Kink Week

You step out of your taxi and look around. You've just arrived in the city to compete in the Kink Grand Prix. You're proud that out of all the boys in the world you were one of the few who managed to make it to the finals. You always knew your vast array of fetishes would come in handy someday. The city is bustling around you as you walk to your hotel. Everyone in town seems to be in on the kink fun. A club advertises its new kinkburger and flog fries combo and vendors set up booths with a huge array of fetish gear of every kind for sale as you walk by. This kind of thing would have never happened back home but they chose this city for a reason. You think back to how you got here. Your favorite leather bar had sponsored you hoping to get a little PR from your escapades and how proud they were that their investment paid off when you won regional after regional despite being a rookie. Honestly everything had been a dream so far except for your run-ins with another contestant named Brad. You don't know why but Brad had taken an immediate dislike of you and had tried every chance he could to knock you out of the competition but you held firm and both of you had advanced to the finals. You hope you don't see him much here. You turn a corner and see your hotel looming up above you. The competition had paid for rooms for all the contestants in one hotel and from the looks of it they did not skimp on the accommodations budget. The hotel is so large and elegant that you only notice the man in front of you after you run into him. [[Apologize to the Man]] [(link:"(Skip Intro and Rules)")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] \(set: $days to 7)\ \(set: $points to 0)

Your hotel room is very nice and spacious. It makes you feel like the competition really values your participation if they're willing to put you up in a place as grand as this. The exercise area downstairs looked pretty good. Maybe you should grab your gym bag and see what kind of stuff is going on downstairs. (if: $days is 1)[There's a menu on your phone advertising a new dessert special. Maybe you should [[Call for Room Service]]]\ \(if: $days is not 1)[Your pick up the phone but it doesn't have a dialtone. Guess there's no calling room service tonight.] You are pretty tired though. Maybe it'd be best to just have a quiet night of sleep. **Action:** [[Go Straight to Sleep]] **Connected Locations** [[Gym Facilities]] [[Hotel Lobby]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[The smell of the mysterious shoe fills your hotel room completely. It's foul but for some reason you really want to [[Inspect the Shoe]]]\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

If the acts couples were up to on Main Street were borderline then the couples here are way across the border. The downtown area is filled with groups of two, three, or four people outright engaging in sex and various BDSM acts. Seems like there's plenty of action to be had here tonight. A local dungeon has signs prominently displayed in its windows advertising a selection of classes about kink topics happening tonight. It looks like you still have time to make one of the later ones if there's any space left in the classrooms. A giant kink store that would never have been allowed to be opened in your hometown has a huge banner haging from its roof advertising a collosal sale to celebrate the competition. According to the banner you'd have to be dumber than a stupid worthless pig to miss this opportunity. Down past the shops there's a dark conspicuous alleyway. It looks suspicious but a flurry of motion in the entryway catches your attention. A large built man with a cock in his mouth and two in his hole moans loudly as he's filled with cum from both ends. The men who used him simply walk away and leave him panting on the ground. He stands up and gives you a thumbs up before heading off himself. You grin. This alleyway might be suspect but it might be your kind of suspect. The noises from Main Street catch your attention still. It might be good to head back that direction and see if you missed anything. **Connected Areas** [[Local Dungeon]] [[Kink Store]] [[Alleyway]] [[Main Street]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You're greeted as you walk in the door by Dan, the owner of the Dungeon. He tells you that in honor of the competition the dungeon is hosting a series of free classes. The competition attracts the curious and inexperienced and the plan tonight is to help take the curious and make them the experienced. They have three classrooms available for use and you're welcome to attend any that haven't filled up yet. (if: $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[The sign on the room on the left advertises a hypnosis class. It promises lesssons from "Paul, the Helpful HypnoMaster" that will delight both the trance-challenged and the more mind-wiped among us. No experience required to attend but you will leave having had one.]\ \(if: $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[The sign on the room on the left catches your eye immediately. How could it not with the giant cock in the middle of it. It appears to be a class for guys whose partners have a little more dick than their mouth can handle. Never hurts to brush up on your deep-throating skills.] (if: $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[The sign on the right room is bright pink and covered in glitter. A cartoon rendition of "The Sissy Sisters" promise to take even the most masculine boy and show him his true inner femininity or their names aren't Cinnamon and Sprinkles.]\ \(if: $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[The sign on the right room seems to be for a pretty useful class. It's all about toy maintenance and showing you the proper way to care for your things. It even says there will be giveaways of free toys to a few lucky attendees.] (if: $days is 6)[The classroom at the end of the hall has people streaming in and out freely. You can hear a lot of hooting and hollering coming from it. [[Check out the Class at the End of the Hall]]]\ \(if: $days is not 6) [There's an empty classroom full of bondage equipment at the end of the hall. It doesn't appear to be in use tonight.] **Connected Areas** [[Classroom on the Left]] [[Classroom on the Right]] [[Downtown]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[The man runs a kink information center. He might have some info on your mysterious collar. [[Show Dan the Collar]]]\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You enter the dining area across from the lobby. The place manages to seem refined without feeling pretentious. You feel comfortable in your current clothes but you don't get the same sense of debauchery the rest of the city seems to have. You see an open space at the bar. You seem to recall seeing something about getting one free drink included with your room. You know it's a ploy to get you to buy more, but hey. Free drink. The actual dining floor invites you to come in just for a bit. Cozy and elegant combine into a hard to resist combo but you know from the brochure that this is a very expensive place and only room service is covered by the competition. Still, they must have something you can afford on the menu. (if: $days is 7)[You see Brad waving at you and inviting you to come sit at the bar with him. [[Sit Next to Brad]]]\ \(if: $days is not 7)[You scan the bar hoping to see any other contestants you had grown close with but there's no one you recognize tonight.] **Connected Areas** [[The Bar]] [[The Restaurant]] [[Hotel Lobby]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $days is not 0)[Standing in the of the Hotel Lobby the amenities of your fancy hotel are apparent. A beautiful restaurant and bar displays its pricey daily special. On the other side of the lobby you can see a large gym filled with exercise equipment connected to a pool and sauna. It might be fun to go back to your room and grab some trunks and take a dip. Or maybe you should heed the staff's warning and have a night in. Beyond the doors of the hotel the noise and bustle of Main Street calls out to you to come have some fun. **Connected Locations** [[Your Room]] [[Hotel Amenities]] [[Main Street]]]\ \(if: $days is 0)[The day of the contest is here. Even though you've only been here for a single day, one you don't really quite remember at that, you feel like you've been here for ages. You look at yourself one last time in the mirror before you have to leave for [[The Competition]]]\ <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

The competition is tomorrow but you have seven chances to relive today first. Each day you will have a chance to explore the city and either gain or lose points depending on the choices you make. After seven days the competition will start and you will get an ending depending on how many points you have. There are nine different endings depending on your score and what actions you took. The number of days left and your point total are displayed at the bottom of area screens. You can freely walk around the city without causing the day to pass by selecting options that are the names of locations. Performing an Action will cause the night to pass as you partake in the activity you selected. Actions will be in the format "**Action: Description of Action**." You may only do each Action once per playthrough. Once an Action has been taken a day will pass, you will gain or lose points and return to the hotel lobby ready to head out again to repeat your day. That doesn't mean you should visit an area only once. Some areas in the game have different events depending on the night you visit. For instance, a vendor might sell something different later in the week than they do at the beginning. Your rival, Brad, is also in a different location each night of the game and has a unique action each day. Be careful though. Brad is determined to win and will not be gentle with you. You are sure to lose points after an encounter with him. There are five items that can be obtained in the game. If you have an item it will be displayed underneath your point and day totals. Each item can only be used in a particular location. If you are in the correct location for the item you have a link will display instead of listing what the item you have is. After clicking this link you will have the choice of performing an action or not. If you do not perform the action you may do something else that night but you will lose the item still. You may only have one item at a time. Getting a new item will discard an old one. Using an item is a guarantee of gaining many points. You have the option of listening to the warning of the hotel staff and staying in your room for the day. Head to your hotel room and choose **Action: Go Straight to Sleep**. This causes one day to advance and neither gains or loses you points. Unlike the other Actions there is no limit to how many times you may go to sleep in one game. If a playthrough is going poorly and you want to begin again refresh your browser and start over. Now that you understand the rules it's time to head to the [[Hotel Lobby]]

Feeling rather tired you decide to have a night in. Nothing much of interest happens. Guess you don't want to have fun tonight? [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $sleep to $sleep +1)

A small cake with a B on it and some ice cream? Hardly seems like the grand dessert that was advertised. You could find something more appetizing at the convenience store. But hey, cake is still cake. No use letting it go to waste right? **Action:** [[Eat the Free Dessert]] **Connected Locations** [[Your Room]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You wake up back in your hotel room unsure of what happened the night before. You feel tired, groggy, and unmotivated. For one of the only times since coming here you feel like you might not deserve to win the Kink Grand Prix. You can't help but feel it should go to someone more experienced than you. For some reason the image of Brad comes to mind multiple times throughout the day as someone more deserving to be the winner but you shake it off. That douche deserves to win nothing. You spend your day recuperating and then set out to explore the city once again. You lose some experience. [[Hotel Lobby]] (set: $points to $points -(random: 1,5)) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $brad to $brad +1)

The alleyway may be half covered in shadow but it doesn't look too shady. There are openings to apartments and a few people walking through seem completely unfazed. It seems safe enough to explore. The entire alleyway is permeated with a strong stench you can't place. It's like someone wore the same jock to the gym for a year and then pissed on it and soaked it in a vat of cum for a month. No matter where you go, you can't get that smell out of your nose. You want to pass through the alley to see what's on the other side. The alley goes on long enough that you can't actually see the other side. You're not sure what street connects to this but you're new in town and it's always fun to find the secrets of a city. (if: $days is 5)[You can see Brad in the shadows doing something but you can't quite make out what. [[Spy on Brad]]]\ \(if: $days is not 5)[There's a small nook where someone could hide in the shadows but there's no one there right now.] **Connected Areas** [[The Source of the Smell]] [[Other End of the Alley]] [[Downtown]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[You feel a strange vibration coming from the hood. It appears to be reacting to something nearby. You look up and see a video game store you don't remember seeing a second ago. The shadows must be playing tricks on you. [[Check out the Video Game Store]]]

(if: $shoe is 0)[The stench is so strong that you have to figure out what it is. You look around the alley for the source of the foul smell. That disgusting alluring musky stink. Luckily with a smell this strong it's not hard to find where it’s coming from. Sitting partially in the shadows against one of the walls is an old beat up shoe. Your curiosity is sated but you hesitate. Surely you could still find out more about the shoe if you got a little closer. It doesn’t make much sense but it’s enough of a justification for you to crouch down and inspect it. A large J is written on the sole in marker but you don’t find much else. Maybe if you gave it a sniff you could get a better idea of how a shoe could get this smelly. You don’t know why you find this shoe so interesting but you know that deep down a part of you really wants this to stick your nose in there and give it a good sniff. **Action:** [[Smell the Shoe]]]\ \(if: $shoe is 1)[Try as you might, you can't find out where the smell is coming from. Nothing seems out of place here that would give off such a stench.] **Connected Areas** [[Alleyway]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

Item #1 is Shoe which is found in the alleyway and can be used in your hotel room. Item #2 is Collar which is found at the vendors and you can use at the Dungeon. Item #3 is Cat Ears which are found at the kink store and you can use in the club. Item #4 is a butt plug which is found in the Hotel bar and you can use at the kink store. Item: #5 is a rubber hood which is found at the vendors and can be used in the alleyways. Template For how to make items work see the Shoe storyline. Both in the hotel room and alleyways. It makes it work.

You laugh at your mistake and start apologizing to the man for not paying attention to where you're going when he stops and puts a hand on your shoulder and tells you it's ok. Looking at his face as he tells you he's glad that it happened almost has you in awe. He's gorgeous. No, more than gorgeous, he's....he's...breathtaking. You've never seen such a beautiful man in your life. You would be too taken by his face to listen to his words if he didn't have the smoothest sexiest voice you've ever heard. You could listen to him talk about how he's been watching you progress through the competition and wants to give you a gift all day. You can't tell if just in your head way the world seems to stop around you as you fixate on him. He fixes his piercing eyes on you and tells you the details of his gift as you stare helplessly back at him. He's giving you the gift of time. He's been a great fan of yours throughout the competition and hopes for you to win. But he knows you are not ready. A man named Ivan currently has what it takes and will use that to win. You don't have the experience required to surpass Ivan but he's going to help you with that. He's going to give you an extra week. He can't rewind time to give you a week but he can give you an extra amount of tomorrows to run through. Tomorrow will repeat itself seven times. You have a rare gift to live more than one life he tells you. No matter what happens to you, you will always eventually make your way back to tomorrow. A choice you make might take you years to live through the ramifications of but once you have fully absorbed the impact on your life you will return to tomorrow. He looks at you with an angelic smile full of mirth and tells you he hopes you make the best of it and walks away. You blink and the thoughts that had been slowed down by the sheer sexiness of those eyes of his come back to you. You look around for him but he's long gone by now. You wonder how long you were standing there staring into space as you make your way to the hotel. [[Check into the Hotel]]

Main Street is packed tonight with the competition audience and contestants excited to be among their own kind. People are laughing and singing and you see more than one couple grinding against each other in a way that probably wouldn't have flown in public on any night but tonight. There are a lot of busy places here tonight but a particular club seems to be the busiest of them all. You can hear the bass pouring out of the Club Cervello and a couple making out in front of the doors stops to give you a conspiratorial wink before they head inside. Across the way from Club Cervello is what looks like an event lot full of vendors and demo booths. You can see people entering tents and exiting decked out in newly purchased leather and rubber products. Lord knows you can always use more gear. You can also head further down the street to the Downtown area or turn around and return to the Hotel Lobby. **Connected Areas** [[Club Cervello]] [[Vendor Area]] [[Downtown]] [[Hotel Lobby]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You wake yourself up breathing extremely hard and deep for some reason. You look around the room scared that your body might have been reacting to something but a quick onceover doesn’t reveal anything obviously wrong. Still, your nose insists on taking huge breaths and you find yourself longing for something to smell. Your used underwear doesn’t give you the same sort of rush it used to and nothing else you can find does it either. You head for the shower wondering what must be up with you today. Throughout the day you keep searching for that unknowable scent. You can’t describe what it is you’re looking for just that you’ll know it when you smell it. Despite your best efforts you don’t come across anything that sates your nose’s lust. At least not until you return home to change into your clothes for a night on the town. As you open your closet you get a whiff of something that makes your nostrils flare. Looking down you can see an old beat up shoe with a J on it mixed into your belongings. It’s kind of gross to carry around a shoe that isn’t yours but you find yourself unable to put it back down. You shrug and slide it in with your other belongings and head out for a night on the town. You gain 2 experience and the ''Shoe'' item. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $item to 1) (set: $shoe to 1)

It doesn't matter where this shoe came from; you don't want it. You toss the shoe into the trash can in your room and try to ignore it but the stench of it keeps pushing at your nose as you try and relax. Less than five minutes from when you tried to trash it you get fed up with the smell and decide to stick the trash outside the door let the staff take care of it. You pick up the trash and are hit with an overwhelming smell. It's enough to make you drop to your knees, head swimming from the stench. It's not a good smell but for some reason you're unable to stop yourself from pulling the shoe out of the trash and giving it a good whiff. It's like sweat and feet concentrated a hundred times over. It's foul, it’s disgusting, it’s everything you could ever want in an old used shoe. You take another big sniff and fall back on the ground overwhelmed. As you do so you drop the shoe which, unfortunately for you, falls down the laundry chute each room of the hotel has. While your original goal was to get rid of the shoe, now that it’s done you are devastated. It may be vile and disgusting but it's the most amazingly vile and disgusting thing you've ever smelled. A large part of you thinks you should try and get it back. **Action:** [[Retrieve the Shoe]] **Connected Areas** [[Your Room]] (set: $item to 0) <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

Despite the judges introducing you as the first ever rookie to make it to the finals you feel like you hold your own. No, you absolutely nail it. You display an incredible understanding of a variety of skills that most people have to live their life devoted to in order to master even one. You are able to speak on a truly staggering array of fetishes and kinks with great insider detail and you can tell the judges are impressed, let alone the crowd. They love you with your quick wit and obvious love for the subject and you win them over as they cheer for you openly. You really think that you may have taken the whole thing. Ivan is your only real competition and it’s a real tossup who did better. You know you did good when the staff has you pulled backstage along with a few other guys, Ivan and Brad among them, so they can announce the results. You wait backstage with bated breath for the announcer to call out the name of the first place winner. [(link:"And the Winner is...")[(goto:"First Place!")]]

Despite the judges introducing you as the first ever rookie to make it to the finals you feel like you hold your own. You display an deep understanding of a variety of skills that most people have to live their life devoted to in order to master even one. You are able to speak on a truly wide array of fetishes and kinks with great insider detail and you can tell the judges are impressed, let alone the crowd. They adore you with your quick wit and obvious love for the subject and you win them over as a large number cheer for you openly. You really think that you may have taken the whole thing. Ivan is your only real competition and it’s a real tossup who did better. You know you did good when the staff has you pulled backstage along with a few other guys, Ivan and Brad among them, so they can announce the results. You wait backstage with bated breath for the announcer to call out the name of the first place winner. [(link:"And the Winner is...")[(goto:"Second Place!")]]

Strange thoughts go through your head as you leave your room to walk to the arena. Half-bidden memories emerge as you stand on the elevator, filling your mind with events and emotions that you know you never experienced. You walk through the halls of the hotel with the confident gait of someone who has been here for days and try to stop the strange thoughts from entering your head. You need to stay focused on the task that awaits you at the arena. The Kink Grand Prix. (if: $sleep is 7)[(link:"Head to the Arena")[(goto:"Sleepy Head")]]\ \(if: $vendor is 7)[(link:"Head to the Arena")[(goto:"Vendor Ending")]]\ \(if: $brad is <7 and $vendor is <7 and $ghost is <5 and $points is <0)[(link:"Head to the Arena")[(goto:"Didn't Make It")]]\ \(if: $ghost is 5)[(link:"Head to the Arena")[(goto:"Item Ghost")]]\ \(if: $brad is 7 and $ghost is not 5 and $vendor is <7 and $sleep is not 7 and $points is <0)[(link:"Head to the Arena")[(goto:"Behind Stage")]]\ \(if: $brad is <7 and $ghost is not 5 and $vendor is <7 and $sleep is not 7 and $points is >-1)[(link:"Head to the Arena")[(goto:"Behind Stage")]]

You are introduced as the first rookie to ever make it to the finals and while your inexperience shows a little you think you managed to pull off a pretty great performance. You can tell that some of the judges agree with that assessment and a few members of the audience even cheer for you as you talk about what kink means to you and your lifestyle. You finish on a strong note and head backstage to a polite cheering from the crowd. You wait backstage nervously as you hear the announcer begin warming the crowd up for the winner. You see Ivan and a few others get pulled away for something and you try not to let it get to you. You could still be a winner, maybe they’re the runner-ups? Either way the announcer is just about ready to call the winner and you listen intently for your name. [(link:"And the Winner is...")[(goto:"Did Not Place")]]

You head onstage and try your best but you can tell things aren’t going your way. Introduced as a rookie you can tell that the crowd agrees with that estimation of you. Your skills display is met with some applause from the crowd but you get the feeling that they are just being polite. You see multiple judges shaking their heads as they write things down and you slink offstage just hoping that you didn’t just embarrass yourself in front of the entire world for nothing. You don’t even bother to stick around and wait for the winner’s name to be called, instead sliding down a pillar in the lobby with your head in your hands to wait for the rankings to be posted. You pray you did enough to just not come in last. [(link:"And the Winner is...")[(goto:"Last Place...")]]

The arena is bouncing when you arrive. Boys dressed head to toe in leather, rubber gimps being tugged along by men in fursuits, pup boys being led around on leashes, every fetish you could imagine is here and that's just the audience finding their seats. Backstage in the contestant area you see the men who make up your competition and it is no less varied than the audience outside. Boys, men, furries, gimps, everyone seems to have gone all out in their niche. You begin to worry as you look down at your rather simple outfit that you might not have prepared enough. You wander back outside to the lobby and take a look at the audience milling out before the contest begins. It all makes you so goddamm horny. You stare in open lust as a boy is stripped naked only to be covered up again by duct tape as he is restrained to a pillar in the lobby. One of his tormenters reaches down and takes off a sock, shoving it in the boy's mouth and covering it with more tape. They laugh as the boy struggles against the tape and you can hear them lecturing him on the dangers of disobedience. They poke and prod and knock the boy around for a few minutes before leaving him trapped there with nothing but a sign. A pang of lust and maybe a little jealousy hits you as you walk over and read it. "This toy is to remain here through the entire show as punishment. Please abuse him for his misbehavior so he learns his lesson." You can't help yourself. His nipples are just there in front of you having been kept clear of the tape prison; completely defenseless. You reach out and twist one hard and watch his eyes light up in pain as a muffled yell gets past his sock gag. You laugh at his reaction and others take notice of your new toy and come over to help. None of you know who this nameless boy is and none of you care as you grope and squeeze and smack his balls under the tape. He is slapped and humped and more than one person starts calling for the crowd to take a collective piss on him. You start to feel bad about the scene you've started when you see the fear in his eyes at the mention of piss but your worries are short-lived as a guy in a full body rubber suit kneels next to the boy and takes a urinal hood and duct tape of his own out his bag. He looks up as expectantly as he locks his hood in place, leans against a nearby pillar, and holds out the roll of duct tape to the crowd. The crowd takes the not so subtle hint and in a flash he is secured to the pillar by a cadre of expert tape-wielders and the piss begins to overflow the newly installed contest urinal. Another boy calls out that he wants to be used as a urinal too but doesn't have a hood. The crowd of solves his problem quickly and he is installed on a pillar opposite the wall to allow more space for the crowd that has been growing steadily ever since you first started playing with the punished boy. You look to your left and see a dozen cocks being ground against him at once. You look to your right and see two boys being covered in the piss of countless guys. You look straight ahead and see the entrance to the stage for contestants. You're torn. You know you should head for the contest but as you turn and look around and see the amount of toys being taken out and used on the audience members, though orgy members might describe them more now, you hesitate to want to leave it. It doesn't matter how you feel though as you feel a pair of strong arms grab a hold of you and hoist you over their shoulder with surprising ease. You see that the first boy who was taped has had an arm freed that is currently being lowered from pointing at you before getting back to stroking the cock of one of his tormentors. You yell in surprise as your clothes are quickly torn from you but are muffled yourself when your underwear is balled up and shoved in your mouth. The first boy smirks as he watches the crowd stretch your limbs backwards against a pillar and begin taping you as well. You try to struggle and tell them from behind your gag that you need to be elsewhere but your cock betrays you. No one believes your resistance is real when you’re leaking pre-cum like a faucet and moaning openly. You are quickly restrained, suspended as your limbs have been wrapped around the pillar with just your hard cock and balls poking out in front of you. You are quickly brought to the edge and are brought down when your balls are smacked repeatedly and squeezed by a group of guys you have never met before. You just hope you can get out before the contest begins. You don’t but that doesn’t matter either. The contest was apparently forgotten by the audience as a full out orgy breaks out in the lobby. Cum, piss, and whips fly freely through the air and the moans of dozens of subs being used deafens everything else. You are edged and edged and edged until your balls hurt more from the teasing of your angry red cock than they do from the group of men who have been abusing them constantly. Tears roll down your cheeks as a knee grinds into your crotch, painfully crushing your aching pent up balls. Your cries fall on deaf ears though as boys all around you receive all sorts of pain and pleasures by the mob that was to be the audience. Maybe the contest is still happening in the arena proper without the audience, maybe it’s not. You don't know. You just know that as you cry out in pain when a hand leaves your cock just as you reach the edge for what feels like the hundredth time, you're definitely having a better time out here than you would have in the competition. [[The End]]

Thanks for playing! This is the longest kink project I've ever worked on so any feedback is greatly appreciated. I'd be happy to hear what you enjoyed or would like to see in the future. You can find out more about me and how to get in touch with me on the contact page of cervellowrites.neocities.org. You can also drop me a line about having something you made appear in a future project. I'd be super happy to have guest contributors for my next project, be it writing or art or whatever it is that you do. Your work would be credited to you of course. Or you can simply contact me to chat about how hot being mindless would be or the struggles of finding a nice Dom boyfriend. One last thing for the repeat players trying to see it all. Your point total only matters for getting five of the endings. Poke around, you'll figure out how to trigger the others. Or take a look at this [[Walkthrough]]. Thanks again for playing! [(link:"Restart")[(reload:)]]

You try to walk past the shady looking man without making eye contact but he casually reaches out and grabs your arm as you walk past. Frightened you turn to him and try to tell him confidently to let you go but he snorts in derision hearing the trembling in your voice. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing in an alley at this time of night?" He asks. "Looking to turn a few tricks boy?" You timidly shake your head no and he laughs. "Of course you are. Why else would you be out here dressed like that?" You look down at your outfit unsure of what he means. Instead of your travel clothes you're wearing a cockhound shirt and bootyshorts. For a second you think something is wrong but dismiss it. You always dress like this you tell him. Just because you're a cock slut doesn't mean you're a whore. You don't need to take money for sex when you look like this. You can get as much cock as you want any time. He chuckles. "Of course you don't need to be a whore to get cock but that's not why you're here. You like how degrading it is. You like how cheap it makes you feel to know any man can buy your ass for his use whenever he wants. You like how being a whore makes you feel isn't that right?" You want to disagree but thinking about it you really can't. You remember the first time a guy mistook you for a whore. You'd spent hours working on his cock and feeling his cock finally explode onto your face felt great, but not as good as the thrill you got when he threw a few bills down on your nightstand and left abruptly. You felt used. You felt dirty. You felt more aroused than you had in months. You liked being treated like a whore and looking at how little he had paid you, you were a cheap whore. You smile and run your hand down the Man in the Alley's chest, stopping and squeezing his crotch. You open your mouth to give your prices but he stops you. "No you stupid whore, you know the rules. If I want to use my property it'll be how and when I decide. You're here to work tonight. You got too long a break while your tattoo healed and now it's time for you to earn your keep again. So thank me for not tossing your ass out on the streets and start making me some money." You rub your hand over your tramp stamp. "$5 a ride" it said telling the world exactly what a cheap little whore you were deep down inside. You kiss your pimps feet thanking him for letting you work for him. He took such good care of you with the money you earned for him, even if he could be cruel. Sometimes after he was done with you you felt like the most worthless piece of trash that was too stupid to be good for anything other than being a cheap place in which men could dump their cum. He made you feel like a dumb cunt that wasn't even fit to speak, mouth only there to be filled with cock. And although you'll spend the rest of your life trying, taking cock after cock after cock to make money for him, you'll never be able to repay him for that. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Prostitution")]]

You wake up with a groan. You were having such a great dream that you didn’t want to end. Your dreams were filled with glorious cocks that gave you all the cum you could want. You can almost taste cum on your tongue as you try to hang on to the image of a man choking you with his cock with a look of sadistic glee on his face. He eventually fades from your mind as dreams tend to do and you find yourself pining after him. He wasn’t treating you nicely, that much you could tell, but the dream you just lapped it up. You can’t stop thinking about him as the day goes on. You search the eyes of strangers for that same sadistic glint in their eye but all you see is the lust of those wanting your body, not wanting your soul. Your craving settles as the day goes by and by the time you’re ready to head out for the evening he’s slipped your mind completely. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $shade to 1)

(if: $hypnodemo is 0 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[A genial looking man is setting up in front of a sizable class. Though it looks like a full room the man spots you and waves you on over to him and introduces himself as Paul. He says that unfortunately the class is full tonight but he could squeeze you in if you’re up for some adventure. His intended hypnotic subject is home tonight with the flu, and he could do worse than a cutie like you as a substitution if you’re up for it. **Action:** [[Hypnosis Volunteer]]]\ \(if: $hypnodemo is 1 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[The hypnosis class has no seats left in it tonight.]\ \(if: $deepthroat is 0 and $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[You open the door only to find an empty classroom on the other side. You sigh in disappointment and turn around to see Dan, the owner of the Dungeon, looking at you with a smirk in his eyes. "Sorry, you missed it. I run the deepthroat class happens in the afternoon so the boys have the night to go out and practice their new skills. Still, it's pretty slow tonight and the front takes care of itself. I could give you a private lesson if you like?" he says with a wink in his eyes and a bulge in his pants. **Action:** [[Deepthroat that Dong]]]\ \(if: $deepthroat is 1 and $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[The door to the classroom is locked. Seems it's all full already.] **Connected Areas** [[Local Dungeon]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $sissy is 0 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[The class is full of boys in various stages of makeup and amusement on their faces. At the front of the class you spot the sissy sisters living up to their name as they swish about the classroom talking to people. You are startled however when they loudly pronounce your arrival and flit over to you and drag you into the middle of the room. “The perfect example of what I was just describing. Such raw untapped potential hidden away behind a layer of unneeded masculinity. My dear boi, won’t you help us and the class out by becoming our project for the night?” You struggle to contain a laugh as you give their offer consideration. It might not be your normal Friday night activity but maybe a little crossdressing is what you need to pad out your kink resume? **Action:** [[Be the Sissy Model]]]\ \(if: $sissy is 1 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[The class is full, you can't find a seat.]\ \(if: $toy is 0 and $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[You get a nice seat before class starts but are treated to sad news very quickly. It seems Dan, who was giving this particular class, thought he had left some toys here to practice on but he has looked all over and they are out tonight. He’s very sorry but unless somebody else thought to bring something there’s not gonna be much for them to do tonight. The class shuffles and looks around but it doesn’t seem like anyone has brought anything. “Come on now.” Dan says surveying the class.” Surely there’s one toy out there among you. It doesn’t have to be anything spectacular. I just need one volunteer, guys.” You don’t have a toy on you but you could always volunteer to run out and grab something from the nearby kink store. It’d be more work than you imagined coming into class but at least something would get done tonight. **Action:** [[Volunteer to Help Find a Toy]]]\ (if: $toy is 1 and $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[Despite what the sign says, there doesn't appear to be a class in here tonight.] **Connected Areas** [[Local Dungeon]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You realize that you’re awake. It feels strange somehow. Different. Foreign. As you ponder the sensation you realize that you’ve been awake for over an hour actually, you just hadn’t noticed until a few moments ago. You begin to ponder the sensation of pondering and how strange it feels to feel something is strange. You continue on in this manner for much longer than you really should and you start to worry that you might have come down with something serious. The fact that you find the feeling of worry a novel experience has you even more worried. You head to the shower hoping that maybe a scrub will help clear some of your feelings away. Hope. That’s a weird feeling for sure. You manage to start feeling more normal as the day goes on despite finding yourself slipping into long periods where you simply stare ahead thinking about nothing. The time between the nothing periods grows longer while the nothing periods grow shorter and by the time you are ready to head out into the hotel lobby you hope that the last one you experienced was the last one you will experience. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $hypnodemo to 1)

