Gay Erotic Stories

Nobody was immune to Brandon’s charm. All the girls adored him. The guys wanted to be him or do him. We met at the gym and became good friends quickly. When he needed a roof I was more than happy to help him out. He was a great roommate for an awesome good time. It was never short on fun or excitement. Unfortunately he was not a great roommate when it came time to pay up on the bills & rent. Again we were behind on the money stuff.

We enjoyed my night off out on the town and woke up late. I was still a bit hung over from the night before, but certainly had enjoyed my time with Amy. I know he landed some action as well, but I am not sure with who or what he came home with. It was almost lunchtime and just the two of us sat naked at the kitchen table eating & exchanging stories. It was nothing new since the old farmhouse we lived in did not have air conditioning and it was summer. I am comfortable straight and Brandon is in sex overdrive it does not matter girl, guy, hand or pony. If I were bisexual Brandon would certainly be “my type.” His deep dark eyes, black hair & olive colored skin is amazingly hot when I looked at my blond hair, hazel eyes and tan which I had to work so hard for. We were both well muscled with six packs, tats & body fur in all the right places.

Before it got any later we wanted to get a run in. There were several admirers along our regular route that we did not want let down, so to the laundry pile we went. Brandon grabbed a jock strap and I found a pair of square cut briefs that looked fine. You never knew what we might wear on a run, but our admirers counted on no shirts. As a tattoo artist I enjoy showing off skin. Amy had gotten me a pair of very sharp realistic spider nipple shields for my nipple piercings. They were still in from the night before. With my big dark nipples the silver spiders looked ultra cool. For his birthday a couple years ago I pierced Brandon’s nipples. It did not matter the shirtless occasion he always wore his gold rings. His biceps, big well shaped pecs and dark nipples got attention with or without the jewelry. We both loved the heightened sexual stimulation they brought.

It was a good a time as any to bring up the money stuff. “I know, I know” was his reply. As usual Brandon had loads of great excuses. Somehow he always managed something creative to bring in the money. If he was only as steady at a job as he was at his game he could be one of the wealthiest players of all time. He told me not to worry, he had a plan and would have the money tomorrow.

When we got back home Brandon fixed us a couple hydrating energy drinks. I hate that gatoraid taste, but they are good for you after sweating so much. As we drank Brandon asked me if I had plans for that night. He was having a few friends over. “No problem” I replied. I had no plans. “Good, you can hang with us” Brandon said with his irresistible grin. It was a hard hot run and I was unusually tired. I told him I was going out in the hammock to take a nap.

Damn, I woke up feeling so groggy. But I was in the old barn, not the hammock under the oak tree. I was laid out on a hard wooden table with an iron collar, iron wrist manacles and iron ankle manacles all padlocked with chains to the table. Something did not feel quite right. I could barely move but when my eyes began to focus I looked down over my body. It was an unmistakable feeling that I had once before. A few years back Brandon and I entered a body builder competition. We had shaved our entire bodies baby butt smooth. Looking over my body all my manly hair was gone leaving me looking like a boy again. My awesome spider nipple shields were gone, replaced with heavy silver rings and chains connecting them. I rarely wear my nose ring and only a few know of it. The spacer in my nose piercing had been replaced with another large ring and chains connecting to my nipples.

I saw Brandon working on something across the barn and began cussing him out. Why was I in irons chained down, did he spike my drink, what did he think he was doing, why had he shaven my entire body & my balls, WTF? He replied, “Don’t get so hot under the collar you are all ready hot as hell just chilling chained & manacled” I did not find him humorous. It was his plan to have me hang with his guests tonight. I was to be the entertainment for his paying guests tonight. It was his plan to get the money for bills and then some. He could not be the entertainment, tend to the guests and collect the money. Anyways, I had been requested to be the centerpiece for the night.

Yea, he had spiked my drink. It was the most fun means of getting his playmates prepared for play. Brandon had always enjoyed playing rough with his conquests and had a very unique collection of bondage and play toys. I just kept away from his play toys and let him do his thing.

My wake up hard-on quickly went limp with my anger. He came over to the table and began fumbling to attach an iron cock cage on my dick. I had to admit, even in my anger, the heavy iron and rattling chains were a turn on. They felt strangely freeing in a captive sort of way. When he had the cock cage locked on tight he started on my nipples, licking, pulling and teasing them. He knew all too well what would happen. My dick began swelling. It began pushing against the pricks inside the cock cage. I began screaming with the pain. I could not stop myself from growing.

