Gay Erotic Stories

"My God, Brian.... wake up, wake up.....it's almost 3:30....wake up!" Groggily Brian responded, "What's up Jeff, what's wrong...I was just having the best dream.... you and me fucking each other, over and over again...." "That was no dream, we did pump each others butt tonight, but then we must have gone to sleep.... you gotta get out of here, before Nick gets back to the room.... if he finds you here, I'm screwed royally." Jeff said nervously. "Not before we shower, we're both still soaked from the hot time we had together tonight...Jeff, you were unbelievable tonight. I love the feeling of you inside me." said Brian. "Brian, will you just shut up and get out of here?" "Jeff, this is crazy...what is so bad if Nick gets back here?" "OK, I was hoping never to have to tell anyone…it’s like this.... even though I was the one who originated our singing group, Nick has always been the one up front.... it is no accident that I never get seen as much in the videos, and when the camera pans us on stage, Nick gets over 60% of the shots, I get less than 10%.... Nick had it written in the contract, and I was so anxious to get things going, I allowed it...it also has a hidden clause that says he controls who I can see outside the group.... and he definitely has told me you are off limits.... he is unbelievably jealous...that’s why you have to go...now" Brian put his hand on Jeff's gorgeous chest; he could feel his heart pounding, and he leaned over and kissed Jeff, and told him to go take a shower...he would wait for Nick and confront him. Before Jeff could say Yes, No or Maybe...Nick stormed into the room. "Jeff, what the fuck is going on here...I told you before I didn't want you seeing that bitch Backstreet Boy anymore...you're going to pay for this..." Before Jeff could answer, Brian jumped up, told Jeff to go to his room down the hall, take his shower, and he and Nick would get this settled. Reluctantly, Jeff went off to Brian's room. Nick started raving and ranting at Brian with threats of what he would do to both him and Jeff...the threats to Brian were physical, the threats about Jeff were that he would make his life as a member of 98 Degrees miserable. Brian didn't back down, even though Nick was a good two inches taller and probably 35 pound heavier. Nick never figured Brian to be the aggressor, so it took him by surprise when Brian gave Nick a quick but extremely effective kick. It landed dead center in Nick's groin. Nick doubled over, and as the pain rushed through his body, Brian laid him out and gave him another shot to the balls. He did this three more times, and Nick was not capable of defending himself in any way. Nick had tears in his eyes and now there was fear in his voice. “What the fuck are you doing, man?” Nick screamed at Brian. As Brian then grabbed Nick's balls, he used a vice grip and began crushing the two balls together causing even more pain. "You're going to get a little Kentucky justice," Brian told him over his screams. Back home, I used to leave my calling card on guys like you….it read ‘BBB’….Ball Buster Brian. Brian then went to the bag he had brought with him and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles, and a pair of socks that he rolled up into a ball. Brian found a the tank top that he had been wearing that evening, and used it to tie Nick's hands together behind his back. He stuffed the socks into Nick’s mouth. “There sNICKerdoodle, that ought to keep you quiet and muffle your whining cries. He helped Nick to stand up, only to push him backward so that he fell onto the bed. He gave Nick another shot to the scrotum to let him know he was still in control. Brian then ripped off Nick's shoes and socks, and it was easy to slide the sweats Nick was wearing down his body. He left the boxers and tank top Nick was wearing alone. He then put on the brass knuckles. He pushed Nick's body to the center of the bed, and laid him out so that he could pound his stomach. After a few blows to the mid-section, he straddled the whining wimp, and began some blows to the chest and arms. Nick's well-defined biceps and pecs turned from rock hard to very soft with the beating being administered by B-Rok. Every time Nick would plead with eyes for him to stop, Brian would grab Nick's face, give him a slap and tell him, "NICKelodeon, I haven't even started on you yet." Brian continued to administer punishment to the already beaten Nick. Nick was becoming more and more incoherent, but he kept trying to find out what it would take to get Brian to stop. "NICK-knack, I'm going to break you, so that you never hold anything over Jeff again, you asswipe. Let's see how your balls are holding up." With that, Brian stretched the front of Nick's boxers down revealing his already swollen balls and his heretofore-untouched dick. "Let's say hello to PeeWee, and I do mean PeeWee," was Brian's comment. It was evident from seeing the size of Nick's cock that one of the many things Nick was suffering from with Jeff was penis envy. While Jeff is well endowed, an 11-inch "tool", Nick's couldn't have been more than 4-5 inches. Brian grabbed the mini-dick and squeezed and yanked it. Each time he did that, Nick's whole body would buck up and down with the writhing pain being felt. “I think I’ll get my NICKel’s worth out of this evening after all.” Brian joked. Brian got between Nick's legs and began the pounding of Nick's thighs until they too were badly beaten like his chest, stomach and arms. Admittedly, Brian was beginning to get tired from administering this beating, so he rolled Nick over onto his stomach and found a thick wooden ruler on the desk in the room. He returned to the bed, untied Nick's hands and his arms. With no strength in them, Nick’s arms just flopped beside him. Brian then pulled down the backside of Nick's boxers and began whipping Nick's ass until it was totally red, and showing signs of welts. Nick's apparent going in and out of consciousness made Brian realize he needed to finish the job. He turned Nick over and again grabbed his swollen balls. He squeezed them and Nick again let out a scream. “Oh, baby…looks like I got here just in the NICK of time, you prickhead.” As Nick was so groggy from this thrashing, Brian removed the sock muffler from Nick’s mouth. B-Rok then pulled Nick's left nut to the side, and in one blow, he turned it to mush. Nick's agony could be heard in the cries of pain and he begged Brian, “God Brian, please stop, please stop, I’ll do anything, just don’t hit my nuts anymore.” Brian got in Nick's face and said, "I'm not going to smash your other nut, but if you ever give Jeff a hard time about him and me again, I'm coming back and beat you worse...understand?" Nick's mouth was emitting drool, and he looked at Brian and nodded, unable to get any words out. "Good, I'm glad we understand each other, you sorry ass. Now, I'm going back to my room and see Jeff. I suggest you get cleaned up for your show tonight. You look a mess. You’ve got a few NICKs and bruises to take care of."