Gay Erotic Stories

Chad was so excited. He was on his way to campus to meet the gal he had been dating for the past month. He received a note from her that morning; it was wedged between the door jam and the front door of his apartment. He was a little surprised to get the note from Julie because she hadn't returned his last two phone calls, and they hadn't seen each other more than five days. Chad figured it was over, but then, this note... Julie asked Chad to meet her at the Medical Sciences Building. Julie was in her third year of nursing school at the college, but Chad still thought it was somewhat odd that she wanted him to meet her on campus on a Sunday night: the buildings were locked on Sunday because there were never any classes. Regardless, Chad dismissed it focusing on his date with Julie hoping he'd get to fuck her real good; sex with Julie was always very exciting. In her note, she told Chad to meet her in room B109. She said the side door to the Medical Sciences Building would be open, and she was right. Immediately inside the entrance was another door opening into the stairwell. He took two steps at a time descending to the basement. He quickly found room B109 and opened the door eagerly anticipating the sight of Julie. To his surprise, the room was dark. He took a few steps in, called Julie's name, and began to turn to find the light switch. As he turned, however, someone pulled him further into the room. As the lights came on, Chad watched one of the college football players close the door and turn the key in the lock. As Chad looked around, he saw Rick, the quarterback, and four other football players in addition to the one who just locked the door. There were six guys in all, and they didn't look happy. Chad didn't know Rick except by reputation. Chad was on the wrestling team, and had little to do with anyone involved in football. Each sport had its own fraternity and the wrestling frat and the football frat were always at odds due to some history from long ago. In fact, no one at either fraternity was able to recall the specific details that caused the feud in the first place. Chad didn't know any of the other five guys who now formed an ominous circle around him, but quickly became determined to know why there were assembled here waiting for him: "So what the fuck is going on, Man?" Chad addressed Rick. "You've been ballin' my girl, you little fuck," snarled Rick. Chad had only been dating one girl for the past several seeks and that was Julie, so he had to assume that Rick meant her; perhaps that's why she hadn't returned his last couple phone calls. Obviously enough, it was Rick behind the note that was left earlier that morning at Chad's apartment. "I didn't know Julie was your girl, man; she never said she was dating anyone else." "Well, you little wrestling puke, you're going to pay!" And Rick wasn't too far off calling Chad little, at least compared to the football players that surrounded him. Chad was about 5'8", dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and had chiseled features. Chad never had a problem getting a date. He was very lean and muscular, and no matter what Chad wore, you could see he was amply endowed. With the exception of Rick, the remaining five football players were over six feet tall and massive, each one weighing well over two hundred pounds. Rick stood 5'11" and was solidly built; while not as large as the other guys, he was still bigger than Chad, but not quite as muscular. With a nod from Rick, the five studs grabbed Chad and wrestled him to the ground. Since the odds were five against one, there was little Chad could do to defend himself. The five football players hoisted Chad up and took him over to a gynecological exam table, one of many in the room. Chad struggled as best he could, but there was little he could do to escape these five larger men. At the table, Chad was forced to lie on his back. One of the five, easily ripped the shirt right off his back. The others removed his shoes and socks, all with some difficulty as Chad continued to struggle. They then unbuckled his belt and forcibly removed his jeans. Chad was putting up quite a fight; while futile, it did make the removal of his clothes into a non-trivial task. Under his jeans, Chad wore only a jock strap. Chad always wore a jock. It made his already-large package appear even larger. One of the five began to remove it, but as he did, Rick instructed them that the jock should remain. Rick had now moved closer to the table so that he could keep careful watch on how his teammates prepared his prey. Chad was now clad in only his jock. His cock and balls bulged inside. A little of Chad's pubic hair peaked around the sides of the jock. Chad also had a chest full of hair