Gay Erotic Stories

This story is not intended for minors, if you are below legal age to be reading sexually explicit material stop now. This is purely a wok of fiction, any real world resemblances are purely coincidental and if you ask me damn interesting folks. The story explores the themes of male rape, bondage, S/M, cock and nipple torture, drugs and unwilling submission. The author has used these as tools to enhance a fictional fantasy and in no way suggests that these should be manifested in the real world, if you don’t like any of that or it bothers you then why are you still reading this? Otherwise enjoy it, it’s the authors first attempt at any such story so all constructive comments are welcome.

Raping Adam – Part I

Chapter 1

The gym was practically empty save a handful of spinning sugar mommies, In the bright reflection of the mirrors I admired my powerful body as I pushed out the reps. Bursting biceps bulging with blood filled veins networking their way from strong hands to hard sweaty shoulders. Solid pecs peaked by firm nipples, tight abs carved from metallic stone. Great piston thighs resting on solid calves, my skin had to pull tight to keep my gym hardened back muscles from popping out. I was a sight to behold and could make anyone mine, and had made many my pleasure things.

But I had grown bored with the hunt; I’d had a few women and many more men begging for my 9-inch rod. The rushing thrill of being in control was slowly becoming more important to me than the thrill of the chase. And being bored with the hunt made me feel out of control and that just wouldn’t do at all.

Oh boring Monday, I sat comfortably in my big cushy office but my silent meditation was disturbed by the ringing phone… “Mr Fabri, Adam Murray is here for his appointment.” I told her to send him in, I had totally forgotten about it, I was planning major renovations to my building and I’d heard about Murray Construction they had a very good reputation. I could hear the heavy thud of booted feet and when my door opened a beefy stud of a man approached me and extended his hand.

“Mr Fabri, Adam Murray” His handshake was firm and powerful. He was hunkier than any stud I could’ve conjured up in my wildest fantasies. He beat my 6’ 4” and his gigantic frame was tightly packed with tight sun baked muscle. His chunky arms stretched the sleeves of his tight white t-shirt the rest of which was straining to contain his rippling torso and Herculean back. After we discussed some plans he left and I was left with the image of his perfect bubble butt crowned by a tool belt and hidden behind a curtain of not-tight-enough jeans. Finally the hunt was on again, but this was tricky, he didn’t appear to be attracted to me, which was very strange because I was used to most people ogling me, even the straightest have begged to be invaded by my long fat cock.

Renovations began and Adam brought his team of butch overweight builders to begin work; as the weeks passed I became more obsessed with him. Being an influential multi millionaire I had a small group of thugs I used for various ‘jobs’. I had him followed and found out as much as I could about him. He was 28 and had two girlfriends as well as other casual fuck bitches. After work he spent over an hour at the gym each day; he’d then go fuck a girlfriend and by the time he got home there was usually another bitch waiting for him. The building team did most of their work in the 5-storey building. Adam and some other greasy fat barbarian worked outside in the blistering heat building a new wall. I watched him from my office perch like a starving hawk; his shirtless body twisting his glistening muscles in the sweltering hot sun. I had to have him, I couldn’t rest until he was mine and when he was, he would never forget it.

After some minor planning I devised an ingeniously cunning plan, I waited a few more weeks till after their superb work was complete and then I claimed him as my own…

Chapter 2

Adam loved being between contracts; with more free time he had the chance to spend more time at the gym and then when all pumped up and flustered he would go to whichever bitch he chose and fuck her brains out. He was deciding which girl to fuck when the gym manager approached him and told him that it was time to close the gym down. Adam didn’t realize he’d been in there for so long and as he was almost finished so he decided to leave without hitting the showers. Having no car he took to the streets, he knew the road well having walked it every day for many years and as he approached the small dark alley he always used as a shortcut, he couldn’t see what was waiting for him in the darkness.

He turned the corner and when he was halfway through the alley two thugs materialized from the shadows and blocked his path. From the dim silhouette he could make out a gun. He panicked and turned to run as fast as he could, but the dart hit him squarely in the back of his arm and as he slowed and pulled the malicious needle from his arm as he blacked out…

As he regained command of his senses he began to feel his surroundings, it was a bit chilly but totally black, a blindfold was tied tightly round his head. He couldn’t figure out why he was so uncomfortable, the taste of the drug was still fresh in his mouth, but then he found he couldn’t move, he couldn’t even twist his body. His feet were tied to some kind of bar built into the ground, shoes and socks had been removed but he was still in his sweatpants and tight blue tank top from the gym. His feet were about a metre and a half apart and his hands were also stretched apart and manacled to a similar bar above him. He could only move his head, but the blindfold was too tight to wriggle out of. Something sensed his moving wakefulness and he heard the sound of a heavy click and then the bar above him started pulling his arms and stretching his torso, he could feel his ankles trying to pull out of the solid bonds. And still it pulled, he was being stretched and there was nothing he could do to stop it, all his muscles were being stretched to their limits and just before he thought he was going to be stretched apart he heard another loud click and the pulling stopped. Stretched in torment he became aware of a presence in the room, it was as though the presence was right behind him. “Hello. Hello,” he called out again but no answer came. Then he felt them, wrapping around his rock solid stomach from behind him, hands… Strong hands, rubbing up and down over his proud pecs. They were the hands of another man. He tried to wriggle and pull or twist, but all he could do was to shake his head around violently.

