Oak's Experiments

After returning from defeat at the Indigo League, Ash was called up to Professor Oak’s lab by Oak himself. When he got there, he found Gary also waiting, neither knowing what was up. Oak hurried them into a room where he left them, and as Ash and Gary argued about who was the better trainer the room filled with a strange sort of smoke.

When the smoke cleared from the room, the lights came on and before them, on a table was two red dildos. A need to use the toys came over both boys and before they knew it they were stripped of their clothes and fucking themselves with the adult toys, toys which were designed to remove any free will that was left in the teenagers that the smoke hadn’t already zapped out.

The two teens have been fucking themselves straight with those toys for two days now, Professor Oak coming in every so often to check their vitals and feed them through IV’s so the two don’t have to stop their marathon activity. Oak says that in another twenty-four hours they will be able to stop and then become complete Lab Whores for the rest of their lives. Their life tasks will be simple, service the cocks of Oak, Oak’s assistants and friends, and of course the cock’s of all the horny Pokémon here.

Fleeing

It was just Tim’s luck to get stopped by airport security. He’d been trying to flee, escape from his master. He didn’t want to be a slave, never had wanted to be one, but this past year he had had no choice in the matter. His master had been a friend, a good friend, but then he had changed overnight.

Chet, the security guard who had given him a pat down, had pulled him into the back room to do a strip-search. Of course, Tim hadn’t wanted to do it, but he needed to get out of here, so he followed the instructions. It was embarrassing to pull down his boxers and expose his hairless groin and the cage his cock was still in. His master had told him he was never to take it off himself, and every word his master spoke Tim would magically have to obey. He’d only gotten lucky that he’d found a loophole in his master’s instructions.  He hoped when he got out of the state all the compulsion would wear off.

The security guard couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the device around the other guy’s junk. But then he heard a weird voice in his earpiece, the voice of a man he had never heard before. It told him to fuck this guy over the table, and while Chet was straight, he somehow couldn’t disobey this voice.

Moments later Chet was balls deep in Tim’s ass, but Tim didn’t fight it. He shamefully had grown to enjoy the feel of a full ass over the last year, and besides the quicker that Chet finished the quicker Tim could get on that plane and get out of here.

Tim lost all hope when he saw the door open and his former-friend/master come into the room with a smirk.

“You’ve been a very bad slave Tim, trying to leave like that. Don’t worry, I’ve come to take you home. And to make sure this doesn’t happen again, I’ve decided to have Chet become your fellow slave to keep you company whenever I’m away. Now Chet, come here and suck your new master’s cock.”

Chet was confused as he removed his cock from Tim’s ass. He didn’t want to suck on any cock, and yet he found himself on his knees sucking the dick of the man who he now could only think to call master. Once Chet’s belly was full of his master’s seed, the two slaves would be dressed and returned home with their master.

 

Souls

Liam had always known growing up that he didn’t have a conscious like most of the other guys. He would pretend to do the right thing, but he honestly didn’t care about morality, wicked things tended to be the things he gravitated toSwards.

With his damning good looks and supernatural charm, he could get away with pretty much anything. Being gay, he loved fucking guys. He loved exploring kinks and manipulating weak-willed dudes.

It was on his twentieth birthday that Liam’s life changed forever. It was that day that he was visited by Satan incarnated. To Liam’s surprise, he learned that Satan signed a contract with his athletic father Charles when Liam was only two, a contract that sold Satan the boy’s soul in exchange for another few years playing in the MLB. Over the years Satan had been grooming the young man from the shadows to prepare him for this day. Liam felt anger about being manipulated at first, but once hearing what it was that Satan wanted from him, and then learning the special gifts from hell bestowed on him, he couldn’t help but feel glee.

He returned to his father’s home the next day and tested out the new powers given to him by Satan. All Liam had to do was whip out his cock and make sure his dad saw it, then he had control over the man’s mind for four hours, which he used every minute of to fuck his dad’s ass to kingdom cum. When the fuckfest was finally over, Liam informed his dad that as a punishment, he had enslaved his father.

Over the next few days Liam tested out the newfound powers he had in his cock. Not only could he control men’s minds with his cock, but with just a taste of his cum, a man became a full-fledged cum-addict. The same went for his piss and shit. And then to make things even better, if he left a bitemark on their neck like a vampire while his cock was up their asses, they would be slaves for the rest of their mortal lives.

