Gay Erotic Stories

By the time Roger returned to the stables, four hours had passed, and he felt rejuvenated. Unlike his new whores, who slouched about their stalls, sniveling and simpering and gasping for breath, their now feeble struggles labored. Roger noted that the jock’s big, handsome mug was now stained with tears. As he suspected, the trainer was the lone hold out. The others cowered in their stalls and peer out between the slats, clearly concerned about what he was going to do to them next.

Roger had the boys haul the bull out and watched the fags fret as they tried to figure out what the thing was. The dopey look on the big jock’s mug made Roger smile. Roger ordered them in his mind. Finn would have to ride the bull first, because if the big jock caught of preview of coming attractions he would be that much harder to corral.

“Bring out the big pony boy first.”

Sam and Danny opened Finn’s stall and led Finn stumbling out by his balls. Finn whined and squealed and struggled to break free, but with his nuts in a vice Sam swiftly brought him under control. The boys shoved Finn over the bull and Sam pinned his, while Danny drew Finn’s arms down and cuffed his wrists to the bull. Danny straightened Finn’s legs out one at at time and clamped them to the rear of the bull, so Finn was lying on his belly with his legs frogged and his buttocks splayed.

The big jock wriggled his ass around and bucked it up and down, clearly still not pleased. Roger retrieved a slender three inch dildo from his collection and screwed it onto the piston that arched up from the rear of the bull, while the boys fastened straps around the fag’s broad back and waist. They buckled his thighs to the bull as well, so the big faggot had very little play, and the bull could do its job.

Roger grabbed the big fag’s tail by its base and tugged. The boy squealed louder and louder, until Roger eased off. For over ten minutes, Roger toyed with the big jock, threatening to pop the tail out and then backing off, until distressed faggot was shrieking for Roger to just yank it out already. Roger gave the howling faggot his wish, ripped the tail out. The faggot beat himself against the bull and yowled so loud Roger could understand him through his gag.

“Ow! OW! Oh, my God! That really hurt! Fucking asshole! Why would you do that to me? I don’t get fucked.”

“You do now.”

“Oh, shit! Get me off this thing! Fuck! You’re crazy! Help!”

“We are miles from anywhere, boy. No one can hear you scream.”

The big jock groaned and collapsed back onto the bull. Roger guided the dildo to the entrance of that tight, puckered fag twat and called Sam over to grab his hips. The fag’s hole was still slick from its earlier fingering, so there was no need to lube it further. The panicked jock craned his thick neck back over his shoulder to see what Roger was up to and fought with the straps securing him. His big, red eyes were wide with fear and trepidation.

Roger stepped back to flip the switch and activate the bull and, as he did so, instructed Sam to impale the big jock. Sam seized the fag by the hips and dragged his ass down onto the dildo just as the bull chugged to life. The big fag yowled for dear life. He most definitely did not appreciate getting his wide, furry ass fucked.

Roger gave the whore a few minutes to settle, then turned the bull up so it was pumping in and out of his straining fag twat nice and steady. The big jock could do little more than lie there and grunt ‘no, please, stop, no, it hurts, no” over and over in time to the bitter jabs. The dildo was too small to do any real damage to the big queer, but it sure gave his tiny fag twat a nice workout.

Roger knelt in front of the bull and stared into the panicked jock’s eyes. He smiled real sweet and said, “Your a faggot, right?”

The boy chomped furiously on his gag, banged his hand and feet against the bull, and growled at Roger. His long fingers and toes spidered each time the bull drove into him.

“I asked you a question, boy! You a faggot?”

His jaw was clenched so tight the faggot couldn’t speak, but he managed a nod.

“Well, faggots get fucked. Don’t you know that by now?”

