Gay Erotic Stories

John woke dreamily and raised his hands to his eyes to rub the sleep from them. “Strange,” he thought, “feels like leather on my…” POW! His brain shifted into gear as his mind flooded with the memories of yesterday, the day of his transformation. He wet his lips with his tongue as he remembered the electric feeling of total transformation from a lonely lad to a Leather Lord. He shivered with excitement as he felt a powerful rush of adrenaline that hit two spots simultaneously. One was the pleasure zone deep inside his memory, which caused a sexy wicked smile to appear on his face; the second, the pleasure zone between his legs, which caused an expansion of his already erect cock. “Eyes be damned,” he thought, and abandoned himself to pure pleasure. He let his eyes wander sensuously down his body, exploring every aspect of his nakedness. His gloved hands grazed his tits; they shot to attention. His eyes continued on down, across his hard, flat abdominals, where he paused to caress his smooth muscled stomach. Yes, he thought, the hours in the gym are paying off. He then allowed one finger to travel down his pleasure trail to the very root of his by now massively erect cock, where he teased the crop of short pubic hair above his super-smooth cock and balls before finally allowing his gloved hands to grasp his waiting man-meat. His long eyelashes fluttered as his memory brought back to life the magical and orgasmic scenes of yesterday. It didn’t take long before he was on the edge of climax, his gloved hands pumping his cock as he arched his hips and thrust himself into that soft leather-gloved Nirvana. He was soon rewarded with a gush of hot, creamy jizz that spattered his torso. He eagerly massaged his essence into and around his rock-hard nipples and, after coating himself with his man-juice he lay, contented, and fell again into a dreamy sleep, which enfolded him in waves of erotic thoughts and fantasies. It was some hours later when he finally woke again. “Shit!” he thought, “I’ll be late for work!” He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 8.30 a.m.: not too late. He’d obviously awakened very early in the first instance. He jumped out of bed, easing off his tiny cop-gloves, as he sped towards the bathroom, and let them fall to the floor. “Focus,” he thought. “Focus on the shower; on getting clean and washed, not on more sex.” So he scrubbed himself, brutally clean and paid no attention to the hot streams of soapy water cascading over his hot body and between his cracks and creases, which would ordinarily have brought him to climax yet again. His shave was just as brutal and quick. How he managed not to nick himself he didn’t know, but soon he was washed and shaved, teeth cleaned and racing back to his closet to find some clothes. He didn’t really have time to choose carefully, save for his 2 x-ist underwear, which was a must these days. He just grabbed whatever came to hand and flew out of the house, determined to get to the office as near to 9.00 a.m. as he could and with as little fuss as possible. Once at his desk, he found a little time to reflect and catch his breath. “Phew! That had been a close shave!” His boss, Mr. Stevens, had looked over his glasses at him when he ran into the office; but now he was at his cubicle he felt reasonably secure and out of harm’s way. “Problems this morning, Mr. Johnson?” There was an edge to Mr. Steven’s voice. “No, sir; just missed my alarm call. It won’t happen again.” “See that it doesn’t!” retorted Mr. Stevens as he strode away to pounce on some other unsuspecting worker. He despised calling Mr. Stevens “sir.” Who did he think he was? If only he knew about John: the boot would literally be on the other foot. “Mmmmmm!” thought John. “What a delicious idea! What if…” He sat for the rest of the morning only half-concentrating on his work, his mind racing ahead as he fantasized over the details of the ritual humiliation and masterful leather dominance he planned to subject his boss to. Several times he had to rearrange his undercarriage as his cock got the better of him and sprang to attention as he imagined every wicked detail of the encounter. By lunchtime, he just couldn’t contain himself any longer and made his way to the hardly used men’s room in the basement where he knew he could gain some relief by jacking off in private. It was a relief too, and a speedy one at that, though he was careful not to get any tell-tale signs of cum on his suit trousers. He moaned softly in pleasure as the wildly erotic pictures of his growing fantasy danced inside his head. He was hardly aware that his fingers were robotically scooping gobs of his own cum from the cubicle wall and feeding them into his waiting and hungry mouth. Lunch? “Nah,” he thought, “no time.” And anyway his own cum was lunch enough for today; he had more serious matters to attend to. Back at his desk the plan began to take serious shape. He mapped out each detail in his head and then made tiny cryptic notes on his Palm Pilot. He couldn’t afford to forget one single detail if the plan was to work. And it would work. Before the week was out he’d have that bastard Stevens on his knees, begging for mercy from Leatherlord. Then he’d see who called whom “Sir!” The afternoon passed in a daze. John