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.

 

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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.

I THINK A CHANGE WILL DO ME… 

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

FADE TO BLACK

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.

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.

When you lie with dogs… photo Fest day 6

I swear this was ready to post by midnight but I fell asleep before posting it.  It’s still Monday somewhere dammit! If you are new to my serial horror saga I suggest you start with Chapter 1 it will make more sense.  And now for today’s edition.

CHAPTER 6 of MAD HOUSE.

When You Lie with Dogs

The accountant felt very stiff as he was waking up.  Literally every part of his body ached and he wanted to throw up.

“Oh that was a horrible nightmare” thought the part of his brain that wanted to pretend this was all a case of “it was  only a dream.”

But the cold dirty kitchen floor he was lying on and the wet  smelling mush he was currently face down in brought him cruelly back to his new reality.

I once was an accountant, but now I’m just a dog

The dog formerly known as an accountant for a conservative Christian non-profit was  now going exclusively by the dignified name of Little Shit. And judging by the taste in his mouth and the smell from his dog bowl he sure wasn’t getting the expensive dog food either.  This shit smelt like an old crab and a heavy flow day made a soup from last month’s abortion.

The previous night began to flood back into his conscience,.despite his best efforts to keep it buried.

Images of the previous nights horrors and probably whores

There were countless images of his new master giving him command after command in a bizarre”training” Session that incorporated  doses of sodomy as both a punishment and a reward.

There was also a woman present. Helpless victim or willing participant, he couldn’t say. Or maybe it was just her head.

If it hadn’t been her head somebody’s head figured prominently into the previous nights events.

Who knows,  he was really high from whatever the master injected him with.  I meant to capitalize Master when i thought it, I swear I did. Please don’t tell him, Little Shit silently pled, on the more than likely chance the master could read his thoughts.

There was one more memory.  It was about a choice he had made. That he was forced to make.  A seemingly impossible choice although it wasn’t because he Made it.  If he hadn’t, the outcome would have been twice As horrific. Dear God. He made a choice. But he couldn’t deal with that now. Right now he was getting sicker by the second and the only relief would come from another injection from his merciful master

 

Not All Dogs Go to Heaven – photo Fest day 4

Hello my little pervs,  lookie Loos and well wishers,  so i decided to turn my photo a day blog challenge into a real story.  I went back  to the beginning  and created a story around the pictures I had already posted. If you’re curious you’ll want to check out Chapter 1 . If you don’t want to do that then fuuuuuuck you. Just playing,  if you don’t care about a silly gay whore story (which really works with the name of my blog and which I plan to start doing More of) then just scroll down and look at the picture. Thank you so much.  Now let’s get back to the show.

 

  1. CHAPTER 4

From my hiding Spot behind the boxes I listened as Mr. Gay Leather sadistically beat Cum Bucket. Even though Cum Bucket had ratted me out it was still horrific listening to his abuse.

“Obviously taking away your tongue hasn’t done a thing to shut you up, ” Mr Leather scolded. “So what nonessential body part will it be this time? ”

Mr. Leather pulled a pair of gardening shears off the work bench from Hell  and shook then menacingly at the terrified masked Cum Bucket. “How important is ones nose in the scheme of things? ”

Cum Bucket let out a pathetic whimper which Made Mr. L giggle gleefully.  “I would argue that you won’t  need that laughably unnecessary wiener of yours ever again so–”

A loud androgynous voice at the top of the stairs interrupted Mr Leather’s sick game of torture porn.

“You best take your dog out to do its business Gage, it’s been in that damn  cage since Tuesday morning.

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