Liam had a blast with his powerful new cock which didn’t need any time at all to recharge between fucks. And more importantly he was helping Satan out, whenever he came with his cock up a guy’s ass, then his cock would brand the man’s soul with Satan’s signature, a brand that could not be reversed no matter how much the man may later repent.

Since Liam isn’t immortal, one day he will die. But in death he will be even more fulfilled, for Satan will give him demon status and allow him to torture the souls in hell, which in truth, for Liam will be far more of a heaven than the real heaven.

 

Sons and Collars

Brooklyn had been going through his dad’s things when he had come across a weird looking collar. Being into BDSM himself, he decided to try it on, not knowing the collar was special. There was an immediate shift in him, as he realized his real purpose in life was to be a bitch. He needed his ass bred and he needed a load of cum in it fast. The only guy in the house at the moment there though was his dad. Luckily his father knew just what to do when he saw the collar on his son. He had him undress and get down on all fours while he fucked a good wad into the tight, hungry, virgin hole.

Since it was only David and Brooklyn at home for the weekend, David decided to keep it on his son. He had experience with it in the past, and knew that as long as it stayed on, Brooklyn would think of himself as a bitch in heat. The only problem is, if David leaves it on him too long, then the mindset could become permanent, leaving the young man with an always hungry hole.

 

Bad Lifeguard

This sorry excuse for a human being was a disgrace to all lifeguards. Sure, he looked the part, but he was horrible at his job. He was far more interested in patrolling the chicks and flirting with them than he was paying attention to the families on the beach. A boy almost drowned yesterday on the beach, if it hadn’t been for a good samaritan who had been paying better attention than the lifeguard the boy would be dead. That’s just unacceptable in my book. But I fixed the problem. With just a bit of magic, Skylar is now mentally nothing more than a dog. He’s still somewhat self-aware, I did want to punish him after all, but I don’t really know what the old him thinks of his new life (nor do I honestly care). And I know what your thinking, that ass of his is too hot to go to waste, which I agree, which is why he’s a bitch kind of dog and not the stud variety. 

New Cumdump

Jared here has become the newest cum-whore. Not that he wants to think, dream, and obsess over men’s cum, it’s what he's been cursed to be. There is no such thing to him as too much cum, it’s all he eats now, it’s the only thing his body will digest. He’s learned his lesson about lying about using protection.

Unemployement

To bring its unemployment numbers down, the USA put in place new legislation that enslaved any man over the age of 18 who was without work for a total of a year, without an exemption. For Tyler here, it wasn’t that he wanted to be out of work, it was just that after being fired from his law firm, he was blackballed and couldn’t find a job anywhere, not even fucking McDonald's would hire him, they wanted someone younger.

The new legislation (the ‘Jobless for Dick Act’) was of course unknown to the general public, as so much government dealings are. So when the special task force of the F.B.I. showed up to arrest Tyler, it had came as a complete surprise to himself and his wife. They took him to the local jailhouse where they implanted a chip into the back of his neck before throwing him in a van and tranquilizing him.

Tyler awoke here at his new place of occupation and employment. His new job is simple, all he has to do is pleasure any cock that is place through that hole orally. The chip insured at first that he did just that, forcing his body to do the job even when he didn’t want to, but as the months went on he found that sucking on cocks was as common of a thing now for him as breathing. 

He will remain in this job for the rest of his life, as every man in the same position before him will. The only way out for him is if he can find employment else where, but how are you suppose to find a job when you’re stuck in a box 24 hours a day pleasuring cocks.

 

The Problem With Smoking

Smoking can be very harmful to you in ways most would never imagine. But so can having the personality of an asshole, white supremacist. While most would never have this happen, Kenny here just happened to get a pack of special cigarettes. They’d been left on his desk at work by somebody while Kenny wasn’t there, and of course, Kenny wouldn’t turn down a free pack.

So that night he took his first cigarette from the pack and found them so good, so calming and so addicting, he’d smoked the entire pack in a half hour. He fell immediately asleep on his couch.

The next day he awoke a changed man. He felt happy, and in someways, possessed. He found himself skipping work and going to a dirty tattoo parlor where he got a pig tattooed on his chest, a tramp stamp that said ‘Dirty Slut’ and got his nipples and ears pierced. When he went to pay the man, the guy gave him some rings for his nipples and said an anonymous friend paid for it already.

Feeling lucky, Kenny left the parlor, forgetting to put his clothes back on. He walked through the streets of New York knowing he was looking for someone but not sure who.