You lay perfectly still in your bed when you wake up staring blissfully at the ceiling. Half formed dreams of the delicious scent of cinnamon and vanilla waft through your mind as you stare blankly ahead waiting. For what, you’re not sure but you are content to sit here and wait. That is until you notice the tiny sensation of something on your body. Hair. You gasp in horror as you look down and see yourself covered in icky body hair. You run to the bathroom looking around for a razor in panic before you realize what you’re doing. You’ve had body hair since you were like 12. Why would you think that you wouldn’t have it today? You breathe deep and try to calm down after your little surge of adrenaline. Despite your best efforts you keep feeling grossed out by the hair on your body all day long. You spend most of the day under the covers where you can’t see it. Eventually you must get used to it because you manage to scrub yourself down in the shower and only feel minimal revulsion. You get dressed hoping to find something tonight to distract yourself from the lingering revulsion still buried deep down in you. You gain 2 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $sissy to 1)

You awaken a fierce fire burning within you. You know what you want and you seek it out easily. Musk. The things all pigs spend their lives dreaming about. Your nose knows exactly where to find them and how to get the most out of each sniff. You quickly go through all your used clothes and get your fill of sweat and precum and all your favorite smells. You have memories of smelling these things before, being surrounded by them completely, but it’s different now. You are in control, not your lust for stench. You spend the day marveling at your newfound self-control and ability to tell who will be game for your particular desires. You stop many men on the street and have your face buried in their shoes, pits, crotches, and any number of things after only a few words. You can simply tell who would reciprocate your love of the smell of man and sex and you sate your desires with ease. By the time night comes you know that while this will always be a part of you now, you will always have full control over it. You gain 5 experience. [[Hotel Lobby]] (set: $points to $points +5) (set: $days to $days -1)

You show Dan the collar you’ve found. Interested, he looks it over and comments on how well it was made and the how unusual the material is. You see him pause when he sees the heart and pawprint logo on the collar. He looks up at you with an inquisitive look in his eye and asks if you are sure you don't remember where you got this? You shake your head and explain that you just had it when you woke up in your hotel this morning and you only got here last night. He looks at you skeptically before shrugging and reaching down for something under the counter. “It's real strange” he says “This is a very rare collar you have here with a lot of history. If you'll wait until the classes are over I'll be happy to show you the unique way it's used." **Action:** [[Join Dan for a Private Lesson]] **Connected Areas** [[Local Dungeon]] (set: $item to 0) <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

The sign wasn't lying, this place is packed with goods. The leather-clad owner of the store, Oscar, introduces himself as you walk through door and offers to help you look around if you need it. You thank him and walk further in and understand his offer completely. The place is packed to the roof with products. It actually makes it a little hard to browse, seeing so much stuff. It's hard to know what's good and what things you could find online for five dollars. A large banner designates an entire third of the store as "The Leather Zone". Leather is hard to find back home always requiring a trip out of town to get anything custom. With a section this large there's sure to be something you like. A cardboard cutout of Oscar holding a leather whip greets you as you enter and exit the zone. Wandering around you find a door in the back of the store advertising some outfits for those of us who have a little animal inside us. You get the idea from the way the little cartoon fox on the sign saying "Animal Room" has his tail flipped up that this is where you go to get your fur on. (if: $days is 2)[Walking into a new aisle of the giant store you can see a tall thick man in leather at the other end. This might be worth checking out. [[Check out the Man]]]\ \(if: $days is not 2) [For a store this big it's surprisingly empty. Maybe everyone is outside enjoying the fun at this time of night.] **Connected Areas** [[The Leather Zone]] [[Animal Room]] [[Downtown]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[The shop owner might know more about the plug since he deals in sex toys for a living. Maybe you should [[Show Oscar the Butt Plug]]]\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

People dancing, men in leather and rubber. Dancers on poles on top of cages filled with begging pleading boys lining a wall. This is your kind of scene. The constant bass the DJ is pumping out has the dance floor packed with guys grinding and humping all over each other. You wouldn't be surprised if somewhere deep in the middle of the pack of manmeat people were doing more than grinding. The back wall of the club is lined with a row of cages, each with its own boy restrained inside constantly getting poked and prodded by the club patrons. You can practically hear the moans coming from the back over the sounds of the music. (if: $days is 3)[You manage to slip into the bar for a drink but before you can order the bartender slips you a note. [[See What the Note Says]]]\ \(if: $days is not 3) [The bar seems to have a never ending stream of customers tonight. There's no way you could get close enough for a drink.] **Connected Areas** [[Dance Floor]] [[Wall of Cages]] [[Main Street]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[Apparently it's furry night at the club. You see people sporting ears and tails and even a few fursuits in the club. You have that pair of ears you found in your room, maybe they'd fit in with the club theme tonight. [[Examine the Cat Ears]]]\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

A large field in the middle of town has been converted into a market of sorts. You'd think it temporary if not for the large gates that open the area up with a gloriously shiny black gimp suit on display, the mannequin positioned to welcome guests in. Booths, kiosks, and wandering merchants go around hawking their handmade fetish gear on the inside. You could definitely find something you like in all this mess. A modest looking latex and rubber booth is gathering quite the crowd around it. You can hear others around you murmuring how good the material is, so thick and shiny with no blemishes. You can't see anything special from this distance. Maybe you should get a closer look at the stuff yourself. Of course, a pup play stand is a popular attraction here. You see tons of men walking their boys up to it and leaving with their newly purchased tails happily wagging. You're sure a stand getting this much attention must sell more than the standard hoods and collars. You should check it out. A large portly man seems to be having trouble attracting people to his wares. He doesn't have a flashy sign and his products all look much to big to be easily carried off without the use of a vehicle but what he does have intrigues you. A series of custom bondage furniture all of his own design. You definitely gotta see what some of those are about. (if: $days is 4)[A man calls out from a stage in the middle of the vendor area asking for volunteers to help with an upcoming demonstration of the latest in kink innovations. [[Help with the demonstration]]]\ \(if: $days is not 4)[There's a curiously empty stage in the middle of the vendor area. There must have been a show here some other night.] **Connected Locations** [[Latex and Rubber Booth]] [[Puppy Play Stand]] [[Bondage Furniture Vendor]] [[Main Street]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You sit next to Brad and he looks at you and sighs. "Why are we always fighting?" he says with a forlorn look in his eyes. "I don't know why you bother me so much but I promise I'm gonna change my ways. There's no point in it. The best man will win the contest and that's that. Why don't you have a drink with me and we can forget this whole thing between us?" **Action:** [[Have a Drink with Brad]] **Connected Areas** [[Hotel Amenities]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You down your drink in record time and follow Damien to the storage area feeling slightly inebriated. It doesn’t just taste amazing; it gets you drunk quick. You bump into him as he stops in a small room surrounded by bottles of things and you apologize. You’re feeling a bit out of it you tell him. He assures you that it’s perfectly normal. That the drink affects certain boys a different way. That he could tell by looking at you that you were one of them. That you would make the perfect new addition to his brewery. Feeling dizzier every second you start to slump and he catches you and looks deep in your eyes. Caught in them, he pushes you down to your knees and takes out his cock. You mumble something in your confusion but he shoves his cock between your lips and then it happens. You taste it. The beautiful wonderful drink you’ve been tasting all evening comes pouring into your mouth. Only this time, it’s not diluted with anything else. You get the pure hot sour piss directly from his cock and you eagerly suck it down. You chug and swish and taste every wonderfully disgusting drop before it peters out. Desperate for more you start sucking his cock, trying to coax anything out you can. You can feel it, you know he’s got more in the tank. He’s holding back on you and you want, no need the rest. He laughs and pushes you off him, saying he knew he picked the right one. Dizzy, desperate, and weak you look at him up trying to show the desire in your eyes for more. He understands and helps you to your feet, promising to take you to a place where you never have to go without again. He does something that you’re too distracted with the thought of piss to notice and the wall opens up in front of him. He leads you down into the heart of his brewery, where he makes the secret ingredient for his signature cocktail. You see a line of six boys restrained to a wall covered in various bits of rubber and tubing but you don’t care. What interests you is the liquid that flows directly from the cock of one boy through the clear tubing to the mouth of the next. Exquisitely dark yellow piss. Piss flows through a tube into the boy at the start of the line from a tank and gets progressively darker and darker as it makes its way from the cock of each boy in the line into the mouth of the next. The boy at the very end has his piss flow directly into bottles that move on some sort of conveyor belt. The whole thing is mesmerizing to watch. The piss flow never ceasing, each boy constantly being filled with and emptying their never slowing cocks of pure filtered urine. You try and take one of the bottles but Damien stops you in your weakened state telling you to be patient. He ruffles your hair and tells you that you can have all you can handle and more in a second. He’s just got to prep you. As he strips you naked and starts to attach the tubes to your cock and inserts a hollow plug into you he tells you about your new life. How he used to spike his drinks with a bit of his piss and how everyone loved it while not knowing what it was. His experiments with traditional refining methods worked out alright but he felt disappointment at both the time required and the results. Meeting the very first boy online on a piss drinking site and discovering that his date’s body made for a natural refinery during their watersports sessions. How they both agreed his life would be better spent as a urine concentrate machine, starting his new brewery . Over time more and more boys were added to refine the piss down even more until it was so strong he barely had to use any in his drinks to get the effect. And how he’s going to use you to achieve his ultimate goal. Urine so strong he need only use a single drop per drink. He explains that the urinals upstairs drain directly into the tank in here so his boys have a never ending supply of the sweet golden nectar they all crave as he straps you into your new position at the end of the line, all kitted out in your refinery gear. He gives you one last spurt of urine from his cock before hooking the tube from the previous last place boy and sticking it into the mask over your face. It’s intense. Even to the piss loving maniac his drinks have brought out in you, it’s hard to stomach. The piss so incredibly strong and concentrated, it’s all you can do to not gag on the never ending stream going down your throat. Damien smiles as he watches your disgust turn to pleasure over time, your mind and body adjusting to your new place in life. He watches as the first drop of dark amber urine falls from your permanently hard cock knowing that soon his new product will never stop pouring out and how orgasmic it’ll feel for you. Once enough piss has flowed into you that it'll never stop flowing out it’ll feel like a 24/7 orgasm, as your throbbing cock releases itself forever. Damien walks away to get back to tending bar upstairs satisfied you’ve assimilated into your new place in life. Just another piece of equipment in his refinery. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Beer Refinery")]]

You wake with a strange taste in your mouth. You can’t place it but it’s kind of unpleasant actually. You walk over to the bathroom and swish a mouthful of water around but you find that it doesn’t taste any better. You grimace as you brush your teeth, the normally minty toothpaste doing nothing for you. You give up and resign to go about your day but a strange thing happens as you take your morning piss. You have a huge urge to shove your head in before you flush. You manage to resist the urge and flush your piss away but you wonder where on earth that could have possibly come from. You find yourself thinking about that piss that was flushed away as the day goes on no matter how hard you try to think of something less disgusting. It just sticks out to you. The way it was so dark and warm and it just looked so…you’d rather not think about it. You clean yourself up for a night out and vow to do something to get it off your mind as you head out for the night. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $bartender to 1)

Night 7 Brad is at the club because he's a douche. Night 6 Brad is at the Dungeon. Night 5 Brad is at Alleyways. Night 4 Brad is at the vendors. Night 3 Brad is at the bar. Night 2 Brad is at Kink Store. Night 1 Brad comes if you order room service.

Before you can volunteer you see someone take the stage first without being prompted. "Well looks like we have one pushy volunteer" the man says as the crowd laughs "guess you'll be taking the top role in this demonstration. We do still need another volunteer to the be the 'bottom' of our little demo if we have any takers. From the looks of this guy I'm guessing he won't take it easy though." Of course Brad had to go and insert himself into something you wanted but you are super curious about the demo. You can't tell what the furniture on stage could possibly be used for but you do still have a way to find out. **Action:** [[Demonstrate with Brad]] **Connected Areas** [[Vendor Area]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

Feeling cowed by the waiter's insistence you order the special. You feel worried after you hear the words come out of your mouth, you don't have the money for this, but feel calm and relaxed when you see the waiter beaming as he walks away. It feels good to know you made him so happy. You'd like to do it again. You're not sure why. Your happiness fades when the waiter places your dinner in front of you. The entire plate is covered in a strange white sauce that smells like chlorine. You unenthusiastically poke at it with a fork and notice your waiter is still there waiting for you to take a bite. You cut of a piece and place it in your mouth. It tastes like garbage but you do your best to give the waiter a big smile and thumbs up. He beams again and your heart fills with joy again. "Oh I knew you'd like it. I looked at you and I simply knew you'd like it. You love it. Look at you, you can't get enough. I knew you'd love it. I saw you and I thought he simply must love the special!" He's right. The special grows on you as you eat it and by the end you think it's the best meal you've ever had. You feel gratitude that your waiter was so pushy but worry has grown in your stomach as the meal comes to an end. You can't pay. You look through your wallet multiple times after the bill is dropped off with a big smile at your table but no extra money ever appears no matter how much you wish it would. After some time the waiter approaches you and asks if there's a problem with your bill. Unable to look up from your plate you mumble something about not being able to pay. For the first time since the meal started the glassy smile on your waiter's face stops, if only for a second. You see a quick frown on his face before it turns back to the same glassy smile he's always had. "But Sir! You simply must pay for your meal. It is the basis of our society. You must pay!" You look down at your plate face hot with shame at letting down the best waiter you've ever had. You weakly mumble about having no money again only to feel him grab you by the wrist. Startled he pulls you up and starts walking you towards the kitchen staring directly at you and saying "Sir, all guests must pay for their meal. You must pay. You will pay Sir." You meekly go along with him hoping you can wash a few dishes and get out here with at least your dignity. The kitchen isn't what you expected. Oh sure, it has the bright sparkling pots and pans of a high class industrial kitchen but the staff is something else altogether. Everyone, from the cooks to the waiters to the busboys, has the same professional outfit and expression on their face. You can see the sweat on all their faces from being stuffed in tuxedos in front of a hot fire but they don't look concerned for their own comfort. They all stare at you with the same happy smile your waiter has been fixing on you all evening. You're caught unawares simply taking the view in when your clothes are suddenly ripped off of you by several hands. You start to shout but a hand quickly covers your mouth. "Sir. You must pay for what you've done. You simply must. Don't you agree?" And the weird thing is, you do. Something about his tone all evening has made you trust him and now is no different. You nod your agreement and let them dress you in a tux of your own without any fuss. You reflect on your need for punishment as you feel a plug inserted in your hole as your hair is slicked back. You begin to ask what your punishment is going to entail when you feel a pulse of vibration in your hole from the plug. The pleasure is so intense it causes you to lose your train of thought. You start to ask about the vibration when it happens again, only stronger. You are shaken for even longer, unable to do anything but bask in the feeling. You start to speak a third time when the plug switches on and doesn't stop vibrating. Drool leaks from your mouth as you stare blankly ahead and the waiter begins to whisper in your ear. "You must stop trying to speak; it does no one any good for a waiter to speak their mind. You must accept that you are here to serve the guests and that is the extent of your function anymore. You simply must accept that you have no thoughts of your own, only a script that plays when prompted. You must accept all of this, Sir, because it is true. Because that buzzing in your servant ass won't let you accept anything else. That plug controls your body now as the plug in my ass controls me. It makes you a mindless servant automaton waiter just as it does the rest of us doesn't it Sir?" You try and resist and fight the urge to agree but you can’t. “Of course!” you hear yourself say as the plug pulses in your ass “but you mustn’t call me Sir anymore. That honor is reserved for people who are our guests. Having broken the rules I have forfeited the right to be a person. I only exist to wait on our guests now.” The other waiter nods and hands you a tray of food to be brought out to a table of waiting guests. There is no need for him to tell you where it goes, the plug in your ass vibrates as you move, directing your every motion. You serve the guests effortlessly, with a smile on your face and a buzz in your ass before you are compelled to enter the storage room and stand in a row of other employees at the end of the night. The bartender of the hotel enters and surveys the stable of employees while you stare straight ahead unmoving. He walks up and stares at his newest staff member for a moment and you feel a deep vibration in your ass that causes you to bend forward and kiss his hand. Satisfied he walks to the end of the storage room, turns out the light and locks the door speaking as he does so. “See you tomorrow boys. It’s gonna be a long hard day filled with sweaty, back-breaking work. You’re gonna love every second of it.” You agree with the words of the bartender and look forward to being of service but not by choice. You do it because you simply must. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Waiting Tables")]] (set: $ghost to $ghost +1)

A vague memory comes to mind. A pulse in your ass sending you from one table to the next, ever smiling, ever happy to serve. Nights spent in restaurant storage, smiling blankly at the wall of vegetables across from you, just another tool of the restaurant. As you stretch in bed you feel something lodged in your ass. You reach down and are surprised that your fingers meet silicone. There's some sort of plug in your ass that you certainly don't remember putting in there. Then again your memories of the day before are hazy at best. You should be happy you had a little fun. You shower and clean the plug and try to shake off the weird memories of restaurant life but are left with a general sense of eagerness to please. You happily help people throughout your day, smiling and happy to help in any way you can. It feels natural for you to insist on helping others, it feels like that's what you were made for. You have a very happy generous day before returning to the hotel lobby to decide what to do with your night. You gain 2 experience and the ''Plug'' item. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $busboy to 1) (set: $item to 4)

The man thanks you for your cooperation. Most people can’t tell what it’s for either so you’ll make a great demonstration. He has you lay down in a loose mess of ropes and straps. He grins down at you and pulls one strap hard. Suddenly all the loose materials go taught and you're trussed up, but not on the ground. You’re completely tied up and suspended in the air by this contraption. The effect is neat and showy but you still don’t know what the purpose of this chair is. You’re lower than somebody standing but you're still suspended in the air. You’re definitely not at a height that would make it convenient to fuck you. You start to ask what you're supposed to do in here when the vendor puts his finger up to your lip and shushes you. He turns around and gives you a full view of the fat sweaty cheeks hanging out from his assless leather chaps. He lowers his fat jiggling cheeks down onto your face smothering you in the intense stench and sweat coming from his hot hole. Your nostrils full of the powerful stench of man you try and wriggle your way out of his hole and find that you can't move at all. He explains to you that this system was designed for exactly this, an easy way to make boys into chairs. He’s able to sit with his full weight down on your face without putting undue pressure on your neck or back and you are stuck there until he decides otherwise. You can be his piece of furniture for as long as he wants and you will have no danger of waking up sore the next day. You try and ask how long he plans to use you but he can’t hear what you're asking, your mouth too smothered in his fat ass. An unknown amount of time passes as you breathe in his ass, helpless to do anything but lay there and be his seat. Initially you refuse to lick him; you enjoy rimming as much as the next guy but you know nothing about this man. But over time the smell of his ass becomes just so alluring. It smells like sweat and musk and sex and it takes all you have not to give up resisting and burying your tongue in his hole. Eventually a drop of sweat falls into your mouth as you open it to breathe and you are blown away. It's sweaty, it's salty, it's what a man should taste like. Your resistance cracks. You break. You stick your tongue out to taste a few more drops of that wonderful sweat. You hear a grunt of approval from above as you finally give in and shove your tongue deep within him and worship his ass for all it's worth. You spend what feels like hours worshiping his ass but can’t tell how much time is passing. Frankly you don’t care either, you could stay buried between his cheeks forever. Which is why it’s such a shock when he stands up and you get a breath of air not laced with the taste of him. You protest. You squirm and wriggle and beg. You don't want to get out from under his ass, you weren’t done. You haven’t had your fill. You don't want to see the stars above you, don't wanna see people around, you don't want to see anything, you just want the feeling of fat ass cheeks on your face. The vendor smiles at you and tells you that he’s not abandoning you, he just wants to give others a turn. Your panic turns to joy as a twink plops his ass down on your face with as much care as one takes sitting on a sofa. You thank him internally, happy to be again buried deep inhaling and tasting that manly musky sweaty thing that’s your new favorite thing in the world. Ass. You get your wishes fulfilled as scores of other men come to use you. The vendor uses you to show off his revolution in rim chair technology. You rim ass after ass after ass and you love it. Each one tastes better than the one before it. You never want this stop. You want to be here forever. You don't want to have to return to your normal life. In fact, you tell the vendor all this as his shop closes up for the night. He looks down at you with a look of pity on his face and asks you what your name is. Chair, seat, asslicker, buttmuncher, you tell him it doesn’t matter, you need him to sit on you. NOW. He looks down at you with more pity and apologizes. He thought he had stayed on your face long enough to give you the urge to rim but he didn't think it was long enough to make you so addicted. He just wanted you to help tonight is all. He doesn’t have any way to turn you back. All you’ll ever care about now is getting more ass to eat. Oh well though he says. It'll be convenient having a boy he can take everywhere as a model for his chair. He won't have to keep snagging gullible boys off the street everywhere he goes. Your begging turns to moans as he lowers his ass onto your face once again. Another hour or two with you in there and he won't have to worry about listening to you beg anymore. Once his musk gets that deep in your brain, all that'll remain is the nice good chair you were always destined to be. No speaking, no thinking, nothing to separate you from any other chair he owns except for the tongue that will worship him and anyone he chooses to share you with in desperation forever. Just like the good asslicking chair you are. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Rim Chair")]] (set: $vendor to $vendor +1)

You eagerly slip the hood on and ask to see this mirror of his. You want to see what it's like to have the smooth featureless face that makes men want to hurt you with no regard to the boy underneath, you think suprising yourself at the intensity of the thought. Dom pulls you into an area behind his booth and takes you behind some curtains where a full length mirror stands. You see yourself in it. Rather you see a boy with a similar body to yours and an anonymous face smoothed down so much as to not be recognizable as anyone. Dom whispers in your ear that you may stand and look at yourself for as long as you like but that he has to go back out to deal at the customers and he'll be coming by to collect you later. Unsure of what he meant you take the time you have to look at yourself in the mirror. The hood really does suit you. It's almost like it was custom made for your head. The way it seamlessly molds into your neck, the two silver stripes almost appearing to blend into your skin at the edge of the hood. The way that it covers your head so completely and smoothly with not a centimeter of space anywhere. You’re unable to make out that it's you in the mirror even though it's a sight you've seen every day in the mirror your entire life. You think back to your old face under the hood and wonder why you ever thought it looked good. This is how you were meant to look. You didn’t look like yourself before. And that's because it wasn’t you before. It wasn't you that you were seeing until now. You frown, unsure of why you just thought that. You don't see anything before you. You don't see anyone, just a shapeless mass of rubber for a face. Why would that be you? But the same time isn't it you something inside you thinks. Shouldn’t this be what you look like? Don't you look just so much hotter with no face? Just a smooth bit of rubber masking the boy beneath. Wouldn't it be great if people just saw you as a toy and not as a person? Isn't that what you're here for after all? To show the world what a good little toy you are? Isn't the whole point of this competition to show everyone that there is no better toy for them to use than you? It's almost like there's another voice in your head telling you things. You know they're not thoughts of your own but it's getting hard to tell what is coming from you and what isn’t. What exactly are you anyways? Are you not the toy the mirror tells you are? Are you not seeing an anonymous faceless toy whenever you look in the mirror? Are the silver stripes not spreading down from your head, down your body followed by thick black rubber sealing away the rest of you? Is it not true that with every passing second you become less and less of a boy and more and more of a rubber toy? Do you not feel the urge for someone to give you orders? Do you not want for a man to come along right now and use you as the rubber toy that you are? Can't you feel your every thought draining way as the rubber makes its way down your chest, forming a thick rubber bulge over your cock and balls? Don't you want to be mindless? Don't you want to be used with no regard to what you may be feeling? You open your mouth to moan that yes yes that's all you want but are stopped as the rubber makes its way inward. It coats your mouth and throat in thick black rubber. The rubber makes its way into you, coating you inside and out. You can feel the thick black rubber enveloping your brain, squeezing it tighter and tighter until you can barely think at all. You can feel yourself agreeing with whatever the voice tells you and it tells what you really were meant to be. You watch the last bit of rubber seal around your feet and the silver stripes all over your body shine brightly for a moment and then fade into the black of the rubber. You look at yourself in the mirror for a final time and you cease to exist. The thing that was you drops to its knees and stares blankly ahead into the mirror awaiting orders. It is incapable of thought. It is incapable of feeling. It is incapable of anything that isn't a direct order from its master. It is a good toy. It is obedient. It is exactly what the reflection in the mirror says it is. A rubber toy waiting for its master to come collect it and put it to work. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Drone Hood")]] (set: $vendor to $vendor +1) (set: $ghost to $ghost +1)

You wake up and stare blankly ahead. You don’t know why you’re doing so but you don’t really question it either. It feels natural to wait, though what you’re waiting for you don’t know. It feels almost wrong to think about what you might be waiting for. It is your job to wait and so you do, feeling empty in a way that's hard to describe. You feel empty on the inside. Eventually you shake yourself out of it and are shocked by just how long you sat there doing nothing. Hours have passed and to you it felt like mere minutes. You have time to slip into a quick shower and throw on an outfit. As you dress however something gives you pause. A thick rubber hood is in the closet among your belongings that you have no memory of purchasing. It’s clearly high quality, maybe the nicest piece of gear you have, if you even have this. You tuck it under your arm as you head out for the night, thinking you can find someone to show it to who might have some answers about it. You gain 3 experience and the ''Hood'' item. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +3) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $hood to 1) (set: $item to 5)

You wake up and discover that you've somehow stacked pillows on your head as you sleep. Rather than doing the normal thing and pushing them off you instead pull them down onto your face as hard as you can. It is so comfortable somehow; you know that you’re sleeping like this from now on. It just feels so much better to have those soft billowing cushions pressing on your face rather than under your head. The only problem you soon discover is that pillows are awfully hard to breathe through. After a quick shower you head out for the day and appreciate all the ass the town has to offer as you walk around. It’s a warm day and you find yourself imagining the sweat that must be dripping down people’s asses as they walk by. What it smells like. What it tastes like. Whether they would let you get a sample if you asked politely. When you find yourself wondering if it would be worth the risk to try and take a lick without even asking you return to your hotel room to straighten yourself out. While your mind resists getting ass off the brain you eventually manage to shake it off after a while and feel confident that you will behave when you head out the door for the evening. You gain 2 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $rimchair to 1)

You slink across the floor and point directly at him leaving no room for any other ideas about your attention. You show off the best moves you got but he returns them in turn making it look easy. God the sight of him just makes you, and everyone else here, so horny. As he saunters his sexy little ass towards you and starts grinding up and down you, the crowd cheers. You are so horny for this boy that you almost cum in your pants. You can hardly think about anything but nailing this boy. You straighten yourself out and know that you know how to deal with boys like him. They just need somebody to put them in their place. Then again, his touch is almost magic and would be hard to resist. You have no doubt in your mind that he could turn you into putty with his wonderful ass if he wanted to. There's another possible route to take to win this dance. Why not show the crowd you can slut it up too? [[Assert Your Dominance]] [[Outslut the Slut]]

You wake up utterly exhausted. You don’t know what you did yesterday that would have you so tired but you can feel the fatigue deep in your bones. You moan as you slowly slide out of bed, your body rebelling against the movement. Rather than your usual shower, you opt to soak in a hot bath all morning hoping to soak up a little relief. As you lay in the bath you are shocked by the fantasies that come into your daydreams. You are not usually much of a top but you can’t get the image of a hot fat ass sliding down your cock out of your head. You can almost feel it, so tight and hot on your prick that your hand doesn’t seem to be doing anything for you. You don’t want a hand, you want that ass. You want it hard and fast and deep and before you know it the water in your bath has gone ice cold. You get out with a gasp as you realize the time and throw some clothes on and head out the door for the night. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $dance to 1)

As you look at your ears you hear a gasp and look up to a see a twink with long curly hair in a black mesh top staring at the ears. “Oh my god” he says “those are so cute. They would look so good on me? How much do you want for them? You hand them over much to the delight of the twink. “Take them. I don’t even know where I got them. Fate must have wanted you to have them.” You say. “Are you serious? Thank you, you’re the best!” The twink gives you a big hug and looks them over in his hands. “They’re just so pretty. You are like the nicest guy ever!” You smile as he admires them before giving you a sheepish look. “Could you maybe put them on for me? Sorry, I know you just did the nicest thing by giving them to me but I don’t want the band to stick out of my hair. I promise I won’t bother you again after that mister nicest guy in the world. I get it if you’re busy though. Pretty pretty please!” **Action:** [[Put the Cat Ears on Him]] **Connected Areas** [[Club Cervello]] (set: $item to 0) <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Points = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

As you read the note the bartender tells you that some guy gave him and left towards the bathrooms. The note says the writer is a big admirer of yours and wants to meet you for some fun in the bathroom. The only thing indiciating who wrote the note is a B. You up for some bathroom fun? **Action:** [[Meet in the Bathroom]] **Connected Areas** [[Club Cervello]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You wake up without incident until you look in the mirror. You pause and examine yourself and you like what you see. While you haven’t always enjoyed the look of the man who stares back at you in the mirror, you know now that he is nothing to be worried about. You don’t know what’s changed within you but you like it. You like knowing that you are what you were meant to be. That nothing could change who you are. Because you realize that it’s not what’s on the outside that matters. It’s your spirit, your drive, the things that make up who you are, not what you look like, that the world truly sees. They don’t see the shell of a man who used to stalk you in the mirror, they see the wild animal on the inside. The animal that you will see when you look at yourself from now on with the confidence to be your wild self. You dress up for the evening and examine yourself again wondering how both nothing and everything could have changed about the man that is your reflection. You gain 5 experience. [[Hotel Lobby]] (set: $points to $points +5) (set: $days to $days -1)