“Get the fuck off me! I’m no fucking queer! Let me out! Goddamn it, I’m gonna kill you when I get outta here you fucking faggot pervert!”

The hands disappeared, but one of them moved to the back of his neck length, sandy blond hair. His hair was being gripped so tightly he couldn’t move his head and it was pulled right back so that his head was craning backwards onto his muscular shoulders. Stubbled lips rubbed past his left ear and a deadly calm voice came, “You’re never getting out of here!” And as the other hand stuffed a huge rubber ball into his mouth the man spoke again, “You’re mine now and I’m going to make you a slave to my sexual desires!” The ball was being safely secured behind his head with leather straps, his mouth was totally sealed by the hard rubber ball, try as he might he couldn’t shout or scream or even breathe through his mouth. But he recognized Mr. Fabri’s voice.

As the blindfold was violently pulled from his head he confirmed what he already knew. Every wall of the room was mirrored, he couldn’t make out a door anywhere but he could see his own humiliating bondage and that bastard Fabri; he yelled through the ball and Antonio just smiled and went over to a tray with all kinds of strange things on it. Adam couldn’t quite make most of them out. “Time to teach my slave some manners,” Antonio said with a vicious grin, as he replaced the blindfold.

Chapter 3

Finally, after all that waiting I had him right where I wanted him, Adam was mine. His beautiful body stretched to the limit of its definition. He still had his clothes on but I was going to take my time breaking this stud. I planned to make him mine forever and that would take much training. He was still trying to yell through the ball I went over to my table of twisted treasures and took a thick wooden paddle. I held it high and then WHACK, he stopped for a moment but WHACK again WHACK and only then did I say, “If you don’t shut the fuck up I’m gonna beat your ass!”

He was trying desperately to wriggle around and away but WHACK he began whimpering with each WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, after another minute or so of constant WHACKing his head hung limp and silent, his only movement was a slight twitch of his hips anticipating the next WHACK!

I removed the blindfold, his crystal blue eyes were wide with fear; I put the paddle back on the table and turned staring him in the eye. “I won’t do that again unless you give me a reason to, understood?” He nodded his head. “I’m going to take the ball out, if you speak without permission I will hurt you again okay?” He nodded again. I took the ball out and he took a deep breath. “Did you like that?” I asked through a smile. “No” came the reply. I picked up a cane and hit it hard against his sexy bubble butt he screamed in response. “No what?” “No sir” he replied, eyes lowered in shame.

I began to rub my hands all over his stomach and chest and after feeling his firm musculature I asked “Do you like this?” “No sir” he answered in a low, scared voice. “Why not?”

“I’m not gay sir, you can’t force me to enjoy this sir.”

“We’ll see about that you arrogant fuck! When I’m through with you you’ll be begging me to fuck your virgin hole!” I put the ball back in his mouth and continued to fondle his stomach, chest and suspended built arms. I grabbed his tank top and ripped it off his sculpted abdomen. His body was a work of divine art, smooth and defined with heavy muscles stretching his skin taut over his fatless flawlessness. His coin sized dark brown nipples were excited from the chill of the room, I took them between my fingers and pinched them, harder, harder still, he started whimpering so I twisted them hard which made him holler through the ball like a stuffed slave pig.

I got a pair of scissors and slowly cut up each trunk-sized leg, feeling him up below his sweatpants as I made my way to his 32” waistline. Now he was stretched in agonizing bondage wearing only a pair of white briefs, which I plunged my hand into. He had decent low hanging balls but his cock was limp in fear of me and despite my expert manipulations he remained flaccid. I took a vial of blue powder from the table, it was a drug my scientist had developed very similar to GHB, it amplified any and all sensations felt by the skin along with making him super horny. I stood behind him and pulled all his hair in a ball giving me total control of his head; with the other hand I blocked his nose.

He couldn’t breathe, my hand pinched his nose closed and the ball blocked his mouth. I let go and let him catch his breath but as he exhaled I blocked it again. I did this a few more times and his nostrils were flaring. I slid the small vial into his nostril and pinched the other closed. He had no choice but to snort the drug deep into his handsome face, I removed the empty vial and took a bottle of oil from the table. I massaged the oil into every inch of his strong body from his restrained ankles to his bound wrists and as I started rubbing down his arms again it became clear that the drug was taking effect.

