Underground Slave Auction

Mark Wahlberg’s agent was getting antsy. The star hadn’t been in any hit movies for quite some time, and while he had a steady stream of income coming in, it was dwindling down. He was afraid that Mark would fire him and replace him with a cheaper agent. As it turned out, the next day, Mark sent him an email explaining the reason behind the firing, and why he was going for a cheaper agent. His old agent was naturally pissed, and wanted to find a way to exact revenge.

Visiting the dark web, it didn’t take him that long to concoct a plan. Yes, it would drain him of most of his savings, but it would be well worth it in the long run. He had purchased a hypnosis video that would tell Mark exactly what he needed to do next. The actor opened the email from his agent, assuming it was some legal stuff he needed to sign. Instead, a bright and colorful hypnotic spiral lit up his screen. He tried to X out of it, but it remained on the screen. And the alluring voice quickly brought him under the control of the slavers, who gave Mark explicit instructions once he was hypnotized.

While Mark’s old agent kept tabs on the next slave auction, to see when his commission would be coming in, another man had his eyes set on Mark. Trevor was a trust fund baby, who had disposable income weekly higher than some people’s monthly salaries. He spent most of it on slaves, buying them from a dark web slave website, the one that Mark was now unwittingly a part of it. As he perused this week’s choice of men, a selection caught his eye. Mark Wahlberg, the famous actor, had a double page spread listing all of his stats and showing off a massive cock. While Trevor was content with his many, many jock slaves, having a real life celebrity in his harem would be fucking sweet!

He arrived at the auction house that weekend, and gave the front desk lady a new bank account.

“Oh my, Mr. Trevor. There’s quite a lot of money in here.”

“I know, Geraldine. I have my eyes set on a very specific slave.” Trevor made his way into the main room and collected his paddle. The usual people were there, but there was a new cop standing by the back door. The cops got a sizable cut to keep this whole thing under wraps, but they requested that all slaves must wear, at minimum, beachwear, because the auction house had expansive windows, and someone might peek in and wonder what’s going on.

A few minutes later, the auction itself finally started. A number of hot men in skimpy speedos walked down the stage as the announcer read off their stats. All of them walked with a smile, as they were either hypnotized into slavery or genuinely happy to sell themselves for money. Trevor picked this year’s new cabana boy for a steal, but held off today for the main event.

“And our final slave today is one very special one. Yes, you are reading it right, folks. The one and only Mark Wahlberg can be yours for the keeping. He has undergone the same hypnotic process as a number of our slaves.” While the announcer returned back to his usual spiel, Mark came from backstage and walked down the runway.

He was dressed up in his old Marky Mark persona, and even included a crotch grab, much to the delight of many of his fans in the auction house. Bidding was quite intense for this slave, with a good number of folks willing to pay a quarter of a billion for Mark. However, the number quickly dwindled, and Trevor did win him in the end, paying a cool $750 million for the chance to own a celeb slave. That put a much bigger dent in his bank account than what he was used to, but he wouldn’t buy caviar for a few weeks to make up for it.

Trevor was excited as he waited in line for his slaves to arrive. His blonde hunky pool boy stood by his side soon enough, but Trevor had to be escorted to the side door to pick up Mark. He just smiled at the hunk, patiently awaiting orders in just his Calvins. The three men walked to Trevor’s private helicopter and flew back to his private villa on an island in the middle of the ocean. Meanwhile, Mark’s old agent had just got an alert on his phone. His 50% commission for a slave of this caliber had just come in. He would have to change banks, and could afford to take a vacation for quite some time.

Trevor touched down and exited the helicopter with his two slaves. He instructed the cabana boy to go to the pool house and learn what he needed to do from the head pool slave. He locked arms with Mark and led him to the bedroom. He had taken off the Calvins on the flight, and watched as Mark’s big cock flopped around. His ass was quite delectable, too, and Trevor couldn’t wait to eat it and then fuck it. He slapped it on the way to his bedroom.

Once they arrived, Mark got down on his knees as Trevor unzipped his jeans and pulled his pants down. He was going commando, and his own cock flopped out. Mark grinned at it, and then grabbed it and started to jerk it off. Once it got sufficiently hard, he put in his mouth and began to suck on it. This was the first cock he had ever sucked, but thanks to the intense conditioning he went through, it was like he was gay all of his life! Trevor felt as Mark’s tongue coasted across his cock, covering it in a thin sheen of saliva. While he wasn’t able to get all of Trevor’s cock down his throat, yet, he did get quite a bit in there.