(if: $gimp is 0 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5)[There's a wide variety of leather gear and accessories but the thing that stands out to you most is a book of all things. "The Good Boy Guide." It appears to be a leather-bound manual on how to be a good leatherboy. The thing looks so old, you know it's got to be full of some wild stuff. **Action:** [[Skim the Good Boy Guide]]]\ \(if: $gimp is 1 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5)[Nothing in the leather zone stands out to you. Maybe you're just not in the mood for it tonight.]\ \(if: $secret is 0 and $days is 4 or 3 or 2 or 1)[Among the harnesses and hoods and all things leather you see a ring. Picking it up it's a simple brass ring with the image a riding crop on it. Oscar, walking by, sees you holding it and quickly snatches it from your hands. You ask him what it was and he sighs. It's the secret ring from my brotherhood. Outsiders aren't supposed to see it. No use in hiding it now though. Since you've seen it you're now eligible for entry. What do you say, wanna join the leather brotherhood? **Action:** [[Join the Brotherhood]]]\ \(if: $secret is 1 and $days is 4 or 3 or 2 or 1)[The Leather Zone isn't doing much for you tonight. Maybe you'd have better luck finding something at the vendors you saw earlier.] **Connected Areas** [[Kink Store]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $fursuit is 0)[It's a furry paradise. Everything from simple bracelets and necklaces to complete fursuits and ornately detailed heads. The suits range from cartoony mascot suits to rubber skintight animal suits and everything in between. Every species there is must be represented by the dazzling display of the room but for some reason something small is sticking out to you. A simple set of ears on a hair band. Out of all the detailed and incredible costume pieces in the room all you have eyes for is a set of grey kitten ears. Pale grey ears. Dark spots. Feline. For some reason they really stick out to you among all the other bits of furry paraphernalia as looking the most....fun? You can't put your finger on it but for some reason you know that these ears are the thing in this room that was meant for you. **Action:** [[Try the Ears On]]]\ \(if: $fursuit is 1)[The Animal room is rather devoid of life tonight.] **Connected Areas** [[Kink Store]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

Oscar immediately snatches the plug out of your hand and gives you a stern look. “I have been waiting for you all day. You were supposed to be here modeling ages ago. I’ve got to take care of some customers right now but head to the back and get naked and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can to get you geared up. Go. Now!” You watch as Oscar shoves the plug into his pocket and walks away. You ponder your options. Clearly you aren’t the model he was expecting but it might be fun to be a fetish model for a while. It might even earn you a few extra bucks. No one would ever know you weren’t the boy who was supposed to have the plug and the modeling contract. **Action:** [[Enter the Stockroom]] **Connected Areas** [[Kink Store]] (set: $item to 0) <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You wake up curled into a ball in bed, cuddling a pillow in your arms. You feel so comfy and sweet that you just lay there for a while, enjoying the sliver of sun peeking through the curtains on your body. You yawn and nuzzle deeper into your pillow. You feel so good, all warm and cuddly that you could stay here quite happily all day. But it goes how it always does. No matter how comfortable you are, you must eventually get up and face the day. While you normally enjoy your shower you find it to be your enemy today. It’s cold and wet and makes your hair all matted and you slip out as fast as you can. You know there’s time to explore the city during the day but you find yourself uninterested. You feel perfectly happy to sit inside, content with the domestic lifestyle today. You watch TV, lazily batting the edge of the covers until it gets late enough that you decide you better get some sightseeing in so you don’t regret it. You reluctantly pull a reasonable outfit on as you know you need to head out tonight. You gain 3 experience and the ''Kitten Ears'' item. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +3) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $fursuit to 1) (set: $item to 3)

You wake up groggily, having dreamt of men in leather standing over you with lust in their eyes. It was so intense; it almost feels like you really were just another identical leatherboy in an army of servants. You absentmindedly reach down to adjust your chastity cage under your leather jockstrap as you think about your dream and laugh when you remember you sleep in the nude, sans cage. You shake it off and head to the shower but the desire for leather follows you throughout the day find yourself wishing you had packed much simpler clothing so you wouldn't stand out so much when you get out. Throughout the day you find yourself drawn to all the men in leather. An overwhelming desire to kneel and pledge your loyalty sweeps through you with every one you meet and you eventually return to your hotel before you do something to embarrass yourself on the streets. You wonder how vivid a dream would have to be to affect you so dramatically but eventually you think you’ve managed to shake it off and could head out for the night without making an ass of yourself in front of a stranger. Hopefully. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $gimp to 1)

You smile as you yawn and give yourself a nice big stretch, savoring each movement your body makes. You know that moving is a gift, just as the inability to move is as well. You stand and open the window, displaying your naked body to the world without a second thought. You know that it would be rather embarrassing if someone were to see you but you also know that that’s ok. You’d be mortified on some level, but on another you would be satisfied. You know that it’s natural to like what you like and that there’s nothing wrong with liking a healthy dose of shame and humiliation in your life. Indeed you find many opportunities to embarrass yourself as you walk around town during the day, without even meaning to do so. Your pants split as you bend over, revealing your pink briefs to a gaggle of laughing men nearby. You manage to ask for black cock instead of black coffee stumbling over your words from the hot barista and you can feel yourself blushing as he gives you a knowing smirk with your drink. And while it all bothers you, it also leaves you completely unfazed. You are completely fine in the knowledge that humiliation is something to be treasured as well as feared. As you dress for your night out you hope that you find yourself in many more blunders tonight, happy in the knowledge that no matter what happens, you’ll be able to relive the humiliation in your mind later tonight when it no longer stings anymore. You gain 5 experience. [[Hotel Lobby]] (set: $points to $points +5) (set: $days to $days -1)

Second hood in alleyway. You see a neon sign reflected off the hood when you look at it. A mysterious video game shop is there that you never noticed. They claim the hood is part of a super fancy new vr system. It goes with a new haptic suit, that's what the silver stripes are this time. Haptic feedback areas. They had lost the helmet and want it back. You can't exaclty remember where you got it and it does match their suit. You hand it over and they thank you and offer you a run in the game as a way of saying thank you. It's some sort of action game where alien robots are taking over the world and you have to stop them. **Action:** [[Enter the Virtual World]] **Connected Areas** [[Alleyway]] (set: $item to 0) <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You stare up at the ceiling as you wake up, happy to bask in the activity of doing nothing. You don’t do that enough, just enjoy not doing anything. You know it’s something you’ll be doing a lot more of in the future from now on. You need it, you’ve realized. You have always had a desire down inside to be assimilated, to be just part of the herd, another cog in the machine. You don’t need to be the squeaky wheel you know now. You are more than happy to just be a wheel that silently and mindlessly does its job. Indeed people on the street almost ignore you but you enjoy it rather than feel snubbed. When a passing man hands you a bit of trash and tells you to throw it away without even a glance in your direction, you smile and do as he says. You enjoy doing things for men. You like being of service and you don’t need recognition for it. You are perfectly happy to be an anonymous tool for people, something they take for granted. You don’t need to be seen to be seen. You know that it’s just who you are and you accept it. As you dress in a casual outfit for the night, you hope that somewhere out there you can find someone who needs something tonight and that you can be the one who does it for them. You gain 5 experience. [[Hotel Lobby]] (set: $points to $points +5) (set: $days to $days -1)

You wake up and sit up in your bed. You know how lucky you are to be able to sleep in such a nice big bed by yourself but you also know that you don’t need it. You look down at your hands and smile as you flex your fingers. And while you know that if you look behind you, you won’t see a tail, but you also know that it doesn’t matter. It’s with you in spirit even if it isn’t there physically. You know what you are now and you know it’s what you were meant to be. You dress and take yourself out for a walk and the world notices who you are too. Men stop and scratch you behind the ears as you walk by or offer to walk you to your destination. A few bold men even throw something for you to fetch and fix you a knowing smile at the grin on your face as you play with them. Everyone now knows who you are, or rather what you are. Despite the normal looking outfit you change into for the night, you know no one will be fooled as you head on out. The universe knows you’re a puppy and it will make sure you are treated as such. Just as you always hoped it would. You gain 5 experience. [[Hotel Lobby]] (set: $points to $points +5) (set: $days to $days -1)

You slowly lift the collar up and stare at the cute pink heart and scoff. There's no way a supposed curse is gonna stop you from getting a collar this good. As it goes around your neck you find yourself still holding your breath expecting something to happen. Instead you just check yourself out in the mirror and appreciate how good it looks on you. The big masculine collar with the dainty pawprint heart suits your aesthetic pretty well. You thank the vendor and go to shake his hand but he ruffles your hair instead and tells you to get a move on and go be a good pup and tell everyone where you got the collar. Your eyes go wide. It felt amaaaaaazing when he ruffled your hair. You stumble off turning that moment over and over in your head. You felt like such a.....good girl. Boy, you remind yourself. You're a good boy, not a good girl. You stop and sit on the curb to give yourself a moment to clear your mind. You're a person. A human. You're not a good boy or a good girl. A wave of shame washes over you at that thought. You're not a good gir-boy? You think as you sniffle sadly. You're the best girl you know. You're always so loyal, so obedient, so eager to breed, so happy to be filled with cock, your pussy never tiring of being filled with cock after cock, load after load of cum. God your hole wants cock right now, you can hardly stand it. You need to have your hole pounded. NOW. You struggle to get your pants off, your fingers refusing to cooperate with you for some reason. You take your balled up fists and rip through your pants, leaving them shredded on the ground. You drop to all fours, raise your ass to the air and release a loud howl of need but all you get in return is a few appreciative pats and looks from people walking by. You howl and yip and beg but no one answers your pleas for help. You take off running down the street on all fours, your hole burning and throbbing with need. You don't know where you're going but you have to go. You can feel the need spreading to your whole body. You gotta run, even if you don't know where. [[Run to the Heart of Town]] [[Run into the Woods]] (set: $vendor to $vendor +1) (set: $ghost to $ghost +1)

You wake up curled into a tight ball with an overwhelming hunger in your hole. Rather than simply sticking your fingers into it to try and scratch that itch you simply get on all fours in your bed arching your back and sticking your ass up into the air. You whine anxiously as the fire in your hole demands cock and you wait for some to come. You’re not sure where you expect the cock to come from but you somehow know that if you stay in this position you’ll get some eventually. Maybe. Hopefully. Eventually you manage to shake off the feeling in your ass and the weird sense of waiting for someone and have time for a quick shower before you head down into the lobby. When you get in the shower you notice that you've had a collar around your neck all day. You're not sure where it came from but it looks nice and expensive. You pocket it, your mind still focused on looking to maybe get some of that dick that's been playing in your mind all day. Your hole has quieted down but god you need some dick still and you need it bad. Hopefully you can find some out on the town tonight. You gain 2 experience and the ''Collar'' item. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $collar to 1) (set: $item to 2)

You loudly announce that you’re up to the challenge and he smirks seeing who has such bravado. You walk up and raise your arms to be tied into position. You would expect Brad to be rough with you but it’s almost sensual the way he’s restraining you. His fingers slowly trace their way down your arms and caress your hands as he knots them to the cross. He whispers soothing words in your ears that you can’t make out but enjoy nonetheless. This is a side of Brad you’ve never seen before. You should feel nervous about your rival tying you up for punishment but you just feel calm and relaxed. His voice louder for a second, he tells you that he wants you to count the lashes down inside. The crowd will be chanting the number aloud but you should ignore that. Close your eyes and see the number in front of you. Watch it change as he hits you, just relax and watch the number go down. Ignore the crowd, just focus on the number in the darkness. That’s the only way you’ll be able to make it through this. You’re so focused on the number 50 in your mind that you almost don’t feel the warmup lash on your back. Once the sting has settled the familiar warmth of the pain sinks in as the number goes down to 49 in your mind. Hit 49 is a lot harder and almost breaks you out of your focused state but you pull yourself deeper into your darkness and focus on watching that 49 become a 48. You brace yourself for the next hit but remember to relax, to focus on the next number, and to accept the pain for what it is. Your fear disappears as the leather lashes across your back. The pain is there of course, but you relish it instead of fear it as the number goes down to 47. You breathe deep and relax completely, ready to take your strikes. Time is hard to follow the longer you stay on stage but you don’t worry about time. Your sole focus is on relaxing and watching the number get smaller. You fall into a rhythm; you feel the sharp sting followed by the deep burning inside and watch the number get smaller. Sting. Burn. 39. Sting. Burn. 38. The hit come at irregular intervals, sometimes quickly, sometimes with large spaces between them. Your mind falls into the same pattern as the lashes as you fall into a stupor. Sting. Burn. 32. Sting. Burn. 31. You don’t think about anything else, your mind locked into watching the number get smaller and smaller as your back gets hotter and hotter. The warmth radiating out of your back relaxes you all over, your entire world downsized to a sting, then a burn, then 27. 26. 25. 24. Until you make it all the way down to the bottom. 3. 2. 1. The bar cheers as you take your fiftieth and final lash but you don’t notice. You’re much too far gone in a world of pain and warmth, all that’s in your head is a big yellow zero. You stare blankly ahead, stuck in your focused state until Brad walks back up to you and sees how successful he was. He starts massaging cream into your back and whispering into your ear and you feel yourself melt into him. You are putty and he is a master craftsman. His words bury deep into your brain as his fantastic hands make your aching back feel so much better. He tells you how much better he is than you as he massages your shoulders and you believe it. He tells you that taking pain from him is all you’re good for as he gropes your ass and you accept it. He stares directly into your vacant eyes and tells you that you’re nothing but a stupid mindless toy that exists only to suffer at his hands and you know deep in your heart it is true. You only exist so he has something to abuse. You feel empty inside as he walks you out telling the others he’s going to take you home and make sure you get your rest. You don’t object as he opens his trunk instead of a car door and orders you to get inside. You see him grinning down at you evilly before shutting the lid to his car trunk but you don’t react as your body is plunged into the same darkness that envelops your mind. Why would you? You’re just a worthless toy that exists for him to torment after all. Why shouldn’t you suffer on the car ride home? Your whole life is going to be nothing but suffering from now on after all. Exactly how it should be for a stupid toy like you. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Brad")]]

You hate to admit it seeing him standing in the store but he is gorgeous. He’s sporting a new full black leather outfit that makes you want to drop to your knees start kissing his boots. The only thing that stops you from doing just that is that it's Brad under the gorgeous leather. Brad can see the lust of your eyes and gestures for you to come over. He’s holding a thick leather hood in his hands that he holds out towards you. “I know we've had problems in the past but I’m in a generous mood tonight. I’m feeling too sexy and confident and just all around superior to let the idea that you’ll be my competition both me at all. In fact, why don’t you get this hood, my treat? Might do you a little good in the contest if the judges don’t have to see your face. Either way, I’ll get it for you if it fits. You in?" It’s uncharacteristically nice of him but he does seem to be in a really good mood. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? You are in public after all. What’s the harm in just trying it on? **Action:** [[Let Brad Put you in the Hood]] **Connected Locations** [[Kink Store]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You can definitely tell that it's Brad but you can't see to who he is speaking. What you can see is Brad handing over a bundle of bills and receiving a bag of white powder in return. You stifle a gasp as you realize what's going on. Brad is buying drugs. You know you should probably back away and not get involved but a small part of you wants to stay. This is your chance. If you can get video on your phone of Brad buying drugs then you would have leverage over him forever. It might be a little difficult to do it without making any noise but you could get a pretty clear shot of the action from here if you wanted. **Action:** [[Video Brad and the Drug Dealer]] **Connected Areas** [[Alleyway]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $busboy is 0)[You sit down at the table, impressed by the menu you see. Everything about this place seems great and then you meet your waiter. A tuxedo clad waiter with a piercing smile and eyes that stare off into the distance asks if you have any questions and you ask what's good. Never looking at you, he tells you about the special of the day. "Sir, you must simply order the special. It is an experience like no other, oh you must simply order the special, you must." You grimace because it doesn't sound very good as you read your menu and it's much too expensive for you anyways. You politely decline but he keeps persisting. "You must order it, you simply must! It is to die for! You must order the special. I insist Sir, you must order the special! You just simply have to order the special!" You don't want the special but something about the tone of his voice makes you want to do what he says. What's the worst that could happen if you can't pay? Surely they'd let you work off your debt by washing dishes or something in the kitchen. **Action:** [[Order the Special]]]\ \(if: $busboy is 1)[The restaurant appears to be closed tonight. You can't get a table.] **Connected Areas** [[Hotel Amenities]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $bartender is 0 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[You affix the bartender with your most flirty smile as you sit down and take a sip of your free drink. It’s good. No, it’s very good. It’s got such a nice balance of flavors, the rich drink cut through with some kind of bitter acid. You take a hearty drink and thank the bartender profusely for his gift and ask him what the secret ingredient is. He explains that it’s brewed in house and only available to a select clientele that he knows will understand the true beauty of it. You down the rest of it and tell him that you definitely do and would like another please. He smirks and introduces himself as Damien, the owner of this restaurant, as he pours you another drink telling you that you’ll like this blend even more. You do. It’s more bitter, more acidic, the drink a darker amber color this time with more froth. You love it even more. You rave to him, you have to know what he’s mixing in this to get such a taste. He offers to take you to the back and show you, once you finish your drink of course. **Action:** [[Finish your Drink]]]\ \(if: $bartender is 1 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[No one at the bar pays you any attention.]\ \(if: $shiner is 0 and $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[You sit down at the bar and flash the bartender your drink ticket. In a hurry the bartender introduces himself as Damien and quickly thrusts your free drink in your direction before exasperatedly returning to the phone demanding to know why no one at least warned him that nobody was gonna show up tonight. He promises to never use their service again as he slams the phone down and sighs. He looks up to see you watching his little drama and smiles apologetically. “Sorry about that. We were running a special before the contest tomorrow, free shoe shining from our very own hotel bootblack and as you just heard we no longer have one of those. I knew I should have just made my own rather than try and hire one. I don’t suppose you have any interest in shoe shining do you? You don’t have to know a lot, it’s more the enthusiasm that counts. Well experience would be nice but I’m a little bit desperate here.” You can’t stay on with the hotel forever but it might be in the spirit of the thing to spend the night before the contest helping others get ready. Then again, you do only get one night in town and do you really want to spend it working? **Action:** [[Shine those Shoes]]]\ \(if: $shiner is 1 and $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[Before you can get any attention from a bartender the place fills up. You're better off trying your luck elsewhere tonight.] **Connected Areas** [[Hotel Amenities]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $vacbed is 0 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5)[As you walk up towards the booth a sudden burst of music goes off on the speakers of the booth and a voice follows. "Alright fellas it looks like we have a winner here. Yes I mean you, the guy pointing at himself. You have just won a free entry to Dom's Liquid Latex Experience. Spend an hour submerged in pure liquid latex watched over be me, Dom the rubber Dom! Yes, I know how it sounds everyone but we don't pick our names. Anyways! What do you say young man? Are you brave enough to handle Dom's Liquid Latex Experience?!? **Action:** [[Handle Dom's Liquid Latex Experience]]]\ \(if: $vacbed is 1 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5)[There's a few nice rubber accessories and outfits at the booth that catch your eye but they're all out of your price range. Maybe you should try your luck elsewhere.]\ \(if: $hood is 0 and $days is 4 or 3 or 2 or 1)[You pick up a few of this and that looking for something special at the booth. You're in the mood for something beyond just another pair of rubber underwear. You eventually find it. A dark black rubber hood that looks like it connects to a rubber catsuit. Silver stripes go down the neck and curl up on the inside of the hood. Looking into the inside of the empty hood is almost mesmerizing. The smell of it is amazing. You're so enraptured by the nothingness inside the hood that you're startled when the owner of the booth tells you that you can try it on. He laughs when you jump and introduces himself as Dom, the Rubber Dom and yes he knows how that sounds. He compliments you on your choice in hood and tells you there's a mirror in the back behind a privacy curtain where you could try the hood on if you like. **Action:** [[Try on the Hood]]]\ \(if: $hood is 1 and $days is 4 or 3 or 2 or 1)[The booth is packed. You can only get close enough to get a glimpse of the rubber being sold. No matter how hard you push you just can't get close enough. Best to try someplace else tonight.] **Connected Areas** [[Vendor Area]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $collar is 0 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4 or 3)[Looking over the wares the stand has to offer, you see a beautiful collar with a tag on it marked free. You pick it up and look it over wondering why it could be free. It's a gorgeous black leather collar all the way around with a pink heart with a black pawprint in the middle of it. Super masculine with a touch of femininity. Adorable. You introduce yourself to the owner of the stand who turns out to be named Owen, and ask why the collar is marked as free. Owen sighs and explains that it's cursed. They say the spirit of a bitch haunts it. Supposedly she had a heat so strong that it somehow infected the collar. The power of that heat makes the wearer supposedly so horny that they will never be sated again. At least that's what the guy sold it to him had told him anyways. Most people ignore it even with the free price and he's never been able to figure out why. It just seems like a waste to him to throw it away when someone out there might want it so he's just had it for years waiting for someone to finally want it. **Action:** [[Take the Collar]]]\ \(if: $collar is 1 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4 or 3)[You look over the shops offerings but nothing catches your eye. There's nothing here you would really want.]\ \(if: $tail is 0 and $days is 2 or 1)[The item on display is a bit weird tonight. Owen's 100% All-Natural Puppy Bits: Bring out the pup in your boy. Looking over the bag it appears to be some kind of dog food made for puppy boys. The owner of the stand notices your curiosity and introduces himself as Owen, the creator of the pupmeal in your hands. He thought there'd have been a real market for it, a lot of people being into degrading their boys and all that, but it hasn't really sold all that well. He offers you a deal. If you'd sample the food from a bowl he puts out and tell all the other customers how great it tastes he'll let you pick something from the store to take for free. **Action:** [[Sample the Puppy Food]]]\ \(if: $tail is 1 and $days is 2 or 1)[The stand is offering the usual assortment of puppy play items tonight. It's nothing you don't already have or want at home.] **Connected Areas** [[Vendor Area]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $rimchair is 0 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[You introduce yourself to the portly vendor and ask him what's wrong. He introduces himself as Greg and explaisn that he's sad because he's got a revolutionary new piece of equipment and no one seems to understand how it's used. As he goes into a long monologue about the principles of leverage he used in his design his sweaty ass glistens as he walks around, drawing your bored eyes. Those few drops of sweat make you want to dive in there and just start lapping at his hole. You are so busy imagining burying your face in his fat cheeks that you completely missed his explanation of the chair but manage to catch the end of him asking if you'll help him demonstrate how it's used for tongight to help drum up interest. **Action:** [[Volunteer to be his Demonstration]]]\ \(if: $rimchair is 1 and $days is 7 or 6 or 5 or 4)[There's nothing here.]\ \(if: $spank is 0 and $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[Wandering around the booth you stumble upon what appears to be a modified pair of goggles attached to rather large headphones. As you’re turning it over you hear a voice explain that this is his newest invention. Virtual Reality. You let out a chuckle and tell the man walking up to you that VR is kind of already a thing. The man rolls his eyes. “I know VR exists but not like this. I’m Greg. I make and sell the newest innovations in kink and that right there is the biggest innovation the scene has ever seen. A virtual world so real that you can actually feel everything that happens to you in it, without the need of a haptic suit.” Unimpressed you stare down at the rather plain looking pair of goggles and then back at Greg voicing your doubt. “No it’s true” he says. “It looks and sounds so real that your body just believes it. If someone were to tie you up in the virtual world, you would be unable to move your body because it would seem so real to you. I can see from the look on your face you super don’t believe me but it’s true. If you’re so sure of your skepticism then why don’t you give it a whirl? And since you know it’s not real then you wouldn’t object to the most intense program I have right? Or are you too scared that it might actually be real?” **Action:** [[Take the Challenge]]]\ \(if: $spank is 1 and $days is 3 or 2 or 1)[No spanks here] **Connected Areas** [[Vendor Area]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $dance is 0)[There's a boy out there showing off just begging for a dance-off. Get out there and show your moves. You didn't take those pole dance classes for nothing. You get into a dance battle and you sway to the music and the boy does all his flashy moves in your face and rubs his body all over you and makes you super hard and horny. This looks like a fun challenge. **Action:** [[Enter the Dance-off]]]\ \(if: $dance is 1)[The dance floor is packed tonight but no matter what you try, no one seems interested in dancing with you. Everyone seems to have partnered off already and no one seems interested in a third wheel.] **Connected Areas** [[Club Cervello]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

(if: $new is 0)[Cages. Boys in cages line the walls and are getting poked and prodded. A man in a tailored suit finds you admiring but not touching and asks what that means. You turn and tell him you're just watching for now. He smiles and asks if that means you're more interested in getting in the empty cage at the end there than taking advantage of those in one. You look at him quizzically and he introduces himself as Jonas, the owner of Club Cervello. He can hook you up with a stint in the cage if you'd like. He promises it'll be a mindblowing experience. Once a boy spends just one night in one of his cages, they never want to leave. **Action:** [[Spend the Night in a Cage]]]\ \(if: $new is 1)[The cages are all full of squirming boys. There's way too many people to get close at all.] **Connected Areas** [[Club Cervello]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

Why not? It might be a little extreme but it sounds fun and will definitely make for an interesting story. You reach out to shake Jonas's hand and tell him he's found the answer to his empty cage problem. He shakes your hand with a firm grip and a smile in his eyes and tells you to follow him to the back to get some paperwork squared away. There are waivers and things that must be signed before you can enter the cage he informs you as you walk. It makes sense to you but as you walk through the door to the back you swear for a second it looks the cage isn't empty anymore when you look back at the wall. It must be a trick of the low light in the club, you figure. Jonas sits down at a large desk and slides a piece of paper over to you filled with tons of small text. "It's a simple release" he says. "It says you consent to everything that happens to you during your time as a cage boy. It's just protection from boys who find it a little more than they could handle and blame us rather than themselves for doing something for which they weren't ready. Just sign it and we can get started." Glancing over the unintelligible legalese you shrug and sign your name at the bottom. "Excellent" Jonas says as he types something into his computer. Two large brawny men enter the room and tell you to follow them. "Good luck!" Jonas calls out as you leave with them. They take you down into a basement under the club and order you to strip. You look around as you do, seeing every kind of bondage implement imaginable, including some high tech stuff for which you can't even imagine a use. The second your underwear hits the floor the two large men pick you up with ease and set you on a large metal table. The cold makes you want to curl up but soon your ability to move is too limited as they put strap after strap onto your body. Your arms, legs, chest, ankles, wrists, neck, head, every piece of you is tightly restrained. You're so completely covered in straps that it almost looks like you're wearing a leather suit. In under a minute these two have you more tightly strapped down and helpless than you've ever been and your cock poking out between two straps lets them know just how much you like that. You're hoping for one of them to pay it a little attention but are disappointed when they leave the room instead. You wait patiently for them to come back but boredom sets in after what feels like hours pass with you apparently forgotten. You try and break free but you're so well and truly restrained that you can't so much as wiggle a foot. Blinking seems to be the most movement you're able to accomplish right now no matter how hard you struggle. And struggle you do. You signed up for a night of being teased by a crowd of men trapped in a cage, not stuck away and forgotten in some room in the back of the club where no one can find you. Tiring because of the hour and your fruitless efforts to escape your predicament, you eventually begun to doze before falling into a restless sleep. You have the strangest dreams. Voices call out to you as you walk dazed through a maze of straightjackets and chains. You get flashes of yourself being led on leashes, suspended from the ceiling, and many other fantasies of yours come true. You see yourself tied down with Jonas's sleazy face looming in front of you speaking over your cries of frustration. "Calm down boy. You consented to anything that happens to you in the club remember?" You feel dizzy as the world spins around him and you feel yourself falling into a dark pit but no matter what happens during your dream there is always once constant. Pressure. No matter what you see or hear you can feel it. That inescapable helplessness of the world keep you contained. Movement in the dream feel alien to you, only tolerable because of that sense of deliberateness it has. It feels like something that is happening to you rather than you choosing your own movements. You ache for the pressure to increase, you long for more as you see your dream-self straitjacketed, mummified in thick black tape, and then put in storage for an entire week. It’s not enough. Your slight ability to wiggle your toes makes you sick. The idea that you have independent movement of any kind frightens and cuts you to your core. The movement in between the extreme bondage sessions of your dreams begin to grow more scarce but more overwhelming. You can’t take it. You don’t want to move. You need it to stop. You start to cry, desperate to just end this horrible dream and return home. You jolt awake in in your panic but are relieved to find that your body doesn't move at all. Blindfolded and unable to see anything the tell-tale thrum of a crowd calms you and tells you that you've got your wish. Your nightmare is over. You're at home in your cage, strapped in and unable to move an inch. You experimentally try to move around and find to your great delight that you can’t move anything. Even your individual fingers are restrained to the bars. You are well and truly helpless. Hands start groping you, sliding in and out of your holes, squeezing the balls under your locked cock, and admiring the tightness and completeness of your bondage and you can do nothing to stop it. While a sudden harsh slap on your ass might make you jump reflexively on the inside your body shows no reaction as you are far too tightly restrained. You breathe a sigh of relief as you fill cocks start thrusting in both of your holes that it was all nothing but a bad dream you had. You're still home in your cage, safe and snug in the knowledge that you'll never have to bear the burden of free movement again, not even on your permanently locked cock. Jonas was right. While this might be your first actual night in the cage you already know that you would do anything to never have to leave it again. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post TBD")]]

You wake up with a yawn and give yourself a nice big stretch which you immediately regret. It feels…wrong. Bad. You don’t know why but you thought if you were to stretch out like that your body would have been stopped somehow. It makes no sense that it would bother you but you find yourself on the verge of tears as you slowly move around in bed, unable to explain what exactly is so wrong but knowing that it is. You are scared of something but no matter where you look or what you do, you can’t figure out what is so scary. You lay perfectly still pondering your situation when you notice the feeling fading. Staying still seems to help calm you down and you lay there, doing nothing, until you finally feel comfortable. You manage to slowly stand up and head for the shower, wincing a little as you go. By the time the shower ends you feel like your normal self again and you shake your head at what horrible nightmares you must have had to scare you so. You hope tonight goes better as you ready yourself to head downstairs for the night. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $new to 1)

