Day 4—Part 2 For his part Fat Sam blamed Scott for ruining his slave trading empire. He swore that someday he would have his revenge. Fat Sam moved his business interests into other areas of human depravity, and of course he made millions. For three years Fat Sam kept tabs on Scott. When he got word that Scott regularly crossed the border to play with a combo in a Mexican cantina Sam...
Riff Branson was a junior executive at Emperor International Cruise Lines (actually three separate lines with 46 ships). He had a law degree but spent most of his time riding roughshod over the Cruise Line’s advertising department. He supervised six men and women who kept the Company constantly in the public eye. They arranged all the normal advertising, scheduled dozens of events, arranged...
How I Got Under Your Skin Controlone We met one dark night in a loud gay bar just outside Miami. I came to visit you a week later. You were sitting in a chair in your living room watching TV; some insipid program about other people’s lives, movie stars, pretty people. It was a hot, humid Saturday night in June; you had the A/C on low. You were sitting there in a blue pocket t-shirt,...
Day 4, Part 1 As C walked toward the airport terminal James followed, half walking, half skipping, two feet behind his left arm. The boy couldn’t stop grinning. The pilots and flight crew were twenty feet behind them, bringing up the rear. As they were about to enter the building a square shouldered man, 5’9”, 160 lbs, green eyes, with a shock of brown hair that stuck up and seemed to...
The Flight C took his boy for a change of clothes. If they were going to travel together he had a specific idea in mind and for that the kid needed different clothes. Once they got into James’ room C turned the young man around. C said, “Let’s see what we’re going to do with you. You are a fucking mess.” The kid was covered in sweat from head to foot and he reeked of spunk and sex and...
Into The COCKpit James crawled to the door of the cockpit, reached up and knocked rather hesitantly, not knowing what to expect. The co-pilot opened the door and almost fell over the prostrated boy. The co-pilot, Steve, 5’10”, wavy sandy colored hair over his collar, broad shoulders, rather thin waist, cute, 26 years old, looking down said, “And what can I do for you?” James peered up...
The Movie In another part of the same room Jeff, the junior controller, was in his own predicament. When they stripped him and put him on the table it was discovered that he was “concealing” a rather large butt plug. Many questions followed and the masters finally got him to admit that he was currently living with a mid-level controller from another unit. This was “frowned on” by the...
The Party I worked like an obedient puppy-dog pussyboy to get myself in perfect order for my master. He gave me forty minutes to clean myself off head to toe inside and out. Man I could have used a demolition team. I was covered in sweat and cum and spit and boygoop and pussylube AND I WAS IN LOVE! So I labored for my master, to be his boy, to be perfect for him, as perfect as a...
Day Three The minute I heard a sound at the door, no even before that, I knew it was my master. I swear I can tell when he is near. I can feel it in my heart. I can feel it in my soul. I can feel it in my boycock and good god almighty I can feel it in my boypussy; I can FEEL HIM in my boypussy. He is my life. A moment after the sound I realized I wasn’t frozen so I leapt from my bed,...
Day Two-Conclusion My master opened the door and I began to tremble in his gaze. I want more than anything to please him, to be his pussyboy, to serve his needs. He said, “Let’s take a look at you cuntlips. Turn around.” As I turned he gave me instructions, “Arms up! Let’s see those pits. OK. They look OK. Keep turning. Come on boy stand up straight! I need to see that...
Face In The Mirror Day One I stand here staring into the mirror knowing that I should recognize the person looking back at me, but I keep drawing a blank. Who am I? How did I get here? Where did I come from? I only have bits and pieces. I should say that I’m only allowed bits and pieces. My name is Toy or Pussy or Cuntboy or Pussyface or cum dump, whatever I am told for the time, for...
The following week at work, I saw Ken maybe two or three times. Each time, I was passing his desk, and he was involved with something and didn’t see me going by, although we passed each other a couple of times in the hall, and he stopped me to talk each time. This was definitely an increase in the frequency of conversation between us, since we rarely spoke to each other before about anything...