He was close enough to the base of Trevor’s cock to really breathe in his musk. He actually smelled like peaches and cream, the scent of the bath bomb he used before going shopping, for slaves. Trevor knew that Mark would soon be exposed to a real man’s scent. He was smelling it himself, as the sweaty and muscular Mark was slowly giving off more of his delectable aroma. Mark’s nose also got another sensation as some of Trevor’s longer pubic hairs tickled it. Trevor shaved down there, but he would have to put some more effort in. Mark was also trained in how to use the balls and perineum while sucking. Trevor moaned in pleasure as his balls were squeezed and twisted and his perineum rubbed.

He pulled out of Mark’s mouth, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. “On the bed,” he got out, through quick breaths. Mark complied, and even opened up his asscheeks without being asked. Trevor got on the bed as well and began to rim Mark. He began by licking the outside of the asshole, which was shaved completely bare. He then ventured his tongue in the asshole. As he expected, it was very tight, and his tongue barely penetrated the hole. However, it did make it all nice and wet, and ready for his cock, which would expand the hole to sizes it had never seen before.

He pulled his tongue away and rifled through the nightstand, finding a condom. He slipped on it, and rubbed his rubber cock around Mark’s hole to get a saliva lube going. Once it was sufficiently wet enough, Trevor positioned his cock and shoved it into Mark’s tight hole. As he expected, it didn’t go too far, so he began thrusting, slowly getting his cock further and further into Mark’s hole. Eventually, he reached his base, as his balls slapped against Mark’s ass for the first time. He continued to loosen up the hole for a bit, and once he felt himself going backwards easily enough, he began the real assault.

He did not hold back as he began to ram his cock into Mark’s virgin hole, almost pulling out and pushing it right back in all the way to the base. Mark was screaming out in pain at the assault, but it was the erotic screams that were music to Trevor’s ears. The sounds of balls slapping against Mark’s meaty ass were as well, and Trevor watched as the ass slowly started to turn red as the full balls of the jock hit it. This continued on for quite some time, Trevor viciously thrusting and Mark moaning. However, all good things must come to an end, and Trevor was getting ready to cum.

He pulled out with a “PLOP”, and threw his condom away, surprisingly making it into the trashcan. However, he was more focused on getting himself over Mark’s face, so that when he came, his newest slave would be baptized in his Master’s seed. And he made it, and Mark watched as ropes and ropes of thick and creamy cum splattered across his face. Much of it began running down his face, and he opened his mouth wide to get all the cum he could inside. Trevor made sure that the last drops trickled down Mark’s throat, and the slave grinned at his master as he pulled away.

“That was fucking awesome, Mark. Why don’t you join me at the pool? You deserve a treat.”

“Yes, sir,” Mark replied, a little bit of cum leaking from his lips still.

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Underground Slave Auction

Mark Wahlberg’s agent was getting antsy. The star hadn’t been in any hit movies for quite some time, and while he had a steady stream of income coming in, it was dwindling down. He was afraid that Mark would fire him and replace him with a cheaper agent. As it turned out, the next day, Mark sent him an email explaining the reason behind the firing, and why he was going for a cheaper agent. His old agent was naturally pissed, and wanted to find a way to exact revenge.

Visiting the dark web, it didn’t take him that long to concoct a plan. Yes, it would drain him of most of his savings, but it would be well worth it in the long run. He had purchased a hypnosis video that would tell Mark exactly what he needed to do next. The actor opened the email from his agent, assuming it was some legal stuff he needed to sign. Instead, a bright and colorful hypnotic spiral lit up his screen. He tried to X out of it, but it remained on the screen. And the alluring voice quickly brought him under the control of the slavers, who gave Mark explicit instructions once he was hypnotized.

