Gay Erotic Stories

2090 A.D.

He opens his eyes to a tingling sensation. Sage looks up toward the mirror ceiling. He can see himself bound naked onto a stainless steel table with leather straps holding down his head and hands. He also sees the back of a man’s head right in his crotch. “Uh, what the hell are you doing?” Sage asks, though he didn’t really need to ask. The man tightens his lips before sliding them off of Sage’s cock. A smile spreads across the guy’s square-jawed face. Sage notices the shiny precum on the man’s goatee. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, with a buzz cut and seductive purple eyes. “Waking you up,” shrugged the man. “How kind of you, now get the fuck away from me.” The man slathers his tongue all over Sage’s balls, and then licks the entire shaft right up to the tip. Sage’s hips buck, and a moan escapes his mouth. “No,” says the man pointedly, “Now shut the fuck up, and let me finish. I want some cum, NOW!” He slams Sage’s hips against the table with unnatural strength, before proceeding to face fuck Sage’s dick. Asshole, thought Sage, I guess I have to teach you some manners. Sage tries to bust the restraints, but feels too weakened to tear it out. This can’t be, thought Sage, this should be really easy…I must be too distracted. The man continues pumping, he moans to himself in contentment. Oh shit, thought Sage, I’m going to fucking cum in his mouth. I don’t know why, but I can’t fucking do this, I can’t let go. Before the man could properly suck Sage off, the table starts moving until Sage is in a standing position. The man gets up accordingly, and stands to his full six-foot-ten inch frame. His body hair glistens with oil, and the only things he wears are shoulder-pads equipped with spikes and thick boots. His dick is greased with dry cum, a pleasurable perk in trying to resuscitate Sage. “I see you have awaken, Sage. We were getting desperate. I asked my assistant to use an alternative method. Apparently, it worked. That will be enough, Bernard” says a voice. Bernard looked angry, but complied with his master’s bidding. He gives Sage a long passionate kiss, before exiting. “Next time, you can do me,” says Bernard over his shoulders, with him and his hairy muscle butt stomping away before disappearing through a steel wall. “In case you’re wondering, Sage, we captured you outside of the building you jumped out of. Not a very wise decision, especially since it took you a full week to recover from your injuries.” A full week, thought Sage, usually damage like that takes less than an hour. “Yes, well, according to your vital signs, your healing factor has been severely compromised. It’s actually quite a shame. A person with your reputation must be in crisis.” This asshole knows what I am thinking? “No need for profanity, Sage. You are in good hands, ahem, as Bernard demonstrated. We want to offer you the best care, especially since you have information regarding Captain Chase.” Great, a telepath, thought Sage. “Hmm, I don’t have information on Chase. Can I go now?” “Bravo, Sage. You have spoken so convincingly, but I know you’re lying. You still have some mental defenses that we haven’t got around yet. In due time, but meanwhile shall we will keep your muscles tranquilized?” “Are you giving me a choice?” The voice pauses, than laughs. “Good one, Sage. I see why Chase favored you among his boys. There was no need to murder all of them, you know. No need to answer, now. I think you need some more rest. This should help.” Sage sees a flashing blue light before everything goes dark. “Oh, just like that Sage, push it in slowly like that.” Sage looks down to see Chase’s pink, hairy asshole expand to accommodate his throbbing dick. “Now slam it in,” Chase says in a huskier tone, the sweat wetting his beard and back. Sage can smell the musky, mushroom-like sweat from Chase’s balls, and it drives him crazy. Sage grinds his teeth and he slams it in, and then finds Chase on top of him—riding his cock backwards. He can see Chase’s ass jiggle as he bounces gleefully on his cock. Sage runs his hands through the bushy hair on Chase’s back. He then lifts Chase in the air and butt-fucks him like crazy. Chase cries out, “Oh Sage, I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me like this. Deeper, harder, tear me apart.” Sage pumps harder and harder. Chase starts screaming in pain and pleasure. Sage feels his dick getting longer and longer. “Stop, ok, stop now, Sage. It’s too big,” Chase cries out. “No, I’m going to give you some much needed cock, old man,” Sage laughs, as he bear hugs Chase from