Dinner Time

Do you mind, I’m trying to eat my dinner here. Yes, I know it’s disgusting, but this is my diet thanks to your brother. What? he says I deserve the curse I got. I mean yeah, I shouldn’t have called him a fag, but don’t you think this is overkill. Not only am I stuck on a shit-only diet but I need my ass fucked at least three times a day, and I’m not even gay. I still have ten months to get through before the curse is possibly lifted.

Hey, before you go, this is so embarrassing to ask considering how long we’ve been friends, but do you think you can fuck my ass. I hate asking, but the need is so bad, and if I don’t get at least three loads up my ass a day then…well lets just say the consequences are extremely painful.

Freak Experiment

Little does Adam here know he’s about to become a freak experiment. He hadn’t done anything wrong; he was a good, hardworking man with a lovely wife and two children. It happened suddenly, he was walking down the street towards his car to head home one night and suddenly everything went blank. The next thing he knew he was here, in this swing, wearing this ridiculous outfit.

So why doesn’t he just get up and leave? It’s not like he’s chained or anything. If he could leave, he definitely would. However, he can’t seem to control any part of his body. The only thing that seemed to work was his head. But that’s not to say he was paralyzed, he may not have been able to move any limbs, but his feeling of touch and pain was still there.

It turned out it was some kind of quack mad scientist who had captured him, a mad scientist who was going to use him as a Guinea pig. Some changes are going to be made to Adam. The scientist was going to replace Adam’s asshole with an actual pussy (giving new meaning to the phrase boypussy) and then rearrange the digestive system to make the food Adam ate digest and then come back out the same way it went in, through the mouth. Adam will get to keep his penis though, (the last guy this scientist experimented on wasn’t that lucky), however, the only thing Adam’s penis will be good for is pissing, it will never be able to be erect again.

The experiments turned out to be a success, and Adam’s new pussy makes him horny to be fucked now all the time. It also changed Adam’s outlook on shit, having to poop out of his own mouth gave Adam a taste for shit, not just his but the scientist’s also. The scientist had told him he’d get to go home to his family once the experiments were done but that was just a lie. The scientist told him that he couldn’t let Adam go running to the authorities. So now Adam lives in the labs basement, kept in a cell when not being used by his sorta creator. He spends most of his days fingering his new lady hole, or talking to the other five human Guinea pigs the scientist had redone and kept down there with him.

Father Toilet

I’ve been stuck in this house for four years now. I miss my family, my house, my freedom. I’m in hell, Master always finds new things to torment me with. I’d been so happy if he would just stop making me eat shit.

I had just finished cleaning the clogged-up toilet with only my mouth when Master declared he had a surprise for me. The surprise is my worst nightmare. It’s my son, Chad. But Chad isn’t here to be a slave like me, no, Chad is here because apparently he’s dating Master.

“You ready for another helping of shit,” Chad asks. And I find myself eating shit directly from my son’s ass. I now have two masters, and I’m not sure how my life could get any worse.

Smart Mouth

John being the arrogant drunk he was, had pissed off a witch by telling her that she needed to learn to take it in the mouth like all bitches should. That’s what led to him waking up to be locked away in this concrete box, with a dildo suctioned to each of the walls. He found himself unable to do anything but suck on one of those dildos.

After a day of this cursed life the witches voice appeared in his head and asked him what he thought. He replied with “Is that the best you got bitch” which was a mistake on his part for she then decided to show him how much worse she could make it for him.

Now, every day twenty dildos appear within his box, each one covered in men’s shit. It is his job to clean them with his mouth while taking one of the ones suctioned to the floor up his ass. It’s also his job to service any dick that is stuck through the glory hole.

John has learned his lesson to keep his smart mouth shut because curses can always get worse.

 

Restroom Fag

Tony had been just another lazy, do-nothing tough guy who was more interested in fucking chicks, smoking and riding motorcycles than he was in finding a job.

Then the Job Placement Act was put through and Tony found his life changed. He had a total of 30 Days to find employment or he would be enslaved to the government and placed in a job of their choosing.

He didn’t believe they would actually do anything to him, but now he knows better. They installed a Control Chip in the back of his neck and gave him the newly created job of Restroom Fag. His contract was leased by a local fetish gay bar where he now works around the clock, cleaning toilets and urinals with only his tongue and providing any sexual services to any gay man who enters and requests it. He doesn’t even get to eat food anymore, to make him more efficient at his job his digestive system was altered to only allow him to digest shit, which this restroom seems to see plenty of.

He can’t wait until he hits the new retirement age of 85, though that’s still 43 years away.

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.

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.”

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.