While Mark’s old agent kept tabs on the next slave auction, to see when his commission would be coming in, another man had his eyes set on Mark. Trevor was a trust fund baby, who had disposable income weekly higher than some people’s monthly salaries. He spent most of it on slaves, buying them from a dark web slave website, the one that Mark was now unwittingly a part of it. As he perused this week’s choice of men, a selection caught his eye. Mark Wahlberg, the famous actor, had a double page spread listing all of his stats and showing off a massive cock. While Trevor was content with his many, many jock slaves, having a real life celebrity in his harem would be fucking sweet!

He arrived at the auction house that weekend, and gave the front desk lady a new bank account.

“Oh my, Mr. Trevor. There’s quite a lot of money in here.”

“I know, Geraldine. I have my eyes set on a very specific slave.” Trevor made his way into the main room and collected his paddle. The usual people were there, but there was a new cop standing by the back door. The cops got a sizable cut to keep this whole thing under wraps, but they requested that all slaves must wear, at minimum, beachwear, because the auction house had expansive windows, and someone might peek in and wonder what’s going on.

A few minutes later, the auction itself finally started. A number of hot men in skimpy speedos walked down the stage as the announcer read off their stats. All of them walked with a smile, as they were either hypnotized into slavery or genuinely happy to sell themselves for money. Trevor picked this year’s new cabana boy for a steal, but held off today for the main event.

“And our final slave today is one very special one. Yes, you are reading it right, folks. The one and only Mark Wahlberg can be yours for the keeping. He has undergone the same hypnotic process as a number of our slaves.” While the announcer returned back to his usual spiel, Mark came from backstage and walked down the runway.

He was dressed up in his old Marky Mark persona, and even included a crotch grab, much to the delight of many of his fans in the auction house. Bidding was quite intense for this slave, with a good number of folks willing to pay a quarter of a billion for Mark. However, the number quickly dwindled, and Trevor did win him in the end, paying a cool $750 million for the chance to own a celeb slave. That put a much bigger dent in his bank account than what he was used to, but he wouldn’t buy caviar for a few weeks to make up for it.

Trevor was excited as he waited in line for his slaves to arrive. His blonde hunky pool boy stood by his side soon enough, but Trevor had to be escorted to the side door to pick up Mark. He just smiled at the hunk, patiently awaiting orders in just his Calvins. The three men walked to Trevor’s private helicopter and flew back to his private villa on an island in the middle of the ocean. Meanwhile, Mark’s old agent had just got an alert on his phone. His 50% commission for a slave of this caliber had just come in. He would have to change banks, and could afford to take a vacation for quite some time.

Trevor touched down and exited the helicopter with his two slaves. He instructed the cabana boy to go to the pool house and learn what he needed to do from the head pool slave. He locked arms with Mark and led him to the bedroom. He had taken off the Calvins on the flight, and watched as Mark’s big cock flopped around. His ass was quite delectable, too, and Trevor couldn’t wait to eat it and then fuck it. He slapped it on the way to his bedroom.

Once they arrived, Mark got down on his knees as Trevor unzipped his jeans and pulled his pants down. He was going commando, and his own cock flopped out. Mark grinned at it, and then grabbed it and started to jerk it off. Once it got sufficiently hard, he put in his mouth and began to suck on it. This was the first cock he had ever sucked, but thanks to the intense conditioning he went through, it was like he was gay all of his life! Trevor felt as Mark’s tongue coasted across his cock, covering it in a thin sheen of saliva. While he wasn’t able to get all of Trevor’s cock down his throat, yet, he did get quite a bit in there.

He was close enough to the base of Trevor’s cock to really breathe in his musk. He actually smelled like peaches and cream, the scent of the bath bomb he used before going shopping, for slaves. Trevor knew that Mark would soon be exposed to a real man’s scent. He was smelling it himself, as the sweaty and muscular Mark was slowly giving off more of his delectable aroma. Mark’s nose also got another sensation as some of Trevor’s longer pubic hairs tickled it. Trevor shaved down there, but he would have to put some more effort in. Mark was also trained in how to use the balls and perineum while sucking. Trevor moaned in pleasure as his balls were squeezed and twisted and his perineum rubbed.

He pulled out of Mark’s mouth, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. “On the bed,” he got out, through quick breaths. Mark complied, and even opened up his asscheeks without being asked. Trevor got on the bed as well and began to rim Mark. He began by licking the outside of the asshole, which was shaved completely bare. He then ventured his tongue in the asshole. As he expected, it was very tight, and his tongue barely penetrated the hole. However, it did make it all nice and wet, and ready for his cock, which would expand the hole to sizes it had never seen before.

