I normally write main stream fiction, but love writing porn even more. Sadly, you'd have to write 100 stories a month to survive, assuming you sell them all. So for now I write when I can.
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Controlone Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Controlone.
Young man agrees to live under the direction of a Master Scientist and his 40 delinquents. If he keeps his sanity as the house sex toy for one year he'll get $250,000, but these are hardly your average bad boys, and this is NOT your "average scientist."
After several minutes of lascivious foot play Scott opened his eyes and
found James staring up at him. He smiled down at the boy lapping at his
ankle and James said, "Master it would be a pleasure to serve as your
pussyboy"
In the Organization's suite at the posh Los Angeles hotel, Roberto paced
back and forth while his charge, the Latino boy singer, knelt naked on the
floor, wondering why his master seemed so distraught.
Six hours later Scott's voice was little more than a breeze blowing through
a rusty screen door. He lay in a heap, opening and closing his mouth like a
fish out of water dying in the afternoon sun. His mind was hallucinating.
And the creeps continued to degrade him at every chance. They slapped his
face and punched his balls and tore at his nipples as they fucked his mouth
and ass.
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.
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.
C took his boy for a change of clothes. If they were going to travel together he had a specific idea in mind. Once they got into James' room C turned the young man around.
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 cumdump, whatever I am told for the time, for the day. I am at the mercy of my handler
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."
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
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.
Caleb wanted Riff to teach him lots and lots more sex stuff; instead this was more like "Naked Boot Camp."...... with lots of sex, and punishment. Caleb couldn't figure out why the most degrading, humiliating activities made his dick so hard. Somewhere, somehow, Caleb's cock had "jumped ship." IT WAS MUTINY!!
Riff becomes Caleb's teacher. The subject: How to be the very best faggot you can be, AND anyone who doesn't respect you, because you're queer, can go straight to hell. You'll even wave Goodbye as they tumble into the devil's waiting arms. Then Satan introduces you to your new "demon fuck buddy" John. WOW! John's even got a tail, but Uh Oh, John's a Top and as you will discover, so are you.
This is Part 4, Chapter 4, whatever of a novel. This will not be a 25 chapter, endless story that wears out its welcome. There's more, but it's for a second book, if there's a call for it.
This is an ongoing story about control, and how easy it is to fall in love with it. Once you learn control, you can cast it to the wind and live as you please.