Gay Erotic Stories

Heath began to stir as his mind began to clear a little. He slowly opened his bleary eyes and the room came into focus. He quickly noticed the fact that he was strapped onto a frame of wood shaped like an "X" and his limbs were all sprawled out. He looked around wildly and saw many strange devices and jars full of strange substances that he was sure he didn't want to know about. He yelled for help for ten minutes before he began to go hoarse. He stopped and tried to think about his situation. Just then his captor walked in the door.

"Well, I see you're awake," Steve said, an icy tone was on his breath.

"Let me go, you fucker!" Heath screamed as hatred filled his eyes.

"Ah ah ah, watch your mouth. You're in no position to be bossing me around, now are you?" Steve hissed with a tone of utter glee.

"Just tell me what you want, please, just let me go," Heath begged as he began to break down.

"Awwww. Breaking down so soon? That's a disappointment, I was hoping I would crack you." Steve said as he maliciously smiled.

"What?!" Heath asked in complete fear.

"You heard me. I'm going to make you feel pains unimaginable and you will beg me for death before the end, my little victim!" Steve said and he began to laugh.

"Please, Steven, let me go. I'll do anything. Please, I am begging you. Just let me go home!" Heath pleaded as a tear began to roll down his cheek.

"Ha! And risk you going to the cops? Yeah right! No, Heath. I am sorry, but I am the last person you will ever see. So, let’s get started, shall we? We have lots of things to try before the end," Steve said, like it was business as usual.

"Oh god! No! Just let me go! I won't go to the cops--I swear it! Please!" Heath began to scream and beg.

"Nope, sorry, no can do. Oh and by the way, you can scream as loud as you want, the room is soundproofed," Steve said as he went through a drawer of tools.

Heath began to sob and beg as Steve continued to look for things. After a few minutes Steve walked over to Heath, holding a knife.

"Oh my god, please don't! Please, Steven, don't do this!" Heath shrieked as he saw the knife.

"Oh shut up, I'm not gonna cut you…yet," he said, Aand in case you haven't guessed it already, I'm gay," Steve added in evilly.

Heath closed his eyes in fear and waited for Steve to make his move. Then, suddenly, he felt Steven cutting off his Polo shirt. Steven made short work of his outer shirt and soon left Heath in only his pants and a wife-beater undershirt.

"Mmmm. I love a guy in a wife-beater. I think it's so sexy. This will make it all the more fun," Steven cooed.

Steven took a couple moments to smell Heath's pubescent scent before shoving his nose into Heath's armpits.

"You sick fag! Don't touch me!" Heath exclaimed.

Steven stopped and smiled. He sent a strong punch into Heat's stomach.

"Like I said, watch your mouth," Steve laughed.

Heath tried to catch his breath while Steven enjoyed his smell. After a couple of minutes, Steven began to work on Heath's black jeans.

"Hmm, let’s see what we have to work with down under," Steven said with a greedy light in his eyes.

He pulled the jeans off of Heath revealing dark blue boxer briefs.

"Oh Heath, you have no idea how horny I am right now," Steven said as he sniffed Heath's package through the material.

TBC…