight over my waist and stopped with just about half of my buttocks showing. I felt strange and excited. I wanted to hurry back downstairs to Brett.

As I nearly skipped down the staircase, I was surprised to see not only Brett, but five other biker type guys in the living room, just arriving. Two were already bare chested, and each of them had a cigar in his mouth. I stopped in my tracks and began to move back up the stairs.

“Get back down here princess!” Brett yelled, “no need to be rude.”

I turned and continued down the stairs, tugging the nightie down over my bottom.

“Guys, this sissy is Bill, but she’s working toward getting a real sissy name,” Brett said in a serious tone,” “She’s going to service you as you like tonight.” I could feel myself blush.

One of the bare-chested guys approached me and rubbed his knuckle against one of my nipples. I flinched.

“Is she shy?” he asked Brett, “Because I’d just as soon enjoy her down here with y’all.”

“No, she’s not shy Mike,” Brett said with a laugh, “Come down here and show Mikey you’re not shy, sweetheart.”

At Brett’s direction I came the rest of the way down the stairs and stopped. My shame was overwhelming, but so was my need for Brett’s approval. I was standing face to face with Mike, who was about half a foot taller than me and very hairy. I was surprised at the lust growing inside me. He put his hands on my shoulders firmly and began to push me down into a kneeling position. Halfway down I stopped any resistance and knelt before him.

“What do we do when we’re kneeling before a real man, princess?” Brett asked firmly.

“Should I suck his cock?” I asked quietly, my shame rising.

“I think he’d like that,” Brett answered, “Mikey – should she suck your cock?”

Mikey nodded, and I reached up to unbuckle his belt. To do this I had to put my hand inside the waistband of his pants, and I could feel his hot, hairy body. The feelings of lust and need inside me were new and powerful. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and gently tugged his big cock into view. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. As his cock grew larger and larger, I was painfully aware that my less than average sized dick had stiffened too.

“Looks like her clit’s at full mast,” Brett said with a hearty laugh.

I was embarrassed, but with a mouthful of cock there wasn’t much I could do. The other bare-chested man approached and stepped behind me. He put his booted foot between my legs and moved my knees further apart one at a time.

“Does she know what to do?” he asked Brett.

“Yeah, she knows,” Brett answered, “Show him sissy.”

At Brett’s direction, without taking the cock out of my mouth, I began to lift my ass up, so it was accessible, and the nightie moved up showing that I was bare underneath. When I felt like I had done what was wanted, I turned slightly and took a break from the cock I was sucking.

“Will you fuck my pussy, Sir?” I asked submissively. And began another night of sucking cock and being fucked like a common whore. I was given a shot in my ass at one point, like the ones I’d been given before. It left me even more disoriented, horny and submissive. As the night wore on, I was completely naked on all fours on top of a glass top coffee table. I had no pride or dignity, and the horny men preyed on it.

As they tired and some began to leave, I noticed that a sixth man, not a biker type, had arrived at some point wearing a suit. He was sitting in the corner of the living room, sipping a drink. We made eye contact as the last cock of the night was in me, and he winked. I blushed. The last man fucking me shot his load, then walked around to my mouth to be cleaned off so he could pull his pants up, which once he had he also left, patting Brett on the back. I started to move off the table.

“Stay put, sweet thing,” Brett shouted. He nodded at the man sitting across from me. “This is Dr. Walker. He heard about you, and he’d like to take a look.”

Taking that as an order, I mounted the table again, spread my legs and tilted my ass up. I was still so horny; the men could have done anything they wanted.

Dr. Walker, still dressed, came up behind me. He caressed my butt and then began to finger me, first with one finger, then with three. I was still for him, but immediately became aroused.

“Wonderful pussy you have,” he said kindly, “Deep and accommodating, but still tight. Very nice for fucking. But this,” he continued, grabbing my tiny cock and balls in one hand, “seems useless…almost a waste of space. I’m a doctor you know – a surgeon. I could make this better. Make it for real enjoyment. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His voice was so calm and soothing, and I was in ecstasy as he fingered me. “Oh yes!! Yes doctor,” I cried, “I would like that.”

He must have looked at Brett who was standing in front of me, as a smile crossed Brett’s handsome face. Brett approached with another needle, and without warning injected me as he had before.

“Sleep tight princess,” he said, “your dreams are coming true.” That was the last I remembered from that night.

I awoke once again in a strange place, with no idea of how much time had passed. It was daylight. I was in a small bed of some sort, but my arms and legs were fastened to it. I was under a blanket, but it felt like I was wearing something, so I didn’t feel the blanket. I could feel the restraints on my ankles, but otherwise my legs felt numb. I began to feel anxious.

“Hello!” I called, “Is someone here? Can someone help me??”

Shortly after, the door to the room creaked open, and Brett walked in, followed by Dr. Walker.

“I see the patient is awake and alert,” Dr. Walker said, “You have been sleeping for almost two days. How are you feeling?”

“I guess I feel fine,” I responded, “Maybe my legs are a little numb.”

“Oh, that’s for the pain,” the doctor said, “Surgery can be traumatic, and I like to make sure there’s no suffering.”

“Surgery?!?!” I cried, “What surgery? What’s wrong with me??” I was becoming hysterical.

“Nothing is wrong with you, my dear,” the doctor cooed, “I just gave you what you asked for…”

“What…did I ask for?...”