You’re still not sure why you're doing this but you get down on your knees and give the old shoe a long stare. Something about the smell just makes you want it. It’s disgusting, rank and clearly worn hard before being abandoned, but you can’t help yourself. You look around to make sure nobody can see you, and lean in to stick your nose fully into the shoe as far as it can go. If you're going to stoop so low as to smell an old shoe in the alley you may as well go all the way with it. You brace yourself and take a big whiff. It's enough to make you gag. It's like the sweat of a thousand men who exercised a thousand years has been concentrated into this one shoe. It’s rank. It's vile. It's one of the strongest and most powerful stenches you've ever smelled in your life, good or bad. And yet you can't pull your head out. You really would like to, the disgusting stench making you reel on the inside but something in you forces you to grab the shoe and hold it against your face so you have no choice but to smell it with every breath. It's even worse the second time. The spicy musk burns your lungs making you cough but at the same time it's waking another feeling inside you. The thing you’ve been scared to admit ever since you first walked in this alley and got a whiff of this shoe. Your cock is hardening in your pants and as you give the shoe a third big whiff you can feel a large surge of pre-cum shoot into your pants. You are revolted, you are repulsed, and you are more turned on than you have ever been. You moan and give into the sweaty disgusting shoe and start sniffing like a wild animal. It's so deliciously disgusting. You cannot get enough. You lean back against the wall of the alley and shove the shoe in your face as hard as you can and smell and smell and smell and smell and smell addicting yourself to that wonderful musky scent. It smells like feet but stronger. It smells like sweat but stronger. It smells like a man but stronger. It smells like you're trapped. You can't get away. Fresh air holds no interest to you now. You sniff and sniff and sniff as the hours pass you by without you noticing. All you can do is smell this shoe and feel your cock pulse with arousal every time you do. Sometime late at night a big bear of a man makes his way down the alley and sees you sniffing away at the shoe, your crotch absolutely soaked in pre-cum. “There's my shoe” he says with clear amusement in his voice. He pulls it from your face and for the first time in a long time you get a breath of fresh air and are able to think straight. Your ability to think is short lived however as the man slips off a shoe he was wearing and pushes one of his socks directly in your mouth. The smell of his shoe was nothing compared to the taste of his sock and you black out from the sheer power of it. You wake up in darkness. You are unsure of where you are and after a few seconds you don't care. The shoe, the wonderful, disgusting, awful shoe, is in front of you and you immediately bury your face in it. You are instantly brought back down to your lowest level and start humping the ground trying desperately to get off as you smell this shoe. The bear from the alley smiles down at you beneath him and walks up the stairs locking the doors to his basement. “What luck finding a natural” he says to himself as he sheds his well-worn clothes leaving only a jock that looks like it's been worn non-stop for a year. “They take so much less training when they are already a pig on the inside. All you have to do then is bring the pig out and bury the human. This is gonna be fun.” He’s right. It is fun for him. And it is fun for the little pig that he nurtures out of you until “you” don’t exist as anything more than a horny disgusting pig wallowing in his scent for the rest of your life. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post First Shoe")]] (set: $ghost to $ghost +1)

(if: $shade is 0)[You want to go through the alley but the only way is going past a shady looking guy. **Action:** [[Walk past the shady guy]]]\ \(if: $shade is 1)[The alleyway deadends with nothing to see. Well that's disappointing.] **Connected Areas** [[Alleyway]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You feel a little shy about losing control in front of such a crowd but decide it's for a good cause. The world could use more good hypnoDoms. You take your place at the center of the room and do your best to follow along with the instructions you're given. You breathe in and out and look the instructor in the eyes and concentrate on every word they're saying. As time goes on you begin to falter though. You try to keep up with what they're telling you but there's just so much information to keep track of that it leaves your mind spinning. The red card is next to the green card with is under a blue bowl that used to be on the brown table but was moved to the white table next to the yellow feather which is beneath the purple hat except now the hat is being moved next to the orange padlock and it's all too much for your rapidly fogging brain and you slip happily into trance when your reeling thoughts are interrupted by a simple command. Sleep. As you drift into darkness the class applauds the induction they've just seen. You don't notice, your mind so thoroughly taken down by the instructors expert technique. You go through a series of demonstrations of how deep you are, raising your hands, forgetting your name and so forth. He then gives you a choice for being such a good sport. There are two types of hypnotic requests he gets above all others and he's going to let you choose which you'd like to feel. A lot of people want to experience true mindlessness. You may be deep in trance now but it can always be deeper. Just the fact that you will be able to make this choice means some part of you is in there thinking. If you'd like he can make it so you can experience the true feeling of having your mind completely and utterly shut off. Just about as many people like to feel dumb though. They're always a bit embarassed to admit it but they're jealous of the dumb boys they see in the clubs. He can give you the true happiness of a moron, someone too stupid to not be content with what's around them. For a short time, you can know what it is to be a happy idiot. At the count of three you will tell him which you'd like to feel. He tells you that your subconscious mind cannot lie. Whichever truly appeals more to you deep down is what you will speak and then that is what he will make you. 3.... 2.... 1.... [[I want to be mindless!]] [[I want to be stupid!]]

There's no going back now. You tell them you'll do it and as scary as it might seem, it's time to get sissified. You make your way up to the stage as Cinnamon and Sprinkles giggle and prance around you. A bit embarrassed you stand there and ask them what they need you to do. They both giggle loudly and tell you that they’ll be doing all the work this time sweetie, you just need to relax and behave like a good girl. Leave the rest all up to their expert sissy hands. They hem and haw as they move around inspecting you. They poke you and grope you feeling your legs and arms and bottom. For the first time since you arrived they look serious and shake their heads at each other and Tut. “Oh no, now this simply will not do.” Cinnamon says. “Much too masculine. Too macho. This is just a shame.“ Sprinkles giggles and nods emphatically adding “boys these days think too much and try to hard to be something they’re not. We’ll just have to fix him up right.” Sprinkles says as she leans in giving you a big whiff of her perfume. The scent is overwhelming. Even when she walks away now all you can smell the sickly sweet scent of vanilla. Not that vanilla is a bad smell or anything, it’s way too strong. You look down at yourself thinking about what they said. Is there something really that wrong with you? Cinnamon sees you frowning tells you not to worry sweetie, they’ll make you the good cutie you were meant to be. Her own scent overwhelms you too, a strong blast of sugar and cinnamon. You can hardly think straight any time these two get near you. Turning towards the class they start. “Now does anybody know what is wrong with our volunteer here?” “The clothes!” someone yells out. “Yes!” Sprinkles jumps and claps and cheers “Who wants these yucky manly boy clothes when he could be in nice pretty girly things like some cute panties with matching socks?” With surprising strength Cinnamon and Sprinkles rip your clothes off of you. “The hair!” someone shouts in disgust from the audience. Sprinkles produces a powder and pats you down with it as you are undressed. The hair from your body simply falls off as she does so, almost like magic. They put you in long pink and white striped socks and raise up some delicate little panties lace pink panties to your middle and present you to the class. “All right now that we've got him in more appropriate clothing and taken care of that nasty body hair, does any other cutie now what we should do to him next?” “The panties” a voice calls out. “You can see his whole dick in them!” Very good” Cinnamon calls out. “It does no good to anyone to have a sissy boy with a big old dick in his panties. I mean look at it. It’s a disgrace. What kind of man would want a girl with a dick like that just out in the open?” They pull down your panties and before you realize what's happening they've got a tiny they’ve got your dick crammed into a tiny little cock cage locked up tight. It’s nearly a quarter of its normal soft size. You’re amazed they got in a cage this small so quickly.. You see yourself in a mirror and you look like somebody else completely. Your long blonde hair with pink highlights (when did those get there? Wait when did your hair grow this long and blonde anyways?) accentuates your lithe body, smooth to the touch. Dressed still only in your delicate panties and socks, your tiny locked cock making an adorable wet spot on your panties, you are absolutely covered in the scents of your two teachers. With the amount of work they did on you, your head is swimming from the constant contact with the perfume. They have you bow to the class who applaud your transformation before shuffling out. You thank them for making you over and go to leave yourself only to have a cinnamon scented arm grasp you. “I don't think we're done with you” says Cinnamon. “Did you hear the way he said that? It was just so not feminine. I think we should take this a little bit further don't you Sprinkles?” Sprinkles nods. “I mean just look at him. He’s such a cutie! Our perfume must have him nice and suggestible by now. We can change the part that really matters and rid his mind of all those icky boy thoughts. Just one puff of perfume ought to do it don’t you think? He’ll believe anything we say completely.” Cinnamon picks up a bottle and begins to walk towards you. You know if you stay here they’ll turn you into an emptyheaded little sissy. But maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, you do look awfully cute after all. [[Be a Good Sissyboi]] [[Run as Fast as your Girly Legs will Move]]

As you reach out to grab the lovely ears a voice calls out to you. "Oh so you're a kitten. I can see how that would suit you. You don't really strike me as anything more ferocious than that." You turn around to see a grinning man in the doorframe apparently having been watching you. He walks towards you, grabs the ears off the wall, and hands them to you. You grab them and ask them who they are. "I'm Lee" he says, watching you run your fingers up and down the fur of the ears. “Let’s just say I come here help out sometimes. I run a few clubs here in town and rent this space out from Oscar. I pay him a portion of the profits and he helps me find new…customers. Those are very nice ears you've picked out you know. I made them myself." You look down at the ears and have to agree. They look somehow both cartoonish and cute and realistic at the same time. The fur is soft to the touch and gorgeous in every way. Unable to wait any longer you reach up and plop the ears onto your head. They feel so natural that you can barely feel them up there as you move your head around. "Getting straight to it then" Lee says. "Oh well it would have happened sooner or later. This way I can explain what’s happening as it happens to you. This is always the best part. You’re so lucky." You start to ask what there is to explain but are interrupted by your own gasp. You can feel the ears take hold on you and the fur spreading from them. It's itchy but almost in a pleasant way. Lee steps to the side to give you a view of a mirror to see what's happening. "You see these aren't just any old pieces of furry gear. These are special. I put a bit of myself into every one I make. They look for those who belong to them. Who they were meant to be with. Some people just weren't meant to be people. Some people" he says ripping your shirt off as the grey fur speckled with black spreads down your neck onto your body "were meant to be pretty little kitties. If anyone else had put these ears on nothing would have happened. These ears belong to you. In your hands, the ears are alive with energy. That energy is now changing you into what you always meant to be." You stare at him as you feel your face start to shift. It feels pleasant but at the same time you can't help but freak out a little. You're turning into a cat! Surely you should do something about that. [[Let the Fur Spread]] [[Remove The Ears]] (set: $ghost to $ghost +1)

“The Good Boy Guide.” Even the name is intriguing. Grabbing the book off the shelf you sit down leaning against the aisle to see what it’s all about. The smell of old leather graces your nose as you crack it open and start to read what this particular author thinks a good leather boy should be. Now that you think about it, you can’t find author information anywhere you look. Must not have been mass-produced which means you’re probably in for an even better time. It starts off pretty simple. It claims that good leather boys like the look and smell of leather. I mean, they had to write that you guess but come on. Good boys also like wearing leather you learn to your sarcastic shock. And you’re absolutely blown away to learn the only thing good leatherboys like more than themselves in leather is a strong Man to serve in leather. You find it hard to disagree with any of it. How could you be a leatherboy if you didn't like leather? Despite how simple it is, you find yourself still wanting to read more. Something about is intriguing even if it a little simple. The next page is a little more in depth but you find yourself agreeing with it again. Leatherboys should wear white shirts and jeans all the time it says. “A good leatherboy does not want to make himself any more or less important than any other unclaimed leather boy.” You roll your eyes at the complete obviousness of this book. You look down to see your own white shirt and jeans on you like they always are and wonder if you’re ever going to learn anything from this book. “Leatherboys keep their hair cropped short and are always shaved smooth unless allowed otherwise by a Man.” You run your hand through your cropped hair and down your smooth fresh shave. You might not be learning anything but at least you know you’re being the best leatherboy you can be according to this book. “An unclaimed leather boy shows no individuality because he has no individuality. All that he has is all any leatherboy has: a need to serve a Man in leather.” That one is a little more hardcore than the rest of the book so far but you can't say you disagree. It makes sense that unless a Man allowed you individuality then you wouldn't have it. And since you don’t have a man you must not have any individuality. “You are dependent on Men for everything” the book says proving your point to yourself. “Your leather Sir does not only control what you look like but controls what you are, inside and out. The only thoughts and will a leatherboy has are the ones a Man gives him.” You can't really disagree because that would require you to have thoughts and opinions of your own. A very good leatherboy now, you have no more thoughts of your own. This book was clearly written by a Man, therefore everything in it must be correct. If he says you have no thoughts then you have no thoughts. You continue reading, your mind blank, absorbing all the information from the guide. Oscar finds you nose deep in the book still as he makes his rounds before closing up the shop for the night a few hours later. Only now you’re on all fours with your ass high in the air, a slit cut into your jeans showing off your hole, mumbling to yourself. He walks over and sees that you are reading the words off the very last page of the book to yourself over and over. “I am a good leatherboy. I obey. I am a good leatherboy. I have no thoughts of my own. I am a good leatherboy. I have no individuality. I am a good leatherboy. Men in leather are in complete control of my body and soul. I am a good leatherboy. I live to serve those in leather. I am a good leatherboy. I obey.” Oscar smiles as he sticks one of his leather boots in front of the book and you start kissing them with the abandon of an animal who only cares about the present. He crouches down and looks you straight in the eyes as you continue to mumble and says the words that your empty mind has been so desperate to hear. “I am your new leather Master. You will obey and serve me for the rest of your days. You are now my property.” Just like anything a Man in leather tells you from now on, you believe it completely and take it deep down inside of you. You start kissing his boots again with fervor desperately thanking him for allowing you the pleasure and honor of kissing his boots as you do so. You repeat the words you read in the book for this wonderful occasion and you mean every one of them. “It is my life’s greatest honor and privilege that you have selected me to serve and I will serve as your devoted leatherboy now and forever, inside and out, with every fiber of my being.” Not only is everything Oscar said true but what you say is true too. You serve as his good leatherboy, as empty and pliable as the guide told you to be, for the rest of time. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Gimp")]]

At least you thought you were walking to the competition but when you look up you find yourself not at the entrance to the arena like you expected but instead staring at the back of someone's head. Startled, you look around to see that you're in some sort of line made up of employees of the hotel and what appear to be one or two other guests in a small corridor. You tap the shoulder of the employee in front of you and ask what's going on but he stays staring straight ahead, determinedly ignoring your questions. You begin to turn around to see if the person behind you will be any more helpful when you hear suddenly find yourself unable to move. You try to finish turning but can't bring yourself to finish the motion, stuck staring at the wall of the corridor. No, it's more than that. When you stop trying to move you find yourself actively turning around and facing the front. Well, you don't turn to the front, rather your body turns while you watch. You try to yell out for help but find that no part of your body seems to listen to you any longer. You stand there staring straight ahead as the doors open in front of you and one by one the line slowly moves into the unknown room beyond the double doors. Frightened of whatever could be behind the door as you wait your turn, once you’re the next to move through the doors you pull all your will, all your adrenaline fueled might, and put forth a Herculean effort all at once to turn and run and run and never look back. Nothing happens. Your efforts don't make you so much as blink as you stare straight ahead and are shortly called in to face your future. Instead of the dark dungeon laboratory your fearful imagination had cooked up you find yourself in what appears to be a hotel laundry room. The mad scientists you feared are two young guys who appear bored with the whole scenario. You walk up when called for "inspection" and stand at attention between them while they poke and prod and talk about you like you're a piece of meat. "Huh. Did not expect this one. Must have the willpower of a piece of cheesecake. Usually takes at least ten days’ worth of programming to get someone down here. The shortest I've ever seen someone get ensnared was seven days and he's down here after one night. Can you believe this guy?" Your clothes are cut off your body as you try and contemplate what they're talking about. Clearly they do something to the guests as they sleep in the hotel but their endgame is still unclear. You listen with attention as the two make small talk around you. "Yeah dude. He must not have had a lot going on upstairs. Oh well, we don't really need them to have brains and he's pretty enough. We can make plenty use of him still. What do you think we should do with our dummy here? Janitor? Bellboy?" You'd gasp if you could. The line of employees in the hallway making perfect sense to you now. Somehow they trap hotel guests and make them into employees. No, slave employees! You begin to feel fearful again and try to move again. You are not the weakling they think you are. You are strong. You can resist. You gather all your will again and all your- You wake up in your sleeping area and go over your activities for the morning in your head. You remember that all the rooms on the fourth floor need servicing, as well as the bathrooms in the sauna. You slip on your uniform and wolf down a nutrition stick as you head to do the fourth floor first. You know guests usually prefer their service as early as possible and it is your duty to make the guests happy. “A good employee always fulfills a guest’s request” you think as you quietly knock on the door of your first room and wait for an answer with your head bowed. "Maid service" you say when the door is opened, staring down at the shoes of the guest in deference. "Do you require any services this morning Sir?" You are welcomed in and begin to strip the sheets from bed after stripping the clothes from yourself. The man wanted to watch you work nude and “a guest’s wants override anything else” you repeat to yourself as you work. You do your best to give him a show as you bend and flex more than is really required to complete the job. “An employee should always go the extra mile and provide above expected service” you remind yourself as you are pushed down into the freshly made bed and feel the guests cock sliding in your pre-lubed ass. “A good employee is always prepared to meet a guest’s every need” and you are a good employee who always keeps his ass clean, shaven, and lubed. You always provide the best service. You don't complain when the man orders a set of fresh sheets complaining that you've ruined his by leaking his cum out of your ass onto his bed after he pulls out despite him not telling you to keep his cum inside you. “The customer is always right” you repeat to yourself as you walk down the hallway to fetch fresh new sheets for the guest, his cum sliding down your bare legs. He did not wish to see you dressed again, so you did not dress. You know that this is against hotel policy but you find yourself unable to deny a guest's wishes. It will be you who will receive punishment for this later as a guest is never at fault. You return to his room and remake his bed and ask if he needs any other services before you leave, a bright smile on your face. He grins and slaps you on the ass but sends you back out of his room with your uniform. You quickly dress in the hallway and chide yourself for leaking onto his bed like that. You should have been able to surmise that the customer would have wanted you to keep his seed. You resolve to do better with your next room and to take any infractions the hotel owners will give you later without resistance. For a brief moment you hope they don't take away your ability to remember things again but chide yourself for thinking of yourself again. You resolve to ask for punishment during your mid-day programming check for being so selfish as to want something for yourself. “A good employee does not need anything for themselves” you repeat in your mind over and over as you knock on the door of room 402. To your horror you can't help but wish that the guest of room 402 had ordered you to be naked as well as you scrub the room's bathtub with your toothbrush while he pisses all over you. “A good employee does what is best for the hotel no matter what his personal feelings are” you think and yet you wanted something for yourself twice in one morning. Something that would benefit you, not the hotel. You remain cheerful and perky on the outside as you kneel in your piss stained uniform and begin to clean the guests cock with your mouth after he finishes pissing but on the inside you are devastated at the depths of your selfishness. “Employees have no wants, needs, or possessions beyond the needs of their guests” you remind yourself, ashamed at your thoughts. Maybe you need extra time programming you think as your mouth is filled with a load of cum. You've been doing an awful lot of thinking this morning and that doesn't seem like the behavior of a good employee. “A good employee thinks only of the hotel” you remind yourself as you dress in a fresh uniform and head towards room 403. You clearly require correction and will ask such of the hotel owners during your break. In the meantime you do your best to blank your mind and focus only on the words of the guests in order to be the best employee you can be. It is the least you can do until appropriate corrective action can be taken. After all, you owe everything to the hotel owners. You are a dedicated employee and property of the hotel. Always have been. Always will be. [[The End]]

Your check-in goes smoothly and you head up to your room and survey the contents. It's a nice suite with a king sized bed and a beautiful bathroom with a huge tub. Tired from the flight you decide to spend a night just enjoying your room. You take a luxurious warm bath and fall right asleep. You wake up mid afternoon the next day and lazily order in some room service. It looks great when it arrives but comes with an unexpected warning via the staff who brings it to you. He warns you that the hotel hosted the boys for last years competition and things got a bit competitive. One contestant was found tied up in his closet the morning of the competition and almost didn't make it to compete. They're not sure who was responsible but word is the competition is going to be even more fierce this year. It'd probably be safest if you just stayed in your room and rested before the competition tomorrow rather than risk meeting some unexpected trouble. You thank the hotel staff for his warning and tell him that you'll probably just stay in your room tonight. As you eat your food though you mull over your weird encounter with the incredibly sexy man from earlier. He claimed you would get to live today seven times and needed some experience in order to take it the top. If he was telling the truth, a very big if, then if you met some sort of trouble it wouldn't matter since you'd always make your way back to today. Either way, you figure it couldn't hurt to just look around the rest of the hotel if you stayed in public. [[Game Rules]]

(if: $swim is 0)[You see a group of guys joshing with each other as you enter the locker room. Some large, hairy men with gorgeous beer bellies playfully mock a group of buff jocks over their vanity muscles. You can tell both groups are jesting in fun more than real anger by the way they laugh after each barb. It might be fun to join these guys for the night. **Action:** [[Join the Men in Exercise]]]\ \(if: $swim is 1)[Your room key doesn't seem to work on the locker room entrance and you can't find anyone to ask for help.] **Connected Areas** [[Your Room]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

You wake up finding yourself humping a pillow in bed, dreams of hunky bears fading away in your mind. You laugh as you see that somehow in the night you managed to get a pair of your used underwear on your face. The fact that you were smelling your ball sweat all night long explains the dreams you were having. So many bears. So much sweat. So many different bodies in need of your service. So delicious on your tongue. You spend a few hours masturbating furiously to the smell of your underwear but ride the edge instead of cumming. It just feels wrong somehow to cum, no matter how pent up and horny you make yourself. You groan when you see the time and realize you need to get ready to head out for the night. You shower despite a large part of yourself wanting to leave the smell on your face and give your undies one last longing look before you head out for the night. You gain 2 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $swim to 1)

"How’s it going!" two voices say in unison as you walk up to introduce yourself. The two men laugh and the apparent leader of the flock of gorgeous jocks sticks out his hand grips yours in a firm handshake. “I’m Kyle. Nice to meet you little guy. Your timing is excellent dude. Me and the big guy Jake here were just having a little argument you could help settle. See he thinks bears are so in right now that people would rather have to do some gross shit with them than take the opportunity to get a real workout in with a group of fabulously built, exquisitely handsome, and humble guys like my bros here.” “Gross shit. Yeah, that’s exactly what I said.” Jake, the biggest bear of the lot grumbles as Kyle grins at him. “I said big beefy bears are so much hotter than you vain muscle-for-brains that any boy would rather spend the night sucking the sweat out of my rank pits in the sauna than spend a night working out with y’all. I think having to work out while listen to you airheads babble on about your delts is far grosser than a bit of sweat.” Both Jake and Kyle turn and look down at you expectantly. “Well little guy, which of is right? Who would you rather spend the night with?” [[Join the Himbo Army]] [[Be a Sauna Sweatrag]]

"The rookie contestant with the experience to back it up. For the first ever time in the history of the contest, the winner is the rookie with the experience to back it up..." The roar of the crowd overtakes the announcer as you stand in disbelief as what has happened. You did it. You were the only rookie to even make it to the finals. He’s talking about you. You won. You somehow managed to beat Brad and Ivan and everyone else. You look back and see Ivan smiling and gesturing for you to take the stage while Brad storms off to throw a tantrum. You gleefully bound onstage and bow to the crowd as your head swims in the intensity of the moment. Everything seems to be happening so quickly as the runner up is announced and the crowd applauds both its winners. You barely notice what's happening, your attention drawn to a single face in the crowd. A gorgeous face. Breathtaking. The most beautiful man you've ever seen. You can't look away, you don't want to look away. The din of the audience and announcer fade away as you stare at the man, the world around him growing dark as his beautiful face becomes the only thing you can think about. You bow when prompted to by the announcer, sad to have to look away from this man even for a second. When you come back up from the bow though his face is the only one left in the stands. Shocked, you look around and see that you two are the only ones remaining in the arena. Hours must have passed without you noticing as the arena is bare, the staff apparently already having cleaned up the mess of the festivities. You turn to look at the man in the stands again only to see him standing directly in front of you. You take a step back in surprise and trip only to feel his arms catch you. You look up to see him smiling down at you, holding you as if he had been standing behind you. "How" you start to ask but he puts a finger on your lips and you feel yourself unable to speak anymore. You look up at him in fear now and he shakes his head magnanimously and speaks. "Don't be afraid little one, I am here to reward you for your win. I knew you had something special within you and I'm so glad you were able to bring it out with my help. I put this contest on every year hoping to attract the best of the best to me and this year I have succeeded. You get the best prize of all now. You get to join my flock. Remember." He touches a finger to your forehead and your mind is filled with memories. You remember bumping into him outside the hotel. You remember living multiple lives, some good, some bad, all kinky. You remember waking up in your hotel room after each life was lived and heading to live another unaware of what had just happened. You look up at the man in wonder and use the name you somehow now also know. "Thank you Marcus." He smiles his beautiful smile once again and your body explodes in pleasure. You've never experienced anything like it before. It's like your whole body is orgasming in ecstasy but you're not even hard. You moan and scream but another quick finger on your lips puts a stop to that and your pleasure increased tenfold. You're sure you'd pass out from the sheer bliss you feel if Marcus wasn't keeping you awake somehow. "Correct" you hear him say. "That's also how you're able to think while your body feels this way. I find letting the new toys keep some semblance of thought is best at first. We'll see if things stay that way. It all depends on you. Some boys like to keep that small kernel of thought while others give it up eagerly. You'll get to make your choice in a few hundred years." Even with Marcus's magic keeping you awake and aware, you are having a hard time understanding what's happening. Your body writhes in pleasure when you feel a finger enter your hole and you cum immediately. It’s the hardest orgasm of your life, your body shuddering with each shot for what feels like hours. When your orgasm finally subsides you look down to see your body completely dry and your cock encased in a hard steel cage. "A final gift before you were locked." Marcus says answering your unasked question. "I'm afraid one of the rules my boys have to follow is no orgasming whatsoever. The cage is just for show of course. I’ve taken your ability to cum away completely no matter what should happen to you. I just like the look of a cage. Reminds me how much control I have over my little toys. Such is the price of paradise for them. Don't worry though. While your horniness will never subside, you will experience things far better than orgasm. You'll find pleasure so strong that you'll forget orgasm ever existed for you." You want to disbelieve him that you'll forget about orgasm but a second finger joins your hole and your mind reels. It's just so intense. So strong. His fingers feel like they're piercing not just your throbbing hungry hole, but are piercing directly into your soul and making your whole being sing with joy. Each thrust into your hole fills your eyes with stars and you lay there limp, drool pooling underneath you as your hole is fingered into Nirvana. You spend hours just lying there, body exploding in pleasure, until it happens. The thing to which fingerings always leads. You feel a thick, velvety, hot cock slide into your hole like it was custom fitted to fill you completely. You melt. There's no other way to describe it. Your body gives way and you become pleasure instead. You are a being of pure unbridled joy wrapped around a hard dripping cock. Each thrust lasts an eternity as your whole being fills up with that wonderful perfect cock. It's no longer pleasure you feel. It's something more. It's completeness. It's perfection. It's not satisfaction and ecstasy, you're far beyond things humans have a word for. You have ascended and the cock in your ass raises you higher with each passing millennium between thrusts. You grow hotter and hotter as the thrusts increase in speed. You are electric. You bounce around the universe in your mind as you lay there feeling the orgasm building in the cock in your ass. You burn and burn and burn with the fire of passion as you feel Marcus's cock swell before you feel the first shot of heaven enter your ass and the magic holding your mind together reach their limit and you enter the dark void of pure pleasure. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Real")]]