covering his pecs with a line of hair drawn down across his abdomen, leading to the bush hidden beneath his jock. The five football players now began to restrain Chad to the table. His calves were placed snuggly in the stirrups and secured in place with an ample wrapping of duct tape. His thighs were taped to the posts which held the stirrups up, placing his ass at the very edge of the examination table. His wrists were bound together with rope and secured over his head to a post underneath the examination table. "You fucking assholes, what are you going to do?" Chad was now angry. Rick positioned himself between Chad's spread legs at the foot of the table, casually inspecting the bonds that now restrained Chad. Chad was left with almost no room to move. The five other men positioned themselves around the table. All six of them had smirks. "The way I see it, you little fuck, is that you've been ballin' my girl behind my back. I not only want to make sure you don't go bangin' her any more, but I also want to be sure you don't go fucking around behind anyone else's back either." Terror began to fill Chad's eyes. Rick continued, "My buddies here have got you in a very compromised position, don't you think? Those family jewels of yours are pretty vulnerable, and I'm going to take every advantage of that. I'm going to slowly torture your nuts until you are screaming agony, and then after you've endured all the punishment that I think you deserve, I'm going to rob you of your sex life." "You prick! I didn't know she was your girlfriend, man. I can't believe that you are doing this to me. You cock-sucking sonofabitch..." Chad continued to yell at Rick until one of his team mates chimed in: "Hey, Rick, you want me to duct tape this fucker's mouth?" Rick would have none of that, "No way; I want to hear him scream." "Let's get started," said Rick as he took a few steps to the side of the table to where a very large duffel bag lay. Rick unzipped the bag and removed a plastic whiffle ball bat and resumed his position between Chad's spread legs. Rick taunted Chad by gently laying the business end of the bat on Chad's jock-clad package. Chad began to beg for mercy as he knew what was surely about to happen. Rick took his time, however, enjoying the pleading from his helpless captive. Rick raised and lowered the bat several times, pretending to strike but stopping just short of the target. Chad desperately tried to close his legs but the stirrups made this completely impossible. As Rick took his time, he made just about every baseball analogy he knew, sure that Chad understood that he had the balls for Rick's game of baseball. Chad's pleading stopped in an instant as Rick delivered the first blow: a full-force slam of the plastic bat into Chad's exposed crotch. Chad's reaction was instantaneous. His face grimaced, his abdominal muscles rippled and he struggled against the ropes that held his wrists in place, futilely trying to raise his upper body to fend off the next attack. Chad's bonds, however, were tight and well placed; he had no hope of defending himself whatsoever against Rick's brutal assault. Rick didn't offer more than a few seconds for Chad to recover, but he did wait until Chad once again made eye contact with him. Rick wanted to see the pain and fear in Chad's eyes. Their gazes met and just as Chad began to move his lips to either plead or curse, Rick delivered the second blow to Chad's nuts. This one was more solid than the first. Chad's reaction was the same as he struggled against his bonds. He wanted to plead for mercy but couldn't form any words through the pain that now radiated into his abdomen. The two nasty blows to his private parts simply took his breath away. His head was arched up and back, his mouth opened poised to speak, but not a single word issued forth. Rick delivered another series of damaging hits, Rick's teammates smiled and laughed. One continued the baseball analogies asking Rick if he had yet hit a homerun. Between each slam of the bat to Chad's groin, Rick took his time, letting the fear and anticipation of the pain build. After ten or more blows, Rick laid the bat aside. Chad was in misery. His muscles remained taut, straining against his bonds; he was on the verge of tears, but didn't want to give Rick the satisfaction. Rick went back to the duffel bag from which he extracted a pair of scissors, which he used to cut off the jock strap. Now, Chad was completely naked with absolutely nothing standing between his balls and Rick's wrath. Rick returned the scissors to the bag and removed a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor. "Who wants to shave this fucker's hairy sac?" Chad asked of his teammates. One of five, who was obviously enjoying the sight of this