Bullies No More

I had warned these two to stop bullying my brother. They hadn’t listened though. Maybe it’s because they are racists, who knows. I may not look intimidating, but I’m also no pushover. I have special gifts, and a cruel streak when I get mad. Now that I have them tied up and have the rest of the world convinced they’re dead, it’s time to start training them for their new lives of servitude. I can’t wait to break in their asses. And once they’re good and broken, I’ll let my brother come in and choose which one he wants to keep as a slave. The other I’m going to keep.

Slave Baby Romance

 

When I came home and found my two diaper slaves like this, I couldn’t help but smile. They had both insisted when I bought them from their folks that they were not gay. But young men are horny men and being confined to a diaper I knew they would break. It had taken a while and some mental manipulation but they had already grown to love sucking my dick. Now seeing how much love has grown between them warms my heart. They’re clearly soulmates, whether they want to admit it or not. Maybe I’ll let them take their diapers off soon so they can learn to love anal too.

Ungrateful Slave

I swear boy all you do is complain. Here I am trying to be a reasonable master and you keep throwing it back in my face. You’re a slave now, there’s no getting around that. I’ve tried compromising, I tried listening to you. You said you didn’t want to have to be naked outside the house, so I fixed it so you didn’t have to be. Now you’re complaining because your cock is hanging out. Tough shit. Keep complaining and I’ll cut out the back of your pants so that everyone can see your plugged-up ass as well. Yes, that’s right, I can be a cruel master as well. Hell, I’m thinking I might just call up all your old buddies and have them come and see just what a worthless piece of shit you are. They might even give your ass a good pounding as well. How’s that sound? You going to keep complaining?

Miracle Worker

I knew this guy could work miracles. And I was desperate. If the cancer had been inside me, I wouldn’t have cared, but I loved my daughter and I couldn’t let such a young child suffer. Of course I didn’t want to take a dick up the ass, but it was the only way.

The ceremony was weird, nearly demonic, but when it was over, I left planning on never seeing the man again. The cancer was gone within days, but I couldn’t be happy. Because all I could think about was cock. It seems that I not only gave this man my anal virginity, but also my sexuality and love. Within days I abandoned my family and returned to him, because I realized the only thing in life that truly maters is worshiping Satan through the worship of dicks.

Snitches Get Dicks

 

The saying was snitches gets stitches, but Jacob and Malcom had a better way of dealing with nosy neighbors. Mark was one of those neighbors who had called the cops on them, thinking they were running a drug ring out of their house. What he didn’t realize was that they were doing something far more sinister. They were kidnapping white men and turning them into slaves that they then sold off. And when Mark tried to rat them out, he inadvertently volunteered himself to be their next slave. Sure they won’t get the money out of him a fresh college boy would get them, but he’ll still end up selling pretty well. That is after they have their fun with him. Hell, maybe they’ll keep him as one of their own house fags.

Black Owned Slave

I looked at the picture my brother text me and felt disgust, confusion and fear. Was this some kind of joke? Why did he look so happy? And why did it say ‘YUR NXT’ under the picture.

Then came the next picture, which was a close up of my brother taking a big fat black dick up his ass. I looked back at the first picture and realized that the man to my brother’s right was our high school science teacher Mr. Moore. My phone rang. It was my brother. I immediately told him to knock off whatever joke this was, but it wasn’t his voice, it was Mr. Moore’s voice, giving me instructions to meet them at our old high school gym at 8 pm. I could hear Liam’s voice in the background moaning like a bitch.

I don’t know why I obeyed. I didn’t plan on doing it, but still I somehow found myself standing in the gym at the time told to me. I watched as Mr. Moore and two other black men came waltzing in. My brother was with them, on his hands and knees, naked, collared and leashed, with a huge smile.

“Are you ready for your life of servitude to begin?” Mr. Moore asked me. He snapped his fingers and the next thing I knew I was smiling ear to ear, begging him to make me his slave. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees sucking black dick beside my brother, both loving and hating every second of it, knowing that this will be my life from now on.

