Gay Erotic Stories

Mark is 45 years old and an adonis. He's 6'2" of pure muscle, with every abdominal muscle clearly showing, practically no body fat, and a perfect 8" cock. He has this salt and pepper hair that makes him look so distinguished, especially when he smiles so warmly. He's a lawyer by trade and my husband in life. I am 27 years old, an architect and a runner, with pale skin and a slim, but muscular body. A runner's body, that is. Mark and I sometimes compare our body fat percentage. His is always lower. But even though he can bench press twice as much as I can, he loves my muscles and I drool over his. But, when I drool on the carpet, he slaps me... He has to slap me because, at home, I am Mark's slave and I'm his willing prisoner.

Yesterday, I woke up early and Mark was still sleeping. I stared at his rugged, angular face and didn't move. I couldn't move. I had to wait for Mark to wake up to unchain me. Before we go to bed, he chains me to the bed, usually my wrists to the headboard, but sometimes, when he's feeling charitable, its one ankle to the bottom of the bed. I've slept chained up every night we've been together. I stared at his amazing, muscular body, wanting to touch every part of it, even after the beating my ass took the night before. But, I stayed silent, waiting for my master to wake up.

"Good morning, boy," he said as he opened his eyes.

"Good morning, sir. How did you sleep?"

"Very good. I was so tired after pounding that ass of yours, boy. I needed the sleep. Did you stay awake like I told you?"

"Yes, sir. But only for 30 minutes. I couldn't last the whole hour."

Mark slapped me across the face and grabbed my cock, hard. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. You hear that boy?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"You'll have to make it up to me today."

"Anyway you want, sir. Would you like me to stay home from work today?"

"Maybe, boy. For now, make me breakfast."

"Will you unchain me, sir?"

"When I'm ready."

I lay there, with my wrists chained to the headboard as Mark got up and when to the bathroom. He came back with more chains and rope. He ripped my underwear off and shoved it in my mouth. He straddled me and started punching my abs. He spoke one word with each punch.

When. I. Tell. You. To. Stay. Awake. You. Stay. Awake.

"Yes, sir."

He unchained me, but not before putting ankle irons on me. They were long enough with enough slack that I could walk around, but they reminded me that I was and always will be his.

"Go make me breakfast, boy." He said, as he deep kissed me.

I stood at the stove, naked, with ankle irons, making Mark some scrambled eggs, when i felt a butt plug mercilessly shoved up my ass. I screamed. Mark covered my mouth. "Listen, boy. You will have to wear this all day as punishment for last night. For every minute it is out, you will be punished when I get home. Then he lovingly kissed me.

My ass hurting, I finished the eggs, served Mark, and cleaned up. I sat down at the kitchen table with him. "May I eat something, sir?"

"You can have what I leave over. Otherwise, you have to buy your own food." Mark left 1/3 of his dish over, so I was happy to be able to eat breakfast. While I was eating, he came over to my chair and cuffed me to the base. That was usually how we ate.