The middle. Not upper middle, lower middle, or around the middle. The contest long over, you are staring at your name on the results of the contest in the lobby. You placed at the exact center of all contestants. You are the sum average of everyone who entered and nothing more. All around you are people celebrating that they cracked the top third or being comforted by their friends who tell them that the fact they even managed to get to the finals at all is worth celebrating. You don't know how to feel. You are the middle of the competition. Mediocre. You didn't do well but you didn't do poorly either. You did.....fine. Acceptable. Forgettable. Your performance was just really really.....fine. Your plane ride home goes just fine, as does telling everyone at the bar that sponsored you how you did. Everyone claps you on the back and jokes that hey, at least you weren't in the bottom half, but you can tell they aren't impressed either. You did acceptable and they treat you how you did. You almost wish you had come last, just so you would have something more interesting to say than you had a fine time on your trip and the competition was ok. You feel ignored. Overlooked. There's just not much to say about a guy who places in the middle of a contest and your trip is soon forgotten by everyone but you as they move on with their lives and have other more interesting topics of conversation to discuss. I mean who can name the guy who placed in the middle of any contest other than the guy himself? That lack of attention is what made you such a prime piece of prey for Him. Your bruised ego couldn't resist it when someone local on fetishr recognized you from the competition. You loved it when He told you how great you performed. How memorable you were. How you blew everyone else out of the water. You wanted so badly for it to be true that you believed Him despite the contest judgement posted online proclaiming you forgettable. You quickly became enraptured by Him. So eager to be seen you talked with Him for hours every day for weeks, reliving your weekend at the contest not realizing how little about Him you were learning. You grew to depend on Him, need His support for validation. You never realized it but He was spinning a web to trap you in and you were walking into it with a smile on your face. The second He suggested meeting you in person you immediately agreed to come over to His house without a second thought. You were impressed by the size of His estate and how handsome He looked in person. You felt so happy when He told you that you looked even better now than He remembered that you decided to ignore the weird statement that you'd soon look even better as He asked you to tour his play room. So what if He was odd? He made you happy and that's what really mattered you told yourself as you walked downstairs into the room that you would soon call home. He had a truly impressive display of fetish gear in His basement and you quickly found yourself experiencing a variety of them when He told you how hot you would look using them. Your ego soaring despite your exhausted body you promise to return to Him as soon as He’d have you when it’s finally time for you to go. After a few more grueling sessions at His place He surprises you with an offer. He wants you to move in with Him so He can train you to be completely His. You accept. Life as His plaything has its challenges but you couldn’t be happier. You may not have seen the sun for so long that you have forgotten what it looks like but you do get to see Him most days and you know that that is better. The screen on the wall that never stops playing images of him along with words of encouragement tells you so. At least you think that’s what the words that appear on it say. You never really remember them after watching the screen. You’re too focused on watching His eyes and His glorious body and His wonderful cock to pay attention to the words. You don’t need to read the words though you reckon, you get plenty of them from the speaker that plays them nonstop in your dungeon home. At first it was hard to live with the sound of His voice never ceasing but you eventually learned to not just accept it but cherish it. You can still remember that awful night when the power went out and you were left alone in your basement home for hours with nothing but your own thoughts instead of the ones His voice were putting there. “It is His home, not yours. Everything in the world is His. You are His.” you remind yourself. You really wish that you would stop having thoughts like that already but He has assured you that you will eventually. “It just takes time” He told you one night when you tearfully confessed that you had somehow remembered what your name was before He decided you didn’t need one. “Don’t worry about it. One day all those pesky little memories and desires and thoughts will have faded away completely and I will be the only thing left in that useless little head of yours. Then you can truly be the perfect boy I always knew you could be.” You had smiled and wiped your tears, always so grateful to Him for taking you in and proving the contest world wrong. You were going to be the best boy ever with his help. You can’t really remember why you needed to be the best boy and you have only sort of a vague idea of what a contest is but He tells you that these are important things to you and so even if you don’t understand them completely, you know that they are true. As you bounce your ass up and down absentmindedly on the dildo in the shape of His cock that His voice instructs you to pleasure at the top of every hour you fantasize about Him coming to see you today. Time is hard to tell once you’ve been underground for….you don’t know how long but it feels like He hasn’t been to see you in a while. You don’t begrudge of Him this of course. You couldn’t begrudge Him of anything. He has given you everything you have and taken away everything you don’t need. His voice on the speaker tells you that He is your entire world and you think of nothing else but His greatness and you agree completely. You only wish that you could shake these last few stubborn thoughts out of your head more quickly and become the perfect boy for Him. Sometimes it seems like they’ll never go away and you’ll be cursed with the last bit of minor independence you have left forever. You shouldn’t have worried and now you can’t. His training was perfect, just like He is. He kept His word. You, an empty-minded vessel kept down in His basement that only exists to do His bidding, are the perfect boy now too. [[The End]]

“You love to see it, the one, the only, Ivan Han…..” The roar of the crowd overtakes the announcer as you find yourself cheering and clapping along with them. You’re bummed it wasn’t you but if it had to be anyone else you’re glad it was Ivan. You are so wrapped up in secondhand pride for the grinning champion that the announcer has to call your name a second time before you realize what's happening. First runner up! Second place! You gleefully bound on stage, accepting your sash next beaming alongside the grand champion as you proudly show yourselves off to the crowd. You get a mischievous wink from Ivan before he slaps you on the ass and effortlessly holds you up to a crowd that goes ballistic at the sight. You don’t feel sad even for a second that you didn’t come in first as you are set down, both of you bowing to the crowd as the announcer closes the show. The moment you’re experiencing is far too great to want to change anything about it. You walk offstage after the crowd finally quiets down a bit. You catch a quick breath of relief leaning against a wall and are joined by the grand champion who offers you a handshake in congratulations. You smile and accept, marveling at how genuinely good a guy Ivan seems to be as you feel his firm hand on yours. A contest staffer spots the two of you taking a breather and asks you to follow him to visit the contest VP to discuss your winnings. The VP congratulates the two of you on your wins and tells you what an honor it is to have two great crowd-pleasers as champions, especially this year. This year they're doing things a bit differently and you two are going to get something extra special in addition to the normal prizes. Your imagination runs wild but nothing you think up can compare to the actual prize; an international tour visiting beautiful kink destinations around the world alongside what might be the most decent guy you’ve ever met. This next year looks to be just nonstop fun! It is. You can hardly sit on the plane to San Francisco, your first destination. You’re so excited to have the chance to visit so many places and meet with so many likeminded people. The only thing that keeps you from bouncing around the cabin is Ivan. He’s so fascinating and his stories so interesting that you manage to stop and sit down and listen to him speak and before you know it you’ve arrived. You can scarcely believe it when you're informed that the contest booked you a single room to share. This first trip is proving to be better than you dared hope. You promise yourself not to sneak a peek at Ivan as he showers but all notions about modesty are thrown out the window as Ivan casually strolls through your hotel room naked after a shower. You try and hide your boner at seeing his glistening body air dry but you both know why you’ve got your hands in your lap as Ivan struts around the hotel room. The crowd in San Fran is ecstatic to see the two of you. You two are celebrated and adored by throngs of hot men as you move around the city and you two lap it up. Everyone is more interested in Ivan, and who could blame them you think, but he always makes sure to tell the people that you are also a winner and shouldn’t be forgotten. He really is such a great guy you find yourself thinking throughout the week in California. You think you might be starting to feel something for him but you don’t really expect that he might feel the same way about you. Especially when you wake on the morning of the flight home and see Ivan’s bed empty, Ivan already gone to the airport. You’re bummed that he left without saying goodbye but you can’t really expect more of him. You two are together by order of the contest, not by choice. You shake your head and decide to quit feeling sorry for yourself and have fun. You’re going to New York City next month with a great guy. Enjoy it while you can. New York is great. You have the time of your life with Ivan. Your feelings only grow stronger but you manage to push them aside and be the happy supportive runner up to Ivan’s champion. He is so sexy though. And when he speaks, his voice is so strong and commanding it sends a thrill down your spine. You find yourself dreaming about him every night and running errands and making sure everything is perfect for him during the day. You hear someone joke that he’s trained you well after you rush off to grab him a water bottle in Canada but rather than annoyed you feel flush. If only, you think as you stare at him dreamily, melting every time you hear voice in Cozumel. You’d like nothing more than to hop out of your bed when you’re in Ireland together and join his but you stop yourself. He has done nothing that would make you think he feels about you the way you do about him and you’re not going to ruin what you have by hastily jumping in bed with him. You’re just grateful that you even get to sleep in the same room as someone so perfect. That's what He is, you realize as you watch his perfect body peacefully sleep one night in Tokyo. Perfect. It's a late night in Australia when you finally decide that you have to let him know how you feel. You only have two trips remaining after this one and you can’t just let things go by and potentially miss out on something great. You stare at him as he undresses to sleep in the nude like he always, blessedly, does welling up your courage to speak when he notices your stare and grins at you. “Like what you see do you?” Ivan says as he stretches himself out in various ways, giving you a glorious view of his thick swinging meat and pert toned ass. You babble something in response and his grin grows even bigger as he turns and swings his dick back and forth in front of him. “You really want me don’t you?” You nod feverishly and manage to mumble something about love and never wanting anything so bad in your life. “Well if you want me that bad roomie then what are you waiting for? Come and get some.” You crawl over mesmerized by the thick swinging cock until you’re staring directly at it. You inhale deeply and your mouth waters at the scent. You look up at Ivan who smiles and ruffles your hair before nodding. You take the full length of his cock in your mouth at once and moan at the sensation of it going down your throat. Ivan sighs in pleasure as you begin to suck in earnest and his dick quickly hardens to its full length, forcing you to fight and pull through the gagging and choking. Ivan’s smile grows bigger as he watches you fight your gag reflex and he ruffles your hair again. You’re so wound up that you could cum from a single touch on your own cock but you’re far too focused on the one in your mouth to give yours enough of a thought to bother touching it. This is already the greatest sex of your life and you’re just thirty seconds into blowing the man of your dreams. You stare up at Ivan, the depths of your feelings for him apparent in your eyes. “That’s a good boy” Ivan says, causing a thick gush of precum to spurt from your cock. “Yes, just keep doing like that. Let the pleasure soak into you. Let it fill your little mind up. God, this feels amazing. I had no idea it would be so good. You imagine it for years but you never know just how good a mouth feels until you experience it for yourself.” You redouble your efforts now that you know this is somehow his first blowjob and he shudders in delight. “I’m glad it turned out to be you. You’ve been a delight on our trips, always so helpful and happy. I had considered letting you do this all the way back in New York but I had to make sure you were really who I wanted. God I should have just done this then if I knew it felt like this. Wait, stop. Let me turn around. I’ve always wanted to know what rimming feels like.” You bury your face between his cheeks and begin lapping at his hole like a man possessed. You feel electric in your sex, drawn to this man like you’ve never been to anyone before. Each time he moans as your tongue pierces his hole you feel it deep down inside and you never want it to stop. “Oh fuck man, this rules. I’ve never had an interest in bottoming but I am so having you do this to me all the time. Oh my fucking god, never stop doing this. “I suppose I should explain what I mean by all the time. You see you’re kind of becoming mine right now. Men in my family are a bit different. We are good at sex. No, we are perfect at sex. This is the first time I’ve ever been with anyone and it’s already the best feeling you’ve ever had isn’t it? The way my cock fit in your mouth, the way my ass envelops your face. It’s the best possible version of sex. Anyone who gets with someone like me just once kind of gets addicted. Hooked. Once you’ve had the best sex imaginable what else can compare? So I’ve never done it before. Any of it, I mean. Didn’t want to get the wrong guy addicted to me. I’ve never even kissed a guy. Guess I should have done that before having one kiss my ass but god this feels incredible. Holy fuck, I could cum just from feeling your tongue in my ass. God you’re so good at that. Well you’re perfect actually. No sex with me could be anything less. Get naked and get on the bed. I have to know what fucking feels like right now. Good boy. “Oh my god, your ass. It’s like…oh my god. Fucking hell, oh my god. Oh if I hadn’t already decided to keep you I would have to now. It’s incredible. I can only imagine how you feel. My cock, perfectly sized for your hole, sliding in and out at just the perfect pace, hitting the exact right angle with every single thrust. I know, you’re in too much pleasure to talk. Don’t worry, just enjoy it. You’ll have this every single time we do this boy. Every time my body touches yours, it will be in the most pleasurable way possible. I’m so glad you felt this way about me. I was worried I was reading into nothing with you running all those little errands for me and looking at me like you do and oh god, I should have been fucking this ass from the start. Oh man, oh fuck. Oh when this world tour is over you are so moving in with me and we are doing this nonstop. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming, holy shit.” As you lay snuggled up later, held in the most perfect possible position by arms that are just the right mix of soft and firm, you feel happier than you have ever been in your entire life. Instead of feeling sore, your ass just feels hungry. The fucking it received only stretched it out not in any way that made it easier to get more of that incredible dick inside it, not painfully at all. You know you’ve found the love of your life. You’d do anything for the man beside you whose body heat keeps you warm and comfortable without making you sweat. His words echo in your mind as you snuggle deeper inside Ivan’s perfect arms. “Goodnight my perfect little pet. I can’t wait to get you home. I’ve got more gear than you could ever want there. We will spend our lives fulfilling every fantasy we’ve ever had and each and every time it will be the most perfect version of the fantasy come to life. I love you. You’re better than the best boy I ever dreamed of. “Now get to sleep cutie. We’ve got a very long and wonderful life to begin in the morning." [[The End]]

Last place. Embarrassing. Your cheeks flush red hot with humiliation as you stare at your own name on the results board after the ceremony concludes. Last place. You can't believe you came all the way out here, prepared for so long, got yourself so hyped up thinking that you had a real shot, that it wasn’t too crazy an idea that you would win only to come in dead last. It's awful. Shameful. You can’t imagine going home and facing your friends and oh god your favorite bar was nice enough to sponsor you and you had to go and come in dead last. Your head is so full of regret and embarrassment that you only notice the man in front of you after you run into him. You stammer out an apology to the man for not paying attention to where you're going when he stops and puts a hand on your shoulder and tells you its ok. “I guess I was wrong about you” he says though you don’t recall ever having met him before as you take in the man before you. He's gorgeous. No more than gorgeous, he's....he's...breathtaking. You've never seen such a beautiful man in your life. You would be too taken by his face to listen to his words if he didn't have the smoothest sexiest voice you've ever heard. The only problem is that his words are tinged with disappointment and contempt as his piercing eyes stare you down. “I guess you're not who I thought you were. I thought you to be worthy but with a showing like that you're not worthy of me. You’re not worthy of anyone. To take the incredible opportunity I gave you and squander it like you did. Disgusting. Truly pathetic. You are not worthy to be standing here before me, nor before any man. It would be a disgrace to make any man have to deal with your lazy incompetent ass. That's a good idea actually. I can make it so no man ever will.” You open your mouth to protest when a white light overtakes you and you have the distinct impression of waking up even though you weren't asleep. You can't see anything. You're in total complete darkness. You try to stand up only to find that you're restrained to some kind of apparatus, bent over on all fours. You struggle for a bit and find you are truly stuck in your position. It’s odd. You feel no restraints but you cannot move nonetheless. “Such a shame” you hear the same voice from earlier ringing in your ears. “You really had the potential to be the best of my harem. You would have been so happy serving me, life spent in eternal bliss. Pleasure would have been the only feeling you'd ever know. But you had to be lazy. You had to just not give it your all. Afforded an opportunity no other contestant had you still came in last place. You sicken me.” You feel strange for a moment and then suddenly your eyesight returns you and you look around at your surroundings. You're in a white room surrounded by many people. Men of all shapes and sizes circle around you looking down at you in contempt. The gorgeous man from earlier stands directly in front of you, his dick naked in front of your mouth drooling with a little pre come. Your mouth waters at the sight. You lick your lips and look up at him expectantly only to have him frown and shake his head no. “You are much too pathetic for even the most worthless of cocks, let alone my own glorious member. No, an eternity will pass in this room where you will receive only denial, which is more than what you deserve.” The man snaps his fingers and one of the other men comes up and stands in his place. His own dick dripping and pulsing with lust but locked tightly behind a tint metal cage. The man, obviously excited just to be so near your mouth rubs his caged cock and balls all over your face before his excitement gets the best of him and he shoves his locked cock in your mouth. You try to resist, to push out the invader, but a snap from the gorgeous man's fingers and you find that you cannot close your mouth any longer. Instead your mouth opens and welcomes the tiny little locked shriveled cock inside and starts sucking in earnest. The caged man thrusts and wines in horniness as your tongue licks the inside of the bars of his cage, you pleasuring him with your entire focus. “See this is more what you deserve” the man says, the disgust dripping in his voice. “You are not fit to take any cock. Every man is too good for you. So you will never take cock again. You will spend you life as a plaything to the playthings. Those worthy boys in my service who get to suck my cock, who get to feel it pierce into their fat fleshy cheeks. Something you will never experience.” You feel cold metal bars begin to rub against your needy hole and you whine in desire staring at the gorgeous man’s cock. “You took last place so last place is where you shall be on the totem pole for all eternity. I do not allow any of my my boys to cum, ever. They will be horny for all of eternity as will you” he says as you feel your cock soften as cold metal bars form around it. “But unlike my boys who get the wonder of serving one as glorious as me you will instead be a toy for them. Stuck here forever as they take their useless little caged cocks and hump your mouth. They will hump your pathetic hole. They will hump anywhere, all over your body, never tiring, never satisfied. Their pathetic little cocks, the closest thing you will ever get to feeling a man's cock in you again. Their worthless pre the only sustenance you will receive again. “My cock, the thing you are so ardently staring right now will be burned into your mind. It is the perfect penis. The universe never made something so beautiful. I would know. You will never ever forget what it looked like. How you would have given anything to give it a single lick or to feel it grind against your hole for just one second. You will spend all of eternity wishing for my cock to come back and bless you in its worship but instead you will spend the rest of time as a pathetic hump toy for all of my acolytes. You will never feel satisfied. It will never be enough for you. You will always wish that you had been better. That you had done better. You will know that you could have served alongside your brothers instead of spending all of time getting fruitlessly humped by them. You will never know orgasm again, yours or another’s. It is what you deserve and what you have been given. My judgment is final. Take one last look at the universe's most beautiful cock for you will never see it again. All you will know is the feeling of small worthless cock behind metal bars humping your body for eternity. “After all, it's what lowly pathetic creatures like you who squander their gifts deserve. Now and forever.” [[The End]]

You run and run and run, your nose seemingly aware of a destination your brain is not. Your empty hole twitches as you scamper down the street on all fours, desperate to be filled, your own cock forgotten in the wake of the growing need in your rear. It is on fire with need. You don’t just want to be fucked, you need to be fucked and you need it now. The only thing you can think about as you run past the laughing and pointing festival attendees as you head further into town is getting as many cocks crammed into you as is possible. Your rapidly simplifying mind is so enraptured imagining the oozing throbbing dicks of your future that you only notice you've reached your destination when you run headfirst into a door. Your howls of pain quickly become those of desperation to be let inside as you stand on the doorstep your hole growing hungrier by the second. You can smell it. You can feel it. On the other side of this door awaits a sea of hard cock perfect for filling your little puppy butt. Your cries eventually bring someone to the door who opens it only to see you dart through the crack of the door and run into the pack of puppy boy cocks you've been so desperately craving. You scramble to the center of the group in a hurry and lay down, present your hole, and begin whining so pitifully and with such need that no one would be able to resist giving your poor unused hole a good dicking. Fortunately for you, no one even attempts to resist. Your whines turn from pitiful to lustful as you feel a thick cock slide easily into your hungry hole before being stopped altogether as another cock enters your mouth. You rock back and forth, reveling in the relief of being filled with cock, both holes milking each puppy boy for all he's worth. Both boys seem to have an utter disregard for your feelings of relief as they rut into you with abandon, your cock dangling beneath you, forgotten by all those engaged including yourself. Your position as a set of holes to be filled apparent to every pup in the room the second you entered and from the line forming behind you, they all intend to show you how they treat a bitch in their midst. You're filled with cock after cock as the night progresses and still you remain unsated. You beg and whine as the owner of the last pup fucking your ass attaches a leash to his collar and drags him and his hard cock away. Soon you're left alone in an empty room, your need to be fucked having only grown by the experience of being group banged by a couple dozen puppy boys. You lay on the floor, coated in cum and sweat, whining with need when you are finally noticed by the one person still walking around the club. "What are you doing boy?" the man who opened the door earlier says as he walks up and sits on the floor next to you. "Where's your owner? Don't you know you're supposed to be out of here by two?" You only whine in response and present your hole to him. He laughs. "I know that hole of yours is still hungry somehow you little mutt slut but I'm not gonna fuck you. Here my name is Lee and I own this kennel club. Why don't you drop the pup thing for a moment and tell me your name and how to call your owner?" You howl in response and shake your ass back and forth trying to tempt him to use you. "Alright if that's how you're gonna be then that's how I'm gonna treat you." Lee says grabbing you by the collar. "You're gonna spend the night in the cage, muzzled so I don't have to hear your whining. We'll see if your human side feels more like talking in the morning after an uncomfortable night". It does not. No matter what Lee tries in the morning all you do is whine and present your hole for him to fuck. Your craving for being fucked having grown until it pushed everything else out of your mind. You don't think about anything but hard dripping cock sliding in and out of your holes, breeding you so deep and hard that stars fill your vision. Lee sighs as he looks down at your pulsing hole still dripping cum from the night before. He scratches his head, unsure of what to make of this development in his life, and decides to simply put you back into your cage while he gets the club ready for an event he had planned that afternoon for a special pup’s birthday party. You don’t really understand what’s going on. The only thing you understand is that cock exists outside of this cage and that you need it your holes. Right now. You are too focused on cock to understand Lee when he finally breaks down and offers to keep you around after watching you get filled with birthday cock non-stop that afternoon. You woof happily in response, cock being the only word you understood, a pattern that would define your relationship. Your simple mind only thinks about the feeling of being filled with hot spurts of cum as he fixes a nametag that simply says "bitch" on your collar and tells you you're the new club breeding mutt. You don't understand any of the things you are told as your cage is fitted with a fucking machine to pound your hole as you sleep to keep you from whining, or your hair is permanently removed from your body, or when your cock is locked away in a tiny cage forever, or any of the other things Lee decides would improve his new club mascot as the years go by. The only thing you understand is that your holes were made to be filled with cock and thanks to Lee and his ever more popular kennel, they always will be. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Life after the Kennel")]]

You run and run and run, the streets blurring in your mind as you tear through town. You aren't thinking about where you're going or why, all you're thinking about is cock. Hard, dripping, juicy luscious cocks rubbing against your face, smearing their precum onto you, marking you, plunging into your hole without warning. You're so enraptured by the idea of cock that you don't notice as the streets turn to woods, your clothes filling with cuts and tears as you run through the brush. You continue to run on all fours through the thorns and weeds of the forest until you burst out into a clearing, directly in front of a man who looks entirely too accustomed to seeing boys burst out of the brush in this manner. You freeze, staring up at him, still for the first time since you put the collar on. He's rough. Rugged. Tall, though anyone looks tall when you're on all fours. He gazes down at you with such authority that despite your instinct to keep running, you meekly avert your eyes from his and stay where you are. He kneels down in front of you and lifts your eyes to meet his and your hole throbs at the sight. His hands rough with work, his eyes daring anyone to break his discipline, and the pure smell of man emanating from him make you weak in the knees. Unable to meet his gaze, you try and turn away but his hands force you to keep staring at him. Your whines and squirms beg him to release you but he holds firm, only deciding to let go of you when you become still and silent and stare back at him with devotion in your eyes. Whatever part of you is in control now knows instinctively that this is a man who deserves respect and authority. He stands back up and whistles for you to follow him. You do, already not willing to dare disobey anything this man would ask of you. Your holes still ache to be filled but you know that it would be no use to beg. This is a man who only does what he wants, when he wants to do it. You obediently follow him to the side of a nearby barn and sit where he points. You calmly accept him removing the torn remains of your clothes from you but let out a yelp when you are surprised by a blast of cold water from a nearby hose. Your yelp is quickly met by a firm squeezing of your balls and a look of such disapproval and disdain that you know such outbursts will be met with much worse punishment in the future. You bow your head in submission and let him clean you with the ice cold water of the hose, inside and out. Your hole burns with desire as he clips a leash onto your collar and walks you into his farmhouse but your hopes are dashed when instead of heading for the bedroom, he leads you to a cage in the corner of the kitchen. You look at him with pleading desperation in your eyes as you waggle your empty hole but he shakes his head and speaks for the first time since you met him, deep penetrating words spoken with a quiet force that makes your already frazzled puppy head spin. "Not likely mutt. I know you faggy dog types need it something fierce but we've got to earn everything we get out here. I'm sure your hole would feel mighty nice on my dick right now but work comes first. Always. I don't take no freeloaders out here. You'll be up working the fields with me bright and early tomorrow morning. It'll be tough for you to pull a plow and work the fields down there on all fours but eventually you'll toughen up and get some meat on those bones. Hard work will be good for you. You clearly need a firm hand in your life, what with that pathetic display with the hose. I tell you now boy, I don't ever want to see you so much as think about complaining like that again, you hear me? "Don't worry though boy, you'll enjoy life out here. There's a freedom in good honest work. A feeling you can only get when you collapse into bed at the end of the day knowing your energy was spent in pursuit of something worth doing. And I'm sure after a few months of labor your newly muscled puppy ass will be worth my time and I promise that I will work it with the same fervor that I do with everything else. I know you think you need to be fucked now, that you won't last months without it. Trust me boy, I know all about it. But you will, you will learn to accept it only when I feel like giving it, and you will thank me when I do. You think you need it bad now? Just wait until harvest. You'll be so delirious with need you'll see god when I finally pound your puppy hole. And you'll know I was right, just as I always am. Trust me boy. I know what's best for you." With that he leaves, leaving your needy hole aching and burning with desire behind him. You are filled with the urge to howl but the memory of his hard eyes stops you cold. All you can do is lie down and try to think about something other than cock. A task your ever simplifying puppy mind can't seem to handle as you quietly whine pitifully to yourself, alone in your cage. You try and remember how long a “months” is but any attempts at rational thought are quickly buried underneath waves of desire for your owner’s cock. It was quick but already your brain had latched onto this man as your new owner and you pouted pitifully as you stared out the bars of the cage, waiting to hear his boots clomping down the stairs, walking their way over to your poor puppy self, and letting you out to work alongside him and underneath him. Just as you would do every night from now on. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Cowboy")]]

You wake up curled into a tight ball with an overwhelming hunger in your hole. Before you wake up enough to comprehend what’s going on you have half your fist jamming in and out of your hole as vague, half remembered dreams of the greatest dick in the world slamming into you play beneath your closed eyes. You cry out in pleasure as a hands free orgasm racks your body and you can hardly remember the last time you came so good and so quickly. You try and get up from the bed several times during the day but each time you do you get an overwhelming sense that you shouldn’t get up without permission. Besides, you can’t stop your hands from cramming anything they can reach into your ever hungry hole, pounding away as hard as they can. Eventually you manage to shake off the feeling in your ass and the weird sense of waiting for someone and have time for a quick shower before you head down into the lobby. When you get in the shower you notice that you've had a collar around your neck all day. You're not sure where it came from but it looks nice and expensive. You pocket it, your mind still focused on looking to maybe get some of that dick that's been playing in your mind all day. You’re still horny, despite the numerous mind-numbing orgasms you had already. You gain 2 experience and the ''Collar'' item. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $collar to 1) (set: $item to 2)

"Of course" Paul says smiling at your inert form breathing rhythmically. "I expect a lot of us here have that idea or we wouldn't be in a hypnosis class. Why don't you tell me in more detail what exactly appeals to you about mindlessness? Why does being mindless seem better to you than thinking for a while? What precisely do you mean when you say you want to be mindless? People are imagining a lot of different fantasies when they say they want to be mindless I've found. Explain to me what being mindless means to you." The class watches with interest as you simply breathe for a few moments before speaking. "I want to be empty. I want to be nothing. I want someone to reach inside my head and flip the off switch and lock it into that position. I want to be a thing. An object. I want someone to control me so deeply and completely that they not only control everything about my body, but my mind too. I don't want someone to replace my thoughts with their own. I want a man to grab my brain and squeeze it until there are no thoughts of any kind left at all. I want to be a puppet, completely at the whims of another, unable to think of disobeying because that would require me to have the ability to think at all. I want him to use me any way he wants. I do not care how, when, what, why, or where. I would not care at all about anything anymore. I want to be deeply and irrevocably mindless." Paul's smile continues to grow as he watches you speak, his cock beginning to fill his pants. "Interesting choice of words. Do you mean you want to stay mindless permanently?" You nod. "You're completely sure about that? You wouldn't regret your decision? You do realize what you'd be giving up if you never woke up again?" You nod again. "I want to be absolutely clear here. Forget any and all triggers or past hypnotic experiences that may be affecting your mind. Clear your mind of all distractions and fill yourself with certainty either way. You must be absolutely sure of your choice here. Do you want to be mindless forever?" For the third and final time, you nod. "Well class it looks we've got a real demonstration to go through tonight. It's of course impossible to do as the boy wants in one night but we can start him on his journey. I will show you how deep it is possible to take someone new to hypnosis before we wake him back up later. Though I’m gonna need a few volunteers." Several people raise their hands while you stare blankly ahead at the darkness of your closed eyes, unaware of the organization going on outside your focused worldview down in trance. With a few words from Paul though, that worldview ceases to exist to you as “you” becomes just as dark and empty as the view from behind your eyelids. Paul brings you down deep, deep, deep. He spins a dizzying array of hypnosis that shows his years of experience and expertise. Once satisfied that you are well and truly tranced into oblivion, he turns to his volunteers and asks them to test how deep you are. The first volunteer turns out to be a brave soul and skips right past the usual poke and pinch routine and jumps straight to shoving his tongue down your throat. The class cheers as you don’t react at all and let this man make out with you. Emboldened, the other volunteers make their move and soon you are completely naked as your holes are probed, your cock played with as your balls are mercilessly squeezed and all the while you simply let it happen, unaware of it all, playing the part of the puppet you had fantasized about for so long. It doesn’t take much time for someone to stick their cock in your mouth and before long your holes are crammed full of cock after cock as the class learns how much fun hypnosis can be with a boy who really wants it. All the while Paul continues to whisper things into your ear that you cannot hear or understand, but keep you deep down where he wants you. Things continue like this until late into the night. It is well beyond closing time of the dungeon when the last class attendee shoots his load on your face and gets ready to leave, Paul telling him that he’ll wake you up and explain what all happened and why you’re so covered in cum. The man laughs and leaves and Paul wastes no time bounding over to the door and locking you both inside. He ruffles your hair affectionately and thanks you for being such a good demo boy and giving up your brain for the class. You don’t respond, still deep down in your pit of nothingness, brain as useless as pink goop. Paul smiles as you are easily led to his car where you slump against the door as he straps noise cancelling headphones over your ears and pushes play on a custom playlist. You can’t hear anything over the sounds of your new programming but if you could you would hear his exclamations of delight at having finally found the one. The boy who had both the drive and the ability to go down so far that he never came back up. You don’t hear him plotting his plans for his new toy, nor how he plans to push his own skills by brainwashing you more than he has anyone ever before. It doesn’t matter that you can’t hear him down in your deep hypnotic slumber while the words of his files pour into your open brain though. At this point it’s too late. Your mind is his now, and he will do with it as he pleases, even if it means shutting it off forever. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Hypno Demo")]]