Stepbrother Fag

 

My step-brother Allen had always been on the strange side, but here lately he had been acting weirder than normal. I had tried asking him what was wrong but I kept getting the cold shoulder.

Well one night, after work, we got into it. It started over something stupid, so stupid I can’t recall what it was. It started to escalate and Allen tried to take off, but I wouldn’t let him. It eventually reached the point where I told him to “kiss my ass”, and you know what, he did. I was stunned at first, but then everything clicked. I tested my hypothesis and told him to suck my dick, and that’s exactly what he started doing. As it turns out, his ex-girlfriend was a witch, and she put an obedience curse on him. He’s incapable of disobeying me, which of course I took advantage of.

Allen is now more-or-less my live in fag. I had always thought he was cute, and having the kind of sexual power over him I do is an amazing high. Is he happy to be my fag, well he wasn’t at first, probably still isn’t, but I don’t care. It’s hot, it’s fun, it’s intoxicating. Fucking your brother is a blast, even if it is a brother from another mother.

Gay and Not Gay

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Woke

It had been a wild night of drinking as usual for Richard. It wasn’t uncommon for him to black out and wake up the next morning somewhere strange. But this morning was going to be the strangest morning of his life.

Waking up in some stranger’s bed, he initially thought he had gotten lucky. However, when he saw the “Black Power” shirt he was wearing, he started to get goosebumps. Why would he be wearing such a shirt? Also why was his body so sore?

Inspecting his body he learned that he had tattoo’s that hadn’t been there before. Disturbing and demeaning tattoos that he would never had chosen, like “Black Man’s Bitch”.

He tried to leave the strange room he had awoken in but found himself unable to cross the threshold. His body just wouldn’t obey. His mind kept telling him that his master would be back for him soon. Somehow, he just knew he was a slave now, and he was scared out of his mind. Even scarier was the desires he was feeling to worship this master’s cock with his mouth and ass.

Richard had started out a typical white boy, now he was a bitch for black cock.

Master's Dinner Party

 

My name is Chad, and I used to be a man. I think the only word that fits me now is slave.

I know I look happy, but on the inside it’s the exact opposite. I hate what I have become, but there’s nothing I can do. Master has control over my mind and body.

How did this happen? Well, I was a college jock; I'd gotten a scholarship for playing baseball. The deal was I had to keep my grades up. My Freshman year was fine, but then in my Sophomore year, I ended up in Astrology with Professor Grey. I was struggling, science was never my strong suit. I went to the professor and asked him for help, and he claimed that if I helped him with an experiment he was doing after school, he would pass me. I foolishly agreed, and soon I was in his lab with a VR-like helmet over my head. Thirty minutes later when I took the helmet off, I was under his complete control. Unable to disobey any directives, I found myself forced to drop out of school and become his full-time slave, doing work around his house and keeping his cock happy.

So how did I become dickless? Well after a few months of slavery, I found a loophole and managed to escape. I managed to get back to my old dorm and tell my best bud what was happening to me. Unfortunately, Master caught up with me. He then put that helmet on Adam and sold him off. Then to punish me, he put me in a deep sleep and when I awoke, my manhood had been replaced by this hole.

So, I haven’t seen you here at one of Master’s parties before. I’m busy preparing the dinner as you can see, Master loves throwing these parties just to humiliate me.

Well, go take a seat, dinner is about done. And don’t worry about that boner. I’m sure I’ll end up with my lips around it sooner than later.

Kinky

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Sold

Good news Slave 1259, you finally got sold. Well, I guess that’s good news for me anyway. This guy saw your picture on the black web and knew he had to own you. Apparently, you two went to school together, he said you and your football buddies would bully him something fierce. I think he’s looking forward to returning the favor, I’m sure that ass of yours won’t be virgin very much longer.

Beg Slave

"Please sir, I don’t want to be a slave. Please just let me go, my father is filthy rich, he will pay you much more if you let me go than whoever hired you to turn me."

“Stupid slut, who do you think hired me? It was your dad. He said he was tired of you wasting your life. Don’t worry your empty little head though, in just three months you’ll be happily back home, collared and riding your daddies prick like a good little cock-slut slave."

