Gay Erotic Stories

“come here.” “what?” “come here.” “why?” “because i said so, you stupid fuck.” “oh.” “stand here.” “here?” “yes.” “ . . .” “ . . .” “now what?” “shut up.” “yes, sir.” “ . . . ” “ . . . ” “ . . . ” “ . . . ” “take off your pants.” “yes, sir.” he did. i got on my knees in front of him and began to suck his cock. it went from soft to hard right away. well, i’m a good cocksucker. but also one of the things that i like about him is that he’s always ready. for anything. i worked his dick over good, getting it all wet. then i stroked the shaft with my hand while i got down and licked on his balls. i took them in my mouth. then i worked my mouth on his cock some more. i slid my hand up underneath his t-shirt and rubbed his chest while i sucked him. i kept the head of his dick in my mouth and looked up. he was looking down at me and grinning. i took my mouth off of his dick. “what the fuck are you looking at?” “nothing, sir.” he was still grinning. “i don’t think i care for that.” “fuck you, sir.” “what?” “ . . .” “somebody’s acting up.” “ . . .” “i think somebody has seriously forgotten his place.” “ . . .” i got a leather blindfold. i put it over his eyes. “we’re going to try this again.” “yes, sir.” i got back on my knees and sucked his cock some more. he was still hard as a rock. while i blew him, i started to feel up his ass. i put my hands on his buttcheeks and massaged them. i pulled them apart and dug my fingertips into the crack between. i put one finger right up against his asshole and forced it in. he groaned. “yeah, work that ass, man.” “what?” “work my ass, baby.” “what the fuck’s the matter with you.” “what?” “can’t you keep your goddamn mouth shut for five minutes.” “i can say what i want.” “no. you can’t.” i went and got the gag. it was a hard rubber ball that was held in his mouth by a leather strap. it buckled behind his head. i forced his mouth open to get it in. i made it as tight as i could. “now shut the fuck up.” i got back on my knees again. i stuck the head in my mouth and wrapped both my hands around the shaft. i moved them all up and down his cock, so that i was jerking him off with both my hands and my mouth. i really got to work on it. then i felt his hands on each side of my head. he was trying to fuck my face. “what are you doing?” “ . . .” “i said what the fuck are you doing?” “ . . .” “oh, i forgot. the poor pathetic faggot can’t talk now, can he?” “ . . .” “somebody is still getting out of line. somebody has forgotten how to just stand there and let me do what i want. i can take care of that too.” i got the manacles. they were a pair of broad leather bands connected by a metal ring. i pulled his t-shirt off and bound his wrists together in front of him. i had a plan now. “hold your hands above your head.” he lifted his arms straight up in the air. i leaned over and sucked his cock a little while longer. but then it was time to move on. my mouth licked one of his tits while my fingertips lightly brushed across the other. he leaned his head forward toward me. i reached up and raised his chin with the heel of my hand. “keep your head up, faggot.” i took his nipple back in my mouth and started to bite and chew on it. he made more groaning noises through the gag. some reaction, some noise was o.k.. i didn’t expect him to be completely unresponsive. but there’s a line. and he knew where it was. he knew he was crossing it when he tried to say something around the gag. “ . . .” “what?” “ . . .” “i thought i had taken care of you and your smart mouth. i thought you understood that when i put that thing in your mouth you’re supposed to shut the fuck up. you know you’re supposed to be quiet and take whatever i decide to do to you.” “ . . .” “you want to do this the hard way?” his head turned toward the sound of my voice when i said that. his body got very still. he knew where this would be going now. where he had wanted it to go all along. he waited there while i got the whip. when i came back, i stood a few feet behind him and laid the crop over his shoulder, so that the strands fell forward across his chest. “you know what this is, don’t you.” he nodded. “you know what i’m going to do with it, don’t you.” he nodded. “you know that you’ve been acting up, don’t you.” he hesitated a second. i quickly brought the whip up and slashed forward. the strands hit across the top of his shoulder and down his chest. he screamed through the gag. “you know that you’ve been acting up, don’t you.” he nodded quickly this time. “you know that i can do whatever i want.” he nodded. “you know that you agreed that i can do whatever i want with you.” he nodded. “alright. stand up straight. raise your arms up as far as you can. tilt your head a little back.” “ . . .” “we’re going to have a little talk now. or rather, i’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. do you understand.” “ . . .” “ . . .” “ . . .” “ . . .” “ . . .” “first. do you remember two weeks ago when i was leaving for work and i told you not to jerk off. and when i got home and we went to bed you told me you couldn’t come because you had jerked off that afternoon. this is for that.” i stepped back and slashed him with the whip as hard as i could across his butt. his body jerked forward and he doubled over. it took him a minute to recover, then he straightened his body up and raised his hands over his head. i immediately slashed his ass again. he doubled over again. “and that’s for not standing still like i just fuckin’ told you to do. get back into position, faggot.” he pulled himself upright again. his arms were pressed against his sides, trying to hold the pain in. “hands above your head.” he exhaled and stretched up his