He bought himself a new pack of cigs and found himself soon arrested by the police for indecent exposure. A full day in jail passed, with Kenny still in a haze until someone came and bailed him out. When he saw who had paid to get him out, he knew the guy right away. It was Anthony, his next door neighbor. Anthony, a nigger and fag. Anthony, who also happened to be a co-worker. Anthony, who’s real name had to be master, for now that’s all Kenny could think to call him.

He went home with Anthony, where he found himself another sex slave. Happy to do any humiliating thing to please Master. He regularly found himself sucking his master or his master's friend's dicks, or getting fucked in the ass, and eating and drinking as much human waste as master and friends had to offer. He also found he was not the only slave, Anthony had millions of packs of special cigarettes which he used to turn masculine, bully's into dick slaves. Kenny would be there for only a month before Master Anthony sold him to another guy to keep. Kenny was Anthony’s 250th sale.

 

The Accident

Jason screams as the man violates his ass with a large, hard dick. Jason doesn’t want this, he is a proud heterosexual man, but there is nothing he can do to stop this rape from occurring. He can’t fight back, he wants to, he really does, but his body isn’t listening to him the way it should be.

Jason’s still not sure how exactly he ended up in this horrid position. He’d been driving a little too fast and clobbered this guy’s car. And even though there was no visible damage, this guy here was livid, yelling that Jason would pay for such reckless driving. That’s when Jason lost control, he stripped himself naked, walked out here into the woods and positioned himself over this barrel. It didn’t make any sense though, he hadn’t wanted to do that, he even tried to stop himself from doing that, he just couldn’t.

Now here he is, being fucked raw up his ass by the man he hit. No matter how much he begs, screams, or cries, the man continues on. The anal rape finally reaches a conclusion when Jason’s ass is pumped full of this stranger’s seed.

“Great ass bud,” the man says, slapping Jason’s left cheek, “just so you know, you’ll be stuck like this until another 20 men come and empty their seed inside your ass.”

Jason tries to thrash, tries to move, and while he can squirm, he finds the man is right, no matter how hard he tries, his body is stuck in this position. The man laughs as he walks away.

 

The Wrong Kind of Bear

Chase was still learning how to use his special gift of hypnostism/mind control. He’d been successful in the past, he’d already used it to convince his painfully-heterosexual brother into believing he was a gay twink with an always hungry bottom. But when Chase had tried to use the same powers on his father, well the results weren’t what Chase had expected. He’d told his father he was now a gay bear. His dad took it literally, he thinks he’s a big, grizzly bear who needs to hump bears. Now Chase is trying to figure out how to fix it, because it seems his powers aren’t allowing him a redo.

 

Aladdin's Wish

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Newberry, Mississippi

Tyrell’s big brother had gone missing years ago, and it had always nagged at him. The cops had done nothing about it, they said there was no proof that he hadn’t wanted to go missing. So, the summer after finishing college, Tyrell decided to go on a road trip just himself, like his brother did, and follow the same route, he was hopeful he would find out once and for all just what happened to his beloved brother.

Halfway through the trip, Tyrell came across a backroad southern town in Mississippi that had a spooky vibe. It was late at night and he knew if he didn’t get some sleep then he would end up wrecking his vehicle. And since google told him there wasn’t any lodging for a good forty miles, he decided to park off to the side of the deserted road and get some shut eye. The next morning, he woke up to find a tattooed blonde dude looking in at him through his window. The white guy told him to get out and strip, and to Tyrell’s dismay he found himself obeying.

“How lucky am I just to stumble upon a new slave,” the guy said as he told Tyrell to follow him.

Tyrell was angry and tried to get out of whatever was going on as they walked down the old road.

“You can’t do this,” Tyrell yelled.

“Of course I can,” the man said, “and the name’s Masta’ to
you.”

Then to prove just how much control he had over this black man, the Masta’ forced Tyrell to get on his knees and give him a blowjob. Tyrell quickly figured out that it was impossible to disobey.

After seeding Tyrell’s mouth, the man forced Tyrell to strip nude. He then led them to his home which he explained was now going to be Tyrell’s home also. Outside he hosed Tyrell down with piss, a way of ‘marking his property’ the Masta’ said.

Throughout the rest of the day, Tyrell found himself being introduced to the new life he would be living and the terrible secrets of this small town called Newberry. In this town, slavery had never went away, it was still going strong into the twenty-first century. But blacks weren’t used for labor here, they were nothing more pets, pleasure toys, and maids here for the white man.

