VooDoo Tattoo

 

Eric had been a cheapskate tattoo artist who ran a sketchy parlor that saved money by reusing needles. Sure it was illegal and unethical, but it wasn’t physically hurting him, so he didn’t care.

Everything changed for Eric however when his dirty needle caused an infection of a client’s arm which ended up having to be amputated. He managed to weasel his way out of any legal consequences, but he would face other consequences. The man whose arm ended up being amputated had a boyfriend named Jacob who was proficient in the art of dark Voodoo. He decided that he would teach Eric a lesson by forcing him to get some obscene tattoos, like Fuck Me and Whip My Arse.

The day after the Jacob cast the curse, Eric found himself out of nowhere telling one of his employees to tattoo those two phrases onto him. It wasn’t until after the ink was drying that he realized what he had done. He couldn’t figure out why he had done that, or why he was suddenly desiring these things. He needed his ass to be whipped, and he needed to be fucked up the ass, but he was no homosexual right.

Eric found the following Friday he ended up losing his mind and having his employee tattoo something new on him, ‘Piss Over Me’. The next night he was at a gay fetish club, crying as his ass got fucked and he got a golden shower from another club goer.

Every week Jacob writes down something new on the Voodoo doll to have tattooed on Eric, and come Friday, no matter how hard Eric tried to prevent it, he would end up getting that new tattoo and become a slave to its words. He thought he had sunk to the lowest of lows when he had ended up with the ‘Scat Boy’ tattoo, but this week he got his first tattoo on his front side, right above his groin, two simple words that said ‘limp dick’. Now Eric’s dick remains flaccid twenty-four seven. He’ll never be able to produce another boner no matter how much Viagra he takes.

Friday is tomorrow and he is afraid to find out what will end up being tattooed on his body next.

New Dog on the Block

It might be wise to learn from Jordan’s failures. See, he wasn’t always the pathetic dogboy you see in the picture above. Just six months ago he was a guy in college who had an attitude problem and a hatred of dogs. He had always hated dogs, especially big dogs, they terrified him.

Jordan was not a particularly nice guy. He liked to take out his frustrations on Spike, the next door small black lab who wanted to be loved by everyone. He would kick and hit and torment the poor dog every time he saw it. And yet the dog still tried to be his friend.

One day Jordan took it too far. His kick was too hard, and hit in the wrong spot, and the dog’s body perished. He found himself instantly cursed, his clothes vanishing and being replaced with the leather get-up he now constantly wears. While he remained technically human, he is stuck acting like the dog he now is.

Spike’s owner, a proud, tough, dominate gay man called Harry, has trained Jordan well over the last few months. Jordan never thought he would take a cock up his ass or in his mouth, but he quickly learned that part of being a dogboy is servicing your master’s sexual needs at any time. He hates it, but he has no real control. He is loyal, meaning he is incapable of disobeying his master, or doing anything he knows would upset the man.

Today Harry has taken Jordan to his first fetish street festival to show off to all his buddies. Jordan will be seeing many dicks today. He’s not sure if this is better though than when his little brother takes him for walks around the neighborhood. Little Johnny seems to think that Jordan really is a dog. Harry says that when Little Johnny is older, if he’s a good and responsible boy, than he will let Little Johnny take ownership of Jordan. Hopefully, that humiliating day never comes, especially since he thinks Little Johnny might be a fag, just like Harry.

Masturbation Pains

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Pet

Can you help me, please? I don’t want to be here; I don’t want to be a dog. It’s been six months now that I’ve been stuck like this for six long agonizing months. I’m still not even sure what I did to piss the guy in the apartment below me off so badly.

One of the worst parts about all this is that I’m not even gay, never had a gay thought in my life before my magical enslavement. I’m not even sure how it works, how Master Evans did this to me. I’m still a human, and yet everyone who isn’t a friend of Master Evan’s just sees me as some kind of dog. And I can understand them, but they never seem to understand me.

I’m not sure why you can understand me, but since you can you just have to help me. I’m tired of being stuck like this. I’m tired of acting like a dog twenty-four-seven. And I am especially tired of having dicks shoved in my holes. And I don’t even want to get into the other humiliating faggy things I’ve found myself doing over this past year.

Wait! What? Did you just say you’re my new master? Master Evan sold me? You want me to suck your dick right here, right now. Oh, god no!!!!!!!

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.

 

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.