I was taking a completely different picture, but noticed the wonder woman pillow beneath me, and there you go.
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It’s day 8 of the February Photo Fest challenge. I’m choosing to have my photos tell a horror story, a gay whore story if you will. If you haven’t been following along might I suggest you start atChapter 1
Chapter 8 of MAD HOUSE
I DON’T HAVE FUCKING TIME FOR A PSYCHO RIGHT NOW
Gage was feeling almost human, which wasn’t as good of a sign as you think it might be.
After watching an old sex tape he and Cum Bucket had made (way before he was a stereotypical 80’s slasher and when Cum Bucket still had a name he could use at the DMV) Gage began to experience unfamiliar sensations.
You might be familiar with feelings like happiness, sadness and regret but Gage got rid of any real feelings he felt awhile back. He still felt your more basic emotions but they were more like Diet Feelings. For Example, Diet Happiness still felt like it might be related to regular happiness (In theory) but it had zero calories and caused cancer in lab rats. Also when Gage felt anything stronger than mildly pleasant, mildly violent or mildly rapey it rarely turned out good for anyone.
He started to get very excited about all the not as cruel as usual things he wanted to say and do when he unchained Cum Bucket (Jacob ,A voice in his head whispered).
So when Gage walked down the cellar stairs and that fucking deceptive BITCH, FAG, CUNT, wasn’t locked up and waiting Gage saw red. blindingly Bright electric red!” “I’m going to gut him like a teenage street hooker” he said aloud, his body twitching.
“”You always go right to gutting them, ” a familiar voice said from behind him.
It was his sister! What the fuck! “I told you in an email what you needed to do if you want to rejoin the family. Until then you don’t get a dime of our family money. ”
“No hi, how you doing?” She asked .” What’s it like when Nobody Knows that they should be very Afraid of you? How many livers have you Destroyed this week? ”
“So how many livers have you Destroyed this week? ” Gage teased, knowing she meant to say lives or maybe lovers but the spell check changed it making her look stupid.
“No wonder you need to brainwash and torture the weak just so they will be your dog”
“Where the fuck is my Cum Bucket? ” Gage shouted, way overreacting.
“Relax, he’s helping me work on that project you wanted done. Big brother,” she said with More than a little resentment in her voice. “That cruel pointless project that’s just meant to punish me. ”
“I had to do out when I came back” he almost whined.
“And look how fucked up that turned out, ” she almost pleaded.
“Go back to your pretend life!” He snapped waking up the stairs once again. ” You lose out on the power of being feared, the massive amounts of money and an outlet for your dark side (and I know you have a very dark side, sister) but you walk away with true love. You’ll be a destitute nobody, but think of all the love!” He almost choked on his own vomit and He could feel her flipping his back off while he went by.
Gage ducked into a bathroom to think. That was a truly weak reaction he told himself. Completely childlike.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glass in the mirror begin to change. It began to swirl about and make interesting colors. Either a portal to Hell was opening or he was warming up for his bi annual psychotic break. He liked how good ass looked in Hell though.
He knew what would come next. Who would come next
” You can’t really let her back into the family !” A demonic voice growled. “She’ll find a way to steal the power and the money and your place at the head of the family. ” If was his father in the mirror telling him what he should do, from Hell. Or his schizophrenia talking. It s probably Hell.
“Don’t talk down like I’m retarded” Gage snapped at the old man. ” I know what I have to do,”
The sister banged on the bathroom door ” we don’t have time for a fucking psycho right now!” She said. Go take your meds, you aren’t going crazy tonight. Save it for another day Loony Tunes!”
Welcome to Day 7 of the February Photo Fest. I’m choosing to use my photo or more a day challenge to tell a sex and horror filled serial. If you haven’t , you may want to start with chapter 1
Mad House Chapter 7
Before they were Monsters
In the present you know his as a sex slave with an expressionless mask fused to his face, who is unable to speak due to a missing tongue. But he hasn’t always been the perversion of humanity known as Cum Bucket. Before that he was just a guy named Jacob who played guitar and sold decent sized bags of pot to most of the under 30 crowd that hadn’t managed to escape Devils Point for a nicer place to live.
