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.


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 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.


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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.


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


Sit BooBoo Sit. Good Dog- photo fest day 5

Quick note.. 4 days into this blogging challenge I decided to make a story with the images as well as with words and that it would be , like the name of my blog suggests, a gay whore / horror story. So I added text to those first posts that didn’t have them previously and turned this into a continuing story. If you care about the story there’s no better place to start than Chapter 1 now on with the show


Previously Gage, the sadist wearing all leather and a ever expanding variety of masks, had begrudgingly put punishing Cum Bucket on hold in order to deal with the new dog.

“Come on Little Shit” Gage unlocked the cage, “Let’s go outside and go potty. Hurry up!”

“Like I’ve repeatedly told your, uh, wife,” Little Shit crawled out of the , cage and attempted to stand up,”I believe there’s been some sort of mix up. My name is Arthur Cave. I’m an accountant, I don’t know who this Little Shit is but I believe he would be more suited to play this role than I–ughh!”

One of Gage’s BIG heavy work boots was making contact with Little Shit’s rib cage sending him sprawling across the floor and most importantly off his hind legs (well, just legs I guess). One of Gage’s BIG heavy work boots was making contact with Little Shit’s rib cage sending him sprawling across the floor and most importantly off his hind legs (well, just legs I guess).
“I’ll say this once So consider this your first and final warning” Gage explained in an eerily even tone. ” You are Little Shit 3.  I’m your master and owner and I want to love you as unconditionally as you love me.The lady little shit had a real bad end,  and I miss him and need you to be him right now.

You need tho be my Good boy. Good boys get treated real good. You can  sleep in my bed and curl up at my feet and when in high enough you get to lick peanut butter off my balls.

You also get fed and when you are very good you get your shots.  Quicker than you think is possible you’ll do just about anything for one of your shots. Trust me on that one.

Bad dogs who try to talk and walk and run off like a stupid human get it bad. Not only do you get castrated so you don’t have any bad pups, but you get a worse punishment.

This is my favorite part,  so listen up. Bad dogs who keep talking and acting and escaping like a stupid human get castrated so that they don’t have pups . and the pups that they used to have will get a nasty visit from a real life monster. Do you think Bobby and Billy have a chance against a real monster?  Don’t doubt for one second that I am truly a monster and Only a piece of shit would sic me on his children.
. So, now you have avery big decision to make. Are you going to be a good boy ,Little Shit or are you just a piece of shit?”.

The accountant may not have understood why or how his life had taken such a dramatic turn but clearly this was about more than him. Would he chose to be brave the one time it mattered?

“I’m Little-” he started to say but caught himself ,hopefully in time. Instead he put his paws in the air as if to beg for his children’s safety.


Gage let out a childlike “hurrah!” As he strapped a, black puppy mask on Little Shit’ s head. “That’s a good boy. You’ve earned this” he praised Little Shit as he pulled out a needle and injected him.

“Of course you’ll still be punished for those two Human words that just came out of your mouth, i was clear about that but because I love you I promise I will only make that visit to one of your puppies. I’ll even let you choose which one it will be. Think on that and let me know when you wake up.”


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