Gay Erotic Stories

I was on holiday from NZ and my regular Master was not with me. I was in fact a free agent to cruise, dominate or be dominated. The only reminder of my Master at home was the nipple clamps which he said I should wear whenever I went out while in London to remind me to whom I belonged.

Whilst I was wearing them (they were a metal bar clamp with a screw on the top of each that, when tightened, trapped the full nipple and left them swollen but fully exposed and available to any one who wished to torture me, as with a simple twist of the screw they could send waves of pain through my trapped nipples or they could whip the exposed nipple tips) I had done them up only tight enough to trap each nipple and ensure it was thrust out and available but out of sight under my laced leather vest which rubbed on the sensitised nipples and brought small waves of pleasure as I moved.

Far from reminding me to whom I belonged, they were making me very horny

We met at XSS. I was wearing my leather chaps and leather vest which was laced in the front but left plenty of ability to access my nipples which were just out of sight and clamped by the screw bar clamp. I also wore a full length leather coat which hid the fact that under it, apart from the leather vest, I was wearing only a silk loin cloth which left little to the imagination and therefore effectively left my arse, cock and balls available. I also had small leather waist bag that contained bondage rope, a number different nipple clamps, handcuffs, a collar, a cock gag, butt plug, lube and condoms.

I struck up a conversation with an authoritive looking Bear at the bar and covered the fact that I was in London with some business but looking also for pleasure. I could tell as we sat side by side and chatted that he had noticed my nipple clamp. Suddenly he stopped talking and looked me straight in the eye and asked where my regular Master was and I blurted out that he was back in Australia.

He told me to follow him to an alcove which was a little more dark and private. I picked up my drink and followed him obediently. When we got there he sat and when I went to join him he held up his hand and told me to remove my coat.

I looked around nervously but did as I was told and as I bent over to fold it into my satchel. I felt his cool hand run over my exposed buttocks before he gripped the thin silk running between my cheeks and yanked it pulling the cloth into my crack and putting pressure on my balls. My cock hardened as the thrill of coming under the control of this stranger thrilled me.

Mercifully he then allowed me to sit beside him in the alcove making my semi naked lower half less visible to others in the bar who may or may not have noticed his little display of power. However as soon as he finished his drink he told me, clearly and sternly, to go to the bar, as I was dressed and buy a black label whiskey and beer chaser for him and a beer for myself.

Once again I was embarrassed as I was now exposing my state of dress to everyone and had to push through a number of leather and denim clad bears and then wait for the drinks while rough hands explored my naked arse. I got the drinks and rushed gratefully back to the man who now seemed to be controlling me and sat down quickly, unfortunately spilling a very small amount of the beer on the table. I looked quickly up at my companion but he seemed not to notice as he was pre occupied on his cell phone organising some one to come to meet him and I wondered if he had grown tired of me and would dump me for his friend when he arrived.

We sat in silence for a while and then he asked me what was in my waist bag and I dutifully handed it over. Instead of looking carefully into the bag he proceeded to pour the contents on to the table in front of us. I was so embarrassed but he suddenly said in a loud voice. “How dare you spill my drink”. “Lick it up”. I was startled but leaned forward to obey with my hands on the table to steady myself when he said. “Keep licking but hands behind your back”. This necessitated me kneeling on the floor in the alcove with my back horizontal to the floor, my arse in the air and I felt the cold steel of my own handcuffs click onto my wrists.

I could do nothing to prevent him now and realised I had just become his slave. He then proceeded to collar me on my knees in the alcove and forced me to suck his now rampant condom covered cock under the table while he sat and sipped his whiskey.

When he had finished I was allowed once again to sit beside him again on the basis that I would now pay for all drinks for us and his friend who was due any minute. He then fed me my beer at regular intervals which I either quickly swallowed or it spilled down my naked chest. Whenever he needed a refill he would take the money on the table and go to the bar but each time before he left he forced me back on to my knees and roped my collar to the base of the table so that my face was inches from the floor. This position forced my semi naked arse into the air and in this obviously subservient manner I would await his return.

