Gay Erotic Stories

When I got back to the apartment Wednesday night, it was quiet. I was hoping it would be, but I wasn’t really expecting it. There was a note on the counter saying they decided to give me a day to myself to get used to the new arrangement. I was really glad, because there were a lot of thoughts running around in my head. I didn’t really know how I felt about all of this, but I did know that it felt good. I also knew that I wanted more. I wanted to feel the tight ropes holding me tighter than any lover could. The caress of the leather cuffs holding me right where they want me. All of that, and me with no choice, yet the whole thing could be ground to a halt with one word from me. But I haven’t needed that valuable word yet. We had a discussion about it when everyone came over the night before despite it being only Adam & Will’s night. We were all still getting situated in the new role, and everyone was enthusiastic, but I had to voice my concerns. I didn’t want any visible marks from the ropes or cuffs or anything. I would still have to go to work the next day, and in my position, any questionable marks could lead to some … interesting questions at the meetings. Upper level management was made almost entirely of men and they were all out to reinforce the idea that management is a men’s club, and not for women. So that was one rule I had to make. The guys had their own rules, though. They didn’t want me being anything but the good little pet the minute I walked in the door. It was disrobe and kneel. I was fine with that. This was not a problem. They wanted me to cook. I had to laugh, and before another suggestion could be made, Will volunteered. They also wanted me to clean. Again, I had to draw the line. I’m a firm believer of the “you mess up, you clean up” idea. Sure, we could switch off laundry if they were going to stay there, and we would switch off dishes, but under no circumstances was I going to be a maid. I did tell them that if they got me a cute little French Maid outfit I would wear it, though. “Funny you should mention that, doll,” John said, chuckling. “Oh geez,” I said, “I wasn’t planning on right now, but alright.” I couldn’t help but laugh. These guys were getting to be experts at setting me up! I noticed right off that while the little maids’ outfits are usually risqué enough as it is, this one was even more so, but in wonderful ways. First of all, there was hardly anything to it. And it included a neat little tray and elbow cuffs. Then there was the fact of what held the tray up. John was kind enough to fit the cute little apron around my waist. He chuckled when he saw me looking down, a little perplexed. The tray was also attached to the waist tie. The apron really was skimpy, and covered nothing. But that was all good for them. The tray, however, fell down to cover everything up, and I didn’t quite understand. When John lifted the little straps coming from the top corners of the tray, and it lifted up flat, then I understood. He let the straps go, though, to attend to other matters. First, he attached the elbow cuffs. That pulled my shoulders back and forced my chest out nicely. I’m already pretty well equipped up top, so this was a very very good thing for the guys. I could practically see them drooling. Next came the gentle pressure at the ‘back door’ and the inevitable full feeling as the anal plug slipped in and settled, though somehow it seemed different, larger than I was used to, perhaps shaped differently. I didn’t have much time to think about it, because next, I felt soft rope being wound around my wrists to make sure they were firmly settled exactly in place. Then I felt a cinching loop wind around the crossed rope. What I wasn’t expecting however was to feel the plug being moved and my wrists being moved, at the same time, indicating some sort of connection. It was then I realized that John had just tied my wrists to whatever was lodged in my ass. I kept thinking Anne Rice, phallus with a ring, just like at the Sultan’s palace. I closed my eyes and sighed a soft moan. I loved that scene. My mind was drawn back to the present though, when I felt the sharp bite of the tight little clips on the end of the straps from the tray as he attached them to my nipples. John led me to the hall mirror so I could see, and I was quite pleased. The anchoring of my wrists to the phallus in back kept me standing up straight so that I wouldn’t have the urge to lean forward and ease the tension on my nipples. It was such a turn on; my knees started to weaken as I stood there, just examining myself and every aspect of my restraint. “Well. We’re not quite done, dear,” John said, patting my nipples, eliciting a long moan from me. “See?” he said to Eric. “We’re going to have to do something about that. She won’t keep quiet.” “I think I have just the thing,” John offered, toying with his zipper. Seeing the wide-eyed look of terror on my face (only half of it was real terror, if that much) Adam was quick to point out that maybe I wasn’t ready for that quite yet. Up until this point, despite it being their night, Adam and Will had just been standing back, watching. Since I gave them no signs that this wasn’t something I wanted, they didn’t say anything. John chuckled and said he knew, he was only kidding anyway, but he did have something for me. He showed his other hand, which he had been hiding behind his back, and produced a penis-shaped gag. Smiling, he slid it between my lips, and buckled it tightly around my head. They all admired how it