The Complete Bound And Gay Trilogy

by Hank Wilder

  “Then perhaps we can help each other out.” I tell him.

  “Perhaps.” He leans back in his chair and takes a long sip from his drink.

  Mark sighs and looks at me for a long time, analyzing every inch of my toned body. I don’t know whether he expects me to speak or if he’s waiting for me to do something so I sit in silence too, wondering if it’s a challenge. Eventually, Mark leans forward and steeples his hands between his thighs. I’m impressed by the sharp suit he’s wearing and as he sidles closer to me I can see how handsome his features are. He appears younger than he actually is, as his eyes have an energy about them that’s quite intriguing.

  “The thing is, there are a lot of guys in your position who are also looking for opportunities.” Mark explains.

  “I know, singing is a hard field to break into.” I offer.

  Mark smirks knowingly. “I have to be sure that whoever I back will be able to handle the pressure and won’t let me down.”

  “I can promise you that.” I tell him, trying not to sound too urgent and failing.

  “Promises are easy to be offered. I need to know what you’ll be willing to do to pursue your career.” Mark says.

  “Anything,” I reply immediately. He seems impressed at the swiftness of my answer.

  “Well then, I may just be able to accommodate you. You definitely have something that I’m looking for. But you’ll have to come and meet a couple of associates of mine. Would you be willing to do that?”

  “Of course, when do we leave?” I ask.

  Mark rises up immediately and takes my hand, leading me out of the booth. The stocky bodyguard accompanies us downstairs and out of the club to a black car that’s waiting patiently nearby. The guard hops in the front while Mark and I slide into the back seat.

  In the close proximity of this car we continue talking and his errant hand that rests on my thigh doesn’t go unnoticed. We speed down the strip and out of our black windows we watch the pedestrians milling about.

  “They’re all just mortals,” Mark says, “I’m here to be better than that, bigger than that. I said to myself once that I never want to be lost in a crowd again. Magic can happen in Vegas but you have to be strong, otherwise it’ll eat you up and spit you out.”

  The car drops us off in front of a pristine, five star hotel where we walk through the lobby to a waiting elevator. Once in, Mark pulls out a key and a secret panel slides open on the elevator interface, revealing another set of numbers. He presses one of the buttons and steps back confidently. As the lift rises we stand in silence, letting the erotic tension fill the small, mirrored lift. My heart thumps in anticipation of what awaits in the hotel room above us.

  The hallway is silent other than the sound of our feet as they press into the plush carpet. The stocky man pulls out a keycard to open a door and then, just as he did in the club, he waits outside.

  I follow Mark into the large suite where two other men are waiting for us. They both appear to be the same age as Mark, and of similar social standing based on the way that they are dressed. Both of them rise when we enter and introduce themselves as Peter and Ray. I take a seat on a couch opposite the three of them and wait for them to begin.

  “So do you think this young man has what it takes?” Ray asks skeptically.

  “I do indeed.” Mark replies. “I’m ready to give him my full backing,”

  “Interesting, well, I’m certainly ready to hear more,” Peter remarks.

  “May I ask what your offer actually entails? What are you willing to do with me?” I finally cut in.

  The men glance at each other and repress amused smiles.

  “Leo, do you realize who you’re talking to? We are literally three of the biggest high rollers in all of Vegas, with cash to blow. We can put you into any hotel or bar or lounge, we can plaster your face fifty feet tall on the side of this building if we wanted to. We can make you into a star.”

  “And what do I have to do to prove myself to you?” I ask, almost trembling now.

  “Go into the next room. When you see what’s in there you can either stay or go. There won’t be any hard feelings.” Mark tells me.

  I’m intrigued by their offer, and I look and look to them in turn but am unable to discern any hidden meanings. I slowly rise from the couch and make my way over to the adjoining room. Carefully, I wrap my hand around the golden metal handle and push it down, then press my weight against the door so that it opens inward. The lights are already on and my eyes go wide as I fully enter the room.