That evening, close to dusk, Tyrell was out on the front porch nursing on his Masta’s erection who was sitting on the wooden swing. It was to Tyrell’s horror that he finally found his missing brother Jerome, with a collar around his neck, on his hands and knees, being walked down the street by Masta’s neighbor as if Jerome was a dog. Tyrell would eventually get plenty of time to get reacquainted with his brother when their Mastas bring them together for playdates. 

What Friends Are For

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Wake Up Conrad

Conrad was straight, that was until today. He awoke with a headache and no memory of current events, to find the man who had been stalking him for months shoving a dildo up his non-lubed ass. At first Conrad screamed with pain, but then the dildo’s magic abilities kicked in and he wanted more and more. Now instead of a stalker, Conrad has a master.

 

Shooting the Cock

 

“No sir, Please, I love my cock, I’ll do anything, don’t make me shoot it!”

“So, you’ll follow all my orders of your own free will from now on?”

“Yes sir, anything.”

“I’ll hold you too that slave. Remember next time I won’t threaten like this time, next time you disobey I’ll watch while I make you blow your precious dick off.”

Boyfriends?

 

Tony and Jared are still trying to get use to their new lives as fag boyfriends. The two of them grew up across the street from one another and were the best of friends that two heterosexual males could be. Then, two weeks ago, their sexualities were changed forever. New feelings, impulses and commands were implanted into their heads by a witch who they had double-team raped. Their new life wouldn't be so bad, but they still have the memories of being heterosexual along with the desires heterosexual men have, only their bodies feel much differently than their psyches, and their bodies have all the control, not their minds. Maybe one day their minds might get on the same page as their bodies.

Pink: The Gayest Color

It’s true what straight guys tend to say about pink. It’s a girl’s color that only gay guys would like. Jeff here can tell you that this stereotype is real, especially now that it has become his most favorite color.

Jeff's girlfriend had gotten him this pink speedo for their vacation as sort of a joke, but demanded he try it on even though he was persistent in his not wanting to. Of course, it was easier to just do it and get it over with. When he pulled them on Jeff found his sexuality completely rewritten, his desire for girls erased, replaced with a desperate need and want for cocks of all shapes, sizes and colors. His IQ severely dropped and his girlfriend quietly wed him, making sure all the millions he would inherit when his father passed away would go straight to her pocket book. And truthfully why should he care about money when there are so many cocks in the world that can be shoved up his ass or in his mouth. 

 

Janitor's Revenge

Jason thought he was so much better than that faggot janitor. He didn’t mind letting the guy know either. Big mistake. Turns out the Janitor enjoys his job, takes pride in it, gets off on it. And he gets off on degrading straight guys like Jason. There’s something magical about the janitor too, because here Jason is, in the men’s room, trying to keep from shoving his face back into that dirty toilet. He can’t take anymore. The janitor says if Jason can clean all the men’s toilets in the building before 6 then he will let him go free. The catch is that he must do it all by mouth. If he fails then he will live out the rest of his days as an actual toilet. Of course, Jason didn’t believe that, until this toilet here started talking, telling him he was once a member of this law firm before the janitor got ahold of him. If Jason could go any faster right now he would.

 

Boys' Toys

 

It was my first time in an adult store, I had just turned 18 and my buddy Jensen thought it would be a great ideal to take me to one. It was cool, seeing all the sexy lingerie for chicks, all the XXX rated videos and mags, but then we had gotten to the toy section. I couldn’t believe my eyes at the sizes of some of those dildos, especially this one, it was as big as my arm, and as long as hell. How could any chick ever fit this inside her?

“Insane right?” Jensen had said as I picked it up and examined it. The second I had the package in my hands a weird feeling came over me. I had an overwhelming desire to see how this would feel up my ass. The desires scared the hell out of me, but I couldn’t put the toy down.

“Jensen, I want to put this up my asshole.” I said in terror. Jensen thought I was joking and cracked up laughing. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t stop myself as I started to open the package and then undo my pants.

“Dude, don’t you think you are taking this too far?” Jensen said as my pants fell down to my ankles. I begged him to help me, and he seemed to get that something was wrong, and he tried to take the dildo away from me. That was a mistake, because the second he grabbed it, the unwanted desires filled him too. He let go of the dildo I was holding and grabbed the first dildo off the wall in front of him, one that was much smaller than mine.

Within seconds I was trying to shove the dildo in my ass but not with much luck. A lady who worked there came up to me and handed me some lube.