He pulled his tongue away and rifled through the nightstand, finding a condom. He slipped on it, and rubbed his rubber cock around Mark’s hole to get a saliva lube going. Once it was sufficiently wet enough, Trevor positioned his cock and shoved it into Mark’s tight hole. As he expected, it didn’t go too far, so he began thrusting, slowly getting his cock further and further into Mark’s hole. Eventually, he reached his base, as his balls slapped against Mark’s ass for the first time. He continued to loosen up the hole for a bit, and once he felt himself going backwards easily enough, he began the real assault.

He did not hold back as he began to ram his cock into Mark’s virgin hole, almost pulling out and pushing it right back in all the way to the base. Mark was screaming out in pain at the assault, but it was the erotic screams that were music to Trevor’s ears. The sounds of balls slapping against Mark’s meaty ass were as well, and Trevor watched as the ass slowly started to turn red as the full balls of the jock hit it. This continued on for quite some time, Trevor viciously thrusting and Mark moaning. However, all good things must come to an end, and Trevor was getting ready to cum.

He pulled out with a “PLOP”, and threw his condom away, surprisingly making it into the trashcan. However, he was more focused on getting himself over Mark’s face, so that when he came, his newest slave would be baptized in his Master’s seed. And he made it, and Mark watched as ropes and ropes of thick and creamy cum splattered across his face. Much of it began running down his face, and he opened his mouth wide to get all the cum he could inside. Trevor made sure that the last drops trickled down Mark’s throat, and the slave grinned at his master as he pulled away.

“That was fucking awesome, Mark. Why don’t you join me at the pool? You deserve a treat.”

“Yes, sir,” Mark replied, a little bit of cum leaking from his lips still.

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Even Magic Potions Have Fine Print- Complete

Reginald and Thaddeus were college seniors, with not much going for them, outside of academics. Both had perfect GPAs, and never gotten less than a 100 on any assignment. However, that also meant the two did not have a social life or sex life. The two were twinks, thanks in part to the running they did daily, but other than that, they had little free time. Their second semester of senior year consisted only of their capstone, which was done in two weeks time. They finally had some free time on their hands, but they didn’t know what to do with it. Most of their fellow seniors were out partying and fucking every night, and Reggie and Thad wanted to join in on the fun.

The only problem was that no one wanted to date, or fuck, two skinny nerds that hadn’t even started to jerk themself off regularly until a few weeks ago. Reggie thought he found a solution to their problem.

“Reginald, it’s a fucking book of magical potions. You can’t be fucking serious.”

“It was in the school library, Thaddeus, and besides, potions are just basic chemistry. We aced that class.”

“I’ll try this wacko solution to our problem, but it’s not going to fucking work. Hogwarts isn’t real.”

“Actually, there is a-”

“Shut the fuck up and make your magic potion.” Reggie and Thad made the potion, which was just like chemistry. The only problem was that some measurements didn’t correlate to any real world ones.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” said Reggie, putting a spoon full of salt. “It’s just fucking salt.” Little did they know the back of the book had conversion rates, but since it wasn’t labeled in the table of contents or index, the book-smart men failed to notice it. They also failed to notice the fine print on the bottom of the recipe’s page, thinking it was just an elaborate drawing.

Once it was finally made, the two drank it just before going to bed. Everything in it was edible, except for tree bark, but Thad had the bright idea to just ground it up. When they woke up the next morning, their bodies had undergone a physical change already.

“That spell really worked, bro!” noted Reggie, not realizing the change in his language either. Both men had slept shirtless, but quickly found out that their favorite shirts were now much too tight. It was a good look for the men, but they would have to go shopping soon. They were the talk of the town as they crossed campus to the parking lot. Their faces still looked the same, but those two nerds had become blond-haired sex gods overnight. They enjoyed the women at the clothing store fawning over them, and even got expensive clothing brands, such as Gucci, at a very reduced price.