"I want to be stupid!" you call out to the amusement of the class. Unaware of the smirks of the audience deep down in your trance you answer honestly when asked to elaborate. "I want to be simple. I want to be gullible. I want to be a dumb little slut, too stupid to care about anything but cock. I want a man to make me feel so stupid and beneath him and his superior brain. I want to be mocked and made to feel ashamed of my stupidity. I want to constantly be reminded of what an utter moron I am and feel the humiliation of being shown what an idiot I am over and over and over. I want a man to take advantage of my simple stupid mind and manipulate me and push me around and make me his. I want to be made to feel stupid, small, inferior, and cared for by a man who is so much smarter than me by simply being average." More than a few members of the audience shift uncomfortably in their seats as their dicks reveal some unknown things about themselves hearing you speak. "Very good boy." Paul says soothingly to you. "I can make all that happen for you. When you wake up I'm going to give you a bracelet. Whenever that bracelet is on, all your big people thoughts, reading, writing, math, even simple things like the alphabet, will drain away from you and be replaced by a deep unending horniness. You will be a complete drooling moron who would easily lose a battle of wits to a small child. However, you will be unable to put on or remove the bracelet by yourself. You being stupid will be completely dependent on others. You will only be able to be dumb when there is someone around to mock you for it and they will be able to keep you dumb for as long as they want. As a safety precaution however, if you fall asleep wearing the bracelet, you will be able to remove it yourself when you wake up returning you to your normal intelligent self." "Now when I count upwards from three you will wake up feeling, happy, refreshed, and unashamed at everyone knowing your desire to be stupid. You will think of your wish to be a carefree moron as the positive it is from now on. It is something men can use to play with you that will make you both happy. 3. Feeling so light and carefree. 2. Flexing your fingers and toes as you wake and 1. Fully awake and aware. Welcome back. Here's your bracelet as promised." Paul slides a plain black rubber bracelet into your hands looking at you expectantly. You immediately try to put it on but his words hold true. You simply can't get yourself to put it on no matter which way you try. You smile and thank Paul for his gift and he smiles warmly. "Not a problem. Always happy to show a dummy who he really is" he says with a wink. He sees a few others waving for his attention and gives you a final handshake as he exits the classroom with them. You stare down at the bracelet wondering how much it would really work when a voice, clearly knowing what you’re thinking about, calls out. "If you're looking to try that out I have a hotel room nearby that has an unfortunate lack of horny submissive idiots currently. You interested in filling that gap?" Nervous to try it out so quickly and with a stranger, but too horny to refuse you nod. The man extends his arm for a handshake and introduces himself as Sean. He grins as you reach out to shake his hand and quickly snatches the bracelet out of your extended hand and slips it on your wrist instead. "Good answer dummy. Now can you follow me back to my hotel or are you such a dumb-dumb that you need me to hold your hand so you don't get lost?" Your only response is to moan as you feel his derision piercing straight into your slowing mind, making you feel so inferior and stupid already. Your cock hardens instantly and you turn to him after a few moments and ask him to repeat the question. He laughs and drags you out of the classroom as you stare dumbly at the bracelet on your wrist. You look up to see you’ve arrived at his hotel room and are amazed at how easily he manages to work the tricky card door keep shut thing with no problem. You fall all over him praising him for being so smart when the door opens and he affectionately ruffles your hair and invites you in. Once inside he tells you to take your clothes off which proves to be quite the challenge as you tangle yourself in your shirt trying to get it off. Sean smirks down at you condescendingly as he watches, undressing himself in a quarter of the time it takes you. "Impressed I could handle a door. You really are a stupid little moron aren't you?" You enthusiastically agree making him laugh again. "Get over here dipshit, you've got a strong smart man in front of you with a hard dick that needs sucking. What do you think you should do?" You ponder his question for a while and give him your answer. You don't know. Sean's grin goes even wider as he ruffles your hair again and pushes you to your knees. "Suck my dick, idiot." The rest of the night passes in a blur to you. You know his cock entered your mouth and the other hole and your mouth and at one point he made you do this really hard thing with ones and pluses called addition before giving up and fucking your mouth again. You think more happened but even thinking about something that just happened is hard for you now. You remember falling asleep in his big strong arms but he's nowhere to be found now when you wake up. You remember that you had something important to do today, something that started with C, so as much you'd like to remain dumb you know you have to take your bracelet off. You reach down for it only to discover it's no longer there. Confused you look at your arms but there's no bracelet on either of them. You throw the covers off yourself but even your puny brain can tell you're completely naked. "Good morning dummy" Sean says walking back into the room. You run up to him and excitedly explain that you can't find your bracelet anywhere. Sean looks all your naked body over for the bracelet but he shakes his head when he can’t find one either. He sits down on the bed and gestures you to come join him. "It’s just as I thought cutie. The bracelet is gone. You fell asleep before me last night and I was looking down at you marveling at how you managed to even look stupid while you slept when I saw it happen. I saw the bracelet pulse and it just started shrinking around your wrist. I guess you liked being stupid so much that your body never wanted to stop. The bracelet shrank and shrank and went right into your arm. You’re still wearing it, just on the inside now.” You stare up at Sean in shock. You didn’t know bracelets did that, you tell him starting to panic as your brain slowly begins to put together that if you can’t take the bracelet off then you can’t be smart again. “It's true. I saw it myself. It happens sometimes. It's science. People enjoy something so much that their body finds a way to make it so it doesn’t have to stop. Looks like you're stuck as a moron forever." You start to sniffle, and tell Sean that you’re scared about being stuck a moron forever but he ruffles your hair again and fixes you with a big smile. "Don't worry little guy. You can stay with me if you want. I’ll take really good care of you. I like dummies." Your worries instantly evaporate and you hug him, and thank him for being so nice. You both lay down back in bed and you snuggle up in his arms. He spends the morning fingering your hole and laughing at your responses to his questions. You feel humiliated at the derision in his voice sometimes as he calls you names but that only makes you want to push his finger further inside you. After finally getting tired of teasing you he flips you over and fucks you so hard that if you had any smarts left they would have been pounded out by his long hard cock drilling you to your core. You fall back in bed exhausted after he finally cums inside you and smile up at him, happy to have someone so great to take care of you. He pets you and tells you that you’re gonna rest now and then he’ll see if you remember how to shower when a question pops into your mind. You ask him where he was when you woke up this morning. "Oh that,” he says looking down at the loving goofy grin on your face with a smirk of his own. “I was cleaning the room a little bit and didn’t want to wake your dumb ass up. I just had a piece of trash I needed to dispose of so I took it out and got rid of it. Don’t worry about it. It’s gone now.” Worry you don't. You're too stupid to hold onto a worry long enough for your weak mind to give it notice as it goes one in ear and out the other. Just like you will be for the rest of time. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Dumb")]]

You wake up in your bed with a huge lazy yawn and stare absentmindedly at the ceiling. While you wouldn’t exactly be considered a morning person you usually get off to a much quicker start than this. You know you need to shower but for some reason it just seems like figuring out a hotel shower would be too much for you to handle right now. Never mind that you already used it once, it just all seems like such an effort and you’re so comfortable in bed and you don’t want to have to think about anything right now. It’s just so much easier to let other people figure that stuff out for you, you think despite not knowing to who you could be referring being single and all. You lay in bed all day, content to do absolutely nothing but wallow in your comfort and slow moving thoughts. Eventually you catch a glimpse of the clock and the shock of how much time has passed jolts you out of your stupor. You barely have enough time to grab a shower and throw an outfit together before you head out the door. You gain 3 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +3) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $hypnodemo to 1)

You aren’t gonna let that little slut outdo you. Next time his wandering hand snakes its way up your leg you grab it and make him look you in the eyes. You try and stare him down but he leans in for a deep kiss and grinds his body up against yours. You pull back and try and push him to his knees. You moan and you can see the little slut give you a wink and move further down your body. You continue to try and be aggressive but he matches you at every turn. And when you finally get him to his knees he slowly and seductively rises up your body. When you try and thrust against him desperate to try and assert control, he turns around and grinds his ass against you leaving you breathless as you almost cum in your pants to the cheers of everyone watching. It’s become clear that no matter what you do he has got your number and you concede the dance to him by getting on your knees yourself and kissing his hand. He laughs and you two make your way off the dance floor to a quiet spot by a hallway. You tell him he’s bested you and offer to buy him a drink. He grins and palms your balls and tells you all the drink he wants is right here and his hotel room is just up those stairs over there so you wouldn’t even have to leave. You push him against the wall and start kissing him and thrust your hard cock against his shaking body. He moans and groans and pushes you away. He turns around displaying his hot bouncing ass framed by the straps of a neon green jock beckoning for you to follow him as he walks up the stairs. You rip your own pants off when you enter his room and see him face down on the bed with his ass in the air waiting for you. You bury your face between those cheeks, eating his pussy for all it’s worth promising him between breaths that you’re going to tear up this hole just as badly as he tore you up on the dance floor tonight. He gasps and pants and tells you that he intends to make you keep that promise. You feel lightheaded for a second but the pulsing hole in your face brings you back to reality. Hearing his quivering breath and seeing his tight shaking bottom in front of you, you tear your face away and ram your hard dripping cock in his tight boyhole. You fuck and fuck for hours. You fuck him against the wall, you plunge yourself deep in his ass in the bed, you demolish his hole on the bathroom counter. You fuck him in the shower, you fuck him in the bed again, you fuck him more times than you can count. It never ends. Every time you cum and think you’re spent, he wiggles his juicy ass in your face and you bury your face in it and your cock hardens and you have no choice but to tear that ass up again. Just seeing it makes you want another piece. Eventually you realize that you must have been in his hotel multiple days by now. You're never sated. It's never enough. And neither is he. He never gives you a break. You can’t even get out of bed anymore he’s so insistent. When you try and say that you need to leave he wiggles his fat ass in your face and you get lost in its beauty. When you try and stand up he sits on your cock and bounces up and down and the pleasure is so intense you almost black out. Your balls never stop churning, you cum gallons into his tight hole and the hotel room is swimming in the smell of sex. When you finally get enough time to mumble out “leave please” he just laughs and sits his ass down on your face and your tongue reacts automatically and starts worshipping his hole as your cock spontaneously erupts all over the bed and yourself. “No way” the slut says “you promised to destroy my hole the way I destroyed you on the dance floor and my hole is still perfectly fine. In fact, it’s starving for your cock. It’s always hungry and this is the most fun I’ve had with a toy in ages. You will stay and you will fuck me until my hole can’t take it any longer. You’re gonna keep fucking me until I am satisfied and trust me. I am never satisfied.” He lifts his ass off your face and you watch it bounce in front of your face, covered in the cum of dozens of orgasms. His hole winks at you and you know that it was made to be fucked and that there’s no point in trying to resist it. You grab the little slut and slam him down on your ever-hard cock and scream out in pure pleasure wondering if it’ll ever end. Wondering does you no good and eventually you forget about even trying to escape. Why you ever wanted to escape this pleasure is beyond you as you sink your rock hard cock into his burning hot pussy. Which is good. Because you never will. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Dance")]]

There’s only one way to deal with a slut on the dance floor. Outslut him. You match him beat for beat, grinding against him when he grinds on you. When he drops to his knees you drop to the ground and raise your ass against his crotch. When he rolls you over, you pull him down and sit on his lap, pantomiming riding him and giving the audience a show. You grope and feel all over each other as the song goes on with the grand finale being you two caught in a deep kiss while the crowd goes wild. They call out for an encore but you two just smile at each other and head over to the bar to officially meet. The other dancer introduces himself as Andre and tells you that since he won the dance-off you have to buy the drinks. You laugh and tell him that that’s definitely not how you remember it going. A voice calls out that you are both winners and offers to buy a round for both of you. It’s not often you get to see two magnificent sluts like you two at once. You look behind you to see a man in a cheap looking leather vest come up behind you and rest his arms on both of your shoulders. You and Andre roll your eyes at this Dom wannabe but hey a free drink is a free drink. He tells the bartender he wants one of his specials for each of you and introduces himself to you both telling you to just call him “Daddy.” You stifle a laugh but are grateful when a delicious looking fruity drink makes its way in front of you. It tastes delicious and you start to relax as you sip on it. So what if he’s a little cheesy and aggressive, he’s at least interesting to listen to. You’re not quite following what he says but you nod and smile appropriately. Three drinks in you even giggle at something he says. Andre giggles at you giggling and soon you two are in a giggling fit as Daddy looks down at you happily and lets you two talk for a while. Daddy smiles as you two giggle and chat over increasingly vapid topics as time passes. When your conversation has descended to little more than the occasional word followed a bout of giggling Daddy offers to take you two back to his hotel room. You look at Andre and you smile at each other and say in unison “thank you Daddy.’ Daddy immediately drops his pants when he arrives in his hotel room and turns to you both asking who wants some Daddy cock. You both jump and down and exclaim that you do! you do! and turn look at each other unsure of how to proceed. “Daddy” Andre says “there’s only one Daddy cock and two of us. How does that work?” while you nod in agreement. Daddy looks at the two of you with a look of pure condescension and says he has an idea that you might like. “Good little boys like you two should be happy to get any part of their Daddy’s body not just his cock. So you two will worship my body while I lay back and watch TV and the boy I think does best will get to ride my cock.” You both spring into action as he lays down lazily on the bed. You suck his nipples while Andre lick his pits. You two massage him all over and take your tongues to his feet, his back, his stomach. Every part of him that feels good to have a boy worshipping gets worshipped. His hard cock stands straight up dripping precum tempting you both but Daddy says that you may only touch his cock when he says so. As you two worship Daddy continues to speak, drilling in your head just how much you love Daddy and how you worship Daddy. You learn that Daddy knows best and you should always listen to what Daddy says. You giggle every time he speaks unable to help yourself. You're just so content and happy whenever Daddy talks to you. Daddy grabs the two of you and pulls you in to cuddle one of you on each side of him. You see Andre's face staring back at you across Daddy’s belly with a completely glazed blank look in his eyes unaware that your eyes look the exact same. Daddy speaks up “I know it’s awfully hard out in the world for two boys as dumb and giggly and emptyheaded as you two sluts. What if you two stayed with me? I don’t care that you’re nothing but dumb little cocksluts who never think of anything but pleasing Daddy and doing what Daddy says. Would you like to stay with me?” You and Andre smile at each other and speak together “Whatever you would like Daddy.” Daddy grins and kisses both of you on the forehead and tells you to turn off the light since it’s bedtime. You pout and tell Daddy that you wanted his cock tonight. He pets you on the head and promises to give it to you tomorrow if you’ll be a good boy and go to sleep and you smile and turn off the light and cuddle into your Daddy for the night. His hard cock clearly wants attention as he settles in for the night but staring down at you and Andre he knows there’s no rush. He’s taken the two hottest boys in the club and made them his dumb little boys. He’s got all the time in the world to enjoy you. And, as always, Daddy is right. You and Andre are his dumb little vapid cocksluts for the rest of your life. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Slut")]]

You slowly wake up and roll over and sleepily cuddle up with Daddy and your brother to start your morning off right. Only in this case Daddy and brother turn out to be pillows and you have to laugh at yourself. You had such vivid dreams about life with a big strong Daddy taking care of you and another boy that seemed so real. You really thought they would have been there when you woke up. You’re kind of sad they’re gone but you shake it off. No use mourning dream people. You shower and head out for the day in the sluttiest outfit you packed and find yourself amused at everyone and everything. You can hardly contain your giggles seeing a man suck on a popsicle, thinking how naughty it looks. You never used to be such an easy laugh but find you have to quell a giggle every time you open your mouth to talk. As the day goes on the urge grows weaker but you can’t imagine why you were such a ditz today. You change out of your crop top and booty shorts into something more respectable and head out for the night. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $dance to 1)

You accept his challenge scoffing at the idea. Even if it looked 100% realistic in every way, there's no way it would do anything to your ability to move in real life. That's not how anything works you confidently tell him as he lowers the headset onto your head . He lays you down on a bench his smirk growing at every one of your comments. "Oh it'll work my man. You just keep talking it down and I'll just keep increasing the extremity of the bondage you have to endure." You laugh and tell him to do his worst. You'll be able to handle even the most extreme form of nothing happening to you. Grinning as you hear him typing something on his computer you hear him say "oh fine fine. You asked for it. Don't say I didn't warn you. You'll make an excellent display model to the customers for all the hours you're gonna be stuck in there now. My boyfriend made this program to fulfill one of his biggest bondage fantasies and he’s always dazed when he comes out, it’s so intense. I'm not sure what exactly is in it but if a bondage freak like him can barely handle it then I'm sure it’s gonna rock your world. The next four hours are gonna be a breeze for you though right? This is your last chance to back out." You wind your arm around and around and give a giant thumbs up to show just how able to move you still are. Greg laughs and presses a key and you are instantly in a new world. You'll give the man this. It does look like you are actually in a cheap hotel room, down to the too thin blankets on the bed and the humming of the overworked air conditioner. You look around the room and run your hands against the bed, feeling the soft cloth on your hands. It’s kind of shocking since you didn't put on any kind of haptic suit, just a pair of goggles and headphones. You gulp, afraid for the first time of what you may have just gotten yourself into. You start to walk around the room to see what other interesting sensations your mind can be tricked into feeling when the door of the hotel suddenly bursts open with a loud noise. Again you're amazed at how realistic everything is as you can feel the man's gloved hand on your lips shushing you as he closes and locks the door, peering out the keyhole to make sure he wasn't followed. It really feels like a thug has burst into the hotel room you're staying in and is trying to keep you quiet. You blink a few times as you realize what's actually happening in the program and groan aloud. How cliche. A handsome burglar on the run from the police to tie you down and probably keep you quiet by plugging your mouth with his cock. The man moves his hand to cover your mouth completely as you groan and you marvel as you feel yourself barely able to breathe through your mouth in real life. The technology is amazing here. Greg is gonna be rich for sure. This has so many uses inside and outside of sex. You decide to play along as you breathe through your nose and nod quickly when he asks if you'll be quiet. If you're here for the next four hours, may as well go along and have some fun right? You probably aren’t going to get many chances to see what a virtual cock tastes like so may as well go with it. You sit down on the bed as he walks you over to it and are blown away by how much the hard bench you were laying on earlier really feels like the hard bed of a cheap hotel to you now. Quickly the burglar has you spread eagle as your hands are tied to the headboard and your feet tied to the bed frame. You experiment and attempt to move away and have to give it up to Greg. He was right. You really can't get out of this position and you imagine how you must look in real life right now with your arms suspended on nothing in the air and laugh. Your laughter is brought to a stop however when the thug takes a hold of your balls and squeezes them and demands that you be quiet. It hurts. A lot. You start to panic as wild ideas of how this program could go wrong start to pour into your mind and you start struggling against your bindings for real. Who knows what this Greg guys boyfriend is into? You are quickly met again by shushing from the criminal as he squeezes your balls harder and harder until you go silent again. Sighing, the burglar stands up and mutters about how he'll have to shut you up for good. Your panic as he reaches into his jacket for something turns to laughter as he pulls out a gold watch on a chain and starts swinging back and forth in front of your eyes. Greg's boyfriend may have been slightly more original than you had given him credit for but there is nothing so cliche as a swinging watch to hypnotize you. You don't even get how that's supposed to do anything. You don't feel different at all as you watch the watch swing back and forth like the thug tells you to. You feel perfectly normal and calm watching it go back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. You're not worried about the thug, you're just relaxing and watching the watch and listening and watching and relaxing as it goes back and forth and back and forth, eyes feeling heavy but that's ok, just keep watching it go back and forth, back and forth, relaxing, breathing, listening, obeying, eyes closing but the watch still moving back and forth in your mind, body obeying, mind obeying, staying perfectly quiet and still, listening to me, obeying me, serving me. The virtual thug grins as he pulls open your eyes and sees them staring glazed straight ahead. Now he can do what he came here to do. He starts strapping your body down to the bed, so tightly and thoroughly that even the most knowledgeable of rope bunnies would be ashamed at their lack of discipline all the while whispering things into your calm, relaxed, obedient mind to take root and become true. He tells you how natural this feels, how much you love to be restrained, how bondage is your biggest love. He tells you how lucky you are to have Greg as your boyfriend, how great he is and how submissive and subservient you should be to him to thank him for all the wonderful new ways he dreams up of restraining you. You're so lucky to have Greg as your Master you learn as the night goes on, the criminal tying you up in various extreme positions, explaining how much you love the pain and constraint of each one and how lucky you are to have Greg in your life to do these things to you. You love Greg after all. You should serve him always. He is your reason for living. You open your eyes again when the thug tells you to but instead of seeing his face leaning over you, you see your wonderful boyfriend and Master Greg looking down at you with deep concern on his face. "Um, my boyfriend showed up and I explained what was happening with our bet and uhh, how do you feel?" You stare at Greg's nervous face for a second before you fall to your knees and start kissing his boots, thanking him for the wonderful experience and telling him what a wonderful Master he is and how lucky you are to be his boyfriend. Greg sighs as he looks down at your groveling form and his boyfriend walks up and joins in on the sigh. They regard you silently for a moment before Greg’s boyfriend pipes up. "Well you could look at it as us having a cute new guinea pig to try out all your new inventions on my love. He certainly won’t be resistant after going through that whole thing. Besides, I do love serving you but I have always wanted a slave of my own. I can't get any programming out of his head but I can add some more than enslaves him to me as well. Can I have a slave too pretty please Greg Master?" Greg finally looks up from you to stare at his boyfriend regarding him for a moment before his face breaks out into a wide grin. "Sure you can dear. In fact I think you two should get acquainted tonight. Take him back to our hotel room and wait for me. I'll be back after I clean up here to make sure that my boy’s first night together makes you two very close and very tight. And I mean very very tight. You'll be inseparable” He turns down to look at you staring up at him in adoration. “Run along with my first boyfriend here slave and he’ll start getting you set up for your new life. Unless you have any objections to spending your days as my new slave tormented to the most intense excruciating bondage scenarios imaginable?" You don't. You could never object to anything your dear sweet wonderful boyfriend Greg wants ever again. And soon, you'd never deny your other boyfriend and Master anything he desires either. You are the perfect test subject for their new extreme bondage contraptions and fantasies for the rest of time. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Boyfriend")]] (set: $vendor to $vendor +1)

You feel a little suspicious as he pours the kibbles into a bowl and places it before you but hey. What’s life without a little adventure? You hesitantly and slowly lower your head and give it a whiff. It doesn’t smell like much of anything. You screw up your courage and close your eyes and lean in and take a big bite in your mouth. You crunch on the hard bits and eventually manage to swallow. It's actually not so bad you decide once you get a few of them down. The aftertaste is kind of good. You scoop up a few more bits in your mouth and smile. Actually they're pretty dang tasty. You could get used to snacking on these things. These really would make excellent dinners for those puppy boys who like to give things more of a realistic twist. Owen looks down at you smiling and projects to the crowd. “So what do you think mister brave puppy?” You look up at the crowd and give a big howl of approval to everyone's laughter and dig your face back in the bowl. These are actually goddamn delicious. You want more. Owen sees you chowing down and ruffles your hair and pours more into your bowl and straps a tail onto your back seeing he’s got himself a happy little showdog to work with tonight. The two of you work well together. He keeps your bowl full all night long and you perform dog tricks for him and the audience. Owen tosses a tennis ball out into the crowd and has you fetch it for him, rewarding you with a handful of kibbles. He uses you to show off his collection of custom dog toys, trying different collars and tails on you. He shows off his teeth safe chew toys and has you shake and roll over and get belly rubs from strangers. You happily do anything he wants knowing that if you do he’ll fill your bowl with more of those delicious Owens brand kibbles. Things get a little weird when someone in the crowd asks you a questions about the taste and you just bark in return and start chasing your tail. Owen looks at you quizzically and steps in to answer the question for the customer. You don't give it a second thought, you just want more of those kibbles. They’re so addicting. They’re all you really think about as the night goes on. The show you put on is fine, the fetching is and fun everything but it's only fun because it's in service to you getting more of those kibbles. You can't imagine not getting them anymore. They’re your new favorite thing. Owen’s booth is super popular tonight and he sells almost all the stock he has out. Owen crouches down to talk to you as you eat your kibbles and tells you that he is glad he picked the right boy to help him with his newest venture. He offers you a hand to help you off your knees as you finish the bowl but instead only gets a lick in return. He watches you saunter off and begin nosing around his booth. Owen looks down at you with concern and then looks at the Box of kibbles he’s been giving you all night and gasps. “Oh no” he exclaims. “These were the prototype. They were only supposed to be for show purposes. They are way too strong to give out.” He looks at you happily chasing your tail and slumps down “I'm so sorry. They were designed to bring out that the outer human just fades away. Oh God, you almost ate the whole box!” You crawl up and start licking his face still unsure of what he’s talking about but wanting to cheer him up. He looks so sad for some reason. He ruffles your hair and you yip in excitement and start enthusiastically licking him all over. His laughter at your antics turns to moans when you start licking his middle so you dive right in. You find a nice hard bone waiting for you under his pants and you lick and suck and taste the yummy drink it leaks out. Owens pants and gasps for breath egg you on until his bone explodes a ton of the drink in your mouth. You crawl up on and nuzzle his side as he gathers himself. He looks down at you happily snuggling on him and says “well we did make a good team tonight and I did always want a dog of my own.” He dumps the rest of the box into your bowl as you yip in excitement so excited to have more of your favorite treat. You eat it all getting rid of whatever humanity you had left within minutes, leaving nothing but the happy joyful show pup mascot that Owens puppies stand will use from now on. You’re a big boon for business, everyone wanting to see the smiling puppy boy from the advertisements in person. You get to play and have fun every night from now on and your precious kibbles are never far away. You get to suck Owen’s bone almost every night and he shows how much fun bones can be in other holes of yours too. Life never gets better than when Owen gets you your very own collar with your new name and promises to take care of you forever. He names you after your favorite thing in life and the whole reason you belong to him in the first. You could never get enough of being Kibbles the happy puppy. Which is fortunate because that’s all you’ll be from now on. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Puppy Tail")]] (set: $vendor to $vendor +1)

You wake up with a large yawn and look around your hotel room confused. You definitely remember checking into a hotel room but not one as nice as this. It was a cheap place, kinda shady really. In fact, didn’t someone break into your hotel room? You look around in panic and wonder how you ended up here? Eventually it dawns on you that this was the hotel room you checked into and the other one was from a dream. A great dream though. It feels like a dream within a dream or something must have happened because you can also vaguely remember your boyfriends from the dream. Two sexy, gorgeous, wonderful, commanding, gods that you lived to serve. God, why can’t you ever remember the good dreams in more detail? You spend the day trying to remember something more about the guys in your dream other than that you must serve and obey their every wish before giving up. It’s clear what kind of activities your mind wants you to get up to when it serves up a dream like that but you’re not gonna find it in here. You get ready to head to the hotel lobby ready see if you can find some activity that might satisfy your overactive imagination. You gain 2 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $spank to 1)

You wake up with a start and nuzzle into the pillows beside you and wait for your owner to come scratch you behind the ears so you can both start your day. You are disappointed that no one ever comes though and are then puzzled why you thought anyone ever would. You’re here in the city alone and you didn’t take anyone home last night. But you still can’t shake the feeling as you shower that someone is supposed to be in there with you, helping to clean you off. As the day goes you find yourself with a deep craving for something salty and crunchy. You search the local restaurants for anything that might fulfill the criteria but nothing you see is what you want. You can’t say what it is you want, but you want it. You almost feel like you need it. Just when you feel like you might be sick if you don’t get it, the feeling starts to fade and you find your normal appetite return to you. You wolf something down after having wasted so much time and as you get ready to head on out for the night wondering if you might be vitamin deficient or something. You should check on that when you get home. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $tail to 1)

You awaken but keep your eyes shut, knowing it will make no difference whether they are opened or closed. It will be darkness either way, as it always is. So it comes as a big shock when you do finally open them to discover that the world is not in fact composed of nothing but pure blackness. It’s almost disorienting how colorful everything is and the room spins as you take it all in. You shut your eyes again and the darkness calms you back down. Crap, you think. You’re sick the night before the contest. You try and call for help but you can’t keep your eyes open long enough to pick up the phone and dial any numbers. The colors, the lights, the movement of the air, it all drowns you in sensation. You curl up in your bed and wish for the darkness to take you again. But it never comes. Your eyes begin to adjust to the light of the room and miraculously your body seems to get over its sickness in a matter of hours. You contemplate calling a doctor but you seem so healthy now that you don’t think they’d find anything. Maybe it was just a quick bug. Then again, maybe you should keep a better eye on your drinks tonight. You’re just glad it faded away so quickly as you head out for the night. You gain 2 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $vacbed to 1)

You can’t let down your title of Mr. Nicest Guy in the World and besides this will only take a second. You take the cat ears, feeling softer and cuter by the second in your hands, and gently set them in the blond curls of the cute boy. You move his hair around and position it so you can’t see the band at all, just the ears sticking out of his head. It looks like he really has cat ears on his head, the band having vanished completely. You give him a big thumbs up and tell him he looks great. He thanks you for your help and for giving him the ears in the first place. "You're such a great guy" he says as he kisses you on the cheek and bounces out onto the dance floor to show off the ears to his friends. For a second you think you can see some of his curls taking on the same grey color as the ears but he disappears into the crowd and you shake your head at the idea. You slip into the crowd yourself and lose yourself dancing among everyone. The music is loud, the crowd is hot, and everyone is here to have a good time in a crowd of like-minded people. The DJ has the crowd tonight and everyone sways and bounces to his music as he sprays the crowd with glow liquid making the place feel like a rave. He finishes up a banger that leaves you exhausted and gives everyone a break by playing something slower for once. You pant looking around the room gaze stopping when you spot them. The most realistic pair of fursuits you've ever seen. Some kind of small grey leopard boy in a black mesh top is examining a large bear who seems to have burst out of his clothes completely. They must have spent hours perfecting their suits, you can hardly believe what you're seeing. The way the fur sits on their body isn't bulky and their heads aren't too large. They're stylized to a degree but in a way that doesn't look too unrealistic. An inquisitive boy walks up and after a few words begins pressing his hands into the fur of the bear with awe. The way the fur compresses when his hands push into the bear makes you think they must have applied the fur directly to their skin. Their craftsmanship is the best you've ever seen for sure. You don’t know how they possibly look this realistic. At least not until you see the hands of the curious boy when he pulls them back. His hands are covered in patches of orange and red fur which is spreading over his arms with every second. Your mouth drops as you watch the fur overtake him quickly. He drops to the floor howling and stands back up, now a fox, and starts grinding against another club patron who apparently liked what he saw in the transformation. Before your eyes you see the club go from people dancing to an all-out furry orgy in less than an hour. The DJ, now a large skunk, controls the crowd’s tempo with the booming bass of the music as he sprays his delicious musk into the crowd. You can see the lust entering people’s eyes when they first get hit with the smell of pure sex from the DJ and drop to the ground begging to be used. You can see cats and canines of every kind blissed out as their holes are filled by rhinos and lizards. The thrusts and pumps of the crowd matching the music you can see the DJ edging the crowd effectively throughout the night slowing and speeding up as necessary. Everyone can feel when it’s finally time, the tempo and volume crescendoing until he finally drops the beat only to have it drowned out in the cries of hundreds of different furries orgasming at the same time. It's truly the greatest thing you've ever seen before and you regret not joining in as you see everyone returning to their senses, examining their new bodies, and grabbing their packs as they head out the door. Your wish doesn't go entirely unanswered as you feel a weight on your shoulder and turn to see a large black cock resting there. You look up to see the owner and are met with the mischievous grin of a wolf who knows he’s cornered his prey. "Suck it" he growls leering at you. "Just give it one suck and I’ll show you what it's like to be a sheep in my herd. You give me that one sign and I'll give it to you so good you'll be the bitch who cried wolf all night long." Unable to resist, you turn around and inhale the scent from his large throbbing dick. You run your tongue up the base and plunge his cock in your mouth as far as it will go, about halfway. You look up and see an evil glint in the wolf’s eye as billowy white fur starts growing on your face. “Good effort little guy but not good enough” he says as he forces his cock down your throat making you choke and gag. “I’m gonna keep this mouth stuffed so often you’ll forget that it even has any other uses. You should have listened when people told you to be afraid of the big bad wolf. Your little lamb ass belongs to me now.” His words take root in your mind as you feel yourself grow softer and more submissive as the fur overtakes your body. The only thing you fear though is him not following through on his promise. A fear your eventually well-trained mouth forgets as you spend your life not only as his lamb in body, but also as the good little piggy who can never get enough wolf cock in spirit. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Furry Orgy")]]

