Gay Erotic Stories

The saga continues…

Dale called again. He had given me a new proposition two days ago and asked me to think about my answer carefully. I was kinda anxious for him to call me back. I had made up my mind to take the gig.

“It’s in Atlantic City, he’s in a tournament there and wants you to spend the entire weekend with him. This is big for you, Jimmy. This could set you up with a whole world of very wealthy men, just aching to get their hands on you!” He said over the cell phone, my hand shaking as I held it to my ear. “He’s into light torture, probably no blood involved, just some rough stuff and a little water sports.”

I was happy to hear that. If you read my other “Chosen” installments, you know that Dale and his friends practice some very high-risk sexual acts. They are at least high risk for the victim, which would be me!

(Yes, I’m into the agony and the humiliation. But hell, I don’t wanna be disfigured or nothing.)

Dale had grown fond of me, and appreciated my unique talent to absorb pain and transform it into sexual energy. I turned it into an electric charge that I was able to then transfer back to my tormentor. In addition to performing at his famous parties at the lake, he started to pimp me almost immediately. So, now I was a pro. He set up his special clients with my unique services, knowing that these extreme scenes were good for me both financially and sexually.

The cash, two thousand dollars, was transferred into the account Dale had set up for me and I was off to the Jersey shore that night. It was after ten when I arrived at the Beach Plaza Casino and I checked into the room Dale had reserved in my name. It was a big suite on the twenty-seventh floor, overlooking the glittering coastline. High-rise hotels and casinos were silhouetted against a brilliant star-lit horizon. The inky black ocean sprayed ghostly white foam onto the moonlit beach. I came prepared, and stowed my bag of tricks in the bathroom and stripped down to my jock strap. I dozed off on the huge king-size bed waiting for my fate to arrive.

Midnight:

The latch buzzed softly as an electronic key was inserted into the slot. The door opened slowly and a dark figure slipped into the room. I saw him outlined against the neon light reflecting through the plate glass door to the terrace. He was a very tall man, well built, but not bulky. It was an athlete’s frame and I knew immediately that it was Charlie Davis, the pro-golfer.

I knew little about the sport. Although I didn’t follow the tournaments, even I had heard of Charlie Davis. He was on every sports channel and news broadcast since sweeping the classics in 2002. His handsome face was on screens across America in those luxury car ads.

I shivered a little as he approached the bed, his hand rubbing his crotch as he looked down at me. I pretended to sleep as he went into the bathroom. I heard the steady stream of piss as he stood before the john and relieved himself. I stretched like a cat and said hello as he re-entered the bedroom.

“You look just like the video Dale sent me from his party,” he said. “Fuckin’ hot, man.

I saw you hooked up to that truck! How the hell did you ever let that dude do that to ya? I’m fuckin’ amazed!” He whispered, as he sat on the edge of the satin quilt.

He reached down and stroked my soft, hairless chest. My nipples had healed since the truck episode. But, they remained much larger and swollen-looking. I could tell Charlie liked them that way. He began to twist them between his fingers.

“I’m here for you, Charlie,” I declared. “I want to make whatever is spinning around in your head come true. I can take whatever you got in mind for me, and I’ll give back even more!”

He reached over and slapped me hard across the face. I moaned as he dove to my chest with his mouth, finding the tits and chewing hard on them. The game was about to begin. I whimpered, pleading with Charlie to get my bag from the bathroom. He brought it over and I dumped the contents onto the bed between us. The leather, chrome and latex appliances and tools glistened in the blue light from the terrace.

He reached down and fondled the assortment of cuffs, dildos and chains I had supplied for his use and enjoyment. His eyes lit up like a kid in a toy store.

I put my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, “Charlie, I’m all yours.”

My bare chest pressed against his torso, his heavy breathing on my neck.

“Give me a night I won’t forget!” he hissed.