With that the doctor approached and pulled back the blanket. I was spread eagle on the bed, still wearing the pink nightie. He reached over to a table near the bed and picked up a large, white hand mirror. Dr. Walker reached between my legs, and gently removed a bandage that had been taped to each thigh, covering my crotch. He placed the mirror between my legs and asked me to sit up a bit to look.

I was stunned into silence. There where my inadequately sized cock and balls had been were the full lips of a pussy. I began to cry.

“Are those tears of happiness?” the doctor asked. And I didn’t know. I was numb and dizzy.

Dr. Walker moved back to the table and brought what looked like a rolled-up towel to the bed where I lay. He unrolled it and laid it flat between my legs. I would see then that it was a collection of dildos of varying sizes.

“Your new pussy will take some work and care to open, and remain a size that will please men,” he said, choosing one of the dildos, “the one I’m about to insert is the smallest, and you’ll need to begin penetrating yourself with this one a few times a day.”

With that he inserted the dildo into me. At this point I couldn’t feel it.

“You’re still numb, so I’m being rough with you right now,” the doctor said, “there will be some bleeding over time, but we want the walls of your pussy to accommodate the largest dildo. In a month you’ll be able to try a man’s penis. Do you have any questions?”

My mouth was dry, and I had tears in my eyes. “Is this…permanent?” I asked.

“It’s what you asked for the other night, young lady, so hopefully you’ll grow to want it to be permanent. But it would be very difficult to reconstruct a penis, even the tiny, useless one you had, now that we’ve made such a lovely pussy. Are you clear on what to do with the dildos? At least three times a day.”

“Yes,” I said, “yes, I can do that.”

With that the doctor set the small dildo in its case and headed out of the room. Brett approached the bed and began to unfasten my arms and legs.

“You going to be a good girl, princess?” he asked. I nodded.

Over the course of the next weeks, I developed a routine of sitting at the edge of the bed across from a floor length mirror, while I fucked myself with the dildos. By the end of the third week, the largest one fit comfortably, and I began to have pleasurable sensations.

In order for my body to keep the pussy moist, Dr. Walker began injecting me with female hormones, which eliminated the growth of some of my body hair and caused my breasts to grow. Now when he came in to check on me, Brett caressed my tits and usually had me suck his cock. I enjoyed doing it, and sometimes even asked if I could. Although I was generally in a state of confusion, Brett’s firm direction and firm cock were things I responded well to.

It had been a little over a month, and Brett came into my room naked. I was lying in bed, wearing another of the nighties he had for me. I saw his masculine, hairy body, and I began to tremble. He climbed on top of me in the bed, ripped the top of the nightie so my tits were bared, and he began to kiss them. Though he had used and raped me many times before, now it felt different. He gently moved his hand down my body, finally finding the sweet spot between my legs, softly rubbing my cunt, and then slipping a finger inside of me.

“Does that feel ok, baby?” he asked, “Is it time?” I was too nervous to speak but nodded and spread my legs a little farther apart.

I had grown used to being fucked up the ass, usually on all fours – and the way I needed to move and position myself for ease of a man inserting his cock. This was different, as Brett penetrated me easily while he looked in my eyes and continued to caress my tits. He guided my body in the more feminine way I needed to move to accommodate and please him. The new pussy that up until today had only known the force of a dildo opened for him easily and seemed to please him. He sped up his fucking, tensed, and shot his load inside of me. Once he had, he stuck a finger in my wet cunt, and then fed it into my mouth for me to lick his cum off.

“You’re a good fucking whore,” he said, “And you’re going to make a lot of men happy. Now go clean up, pussy. You have company.” He ripped the rest of the torn nightie off me and tugged me up by my arm.

I showered, then and came back into the bedroom. Brett was still there and had moved the room around a bit. The bed where we fucked had been stripped and was topped with several pillows. He had angled the bed, so the foot faced the large, floor length mirror.

“Go ahead and get on the bed, whore,” he said. I quickly laid down. Brett approached and rearranged some of the pillows, propping my head high with two of them, and pulling my legs far apart. I could now see myself in the mirror, legs obscenely splayed, my new pussy clearly visible and my now enlarged breasts resting on my chest.

Brett walked over to the bedroom door and opened it wide. “C’,mon boys! She’s ready,” he called.

I recognized the first man, Dal, right away. He had fucked my butt and now he was back to enjoy my pussy. His enormous black cock plunged into me, and the pain was blinding. He fucked me hard, biting my nipples and holding my arms down. I could only hold my legs open for him, and moan like a bitch. He whispered that it was see that I had the right equipment now, and he might take me home for the night.

Eventually the room was full of men, and I was moved onto all fours. Hard dicks filled each of my holes, men side by side opening my ass and pussy at the same time. I was sucking cock as well as directed. The men commented on my feminine appearance and rubbed their hairy parts against my smooth body. I was fucked relentlessly, finally carried down to the living room where it had all begun for another round.

This was a different group of men, and Brett sat watching as I was used, now just a vessel for male pleasure.

Finally, I was given a shot in my ass, and I collapsed onto the sofa. I slept hard, and when I awoke the house was empty – or at least quiet. I was disoriented from the shot, and from the activities of the previous night.

Absentmindedly I walked close to the large picture window on the far end of the living room, which was completely uncovered. I could see my faint reflection in the glass, and I reached down and began to rub my pussy, which was soaking wet. With my other hand I began to caress my breasts, masturbating like a woman. Suddenly I became aware that I could see my wife across the street at our house, and we made eye contact.