could hardly wait for work to end because he wanted to get back to his flat and spend the evening elaborating on the plan. The details were forming faster and faster in his brain and crowding out all other thoughts. This was dangerous, he thought, for if he were not careful, someone might catch him off-guard and he’d blurt out ideas that needed to stay locked deep in the dark side of his mind. He needed to be at home – alone with his thoughts and his evil plan. The journey home was slow and tedious, but the time usually spent aimlessly in the traffic queues was tonight more profitably spent in a dark fantasy world where Leatherlord was Master and in total control. When he reached home, a surprise awaited him – and a pleasant and perfect surprise too. There was a parcel in the lobby and he guessed just what it was from the discrete posting label. He hurried upstairs, put his key in the lock and pushed the door ajar. The aroma of leather hit him like a drug. It was still rich in the atmosphere of yesterday and the darkened interior added to the mystery and suspense that filled the air. “Perfect!” he thought. “It’ll be just perfect! It’ll scare the shit out of him the moment he comes through the door.” He closed the door on the outside world, fastened the bolt, turned on the dim lights, and walked into his own private kingdom – a kingdom of leather. Entering his bedroom, he tore the paper from the package and let it fall to the floor. His hands trembled with anticipation and excitement. The final tissue paper wrappings came off – and there it was in his hands – the perfect tool of correction for a Leatherlord – a beautiful twelve-foot bullwhip! WOW! He just stood there, admiring the craftsmanship. It was awesome. He ran his hands over and through the plaited leather. He looped and un-looped its length and marveled at the way it trailed imperiously at his feet. His cock was twitching in his pants and he hastily loosened his belt and suit pants, letting them fall to the floor as he exposed his by now rampant man-meat. The glossy black whip handle had a leather-covered plaited knob at the end. John had a tremendous urge to suck that knob, and suck it he did. His wet mouth engulfed the knob end as he sank to his knees, closed his eyes and thought of what he was planning to do with the whip before the week was out. But before then there was time for personal pleasure, he thought and, tearing the rest of his clothes from his body, he got ready to fuck himself with that giant, drool-covered whip handle. He grabbed at the nightstand drawer and extracted a tub of lube. Quickly removing the lid and scooping out a handful of deliciously cool jelly, he carefully coated the knob end and shaft of the whip handle before concentrating on his ass, which was puckering with anticipation and excitement. He squatted before the bedroom mirror, the better to see his own reflection as he fucked himself with that massive whip. After opening himself up with first one, then two, then three fingers, he gingerly placed the knob end under his excited ass and began to bear down upon it. Oh! The ecstasy – and the pain! The initial shock was almost too much to bear, but the thought of that black leather whip handle invading his ass was too tempting and he took a gulp of air and bore down some more, easing the leather dildo into his tight but willing ass. The knob end cleared the ring of muscle at his sphincter, and then, easing the massive rod in, he gradually engulfed the whole length of it until all that could be seen was the lash end, which protruded from his tight ass like the tail of a leather demon. He fumbled around on the floor and found the tiny cop gloves he’d discarded that morning on the way to the shower, and eased them onto his hands. Slowly at first, but then with more urgency, he manipulated the whip handle within his ass, stimulating his prostate to unimaginable heights. He gasped with pleasure and delight as he felt himself mount towards a terrific climax. His gasps of pleasure turned to cries and shouts of ecstasy as he pounded his ass with that leather knob. His ball sac tightened, his cock danced with ecstasy, his ass muscles tightened and he shot his load with a great cry of animalistic triumph, before collapsing on the floor in a pool of his own cum. He was exhausted but completely satisfied as he gingerly eased the whip handle from his ass and fondled it sensuously in his gloved hands. The whip was well and truly “broken in” now. It was empowered with his very essence; the essence of a Leatherlord; and ready to be used to discipline others; ready to play its part in his plan for Mr. Stevens. He smirked with dark pleasure as his mind raced over the plans he had already made for his boss. As he reveled in their erotic depravity, he idly scooped his cum from the floor and began to massage his cock and balls with it. He soon had a raging hard-on again as his fantasies built and grew in his mind. It wasn’t long before his hips were thrusting again and he came in his gloved hands, adding to the already copious amounts of cum around him. The whole room smelt of cum and leather. It was a heavenly scent and kept him hard and wild way into the night and beyond. “Yes, oh yes!” he thought, “I’ll teach that fucking bastard who’s boss around here…”