Gay and Not Gay

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The Gift of Charisma

Luke knew many colleagues who liked to use their position to have sex with young girls and boys. Luke found that to be disgusting, then again what he did many of his peers would find disgusting as well.

Luke had a kink for straight dudes. He also had an inhuman charisma that allowed him to sweet talk pretty much any guy into doing anything he wanted them to do. Some would say he should use that special gift for good, especially considering he was a priest, but he used it for his own means. He had nearly every straight guy in the church convinced that the only way to receive forgiveness for their sins and reach heaven was to worship his cock and be anointed with its cum either orally or anally. It was a good thing he had a high libido to go with that special charisma.

Plug or No Plug

 

I’m not sure which is worse, being plugged or being unplugged. When I’m plugged, I have free will but I have the mind of a horny dog. When I’m unplugged, I have my real mind back, but no free will. God, I don’t know how I ended up in this predicament, but I sure am sorry for whatever it is I must have done to deserve a fate such as this one. 

The Dick of Rich

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Body Control

Jack no longer has free will. I took care of that for him. I can control his body, I can control his reality, I can do any number of things I want to him, but I technically can’t control his mind. His thoughts are his and his alone, which is why he hates me, but that’s alright, I don’t need to be loved.

You can see it in his eyes, how much he despises me. Can you really blame him  though? He wasn’t always a cock-sucking, anal ace fag. He went from a pussy-hound to a cock-slut overnight, thanks to me. He was my annoying douchebag neighbor, now he’s my slave.

Overtime he’ll learn to naturally submit, and eventually he’ll do everything he’s told without thought. Once I have him fully broken down like that I’ll sell him off and get myself a newer model.

Hungry

[Companion Story to Thristy]

For Scott, growing up with his best friend Dillon, fags had been the most disgusting thing in the world to him. He enjoyed beating them up as much as his friend did, and then came the fateful day when he and his buddies had followed a fag into an alley and beat him close to death. The other three guys had pissed into the fag’s mouth, commenting on how the fag must love piss since he was a disgusting piece of trash, and of course Scott had to take it one step further. He was the kind of guy who had to always outdo everyone else, so he had taken it to the extreme and actually took a shit in the unconscious fag’s mouth.

When Scott awoke the next day he was no longer at his apartment, but in bed with the fag he had just beaten up. He was instantly hungry, and his hunger was for one disgusting thing, shit, the only thing he could now eat.

Scott spends his days as the shit slave of the fag he had beaten up, unable to disobey, and always hungry for more shit, whether it comes from a toilet bowl or straight from the source, his master and/or his master’s friends. He hates himself because he knows now he’s even lower than a faggot, he’s a faggot’s toilet.

The Teacher's Gift

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Diapers and Obediance

 

I seriously had no ideal how I had got there or how I had ended up in this predicament. I must have gotten black out drunk last night with my buds, but that still doesn’t explain this mess I am in, or even who this strange old guy is.

I can’t take the pacifier out of my mouth, my fingers just won’t let me, nor will they let me take the diaper off, which is wet in the front from my piss. This guy says he’ll help me. He says that he can remove the pacifier from my mouth, but I must pledge my eternal obedience to him. Fuck that.

As humiliating as it is, I leave his apartment and try to find someone else who can help me. But no one else seems to be able to get their hands anywhere close to my pacifier. And then I feel the build up in my ass, and I know I will be shitting myself if I don’t figure this out right away.

So, I return to the old man who doesn’t seem surprised to see me back. He asks me if I pledge my eternal obedience to him again, and I nod my head yes, even though I don’t sincerely mean it. He then frees my mouth which is a relief.

“Now show me your obedience by sucking my cock,” the man says. There’s no fucking way that is going to happen. First off, I’m straight as an arrow, and second this guy rubs me the wrong way. And yet I find myself falling to my knees, digging his hard-on out, and shoving it in my mouth. I can’t stop myself; some invisible force is forcing me to obey this man.

A minute or so later when I come up for a much-needed breath, I ask about my diaper.

“I think it will be quite a few years before you outgrow your need for diapers,” my new master says. I find myself forced back down, taking his large cock in my mouth, as I take a large dump in my diaper, unable to hold it back any longer.

