The Tattoo

After losing his job, Harry had moved back in with his father to save money while he looked for a new job. But since moving back in things have sort of gotten weird. Like a lot weird. 

It had started one Sunday morning when he had woken up and had a hangover with no memories of the night before. His one ass cheek hurt but he never put much thought into it. It was that afternoon that he had started to learn about his new curse. He found himself litterly unable to say no to his father, unable to disobey anything his father commanded or suggested. 

It’s only been a week now and he is still unable to disobey his father. Each day the things his father has him do are getting far more disturbing and sexual. Just yesterday his father made him go out and buy a dildo and then fuck his virgin asshole with it while his dad watched. Harry just knows it won’t be much longer before his dad has him sitting on the cock that was used to conceive him. Somewhere inside Harry knows that this nightmare is just beginning.

What Harry is still oblivious too is the tattoo on his left butt cheek. His father had drugged him and had his friend tattoo it on with a special ink from Japan that did just as it claimed it would. Harry would now be a slave for the rest of his life, whenever the day comes that his dad passes away, Harry will then become the property of his younger brother.

Serve Thy Brother

Opening the door to my apartment after a hard day at work, this is what I saw. My baby brother (well he clearly wasn’t a baby anymore) sprawled out on my exercise equipment, in his birthday suit.

“GOD DAMNIT TREVOR," I had shouted. I was instantly regretting allowing him to move in with me while he attended college.

“See something you like?" he had asked with a smirk. I couldn’t stop staring at his groin, his cock was so beautiful. I knew I wasn’t gay, but I also knew that instant that I would do anything to please that cock. And I did, I found myself on my knees, crawling forward, and I began to worship that cock as if it was the love of my life.

My world is very different now than it was before that day. I am incapable of disobeying my brother, and I don’t want to, because displeasing him would displease the cock I love so much. I hate that I love it so much.

I later learned that my brother had cast a curse on me, he was upset that I said he had to contribute to the household and get a job, so instead he basically turned me into a slave. His buddy Robert has moved in too, and the curse has grown stronger, I’m no longer just a slave to my brother’s cock, but also Robert’s and any other guy’s dick that enters that house. When I’m not at work or running errands, I spend my time worshipping them, being their maid, their butler, their sex toy. Whatever they want. This is my life now and I loath how much I love it.

The Summoning

I’d tried summoning a demon last week. I was with friends and goofing off. I had inherited my grandfather's so called “Dark Bible" which was filled with spells and rituals. I really thought it was all pretend. It was supposed to be silly, I never expected to come home from work to find this naked demon waiting for me.

With just one sight I knew I had made a mistake. My eyes became fixated on the beautiful erect phallus. His demonic aura hypnotized me. His will trapped me, I fell to my knees as I grew more and more submissive, more and more desperate to please him.

I hate that I love serving him now. He doesn’t own my soul, he owns my free will. What the difference is I’m not exactly sure. It doesn’t really matter, I spend my life now in chains, following him around, doing whatever is asked of me, which is usually sexual.

When I die, I will be going to hell. I'll still be his though. Apparently, he has a lot of pleasure slaves that he keeps down there, including my grandfather. The sad thing is, over the years, he has warped me so much that I’m looking forward to worshipping demon cock side-by-side with my grandfather.

Slave's New Ink

The slave had been stupid by trying to run away. He didn’t want to be a slave, he had still thought of himself as the straight white boy that his master had drugged and kidnapped over a year ago. But Master was smarter than the slave, he went to the police first and convinced them that the young man was his charge and that he was delusional. So, when the cops found him hiding on the streets they had brought him back.

Now the slave is going to be punished. Master has written all over his face and chest, and tomorrow Master’s tattoo artist friend is coming over and making those words permanent. Then if he ever tries to escape again, he won’t be able to hide his true nature from anyone.

 

Paradise

It turned out selling his soul to the devil was the best decision that Mark ever made. He had figured he was going to hell anyway for being a gay man. It turns out that Hell is just one big homosexual orgy (Mark isn’t sure if the girls go to a different hell or what happens to them, not that he really cares). There are dicks everywhere, and the best dick of all belongs to Satan himself. Yes, technically he is Satan’s slave, but Satan doesn’t treat him like one. And to be honest, Satan deserves to be worshipped for bringing him to such an amazing paradise.

The "Every-Other-Urinal" Rule

Connor and Tyler, half-brothers, were having a good time at the local bar. They had observed the Every-Other-Urinal rule but then a stranger had come in and taken the one between them. It wasn’t that they had planned on looking at the dude’s dick, sometimes it just happens, and when they saw the mammoth pants snake, they were mesmerized.

Connor was the first to break down and beg the man to let him touch it, Tyler not far beyond. The man said that they needed to follow him home first which they did enthusiastically.

Their minds would be putty for the next twelve hours, and longer as long as they kept getting a view of the man’s dick. And the man had plans for them, he would train them like he had all the previous dudes he picked up in bars and then whore them out.