“Please help me,” I begged her, but she just smiled.

“Curiosity always seems to get the best of you boys. So how many dildos would you like to buy today?”

Before I could even think to answer I said all of them. I spent all of my savings and birthday money on dildos, and Jensen found himself doing the same. We went to the back room and started fucking our asses with the toys. It felt wrong and right both at the same time.

The scariest thing is that I know this dildo obsession is going to evolve soon, Jensen is proof of that. He seems to have already moved onto the next stage, because he left me in the back room with the dildos and went back out into the store and is now getting plowed in the ass by the store manager. And I can already feel the desire to join him building in me.

Dr. Feelgood

 

Dr. Trevor Fines had some trouble when it came to bedside manners. There had already been two sexual harassment lawsuits filed against him for his unethical treatment towards his female patients. He was a lover of women, through and through. However, he was not such a big fan of fags, they disgusted him and he wished the world would just mass execute them and be done with it. He hated them so much that he let a fag die on his operating table on purpose. Trevor managed to lose his job for that and would have lost his license too if not for some bribery. Unfortunately, bribery only gets one so far, and he found himself having to work as a regular physician.

Clearly someone thought the doctor got off far too easily. Two weeks following the incident Trevor found himself cursed. The doctor's life changed completely overnight. Due to the curse, he found himself only able to cater to male patients now, but far worse than that he found that he was incapable of letting a patient leave the room before Trevor personally got the guy off, whether it be by Trevor’s hand, mouth or ass was completely up to the patient. 

A full year has passed since Trevor found himself cursed. It took him a great deal of time to come to terms with his new lifestyle. Pleasuring other men is just a natural part of his job now. His life outside the office has changed too, his lust for women has been replaced with a need for submission and pain during his free time. Like it or not, he’s now just another fag like all the others he used to despise so greatly.

Perverted Angels

Never let the white wings fool you, angels are far more perverted than any demon you will come across.

Anthony has just passed away, and he was met by an Angel named Castiel and a demon by the name of Azaphar. Anthony was informed that he was being given a choice, that he could come to heaven with Castiel or go live in hell with Azaphar. Azaphar tried to warn the poor human that heaven wasn’t going to be what he expected, but Anthony chose the angel anyway.

When Anthony reached heaven, he found a steel collar placed around his neck and learned that up here humans were property of Angels, and that Anthony was going to spend the rest of his life in Castiel’s harem as one of the pleasure slaves. The harem was made up of thousands of guys who had taken Castiel’s offer to go to heaven. Stripped of his free-will, Anthony quickly learned how to be the cock-obsessed hole that Castiel expected him to be. For Castiel wasn’t cruel, he altered his slaves minds so that they enjoyed all the depraved and humiliating acts that he forced upon them. And Anthony is luckier than a lot of guys up in this harem, his grandfather, father and uncle are all here too, worshiping the cock of Castiel and the cocks of the lucky select pleasure-slaves who get to serve as tops.

 

The Kiss

 

Connor wasn’t gay. He just needed some work done on his back porch and his sister Julie had suggested Kyle as a good contractor. So Kyle had showed up and…well they started kissing. Kyle kissed him. But then why was he kissing Kyle back? And why was he suddenly so horny? And why did he suddenly want Kyle’s dick shoved up his ass, or Kyle’s seed deep inside him? Why was there a voice in Connor’s head telling him that he would now always be a slave to Kyle’s cock?

Cum Hole

Jason needs his ass filled with cum if he's to survive. His body needs cum to get its nutrients. Its replaced Jason's need to eat. Of course, he can eat but never does because it just comes right back up later. His asshole is the gas-tank-hole and dicks are the pumps that pump the gas (cum) into him. After his body digests the cum he pisses it back out. Oh, and his asshole can taste everything, for his asswalls have tastebuds in them.

 

Wrong Job

He thought he was applying for a job as a fitness trainer. The ad had said "Help Wanted" for the private Gym in town which was the Gym to go to if you had the money. He was good at the whole fitness thing, so it was perfect, or so he had thought. He’d gone in for the interview, and with just one look at him the Manager said Todd was hired. He signed the binding contract without even looking at it, just assuming he was getting the job he wanted. But he was really getting the job of Butt-Boy, a free slave-like guy who was the entertainment for the male clientele. His job was to do anything any member asked of him, and that usually meant taking a dick up his ass. The contract had some kind of magic attached to it. Once he signed it, it was irreversible, and as much as he wanted to quit this job and go back to chasing ladies, he was magically stuck in this job for the rest of his life (or 'til he got fired), a slave to his work, a slave to clients and fitness trainers. He may not be a fitness trainer, but he does get to ride their cocks quite often. 

