Gay Erotic Stories

In a post technological era civilization has returned to the ways of the past. True blood sports and sex have replaced the team sports of the past and athletes are now selected as children and held as Gladiators after a period of training as slaves and protégé/attendants. The homosexual lifestyle has become the accepted norm for these leather-clad warriors who worship and care for their bodies to perfection. The only way out of this gladiatorial ring is by death, permanent slavery or amassing high esteem, freedom and property through victories….. I lay on the leather-covered bed looking out at the setting moon, this may be the last time I would see it as I would soon fight in my tenth match. Win or loose it would be my last, very few gladiators had made ten victories and when they did great honor was bestowed upon them. If they lost the tenth match the only way they could be spared was by request of the victor making them his slave – If he was a ten-match winner. I had decided that if I were to win today my opponent would become my slave – no more killing! Chris, my young protégé, stirred next to me and I slid a hand over his smooth young body. He turned to face me and I brought his face to mine – we kissed. I felt the youth’s hand slide between my legs to my erection then began to softly fondle my hard cock as he stroked his own. Again, we kissed, but this time as we finished I turned and began to lick my way down the smooth body next to me until I had his stiff, hairless, young penis in my mouth. He moaned as I began to suck him and then he began to writhe and thrust into my mouth seeming to know exactly what I wanted at the moment, knowing that I wouldn’t ejaculate so close to a match but that I wanted to bring him to climax and, perhaps for the last time, taste his sweet juices. My finger found his tight little ass and I began to probe him. He was still slick with lubricant and cum from the night before and my finger went easily into him. Gasping as I fingered him with first one, then two, then three fingers, he reached climax and his hot boy cum surged into my mouth. My suction continued and I swallowed each spurt from his twitching cock until I felt it begin to become soft. Chris lay panting on the bed recovering from his climax as I rose. It was time to prepare for the “final” battle! I showered and shaved my body, making sure that there was no hair in evidence anywhere, and then I smoothed oil over my nakedness until I glistened. By now the boy had rose from the bed and begun to assemble my battle uniform. On the bed lay my best black leather uniform – a body harness with leather straps and chrome steel rings, a micro skirt with studded waistband, long, tight, tissue thin gloves, crotchless mesh hose, a pair of glossy, black, tall-heeled, thigh-high boots and a studded double cock ring. I rolled the hose onto my legs and then pulled on the long glossy boots, working my feet down into what seemed like miles of smooth leather. Standing I slipped on the very short skirt, it rose in front as the thin leather draped over my erection and its touch excited me causing my cockhead to become glazed with precum. Chris snapped the body harness to my torso as I tugged on my long, tight gloves and I felt his soft lips moving over the back of my neck and shoulders kissing me worshipfully as his tightly gloved hands moved over my smooth breasts and erect nipples. I turned and handed him my cock ring, he knelt and snapped the first strap around the base of my penis just behind my balls, the second ring snapped around my shaft causing my massive, drooling erection to become even more swollen and pronounced. Now came my weapon, a long fiberglass fencing foil with a corona ball on its tip and a molded penis shaped handle with steel guard. I squeezed the handle and a blue discharge formed at the corona ball – the weapon was charged. I masked myself in a black leather half mask with chrome ear disks and then turned to face Chris. He knelt and began to lick my high, glossy, black, leather boots one last time before I went through the door into the corridor to the arena to face whatever was going to happen. Gladiators had massed near gates on each side of the arena; each gate opened and released one of a pair of opponents until the entire group was on the arena floor. I met my opponent at the center of the main arena. He was young, almost as young as Chris, with a smooth unscarred body and the innocent look of a boy – even while masked in leather. He carried an electro-foil like mine in a gloved hand and, like me; he was booted, skirted and harnessed in smooth, glossy, black leather. We raised our weapons in salute and both of our exposed members grew rigid with the anticipation of battle. My young opponent struck out at me with his foil – a near miss. He was quick and good as well as beautiful. It was difficult to maintain my concentration; I was almost completely distracted by his gorgeous body, stiff member and boyish looks. Again, a small sting then another, I seemed unable to get away from his assault. Was this going to be my end? A thrust and a parry, I deflected his weapon and then managed to sting his upper thigh very near his crotch - which if I could strike it correctly would surely disable him. His quickness was beyond belief as he staggered back from my near miss he brought his own foil up and between my legs. The shock of the discharge into my crotch stopped me completely, I was unable to move and my cock was twitching and spewing streams of the white jism I had dreamed of gushing in victory. I staggered back, but his foil struck me again - this time just below my chest. I fell backwards recoiling as almost every muscle in my body spasmed. I was now on my back with my booted legs spread and the tip of his foil against my anus - the blue fingers of its discharge crawling over my naked crotch. I realized that I was twitching uncontrollably and peeing as his weapon discharged into me but could do nothing to stop the flow. Gasping for breath I knew it was over! I weakly grasped at my weapon with a gloved hand. I had no luck! I was unable to even lift the foil. Then, just as consciousness left me, I felt the discharge stop and the hot juices of his victory spatter over my defeated body. I awoke with a start, confused about what had happened and where I was. Moonlight was streaming in from a large window and I was lying on a black leather mat rather than in a puddle of my own urine. God! Was I dead? I felt my body - my harness and skirt were gone, but I was still gloved and booted in glossy black leather and the studded double leather rings still encircled my now soft penis. I sat up and saw my opponent seated in a large leather lounge looking at me. “What?” I managed to gasp. The young gladiator rose and walked toward me. He had no weapon now and he was also stripped of everything but a pair of crotch high, tall-heeled, silver leather boots, tight silver shoulder length gloves and a silver cock ring. His unmasked face was as beautiful and boyish as I had imagined and his smooth, hairless, nude body and rigidly erect, precum glazed cock looked like they belonged to some sort of Adonis. “I’m dreaming!” I panted. “No” he responded, “You were my tenth victory and I couldn’t kill you”. “You mean I’m your slave.” “Call it my lover!” He knelt onto the mat and pressed his mouth against mine pushing his tongue into me and softly stroking my cock to erection with a leather encased hand. I spread my booted legs wide eagerly yielding my body to my new master.