The jock’s eyes flashed and he roared at Roger, enraged, then almost instantaneously contorted his countenance into a mask of agony and shrieked as the bull stabbed his fag twat hard and fast. Roger let the beefy queer ride the bull for almost thirty minutes, until his cute face was flushed and puffy, and sweat mingled with tears dribbled off his wide chin. His complaints were nothing but grunts and moans now, so his fag twat must have loosened a bit. Roger gave the dial a spin and the bull picked up its pace, until it was literally pounding in and out of the tight assed jock so hard it slurped. The big faggot lost his mind, slammed himself up and down on the bull, and begged Roger to turn it off.

“Three more minutes.”

“NO! NO WAY! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANOTHER SECOND! TURN IT OFF! PLEASE! PLEASE! OH, MY GOD! TURN IT OFF!”

“Two minutes.”

“Oh my GOD! YOUR SICK! PLEASE! TURN IT OFF! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY!”

“Thirty seconds.”

The beefy jock collapsed over the bull and held tight, grunted and groan as his fag twat was rammed for its final few seconds. His broad, shining back side glistened like crystal. When Roger flipped off the switch, the bull lurched to stop with the dildo still buried inside him.

“Get it out! Oh, Christ! Get it out now!”

“Maybe I should give you a five minute bonus fuck.”

“Oh, my God! Please! No way! Get it out of me! I can’t stand anymore of this shit!”

“Are you going to be a good little pony boy?”

“Sure! Anything thing you say I’ll do it! Please! Just get it out!”

“Say I’ll be a good little pony boy, sir.”

The big jock whimpered.

“I’ll be a good little pony boy.”

Roger twisted the dial on and off real quick and gave Finn’s fag twat a couple of pumps. The fag howled.

“Say it like you mean it!”

“I’ll be a good little pony boy! I promise! Anything you want! Just get that thing out of my ass!”

Roger eased the dildo out and unscrewed it and the beefy jock collapsed in sobs.

“Why are you doing this? We didn’t do anything to you. We were just walking home, minding our own business. Why?”

“You are one hot faggot, you know that, Finn? My clients will eat that ass up. Now you can make this easy on yourself, boy, or we can do this the hard way. No pun intended. I don’t really care which. But you will whore that pretty ass for me and there’s nothing you can say or do to change that, so the sooner you get used to the idea, the better for us all.”

The big jock sobbed as the boys loosened the straps and lifted him off the bull. His beefy arms and legs were rubber from struggling so hard, so it was no trouble at all for the boys to drag him back into his stall, and truss him back up, so Roger could reward him with his tail. They locked him up and left the fucked over fag slouched, knees buckled, chest heaving, wiggling that big, tortured ass for all it was worth, and, in the process, swooshing his tail from side to side. Roger had served the beefy jock a harsh lesson, but it was one that must be taught, and he suspected it would take more than a ride on the bull for the big queer to learn it.

Next up was the trainer. The hard-bodied hottie fought like hell when the boys dragged him out, kicked and shrieked and flailed. His muscles rippled. He swung wild and even landed a few good blows. A couple of times he got away from the boys and, after the second, Roger shamed them.

“You boys gonna let that pretty queer best you?”

His taunt did the trick. The boys chased the muscular gym rat down and Danny pinned his arms back, so Sam could slug him in the gut. The gorgeous fag doubled over and Danny kneed him in the nuts. He curled up into a ball and made no more trouble after that. The two of them hoisted him up and lugged him over to the bull to strap him down, so Roger could work his magic.

The muscular trainer was trouble, so Roger decided to get tough with him. He teased the tail around inside the squirming gym rat for almost thirty minutes before he finally popped it out. The gorgeous faggot bit his pouty lip and fought not to squeal. Roger fitted the bull with a thick, four-incher and had Sam impale the beauty, while he flipped the switch. The bulled chugged into that sweet fag twat and the muscle bitch’s eyes bugged, but still he refused to cry out.