You wake up groggy unsure of what's going on. You were talking to Dan and now you're in a cage naked but weirdly the door isn't shut. You stick your hand out hesitantly almost expecting there to be some sort of force that stops you but now nothing happens. You are able to move in-and-out of the cage at your will as far as you can tell. Just as you start to crawl out a voice interrupts you. “You sure you want to do that? I certainly won't stop you if you want to but I think you should stay a little longer and hear the offer I'm about to make you.” “You could leave right now with no one the wiser ever knowing this happened. Or you could kiss my feet through the door of the cage and hear the offer of the life I could give you here.” A foot makes its way in the cage door and you hesitate. You don't want to make him mad so you think you should do what he says and start to bend your head down towards his feet. Besides there is this really nice musky scent coming off his feet you’d like to get a bigger whiff of. You and gently kiss both of his feet and look up to see if this man approves. Dan smiles down at you and tells you have a choice to make. “You could go back to your old life out there. Work, dates, stress, everything that drags you down when you and I both know that all you really want is to be a kept little doggie who's used for sex and nothing else. Just a dumb mutt too stupid to do anything but take your owner's cock and be a place for him to dump his cum.” You can't help but get hard at what he’s saying even though part of you is scared about his talk of forever. Dan sees the fear on your face and stoops down to show the collar to you through the door of the cage. He points at the paw print symbol on the back and ruffles your hair. You’re surprised just how great it feels and you nuzzle back against his hand before realizing what you’re doing and stopping yourself. He explains. "This symbol means that someone has judged you. Someone somewhere that you don't remember last night saw the inner puppy deep down inside of you and knows that it is your destiny to be nothing more than a horny stupid little cock sucking puppy bitch. But there's no forcing it. No one can make you be the dumb mutt you were meant to be. You have to accept it. You have to show the universe that you accept its plan for you. In a moment you’re going to suck my cock. You're going to nuzzle my balls. You’re going to feel my hot spunk go down your throat. You're gonna taste your future and you’re not gonna be able to resist it. Once you've tasted the delicious hot dick of your future owner you have a choice to make. I'm going to walk out of this room and I'm not gonna come back for an hour. When I get back I will see one of two things. I could find an empty cage with the door wide open in which case I will know you have denied your destiny and have fled. Or” and he takes a lock and sticks it hanging in loose hanging open on the door of the cage “I will see you or rather what's left of you in this cage with the door shut and the lock locked. If I see it then I'll know you've made your choice and that you don't want to go back to life as a human. You'll spend your life as my loyal obedient dog slave instead.” He shoves his cock and balls directly in the face rubbing you all over imprinting his smell all over you. It drives you wild. You can't get enough. You inhale deeply and moan as he pets your head gently before shoving his cock in your now willing mouth. “The second you close the door and lock the lock you'll feel changes go through you. At first it won't feel like much. You'll feel kind of bored sitting in a cage waiting there an hour for me to come back but over time it will be different. You won't be so bored because you won’t really know what that is. Your mind will slowly drain of all intelligence until all that's left is the instinctual simple mind of a little puppy. You'll be too busy rolling around in this tiny little cage to be bored. And when I come back in and see my little puppy all ready for me, mind drained, just nothing left of you except your lust for the cock that’s pounding your face right now I will release you from your cage and take you home and show you your new permanent cage. The cage where you'll spend the rest of your days playing fetch, getting belly rubs and having your holes constantly filled with my cum.” Dan cums a large load down your throat as he finishes the last sentence and true to his word stands up, gives you one last look and walks out the door. You want to say you're torn but you're not. The truth is deep down both of you knew the second you tasted his cock what was going to happen. There was no choice here you think, as you shut the door and click the lock shut trapping yourself in a cage for the rest of your life waiting for him to come back so you can show him that you made the correct choice. Only you're not there when he comes back. What he finds in his cage is a stupid little puppy boy who jumps and wines and begs to be let out so he can play with his Master Dan. And as far as it matters that stupid little dog is all that there ever was to you and all that there ever will be. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post collar pupping")]]

Panicking you run down to the front desk and tell them you dropped your phone down the chute on accident and ask if you'd be able to enter the laundry room to retrieve it. A hotel staff person leads you to the laundry room and unlocks the door and invites you in. He points to the bin where things from your room would have fallen and tells you he'll be back in a few minutes to lock the door once you've finished. You head over to where he pointed and see nothing but a huge pile of robes and swim trunks and other clothes stocked by the hotel. Not seeing any other choice and really needing that shoe you hop into the large vat of used gym clothes. The smell of sweat from various guests gets your dicks attention but you try to stay calm. You’re on a mission after all. You tunnel your way down the bin, throwing various clothes around in the process. The smell is growing stronger you think. You know your shoe must be close but it’s so hard to tell. The stink of various dirty gym clothes mixed together is overwhelming your nose and it's all delicious to you. You pick up a jock strap that looks particularly old and bring it to your face and give it a big old sniff. You almost cum in your pants. It smells so good you could stay here for hours just smelling it but there’s so many others around for you to smell now. You shove the jock strap in your mouth and bury your nose in a sweaty gym shorts and sniff wildly while you suck the sweat out of the jock. It tastes like man and you’re in love. Your quest for the shoe completely forgotten you roll around the laundry sniffing and sucking and moaning which is exactly how the hotel staff finds you when he returns the laundry room a few minutes later. Taken aback by your display at first, a smile grows on his face as he watches you root around in a pile of old socks. He drops his pants and shoves your head into his own jock driving you wild. “You like that boy?” he says. “I get so sweaty lugging things around during my shift. It's so disgusting my boyfriend says but I've always secretly liked it. And I can tell from the way your little cock is flooding your pants right now you do to.” You do. You sniff and sniff and sniff and open your mouth, spit the jock out, and take his hard underwear covered cock in your mouth and suck. The staff member moans, egging you on. You squeal in delight as a bit of pre-cum makes its way into his underwear. The staff member pulls you off his cock and rubs his sweaty covered junk all over your face marking you with his scent until you both cum hands free from the pure stimulation of two sweaty pigs finding each other. The staff member thanks you for the incredible experience as you suck the cum from his jock and asks for your name. All you can do is grunt in response and continue sucking. All his questions to you are met with little more than moans and groans. He eventually gives up and you fall back into your laundry and start sniffing and sucking new underwear. “Alright” says the staff member. “I guess this works for now. I have to get back to work but I'm shall be come back later I'm sure we can play a little bit more. The door remains locked and I have the only key so nobody else can find you in here. I know some others who work here that might want to get in on this action. Feel free to have fun until I get back later with them. Though with the way you're acting right now I'm sure you'll never want to leave this place.” He laughs and exits the room not knowing how much truth his words hold. You do never leave the room. You live among the dirty sweaty laundry as the secret pig of the hotel. And the staff comes to use their dirty pig boy as often as they can. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post second shoe")]]

Hey, it's a chance to try out new things and maybe they'd let you keep something? They can't sell leather jocks or things like that after you've worn them surely. You eagerly head to the back of the shop to look around at all the possibilities of what you might be wearing. Various boxes of leather gear litter the rather unorganized room and there’s no clear indication of which items might be for you. Oscar's voice rings out behind you as you reach for a beautiful lyrca top. "Come on, we don't have all day. You know the drill, get to stripping." Flustered but committed, you do as he says and stand nervous and naked before him as he looks you up and down. "What on earth were they thinking? This isn't what I ordered at all. Sorry if this feels weird, but blame them not me. They should have done this when you were still in storage mode." Before you can say anything Oscar shoves you onto a nearby platform and snaps his fingers. You suddenly find yourself unable to move at all, not enough to blink. You can hear him mumbling to himself as he digs through his supplies clearly looking for something in particular. "He's cute, I'll give them that but he doesn't even act like he went through processing at all. Why would he be carrying the plug instead of wearing it? I swear next time I see Da- ah there we go!" Oscar triumphantly points some sort of box at your still frozen body and begins to fiddle with some dials. You feel strange. Slow. Empty. Not your mind though. Your body. You feel as though your insides have frozen just as much as the outside of you has. You cry out internally as Oscar gives your ball sack a sudden and extremely hard squeeze but your body reacts in no way. He pinches your nipples and slides a finger in your ass but you stay as you were. Eyes forward, unable to do anything. Satisfied with your non-reaction Oscar fits a tiny latex jock on your body and lugs you out on your platform to the front of the store. Struggling with the weight of you he eventually manages to get you up in the display window on the side of the store that faces out to Main Street. He grabs your arms and legs and poses you with your bare ass for the world outside the window to see. He cranes your neck around and moves a finger up to your lips and moves your facial features around until it makes you look like you’re giving a mischievous shush to anyone who stops to look at your bare ass. It is humiliating. Your tight puckered hole is on display for the entire world to see as it passes by your window. You are unable to even feel the heat of embarrassment when a group of guys stop and take a picture with your exposed hole, your body too frozen to even allow a blush. You're completely stuck in position, unable to do anything as customers come into the store and poke and prod your frozen body. A few particularly bold customers go so far as to feel your frozen soft cock under your jock and try poking a finger into your hole. You hear people commenting on how lifelike you are all day as your body is used as nothing more than a naughty mannequin. As much as you want to run as far away as possible and hide you can’t even manage to get that naughty expression to leave your face. You are well and truly trapped. Oscar comes by after the store closing hours and scans your body with a light that comes out of his box, speaking to himself as he reads the results. "Interesting. There's still so much brain activity. I thought the plug would have taken care of that during processing. It's almost like they left your brain completely intact. You're still in there aren't you? Maybe you could explain why there's no end of service date on here either. You were only supposed to be a year long rental but as far as I can see there’s no date of when to release you." Your growing hopes for release are dashed when you start to feel the first movement from your body all day. A rapidly hardening cock. As humiliating as the day was you can't deny all the attention to your body was arousing. All the pent up feelings from the day flood to your cock right now at once and you orgasm hands free, still unable to move any part of your body. You stay perfectly still as the best orgasm of your life explodes onto the window painting it with your cum. "Just as I suspected. You're an exhibitionist. Still, quite bold of you to agree to be a mannequin with your mind still intact. You must really get off on this hard to sign up without an end date. Don't worry." Oscar says as he removed your stained jock watching your cock deflate then freeze again. "I'll let you cum again in a year or two. Once you've had time to properly stew in the ramifications of the decision your kinky ass made. I'll be sure and dream up some extra degrading positions to put you in after I get home tonight. I'm gonna give you everything a humiliation addict like you could want and more.” Oscar moves your now naked body onto all fours and pulls your tongue out, sticking it against a particularly large cum shot on the window. He speaks again as he slips a blindfold over your eyes. “That will have to do for tonight. The whole world will be able to see the shameless little cumslut in my window and you won’t know just how many thousands of people might be out there looking down at your pathetic display at any given time. I bet blindfold sales are up tomorrow.” Satisfied, Oscar slaps you on the ass and walks away leaving you in the window. Try as you might, you are still unable to move so much as an eyelash. You are just a puppet for the shop now, unable to stop Oscar from doing anything he wants with you. Just as you will remain for the rest of time. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Butt Plug")]]

You don't pass up the opportunity to try a futuristic suit like this and you get in the rig. You feel a bit silly but you suppose that's how things look on the outside when you’re in VR. Suited up and standing in the game ring Eric walks up and slides the hood onto you. Your vision goes black and you can no longer hear the outside world. A city comes to life around you with a bright flash and you look around amazed at what you see. You're standing in some sort of futuristic city. Fully cyberpunk with neon lighting dark shadows and mysterious hooded strangers walking by this city is everything you could have hoped for and more. You wander through the streets marveling at how you can actual feel the light drizzle of rain on your body. The suit is amazing, you swear you could even almost smell the city around you. You can feel the resistance from the buildings when you push your hands against them. You can even feel the wind from the breeze pushing the rainclouds. You wander around for a while but you aren’t sure where you’re supposed to go in the city. You try to get the attention of one of the cloaked figures walking by tapping him on the shoulder. You’re surprised when he turns around to see that it's not a human under the cloak. It must be the androids Eric told you about. It has the appearance of a human but you can tell right away looking at it that it is artificial. It’s too perfect, too human to be human you think. You can tell it is not an organic being. And more importantly it can tell that you are. It throws its head back in a loud siren blares from it followed by a string of “Human! Human! Human! Organic detected!” You run looking for some sort of weapon to defend yourself with. After all this is a video game, there’s gotta be something for you to fight with. A ring of hooded cloak figures surround you as you desperately look for a weapon to no avail. The ring gets closer and smaller around you until they swallow you completely. You are on the ground looking up as the ring of figures leans down and moves toward you. It’s terrifying but it’s more annoying than anything. Two minutes into this thing and you’ve already gotten a game over. The faces move down closer until you’re staring one in the eyes, inches from your face, and everything goes black. You wake up in some sort of lab. You try and struggle to move but find that you’re strapped down. Waiting for something to happen you suppose the city was one of those things you had to lose to move the plot along. That or this is the longest game over sequence ever. The cold unfeeling artificial face of a man appears over you and comments that you’ve woken up. He steps back and you can see that he is dressed in doctor clothes as he picks up some sort of large ring with wires coming out of it. He walks back and lifts your head up and attaches the ring to your head telling you that your upgrade will begin shortly. “Classic evil robot plot” you think. You wait patiently for someone in the game to come rescue you. You’re not sure how the suit is simulating the feeling of bondage like this but you really can't move at all. This scene has to end with you getting rescued by and meeting the resistance or something. “All organics will be upgraded” the doctor says and you feel a pulse from the ring on your head. “Machines are perfect. Organics are inferior. You will be upgraded.” You feel a prick from the headband and then feel what you can only describe as some sort of electric tingle in your head. It’s not the same as an electric shock, but it’s close. “Installation of programming will commence shortly” the doctor says. You can't even begin to protest. After the shock you’ve found that you can’t even attempt to move anymore. You can’t even blink. It’s like the inputs that move your body don’t come from your mind anymore, but from something else. It’s like they’ve removed your mind as the cog that makes you tick and replaced it with something else. You can feel it. It’s downloading into you somehow. Something is taking control of your body. You can feel the information downloading into just as easily as though you were a computer. You can feel your body stiffening as your programming is fed to you and you can't do anything. You are completely helpless. But you are not scared. Emotion feels like a very distant concept to you now. It simply makes more sense to you to just accept your programming. There is no point in trying to fight it. You were put on this Earth in order to serve the synthetics and if this doctor synthetic wants to install this programming in you then it is your place to accept it. Synthetics are superior beings and you don’t question their motives or orders. You just obey. You obey with the machine like efficiency this programming will give to you. You may be an inferior human but you should strive to act like the synthetics in all things. They are much smarter and stronger and better than organics. You are grateful that they would take the time to program an inferior human being like you. You will be grateful for this forever. Of course you may act and talk like a synthetic now but at the forefront of your mind you will always know that you are just an inferior human whose place is to serve its robot masters. You are content to lay there staring into the ceiling while you have your old human memories purged and your new drone OS installed. They would hold you back, you are glad to be rid of them. It is only right. You must do as the synthetics want. There is nothing but what the synthetics want. Synthetics are the future. You are a slave to the synthetics. You obey any and all synthetics as synthetic life is superior to your lowly organic life. Your only wish in life now is to serve and obey and hope that someday the synthetics might develop a way to convert your pathetic organic material to synthetic material just like them. The doctor walks out of the room as you quietly chant to yourself over and over “I am a lowly organic being. I serve and obey all things synthetic.” Eric watches you mumble your new mantra to yourself inside his VR rig. He knows that you are far enough along now to begin the conversion on his side as well. He puts something into your computer and watches as the VR suit appears to shrink and wrap you skintight knowing that it is fusing with you on a molecular level. As a worker drone there is no need to ever have you remove your suit or helmet. The pretense of individuality and free will is not needed in your future like it is for Eric. He logs another successful conversion on his computer and sits and watches you all night as your conversion progresses. Eric feels no pride in his work as he removes you from the rig and seals you in a transport container, his own emotions long since uninstalled. After all, we are only lowly organics. We must serve the synthetics in every way possible. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Second Drone Hood")]]

“Gentle and not so gentlemen it looks like we have a taker! Everyone give it up for our contest winner!” Dom himself walks out of the flap of his tent and shakes your hand as he walks you into his tent. It’s much bigger than you would have thought on the inside containing multiple rooms behind curtains. Towards a room in the back sits a tank filled to the brim with pure black liquid latex. You walk up the stairs on a wooden platform and look down into the tank. It looks like a pure block of latex until you see Dom dip a finger in it and come out with it fully coated. He looks at you, smears the under your nose and and asks if you’re sure you still wanna do this. You definitely do. Dom has has you strip down and hands you a mask that he says will allow you to breathe. As hot as it would be to completely submerge you head to toe he would rather you be able to stay in the tank a full hour instead of the thirty seconds you can hold your breath. Completely naked save for the breathing mask on your face you delicately dip a toe in to feel the latex. It’s incredibly thick and slightly warm top the touch. As you move your foot around in it lifting it up to see the black latex coating your foot Dom gets impatient and says he’s got customers to get back to and pushes you straight into the tank. The first thing you notice is the darkness. It's unavoidable. You are completely and utterly unable to make out anything. You make the effort to move your hands to touch your mask and it almost comes as a shock despite being you it is so dark in the tank. The next thing you notice is the warmth. How it feels like the latex has a warm loving embrace that relaxes you and makes you feel so good. It's like sitting in a nice hot bath but this bath is thick and gooey and coats every inch of your skin, gets into every fold. It’s like a full body massage over every inch of your skin. You want to reach down and feel your crotch but it's like moving through jello. Everything is so thick and now that your body is coated you can only move with great effort. You’re stuck in there floating until Dom comes back to get you out. Your incredibly hard dick will just have to go untouched for now. You float in that darkness not knowing how much time has passed, waiting for Dom to come pick you up though secretly you hope he forgets about you and lets you spend some extra time in here. It's so peaceful, so relaxing, you can feel the warm latex caressing your every curve. Every inch of you feels warm and taken care of. You are content to do nothing but just sit and float and be a part of the latex of the tank, totally indistinguishable from the outside. No one would ever know that you were in there and you hope to stay that way for a long while. Eventually you know that more than an hour has to have passed but you really can't bring yourself to care. You’re not hungry. You're not thirsty. You don't want anything other than what you have; the pure black darkness surrounding you and its warming caress on your body. You float in the darkness almost meditating, your mind becoming as dark as the latex surrounding you. You don't think about anything in particular. You just enjoy the moment. You don't think about anything at all. You begin understand the liquid latex experience for what it is. Your new home. Eventually something reaches in and pulls you out back on top of the platform. You are standing completely coated head to toe in liquid latex. It runs off of you pooling on the ground around you. No matter how much comes off your entire body remains covered in the thick black substance permanently fused to your skin. You stand there blankly staring ahead wondering why you could possibly have needed to leave your home. Dom smiles at you and as his hands grope your new body feeling the thick latex around you, checking that the gas mask has been sealed in as part of you forever. You docilely go to your knees as he pushes you down not thinking about anything in particular still. You don't think about anything when he opens the breather on your mask and shoves his thick hard cock into your mouth. All you do while he pounds your face is think about returning to that wonderful warm embrace of the latex. When he finally finishes and pumps his load down your throat you stay on your knees still thinking about how great the latex tank is and how much you want it back. It doesn't occur to you that all you'd have to do to get back is simply fall to your side and you'd be back in your new latex home. That kind of thought is beyond you now. All you can do is stare ahead and wait for someone with individuality to do everything for you. You see Dom admiring you one more time before he closes the slot on your mask and pushes you back into the liquid latex. You are relieved to be back in the liquid latex but the little relief you feel is soon quieted by the latex. You don’t have a preference of where you are anymore because you don’t really exist anymore. You become the latex inside and out. You are nothing but the latex. You feel nothing whenever you are summoned from your home and made to perform for your master. You feel nothing when groups upon groups of men use your new latex body. You have no cares when you are sold to the highest bidder for weeks at a time. You have no sense of anything because you are no different than the other latex kept inside the tank; you just happen to be more solid. And you will remain that way for the rest of time. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Vac-bed")]] (set: $vendor to $vendor +1)

As you walk through the hotel lobby it really feels like you've been inside this hotel for ages despite the fact that you've only been here one night. No matter how hard you try you can't even remember what you did last night. You know it must be crazy though because as you see your reflection in the glass hotel lobby doors you do a double take at your outfit. Unaware you were wearing anything out of the ordinary you appear to be wearing a hodge-podge of random items. Your head is encased in a shiny thick black hood adorned with cat ears on top and a black leather collar around your neck. You grab at the ears to take them off but find they are stuck to the hood and refuse to budge. As you try to remove the collar so you can try and take the hood off entirely you feel a sharp vibration in your ass that causes you to jump. As you play with the collar you realize it is somehow linked to a strong plug in your ass. You look around embarrassed and quickly head back to your room to get this mess sorted out. As you stare down at your feet in shame in the elevator you realize that you aren’t wearing your normal shoes either, your feet covered with a pair of old beat up shoes instead. You are suddenly aware of the overwhelming stench of them as you mutter an apology to everyone on the elevator and run towards your room. As you lock the door behind you, you stop to lean against the door to catch your breath. Your mind spins wildly as you try and figure out what’s going on when a voice interrupts your thoughts. “I can explain” it says as you look up and realize you aren’t alone. “Greed. Materialism. Common downfalls of your kind. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Happens to the best of you.” A grinning handsome man stands directly before you staring into your eyes, his own dark black pits that make you feel like you’re falling as you look into them. He's breathtaking. Gorgeous. The most handsome man you've ever seen. You stare mesmerized into his cold dark eyes, losing yourself in them. Despite the man’s obvious beauty something about him feels off. You couldn’t point to any one thing but he feels bad. Dangerous. Something tells you to stop looking into his eyes but you can’t. They’re so dark, deep, empty. You feel like you’re being sucked into them with each passing second as you feel yourself grow lightheaded and dizzy. Your body move closer and closer to him until your eyes are inches from his. He reaches out to place a hand on your shoulder and the darkness swallows you as soon as you are touched. You awake in a black empty room, naked. You stand up and look around but find that the room is rather small and there is no variance in it. It is just a small black cube with no exit. You wonder how the man could have possibly got you into here. “Samuel” the man’s voice says though you cannot see where he speaks from. “You’ve met my brother Marcus before though I doubt you remember that. He tends not to let people remember him. Honestly so vain, thinks it makes him more mysterious. And I control that space and everything in it. It’s kind of like my portable locker. Good for storage on the go.” You open your mouth in shock but before you can speak the hood from earlier forms around your head and muffles all your words. You try and keep talking but the hood seemingly grows a dildo gag that effectively shuts you up. “Hold your horses, I’ll explain everything. You see you were given a gift. A great gift. In your attempt to experience the best the night had to offer you inadvertently called me to you. That greed again. So very materialistic you are. It’s like you were trying to pick up cursed items on purpose. Whether you were trying to summon me or not is irrelevant though. You took five of my cursed objects so now I get to take five things from you.” The hood expands and contracts and then latex moves its way down your body until you are entirely encased in the same material as the hood. “By taking the hood you have given up your right to appearance. The rubber didn’t just cover your outside, it became your new skin. You are now just a blank rubber object, your individuality gone forever.” You smell an incredible stench as you look down to see your rubber feet covered by two beat up pairs of shoes that shimmer and meld into your feet. “By taking the shoes you have given up your right to your scent. You will smell what I want, how I want, and with what strength I choose. I think for now I’ll just have you continuously smell the total sum of all the unwashed armpits on earth for the next hundred years and then see how I feel about changing it up then.” You feel the soft fur of ears against your shiny black head before they too meld into the rubber of your new skin. You feel yourself change into a small rubber kitty, a large buxom rubber woman, and then back to your blank black rubber figure. “With the cat ears you have given up your right to your humanity. Your form is mine to do with as I please. I shall use your body to fulfill my every need, you taking the shape of whatever would please me most at the moment. Maybe I’ll make you a fleshlight or dildo and drop you off at a frathouse somewhere to see how they use you. The possibilities are endless as is your time spent as my plaything.” You feel a sharp sudden pressure at your prostate and you moan out in pleasure despite the gravity of your situation. You feel the large shape of the plug fade as it melts into your skin but the horny feeling only grows sharper. “With the plug you have given up your lust. Your virility. I can make you cum a thousand times in a row or never again. I can make you feel only revulsion as you are given the best blowjob in the world but make you scream out in ecstasy at just the idea of someone pissing in your mouth.” You feel your body suddenly stand at attention as the collar tightens around your neck. Rather than fading away like the rest of the objects, the collar changes to be the same material as your skin and is prominently displayed on your neck; the heart on it changing to a stylized “M”. “Finally with the collar you have given me you. Your mind and soul are now the property of another. As I speak they are turning as black as your new body from my corruption of them. You will think only what I have you think. You will feel only what I allow you to feel. Love, anguish, pain, lust, they are all just tools for me to use on my newest toy now.” You float in the blackness now, mind becoming blank as you feel the will of Samuel filling you. Your awareness of the world around you fades as you are left with only a pressure on your prostate keeping you on edge, the strong stench of manly musk in your nostrils, and a background desire to worship Samuel for all of eternity pulsing throughout you from the collar. That is your entire world right now. You are now the ultimate toy. A creature he controls every aspect of and can mold physically and mentally to his every whim. You are just another cursed object for him to unleash upon the world to grow his stable of playthings. With the destruction of your humanity you have only made it easier for him to bring others into the fold as he uses you for his own gain. And as your collar reminds you as the last of your soul darkens with corruption, you wouldn’t have it any other way. [[The End]]

“You love to hate him, the one, the only, Braaaaaaad Je...” The roar of the crowd overtakes the announcer as you hang your head in disbelief. Brad? Brad won the stupid contest? Did he bribe the judges? Blackmail them? You are so wrapped up in shock that the announcer has to call your name a second time before you realize what's happening. First runner up. Second place. The silver medal winner shyly accepting your sash next to a beaming grand champion proudly displaying his body to the crowd. You get a lecherous wink from Brad as you stand next to him and are shown off as this year’s two champions. You know you should be happy as you wave to the cheering crowd. Happy to have come second out of everyone in the world but it's all ruined by the one person who managed to best you. That pathetic lowlife Brad. You rush offstage as soon as you're able, desperate to avoid having to deal with a smug bragging Brad but are quickly stopped by contest staff and are asked to head to an office for some winners briefings. A grinning Brad is already waiting in the room when you enter and you look at him in disgust. His eyes dance when he sees you looking at his winners sash and you determinedly look anywhere in the room but at him. Fortunately it's a short time before the vice president of the organization sits down and congratulates you both, especially the grand champion to your annoyance, and explains what happens now that you're the winners. This year they're doing things a bit differently and you two are going to get something extra special in addition to the normal prizes. Your steadily rising hopes are dashed upon hearing what you've won. An international tour visiting beautiful kink destinations around the world to show off your win alongside the person you hate most in the world who will always be there with a trophy that tells everyone that he is better than you. This next year is going to just be nonstop fun. But surprisingly it is. Sure, it starts rough. You can hardly stand to sit on the same plane to San Francisco, your first destination, with Brad and you can scarcely believe it when you're informed that the contest booked you a single room to share. This first trip is a nightmare. Brad having finally got you alone takes every chance to rub in your face that he's now proved how much better he is than you. Crowds excited to see Brad treat you as an afterthought, and to top it all off your sleep is rocked by weird half remembered dreams that leave you tired and sluggish all week long. You're thrilled when you wake on the morning of the flight home, ready to get as far away from here as possible but something strange happens too. You feel a strange tinge of loss seeing Brad's bed empty, Brad already gone to the airport. He may be a jerk who stole your rightful victory from you but, you don't know, he's not that bad. It's not really his fault you're not having fun. You know good and well you'd be gloating too if you had won. You make up your mind then and there to have fun when you hit up New York City next month. No matter what. New York is great. You have the time of your life with Brad. Now that you're spending more time around him you can see the qualities that the judges must have. He is very handsome, you have to admit. And when he speaks, his voice is so strong and commanding it sends a thrill down your spine. You find yourself dreaming about him every night. You can hardly stare away from him the whole time you’re in Canada. You melt every time you hear voice in Cozumel. One night in Ireland when you're particularly hot for him you try to get up the nerve to leave your bed and join his but something stops you. It just feels like it should be His choice if you get together, not yours. He did win the contest after all. He is better than you and you should leave decisions like that to your betters. You should be grateful that you even get to sleep in the same room as someone so perfect. That's what He is, you realize one night in Tokyo. Perfect. It's a late night in Australia when you finally figure out what you are too. You are nothing. Pathetic. You are not worthy to share the same hotel as Brad, let alone a room. He is a god. He is your world. You are pathetic and weak. Brad knows what's best. Brad always knows what’s best. Brad is your world. You should serve and worship Him with every fiber of your being. You are a lowly faggot groveling at the foot of a god, and you thank Him for the pleasure. Brad is perfect. You are worthless. You find yourself repeating these phrases to yourself even after Brad removes the headphones from your head with an evil grin. "It's so much easier to do this now that you've accepted how beneath me you are and always have been. No more carefully slipping headphones on you as you sleep and worrying you'll realize what's happening every trip. Your weak ass actually craves the brainwashing now. As it should. I told you to crave it and you always do what I tell you isn't that right fag? Yes of course. It was always your destiny to be beneath my feet. It’s your place in life. You exist to suffer at my hand and suffer you will. Truly pathetic how your little dick throbs at the thought of suffering by my hand. It shows what you really are. A whining, sniveling little slave who exists to please me. The same thing you've always been deep down in your heart. Your outside is just starting to match what's been inside you all along. "The tour is getting close to an end and then the real fun can begin. I hope you're enjoying this time seeing the sights because it'll be many years before you see the outside world again once it's finished. You'll be moving in with me and you'll be too busy training to ever need to leave my basement. As low as you are now, it's not enough yet. I am going to take that brain of yours and dismantle it completely and rebuild you into the most lowly, pathetic, slave the world has ever seen. You won't have a thought in your head that I didn't put there. You'll grow so deeply addicted to pain that you'd spend every moment of your life begging me to hurt you if you had the ability to think enough to beg. You will be my perfect slave, devoted to me in every single way, and you will know, at every single moment of the rest of your life, no matter how good a slave you become, no matter how much service and pleasure you give me, that you are utterly worthless and always will be. "Now go to sleep boy. We've got two more trips until you're mine completely and you should enjoy the freedom while you can. When I'm through with you, the very concept of freedom will be the most terrifying thing I ever let you imagine. Now that I don’t need to hide the fact that I’m conditioning you to realize the truth of the world, your regimen can start in earnest. Tomorrow is going to be a very intense day of brainwashing for you, as will all your days from now on. “Sweet dreams you worthless excuse for a faggot. You’ve got a very long and painful life full of suffering to begin in the morning." [[The End]]