What the men failed to note was the fine print in the recipe, which stated that any additional ingredients would cause irreversible side effects, including a drop in IQ. They were invited to their first rager that night, and both men lost to their virginity to two buxom co-eds. When they woke up that morning, their bodies had changed again. They had now had muscles rivaling some of the jocks, but their IQ had taken a hit. They punctuated every sentence with “like” or “bro”, and couldn’t pronounce their last names, both French ones with various silent letters. That only caused them to become more popular on campus, and the party that night was a wild bisexual orgy.

After that night, Reg and Thad became known as the alpha dogs on campus. They could bag any male or female they wanted, and thanks to the potion, had a rockin’ bod without working out. Their academics didn’t take a hit, as Reginald and Thaddeus had prerecorded their capstone presentation, causing the two lug nuts to graduate with an impeccable record, even though they could no longer spell impeccable.

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Himbo Training- Complete

The courts were in for a reckoning. The #MeToo movement was quite successful at finding those individuals who raped, and since the statute of limitations was all but dropped, that meant a number of cases would go to trial, or have more guilty pleas. That had repercussions for the entire system, but one young prosecutor had a plan. Bryan Allbright was an aspiring gay lawyer who had a secret himbo fetish. He looked like one, with platinum blonde hair and a muscular body, but didn’t think like one. However, he soon realized that turning these men into himbos would practically remove them from society, and since they were so dumb, they wouldn’t rape again.

He found a business that did this sort of change, and then offered it as an option in the next plea deal he offered.

“So, what you’re telling me is the rape gets expunged from my record, and all I need to do is become a himbo? Fuck yeah I’ll do it!” Bryan smiled as he and the rapist, Link, signed the paperwork.

A couple days later, he arrived at the office building that housed Himbo HQ. It was out in the middle of a rural town, so it wouldn’t arouse much suspicion. Link arrived not long after Bryan, who had been squared away in a room where he could watch what happened to Link. The young man then appeared in the first room. The doctor there explained what was going on.

“Link has been told that each and every room has one thing he needs to move on and become a himbo. The first room has a specialized muscle growth serum that will increase his muscle mass to a suitable himbo level. Much like Alam Wernik, if you will.” Bryan of course knew how he was, and watched as Link chugged the glass. His muscles grew instantaneously, and popped the tight fitting button-down he was wearing. He had sweatpants on, so those bulged out even more than they had when he walked in, but didn’t break. A door then opened, and he moved on to the next room.

There, Bryan noticed it was much like a hair salon. The scientist continued, “In this room, the himbo’s hair is dyed to blonde. We prefer platinum blonde, and that’s what Link will be getting today. The hair dye is permanent, and the dye itself is the first step in reducing the IQ of the himbo, which is the goal.” Link sauntered over to the chair and got ready to get his hair dyed. He had done it before for spirit week at high school. He thought this process was a breeze, and actually fucking cool. He got to become a blonde sex god, and his record was expunged! Fucking sweet! The dyeing process did take a while, so Bryan and the scientist had a quick bite before Link moved on to the next room.

This room was quite similar to a doctor’s office. A doctor was waiting by a chair holding two syringes. “One of my fellow doctors here will be injecting the himbo’s penis and testicles with growth solution. The muscle one and this one are quite different, so we had to split it up, naturally.”

“Of course. And I presume IQ is done last, so the himbo does not realize it is happening?”

“Yes. In our tests, we found that when the whole process before IQ is done first, there is less chance of them fighting back. And as an added precaution, the penile injection has a tranquilizer laced in, so the himbo should be knocked out when the final step occurs.”

Meanwhile, Link had entered the room and was staring at the two needles by the doctor.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” the doctor said. “These will make your cock larger and produce more cum, respectively,” he explained, gesticulating to the needles. A wide grin spread across Link’s face as he stripped down and hopped up on the table. This lawyer should do this for all of his male clients! It was a bit scary to have a needle rammed into his cock and balls, but he saw first-hand just how long his flaccid cock become. He did want to see what it looked like erect, but the doctor slapped his hand away.

“I know you want to see how big your monster cock is, but you need to let the serum kick in first.” Of course, the growth serum was fast acting, but the tranquilizer needed time to spread throughout the body. Link started to feel sleepy, and just like that, he was out. Two muscular guards then walked through the door and picked up Link’s body.

