Gay Erotic Stories

The room is lit with one 40-watt bulb and that is far from me. My Master has left me in his gymnasium--that's what he calls it--and I am bound to a rough wooden chair. My ankles are tied to each of the front legs and he has wrapped me with my hands tied with unforgiving rope to the back slats of the chair. I am naked except for my white, white, oh so sparkling white briefs. In them my cock is sprung taut.

Though bound firmly at my torso and lower legs, I have been left so that I can squirm on the seat of the chair. And to make things worse there is another piece of rope, large enough to tie off a yacht, tied from the rear legs of the chair loosely across my lap. I have been well fed and exercised for days and now I am left alone with a hard-on that is unrelenting.

The rope and my cock duel for contact. My heart races. When I squirm with all my might I am able to let that rope rub my cock. If I could only get the purpled head of my precum oozing cock, now sticking out of the top of my briefs to get more contact with the stiff hairs of that sisal...

I squirm. I sweat. I torture myself raising my ass up to make meeting. I must cum!

Finally, Oh dear God, my dick makes just the slightest contact. My heart pounds, I am gone mad with that little, little sensation that has me tied to it. I must come! More! More! Let it touch a little more...!