Gay muscle slave
I know what it's missing: any kind of operation or conflict. It really is a bit of a stroke piece, although not everyone's stroke piece.
While trying to edit and improve it, I've ended up writing another story entirely. So I figured I would send this one here, on the off chance anyone enjoys it.
It does feature muscle, but does not show any direct muscle growth. It's also very gay heavy, and has implied mind control (I mean, once you start reading the story, that part will be obvious). It's also got some humiliation in there, and a bit of piss play. Hopefully none of that is a problem for anyone. If it is, grant me know and I'll eliminate it.
Either way, please let me know what you think.
The Favorite
An in-depth interview with one of the Master's oldest slaves.
By Matt Frasier
He entered the room almost completely naked. He ha
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“You recognize what to do faggot.” Mr. Vaughn stood in front of the big buff football player fully nude, stripped of all his leather. Despite the generous testicular discharge earlier, Danny’s cock was still rock hard, leaking precum like crazy. The stud has never felt so confused in his entire life for he doesn’t understand why the perverted father and son humiliating and abusing his sexy body’s got the big guy’s dick going stiff and strong.
“You heard him bitch boy” Ruckus slapped Danny’s face again reminding him who the real men in the room were. All three men were inside Mr. Vaughn’s bedroom where photos of him and his wife were flipped down yet the bald family man himself still wore the wedding band.
Slowly, Danny crawled towards the man like the submissive slut he is and proceeded licking Mr. Vaughn’s meat. Chuckling at the tease, he grabbed the hunk’s head and taught the meat head the proper way to service a man. Before he knew it, the stud would have his mouth full of the father’s man hood forced past his lips. Again, Danny wo
Public Muscle Sub: Gay Slave Mind Altered Story
Noah is adapting well to his new body—and his other changes as skillfully.
Return to Mr. Dalton’s shop; Noah needs further assistance.
Mr. Dalton—reading Noah’s memories.
Noah loves CMNM.
Mr. Dalton is only too happy to help out.
New gear. Piercings. And new…orders.
The ‘slave’ stuff is ick.
The alley. The commands.
Starts off strong, but devolves after the encounter with Aiden and Johnny.
Noah wanted it, he wanted all of it, and somehow Mr. Dalton was able to reach into the deepest parts of his mind and take it to the surface.
I Was Sold on the Slave Block
by &#;Treadwell Martin&#;
as told to Harry Harrison ()
I tried to turn aside, but the guard behind me twisted the chain until the handcuffs bit into my wrists. He pushed me forward. The adj edge of the platform trim into my ankles and I stumbled and almost fell. I received a blow on the head for my clumsiness and was barely conscious of being dragged forward. The auctioneer&#;s harsh voice ground into my ears as he addressed the prospective buyers. A hard-faced Arab in the front row leaned forward and prodded my leg muscles, the way a livestock buyer would examine a horse.
The whole scene seemed unreal and ancient like an illustration from Arabian Nights, a slave market right out of the dark ages, complete with smoking lamps, Arab buyers and chained rows of slaves. But this wasn&#;t history – it was happening right now in the year , and it was happening to me.
I was being sold on the block as a slave.
Most American Negroes, like myself, are only three or four generations removed from slavery. My great-grandfather was a slave, but I know I nev