helpless man having his testicles bashed, volunteered. He took the shaving cream and razor and began to remove the hair on Chad's sore balls. "Now don't move, man; I wouldn't want to nick you." As the football player finished with the razor, Rick instructed one of the others to get a damp towel, which Rick used to wipe away the remaining shaving cream. Chad was totally embarrassed, having someone shave his crotch. His ball sac was smooth - at least he was spared the complete humiliation of having all of his pubic hair shaved. Rick then began talking to Mike who everyone knew was gay. Mike was accepted by the team because he was one of the best players and he was not the least bit effeminate. Rick told Mike to get Chad hard. Regardless of Mike's dislike for the rival wrestler, he was nevertheless excited at the prospect of giving Chad an erection. Afterall, Chad had a very nice body and handsome features. Were the circumstances different, Mike would have been very happy to enjoy the company of Chad. Mike took up position along side of Chad and began to rub Chad's cock. Chad wasn't the least bit excited about having a guy jerk him off, but he couldn't help the natural reaction to the stimulus even after having his balls battered by Rick. Chad's cock began to stiffen. While Mike worked Chad's cock and fondled his smooth balls, Rick returned to the duffel bag and got a condom. He opened the package and unrolled the rubber. Again from the bag, he took a tube of BenGay, which he nearly emptied into the rubber. Chad wasn't paying attention to what Rick was doing, trying uselessly not to enjoy a single stroke of Mike's hand. "Alright, Mike, you've had your fun." With that Mike moved back around the table and Rick resumed his position between Chad's legs. Rick stared down at Chad's stiff cock and asked him if he liked being jacked off by a guy. As Chad responded to Rick's query with a series of colorful phrases, Rick slipped the BenGay-filled rubber over Chad's unsuspecting cock. It didn't take long for Chad to realize what the white cream inside the rubber most certainly had to be. Rick pulled the condom the whole way down the length of Chad's cock, pulling it tautly enough to leave enough condom at its base to enclose his balls. Some of the BenGay spilled out, forced out of the condom. Rick stretched the rubber to its fullest length and unceremoniously pulled it around the base of his cock and balls completely enclosing all of Chad's genitalia. It wasn't long before the BenGay started to burn the sensitive membranes of Chad's cock and freshly-shaved balls. Chad began to whimper and beg to have the condom removed. Rick and his buddies, just began to laugh as Chad struggled and moaned from the burning sensation. Chad's muscles rippled all of his body as he struggled against the ropes and tape. Rick let the BenGay do its job for a good five minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Chad. Rick returned again to the bag and pulled out his old fraternity paddle. And as he resumed his position within striking distance of Chad's defenseless balls, Chad stopped his moaning now aware of his next torment. Chad began to beg, no longer for the removal of the condom, but for mercy from the paddle which Chad was confident would used on his tender burning balls. Chad was, of course, right in his assessment and he watched Rick brutally bring the paddle down between his legs with all the force that he could muster connecting squarely with his condom-clad balls. The paddle was much heavier than the bat, and each smack was significantly more intense than before. After the forth whack of the paddle, the condom burst, spraying everyone with BenGay. All the football players removed their shirts and watched eagerly as Rick wiped the residual cream from Chad's cock and balls. Even after Rick removed the excess cream, Chad's balls still felt the sting of the burning ointment. Mike, however, didn't stop with his shirt; he also took of the rest of his clothes. Mike had the beginnings of an erection, and helped it along by grabbing his cock in his right hand and began to jerk it. Mike found the brutal attack on Chad to be quite arousing. While the other guys were most definitely "straight," they nevertheless followed Mike's lead, and surely enough each of them found it exciting to see Chad get the shit beat out of him. The five now who encircled the table moved in just a bit closer as they beat their meat. Chad felt completely humiliated. As Rick tossed the towel aside, he stripped from his clothes and resumed his position. He was about to began again administering the paddle but had very clear instructions for Chad: "Alright, Chad my boy, let's have a little participation from you. You're going to get 20 whacks