Gay Erotic Stories

A short time ago, on a hot summer night, Brandt was walking down the streets of New York thinking about the man he had met last night. The stranger was tall with black flowing hair and the deepest darkest eyes that Brandt could ever remember seeing before in his life. Although his appearance was a bit unsettling, he could not stop thinking about the conversation that the two of them had engaged in. Brandt went back home and thought about what the stranger had told him, how he had described the group that he had belonged to, and just a little about what they do at their meetings, late in the evening. Brandt felt a little if not down right curious about what they did and how he could become a part of this strange and mysterious group. Brandt arrived at the park the next day at the prescribed time and found the stranger exactly where he said he would be, under the lamppost at the north end of the park. Brandt sat down and began the conversation where it had left off the night before. He wanted to know some more about the group the stranger was a part of. He wanted to know if they were the kind of group that could fulfill his fantasy... "Would you walk with me? the stranger asked, and they got up and walked down 6th avenue, talking at great lengths about each other's fantasies. Brandt told the him that he was really into the crucifixion scene and how he had spent a lot of time suspended on a cross. The man turned to Brandt and told him he might have just the thing he was looking for, if he was interested. After some more walking and some more small talk the stranger turned to Brandt and asked him if he would like to give their little group a try and if he would be interested in meeting with them tonight at around midnight at the old abandoned theatre building on 45th and Lexington. Brandt agreed, and the stranger took his leave of him and disappeared down some dark street that Brandt couldn't remember ever having seen before. Later that evening, as Brandt was about to leave his apartment and head down to the theatre building, he thought that he had made some sort of mistake in agreeing to quickly to what the stranger had asked. Brandt thought he was just being to paranoid, and quickly stepped onto the street and began his walk down to Lexington. On the way there, he kept playing his fantasy over and over in his head. Would this group be the hunks he had dreamed of the kind of men who are big strong and beautiful, the kind who liked to take cute well built smaller guys like himself and do all sort of unspeakable things to their bodies? God, Brandt hoped that they did. He turned left on 45th street and walked down to the middle of the block and stopped in front of the theatre. He stood there for while and finally worked up the nerve to go around the back and knock on the stage door. The door was opened by the biggest, most beautiful guy that Brandt had ever seen in his life. The guy must have been at least 6' tall with long blond hair and the most sensuous blue eyes that he had ever set upon. He greeted Brandt with a smile and said that they had been expecting him. Brandt stepped inside and the large god slammed the door behind him. He was introduced to every other guy in the group and after the introductions the stranger then stepped up onto the stage and told Brandt just what the group was all about. He explained that the group was what was called a Crucifixion Cult. Brandt thought that was no big deal, he had been on the Saint Andrews cross so many times with other guys that he had met, and started to explain this when the stranger stepped in and interrupted him saying, "No you don't understand we don't use that kind of cross ours is a standard T cross and we don't tie you to it we nail you". Brandt could hardly contain his excitement, this is what he had always dreamed of, hanging from a cross by nothing but a few nails and his own strength. The group stood there for a while, and finally the stranger then spoke up and asked them if they could finally get down to business. Brandt was taken to the center of the stage and left standing in the middle. Two other guys came up to him and each took one half of his shirt and ripped it from his body. They then took hold of his pants and stripped him of those as well. Brandt stood there completely naked before an audience of about twenty five big beautiful guys. The cross was brought out and laid on a slanted platform behind Brandt and he was then taken back to it and laid down upon it. His right arm was stretched out and his wrist was pressed against the heavy wood of the cross. A large stud stood above him with a hammer and 3 seven inch nails. The big stud knelt down beside Brandt and asked him if he wished to back out now and Brandt said, no he was ready. The nail guy placed the nail squarely on Brandt's wrist and raised the hammer to deliver the first blow. He brought the hammer down and with one smash drove the first nail into Brandt's left wrist. The pain was incredible Brandt had never felt anything so painful yet so exciting. He felt his dick starting to grow hard. The nail guy stepped over him and grabbed his right arm and with a single hammer smash drove another nail through Brandt's right wrist. Brandt lurched on the cross in incredible pain and anguish, yet loving every minute of this pain and agony. The nail guy then moved to Brandt's feet and raised both his knees so that his feet were flat on the wood. Finally after three smashes of the hammer he drove the final 9" nail through both of Brandt's feet. Brandt thought he would pass out from the pain but he stayed awake. Two guys then came over and with the assistance of the nailer guy raised the cross to an upright position and dropped it in the support square that held it up. Bleeding from his wrists and feet, Brandt hung there for the prescribed one hour of Crucifixion, being stared at by the other members of the group. He looked out over the faces of the group and saw that they approved of his body and the way he was handling himself as he hung there for their amusement. After one hour the cross was laid back down, and the stranger came over and stood above him smiling and said, "You have been the best victim we have had in a long time and would like you to come back some time and grace us with another crucifixion if you would be so inclined". Brandt said he would love to and the nail guy was called over to remove Brandt from the cross. He knelt down and with a pry bar pulled out the first nail, then removed the second and third from his feet. Brandt's feet and wrists were tended to and he was dressed and sent on his way with an invitation to return any time he felt he was ready. Brandt couldn't wait to come back and be nailed to a cross again for the pleasure of this crowd, "just make sure you have plenty more people to watch next time I need a bigger audience".