kept me quiet and how hot they got just looking at me like that. My arms were bound behind me at the elbows, arching my back and thrusting my breasts forward, only to be tightly clamped by clips attached to the straps holding up the little tray. My wrists were tied to what I could only assume was a very large phallus, which was anchored firmly in my ass, and the gag stretched my mouth wide. Hell, I was getting hot all over again looking in the mirror! I could only imagine how hot they were. I wondered what they whole reason for the little maid’s costume for this particular day was, and I was watching them, unable to speak, for some sort of clue. Just then, the doorbell rang. “They’re early,” Eric said. Instantly, I was frightened. “I think it’s time for the blindfold,” John said. With that, a blindfold was fitted firmly over my eyes, and my world was plunged into darkness. I was soon to discover that this was not the only thing that was going to be done this evening. Up to this point we’d been in my bedroom, but after the blindfold was put on, I was being led into the kitchen. Soon, I felt the weight on my nipples increasing as I heard voices out in the living room. I whimpered desperately, terrified that I would be led out there. But I felt a hand between my legs, and I knew what he would find. I was a puddle. The idea of being paraded in front of guests was such a turn on I was almost literally dripping. The weight finally stopped its steady increase. The next sensation was that of something moving my collar around. I felt a gentle tug at the neck, and I knew a leash was urging me forward. “Careful, love, you don’t want to spill the drinks,” Eric said as he lead the way out into the living room. I knew I was shaking and I wondered if he saw too. I was terrified. As arousing as this was, I was terrified, and I thought sure I was shaking enough to spill the drinks. But the tug on the collar continued and I sucked it up and moved forward. What choice did I have? Soon enough, the weight decreased on my nipples as people took drinks from the tray. They didn’t stop with just taking a drink, though. With every person served, I was caressed or fondled. Many seemed fascinated with my nipples, but not until they discovered what was holding my wrists in place so nicely. There were tugs and pats and twisting and twirling of the phallus. I could barely stand still. It was heaven and hell combined. I didn’t know who these people were. There seemed to be a silent order not to speak so that I wouldn’t know who, or even how many people were there. This was very unnerving, but so stimulating at the same time I didn’t even think about it. I was jolted from my reverie when I heard the sliding glass doors open and I was tugged in that direction. Dear God! I was going outside! Despite the rush I felt submitting and what I knew would be a flood of juices and adrenaline, I pulled as hard as I could on the leash. I couldn’t go outside. There was no way. I must have taken the leader by surprise because I felt the chain fall to the floor. But I couldn’t go anywhere. This was my house, but I was so disoriented I didn’t know where to turn without hurting myself. I ran anyway. I didn’t get far before I tripped over the living room coffee table and nearly killed myself. Before I could be thankful that the cups were plastic and Styrofoam rather than glass, I was being jerked up to my feet again and bent backwards slightly so that the pressure on my nipples was even greater. “I wouldn’t suggest running again, little girl,” someone whispered in my hear, full of menace. I was too stunned to say anything, thoroughly frightened by a strange voice taking the liberty of threatening me. I just froze, the tears spilling down my cheeks. “That’s enough,” I heard John say protectively, and I thought I was saved. That is, until he pulled the collar from the front, obviously pulling me close to him. “The tears stop now,” he growled. I couldn’t help it, that just made me cry harder. Then there was nothing. Silence. I couldn’t even hear anyone breathe. The next thing I felt, I was being led gently with a hand against my shoulder, leading me back into my bedroom. The blindfold was taken off, and before Will could say anything, I turned my head because I didn’t want him to see me crying. Someone must have come to the door, because he shot an absolutely deadly look over my shoulder and the door closed. He gently released the nipple clips to the tray and untied the rest of my restraints, sliding out the phallus and gag gently. Then he took me into his arms and we just stood there for while until I finished crying. He simply held me and stroked my hair. After I had calmed down enough, he sat down on the bed and pulled me into his lap and rested my head against his chest. “How are you doing, love?” I sighed. “I guess I’ll live. I didn’t like that at all. I was so scared, Will.” “I know honey,” he said as he stroked my hair again. “It won’t happen again. John and Eric got out of line,” he growled dangerously. “I don’t really like them around here,” I said quietly. Immediately he sat up a little straighter. “Do you mean that?” he said, a spark of hope in his voice. I just nodded. “We’ll take care of that right now. What about Adam?” he asked with only slightly less of a spark. “I like Adam. I can tell both of you actually care, and aren’t just in this for the cheap thrills,” I said. “Yeah. Honestly, Kat, I can’t speak for Adam, but you know I’ve always cared about you. This is something we are more than happy to help you