Gay Erotic Stories

Many months had been spent in my careful slave training by my Master Mark, and tonight was to be the culmination of it all--and the beginning of a new era. My Master had taken me into training, both as a slave for himself, and to use as a stable stud, to assist in the training of future new young slaves. Tonight, all was in readiness as the events got underway. Out on the property of Master Mark's house, was an old barn, far removed from humanity, and salvation. Converted into a dungeon, it had the finest equipment available and every form of torture and pleasure device. Late in the afternoon, several slaves had lit the heaters, which not only warmed the barn, but pumped steam into it, creating a hot, sweaty, lubricating mist. Two of them then carefully prepared me in my stall, oiling my body, shaving my cock, balls and ass, trimming my bush and stimulating my tits with pumps, suction devices and their mouths. Once my nipples were hard and pointy, elastic rings were snapped onto them to keep them that way, making them available for what was to come. My normal chrome cock ring was today replaced with a gold one, which Master Mark had gotten for me as a sort of "graduation present". A hood was placed over my head and connected to my slave collar, with openings for only my eyes, nose and mouth. My carefully cared for harness was slipped over my chest and tightened, arranged so that the large chrome rings encircled my pumped nipples, accenting them even more; the long front strap was attached to my cock ring, forcing my cock and balls upward. In this manner I was led to the dungeon. As it was still light outside, on entering I had to wait for my eyes to adjust, for the only light inside was that from torches, their hot glow only adding to the heat of the moment. Led to the center of the dungeon, I faced my first position challenge--a large wooden X-cross on a raised platform. Before climbing onto the platform, I assumed my slave position, on my knees, legs and ass cheeks spread, chest to the floor and professed my devotion and love for Master Mark, who had brought me this far. I then got onto the platform, stood on a stool and was quickly affixed to the cross, slaves rapidly snapping my wrists and ankles into the shackles, then kicking away the stool. One of them then slipped a clear cylinder over my cock and began to pump it, pulling the head deeper and deeper into the cylinder and engorging the shaft. After several minutes of pumping to remove any excess air, he removed the pump, leaving on the cylinder and allowing the vacuum action to perform it's natural function. Leaving me suspended and hanging in this fashion, the slaves left the dungeon to further prepare themselves. As the hours went by, I was left alone to do nothing but contemplate what was to be and hope that my training would pay off. The oil on my body began to mix with sweat from the steamy heat and slowly drip down, much as it did in earlier days, when the Romans would crucify unworthy slaves and line the roads to the city with their dying bodies. An eternity passed... Finally, at the stroke of 10 PM a side door opened and 12 slaves filed in, their hairless bodies a testament to their newness and need for training. Each wore only a dog collar and cock ring, not being yet worthy of any other covering. They encircled the platform where the crucified stable stud hung. One of them came up on the platform and with a leather thong tied off my cock, above the balls. He then removed the cock pump cylinder revealing the purple bulging cock within, kept in this enormous state by the thong. Suddenly a loud gong sounded, a bright light turned on and was aimed directly at the cross from high in the rafters, creating a glow of sweat and oil and manhood. Just then, the large doors of the dungeon opened and there I faced him-Master Mark. Looking resplendent in his Master's harness, leather codpiece, shining black chaps and boots he stood with legs apart and arms crossed over his chest, taking in this sight. Whether he was pleased or not, was yet for me to know--only hope. Followed by six of his friends, all Masters, Master Mark entered the dungeon in a regal procession of leather, masculine aroma and power. As he neared, I could see the tremendous sheen of his carefully oiled body glowing in the torchlight. Thick hair covered the massive chests of the Masters all encased in their harnesses. They took their seats on large throne chairs which were in a circle around me--silence and meditation. The tremendous sound of the gong, again startled me and brought the blood rushing throughout my body. It was the signal to begin, and as if on cue, my own cock thrust itself even further outward, throbbing, pointing directly at Master Mark and dripping so much precum that at times it formed a solid thread from my piss slit to the floor. Without hesitation, the slaves began--one came up in front of me and slowly attached a large alligator clamp to my left nipple, slowly letting the teeth bite in to the engorged tit--as much as I tried, struggling was hopeless, secured as I was to the cross; just the same another clamp was tightened onto my right tit, momentarily making me forget the pain in my left but just as quickly assuring equal torture to both my pecs. Slowly the pain ebbed, as I had been tit training with clamps for months; but it would not be for long. A second slave then brought two nylon sleeves, almost like stockings, with a metal ring at the opening--these were quickly hung on each clamped nipple. What they were for, I did not know. Deftly, a third slave had been encircling my packed balls with a leather thong, tying them off and forcing the huge ball sac downward. The end of the thong was tied tightly to a ring in the floor so that every time I moved, it pulled both balls harder and further out. Any resistance was futile though, as my body reactively pulled and jerked my ball sac stretched longer. A fourth slave now came around in front of me and attached several electrode pads to my pulsating cock, and bulging balls. From behind, I felt another slave beginning to insert a cold metal cylindrical device into my asshole. The ceremony was to beginning. In a sign of compassion, Master Mark ordered one of the slave to insert small balls