As I was writhing in pain and uselessly fighting against him he strapped on a head harness with a ball gag & locks. My screams were now nothing more than annoying muffles. As hard as I tried I could not get the gag out of my mouth. The drool just ran down my cheek around my neck and under the iron collar. My world became dark when he snapped a blindfold on the head harness which totally covered my eyes. He told me he had some other things to get ready before his guests arrived, “just relaxed, it will be fun.” He then pushed ear plugs into my ears and I could hear nothing but the rapid beat of my heart echoing in my head.

And oh how slow the time passed……

I have no idea how much time passed. Brandon woke me up, unsnapped the blindfold, took out the ear plugs and removed the ball gag. I had calmed down and accepted the idea I would be the night’s centerpiece. I was excited about what might be to come even though that pumped up my dick to an uncomfortable point. I told Brandon I trusted him. We always had fun together and I figured this would just be another adventure. I could tell it was dark outside and the barn was now dimly lit except for this corner where I was chained to the table. My arms & feet were stretched to the corners where heavy iron chained with padlocks affixed my manacles to the table.

I asked Brandon to remove the cock cage. With my anticipation the excitement was killing my dick. He agreed and removed the cage. He said as long as I went along with everything else, he would. I was also to call him Master Sir when ever I spoke to him. I was certainly in no position to argue. It was a painful relief to have that cage removed from my aching dick. He grabbed and squeezed my dick hard. “What do you say” he barked. I said “Thanks” which got me another even harder squeeze. “What do you say slave” he shouted. “Thank you Master Sir” I replied. He jumped up onto top of me on the table and gave me one of the most passionate kisses I had ever had. I enjoyed it in a strange way leaving me feeling very confused.

He unlocked me from the table and told me to stand. It felt good to be upright again. There was still a chain which attached my ankles, but there was enough length I could walk. He began attaching to something which bound up my balls tightly together with a short heavy chain dangling. That chain was then locked into the middle of the chain connecting my ankles. Now when I tried to step the slack needed was not there unless it pulled down on my bound balls. I stood still and kept quiet. The quiet point was easy again with the ball gag back in my mouth.

My arms were still free at the moment, but not for long. They were chained together and hoisted up to a chain from overhead. I love the smell of sun tan oil, but will never think the same of it again. Brandon began applying a coat of oil all over my already sweaty body. I glistened in the spot lights shining on me. I am sure I was a grand sight. I hoped the visitors enjoyed it.

Just as Brandon was finishing up I heard the first car pull up. Brandon assured me again I would be just fine as long as I relaxed I would enjoy it. He reattached the blindfold and my world went dark again. I did not need the ear plugs this time to heart my heart throbbing in my chest.

I only heard three cars pull up. I thought this was not going to be that big of a deal. I did not know what the paid to come this evening, but it better be enough to get the rent & bills paid up. I heard Brandon welcome the guests. He introduced me only as slave. He proceeded to tell them what a privilege it was to be here this evening as it was my very first experience. It was to be their pleasure to break in this virgin slave. I thought to my self for a second, I was no virgin. Then I heard the group cheer. There were more than three and they were most certainly all men. Oh Fuck! I realized it was my virgin ass they were cheering about. My hard dick quickly went limp as I knew this was not my idea of fun. I was going to kill Brandon when I got free.

Ok, First order of business tonight said Brandon, payment first. As we agree $800 per man & a toy. I cringed some more when I heard Brandon say “thank you” eight times.. After collecting the money, he announced the start of the auction. He proceeded to remind the men that I was a lifelong straight man, tattoo & piercing artist, 31 years old, a real ladies man, I was only bound for the first time today, very sensitive with an unknown tolerance for pain, freshly shaved this afternoon and above all a virgin ass. All this grew plenty of excitement in the guests. All men will get play time to break in this new slave. However first, second & third penetrations will be auctioned off to the highest bidders. Two other bids will go for the last two fucks of the evening. Bidding for First Fuck starts at $1000. The math quickly ran through my head; 8 x 800 plus 1000 is already $6400. WOW! I do not know where or how Brandon found these men but I was so impressed and flattered by the end of the auction. First Fuck brought $13,000, Second Fuck $5,500, Third Fuck $2,600 and the other two each brought $1500. Brandon was getting his part of the bills paid up and a great commission but my virgin ass was taking the brunt and I was taking my lion’s share of that $31,500! The men gave up the cash readily. I figured I could take all that they gave readily.

Only when the men asked did I find out Brandon had “cleaned me out” this afternoon while I was knocked out. I was happy to have not been awake for that adventure.

Now it was time for me to give up what they paid for……