A Hard Day at Work

I had worked hard to get all the wealth me and my family had. I expected my son do to the same. But I spoiled him too much, and he decided he was too good for manual labor or college. I warned him that he wouldn’t like the consequences if he didn’t get out there and find himself a job. He didn’t, so I found a job for him. He’s now my live-in pleasure slave. It’s great to come home after a hard day at the office to a boy who has to cater to my every need. And it’s helping with business too, my company was designing mind control chips which I’m using on my guinea pig son. The chips seem to work great. He pleads and begs for me not to use him, but with some simple words from me he’s sucking my cock like a professional whore. 

 

The Beach

Its not like I wanted to get naked here on this beach, in front of those five old, fat dudes. I mean yeah, had it been a group of hot chicks who had asked I would have done it in a heartbeat. I have an amazing body, I know that. But here I was still undressing, giving these guys a strip tease more or less, just because they asked. I didn’t want to, I had to. Just like how I didn’t want to go up and give each of them a kiss on the lips, or shove my face into their hairy groins and lick their sweaty cocks and balls. I especially didn’t want to sit on the middle guy’s cock and fuck myself like some slutty chick. But I did. His cum is still up my ass. I don’t understand it, but its impossible for me to say no to any of them. I want to so badly though, especially given how the middle guy just asked me if I wanted to spend the rest of my life as his live-in sex slave.

Screwed

“Hey Kevin?” John said with a guilty smile. He quickly covered his groin with his hand, hoping his best bro didn’t happen to see what was between his legs. He’d managed to keep the fact that a chick had replaced his dick with a vagina a secret this long.

“Yo, dude, did I just see what I thought I saw?” Kevin asked. He was laughing, his hands already going down to undo his belt. He had suspected that John had went and gotten himself the ‘CuNT’ curse, but now he had proof.

John’s smile quickly faded as Kevin fished his hardening dick out. John had been trying to keep his curse secret for just this reason. He didn’t want to get fucked, especially not by his best bud, but he wasn’t going to have a choice. Every man under the ‘CuNT’ curse was incapable of disobeying any desire by a man who had seen his vagina, and since Kevin had managed to get a glimpse of it, he could now order John to do whatever he wanted. And what Kevin wanted was to fuck that virgin twat, of course he was enough of a gentlemen to let John finish doing his business first.

Boss-in-Law

It's never a good idea to go to work and have your brother-in-law be the boss. Especially not for Chris here, whose brother-in-law owns a multi-million-dollar corporation which has given him access to a new mind control like drug which Stephen is testing on Chris.

Of course, Chris isn’t aware that he’s being tested on, but with what the drugs are doing to him, his unconscious self is beginning to merge with his conscience self. All Stephen had to do was offer him a cup of coffee.

The way the control worked was simple, whenever Chris read something in a special font, he would find himself thinking or doing whatever it read, so instead of a morning paper every morning, Chris got a paper from Stephen.

On the second day of work Chris showed up in a nice clean diaper under his suit just as the paper he’d got said. It didn’t stay clean very long though, after he was called into Stephen’s office. Stephen had made sure the paper stated that Chris was to treat Stephen as if Stephen was his master.

Stephen had never believed Chris was good enough for his sister. With some more commands she was soon seeing things Stephen’s way, and Chris became a former in-law.

It's been well over a year since Stephen started experimenting on his former brother-in-law. There's still a small part of the old Chris deep down, but for the most part Chris now just lives to be humiliated and service his master and any other man around the office.

Selfie Issue

Tony loved photography, or more like he loved taking selfies. So, when he came across an abandoned camera he thought he would try some old school shots of himself with the help of a friend. This is just

one of the pictures that he developed and then scanned and put online. What Tony wasn’t aware of was that the abandoned camera he used was magical. Any picture taken with this camera can affect him
with voodoo magic. Anything done to the pictures will occur to him in real life. Like, for instance, if a guy were to print it out and cum all over it, Tony will find himself covered in that very cum. Or one could simply just write demands on the picture and Tony will find himself forced to do those commands,
like one guy who wrote ‘suck a dick’ on it and Tony found himself sucking the nearest dick.