“Himbos themselves,” the doctor explained, as Link was bound to yet another doctor’s chair, this one a bit more evil-looking. “And finally, the piece de resistance of our facility. This device carefully implants a solution in the brain that reduces the himbo’s IQ to a very low level. Depending on the IQ of the himbo before, this can range from anywhere from 1-25. Those a bit higher on the spectrum are receptionists or more front-end jobs, while those on the lower side are goons, like those men,” the doctor finished, glancing at the guards. Bryan turned away as the needle was jammed into the brain. He turned back around and waited for Link to wake up in the final room, similar to padded rooms seen in mental facilities.

“His IQ is the single digits,” another doctor reported as Bryan and the head doctor stood outside the door. “I don’t think he’ll ever rape another woman again. Fuck, I don’t even think he knows what a vagina is anymore!” The doctor laughed as Link started to arise from his slumber. Bryan, on the other hand, got all the data he needed and presented his findings to his boss. He became known as the nation’s premier #MeToo prosecutor, and with all those clients he sent to Himbo HQ, they made a porn company, employing many of the himbos both in front of and behind the screen.

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Patreon Updates

Hi everyone!

So, I ran into a bit of a snafu recently with my Patreon. The content you follow me for was deemed to violate their Community Guidelines, and so I had to delete most of it. I have decided that Patreon will now be solely for commissions, and that’s where you, the follower or person reading this, comes in! $5 and above tiers get at least one private and personalized story a month. This goes all the way to my new monster $50 tier, where you can get 10 stories monthly, written by yours truly, only to be seen by both our pairs of eyes.

As always, requests are and will always remain free, but if you are interested in a commission not through Patreon, please let me know! I would be more than happy to accept your cash and write you a story that you can masturbate to every night!

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Sins

Austin patiently waited in the pew, hoping his name would be called. His parish would be one of the first to try a new way of confession, using a machine to extract all the sins you had committed since your last confession. Detractors were a bit wary of the tech behind this, but their efforts to understand it had been thwarted when a Vatican lawyer ruled that the inner workings were under the seal of confession as well.

“Austin Farmer!” announced the priest, who smiled at the young adult. He was the very first to try out the machine, and tentatively stepped inside the confessional, now tricked out with a bunch of screens and other tech. The priest attached a couple of nodes to Austin’s forehead and put his head in a mini-vice, forcing him to look at the screen in front of him.

“I’ll be outside, waiting for the ding,” the priest said, as he shut the door behind him. The machine then whirred to life, and a crudely-made video started to play of God, who explained how the machine pulled out all your sins, even those of omission. However, a few seconds in, the screen turned to static and was then replaced by a bright rainbow spiral.

“You will no longer be a goody-two-shoes Catholic. Instead, you will be a rule-breaking ruffian who doesn’t give a shit about whether Jesus is coming again.” That spiel continued for a bit, further indoctrinating Austin into the antithesis of Christianity. After a few minutes, the video returned to God, who was fading off the screen. The door opened, and the priest unhooked Austin from everything.

“How was it?”

“All my sins have been forgiven,” Austin replied, but with a smirk, and not a smile.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Austin’s family and friends noticed a dramatic change in the young adult. He was swearing now, and his father had caught him watching porn twice now. Not to mention the underage drinking and drug use that his mom caught him doing. He broke curfew every night, and thanks to his parent’s overprotectiveness when it came to his social media, they learned he lost his virginity, to a man! However, after going to the new confession to confess their sins, his mom and pop were much more comfortable with his new inclinations.

His friends, on the other hand, were getting scared. Austin, who switched classes last year so he wouldn’t be with the only openly gay kid in senior year, was now dressing like one and hanging out in that area of town. One of Austin’s closest friends, as of right now, Roger, initiated a “sleepover” with Austin to see if he could get to the bottom of this. As he expected, Austin allowed him to sleep in his bedroom, and even on the bed itself! Roger declined, but what was more intriguing was the video Austin queued up. It was from an app Roger didn’t recognize.

“Wanna watch with me?” Austin forcefully grabbed Roger and sat him down next to him on the bed, holding him close so that he couldn’t escape. He then pressed play, and the same spiral from before played.

“You are a gay alpha. You are a dominant man who straights will want to worship. Christians will discover that they like sucking on your dick instead of using women’s hole for copulation. You are a bro, a Brother of the Sex God.” Roger watched in horror as the video continued. However, his hands were stuck by his side, and the next morning, Austin’s mom found the two of them in bed, together and naked. She just smiled and made a couple more eggs than usual. It was nice to see that Austin finally had someone in his life.