explore because both Adam and I have experience, and that’s what you need. Someone you know and trust to guide you in this. It’s scary, I know, but we’re here for you,” he said with a smile and a hug. “Now I’m going to attend to John and Eric. Why don’t you go take a nap and try to calm down some?” he said, pointing to the cage that was still set up in my bedroom. I smiled and nodded, slipping down to the floor and crawling into the cage and settled into the cushions and pillows. I’m not sure what Will said to John and Eric but they weren’t there when I woke up later. All of the guests had left and evidently Will and Adam had cleaned up. It was just Will and Adam sitting in the kitchen quietly discussing various subjects. Their discussion halted when I padded in, but I didn’t ask. They were probably discussing John and Eric, and as long as they didn’t come back, I didn’t care. I stopped a few feet from both of them and sat back on my heels, head down waiting for one of them to indicate I should come further. Will was the first one to gesture for me to come closer and when I did, he tugged on my collar and pulled me into his lap. For this, I was grateful. I always felt so much safer in his arms. Adam and I never had quite the tenderness Will and I had. We were still close, just not in that way. “How’re you feeling?” he asked, looking into my eyes with concern. “I’ll live,” I said with a smile, resting my head against his chest. “I think I’ll get going. I have a few things to take care of,” Adam said, looking at Will. “Did you want me to come back tomorrow or would you rather be alone with her?” Will looked down at me before he answered, brushing the hair back from my face. “I think it would be best if we both gave her some time tomorrow. Is that okay, Kat?” he asked, tilting my chin up to look at him. “I would like that,” I said, offering a weak smile. Will kissed the top of my head and told me to go back to sleep, gently placing me back down on the floor and watching me pad back to my room. “You think she’ll be okay?” I heard Adam ask. “Yeah, she’s strong, we just need to give her some time.” They may have talked longer, or just left, but when I woke up this morning they weren’t there, so I just went about the day as usual, going to work and coming back home. Checking my messages, I found one from Adam, calling me his princess and reminding me that Will had left a salad in the refrigerator for me. These guys were being wonderful. I was feeling a lot better today, now that I knew I was safe, so I decided to call Will and see if he wanted to come over for a while. When I called Will’s number, I got the machine, but it was a different message, this time only listing him and not Ashley. Very odd, I thought. I left a message for him to call me when he got a chance and went to eat my salad. Nearing the end of my meal, there was a quiet knock on the door and Will stepped in, not looking so good. He stood in the doorway, not moving, looking like Hell on wheels. After a few minutes, he said quietly, “Ashley left.” “Oh honey!” I said, hopping off the barstool and rushing to give him a hug. I wasn’t sure how to handle this because I liked Ashley, but I had always hoped I could have Will to myself again someday. I just didn’t want it to be like this. I didn’t want him to hurt. I led him over to the couch and he sat down, while I sat on the arm beside him, stroking his hair, much as he did mine the previous night. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked. He took a deep breath and said that he and Ashley had a talk when he got back from my house last night, and Ashley wasn’t very happy when he told her that he realized that he was still very protective of me. “She’s always been the jealous type, but she’s always liked you. You two have gotten along so well, and I thought she was fine with me coming over here, even though I’ve told her time and again that there would be no sex between us. She knows we’ve always been close and that this is something you needed a good, experienced friend to help you with. She wanted me to just stop and let Adam have you now that John and Eric are gone. When I told her I couldn’t just stop like that, she got very angry and stormed out. When I got back from work today, she had packed up everything and gone, leaving me a note that when I could leave you clean and free, to look her up.” I held him close again, and I felt horrible. It wasn’t my idea to start this whole thing, but I had made my fantasies known and they were only trying to help. “I’ll never be able to do that, Kat,” he said quietly, wiping his eyes and looking up at me. We stared at each other a long moment. I’d waited years to hear those words. I’d always wanted him to call me some night and tell me that he’d tried, but he’d never found anyone to replace me. I wasn’t sure what to do. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” he said, even more quietly. “No, you should have. I’ve been waiting years for those words. I have always compared everyone else to you. No one has been able to measure up. But I’m scared that this is just rebounding talking. I don’t want that. I’ve always wanted you.” “I’ve always loved you. Ever since that first night. In the IMs, it’s always been you,” he said, brushing his hand across my cheek. “Oh Will, I’ve never loved anyone else…” I trailed off as my own tears gave me away. “This time I won’t let you get away,” he said, smiling. “This time I won’t run,” I said, wrapping my arms around him again, happy, for the first time in my life.