Gay Erotic Stories

I remember us standing there facing one another, naked with our hands tied behind our backs. I couldn't believe what was happening. Our clothes had been cut from our bodies by these thugs that were now in complete control of us. The young one still had Michael's cock in his hand when he said, "Daddy—you’re a fine man, just like Junior here." I knew the anger was glaring in my eyes, but also knew that I couldn't say a word. It was all I could do to be quiet when Jason grabbed by left nipple and twisted it hard. I winced in pain. Michael stepped toward us, but then I looked at him and shook my head trying to tell him that we had to do what was expected just to stay alive. Jason smiled as he reached for my balls and played with them. The middle brother walked behind me and told me to bend over. When I hesitated, Jason pulled hard on my balls. There I was in front of my son being manhandled by these bastards. I bent over as the man pushed on the back of my neck. I was humiliated when he spread my ass cheeks and said, "Sweet". Then he put his hand in front of my face and instructed me to suck on this finger as he stuck it to my lips. Jason gave my balls another tug, so I opened my mouth and took his finger in. Jason reintegrated, " Suck it ". After a minute he took the finger out of my mouth and stuck it inside my ass. I thrust forward in pain and grunted has he finger fucked me. I couldn't even look at Michael. Luckily the old man called from the cabin, "What the fuck is taking so long? You boys get in here so we can eat some grub and get to bed!" With that the finger pulled out of my ass and I was pushed down to the floor. They dragged me over to a pole and slipped another rope around my chest and tied me to it. I watched as Jimmy pulled Michael by the cock and told him to sit down in front of me. Then the three of them pushed a bench over behind Michael and tied him to it in the same manner I was tied to the pole. The older brother said, "Come on--let them get their beauty rest." I watched as the young smart ass rubbed Michael’s head and said, “I've got to have some of you. See you in the morning, honey." We both looked at each other with a sigh of relief as we watched them walk out. I heard them pull a chain through the wooden hatch and the door. I knew we were helpless. After we were sure that they had gone, I looked at Michael and told him I was sorry for what was happening to us. Michael urged, "We got to get out of here!" We tried to pull out of the ropes, but they were too tight. Finally we realized there was nothing we could do but wait to see what was in store for us in the morning. Michael told me that he knew they planned on fucking us and he wasn't about to let that happen. I knew he was right, but I also knew that we had to be careful or we wouldn't make it out of this alive. We sat back trying to relax as we waited for morning and our fate that would come with it. I remember looking at Michael admiring him for becoming a good man. He and I had seen each other naked all during his life. We’d often worked out at the gym together or had been skinny-dipping in the mountain stream behind the cabin. Both of us had muscular bodies, but that sure was not any help to us now. Finally, the moment we had feared came. We heard the chain being taken off the door. The three hoodlum sons walked through the door frame and stood looking at us with menacing grins. Then the father walked in carrying his rifle and asked if we had had a good night's sleep. We both sat there looking up at him, fearing what was about to happen. The old man looked at me and said, "Don't worry, we'll be taking good care of you two." Then he turned his back to me and surveyed his boys, then told them to get their britches off. The boys were eager to do has their Dad told them. Soon the boys were naked and towering before us. The father instructed his boys to get Michael off the bench, untie him and to stand him up against the pole. The boys did as they were told, while the old man started to undress. After he had his clothes off, he picked up his rifle and tossed it to his oldest son. "Here, make sure you keep this on them and shoot if they don't do what I tell ‘em." I looked at the old guy’s cock. It was the biggest I ‘d seen. He seemed immensely proud of his uncut tool and pulled on the monster while Michael stood before him--helpless. I was surprised when he rubbed Michael’s shoulders and told him that it was going to be all right--that Michael might even enjoy himself. "Get down on your knees boy!" he ordered. Michael did what he was told. Then the father rubbed his fat cock over my son's face. Michael tried to pull away, but then the bastard grabbed him by the ear and made him walk on his knees over to me. "This will happen my way or you will die!" Michael's face was at my crotch. The old man told me that if I wanted to see my son live, I should convince him to do what he said. With a searing smile, he hotly whispered in my ear. "Tell him to suck your cock!" I was horrified, but I looked at my son and admonished him to put my cock in his mouth. Michael was shaking as he reached up and took my cock in his hand. Jimmy really liked this and shouted, "Go for it!" Nervously, Michael hesitated momentarily, and then opened his lips and pulled me into his mouth. The conclusion, next.