arms up. i liked the way it made his body look. like a martyr, or a saint under pressure. it would have been nice to see him hanging from the ceiling. that’s something to remember for the future. i waited a minute or so, making him hold the pose while i looked at his pale body. “second. last week when we went to the bar. we were standing over by the pinball machine and you were looking at that longhaired guy. yeah, i saw that. i saw you trying to look at him and flirt with him when you thought i wasn’t paying attention. i saw you watching him when he went off to the other side of the bar. and then you said you were going to the bathroom and you went out of your way to walk past him so you could look at him and make eye contact. i wasn’t so out of it that i couldn’t tell what you were doing. you were trying to get away with something. now . . .” i slashed him across his lower back, right above his waist. he cringed, but he kept his arms up this time. good boy. “it’s not that i object to you flirting with him. he was hot. what i’m saying is that you can’t hide anything from me, and you better not try to hide anything from me. i will always find out. so if you’re interested in somebody, let me know. ask my permission. and i might let you go and talk to him, flirt with him, kiss him, pick him up, or we might even fuck him. but you have to ask me first. you got that?” he nodded. i slashed across his back three times. left to right, right to left, left to right. he staggered, but he kept his arms up. he moaned. his breaths were short and rapid through his nose. he was gasping behind the gag. he steadied himself on his feet. i slashed him across the back again, just for the hell of it. my dick was getting hard. i liked this. “you can put your arms down.” he lowered the manacles. his hands dangled a few inches in front of his cock. he knew better than to touch himself. “third. you’ve forgotten something. you’ve forgotten something you’re supposed to do. at least once a week. do you know what i’m talking about?” he quickly shook his head. i slashed him across his ass. “you didn’t even stop and think. you just shook your fuckin’ head. now think about it. how have you fucked up?” he stood there. i slashed across his back. “think.” he stood there. i slashed him again. “think, you stupid fuck.” he was having trouble breathing. the rubber gag was beginning to choke him. spit was running from beneath it, down his chin, past his chest and onto the floor. it was great. i started to stroke myself. “have you figured it out yet?” he shook his head. i moved closer behind him. i held my cock in my hand and rubbed the head of it up and down the crack of his ass. when i squeezed the shaft, precum leaked out. i rubbed it into one of the red whip marks on his butt. then i let go of my dick. i held the crop of the whip in one hand and the end of the strands in the other. i lowered it in front of his face and wrapped it around his throat. i pulled against the base of his throat. my hard dick was lying up the crack of his ass. i tightened the whip against his throat until i could tell he was having trouble breathing. i held him tightly while he struggled for breath. i rubbed my cock up against his ass several times while i listened to him choking. i pulled the whip tighter. he tried to raise his hands toward his throat. i stepped back, pulling him toward me. “put your fuckin’ hands down.” he couldn’t. he couldn’t stop himself from trying to raise them to pull the whip away, to try to let air back into his lungs. but i wouldn’t let him breathe. he couldn’t have gotten a grip anyway, with his hands bound together like that. i let him struggle for a little bit, until i thought he was seriously beginning to wonder if i had lost it. i whispered in his ear. “you haven’t been bringing me flowers.” all at once i released the whip from around his throat. i grabbed him around the waist to keep him from falling over. the air rushed in and out of his nose fiercely. he was still choking on the gag. i held him up. i waited. it took about five minutes for him to get it together. when i figured he could hold himself up, i stepped away from him. “don’t move.” he was still disoriented and weakened. his body slumped slightly forward. there were bright red lines on his back and ass. it looked good to me. “hold on.” i whipped him. across his ass. across his back. across his shoulders. hard. then medium hard. then hard again. nothing light. nothing easy. five strokes. he had been wrong. ten strokes. he had to learn. twenty. he had asked for it. twentyfive. i wanted to do it. he was gasping and choking again, but he stood there and took it. my arm started to get tired. i was beginning to breathe heavily myself. but my dick was as hard as a rock. i stopped. “lie down.” he lay down on the floor. i stood over him, looking at the redness appearing and spreading across his back. in the places where i had hit him the most, welts were rising. there was one thin line of blood. i looked at his back, at what i had done, at what he had let me do. i stood over him and jerked on my cock until i came all over his back. i came a lot. when i was done, i turned him over. as i rolled him over onto his back, he groaned from the pain. but he was hard too. i blew him until he came in my mouth. when he came, he pressed down on the back of my head with his bound hands. i took the manacles off. i lifted up his head and unbuckled the gag. when i pulled the rubber ball out of his mouth, he gasped for breath. then i took the leather blindfold off. sweat or tears were on his face. he looked up at me with his blue eyes. “what” i said. he smiled. “you’re the best boyfriend i’ve ever had” he said.