The 365 guys in 365 days challenge


I’m going to have sex with a different guy everyday for a year.

Yeah you read that right. It’s the 1 a day challenge, no affiliation with the vitamin.

You are  wondering why.  I’m honestly wondering that myself.

Maybe it will justify my sex addiction, at least for the next year.  Or maybe it will cure it. That works for drug addicts ,right?

Maybe it will give me something I have to write about everyday in this blog and it will be a great jumping off point for my one man podcast I want to do while my sex party podcast is on hiatus.  So am I doing this for content?  Kind of.

Is this all just a stunt? Well yeah, duh.

It’s been done before.  A Russian artist had sex with 365 guys in 365 days and he even had sponsors and he got an article in the Huffington Post

I probably won’t get any Huffington Post article because it’s been done before, but it might help out my blog, podcast and YouTube channel.

So here are the rules.

It would be preferable  if it was one guy a day,  but there will probably be days when I can’t do it because I have the flu or I’m getting married that day. So I’m going to count it when I have a three some or go to a sex party. At the end of the month the total must be equal to or greater than the number of days in that month.

I count almost  everything sexual as sex. So yes oral counts.  Hand jobs even count,  but I’ve never really been one to stop at a hand job so it won’t be 300 hand jobs,  don’t worry about that.

Today is day 3, I started this a coupler of days ago because once I get an idea in my head I need to start it immediately.  As of right now I have had sex with 3 guys, and I have another one waiting in the theater here at work. I’m trying to stay on top of things.

I will do a write-up on every trick when I can but right now I need to get back to work.


I suck at following through with things. Take the February Photo Fest challenge. All I had to do was post an erotic photo once a day for the month  of February.  Instead I tried to make an erotic horror story around the pictures but by day 10  I didn’t have the picture I needed and crash. I began posting erratically. For the 2 people who were following that story I am going tho finish it.  The only thing I’ve ever managed to stick with for any length of time has been feeding my dog homemade dog food which i have kept up for 2 years now because I love her.

I have a good feeling about this one too. This is something I can do


There’s nothing to fear if he’s wagging his tail

  1. The February Photo Fest picture a day story was preempted  the last few days because of..   Because of Donald Trump,  yeah that’s the story.  I promise tho post multiple photos over the next couple of days do we might catch up.  Today however is a Sinful Sunday so that means just one (maybe 2) pictures.  If you’re interested  in the gay whore story horror story Chapter 1 is the best place to start.

Day 19 of MAD HOUSE

Little Shit, the unfortunately named accountant turned “puppy” who had become the property of the schizophrenic psychopath Gage woke with a start.

He had no idea what woke him up or where he was for one  brief colourful second.  But the aches and pains and overwhelming nausea brought him back to his new nightmare reality. He was  pretty confident the pain was a result of withdrawal from whatever drug Gage kept injecting into him.

Something else came  back to him.  Very briefly he remembered the events from last night that he  previously blocked.  When the impossibly unbearable memory flooded back his very efficient mind went to  work reblocking the realization.

“No,” Little Shit said out loud in an uncharacteristic act of bravery.  “I need to remember ”

  The mind is an incredible thing.  It knew the accountant playing a puppy could not handle the knowledge. His brain snapped. What took over  was pure animal instinct. He no longer cared what happens to himself and playing nice did not keep both of his sons safe.

He would track down the monster who did this and rip its throat out and devour his dead heart. 

The butt plug puppy tail he was wearing began to twitch. From a distance you might think this was a good sign. When you came close enough to hear the deep animal growl you would know Better.


Check out other sinful Sunday pictures.  Love the sin and the sinner.


i think a change will do me (good?) (in?)- february photo fest dsy 15

Day 14 of the MAD HOUSE  photo story. If your just starting the tale I would check out Chapter 1.


Hero didn’t stop to see what the fuck just happened.  As far as he could tell the German dude in the dress they called Mrs.  Garrett just saved his life.  Who she had saved him from Hero hadn’t a clue. Get could only assume the costume he had decided to wear was fooling enough people into thinking he was Gage that it inspired enough love and hate that was both so blessing and a curse.

The house was so big it would take days to search for Jill without help.  His best bet,  and the right thing to do would be to unchain that pathetic Cum Bucket and hope for the best.  Ge might know where Jill was being kept and lead him right to het.

Or he could literally stab Hero in the back.  And fuck him as he lay bleeding to death.  Such a lovely way to go.

Hero found the cellar stairs and decided to gamble big and let the fucker go.  There might be a chance he wasn’t suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.  A tiny one.

At first he thought maybe Cum Bucket was gone.  It was so dark he couldn’t make out anything.  Fortunately Hero was a pot smoker and he had a lighter in him.