Doggy Brother Slave

Look at your brother. Look how happy he is now. It just took three months of intense training. Soon you’ll be just as happy as he is, once your training is through that is. Now stop those threats or I’ll have to gag you. You’re a slave now, you don’t have a choice in the matter. And don’t worry too much, I’m not going to make you a doggy slave like your big brother. No, I think you’ll make a much better Toilet Slave.

Choices

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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.

New Job

Jerry was happy just to find a job. And for it to be a job with a high salary, and to be the assistant to one of the most powerful CEO’s in the country was just an unbelievable bonus. So Jerry didn’t bother to read the iron clad long contract and just signed it showing up to work the next day ready to go. But when he arrived he found out that he wasn’t the assistant he thought he was going to be, he was the man’s sex assistant, and Jerry found himself a slave, unable to resist any order given to him. At first it was bad, he had to blow the cock of his boss/master and friends, while he also would get fucked up the ass, which being a straight guy Jerry didn’t care for. But then it just got overly sick and weird, starting with him having to wear a diaper all day long and be changed like a baby too when boss/master started making him eat his shit straight from the asshole. Luckily for Jerry his contract will be up in exactly 50 years, which means on his 75th birthday he’ll be a free man again. 

 

Midget Camp

This here is a special group of midgets belonging to a secret society. Their only purpose in life is to punish. Punish who? Heterosexual men. Not all heterosexual men, just certain ones. The two on the right go around the world and find men. They have specific types they are looking for, usually tall men who are jerks. The only real requirement they have though is that the man has to have bullied/made-fun of any guy who is shorter than they are (even if it is all in so-called ‘good fun’).

Once the scouting midgets find these tall jerks, they use their special gifts to kidnap them and send them to Midget Camp which is ran by the other five midgets pictured above. This camp is a magical place used to punish these jerks. Once transported here, a man will be stripped of clothes and free will. He will spend at least twenty years here as a slave. It is the midget’s job to torture this man in unique and sexual ways until they are 100% broken, and that still wont be good enough. With their supernatural abilities, the midgets can do any number of strange things to one of these men; like transform him into a beast, make his cock disappear, or replace his mouth with an asshole. That’s just some of the non-creative things they tend to start out with.

There are currently 2,956 men in the Midget Camp, with around 60 to 80 being added every year. The men aren’t just there to be tortured though. They have one other purpose, to be wombs. The midget’s special seed can only impregnate males, but only the hottest and most deserving of the slaves in the camp get the honor of being chosen to carry the midget’s babies.

After a full twenty years have passed, the men can be granted parole if they are lucky enough. Most never receive this gift, most men remain in the camp for the rest of their lives. Those who do receive parole though don’t receive freedom, instead they become a slave to some rich bastard willing to pay the midgets large sums of money.

Snitches Get Cocks Shoved in Their Mouths

Tyrone here thought he was going to marry a rich white girl, get out of the run-down area he grew up in and live a long and happy life. His problem though was that he was too honest for his own good.

He had been so close to getting out, he’d been engaged with a decent job at a family owned grocery store that paid really well. He was going to college to get a law degree. Everything was going good until one night a few weeks before the big wedding when he witnessed a terrible murder committed by the Black Eyes (the local gang). He told the cops everything he had saw. He knew he shouldn’t for his own good, the Black Eyes were notorious for punishing snitches (although no-one knew exactly how they went about punishing them).

After giving his statement, Tyrone left the police station and found his mind overcome with an intense need to serve. He began walking, not knowing where he was going or how to stop himself, and soon he was in the Black Eyes hideout, the whole gang there waiting for him.

As Tyrone got banged by every cock in the abandoned building, he learned that for being a snitch, he was going to spend the rest of his life as an obedient, cock hungry slave. He didn’t know what supernatural force they were using to make him this way, but he believed him, and that’s how his life went until another man decided to snitch on them. When that day finally came after a few years, Tyrone was sold to a sadistic, rich, perverted white guy who made the things the gang did to him seem childish.

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.