  There’s a huge black platform at the center of the room with thick leather straps attached to the sides. Everything else is completely barren, a chamber with a single, devilish purpose.

  I take the straps between my fingers and rub gently, testing their weight as I feel how thick and heavy they are. Not knowing exactly how much they have in store for me, this is a dangerous game, but there’s a throbbing in my stomach and I know that if I walk away now I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

  I take a deep breath, and then unbutton my shirt and take it off. My jeans and underwear come next, sliding them down my legs and then flinging them away.

  “I’m waiting,” I call out, then perch on the edge of the platform with my cock in my hand.

  Mark is the first to arrive and smiles when he sees me. Behind him, the other two men arrive in stunned silence, taking in the muscular frame of my young, toned body.

  “This is going to be fun,” Mark says as he takes me hand and kisses me lightly on the lips. He’s my favorite of the three but they are all powerful men, and the fact that they desire me for desperately turns me on immensely.

  Mark tenderly lays me down on the platform and spreads my arms. He never stops looking in my eyes even as his hands work their way down my body and teasingly move past my cock to squeeze my inner thigh. I gasp as he touches me and tremble in anticipation. Ray and Peter take the straps and fasten my arms and legs to the platform, stretching them out until I moan slightly as I cross the border between pleasure and pain. Meanwhile, Mark brings over blindfold and ties it around my head, suddenly plunging me into darkness.

  I feel movement all around me but nothing has touched my body yet. I strain against the straps to test their strength and find that I am helpless until they release me, aching with anticipation. My swollen dick twitches longingly as I strain and struggle, every sense heightened and ready to be tested.

  I hear zippers coming undone and clothes falling to the floor, then I feel the platform move as the men climb onto it next to me. Suddenly, their hands and fingers are all over my body. I have no idea who is who as they explore every inch of me.

  Someone touches my hard chest as another’s hand strokes my thigh and gets tantalizingly close to my throbbing cock. Just as I’m about to gasp, I’m muffled by a pair of lips and a dancing tongue that reaches deep down into my throat.

  We kiss long and hard and then fingers slide around my hard dick and begin to stroke me. I can feel the heat of burning cocks next to my skin. Everywhere around me I can sense them, hovering over my body.

  Other hands join the ones already wrapped around my member and all of them are pumping swiftly, making me writhe and tremble with incredible pleasure.

  Suddenly, I feel someone straddle my chest and a hand grabs my hair roughly.

  “Open wide.” One of them commands.

  I do as I’m told and a thick, hard cock slides between my lips, pumping in and out of me with deep powerful thrusts. I do my best to take him entirely but his length is more than I can handle, causing me to choke and sputter. He pulls out for a moment as I gasp for air, tears running down my cheeks beneath the blindfold.

  “Do you want to be a star?” A voice asks.

  I nod submissively. “Yes.” I groan. “I’ll do anything, master.”

  “Then take my fucking cock.”

  “I will.” I plead. “Just give me another chance.”

  I open my mouth wide and he slips in again, but this time
I’m more prepared for his substantial girth. His cock plunges deep into my throat, hitting my gag reflex and causing me to retch once again, but with a display of incredible will power I manage to relax enough and let him slip past in a beautiful deep throat. His dick finally reaches the hilt, completely inside of me as his balls rest against my chin. The huge cock rests here a moment before pulling out and then driving back down once again.

  Meanwhile, the fingers that stroke me from below have turned into lips, bobbing up and down on my rod with rapt excitement. The pleasure is simply too intense not to vocalize, but my loud moans are stifled by the thick weapon of lust that fills my mouth with powerfully thrusts.

  My body starts to spasm and seize from all of the pleasure, buckling forward but held fast as I pull against the restraints. A can feel every muscle of my body twitching and straining for a blissful release that teases me relentlessly, so close yet so far away.

  “Fuck me!” I beg when I finally get a chance, the massive dick removed from my mouth only momentarily. “Please shove your cock into my tight gay asshole!”

