Gay Erotic Stories

From the darkness of an orgasm-induced dream, Ryan Connolly was shocked to wakeness by a bucket of ice-water to the face. Disoriented, he let out a shout and heard laughter. His eyes struggled to adjust to the stadium lights shining in his eyes. He tried to wipe the water from his face, only to discover his wrists tightly bound to a spreader bar.

"Wake up, sleepyhead", the disembodied voice over the loud speaker mocked.

"What's happening to me...who are you..." Ryan pleaded. Then realizing he was losing his cool, the naked x-treme fighter snarled, "Answer me, motherfucker".

"Temper, temper.." the voice admonished. "I promise you we aren't mother fuckers ... but we have no problem fucking arrogant homophobic straight boys."

A shiver ran down Ryan's spine. He'd fought his way out of tough situations, but there didn't seem much hope for escape here. "Look man, I'll give you anything you want...just let me go."

"Yes, you will give us ANYTHING we want ... again and again, Ryan. In fact, you're going to be used like a piece of meat. Just a hot body and a handsome face to use and abuse. A cock to be milked. A set of balls to be emptied. You will beg for the pleasure of release. And you will THANK US when we have granted it to you."

Ryan tested the restraints with force -- without success -- and the room echoed with laughter. The pale-skinned irish fighter's body glistened with sweat from both the exertion and the heat of the room -- it had to be nearly 80 degrees.

"Sorry the room is so warm Ryan, but we had to get you to sweat... open up your pores... so that perfect body of yours could absorb the Viagra paste."

In the fuzziness of his memory, Ryan remembered two pairs of hands annointing his body with the powerful aphrodesiac -- smearing the mixture into the exposed knob of his uncut cock; brushing it in teasing feather-strokes with a sable brush onto his hairless balls; finger-fucking it into the virgin-chasm of his unused ass; pinching it into the tips of his super-sensitive nipples. He had no idea how long he'd been asleep, but Ryan knew that time and the heat of the room were having their desired effect. His nipples ached to be touched; his ass was on fire; the slightest breeze against his balls made them bounce in his sac; and his proud cock stood attention, rock hard. The leather strap had been untied, freeing the foreskin... yet it still clung halfway to the tip of his cockhead, exposing the moist red tip only partially.

"You seem a little HARD up, Ryan. It looks like you need some ... help..."

"I'm fine" the fighter said with a sneer.

"There was a snicker of approval from the crowd. "Oh yes, your audience agrees that you are quite fine. Nonetheless, your cock seems to need some attention."

Ryan's cock was indeed throbbing noticably, a pearly string of precum oozing from the slit. The more he tried to stop thinking about it, the more his cock pulsed with life. Ryan's face flushed with shame.

Ryan heard the wheels of a rolling cart on concrete, as something was pushed in front of him, waist high. He could not see who pushed the cart, or the cart itself very well, with the mirror-glass still in front of his face. The two-sided mirror allowed the crowd to see every reaction of Ryan's without allowing him to see his captors.

"Lube his cock" the voice commanded, and again two sets of hands were on Ryan -- one set provided extra restraint so Ryan couldn't struggle too much; the other grabbed Ryan's cock shaft in one hand, and massaged oily lubricant to it with the other.

"Get your faggot hands off my dick, you queer", Ryan snarled before a firm backhand slapped the sneer off his face. His cheek burned, but the pain was replaced by pleasure as the hand on his cock skillfully applied the lubricant. The firm grip on his shaft; the corkscrew motion; the thumb teasing his cum-slit on the upstroke -- all were too good to resist and ryan felt his hips involuntarily buck into the grip, fucking the hand as it oiled up his cock.

His abs stood out sharply each time he bucked forward to fuck the hand. Ryan heard the sounds of clicks as cameras zoomed in on his body, but he was beyond caring. The Viagra made his nerve endings super sensitive to stimulation. Once stimulated, he MUST have relief.

Suddenly the hand withdrew and Ryan went slack with frustration, much to the amusement of the crowd.

"Attach the milker to his cock"

"Attach the....what?" Ryan croaked, hoarsely.

