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.

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.

“That’s a fucking lie!” I guess his name is Gage now Continue reading “Not All Dogs Go to Heaven – photo Fest day 4”

Don’t move a muscle – Photo Fest day 3

 

Day 3 of February Photo Fest. If you haven’t read it already here is Chapter 1

 

Chapter 3

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

 

 

 

Just an Ass – Photo Fest day 2

It’s day 2 of February Photo Fest.  Here is your 2nd photo and chapter 2 of the story. If you haven’t read Chapter 1 you might want to.

Chapter 2 of MAD HOUSE

Whoever had come in through the front door immediately  opened the Cellar door and started coming down the stairs.

I quickly hid behind a stack of boxes as I heard the heavy thud of work boots reach the bottom steps.  Would the guy in the mask Rat me out because I didn’t rescue him or would he help me out for his own sake?

From where i was hiding I saw the man enter the room.  He was dressed in some sort of gay leather get up.

I made eye contact with the masked prisoner,  at least I think he is a prisoner.  It could just be some sex pervert. I willed him not to give me away. Please don’t give me away.

The sex pervert smiled.  Even with his face hidden beneath the Mask I knew he wss smiling,  the son of a cunt. Then he began making those animalistic grunts and screams of his. He gave me away.

“Shut the fuck up cum bucket,” the man growled, walking over to a set of drawers in the room.  I could only see the back of him, and he wasn’t paying any attention to Cum bucket, who started making more noise,  begging to be listened to.

I pulled out my blade in case the leather daddy freak did start showing cum bucket some attention.

Mr. Gay Leather grabbed the first thing within reach, a hammer,  and hurled it at cum bucket, who made a yelping sound when The hammer hit the side of his head, shutting him up fast.

Mr Leather pulled a mask out of the drawer and put it on,  completely covering his head and face.

I shifted my weight causing the floor to creek slightly,  and this is what Mr Gay Leather paid attention to….

Read Chapter 3

 

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