Gay Erotic Stories

A friend and I had talked about how he would abandon me for an afternoon at a construction site; and that he would "rescue me" only when the sun set. We looked around for a number of possible sites and finally settled on a condominium complex that was approximately halfway completed (roof and windows were in but the interior was still rough finished). The first warm Sunday afternoon he took me to this site "to play." After commanding me to strip, he bound my balls, stuck a q-tip into my pee-hole, put clamps on my tits, and duct-taped my hands together in front of my body. As he walked out the door, he said, "Perhaps I'll come back before the sun sets." This was about 1:00. I figured I had four, rather boring hours ahead of me. I wandered around the empty building, looked out the windows, and then sat down on the dusty, wooden floor. There was no "fun" in this at all. I guess about 45 minutes passed (I'm not sure, I had no watch with me), when I heard a pick-up truck pull into the condo complex. "Shit," I thought, "no one is supposed to be here today." As I peered out over the window ledge, I watched this burly guy climb out of the truck and walk toward the building that I was in. I was at a loss as to what to do. I couldn't go outside, so I thought I would hide. I went into what I thought was a bedroom and hid inside what I thought was to be a closet (with no door). About ten minutes later, this guy comes waltzing into the room that I'm in and sees me crouched, hiding in the closet. "Hey you," he says. "What are you doing in here?" I think I turned eighteen shades of red. With that he pulls me out of the closet, forces me up against the wall, and takes a hard look at me. I'm scared to death. "So boy," he exclaims, "it appears you are into some rather kinky shit here." I nod my head in agreement. "Speak up," he says. "Yes sir," I mutter back. "How kinky boy?" 'I'm into cbt sir," I reply. "Anything else," he asks. "Exhibitionism, bondage, and water sports," I reply. As I stand there, I'm thinking, I giving this total stranger my BDSM life history here. I don't know him. I should shut up. At this point he says, "We'll boy, you may have hit pay dirt. I might be able to help you out here. Stand there, and don't move." With that he leaves the room and I break out into a cold sweat. My cock is shriveled up; I've lost the q-tip. He returns about five minutes later with a length of rope. He takes it, runs it between my duct taped hands, and then throws one end over an exposed beam. He pulls my arms up over my head, and then ties off the rope, so that I'm just hanging there. He takes the clamps off my nips (boy did that send a wave of pain through my body) and then began to roughly fondle my cock. He said I better get hard if I knew what was good for me. I finally threw a half-woody; I still wasn't sure what I had gotten myself into. With that, he looks at me and gives me this evil look and says, "I promise you an experience you won't soon forget." With that, he again left, returning about five minutes later with a nail gun. "Oh fuck," I said out load. I've read about these kinds of situations. What had I (or more accurately, my friend) gotten me into? He unwrapped the bindings around my balls. My cock had shrunk again. He didn't seem pleased. "Aren't you having a good time," he asked. With that he backed me up to a door frame, so that my arms were pulled hard over my head and I was standing on my toes. With that, he reached down, pulled down on my ball sac, caught some loss skin, and then nailed my ball sac skin to the door frame. The holler that came out of my mouth should have raised the dead. "No more sir, please, no more," I screamed. "What, you want me to stop," he asked. "Yes, please, I'm sorry for being here, please let me go." "Well, I can't let you go boy. I can't have you identifying my truck." At that point, I broke down and cried. I was so scared. Here I was, with my nut sac nailed to a piece of wood, and my arms pulled over my head at a 45 degree angle. He then left me alone and went about doing whatever it was that he came to work on that afternoon. I tried to pull away from the door frame. I wasn't going anywhere, at least not if I wanted to keep the skin that held my balls in. He came back in and said, "Let's see, I think I've addressed three of your four scenes. You're bound, you are definitely being exhibited, and it sure looks like I've found an ingenious way to torture your balls. What's left? Well your cock's still dangling there." "No please sir, leave my cock alone. I'm sorry if I offended you" "Well, would you like to cum boy?" "No sir." I knew if he jerked me off that it would only put additional stress on my ball sac. "Well, I don't know boy. I've done everything you said you liked." (As I write this, I think about how casually I still use the phrase, I'm into cbt, exhibitionism, bondage, and w/s, when I talk about what I'm into.) "Okay, I'll leave your cock alone. But I need to piss. You did say you are into water sports, didn't you boy?" I meekly nod my head in agreement. With that, he pulls out his cock and pisses all over me. When he's done, I think, how's he going to explain the stain and the smell to his co-workers on Monday. When he finished, he zips up and says, "Well boy, it has been fun. But I need to move along. I hope someone's planning on rescuing you sometime soon. I don't think you want to spend the night here. It gets rather cold. And, you definitely don't want the work crew to find you here tomorrow." "Yes sir, someone is planning to come rescue me." Where did that come from? How could I have been so stupid? "Really," he says. "Then you won't mind this." And with that, he takes a piece of duct tape and tapes my mouth shut. He then takes another and tapes my eyes shut. Oh fuck, I've really gone and done it now. I hear him leave. I can only wonder what time it is. Finally, I hear someone enter the room. It is "my friend." His first comment was, "well I now see why you didn't greet me when I drove up." Then as he gets closer he shouts, "Holy hell, what happened to you." He takes the duct tape off my eyes and mouth. I start to cry again. I said, get me out of here, please. Take my hands down first. After he does that, he returns and looks at my ball sac. "Removing your sac from the frame isn't going to be easy." "What would you suggest we do?" "Hold on," he says. With that he leaves the room and comes back with a screw driver. "I'm going to try to pry the nail off the wood." I break out into a cold sweat. As he works to loosen the nail, I think I'm going to puke. Finally, he gets it out and I collapse on the floor. I sob. He holds me. He tells me he's sorry. We finally get up and he walks me to the car. I actually ride home naked. He takes me into the house and tell me to put ice on my ball sac. All I want is a hot bath. He tells me to ice my sac first. I do that, fuck it was cold. And, while I do that, he draws a luke-warm bath for me. He tells me to climb in. My body hurts all over. He tells me again how sorry he is. The following morning when I get up, I go into the bathroom to look at my ball sac. It’s puffy and discolored. I think to myself, I was very lucky. Never again will I let someone leave me unattended. It will be a non-negotiable limit. So far, no one has thought to violate it.