And before he was the sadistic monster from our collective torture Porn nightmares, Gage was a boy trying to escape his father and the twisted family legacy that threatened to consume him. His sister had just found the courage to give the proverbial middle finger to their family name and everything it represented. Gage halfway believed that a future as anything other than the Steele heir was possible.
Believe it or not, and I don’t blame you if you don’t, Gage and Jacob were two boys in love.
For a brief but happy period Gage said goodbye to the family money and the family curse and he let love make him something kind of human.
Of course it wasn’t meant to be. Obviously, but it was the happiest either one of them would probably ever be.
Whether it was through threats or bribes or a lot of both, Gage eventually returned to Devil’s Point in time to take the reins of evil his father was oh so good at controlling.
Of course young Gage wasn’t strong enough or selfless enough to leave Jacob behind so that he could have a real shot at life so he brought him back home in the only role his father would find acceptable. He didn’t come back as a partner, or boyfriend, or anything that could be mistaken as close to equal. He moved into the Steele Mansion that loomed menacingly over the town of Devil’s Point as a sex slave. Gage used the love Jacob felt as a weapon against him. And the evil patriarch used the entire process as a tool to finally pull Gage over the line into full-blown darkness.
By the time the old man died Jacob was no longer Jacob and Gage was no longer a person who would know love if it grabbed him in the park and raped him.
Gage pushed pause on the old sex tape he had made with a guy named Jacob years ago. He didn’t feel regret but he felt something close to nostalgic and made his way down to the basement, where he knew he would find Cum Bucket chained up and ready
That’s not what he found.
see who else is participating in the February Photo Fest, click on the picture below. Hopefully the other photos will be more sexy and less fucked up. or not.
Day 3 of February Photo Fest. If you haven’t read it already here is Chapter 1
Scary leather guy heard me make a slight noise from behind the boxes I was using as a hiding place.
I could see him stop what he was doing to listen. His muscles tensed up as he strained to pick up the slightest sound. .
“Don’t move don’t move don’t Move ” ran through my head like a mantra.
He sensed something, i could tell. He turned around and looked over in my direction.
“Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t even breath” I told myself as he came closer. He sensed me, I could feel it.
“Aghhhh” Cum bucket yelled as if to say “I told you so!
“I told you to shut the fuck up” leather guy yelled and focused all his sadistic attention on making cum bucket shriek in pain
Go to Chapter 4
February Photo Fest has begun. This is a blogging challenge in which you post at least erotic type pic a day.I’ve decided (3 days in) that if want my photos to tell a story. So I went back and I’m creating a story using the pics I already posted and hopefully readers week go back and read this do it makes sense. On with our story… ( after this the story part will probably be much shorter than this set up)
on the third day of watching the house I finally got a break when a car pulled out of the garage and drove away.
I managed to break a window in the cellar and climb into the house. I didn’t know how long he would be away or if there were others in the house, but I couldn’t wait any longer. The last time anyone had seen my fiancé she had gone into this fucking place and if the police weren’t going to do anything I would.
There was a dim light in the corner of the cellar and that’s when I knew all the rumors I’d heard about this place were true. There was a chained up and half-naked man on an old couch.He had a freaky white mask over his face. Jesus Christ, the mask was fused onto his skin.
Before I could slip back into the shadows he saw me and began to make muffled grunting noises. I couldn’t understand the words but he was obviously pleading for help.
“Sorry man I’m not here for you” I whispered. I was here for Jill.
“I’ll send help for you once I find my fiance.”I didn’t have time to help him and when the man came back I didn’t want him to know I’d been here. When he realized I wasn’t going to rescue him he began thrashing around banging his chains together.
“Are you trying to get me caught, you piece of shit?” I asked incredulous as we heard a door open and shut upstairs.
The man was back.
But it’s a very very wonderful ass.