Using the small flame Hero scanned the cavernous cellar.  He almost screamed when the ghostly light revealed Cum Bucket standing less than a foot in front of his face.

“Fuck me Christ!”, Hero screamed out,  before regaining his cool.  “Hey Buddy,  I told you I would come back and save you. Just lay back on the couch and let me find the right key.  It would be great if this time you didn’t try to get me murdered.”

Cum Bucket lay back as he was instructed but gave no sign about what he was thinking. There was something else different about him,  besides the fact that someone had put a dress on him since they last met.

“I just want to find my fiancée Jill and get the fuck–” Hero was interrupted by Cum Bucket making a Hyperion excitable sound of recognition,  and it sounded like he was saying the name Jill!

fade to black: day 13 if feburary photo fest

Day 13 of February photo fest us upon us!  I took a couple of days off which is against the rules,  but I’ve been adding more than 1 photo per day so I feel justified.  If your new to the story check out Chapter 1.

Day 13 of MAD HOUSE


Hero put thoughts of trying to save Cum Bucket out of his mind and instead went exploring the great house. It wasn’t long before he found what he assumed was Gage’s master suite/ playroom.  Luckily the keys he found on the floor of the androgenous German (yes he’s German  did I forget to mention that?)  Housekeeper Mrs Garrett’s room allowed him to get inside.

Hero searched the room yet found nothing that might lead him to his missing fiancee.  He did find a gigantic closet full of costumes.  It really did seem like this theatrical maniac rarely wore normal street clothes.

Deciding it might be a good idea to put on a Gage costume in case any members of the staff saw him,  he put on a mask and the least revealing thing he could find.

Hero exited the costume department and made his way to the exit,  confident he could pass for Gage as long as he didn’t need to speak.

Unbeknownst to him he was being watched closely by a fellow mask wearer.

As Hero reached the exit the person following him got close enough to stab him with a pair of scissors,  if that’s what he wanted to do.  It turns out thsts exactly what he wanted to do.

It all happened so fast but the rooms only light source seemed to explode sending sparks showering down on Hero and his would be attacker before plunging them into total darkness.

Hero most definitely would have been stabbed by the attackers scissors had a third-party not intervened. There was a scuffle and a shot rang out. Hero turned to see what was happening but a loud androgynous German voice shouted “no sir! get out of here! you don’t want to see this!”

Without questioning what was probably a gift horse Hero exited stage right. ”

This has been a part of February Photo Fest.

I missed a couple of days of the challenge but I’m back on the horse.  Start from the beginning at Chapter 1

Day 12 of MAD HOUSE 

“You’ve Been a Very Bad Lady Boy”

Hero spent much of the night trapped under the bed of the lady boy housekeepers bed listening to the most depraved acts.  He actually fell asleep for a while only to be awaken by loud smacking sounds.  Apparently Mrs.  Garrett,  or whatever his name is,  needed taught a lesson  for what a dirty slut she had been that night.  Hero was glad somebody would be punished for the things he had been forced to listen to.

  • Finally it all came to a welcome end when Gage announced he and his human dog,  Little Shit needed to go a few towns over where Gage had a very special surprise for his new pal that would be really neato,  with the bonus of keeping the former accountant in line.

Gage and Little Shit left and Mrs. Garrett began snoring loudly soon after. As Hero began to slip out from under the bed he noticed a set of keys that Gage must have dropped during the hot oil wrestling portion of the nights festivities. Hero pocketed the keys and snuck out the door.

He could probably unlock that fucking snitch Cum Bucket and set him free so that Gage  could not finish the job of killing the pathetic fucker or he could just let fate take care of the tragic clown.  What to do?

It’s a freak show in here- photo Fest day 9

The guy in the beginning of this tale,  you know the dude who looking to rescue his missing fiancee…(way back Chapter 1) I guess you could call him the hero and since he never got hid own name that’s what we shall call him.

Hero had been pretty busy ervert since Gage took some time off from torturing Cum Bucket to go send to his dog,  the accountant who is great with numbers but not with being owned by a sadistic probable serial killer.

Hero managed to get up the cellar stairs and downthe hallway before almost being caught by the androgynous lady man housekeeper cool. He ducked into a bedroom and under the bed seconds before Sam Jones ( That’s the housekeepers name) flew into the room and threw itself into the bed.

Gage and his super high human dog soon followed and Hero was stuck under the bed for hours. Needless to say, if he survives the night he will have traumatizing accusations involving  Rachael Ray brand dog food, Little Orphan Annie, millipedes and the cast recording of Cats.

“I don’t have fucking time for a psycho right now! ” photo Fest day 8


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


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!”

Fucking cunt


Before They Were Monsters – Photo Fest day 6

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.