He stood in the moonlight and stripped. His hard, angular face and powerful forearms were sunburned. So, his chest looked milky white in contrast. His shoulders were broad. His biceps were muscular and elegant. What an amazing figure, so athletic and defined. No wonder he could put so much drive behind that little white ball!

His waist was narrow, his six-pack abs popped under the creamy pale skin. He had a delicious spray of brown hair from nipple to nipple and another fluffy patch just above his large, uncut penis. It was already getting hard, and my mouth watered as I looked at the big, pendulous balls hanging between his sturdy thighs. He seemed unsure what to do next. So, I helped him get started. I picked up the chrome choke chain from the quilt and handed it to Charlie.

His big cock grew fat and long, standing straight out at least eight inches from his flat belly as he slipped the noose around my neck. I purposely pulled back, so he would feel the tension of the chain in his hand, the links tightening around my neck.

He slapped me across the face again, a matching red mark on both cheeks from his broad palm. I grabbed a few more toys from the bed as he jerked firmly on my chain, pulling me to my feet and leading me into the bathroom.

He guided me into the glass enclosed shower sauna and clipped the loose end of the choke chain around the showerhead in the middle of the ceiling. I hung by the neck, my feet just barely flat on the cold Carrera marble floor.

Charlie took the handcuffs I had brought with me, and pulling my arms roughly behind my back, placed them tightly on my wrists. I was getting really hot, and my cock was throbbing as Charlie took my chrome ball cuff and snapped it on me. The heavy metal band stretched and weighed my nuts down. A warm feeling of pain began to sweep over me. He turned on the water, bitter cold. It ran over my shuddering body, icy fingers stabbing at my flesh, drenching me. He slowly turned the handles. The water became temperate, then suddenly too hot.

I squirmed and twisted wildly under the falling water, as the scalding liquid coursed over my body, like flames in hell. I screamed out in pain. Charlie chuckled lightly and watched me squirm a few seconds before he readjusted. My skin was now red and tender, but not seriously burned. The lukewarm water was soothing, and I relaxed.

“Mmm. Sorry, Jimmy. I didn’t mean to do that. But, when you started struggling and moaning…man, it just turned me on. I had to heat you up a little!” he said, as he climbed into the enclosure with me.

My hot flesh was very tender as Charlie began to stroke me. His broad hands caressed my reddened skin, sending chills through me.

“I think that we need to keep you a little less vocal. Don’t want the hotel barging in here in the middle of our little fun, right?” He said, as he placed the bar gag across my face.

It was like a horse’s bit, stretching my lips into a grimace as he tightened the leather strap behind my head. My cock grew again, as his naked hairy chest pressed up against my helpless body.

The spa was big, probably eight by eight and completely surrounded with apricot-colored marble slabs. Charlie sat on a redwood bench against one wall and began to jerk off. I twisted around to see him. In the wall next to him was a water hose with a showerhead attached. Inspired, Charlie grabbed the hose and twisted off the head. I spread my legs wide as he placed the tube against my asshole. I felt the wet warmth jetting against my pucker as he pressed it firmly between my cheeks. The end of the tube slipped into my ass and the tepid water began to fill my chute.

At first it felt great. Charlie fondled my dick with one hand and thrust the hose deep into my rectum. Then, it began to hurt. The water filled me completely, pressing firmly on my prostate and ballooning in my gut. I felt full, bloated and nauseated, like I had been punched in the belly.

Charlie was having a good time and continued to jerk his massive uncut cock in the steamy warm water spraying from the sauna’s multiple showerheads. Smiling, he grabbed a big black butt plug I had brought along and tugged the hose from my hole. The water began to leak out. But, he quickly replaced the hose with the plug, twisting the large acorn-shaped appliance into my ass.

He took a thick, long-handled back brush from the shelf and began to tap on the end of the plug, rapping harder and harder, until finally he was slamming on the unyielding base with full swings. It was like he was trying to drive a golf ball up the fucking fairway or something. The shock of the plastic brush hitting my plug sent vicious shockwaves through my water-filled guts. The vile liquid was trapped inside me as I swayed from the chain on my neck.