"You Ryan, are nothing but a stud bull to us. A perfect specimen whose cock is designed to be used for pleasure and whose cum is perfect for breeding. You are going to be our fuck machine, Ryan. Every man in the room has paid for the chance to drink your load or to be inseminated by you ... and a few have paid for the privilege of breeding YOU. So, for the next few days, your universe will be one prolonged orgasm. You will cum again and again, on cue, for whoever is the highest bidder. You will fuck and be fucked. Do you understand?"

"Nooooooooooooooooo!"

Laughter echoed thru the room. The laughter of DOZENS of men.

"Tether him to the machine".

The cart rolled forward and a slick silicone tube, the consistency of a woman's pussy, slipped over Ryan Connolly's cock. He shuddered. He felt the tube tighten to the perfect width, allowing just enough friction and drag to drive him insane with pleasure.

"Flip the swich". A click...then an electric whir and the silicon tube began to ride up and down the length of Ryan's cock. It gripped the throbbing dick slightly and then released. The tube was rigged to release lubricant after every four or five strokes, keeping the captive cock slick and moist.

"Oh fuck," Ryan moaned, surrendering to the blissful feelings as the machine purred around his cock. There was applause from the crowd as they watched Ryan go up on his toes to FUCK his fat dick into the vibrating tube that rode up and down the length of his cock. Ryan had never had a more perfect fuck -- just the right amount of pressure...perfectly wet... but after a moment or two he realized something. The restraints would not allow him to fuck any harder or faster than the speed he was going and the machine would not increase the tempo on its own. At this rate and speed, his cock would remain rigid and hard for hours...no closer to orgasm than he was now.

He began to sweat. "P-p-please..." he muttered.

"Yes?" the voice answered with a hint of laughter.

"Please...the machine is keeping me right on the edge. I gotta cum. Please, let me cum."

"Lets see what we can do to help you."

Ryan heard a shuffling of bodies...three of them...as they entered the chamber with him. He could not move his head to see them, just hear them. The machine shifted so that the silicon tube enwrapped only his shaft, leaving his knob untouched. Suddenly, he felt a pair of lips around his dick...hot, wet, soft. "Oh yessss," Ryan whispered. The lips kissed the knob worshipfully... reverently... lathing the tip in hot wet tonguestrokes. Ryan let out a sharp exhilation of air. "Yeah, suck that cock bitch" he whispered. Without warning, he felt his balls...both of them...taken into the hot wet cavern of a second hungry mouth. He was being teabagged as his cock was force-stroked, and the knob was tenderly sucked. He was in heaven. Just when he thought it couldn't feel any better, he felt his pale ass cheeks spread from behind and a hot wet tongue dart into the pink pucker of his asshole.

Hanging from the wrist restraints for leverage, he bucked forward into the hungry mouth and backed onto the invading tongue...again, and again, and again...as his balls were sucked and worshipped from below. With a click, the silicon tube's grip tightened and the speed increased.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck yes...", Ryan moaned as this body rushed up the incline towards a roller-coaster of orgasm. just as his orgasm was about to hit, another click and the machine turned off. The lips were removed from his cock, his balls, his ass. "Nooooooooooooo"

"Fuck the machine Ryan...Fuck yourself. Make yourself cum for us." the voice chanted.

Using all of his strength, Ryan fucked into the silicon sleeve faster, faster...his cock a red-hot blur. An animal growl grew inside him and released as he sent an arc of cum SPLASHING into the air, and into a plexiglass beaker held just out of reach by a pair of unseen hands. Another thick splash of semen blasted against the walls of the beaker...and another...and another, until the container was full. The silicon sleeve was slipped off and replaced by a hot mouth that slid balls deep down Ryan's spent, but still hard cock. "Oh fuck yes," he shuddered, spasming one last blast into the mouth of his anonymous cocksucker.

"I'll bid $500" a voice said. "$750" "$1,000". Then silence. And the familiar voice said, "Sold to our third bidder. You get the honor of drinking our captive's very first milking load"

Ryan was in a dreamy haze, not really sure what he was hearing. Peripherally, in the darkness he could see the silhouette of a tall, muscular man taking the clear beaker...bringing it to his lips...and pouring the creamy cumload into his mouth.

"Mmmmm, still warm from the spigot," the deep voice said, to a chorus of laughter", "so creamy...so potent. I may have to bid on seconds."

Ryan drifted off to sleep, praying that his sleep would be dreamless.