Meanwhile, cases like Austin’s starting popping up all around the world. It seemed as though that someone was trying to take down the Church by focusing on its two major flaws: sinfulness and homosexuality. The number of churchgoers was starting to dwindle, and parishes were closing left and right. However, people like Austin didn’t care, as they showed off their masculine beliefs. He posed for a photo in front of his new car, which he bought with the help of his new beau, a fellow Christian convert like him who had a cock to die for!

It was only a few months ago that Austin was a lean and pious Christian. Now, he was a muscular and sinful man who taunted the Church by live-streaming sex with his new boyfriend on the altar of his local church.
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Racial Superiority: The End

“You may only have six slaves,” read the letter from the Elders. It didn’t take JJ long to figure out who the final two slaves would be, and he set his plan into motion later that day. He called up Jake Paul and set up a meeting with him, so they could work on restoring JJ’s relationship with Logan. Naturally, JJ had no such no plans of doing that, and instead spent the rest of the day showing Slave One how to use the video camera, which would be uploaded to the Elders’ servers instantaneously.

The next day, the blonde Youtuber showed up at JJ’s front door. In a turn of events from Jake’s perspective, JJ hugged him for quite some time. He didn’t think that the bad blood was gone already, but it was, of course, JJ sending out his pheromones and Jake taking them in. The two made their way to the living room where JJ once again talked and explained to Jake that he wanted to make amends. They set up plans for the Pauls and him to have dinner tonight, as Logan had traveled with them. JJ was not expecting that, so he put his plan into action a bit earlier than expected.

“Are you feeling a little hot? My thermostat’s fucked up, and the guy can’t come until tomorrow.”

“Now that you say so, I am feeling a bit hot.” Both men took off their shirts, but Jake found himself staring at JJ’s toned and muscular upper body, his deep black skin reflecting the sunlight.

“Interested?” JJ asked, “noticing” Jake’s reaction to him going shirtless.

“Um, you do look great shirtless. Can I touch your pecs?”

“Of course! Slave One, we’re ready!” Jake was a bit puzzled by the remark, and even more so when one of his fellow Youtubers crawled into the room, video camera in hand. He set it up, but Jake was more concerned about how much he had changed. He was lean and quite skinny, and it looked like he had no dick at all! However, the allure of JJ’s sweaty and large pecs overpowered his thoughts, and the first seconds of the video showed Jake cupping the pecs and noting just how massive they were.

Jake worshipped JJ’s upper body for a few more minutes, feeling JJ’s baseball-sized biceps and tracing the deep lines of the black stud’s eight-pack with his fingers. As he playfully tugged at the waistband of JJ’s pants, he took that as a sign Jake was ready to see a Real Man’s cock, and the long and juicy cock flopped out and hit Jake in the face. Before, Jake would have been totally freaked out by a cock staring him in the face, but now he opened his mouth and waited for it to enter his mouth. JJ got it in there, and the younger Paul began sucking him off. It had seemed as though Logan has used Jake’s mouth before, as he was at a much higher caliber at this point than his previous four slaves.

His tongue expertly maneuvered around his shaft, and he was the only one to use one of his hands to jerk off part of the shaft that wasn’t in his mouth or down his throat. He also engaged in ball play, pulling down JJ’s massive nuts and squeezing them, and even twisting them too! JJ loved the pain, but also the pleasure that Jake gave him by pressing on his perineum. He moaned loudly and erotically as Jake lightly pressed down on there. Slave One’s little clit leaked out a bit of pre-cum hearing that angelic sound, as he made sure Jake’s head was framed perfectly in the shot.

It was then time to cum, and while JJ normally would have had Slave Jake swallow his cum, he wanted to really showcase his power over him, and so he pulled out and covered Slave Jake’s face in his cum. And for him, that was not hyperbole. Every inch of Slave Jake’s face had cum on it, and much of it had leaked onto his chest and onto the floor. Master JJ made sure Slave One got a good shot of Slave Jake’s face as it was leaking cum. The face was on camera for a couple minutes as Master JJ popped his boner pill and got ready to fuck Slave Five, still in the living room.