Things are probably going to get much worse for Tony, especially since someone keeps reblogging this picture with instructions on how to use its power. The latest guy to reblog it edited the picture to say ‘show us your dick’. Once Tony uploads a cock shot people are going to have a blast with that photo too.

Madison County Cops

As these two redneck buddies are finding out, it’s not so smart to backtalk police officers and call them derogatory names. Sure, they had both been well-past drunk, but it was their stupidity to hunt on private land without permission.

Well Bucky and Terry learned rather quickly that the officers of Madison County had special ways of putting criminals and smart-asses in their place. The uniforms gave them the special ability to control citizen’s minds and bodies like they were puppets.

Thanks to the abilities of these two fine cops, these two homophobes will be left with a new outlook on life. They will be left with a constant crave for the taste of dick and cum. These permanent new cravings will disgust them, but it won’t be long before they’re at that police station begging the two cops to fuck their mouths again. They will be so preoccupied with cocks they won’t have time to cause mischief ever again.

NYPD K-9

One seeing this picture might ask if the guy is really in the NYC K-9 UNIT. If you didn’t ask this question, then what’s wrong with you? The answer is yes. Jordan there used to actually be a top-of-the-line cop. Then he got himself into a tad bit of trouble, got sent to work with the K-9 unit and found himself in even more trouble. So Chief Eric decided to take an unorthodox way of punishing this man. Since Jordan desperately wanted to remain in law enforcement, Chief Eric made it so that he was actually a dog in the NYPD. Only a few individuals such as the chief, Jordan and his trainer Jeff, know that he’s really a human. While he remained a human physically, a sort of magical veil was put over him that made anyone who saw him see him as a canine.

Of course this was not what Jordan wanted for a life, but he was forced into it. He cant rebel, for he honestly can’t disobey anything a human orders of him. And to top it off, his body moves like a canines now.

Jeff trained Jordan for six months before he was ready to be an actual police dog. And most of his training had nothing to do with actual police work. His training was on sucking dick and taking it up the ass.

After a while Chief Eric decided that Jordan was a great opportunity for the station to bring in some much-needed extra dough. With Jeff’s help they started selling Jordan’s services to discrete individuals, wanting to fuck a police K-9. They would only sell Jordan to men though, and if the client’s a man looking for a bitch in heat, they’ll see Jordan as a bitch dog needing a good fuck. They’ll see the asshole as being a cunt, and when they fuck the hole they’ll believe their fucking cunt. Jeff even had a scientist do some experimentation so that Jordan’s asshole would release semen whenever the client climaxed in his ass. Not that it feels like an orgasm to Jordan, it just comes out.

Of course, there are still those perverted individual males who are looking for male police dogs to fuck, so naturally they see Jordan as a willing, submissive male dog.

When Jordan is a good boy, he is sometimes let to do actual police dog business out in the field.

It took many of years but Jordan finally became adjusted to his new life and came to the realization that being a police dog was the perfect job for him after all. It’s impossible to screw everything up when you have no free will.

The Reading Curse

 

This is Jason, and he's sadistic. He has many commanding shirts like this for a reason. His ex-friend Tom has been cursed with a peculiar curse that makes him have to do anything and everything he reads.  

Tom had made the mistake of telling Jason this secret one night while they were out drinking, and of course Jason had thought he was nuts at first, but then he began to ponder it and test it until he was convinced Tom was telling the truth.

So, Jason snuck into his buddy's house overnight with a bunch of large print signs he had made and put them up throughout the house. Each sign was made to enforce it upon Tom that he was to serve Jason’s every whim. It worked too, by the end of the day, Tom was incapable of saying no to anything Jason asked of him.

Jason loves having his hot former friend as a cock slave now. He’s also had over a hundred different t-shirts made that he can wear when he doesn’t feel like giving verbal orders.

You Like Cock

“You like that cock?” Tony had asked Mr. Stevenson while he sat in the living room waiting for Gabriela to get ready for their date.