He obviously knew a number of Bears in the bar who would stroll over while he was gone and whip my exposed buttocks. On his return I would be released to once again sit beside him with my hands cuffed behind me and with rope dangling from my collar clear for all to see.

The beer he kept making me drink forced me to ask him to release me for a pee. His reply was that I knew where the toilets were and could go there any time as I was not restrained other than the cuffs. I wondered whether he wanted me to go and piss in my silken loin cloth as I would be unable to pull out my cock and realised now, that this was just another game in which I was the slave and so I determined to hold on.

Suddenly a giant bear of a man stood over us both, at the alcove and introduced himself as Ted. They kissed and hugged and then Ted turned his attention to me as he spoke to my Master Brian who to date had never introduced himself. He discussed me and my body as if I was not there and congratulated Ted on such a good capture as he looked meaningfully at me and adjusted his crotch with a large beefy hand. So this is our slave for the weekend. I hope he has stamina because it’s only Friday night and we have a number of clubs to attend over the weekend.

I was aghast at how easily this man, Master Brian, had captured and enslaved me. My mind was in turmoil as I sat semi naked, collared and with my wrists cuffed behind my back, busting for a pee and listening to Master Ted asking Master Brian to get him a drink while he tested my ability to satisfy his cock. I was from this moment clearly a captured pleasure slave to two Masters, not to mention their friends, until my release which looked a couple of days and long nights away.

I knelt once again under the table and pleasured Master Ted’s massive condom covered cock, when I had finished I remarked on its size, kissed him passionately and played up to him. Then I begged him to release me for a pee or take me to the toilet. His reply stunned me as he repeated what Master Brian had said and told me to go if I wished but that it was a dangerous place for a semi naked helpless slave and then changed the subject by asking me how I would feel with his massive cock pummelling my arse later tonight after a good whipping.

I could see he wasn’t joking and tried to explain I was a virgin which seemed to excite him even more and his large hands forced my head back toward the floor as his finger slipped into my mancunt

At this point I realised I had to escape and when Master Brian returned with another round of drinks I again pleaded to be released to go to the toilet but to no avail so I called their bluff and excused myself to push semi naked, collared and handcuffed through the crowds to the toilet.

I got about half way before a rough hand grabbed my cuffed wrists and jerked me backwards. I half turned expecting to see Master Brian or Ted but was looking into the eyes of a large fat man who forced me to accompany him to a dark corner where he pushed me to my knees and made me suck a relatively small flaccid condom covered cock. Having satisfied him I once again pushed my way through the crowd and made it to the urinal.

I then stopped and asked any one who looked friendly to push my silk loin cloth aside and allow me to pee. Finally a sophisticated well dressed Bear obliged, but only on the proviso I sucked him. I was so relieved when I had finished that I kissed him passionately and we went again to a dark area and I serviced him in every way I knew. We then sat and cuddled and I told him how I had been captured by Masters Brian and Ted and that they intended to use me all weekend. He was shocked and agreed to escort me back to their alcove get my bag and the keys to my cuffs and release me.

I was so happy I kissed him with real passion and serviced him again. He then led me still handcuffed back to my two previous Masters but instead of confronting them as agreed. He greeted them as old friends and told the whole story of how I had used and serviced him as pathetic attempt to escape.

I sat miserably between my two original Masters as they set about tightening and adding to the nipple clamps and adding rope to my upper arms with a cinch rope to the cuffs to lift my wrists further up my back. This tightened every thing and allowed greater access to my buttocks which previously I could try to protect even with my cuffed hands. They then roped my collar to the base of the table as before and rammed a large butt plug into me to stretch me for my later duties. They explained this as they took turns warming my buttocks with strong hand slaps before going again to the bar for another round of drinks. I was left to think about my mistake until they returned, undid the rope and sat me back up between them. I winced as sitting forced the large plug deeper into me and they grinned as they discussed moving on to the next venue.

I assumed they would have to now release me and allow me to dress before we went outside but Master Brian simply commanded that I stand, Took out my large leather coat and draped it over my shoulders, re buttoning it in the front which effectively hid both my state of undress and bondage and the four of us walked out onto the street and toward the next venue

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