Charlie abandoned the brush, came around and dropped to his knees in front of my distended belly. It was puffy and swollen from the gallon or so of water held within me. He took my seeping dick into his handsome face, his thick lips slippery with my pre-cum as he wrapped them around my erection. He drew me deep into his mouth and my cockhead hit the back of his neck. He gagged a little, but pulled me by the hips deeper into his throat. My belly and guts hurt like hell, but I was getting very close to cumming. I moaned and began to thrust my hips forward. His mouth was warm and soft. His tongue danced on my piss hole for a second before jamming me repeatedly into his throat. I tensed up and Charlie realized I was going to cum.

He reached behind me and grabbed the base of the butt-plug and yanked it from my aggravated asshole just as I bust my nut in his mouth. The water gushed out of my ass like a fountain. And, I shot load after load of thick white cum across Charlie’s rugged face. It seemed like I just kept coming, on and on, as the warm stream blasted out of my ass. Charlie hugged his face into my belly as the swelling went down, and I released the flood onto the marble floor. My cum smeared into his eyes and his hair. He rubbed a jizz-smeared cheek against my abdomen.

I was exhausted. But, Charlie was just getting into it. He ran to get a shoelace from his boot. Shaking away the last of my cum, he tied off the end of my cock. He took the hose that had been up my ass and directed the water into my face.

“You must be thirsty after that, Jimmy. Have a little drink, man!” he said while placing the hose between my lips and the bar gag.

I swallowed as much as I could. But, it was pumping out more than I could take. I snatched quick breaths through my nose as I gulped down the warm water. My belly began to feel full again. The water was entering my body from another route. But, it was jut just as bloating.

The phone rang. Charlie snapped out of his frenzy and left me alone in the sauna. I watched him through the steamy glass wall as he grabbed a towel and ran into the other room. He was awesome, his wet body glistening in the bedroom light. His muscles glowed lean and defined as he spoke casually on the phone. His stunningly long cock hung gracefully between his legs. I had yet to feel it, touch it or have it enter my body. was aching to be penetrated by this man.

The hot liquid in my belly was doing its magic. I had to urinate…very badly. My gut throbbed as the piss tried to flow, only to be stopped at the shoestring knot just under my mushroom cap. My magnificent tormentor lit a cigarette and lay on the bed, chatting to the unknown caller. I moaned loudly. Charlie looked up and shushed me, his index finger in front of his lips. I heard him say a quick goodbye and he returned to my torture chamber.

I had brought several dildos with me, in varying sizes. I usually start small and build up to the “Tony Gallo” model later. But, Charlie seemed particularly attracted to that one and brought it along back to the spa. It was solid latex, flesh pink, rough textured and tapered like a torpedo. Its massive shape was modeled like the famous star’s uncut cock and thickened dramatically towards the middle.

As usual, it slid in easy at first. But, as the pressure increased, the thickness stretched my outraged ass to its limit. I had been able to take it a few times, alone in my room, with plenty of time to get used to its size. Charlie pressed it firmly between my ass cheeks as he stepped back into the shower.

It started to expand my tight ring of muscle as it penetrated further into my rectum. It was easily the size of a man’s forearm toward the middle, and I groaned in agony as Charlie urged it in with short jabbing motions. He twisted it around to loosen me up a little more. Then, hit it home with one mighty shove. It lodged in my belly like a fist to my gut.

I cried out, my agonized howl muffled by the bit gag strapped tightly in my jaw. Charlie snuggled up behind me. His cock pumped against the hard latex base of the dildo, driving it against my prostate with brutal thrusts of his pelvis. His strapping arms wrapped around me. His hands were stroking my chest as he cooed into my ear.

“Okay, baby,” he whispered. “ You’re doing real good. You got me really stoked. Don’t know how much more you can take. You’ve earned your cash already, as far as I’m concerned. If you want me to stop, now’s the time to tell me, before I go any further.”