It’s so perfectly bubbly.
It doesn’t taste at all like ass. The flavor is reminiscent of cotton candy and sunshine on a perfect spring morning. And maybe a touch of Irish Springs.
I wonder how you get it so fresh and clean. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that you don’t use it to do the same dirty business the rest of humanity does. Does waste immaculately leave your body the way the virgin Mary got a baby in hers?
I’m in love your beautiful pink hole. I could bury my face in there and make out with it for hours
Of course your glorious butt and body and face would be the only thing about you I love. Or even like.
Everything else about you gets on my last nerve.
You’re loud and arrogant.
You are the most shameless self promoter, constantly telling anyone forced to listen (while they wait to buy euphoric energy or sex because you’re a drug dealer and a whore) how great and smart and valuable you are. If you really believed that you wouldn’t be stuck on a constant infomercial for yourself.
You take everything the wrong way because you don’t understand so much in your ignorance and you like to argue.
You’re seriously more self involved (obsessed) than a drag queen.
I find myself constantly wishing someone would put a dick in your mouth. I would do it but i want to focus on putting my face in your sweet sweet ass.
I wonder if I paid for your time if you would shut up and let me enjoy you.
I’m thinking about paying for you.
Click on the lips to see the dirty pictures of other Sunday sinners
I originally posted this last Sunday until I realized it was prompt week and the prompt was about not using any words. being that this post is full of words i quickly posted something else. And then after America shamefully proved its own stupidity I changed the words a bit. the trap in my first draft was sex and drugs and I was the prey…but it’s different now….like I said I changed it a bit.
The spider spins its web and then sits back and admires its work. It doesn’t mean to brag, it thinks bragging is for those of questionable character like the new president, but this new trap is a work of unquestionable genius. It just is.
It’s experimented with different webs, nothing like the ones it grew up making. It doesn’t think it’s mother would approve of its use of bait, but she wouldn’t have been able to argue with the results.
It creates a different web for each victim , which is easy once it knows its victims weakness. It was far more ambitious this time. The bait for its masterpiece includes anger, hate and fear. Make it all reek of money and ego and …BINGO. It’s prey discovers too late what it was leaping into with such enthusiasm. the spider made no attempt to disguise the web and it’s sinister purpose. The prey made its own choice. They made their own choices. They deserve what they get.
They won’t get out now
I’m not saying you have a small cock.
I mean it’s nice and thick.
It’s above average for a human.slightly.
a white one .
My dog has one like it.
His is a bit bigger but he’s a big dog
Don’t go getting your feelings all twisted up,
I didn’t say I didn’t like it
. I do.
It’s very red and bumpy.
You’ve been checked for STD’s, right?
Maybe you should.
I just assumed that Satan would have a more…i don’t know a more satanic cock.
I don’t owe you my soul for this do I?
because I feel if anybody owes somebody something I’m kinda the one on my knees here.
Who cares what i think anyway, I’m some kind of fucking clown
I’ve been working on season 1 of my podcast that I’m doing with two female friends and former porn clerks called “SEX PARTY”. We get together once a week to drink and party a little while we talk about various sexual subjects and usually an interesting guest. We are almost done with the first season and will release it soon. I can’t wait. Topics we have discussed include: working at a porn store, sex & drugs, jerking off, fetishes, number of sex partners, fucking, bottoms, sluts, whores, gays, anonymous sex, relationships,etc. Etc. Basically anything and everything to do with sex. Stay tuned for the release. It’s going to be good.
Dirty Books-an erotic genre crossing perverse adventure
Chapter1… Fun with Jones and West
In which we are introduced to our heroes and start our perverted adventure.