behind, “You want me to fuck you in half. Here it goes” He pounds Chase’s ass until suddenly his dick bursts out of Chase’s pubic area. Chase screams in anguish. “I’m sorry, Chase,” exclaims Sage. Chase continues howling in agony, with his arms waving frantically in the air. Sage awakens. “Don’t you just hate it when you awaken from an erotic dream?” states the voice. “Fuck you,” says Sage, matter-of-factly, “By the way, I have major wood, where’s Bernard?” “I’m afraid Bernard is preoccupied with a mission. I would say to use your right hand, but you can’t now can you?” “All tied up,” says Sage, “why don’t you come out here and back onto my dick. I haven’t had ass in ages.” “Oh, Sage, you must make better use of that vocabulary. After all, isn’t it true that you are fluent in several different languages? No answer, then. Well, why don’t we test my theory? I request that you translate the following sentence in Mandarin: My, haven’t we seen better weather?” Easy enough, thought Sage. He opens his mouth, but no words come out. “It is just as I thought, Sage. You cannot translate a simple statement for me in another language. Before you try to protest, I did a mind scan, and you could not form the words in your own mind. Such a tragedy, really, all that knowledge gone.” “All right, I’ve had enough of your fancy bullshit. What the hell have you done to me? I can practically punch through walls and kill a man in two seconds flat. I can translate 100% better than any U.N. interpreter. I’m certainly immune to tranquilizers, so you must be using some heavy duty stuff. If you tell me what agency you work for, I won’t snap you in half. Read my mind. Am I lying?” “I know you are not joking, Sage. You will eventually learn of my affiliations. But first, I must nurse you back to your fullest capacity.” “Somehow, I don’t believe you’re nursing me. But it doesn’t matter. I ‘m going to find a way to repair, break out of these restraints, and translate that sentence for you before I rip your head off.” “Well, we’ll see about that, Sage. In the meantime…pleasant dreams.” Why you arrogant son-of-a-bitch, thought Sage, as he is sedated again. Sage can feel himself naked, warm in another man’s arms. His face pressed against the man’s lightly-downed chest, he takes in a strangely familiar scent of cologne and sweet cum. “I can’t believe we finally did it, Stan,” says a tall blond man as he uses one hand to slide a condom off. Sage is standing against a wall, seeing himself in bed with this man. “I can’t believe it either, Bruce. Man, our parents are going to kill us.” Sage stands perplexed as they both laugh and kiss each other. Who is Bruce, thought Sage, and why did he just call me Stan? Come to think of it, that guy Stan looks like me but younger. “We shouldn’t worry too much. We’re both going to the same college, and we were planning to share an apartment together. Our parents know how crazy we are about each other.” “Yeah, but your dad, he’s all about your training. He wants you to travel with him across the world to promote his new weaponry. He wants you to leave with him in two weeks for training at New Britain. I’m not going to see you until the start of the semester. How are we going to manage that?” “Easy. We spend our honeymoon over there.” “How?” asks Stan. “I’m sure my dad can pull some strings, and I can spend the nights with you.” Sage sees that he, or the guy named Stan, looks worried. Honeymoon? What the hell is this guy taking about? Sage continues listening. “I don’t think your father’s going to do that, Bruce. I mean, he treats me with respect and all, but I know he’s been angry with my dad ever since that project failed. It wasn’t my father’s fault, you know. The government didn’t want to continue funding an experiment that involved superhumans. They thought it would turn out like the yellow clone incident.” “Shhhh, it’s going to be okay. Don’t worry, Stan. My dad likes you. He’s a good guy. Sure, he’ll be angry about us at first, but eventually he’ll understand. I love you, and I will do anything to show you that. You’re my husband, I’m your husband, and we are together for life” It can’t be, thought Sage, I didn’t hear wrong. They take their hands out from under the covers, and Sage can see the matching wedding bands. “I know, Bruce, I know. It’s too bad that he doesn’t know it.” They both turn their attention to Sage. Their eyes turn a sinister red as they whip off the covers and begin pissing on Sage until he is awash in a typhoon. Sage awakens, still choking for air. “I’m sure you have some questions. I have the answers,” says the voice.