  Moments later, I can feel someone maneuvering into position on the platform in front of me. He aligns his cock with the rim of my tightness and then pushes forward, stretching my ass open with his mammoth shaft.

  I left out a soft moan that lasts until a new cock is plunged down my throat, this time from above so that his balls rest against my forehead and blindfolded eyes. The two men pump in and out of me from either end, pounding my body like nothing more than a sex object between them. I’m loving every second of it.

  This pair slams be for a while before trading positions and letting the third man have a go. At this point I have no idea who is where, just that all of them are handling me with the same brutal abandon and expert movement within my holes.

  Eventually, the whole group pulls out and begins discussing something.

  “Which one is going underneath?” A voice asks.

  “I brought him here, I get to double fuck him.” Someone replies. Mark, I’m assuming.

  “That’s fair,” The voice offers. “But eventually we all get a turn. We’re gonna hold onto this one for a while.”

  I can feel the platform creek and shift slightly as the weight upon is redistributed. Someone’s skin is abruptly pressed up against the side of me.

  “Lift up.” Mark says into my ear.

  I to my best to push my hips off of the platform, but proves somewhat difficult with my ankles and wrists still lashed to their posts. Eventually we manage to get Mark completely underneath me, flat on his back while I’m strapped to his chest. My bondage is stretched even tighter now.

  “Your asshole is mine.” He whispers into my ear.

  Below me, I can feel his hard shaft pressed tightly against the rim of my backdoor. Mark thrusts up against me and moments later the seal is broken, my asshole slowly stretching open to accommodate Mark’s huge dick. He lets out a deep groan as he enters me, his cock slipping deeper and deeper until he’s entirely inside.

  “Oh fuck.” Is all that I can manage to say, the words falling out of my lips in a moment of aching desperation.

  As Mark begins to slowly pump in and out of me, someone else climbs onto the platform in front. Helpless to stop them, I suddenly feel his shaft finding it’s way against the rim of my already taken asshole and within seconds I find myself being double penetrated between them.

  I cry out as the slam in and out of my hole, the restraints on my wrist digging deeper with every thrust. It’s an incredible sensation to have them pushing and pulling into my body in unison, two pistons that drill me unforgivingly with all of their masculine power.

  “Do you like those two cocks?” Someone demands to know.

  “Yes.” I moan.

  “I said, do you like those two fucking cocks!?” Comes the voice, even louder.

  “Yes, sir!” I scream.

  The slam harder and harder into me until suddenly the man in front of me pushes forward and holds, yelling out a string of expletives as his jizz erupts inside of me. I can feel his cock twitching inside of me as he unloads pump after pump of hot cum, filling me up entirely with spunk.

  From below me, Mark starts to quake as well, trembling with every thrust until finally he explodes with a torrent of warm cum that shoots up my asshole in a series of powerful bursts. He grips my sides tightly, holding me has he expels his seed within my tightness.

  All of this thrusting has finally put me over the edge as well, and suddenly I find myself unable to stop as my body careens into a fit of blissful orgasm. I’m screaming, my stomach clenched tight as the powerful waves of joy rip through me. Cum bursts from the head of my cock. Unable to move, I find myself completely at the mercy of these erotic sensations until finally, after what seems like forever, they pass.

  I collapse back down against Mark, who slips out of me and lets the cum spill from my holes, running down the crack of my ass in a milky white mess and mixing together in a pearly swirl of jizz.

  “Damn,” I say with a laugh. “You boys really did a number on me.”

  As I say this a splatter of cum shoots across my lips and down my throat, causing me to cough and gag.

  Peter removes the blindfold and I look up at him, the spunk still dripping from he end of his massive cock.

  “Welcome to your new life.” Peter says.

  BOUND AND GAY

  The Medieval Rebels

  3

  I gaze out at the world from my tower as the sun shines down in all it’s splendor, swept up in awe at just how big the kingdom really is. All the people below are my subjects yet, at the moment, I feel as powerless as they do.

