All participants are over 18. ***** It had been a week since I woke up with 'CUMSLUT' tattooed in bold red and black letters across my forehead. Those seven days had been filled with more hot, dirty sex than I would ever have imagined possible. I had lost count of the times I'd been taken. The vagrant, the grocery clerk and the butcher, the tattooist I con...
As his cock shuddered and filled my mouth with his silver cream, I groaned with an involuntary delight. I wondered how good an idea it had been to come here. This indignity, which nevertheless gave me wood, would be a small price to pay if I could delete this brand from my forehead. I had recently had a hook-up with a tattoo artist, which ended badly. I was...
All participants are 18 or over. ***** I walked into Vance's apartment building with wary trepidation. The last time I'd been here, my life was completely changed. I was drugged and unconscious in his apartment when the man called Vance tattooed the word CUMSLUT across my forehead. For a while, I had little memory of that night, but I sure had made some...
Sometimes I think I was born with a "fuck me" sign painted on my butt. But then, I seem to have been born with that young and vulnerable look that turns some men on, and I'll have to admit that I love being touched—especially in one particular sensitive spot below and to the left of my navel, where I have a blue rosebud tattooed. Ever since I started having...
My life had turned strangely since I woke up one morning with the nickname 'CUMSLUT' tattooed across my forehead. I've always been discreetly bisexual, but I recently had involved myself more in the gay dating scene across the city. One night, when I was clubbing with friends, we slowly got separated as we dropped by one venue after another. By the time, I...
Chapter Three: Charleston to Mobile "Where is it you're headed?" asked the man who sat down next to Gordy before the bus pulled out from Charleston, headed west. "Uh, L.A., I guess," Gordy said, still facing the window. Why had the man sat down next to him, he wondered. There were empty rows all over the bus. "Long way by bus. You going the whole way by b...
God, I hate the rain. It pounds against the plate glass windows at the front of the shop, a warm tropical rain that was typical for this time of year. Every late afternoon like clockwork, thick black clouds drift in from the Gulf and dump an inch or two of rain in about an hour. The temperature drops ten degrees, the streets flood, the roof leaks, and an ho...
Chapter Five: David Rapier was an interesting setup. Abilene is much like any other small city of about 100,000 people. The vice is there; it just isn't out in the front room. In the case of Rapier, the club was located in the heart of the red-light district of a few blocks around North and South 1st Streets. But out front was what would ordinarily be taken...
This story contains femdom, gay conversion, extreme humiliation, BDSM aspects, and frankly, is fairly extreme. If you enjoy it, please check out Power Trip, by wally_west, who inspired this story. ***** That evening Nicholas took a very long shower. He was finally unlocked again, and the soreness of his anus made it difficult to clean. Despite being free,...
Angel Saviter walked out of his home of two years heading out to find a job. Angel is 22, about 5' 11" with black hair and coffee brown eyes. He was recently fired from his last job at Olive Garden because he would often get their late due to his lack of transportation. He was lucky that he didn't have to worry about paying rent because his Dad was always t...