My cuffed hands rubbed his belly reassuringly, pressed between our bodies. He laughed and bear-hugged me, driving the obscene dildo far into my rectum. I began to cry softly, my salty tears flowing with the water streaming across my forehead.

Charlie pulled a heavy chrome tit chain from the wooden bench. My eyes flew open in terror. I had worn it many times and it was excruciating. The chain had metal clips on either end. He reached the chain around my back and clamped the alligators firmly on each of my big reddened nipples. The pain was intense and immediate. I cried out as Charlie tugged at the chain to make sure they would not slip off. My tits burned like fire. The soothing water rolling down my shoulders was unable to quench the sensation. I shook violently, jerking on my noose, the tit chain stretched tightly across my back. He pulled firmly on the dildo. I felt it slowly exiting my body.

Charlie undid the knot on my penis, and I let go a mighty stream of piss just as the dildo popped from my asshole. It was an unbelievable sensation, the sudden release of liquid from my bladder along with the huge monster sliding out of my bowels. Charlie held me from behind, his cock pressed against my now empty asshole and he directed my urine towards my mouth. I pissed all over myself, the yellow liquid hot against my skin, an unending stream of steaming liquid in my eyes and on my tongue as it sprayed into my astonished face.

Charlie wasn’t finished. He had yet to cum. I still had that big awesome cock to look forward to. He was extremely agitated. So, I hoped that he would want to fuck me now. I was grateful when I felt him pushing the thick head of his inflexible member into my butt. He held on to the chain across my back and tugging hard on the clamps attached to inflamed tits. I tried to push him away with my cuffed hands. But, he slammed me on the back of the head with his fist.

I instinctively pushed out my ass to meet him, and he entered me with his prodigious cock. Charlie rode my ass like a rodeo cowboy. I reared and kicked under him. He held onto my tit chain just as if he was reigning in a bucking bronco. The clamps bit into my tender flesh as he drove himself deeper into me. I was screaming in agony, the muffled sounds coming from my mouth reverberating in the glass and marble room.

Charlie grunted with every thrust, bouncing me off my feet as he plunged into me. He was so vigorous, so energetic, like an animal rutting. His cock was a shaft of steel. I thought he would drive the big fucker right through me and his potent sword would emerge out of my mouth any second. My ass burned, my tits throbbed with pain and my cock was as hard as a rock.

The man had a mighty stroke. He was sinking a hole-in-one, for sure. The chrome noose around my neck tightened and I felt the blood rushing from my brain as his engorged cock erupted in my chute. He shuddered and unloaded a couple more wads, his nuts emptying into my quivering body. I came for a second time in less than a half hour, my seed flying across the room and splattering on the damp marble wall.

He collapsed into me. The weight of his mighty body pulled us down, yanking on my chain, tightening my noose. I blacked out, limp and nearly lifeless in his arms.

It was a gorgeous morning at the Jersey shore. I heard the seagulls swooping and cawing outside the windows. Charlie was sitting on the terrace in the warm morning sun, reading the paper and sipping on a mug of coffee. He saw me move on the bed, and came inside to me.

“Fuck, Jimmy, I’m glad you’re okay,” he declared. “You scared me when you passed out on me. I pulled you down as fast as I could. You were moaning a lot. So, I knew you were still with me, y’know?”

“I didn’t call a doctor,” he said in a very somber voice. “How the hell could I explain all of this?”

He smiled weakly. My throat hurt and I rubbed at the welts that had formed under the choker chain last night, Saturday night in Atlantic City.

Charlie looked at me searchingly. I knew he wanted to be reassured that I was cool and what went down was completely consensual. A guy in his position can’t get his name in the press in a gay sex scandal. I reached under his terrycloth robe and squeezed his dick with my hand.

Grinning, he reached across me. Finding a bright orange ball gag, he shoved it into my gaping jaw.

Saturday was mind-bending. I still owed Charlie a Sunday!