  I am the official Hand to the King, Luke. Appointed by his highness to be a quietly kept, very gay playmate, I thought my position would be nothing but fun times and wild, passionate sex. Yet the title has only brought about pain and misfortune. I may be royalty, but I spend all my days in this tower, this prison, as I stare in envy at the birds that dot the sky. All those who live down there and look up at me, wishing they were a royal themselves, have no idea of the reality of being betrothed to King Charles. I’m sure any number of gay men would give everything they had to swap places with yours truly, but I would not allow them to do so because I would not wish my fate on anyone.

  To think that I had such high hopes when I was first appointed by Charles. I thought I was being honored, so thankful that my life would be changing forever. I look back in bitterness at the naive boy I once was.

  The ceremony was the happiest day of my life. It was a lavish celebration and people came from all across the known world to pay tribute to my selection as the King’s Hand. Charles was a dashing figure, he looked every inch the man of my dreams and I longed for nothing else than to share my body with him and give him pleasure. I remember that the ceremony seemed to have a good omen as white doves flew overhead and the sun blazed down in its golden glory. We danced and feasted and he promised to take care of me for as long as I served him. I should have seen the signs then, the hints that he saw me as a prize to be admired but kept close and locked away. I’m just another one of his trinkets, like the prizes he’s won from wars fought or the gifts brought by explorers who’ve traveled to the farthest, most exotic realms of the globe.

  When I became Hand to the King, I thought I’d be traveling to see those places too, and spread the good name of our kingdom far and wide. I thought I would be able to meet with our subjects, help them with their problems and make them feel like they were a part of a kingdom that cared about the needs of its people.

  Instead, I discovered that he is a cruel, mean man who wants nothing more than to start foolhardy wars and drink himself until his stomach is bloated and his beard is wet with foamy suds. Never did I think that love could turn to contempt so quickly, but my passion for him wilted away soon after he put me in this tower.

  Sure, it’s a tower filled with the finest fabrics and jewels that anyone could ever ask, for but it is still a priso
n. Sadly the king’s will is indomitable and any time I’ve even hinted at leaving he has swiftly struck me and made it clear that he will not allow me to do any such thing.

  So I spend my days gazing longingly out of this window, wondering about all the interesting lives that are passing below me. Do they think that the King’s Hand is some icy man who cares nothing about them? I hate to think that this is the case but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.

  On occasion, I’ve managed to venture out in the guise of a peasant yet it has always troubled me when I overheard anyone talking about me. They all speak reverently of Charles and treat him as some kind of mythic hero, which is the image that he has cultivated over the years, yet whenever I’m mentioned it is always with caution. Some believe that there’s no place for homosexuality in the kingdom.

  I am so, so tired of living in this manner, locked away behind the castle walls. I have wished every night for things to change, staring up at the stars from within my tower and dreaming of another life that could have been. My handmaiden tries to encourage me and offers reassuring words but nothing can soothe the aching in my soul.

  I still make occasional appearances at the royal functions, but I’m forced to play the role of gay companion when all I really want to do is scream and bellow my lungs out, telling everyone of my plight.

  I know full well that if I did, Charles would claim I was suffering from insanity and I would likely be dragged away like some treasonous scum. I will not suffer that indignity, so I carry on as best I can in the hope that one day I will have an opportunity to be free again.

  As I look out of the window I hear trumpets blare and I see a crest of black come over the hill. My King and his trusted warriors are returning from what I’m sure was another brutal and bloody battle. He will be in an amorous mood tonight, either to celebrate his victory or to distract himself from his defeat.

  The thunderous sound of horses galloping makes its way up to my lofty tower as they approach the stronghold, and I am filled with an overwhelming sense of dread and despair. Part of me wishes that he had died today. At least then I would be free of my obligation to him, and I could finally escape this wretched life.