Well, it happened. That’s all there is to it, and there isn’t anything I can do to change it, and in some respect, I wouldn’t want to change it. You see, I had been watching Ken for quite a while now – stealing glances at him as I walk by his desk, or listening to the sound of his voice when he would say hello to me. He had such a sexy voice. The pictures on his desk of his wife and kids...
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I felt like I was outside myself, looking at myself, but not being able to help myself. My body was being taken over by this young cocky punk and his potion, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it! “So now that Rasheed has taken you, it is time for the fun to begin!” my captor exclaimed! (Even in this altered state, the part of my brain that...
“I can’t believe what’s going on in the world today, and me, stuck with this stupid knee injury! I should be over there kickin’ ass with the rest of my guys!” That’s what I thought at the beginning of the day my life was forever changed… I was just recovering from knee surgery after my motorcycle lost a battle with an out of control car. Let me tell you a little about myself. I was cocky...
I'm 22, and always tend to date guys that are younger than me. However, this backfires because often, the guys I date aren't ready for a long-time commitment. This is the case with my recent ex, who has just turned 20, and who hurt me really bad. So, when I saw the ad in a local newspaper for a mind control device, I sprung to action, praying that it would work. I called up the...
“Wake.” I heard the voice and opened my eyes, feeling very strange and distant. I tried to blink my eyes, but nothing happened. Two men were standing in front of me: one tall, blond and good-looking, the other shorter, dark-haired and quite attractive. “Where am I?” Well, that’s what I tried to say, but nothing came out. I tried to raise a hand to attract the men’s attention, but...
One Man’s Rubbish By Peircedskin. This story contains gay themes, transformation, clothes fetish, and a whole host of weirdness. If you don’t like these things then tough, don’t read it…. Permission is granted to publish this story on non profit making sites only. If I ain’t sent it to you, ask me first before you publish. Part One. David was always what you would call frugal. ...
Revenge Is As Good As A Rest Copyright Peircedskin Permission is granted to post this story on non-profit making sites only Any comments or feedback gratefully received at peircedskin@hotmail.com Part 1. Samuel sat at his desk and contemplated the paperwork in front of him. Since his father had died, he had become the majority shareholder in Banks Building suppliers, with his ...
New Life. Copyright Peircedskin. All comments gratefully received at peircedskin@hotmail.com Prologue There was a time when I wouldn’t have thought about writing things down like this. There was a time once when I had a happy successful life married to my beloved wife, working in an interesting high paying job with numerous staff below me and good promotion potential. That was ...
One dreary day a couple of years ago my life changed when I stumbled across a box full of bottles of a clear liquid with a note attached to it. My curiosity got the better of me and I read it. It said, "Will change your life. Use as after-shave. BEWARE! Be careful what you say or think while using." My luck had not been that good recently so I thought why not, picked the box up...
Owning Eric, Part 1 Eric couldn't wait to get to the gym after work that night. Ever since he'd gotten those motivational tapes from his brother Danny while home on leave, Eric's workouts had been better than ever before. He entered the locker room and saw his workout buddy, Justin, changing into his gym clothes. Justin was an ensign; Eric's junior in both rank and age, since he was...
My monitor was a very attractive guy. Ever since I got into this boy’s school I couldn't stop thinking of him. His name is DingYi, a cool stud, and a member of the track and field team. His perfect abs made him that much more attractive. We were very good friends and we shared a common interest, hypnosis. We both had steady girlfriends whom we got to know from the net. Our...
Lee glanced over his company’s notes on the man he was to meet. Jason Crawley, height 6’2’’, weight a bit over 200 lbs of well-defined muscle, age 28 yrs, hair brown, eyes green. Formerly star football player in Air Force Academy now top NFL player and America’s matinee idol. Military record Jason was highflying hotshot jet pilot during service awarded various medals for bravery....
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