In the year 3013 the world as we know it has changed dramatically. After years of war, terrorist attacks and political upheaval much of the worlds population is controlled by an extremist religious political organization known as The Word. The Word is a brutally repressive theocracy whose ruling powers, the Neo Puritans, keep control through a mix of technology, magic and fear. Sex is outlawed and all reproduction strictly controlled by the state through non sexual means. Reading is the only affordable means of entertainment to reach the masses, but anything sexual has been redacted. A process called “proofreading” allows a select group of “editors” to venture into the living “world” of literature to keep anything forbidden off of the pages, preventing the public from being tainted by “dirty thoughts”
A sexual terror group known as S.C.R.E.W (Society to Corrupt and Resexualize the Entire World) has fought back. They intend to put their own agents, the Sex Offenders, into the book world to reintroduce as much filthy sex as they can
S.C.R.E.W’s latest attempt appears to have worked. Two sex offenders, Fucker Jones and Honey West have infiltrated the Central Library, killed two Editors and have taken their powerful E-Readers.
“We still don’t fully understand how these new Imperial E-Readers work so this may be the last time we see each other”. Honey pressed her strong, curvaceous body close to her long time fuck buddy and kissed him deeply.
Fucker Jones ran his rough hands down Honey’s back down to her delicious ass as the Puritan Editors started blasting though the barricades blocking the doors. Fucker allowed himself one last feel of the ass he was fucking only two hours earlier. He made himself pull away and activate his E-Reader.
Honey did the same and they each aimed the devices at separate books opened up on the table in front of them
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Fucker Jones said, preparing to dive into his book,” You’ll get to suck my cock again.”
“if you’re a lucky Fucker.” Honey West jumped into her book as she shouted the S.C.R.E.W motto “Fuck the World.” In an instant she was gone.
Fucker picked up her book and smiled when he saw the cover. “Dick and Jane go to College”. “That perverted bitch,” he said to himself. He opened the book briefly, spending time he didn’t have, and was proud to see she had already begun to change the text, and theoretically the world.
Dick and Jane tell Mother and Father goodbye.
Jane makes a new friend at school.
Jane’s new friend’s name is Honey.
Jane really likes Honey.
Honey really likes Jane.
Jane and Honey really like each other.
Jane is confused by the new feelings she has when she and Honey are together.
“Don’t be scared .” Said Honey “Don’t be scared Jane.”
Honey hugged Jane.
Jane hugged Honey.
Honey and Jane hugged each other.
“Now close your eyes Jane,” said Honey.
“Close your eyes and you will get a surprise.”
Jane liked surprises.
Jane closed her eyes.
Honey kissed Jane.
Jane is surprised.
Jane likes her surprise.
Honey put her tongue in Jane’s mouth.
Jane is very surprised.
“That is called French kissing,” said Honey.
“I like French kissing,” Jane said. “French kiss me again.”
Honey French kissed Jane again.
Jane French kissed Honey.
Honey and Jane French kiss..
Honey put her hand on Jane’s upper thigh.
Jane felt funny.
Jane felt good.
Jane felt funny and good.
Jane’s pussy felt wet.
Honey did things that made Jane’s pussy get wet.
Jane’s pussy got wetter and wetter.
“Did you like that Jane?” Honey asked.
“I did! I did!” Jane said. Jane clapped. Jane clapped for Honey.
“Where is Dick?” Honey asked. “I want to show Dick some fun things we can do together.”
Fucker Jones flipped quickly towards the end of the small reader.
“Turn around Dick,” said Honey. “Turn around Dick so I can peg you.”
“What is pegging?” asked Dick.
“I said turn around mother fucker so I can fuck your little virgin ass and make you squeal like a pig while your sister jerks off!” Honey said.
Back inside the library the Puritanical Agents blasted away more of the barricade and part of the door. Fucker Jones quickly put Honey’s book back on the shelf, hopefully giving her more time before the Editors could come after her. He wouldn’t have that same luxury. He was out of time. Fucker leapt into his book and was gone.
A group of Editors burst through the doors into a empty room. It was empty except for the two dead agents and a copy of the Holy Bible lying open on an otherwise empty table.
Chapter 1 is my submission for Wicked Wednesday. This weeks prompt was “Reading”. Click on the wicked Wednesday logo to see much more wicked entries