Mr. Stevenson had always been a pussy man, except when Tony asked him that rude question, all Mr. Stevenson could suddenly think about was cocks. His mind had been hijacked, and now images of cocks were dancing around his head.

“Yes,” Replied Mr. Stevenson. Mr. Stevenson looked up and over at his daughter’s boyfriend and noticed that the guy was now naked with his erect cock hard. Mr. Stevenson wanted nothing more than to worship that cock like it was a god.

“You should see how nice it looks buried balls deep in your daughter’s pussy.”

“Yes, I should,” Mr. Stevenson said, now strangely obsessed with the idea. His pants had tented and he felt just thinking about it he was going to cum. He didn’t really care about his daughter’s pussy, but he did however care about seeing Tony’s cock enter the hole and imagining that it was his hole it was being thrusted into.

“Why don’t you go on and suck on this while we wait,” Tony said as he leaned back. He could now add Mr. Stevenson to the growing list of fathers he could call ‘cock slaves’ forever.

Never Turn Down a Sales Pitch

Harry wasn’t too happy when he came to his front door to find a salesman there. He tried to tell the guy he wasn’t interested in whatever the man was selling, but the guy told Harry he actually was. Harry wasn’t sure why, but he believed the guy, this salesman obviously had something of which Harry wanted, but what could that possibly be? Harry strangely found himself hanging on every word this stranger spoke, until the man revealed that he was there to sell dildos, which managed to snap Harry back to reality.

Telling the salesman he was not a ‘fag’, Harry went to slam the door in the stranger’s face. That didn’t happen though, for the salesman grabbed Harry by the wrist and Harry felt a strange sensation overcome him, followed by the appearance of a voice in his head telling him to simply submit.

Confused, overwhelmed, Harry found himself outside in front of his winding driveway, on his knees, watching with a stupid smile on his face as the man jacked off his cock mere inches away. Some part of Harry knew he shouldn’t be doing this, knew that something was wrong, and he almost regained control of himself again but then the mesmerizing cock erupted and spit it’s seed out all over Harry’s face. It was now too late, any resistance Harry may have had was now gone forever, he was now marked as Harry’s property.

Harry spent the rest of the day in the back of the retired school bus the salesman strangely drove while the salesman went from door to door of all Harry’s neighbors, enslaving any man who didn’t buy a dildo from him. By night fall there was another four former heterosexual men in the bus with Harry. The next day they would all be sold as gay slaves on the black market, which was where the salesman really made his money.

Harry now lives as an obedient, happy sex slave to a rich fag couple in L.A. Some part of himself, deep down, still remembers how his life used to be and should still be. That part of him wishes he could turn back time and just buy a dildo from the man and be on with his life.

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.

Grandpa's Nude Beach

 

Let me give you a tip, never let your grandfather convince you to go to a nudist beach with him. I was staying with him and my Great Uncle for a month of my summer vacation. It wasn’t that I wanted to go to a nudist beach per say with my Grandfather, but he had convinced me that there was a bunch of hot, nude girls there. It turned out to be a big fat lie.

When we got to the beach all I found was naked old men and naked young dudes like myself, some of them were doing homosexual activities, which was enough to make my stomach turn. I tried to turn around and leave, but it was too late, my feet had touched the enchanted sand of the beach. I couldn’t move, not until he told me to walk down to this specific spot. As we walked, he explained to me that the sand here had special properties that caused any male under the age of 32 to become like a robot, only capable of doing what he is told to do by a male older than 32.

Grandpa made me smile for the camera as one of his fellow grandfather friends took a picture to celebrate the first day of my new life. For the rest of the sunny day I found myself performing sickening gay acts with my grandfather.

When the sun began to set I thought my horrid ordeal had come to an end, but it turned out I was wrong. Grandpa then started giving me instructions, as to how I was to live my life off the beach.

I’m now back home getting ready to start my first year of college. Unfortunately, the commands Grandpa gave me are still in effect. I can’t go four hours without having to find some dude to fuck me up the ass. And of course, I have to take a picture of the act and send it to my grandfather as humiliating proof. To top it all off, he ordered me to return this coming summer so we can take a return trip to the beach. I dread to think what new torments he will come up for me then.