With each penetrating stroke his member began throbbing more intensely making him moan in erotic ecstasy. I slid my hands to his shoulders and chest armoured with steel plates of muscle and then over his delicious eight pack, I tickled the hard shaft through the white briefs for a split second and his entire body shuddered, down to his legs and by the time I reached his ankles again he was squirming in pleasure, breathing heavily, his solid pink cock head pulsing hard against his powerful abs towering out of his briefs, shining with oil.

I cut the briefs off and his pendulum orbs hung low. At this rate he’d cum on his own so I went back to the altar of torture. I took a thin strap of leather and whipped it hard against his tanned hide. He squealed in pain behind the ball as I lashed him again and again, thin red welts appearing on that sexy ass and the odd miss whipping his muscleman back. His fleshy pole was practically bursting with drug-laced blood. I took the strap and wrapped it round his scrotum sealing his plums off from the mammoth rod and then again wrapped it tightly round the base of his big cock, I pulled it tighter and again he whimpered. I took his balls in my hand played with them while my other hand lightly pumped his turgid shaft. He was moaning like a bitch again, so I decided to remove the ball; I stood behind him and resumed the expert hand job I was giving him. His head rolled from side to side as he groaned with intense pleasure his eyes glazed with sensory overload. I started licking then biting the awesome muscles of his back and arms he let out a brief “AH!” between his moans of pleasure. His breathing was steam railing out of control and at the critical moment, I squeezed his balls hard and pulled them back under his ass. He screamed in agonizing orgasm but the straps around his cock and balls were so tight only a pathetic drop of milky cum oozed from his cock slit.

His head hung limp on his heaving chest, I wasn’t sure how much more he could take but I didn’t care, he was mine now and would have to succumb to my twisted will. I slid my hands to his back and traced the perfect ridges of meaty rock, my hands slid up to his arm pits where I pulled his pit hair making him holler like a man possessed then went straight to his nipples for more twisting and loud screaming. The drug was amplifying his pain too. I went back to stroking his stomach, his dick was still rock hard. I was only wearing a pair of tight black shorts, my own bulge was begging for release, I pressed it against his bruised crack and rubbed it against the fleshy brilliance. “Please,” he begged, “I’ll do anything just don’t fuck me! I’ll give you everything I have!” He was too late in realizing his mistake--how dare he speak out of place! I took three leather straps and while pumping his cock I whipped his upper back. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he babbled in incomprehensible protest, but with each lash his cock only pulsed and stretched its leather bonds further. I lubed my fingers and put one at the sphincter entrance of his love canal, I pressed. He resisted. I pressed fucking harder and entered unwelcome. He squirmed but didn’t dare say a word; he was learning fast--he was. I slid a second finger in and as I found his bulging prostate, his back arched what little it could as he let out a sexy deep moan. I brought my head around his twisting torso and started twirling my tongue around his bulging cock head.

Just as his breathing picked up and I thought he was going orgasm again, I slid another finger in and spread his hole. I stopped and took a small long dildo from the table, I pressed it into his lubed hole and watched his oiled muscles spasm, I slid it in deep past his swollen prostate and just two inches still stuck out of his tight bodybuilder ass. I put my face right up to his and staring him squarely in those sexy eyes. “Kiss me!” I ordered. He looked at me with great sadness in his eyes. “If I have to tell you again there’s trouble!” He swallowed hard and took a deep breath then locked his lips to mine and kissed me. I pressed my cock firmly against his and ground into him; I took a step back. “Beg me to fuck you!”

The fear in his eyes was replaced by bewildered shock. “I’m sorry sir, I can’t,” he said in a whisper. “Just when I thought you were learning. You can and will do exactly as you’re fucking told!” I took the paddle and whacked his butt hard, the dildo was struck further in and the sound of agony he made was so wonderful, I almost came right there. I took the dildo out and “WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!”

“Sir please fuck me! I’m begging you to fuck me with your powerful cock!”

He was broken, and totally mine. I dropped the paddle and gripped his hips firmly as I slid my cock into the waiting hole, as I slowly pumped in and out his whimpering turned to moaning. I picked up the pace and with each penetrating thrust of my powerful body, his hips rocked back to meet mine. I bit him hard but he only moaned, too drugged and aroused to tell the difference. I released the straps around his cock and balls and fucked him with forceful fiery fury as my hands tortured his balls, pulling and twisting them.

I couldn’t quite tell if he was moaning in pleasure or screaming in pain, but he was out of control bucking wildly to fill himself with my battering ram. I reached for an ice cube and squeezed it into his balls while pulling them back and down. He exploded in a fountain of glorious release and as he did so, his boiling hot hole clamped down on my throbbing organ pushing me to release.

Again his head hung lifelessly on his chest, he’d passed out. I pulled out and cleaned him up, and eased the tension pulling his arms. I’d broken his body, his mind would take a while longer to conquer, but this helpless god was mine now.

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