Dean's Ass Kissing Lesson

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Training With Mr. Sticks

Cole wanted to be the greatest lacrosse player there ever was. He was good at the game, and after graduating high school and going to play for college he decided if he wanted to be the best he should learn from the best, a man named Mr. Sticks currently held that honor.

Cole tracked down Mr. Sticks and begged the man to teach him everything, to train him. Mr. Sticks agreed but warned Cole it would not be easy and that there were consequences, Mr. Sticks even made Cole sign a binding magical contract that Cole stupidly didn’t bother to read.

Once Cole had signed his free will away the training began, and Mr. Sticks told him that if he dropped the ball ever, or missed a target he would regret it, there would be great consequences. Cole quickly learned that every time he messed up on the field, he would lose a piece of his freedom, and lose a chunk of his sexuality. He quickly realized that every mistake had him drooling over men more and more and also had him desiring to serve Mr. Sticks like a slave more and more.

When he realized what was going on he became more focused on the game than ever, knowing that any screw-up would be bad. He became the best player he could possibly be, until one final mistake and he felt the effects immediately. He had lost everything, and he knew not why he ever desired to play a sport when he could be servicing Mr. Sticks instead.

That was a year ago, and this year while on a camping trip with his master a new guy has shown up wanting Mr. Sticks to train him. Cole knows what will happen to this new guy, he’ll end up in the same predicament as Cole, but all Cole can think about is how nice it will be to have a fellow slave.

Oral Exam

 

When my doctor told me he needed to give me an oral exam, this wasn’t what I was expecting. I love oral exams now.

Animagaymindus: Monkey

 

Zed just contracted the monkey strain of the newly discovered animagaymindus. The disease has already started to warp his mind, he’s having a hard time remembering that he’s actually human and that he digs chicks. Within less than another 24 hours he will be convinced he is nothing more than a gay monkey with a love for swinging through the trees, bananas and of course dicks.

Going Home

 

Todd had warned his little brother Rider, but Rider simply didn’t listen.

Rider had been out of his father's house for three years. He'd tried going to college but had flunked out his second semester. He'd managed to get himself a job as a mechanic but got himself fired from that for sleeping with his bosses wife. So, like the prodigal son, was out of money, out of a job, out of and out of a place to live, so the only thing left for him to do was crawl back home to his dad with no dignity left.

Rider wrote his brother Todd a week before he was set to move back home. A few days later, the day before he was to vacate his apartment, he received a letter back that simply read "Stay Away. Pop's Changed." Rider read it and pitched it, ignoring his brother's wise advice immediately. The guy was always overexaggerating and a worrywart.

A cab dropped him off at his childhood home with his two suitcases the following Tuesday. He was excited to see his family again, he found his Pop on the porch waiting to greet him. Everything seemed fine, well until he went inside. He placed his bags down against the wall and that’s when he saw his brother. Todd was on the couch, legs spread wide while he fucked his asshole with two dildos at the same time. Rider was horrified.

With one single word from his Pop, Rider found himself in a deep, submissive sleep. When Rider came too again, he was no longer free, but instead a slave to his father's words and conditioning. Rider learned he was now going to be the family toilet.      

Rider never gets to leave the house or wear clothes anymore. Nor has he been allowed to bathe or shower since that day. Rider spends his days drinking his family's piss and eating his pop's shit from his pop's asshole. Sometimes though, pop will make him wear the shit all over his body, and leaves it there to dry. Most of the time pop makes him stay on his hand and knees like a dog.

Rider isn’t sure if he'd rather be in his brother's position though. Rider rarely has to do anything real sexual, and other than licking his pop’s hole clean or sucking his pop’s cock on the rare occasion, Rider gets away with it. Todd, however, is fucked all day long (in the mouth and the ass) and when his asshole isn’t in use, he has to keep a giant butt plug up it. What’s even worse though is that Pop's had Todd's balls removed, and while Todd still has a dick, it seems to be forever stuck in flaccid state.

Rider hopes their oldest brother Johnny, who left home five years before Rider did, never decides to return. Not just for Johnny's sake, but also because Rider doesn’t think he can handle eating more shit than he already does in a day.

A Slave in a Foreign Country

 

Tyler is still trying to get used to being used as a toilet.