Roger slowly eased the dial up and the bull churned faster and faster, until the gorgeous faggot finally succumbed, and pleaded with him to stop. Roger tormented the beauty a while longer, before he finally forced a promise from him that he would be a good little pony boy. Roger flipped the switch and gave the stud’s fag twat a few more pumps, until he hollered louder than ever. His resistant fag twat had been taught its first lesson about who was in charge around here. The boys returned him to his stall with little fuss and when Roger gave him back his tail, beautiful Drake sobbed for the first time, proving he had learned something after all.

With his two most difficult whores put in their place, Roger pondered which pretty blonde should ride the bull next. He longed to see the face on he big jock when his boyfriend rode the bull, but the sexy model with the big dick was too inspiring to pass up, so he would go next.

The boys dragged the sexy, blonde faggot over and strapped him to the bull. In comparison to the first two, he put up very little fight, despite the fact that he knew what was in store. Roger teased the model’s beautiful bubble butt, just as he had the others, but unlike the jock and the gym rat, this sexy fag responded by circling his sweet ass around on the tail’s plug and moaning until it popped out. Roger noted the sexy faggot’s big cock had started to swell. This was going to be fun.

Roger had Sam guide the sexy fag’s ass onto the same four-inch dildo he had used on the trainer and the bull sprang to life. The sexy faggot squealed and crawled as far forward on the bull as he could. His big dick stiffened to full mast. Roger spun the dial and made the fag howl. He lifted his beautiful ass up to meet the thrusts and rode the dildo down, undulated atop the horse like the dirty little slut he was meant to be. It wasn’t long before he cried out “I’m going to come!” His back arched and he shuddered atop the bull, which continued to pound his sloppy fag twat. Roger let the bull fuck the horny faggot for a few more moments, before he switched it off. When the boys lifted the sexy model off the bull, the fag was so dazed and delirious they had to carry him back to his stall. His tail popped in so easily, the faggot barely registered its return, just sagged there, moaning and whimpering.

Three down, one to go. The tall, blonde boyfriend’s knees buckled when they dragged him out. The boys had to pick him up and carry his slobbering ass over to the bull to strap him down. The fag was so distraught that Roger did not even bother to tease his tail around inside his ass, just yanked it right out. The faggot yelped and wiggled his ass around in relief. He had a lean, swimmer’s build, with long, lithe legs, and the biggest feet of the lot aside from Finn, and even wider. Roger studied Finn’s cock for a few seconds, then dug through his collection and returned to the simpering, squirming fag.

“Your boyfriend looks to be about five inches or so and fairly thick, so I think this will fit you nicely.”

Roger parted James's quivering buttocks to check out his fag twat, slapped his ass, and gave Sam the go ahead to impale him, while he flipped the switch. The thick dildo drilled into the fag and made him squeal at first, but after a bit he settled back down to moan and take his fuck with little complaint, even boned up for a bit, but didn’t come. After about fifteen minutes, Roger turned the bull up, and gave the fag a fierce five minute fuck before he turned him off.

When the boys lifted the faggot from the bull, Roger had Sam pin its arms back, so Danny could jack him off. Danny fisted that long, slender shaft hard, until it stiffened, and began to twitch. The horrified faggot whimpered and thrust his hips forward to spurt across the floor. Danny pumped out every last drop the fag had in him and then the boys trussed his exhausted ass back in his stall, so Roger could return his tail. The pretty pony boy was rode hard and put up wet.

Roger had the beefy jock hauled back out. He shoved the fag to the floor, yanked his gag out, and ordered him to clean up his boyfriend’s mess...with his tongue. When the big jock refused, Roger had Sam flog his tailed ass hard, until he finally had enough and stuck his tongue out. The big faggot, crawled around on his hands and knees and lapped up every last drop, before they hauled him back into his stall, and locked him away.

The beautiful lot were not going anywhere. If by some miracle one of them did manage to free his arms, their ankles were still shackled, and they would have to scramble up the walls of their stall, and crawl over a nest of barb wire that encircled its perimeter, in order to get out. That was just not going to happen, so Roger gave the boys a break, and went to grab some dinner. He had worked right through lunch.