After the camera was repositioned, Master JJ lubed up and had Slave Five spread his cheeks wide open, revealing a nice pink asshole, with signs that it had already been used. Master JJ just smiled as he lined up his cock, and as he expected, it slid right in, as far as it could go. He then began to fuck Slave Five, and he most certainly did not hold back. Slave Five’s body flopped around like a rag doll and his ass rippled as Master JJ viciously assaulted his ass. His monster nuts also slapped against the slave’s ass, which was quickly turning red. Slave One got an awesome shot of that.

Master JJ decided not to speak to Slave Five, as he wanted to wait for Logan. So, instead he breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent in the air. A mixture of sweat and cum turned him on, and Slave Five was crying out in pleasurable pain as Master JJ fucked his ass better than Logan ever did. He turned out to be a vocal fucker, pleading with his master to fuck him like the dirty bitch he was and to fill him with his seed like the white pussy he was. Master JJ complied, and he held on to Slave Five’s weak obliques as he pumped loads and loads of thick and creamy seed into his ass.

As he pulled out, he also pulled away and allowed Slave One to get a shot of Slave Five’s throbbing hole, leaking copious amounts of Real Man’s cum and his ass juices. He then had Slave Five clean his cock off, using his tongue expertly for the second time that day. As he got Slave Five’s cock cage ready and did some more preparatory things, JJ had Slave One upload the video and send it to the provided email.

As Logan was going over the video he was going to film here, he got an email from KSI. Not a Youtube notification, but an actual email from JJ. The email was entirely blank, but contained a video attachment. He pressed play, and he watched as his younger brother played with JJ’s pecs, smiling in admiration at this black guy. He fast-forwarded, and it got even worse, seeing Jake’s face literally covered in JJ’s cum and later on, his hole leaking more of that cum. Jake had a smile on his face throughout, and Logan noticed that Jake’s cock was somehow getting smaller throughout this fucked-up ordeal.

He immediately called an Uber and arrived at JJ’s house in record time. To his surprise, the door was wide open.

“Oh, you fucking-” Logan stopped himself mid-sentence as he felt a sharp pain in his upper shoulder. He saw as his younger boulder smiled as he injected him with a needle filled with a dark substance. Before he could respond, he slumped to the ground. When he awoke an hour or so later, he found himself in a basement, tied up to a metal chair. What was even worse, and more fucked up, was that JJ was straddling him, his ridiculously large cock pushed up against his face. But as JJ moved off of him, as he noticed his eyes open, he found himself reaching for the cock.

“What the fuck?” he said, out loud.

“Oh, poor, poor Logan. You see, I knocked you out and then sat on you. That allowed you to breathe in my pheromones much longer than anyone else here did, including your brother. Just now, you wanted to grab my cock. You can’t fight it, Logan, but in your case, your conscious brain needs a bit of catching up.”

“This is fucked up and totally illegal, JJ! I could have you fucking arrested, you-”

“Look at your cock,” JJ added. Logan glanced down, and saw to his horror, that he was rock hard and leaking pre-cum. “I guess your head down there has caught up.”

“Are you going to fuck me like you did to my brother?”

“Oh, yes, you fucking cracker, that’s all I’m going to do to you. You see, I have five other slaves to cook, clean, and do other shit for me. But you, you’re going to be my sex slave, and only my sex slave. You’d better get used to having a cock in your hole at every time. Your asshole will become a gaping pink mess in no time.”

“I-” Logan stopped himself for the third time as he found himself wanting that to happen. Whatever JJ was doing to him was fucked up, but also fucking hot.

“I see that you’re almost ready to partake of a Real Man’s cock. To get you there, why don’t you watch your brother suck me off again? Slave Five!” Slave Five crawled over and got on his knees. He started to suck Master JJ off, but it didn’t take long for Logan, now Slave Six, to start drooling. To JJ’s surprise, Slave Six came hands-free, just by watching this sight. “I see I’ve made a good choice,” JJ said as he pushed Slave Five away and walked over to Slave Six. As he untied him, the former Youtuber got to work on his new Master’s rock hard cock. Once you go black, you never go back was very true in Slave Six’s case, but there was just one black, Real Man who he would serve until the end of time.
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