Tyler had come out here to Heroguam, a small country in Europe, to live with his uncle and go to college. During his first week he found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, with a girl he’d just met, and ended up being blamed for a double homicide. He was pushed quickly through the foreign justice system and was convicted without an actual trial. His punishment was decided by a tribunal, which gave poor Tyler a 60-year minimum term of enslavement.

When the guards released him into his Uncle Max’s custody, who apparently had bought him, Tyler was relieved. There was no way his uncle was going to do anything to him. He was wrong.

His uncle wasted no time putting Tyler in his new place. The microchip that had been injected behind Tyler’s ear while he was in custody ensured that Tyler obeyed every single command given to him, no matter how much it went against Tyler’s own will.

Three weeks have passed since that very first night of slavedom when he drank his uncle’s piss for the first time and found himself fucking his ass on his uncle’s fat dick. These past three weeks have been hell, but tonight is even worse. For tonight is the local fair and his uncle has signed him up to be one of the human toilets there. It’s not been bad enough that he’s been forced to eat his uncle’s shit and drink his piss these past weeks, no, now his uncle wants him to be every man’s toilet.

So far tonight he has had fifty different men use his mouth as a urinal, and the night isn’t even half-way over. Luckily though he hasn’t had any guys try to use him as a shitter yet. Yet is the key word there though.

Guns Are a Man's Best Friend

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No Escape

 

Conrad was only a month away from finishing school and then he was going to be out of this backwoods Arkansas town. He hated living like his family did, and he knew with his grades and the scholarship he already had that he would go to college and leave this place in his past as he made a good, clean life for himself.

Conrad’s uncles didn’t like much like the way he seemed to think he was better than them. His dad had been the same way. So they dug up the family spell book and cast a curse on their nephew to bring him down to their level of filth.

The next day all Conrad could think about was pleasuring cocks and receiving piss. Mostly piss though, he was beyond obsessed with it all of a sudden.

He dropped out of school and began the rest of his life as the small town’s walking, living urinal. And in the process he learned what happened to his absentee father. His father lived and worked at the town’s only bar. When his dad was young and got Conrad’s mom pregnant he had tried to get his wife to move away with him, clean themselves up. Conrad’s Uncles weren’t going to let Adam take their sister anywhere, so they cursed him like they did the son. Adam was cursed to be obsessed with shit, making him the town shitter.

Now Conrad lives with his father in the shed in Uncle Steve’s yard. They spend most of their days side-by-side, looking for men to clench their appetites, the son drinking piss and blowing cocks while the father eats shit and takes it up the ass. 

Desperate For Piss

 

When Jed was first cursed, he was beyond mortified by having to beg his brothers to piss into his mouth. He tried to sneak their piss first, but it just didn’t work, and he would die without swallowing down fresh piss from one of his brothers. Now that he’s used to it its not so bad. Sure, he usually has to trade his ass for the right to drink that golden nectar, and yeah first that sucked, but now its just another facet of life. That’s just the way this curse goes. And it’s a good thing he has four brothers, between them he never has to worry about going thirsty.

The Magical Guitar

The guitar had corrupted Johnathan just as it had so many others. He’d always been gay, but his passion and focus had been on music. He was an amazing guitar player and knew he was destined to make it big. Then this special guitar fell into his hands. Within months his priorities shifted. His primary focus now is turning straight men into his obedient cock bitches. The guitar is special, magical, made by the mad-scientist equivalent of a wizard. Certain chords cause certain outcomes, and when played together, he can make the straightest guy get on his knees and beg to have his ass creamed.

 

Skyblue Gym

Skyblue Gym is not like most gyms. Yes it is a guys only gym used to train to become a professional boxer or fighter/wrestler. Some of the greatest of greats have started in this gym. But there is more to this gym, which Fred and Brad would soon find out. The two friends were happy to be accepted to be members of the gym. Both of their dreams were to become professional MMA fighters. Before they could join they both had to sign a contract. They signed right away without reading a word of it, which of course was a bad mistake.

The gym manager, Mike Bearry, told them that first they would have to fight to discover where they would be placed at. There were two other new members, so Mike paired the two buddies up with the other two. Unfortunately, both Fred and Brad lost their fights. Mike told them they would need some special training and took the two losers into one of the empty side rooms, which was a large, school-like gym. He then informed them that he needed to see the two of them fight each other, naked. Of course, the two friends immediately disagreed with the naked part, but Mike said it was necessary. He then informed the two that they had the right to leave and not come back if they wanted too, but there was a penalty for such action in the newly signed contracts that would cost them each 5 million dollars, which neither could ever hope to get their hands on (and neither were smart enough to think to legally challenge). They also really wanted to become famous MMA fighters, so they eventually relented.