of cotton, which had been soaked in poppers, into each of my nostrils. The rush was instant and my head began to spin, though instead of easing any pain it seemed to magnify it. Without warning, I began to feel surges of electricity digging at my cock and balls--the more I twisted and pulled, the harder everything felt and got. At the same time, the cylinder in my asshole began sending shock waves throughout my gut--pulsing, shooting and stinging--my entire body was racked. Slaves came in front of me carrying a basket of billiard balls, slowly they dropped them, one at a time, into the sleeves hanging from my tit clamps, pulling my tits down longer and farther and forcing the clamps to bite deeper into the nipple. In all, six balls were dropped into each sleeve and the pressure was tremendous. My tits were being ripped from me, my asshole was being ripped, my cock and balls were being ripped, though still I endured. It seemed eternal that I was treated this way, and when my head began to clear I looked out, and was able to see that my Master Mark and the other Masters were all sitting in their chairs stroking enormous bull cocks, ever so slowly. Clearly they were pleased thus far with my initiation. The gong sounded again and I knew that the first part of my ordeal was over. All of the apparatus was removed from my body and the slaves gently wiped me down first with warm, wet cloths, and then applied more oil to my body. My cock and nipples were still tied off and throbbing - the pool of precum on the floor was beyond belief, and still it poured forth out of the large open piss hole, which had been opened even larger by the cock pump. In unison, the slaves began to work on me--since they were novices they were not yet worthy to serve Master Mark personally--that was an honor they would have to work for. Thus, their worthless mouths began to work on my cock, my balls, my tits and my asshole. Two slaves each had one of my tits in their mouth and suckled and nursed on it for dear life, occasionally biting into it. Two more slaves had a ball in their mouths, sucking it deep into them, while another slave rimmed my asshole. The sixth slave worked my cock deep into his mouth and throat, practicing the talents that would someday serve his Master. Just when I would be close to cumming, he would stop, as he knew he must, for my cum was far too valuable to waste on him. While this part provided pleasure for me, it was an important part of their training and the purpose of my having been raised to be a stable stud. As well it provided great entertainment for the Masters, who reveled in the display of male sexuality in front of them, and silently pondered which of the slaves they might someday add to their stable. Once again, the sound of the gong indicated that the next phase was to begin. Silently and quickly the stool was brought back, and the shackles were removed from my wrists and ankles; slowly all of the slaves helped me down off the cross and supported me until I was able to regain feeling. The pain subsided and I prepared for the true purpose I had been trained for, breeding. One by one a slave was brought before me, spread over a gymnast horse and held down by the others - without warning I speared my engorged cock in their assholes, raping them with it's length and tearing them with it's width. These slaves would learn well that their future job was only one--to provide their assholes at all time for use by their Master. Master Mark seemed pleased at watching his prize stallion perform for him in this fashion and seeing each of the slaves initiated. After the last slave had been impaled on my cock, the final, and most important, phase was to begin. On cue, all of the Masters arose and came up onto the platform. I, myself was now spread over the horse and my wrists and ankles again shackled to rings on it and the floor. My head was then placed in a special type of stock, similar to those used in olden days to public display criminals in the town square. Tit clamps were again placed on my inflated nipples and i felt warm oil being applied to my asshole by a slave, his fingers going deep into my hole in order to lubricate it. Master Mark then announced to his friends that this was the night he had long waited for and spent months of training me for. He told them all of his pride and pleasure with my performance as his stable stud, and that he would be willing to rent his stallion out for a stud fee to other Masters who could use me to breed their slaves. Finally he came up and positioned himself behind me--though I could not see him, I could feel the warmth of his body, the fur on his legs. A slave came up and took the other end of my tit clamps, which were a double pair, thus having four clamps in all. Master Mark bent over my body and allowed the clamps to be placed on his massive tits, thus attaching us directly, nipple to nipple, tit to tit. Just then a Master appeared in front of me, stroking an enormous erection and then placing it into my mouth. Slowly I felt the pressure I had been waiting for--the pushing at my asshole by Master Mark's bulbous cock head. As he pushed harder, he leaned back causing all of our tits to be stretched out from the other; continuing he finally took a deep thrust and mounted me! As he began to piston in and out of my asshole, the Masters took their turns pumping their man meat into my eager mouth, pumping and pumping in and out, watching Master Mark fuck his prize slave. My Master continued to buck and thrust deeper and deeper into me, his heavy balls slapping into my ass. His stamina was so great that he continued to pump even after all six of the other Masters had spilled their loads of precious cum. All of a sudden, I could feel the enormous head of his cock begin to expand even further inside me, pushing against the walls of my hole and I knew it was time. With the sweat pouring all over everyone and the smell of poppers in the air, Master Mark bellowed like a bull in heat, and spewed hot cum deep into my hole. At the same time, without even being touched, my own cock erupted in a deluge of cum, cum that had been pumped, suckled, and pulled from deep within me. As Master Mark withdrew his cock from my asshole and I was released, I knew I had served him well.