on the balls with this paddle. I want you to count each strike. If I don't hear your voice between each hit, we'll start counting all over again." As much as the pain engulfed Chad's mind, he didn't want any more punishment than the twenty smacks he knew he would have to take. Albeit weak, his voice counted every stroke as Rick administered it, and with each stroke, Rick's cock got stiffer and stiffer - he loved the power and control that he had over Chad. Rick laid the paddle aside and reached again into the duffel bag and returned with a cattle prod. As the realization of what was about to happen dawned in Chad's pain-ridden mind, he screamed in terror. It didn't take Rick long to place the two prongs of the prod at the base of Chad's smooth scrotum in that very tender spot between his spread legs. With a click of the button, a strong jolt of current fried Chad's crotch. Chad bolted. He wailed in agony, but Rick continued Chad's punishment reveling in the screams of pain from the bound wrestler. The next assault was under the head of Chad's cock, and then Rick gave a strong zap to each of Chad's hairless nuts. These last two shocks were probably the most painful, and as a result, Chad lost consciousness. Rick was fully prepared for his revenge on Chad. He handed an ammonia capsule to one of his buddies. "I want this fucker fully awake while I bust his balls." With that, the capsule was broken and put under Chad's nose, arousing him. As Chad awoke, he quickly regained awareness of what was happening. Rick stood between his legs with another unopened condom. "All of my friends have hardons that need to be taken care of." With Chad's raised, spread legs and his ass conveniently positioned at the end of the examination table, his virgin hole was surely the next target of their attack. As that realization passed over Chad's face, Rick tossed the condom to Mike who quickly used it to wrap his substantial cock after which he took his position at Chad's backdoor. "Shouldn't I have some lube, Rick?" "Let him decide, Mike: he can take you dry or you can lube it up with BenGay. His choice." Chad quickly declined the ointment lubrication, and Mike began his rough and painful penetration of Chad ass. Mike had an eight-inch, thick prick. Chad moaned and began to cry, humiliated and totally defeated. It wasn't long before Mike climaxed in Chad's tight ass. He withdrew and one of the other took his place, ramming his cock into Chad's unwilling ass. There was not time for Chad to recover between this gang rape. They had all had their turns save one, Rick who sported an awful scowl. Rick wrapped his tool with a condom and plunged into Chad's ass. As Rick towered over Chad's bound body thrusting in and out of his now loosened hole, he began to clench his fist. Chad knew what was coming next and began to struggle against his restraints. Chad watched as Rick drove his fist full force into his helpless balls. The pain radiated through Chad's whole body. Rick was not satisfied with one punch, however, as he delivered several more in rapid succession timed in rhythm with each stoke of his cock into and out of Chad's ass. Chad's body began to quake from the pain. With each punch, Rick got harder and harder, closer and closer to climax. Rick continued to pummel Chad's nuts as Chad shrieked and writhed in pain. Chad could see that Rick wasn't going to stop until his balls were mush. It wasn't long until the brutal shots achieved Rick's goal: one of Chad's balls burst, and as it did, Rick explosively came. Rick stopped and felt Chad's sack, one side of which was mushy. The other side still held an intact, albeit a very swollen, testicle. Rick smiled at Chad as he felt his scrotum, "Looks like one of these little balls of yours is meat sauce." Rick looked at his friends who were at this point giving each other high fives and taunting Chad who laid helpless on the table: "Alright, guys, you get to decide. I'll take a vote. I destroyed one of this prick's nuts; should I let him keep the other?" Rick went clockwise around the table asking each fraternity brother his vote. Chad followed the vote around and wasn't too surprised that each and every one of those bastards voted to crush his remaining ball and thereby castrate him. Rick smiled at Chad, "I guess today isn't your lucky day." Rick once again formed his fist. With six more punches to Chad's remaining ball, he sterilized Chad for good. Chad's sack was black, blue, and swollen to about twice its normal size; his ass was raw and sore. The six football players got all of their belongings and as they left the room, one of the guys cut the rope that held Chad's hands above his head. As they left, Chad could finally sit up and begin to slowly undo the remaining restraints.