The fight started just like any other fight, except that they were naked, and each had a hard on. Neither were particularly turned on by this, so they weren’t sure why they were hard. They just tried to ignore it. The fight began and Brad immediately got Fred in a head lock. His cock was close to Fred’s hole, the shaft actually pressing up against the butt cheek. Brad didn’t know why but all of a sudden he was filled with this urge to fuck Fred right there on the spot.

Brad’s temporary loss of focus allowed Fred to get out of the head lock and pin Brad down to the floor. Brad was upside down, and Fred’s hand ended up on Brad’s butt cheek. All of a sudden, he was filled with a strange longing which quickly became an obsession, the only thing he could think about was stuffing his hard dick up his friend’s asshole. 

Brad could have easily escaped the pin now with Fred’s loss of focus; however, he didn’t even try. The moment that Fred’s hand touched his ass his thoughts switched from fucking Fred to being fucked by Fred. That’s what he needed.

Fred wasted no time. He changed his position and mounted his opponent, shoving his cock deep into Brad’s hole. Most men would have needed lube, and yet for some reason, Brad’s ass seemed to have lubed itself up somehow along the line. 

The two fucked and fucked until Fred finally shot his seed up Brad’s asshole, completing the transformation. Their minds had changed, now the only things the two were able to think about was fighting and fucking each other.

Mike let them stay in the gym for a couple days, bringing them food and drink and showing them the private connected bathroom. The only thing they did within that 48 hours was fuck each other’s brains out.  

The third day when Mike arrived, the immediate horniness for each other had worn off. Sure, all they still pretty much could think about was being fucked, but it no longer needed to be with one another. Mike introduced them to their new roles. He would be pimping them out, they were his property now and they would be making him money with their asses. Neither of them found anything wrong with this, how could having a cock up their ass be bad in any situation. Nor did they mind when they learned that they would be servicing the real fighters in the gym, that is servicing the fighter’s sexual needs.

Mike then led them to a new room which would be their new home. There were six other guys in the room, naked and cock hungry just like them.

My Father the Dildo

 

I can’t believe I’m going to do this. You better be damn grateful to me dad. You were the one who was careless enough to go get yourself cursed by a witch. She told me that the only way to break the curse was for me to fuck my ass with you and cum without touching my cock. I’ve never had anything up my ass before, you're lucky I love you so much.

*

That was five months ago. What Dean forgot was the most important part, the witch had told him that ejaculation had to be achieved within six minutes. If he didn’t think he was going to be able to do it in six minutes he should remove the dildo and try again later. But he forgot all about the time, and when he finally did cum, it was past eighteen minutes.

Dean got his dad back in human form, but he would regret it for the rest of his life. Because he went over time, his dad had came back changed, he was possessive and cruel and wretched, the opposite of what he had been. And his big strong dad wanted one thing more than anything else, he wanted Dean. So he kept Dean, locked up in the house, to be his slave that he could fuck and torture whenever he wanted to.

The Threesome Wish

 

Alexander Made a wish upon a star for a threesome. He probably should have chosen his wording better.

The Cage

 

You’ve lost track of the number of days you have been in this cage. It’s been at least three months, but you don’t think half-a-year yet. Just one full year, that’s all you have to make it through. If you can go through one full year without giving in, then you will not only have all your debts wiped clean, you will be a free citizen once again.

You’re finding it harder to get through this than you initially thought though. It was easy at first, homosex is sick after all, so no way would you want to suck another dude’s dick. But all the guys who have came here are straight, and according to the guards, not a single guy has made it to the finish mark without begging to be fucked up the ass. You’re not sure if that’s true, but all the guys in this here kennel prison who were here before you have already submitted. But you’re not going to submit, right? Because you know once you willingly let them fuck your ass it’s over, you’ll spend the rest of your life as a sex slave for some rich man who can pay for you.

You’ll make it, you know you will. It’s not that big of a deal that you can’t stop staring at the naked guard’s dicks. Just because you keep fantasizing about having them in your mouth, worshiping them, well that’s nothing to worry about, right? You don’t know where these thoughts keep coming from, but you know you can keep fighting them. Just like everyone else knew before you.

The Werepig

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