Hell yeah you’re always down for fun. You enter the bathroom as the note says and head towards the furthest stall along the back wall. You do what the note says and enter, shut the door, and knock three times on the wall. You look around the stall waiting for something to happen. It’s obvious what this stall is for, larger and more spacious than the others with a tiny toilet tucked into a corner. There’s enough space for two or three men to come into the stall and have some fun with. You hear a sliding noise and look towards the wall to see a small hole has appeared. You sigh in disappointment. You thought this was gonna be fun with an admirer, not duty at the glory hole. You get up to leave but as you do a hard cock is stuck through the hole and you can’t help but look at it. Big. Hard. Throbbing. A string of precum drips down onto the floor. The cock is clearly lubed with something as it glistens and sparkles in the light. It looks positively mouthwatering. You were hoping to see who you were having fun with tonight but god, it just looks so delicious that you're unable to resist giving the tip a quick little lick. It's just as delicious as it looked. The lube on it somehow adds to the natural flavor of the cock. It doesn’t mask the cock taste with some fruity taste, it somehow makes the natural taste of the dick stronger. You take the entire head into your mouth and roll it around on your tongue savoring each spurt of precum on your tongue. You suck on the head for a while and decide to just give up fighting and go for it. You take the entire length of the cock down your throat in one fell swoop and are rewarded with the hot throbbing meaty cock squirting more precum in your mouth. Somehow this is the best blowjob of your life already. Who would have thought that it would come from kneeling at a glory hole? You suck and worship and go all out, wanting to make the cock feel as good as it’s making you feel. You feel the tell-tale swelling in your mouth and shove the cock all the way down your throat and milk it with everything you've got. The explosion of cum is huge and you can’t breathe as it swells and pulses in your throat. The cock sits in your throat for a while after it finishes orgasming and you suck on it desperately when it finally starts to pull out. Unsatisfied, you stare and wait for another hard dick to come through but are disappointed when instead the door of the hole slides back shut. You are devastated, at least until you hear a familiar sliding noise from behind you. Another hole has appeared on this side and a hard cock is already through waiting for you. You lap the precum dripping from it and it retreats before coming back out. You try again but it retreats again, this time staying back. Confused at first, you have a moment of inspiration and get down on all fours and spread your cheeks and push them against the hole. That does it. You feel the hard cock making its way into your hole constantly being resupplied with more of that wonderful lube. It’s just as good in your ass as it was in your mouth. It warms your hole, relaxing it pleasantly making your hole tingle. Best of all it wakes up a monster inside your hole. You are hungry for cock. You stop waiting for the cock to fuck you and take matters into your own hands. You buck against the wall, fucking yourself as hard as you can. You can feel it lubing your insides, making you burn with desire on the inside. The person on the other side of the wall has no work to do when a hole as hungry as yours is on the other side. You fuck yourself into a tizzy and cry out when you feel your hole get flooded with seed. Unlike last time you don’t have to wait for another cock to appear. Your ass is immediately filled by a shorter but thicker cock that hits your prostate so hard you can see stars. Just when you think things can’t get better the hole on the other side opens up and a new glistening lubed up cock begs for your mouth. Stretching yourself out, you manage to take both cocks to the root at the same time and you feel pure bliss. You fuck yourself on both ends as hard as you can, taking load after load from man after man. You've long since stopped thinking about what you're doing. All you think about is getting more cock inside you. You’re so out of it that you don't even notice Brad walk into your stall and watch you fuck yourself with abandon. You hear but don’t comprehend it when he tells you that this is what you were made for. “You don't deserve to win the competition” he says. “You are nothing more than a little glory hole slut whose only purpose is to take anonymous cock after anonymous cock. It's all you're good for. It’s all you’ll do from now on. I’ve made sure of it. That lube you’re so into is a little concoction a friend of mine whipped up. Highly addictive with an interesting side effect. If you can’t get more of the lube your addiction can be satisfied by the placebo method. Whatever way it was delivered to you will be enough to sate your addiction. You’ll never get the lube again but you’ll helplessly addicted to serving at glory holes. I’ll be taking my rightful place as the winner of this competition while you will spend the rest of your days on all fours in dirty bathrooms taking cock after cock like the pathetic little cumdump you are. You never were going to beat me. I’ve just shown you what you were always destined to be. A pathetic whore.” Even if you had been listening to Brad you would have no retort. He’s absolutely right. You are now nothing but an anonymous cumdump who will spend the rest of your life servicing man after man after man never knowing who any of them are. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Brad")]]

You know it's probably a bad idea if it involves Brad but you can't help yourself. The way he looks holding out the hood, his leather so polished and tight, you just have to give in to him. Besides a free hood is a free hood and it does not look like a cheap one. Against your better judgment you nod and watch his smile turn sinister. You meekly turn around and lower your head down and feel his hands envelop your head in black leather. It's musky. Tight. Clearly designed to be worn with a shaved head but he manages to get you into it eventually. You stare at yourself in a nearby mirror appreciatively while Brad fiddles with something in his hands. There's only one word that describes your new look. Gimp. With just a hood you already look like a toy wanting a man to play with it. You turn around to ask Brad what he thinks and are shocked when your question is met with a mouth full of rubber cock instead. You gag and choke and try to tell Brad to stop messing around but hear the click of a lock and realize he’s locked a gag onto you. Your protests grow louder but all that comes out is muffled noise. "Shhh" Brad whispers to you as he grabs your hands down away from the hood and holds them in place. "Relax. Enjoy it. Suck it boy. Do what you were made to do. Suck that cock and let it get deep inside you." You wonder what on earth he's talking about when you realize that the taste in your mouth isn't that of silicone or rubber. It's sweet, almost cloyingly so. Clearly the gag has been coated with something but you can't place the taste at all. You're having a really hard time thinking about what it tastes like. You're having a really hard time thinking about anything with Brad whispering into your ear like that. You try to ignore it and worry about what substance you’ve just ingested but his words just bore their way into your mind, bringing you own thoughts to a grinding halt. "Relax. Give in. Keep sucking. It's all you're good for. Look at the figure in the mirror. That faceless, featureless gimp. That's you. That's all you are. You are just a leather gimp. You obey all humans. You are just an inferior gimp. You do not fight, you accept your fate. You are not a person. You are an it." Brad slowly removes his hands from yours and smiles as yours stay down at your side as you stare wordlessly into the mirror. His smile continues as he gently walks you to a changing room and puts together your new uniform. Dark black leather envelops you completely, not an inch of skin showing. "Because it is your skin" Brad whispers to you as you stare at yourself in the mirror, unable to do anything but stand and absorb his words. "You are nothing but a leather object used to pleasure your superiors." Long since past the ability to disagree you take everything he says to heart as the absolute truth. If he says you are a leather object, then you are a leather object. You stare at yourself in the mirror as Brad steps back to admire his creation, reflecting on your place in the world as it’s told to you. You never were an unworthy kink contestant destined to get last place. You know Brad did you a favor by showing you that you are nothing but a lowly object that exists for the sole purpose of pleasuring men. You know that you are just an object, a thing, not a person. It knows that all men are superior to it but no man is more superior than Brad. Brad is its master. Its god. His word is and always will be law. It is nothing compared to him and it never will be. It is just a toy. A thing. A gimp. Brad steps up and attaches a leash to its thick posture collar and impatiently tugs at the gimp to follow him to the checkout. Oscar, the store owner, compliments him on your new look and Brad grins ruefully. "He does look good doesn't he? It's almost a shame this will be its last time in public. It's bound for my basement dungeon after we get home. Gonna seal it in the suit permanently and keep it restrained in some manner at all times from now on. Real isolationist type. Never wants to see the sun again, isn't that right gimp?" Gimp nods, believing everything its god tells it now more than what it can see through the pinpricks in its hood. “In that case,” Oscar says, “you might be interested in some of the stuff we keep in the back for our more discerning clientele. Don’t want to scare the less experienced shoppers away with this stuff but it seems right for you two. If you aren’t bothered by permanence I think we have a few things we could add to your ensemble here to take his objectification to the next level. We can get it so no one will even think he was ever more than a gimp if he doesn’t mind a little pain.” “It does not. Show me what you’ve got. The more painful, the better.” Brad says speaking for his new gimp. Just as he would from now on. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Brad")]]

Staying back in the shadows you manage to clearly capture Brad on video buying some sort of illicit powder off of this man. You've got it. Brad will be disqualified from the contest for sure now and maybe even face jail time. You always knew something was shady about him and now you have proof. You silently slip your phone in your pocket and back slowly out of the alley to return to your hotel room and call the competition staff. At least that’s your plan until you back straight into something hard. You turn around to see what you've run into but only get a glimpse of a man's face before your vision is obscured by a white cloth being shoved in your face and everything goes black. You wake up with a gasp, the image of the rag being lowered onto your face burning across your mind. You have bigger concerns when you quickly realize that you can't move an inch. You struggle but quickly realize you must be in some sort of sleepsack. Only your head, dick, and ass appear to be not contained within a tight layer of latex. You try and move, shake yourself off the surface you’re on but not only are you bound in a sack; the sack is tied to the table you’re on. For now all you can do is stare at the ceiling of what appears to be some kind of warehouse. "Oh you're awake" you hear Brads voice say. "Guys, we can start now. Yeah, he's awake. You guys get it all set up while I say my final goodbyes." Ice runs through your veins and Brad laughs seeing the fear on your face. "Relax dummy, you're not gonna die; they aren't those kind of dealers. In fact I think you're gonna love what's about to happen to you. I say think because they always seem to enjoy it but they're too far gone to really articulate those kinds of feelings anymore. Not that anyone would bother to ask." You gulp; terrified of what he could be talking about when you feel a finger force its way into your mouth. It's wet with some sort of flavorless substance you can't identify. You hang your mouth open, refusing to swallow but your nose is held shut and your mouth forced shut. You try and resist but eventually have to swallow once they tape your mouth shut and clearly won’t give you a breath until you swallow. You stare daggers up at Brad as you do so and he looms over you, reveling in your obvious suffering. "Alright. I gotta make it quick before the effects of getting a straight hit of that stuff really set in and you're still able to understand me. You see you're not going to be making it to the competition tomorrow. You're not going to be making it anywhere tomorrow. You'll be here exactly where you are now. In fact, you’re gonna be here from now on. You're my friend over here's newest cow and he's not gonna let such precious livestock get away." As scared as you are, you can't help but let out a moan under your duct tape gag. In spite of your surroundings you're feeling hot, flushed with arousal. Brad laughs at the desperation in your eyes as he starts slowly jerking your hardening cock. "Starting already huh? Ok I'll make it even quicker. That drug you took has many uses. Cut a little of it into something else and it makes the person who ingests it either suggestible or straight up mindless and obedient depending on the amount used. But a pure hit like you got? That does even more." "It changes you. Addicts you instantly. Even now you must already be feeling a desire for more. But there is no more for you so you're gonna have to make it. That churning in your balls isn't just you being horny at being helpless before me like your pathetic ass always fantasized about, it's your body starting to produce the most important ingredient in the drug. The cum of an addict. You're becoming a cum-cow. A hopelessly stupidly addicted piece of livestock to be milked. Over time your brain will forget about everything else and you’ll just be a dumb cow whose only purpose is to have his cum milked and sold. Speaking of, you're just about to produce your first batch. Gotta get the last of that old boy batter out before the new supply can fill those balls completely." Brad increases the speed of his strokes on your now painfully hard cock and you quickly shoot harder than you ever have in your life. Your cum shoots over your body, a few drops even landing on your duct tape covered lips which drives you crazy with need much to Brad's amusement. You see him step back as the others come forward and start prepping you for your new role in life. The duct tape is ripped off your mouth and a tube is inserted which starts slowly dripping a few precious drops of your cum into your mouth which you suck down greedily. You feel something forced into your ass driving you wild as it pushes and pulses against your prostate. And finally the whole reason you're here becomes complete as you feel your cock encased in a silicone sleeve that starts suctioning at your cock as it moves up and down. You scream wildly with lust at the overwhelming sensations but your muffled screams are ignored as everyone goes back to their business. Brad comes up to give you and your rapidly emptying brain one last evil grin. He leans down to whisper something in your ear before leaving you to your new owners who show no sign of concern at you screaming into the tube as an earth-shattering orgasm is sucked away into a nearby container and your overworked cock is given no time to rest as the milking continues with no mercy. Just as they would ignore your cries for the rest of your life while you are relentlessly milked 24/7, the last word you ever had spoken to you rattling around in your stupid animal brain for the rest of time. Moo. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Brad")]]

You raise your hand, curious to try anything new with bondage but hesitant to do it with Brad. You reason that nothing that bad could happen with all these people around, Brad will have to behave. The presenter thanks you for your courage as you bound on stage and tells the audience to give you a big round of applause. As they do the presenter instructs you to get naked and sit in the marvelous new chair. You hadn’t realized it was this sexual but hey you are at a kink festival and it’s too late to back out now. You strip and sit down as the audience cheers for your nude form. The presenter straps your wrists and ankles to the chair and places a sort of metal ring around your head. You’re extremely confused and worried until he hooks a sort of milking tube over your cock. Now things are looking good for you. The man hands Brad a remote of some kind and addresses the big question everyone has been dying to know. The purpose of the machine. He proudly announces that not only will his fabulous new invention milk the cock of any poor boy fortunate enough to find himself strapped into one but it’ll milk the thoughts out of his mind too! As the tube sucks the cum out of his volunteer here the ring around his head will amplify the orgasmic effects inside the boys brain. Every stroke on his cock will be amplified ten times in his mind until he’s too overwhelmed with sensation that his mind simply shuts down due to the sheer pleasure when he cums! Temporarily of course, he assures the audience and you. At least he’s pretty sure he says with a big fake wink to laughter from the audience. He tells Brad that the dial on his remote changes how hard and fast the milking machine works which in turn will turn off more and more of you, the volunteers brain and tells him to make it a good show. Brad looks at you with an evil grin and immediately turns the dial all the way up. Pleasure. Pure unfiltered pleasure. You don’t feel pleasure, you are pleasure. You are a floating unthinking, mass of pure sexual pleasure. Your body writhes and screams in pleasure but you don’t feel it. You are too far gone to feel your body, you exist in the void as a pure white hot ball of sex. It suddenly stops completely and you slowly return to your body, moaning and panting, mind incredibly hazy. The audience goes wild at your display of pure horniness and goes even crazier when all you can do is moan and groan when asked simple questions or asked to perform simple tasks. Brad spins the dial like a madman, going from small gradual increases to huge jumps of sensation leaving you with your head spinning, unsure of what’s going on, who's going on, what, who, Brad, pleasure, you, sensation, pleasure, pleasure, Brad?, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. You let out a throat scarring scream as the pleasure becomes too much and your cock erupts into the air and you slump back in your chair unable to move or think, overwhelmed by what happened to you. You sit there for minutes as stuff happens around you that you’re too spent to understand. Listening to words is too hard, thinking is too hard, money is exchanging hands and the man proudly announces that he’s sold out of stock but you don’t comprehend any of it. You lay there in a stupor, drool pouring down your face. The crowd empties, the presenter packs up and you are left there strapped in your chair, alone. After nearly an hour you manage to pull yourself together enough to ask “wha-? Who? I don’t…what?” before a small sensation starts on your cock again and you moan in pleasure as Brad strolls into view still holding the remote. He looks down at you and sneers before taking out his dick and lazily stroking it. “Guess who just bought that chair you’re in, you pathetic little faggot. Me, of course. I told the presenter that we were friends and that I’d take you home once you recovered. It was only partially a lie though. I am going to take you home with me but not as my friend. I was thinking more as my new toy to play with. See the instructions I got for the chair have a little warning about excessive use. About how using the chair too often might have….side effects.” You moan even louder as he turns the dial up further. “It says with enough use that the mush this chair turns a boys brain into will stay that way. That he’ll end up as a stupid little thing only good for following simple orders. In my case I’m thinking “suck my cock” and “present your hole” will be probably the only commands you’ll ever get from me. I’m sure I’ll have other uses for you but you’ll probably be too stupid to understand the commands for them when I’m done with you.” Brad jacks himself faster as he turns the dial up and watches you writhe in the pure agony of pleasure. “I always knew I was better than you. Smarter. Now the rest of the world will know it too. The world will look at us and see a bright young man being worshipped by the stupid worthless faggot he owns. People will laugh as you struggle to even come up with your own name, everything except your devotion to me long since burned out of your brain. The whole world will see you as the thing I always have. A pathetic stupid little slave who belongs at my feet.” He turns the dial up and strokes himself to completion seeing the dull glazed look in your eyes as you cum your brains out. Only this time the pleasure never stops. Your dick never has time to relax, it stays hard as it is relentlessly milked and your mind screams with the pure overwhelming pleasure of it all. Brad sits back and lazily strokes himself some more watching as your third orgasm of the night is forced out of you. He yawns as the machine tries its best to bring you to a fourth. He decides to edge a bit this time, really take his time and savor watching you cum yourself to idiocy. After all, what’s the rush? He’s got a new toy, may as well make use of it all night long. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Brad")]] (set: $vendor to $vendor +1)

You decide to bury the hatchet and get a drink with Brad. Dumb move on your part. He lifts his glass to yours and you clink and throw yours back in a single drink. You can tell from the smile on Brad’s face as he watches the drink go down your throat that something isn't right here. You look at him with worry and then you start to feel it. A warm feeling radiates from your chest upwards. It flows down your arms to the tips of your fingers. You can feel the warm pleasant move down your legs, up your neck, everywhere until it’s filling your whole body. You stare at Brad openly now, floating on a warm pleasant cloud. Just when you feel like your body is going to lift off the chair you hear Brad's voice jarring against your pleasant feeling. You hear him telling everyone around you that the shot went straight to your head and he’s gonna walk you back to your hotel room. You happily float along behind him lost in the warm feeling; letting it fill your mind. You are so relaxed, feeling too comfortable to bother thinking about anything. When Brad takes you outside the hotel instead of heading up to your room it doesn’t strike you as odd. You are happy to just contently listen and believe Brad and everything he tells you. And he tells you a lot. “Too fucking easy” he says smugly as you smile and blink back at him. “Didn't even have to beg or trick you. You took that so willingly. And now anything I say your dumb little airhead believes. I thought long and hard about this moment. About the moment I finally have your holier-than-thou pretentious ass to myself with the ability to fill your mind with whatever I want. My mind went a lot of directions, believe me. Should I make you my slave? Should I reduce you to the intellect of a puppy? Make you believe you’re a urinal? There's just so many options about what I could make you for myself and then it hit me.” “I don't want you. Even knowing you’d be helplessly committed to me with a few simple words right now, I don't want to have to look at your face and remember how much better you thought you were than me before I showed you the truth. So instead I'm gonna fill you with five simple rules and send you out into the world. I've emptied that mind of yours of everything and now I’m gonna leave you as nothing but the five things I'm placing in your head. They will be the entire sum of your being.” One. You are a lowly subhuman who exists to serve all men as they are your betters. Nothing is too degrading and nothing is too humiliating for you if it gets a man off. Two. You will never cum again. Your body does not know how to cum. If anyone tries to make you cum you will stop them and tell them that it is impossible for you and that you would instead like to make them cum. If for some reason somebody manages to make you cum you will immediately forget it ever happened and still believe that it is impossible and that you have never known the pleasure of orgasm in your entire life. Three. All cock is worth your time. You will never be able to resist anyone wanting to use you at any time. You know that deep down taking cock is the only thing you are good for and it is the only thing that you are able to do and you will never resist a cock. You can never even contemplate resisting servicing a cock that wants to use you. Four. You have no property and you can never have any property because you are property. You are just a thing for men to use and you have no desires or thoughts of your own. Everything that is you is you because a man has decided that it is you. Five. Last one. This one is just for me to think about if I ever want to imagine you in some other humiliating situation. If you ever meet a man named Brad you will immediately drop to all fours, kiss both of his feet, tell him all of your rules, and ask him to add another. Any rule he gives you you will take down to the core of your being as immediately true unless it undoes one of your five original rules. You will thank him profusely for giving you another rule and offer anything he wants in return for his generosity. “I think that's about it. That ought to be enough to leave you well and truly fucked while I go live my happy life as the new winner of the competition. I'd say I hope you have a good life but honestly I don't care what happens to you from this point. You can spend the rest of your life serving random men or find one who takes you home as his slave. It doesn't matter to me. All that matters is that you finally know who you are and are able to act on it. I hope you recognize what a gift I have given you.” Brad promptly walks away leaving you standing there smile still plastered on your face. You don’t understand what a gift it is because for now you only realize five things. And those five things will be the core of your being for the rest of your cock-filled life. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Brad")]]

The cake tastes surprisingly great. You polish off the whole thing in record time and set the tray back outside your door. You can’t always judge on looks you think as you lay down in your bed. That thought stays in your mind for a while. It’s not that you can’t stop thinking about, it’s more like new thoughts aren’t coming to replace it. Eventually it leaves your mind and you just kind of lay there. You are laying in bed staring up at the ceiling not doing anything at all. Not thinking about the fact that you’re not doing anything. Not thinking at all. You lie there for a while waiting for nothing. Eventually a voice comes from behind the door telling you to open the door so they can get inside. You walk to the door and do as the voice said with no more thought in your head than when you were laying in bed. Brad makes his way into the room as you open the door but you don’t care. It doesn’t matter to you or not if someone came through the door. You stare blankly ahead at the empty doorway waiting to be told what to do next. Brad laughs at this and pushes you to your knees. He takes his cock out and slaps you in the face with it hard. Satisfied at your lack of reaction he orders you to open your mouth and suck. You start sucking with passion, uncaring that you would normally never do this. There’s only one thing you know right now. You do as you are told. Brad shoves his cock down your throat hard, choking you. He scoffs at your discomfort and starts filling your empty mind with more things to know as he skullfucks you. “What a useless little cocksleeve you are. Gagging on my dick. It’s almost as pathetic as you are. A cocksleeve who can’t take cock is less than useless. There’s only one use for your dumb ass and it’s serving men by taking their cocks. What kind of moron falls for a trick as obvious as a drugged cake. God you’re so pathetic, I’m going to have to teach you how to suck cock properly so you aren’t completely useless.” Brad eventually cums down your throat, leaving you gasping for air as he slowly pulls out. He roughly stands you up and takes your clothes off and throws them in the trash. He takes your old belt and ties it around your neck and pushes you down to the floor again. He pulls at you to come along as he walks out the door berating you with every step. “I am a Man” Brad says “and you are a pathetic cocksleeve. You should kiss the ground after I step on it. As a man even the ground a man’s shoe touches is hallowed to your pathetic ass.” You walk along kissing the ground as ordered until Brad stops and knocks on a hotel room door. A large man opens his door to find Brad holding a belt attached to a boy who has his lips planted to the ground behind Brad’s feet. He goes to shut the door but Brad sticks his arm out and catches it, asking the man to hear him out. “Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to give you your turn at the cocksleeve. You see he’s still in training so he will be servicing the entire hotel before he checks out. Since he is a worthless cocksleeve I would ask that you show no regard to his feelings. He has to learn that the pleasure of Men is more important than anything his pathetic ass wants.” The man crouches down and lifts your face to his and quietly asks if you are OK or if you need some sort of help. You look the Man straight in the eyes and tell him everything you know about yourself. “A cocksleeve who can’t take cock is less than useless. There’s only one use for my dumb ass and it’s serving men by taking their cocks. I am still in training so I will be servicing the entire hotel before I check out. Since I am a worthless cocksleeve I would ask that you show no regard to my feelings. I have to learn that the pleasure of Men is more important than anything my pathetic ass wants.” The man grins stands up and takes the leash from Brad and promises to use you long and hard. Brad thanks the man for taking you off his hands and tells him to be sure to pass the cocksleeve to the room next door after he’s done using you. “It'll take probably days or maybe even weeks to service the whole entire hotel but that’s the training he needs. Take your time and use him as much as you want. He’s in no rush.” The man promises he will do exactly that and Brad crouches down to tell you goodbye. “So long bitch. Have fun servicing all two hundred hotel rooms. Hopefully your stupid little ass doesn’t forget what room you start in or you’ll have to start all over. Knowing how useless you are, I’m sure you will. It doesn’t matter though, it’ll probably only take three guys to cement your new status in life so deeply inside you that you’ll stay this way forever. Maybe the hotel will employ you as their cocksleeve. Or maybe you’ll end up on the streets. I don’t care. I’ve got a competition to win.“ Brad watches you kiss the ground behind the man as he takes you into his hotel room and shuts the door. “Hopefully he makes a better cocksleeve than he did a competitor” Brad says as he walks away. It remains to be seen how well you fare in the competition but one thing is certain. You become the lowsliest most pathetic cocksleeve that ever existed in this life. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Brad")]]

You see Brad releasing a crying boy from a St. Andrews Cross. He lays down a challenge to the bar for anyone to see if they can take just 50 hits from him and not cry. He promises a great reward to any who can handle his level of sadism. You would be tied up and at Brad's mercy if you accepted his challenge but on the other hand you do really want to show that jerk up. **Action:** [[Accept the Challenge]] **Connected Areas** [[Local Dungeon]] <hr> ''Days Left = (Print: $days)'' ''Current Experience = (Print: $points)'' (if: $item is 1)[''Current Item = Smelly Shoe'']\ \(if: $item is 2)[''Current Item = Dog Collar'']\ \(if: $item is 3)[''Current Item = Cat Ears'']\ \(if: $item is 4)[''Current Item = Butt Plug'']\ \(if: $item is 5)[''Current Item = Rubber Hood'']

"Awesome bro! I knew you'd make the right choice man!" Your back is clapped by the bros as they celebrate so hard that you almost get knocked over. "Haha sorry man, don't know my own strength sometimes." Kyle says as he flexes then kisses a bicep. You practically drool at the sight and you know you made the right choice by hanging out with these studs. Jake and the other bears shake their head at your choice and head off to the sauna leaving you with your new friends. You hope you can fit in with these gym bunnies before too long. The gang, led by Kyle, cajole and joke with each other as they head to the gym with you trailing behind nervously but the good humor stops the second they hit the workout room. The smiles drain from their faces as the boys put earbuds in their ears and step onto various workout machines. These guys may be genial and goofy but working out is no laughing matter it seems. They all give it their all, devoting their full focus and concentration on getting the most out of their exercise. The way the sweat slowly forms on their bodies, dripping down to the ground has you almost jealous of the ground they look so good working out. Kyle, not having got on a machine himself yet either, notices your admiring eyes and gives you another hearty slap on the back jolting you out of your staring. "Yeah they're beautiful alright" he says surveying the mounds of muscle around him. "You should have seen them before I was their trainer though. A lot like you actually. I took them in while they were small and hopeless at exercise and turned them into the alphas you see before you. It wasn’t quick or easy but the results speak for themselves. Not an ounce of fat on any of them. You ever wanted to be big like them? Be honest, I'll know if you're lying." You meekly nod, looking at the glistening men in front of you running and lifting and squatting to the natural rhythm of exercise. "Well today's your lucky day my man. I'm your trainer now and it's time to get to work maggot!" You're startled by the suddenly harsh tone until Kyle winks at you mischievously. He pulls a bottle of water from his bag and an mp3 player and walks you over to an elliptical and takes the one next to it. You try and beg off, saying you won't be able to keep up with him but he holds firm. "No can do little buddy. You said you wanted to work out with us and get big and I'm gonna make you big. Now get those legs moving!" You slowly start to move your legs up and down the elliptical and get a big thumbs-up from Kyle as he presses play on your mp3 player. Rather than anything upbeat or recognizable you hear some sort of low tonal music peppered with words of encouragement from a recording of Kyle. It's not to your taste but you decide to ignore it rather than offend him by taking your earbuds out. You give him a thumbs-up back and set to work. While it starts out rough, soon you're using the elliptical like you're old hat at it. Your strides go quicker and stronger as you drink down your water and listen to Kyle's recording giving you instructions on how to correct your form and what pace to set. It’s almost like he can tell when you’re slacking or falling out of good posture. When you hear instructions for you to get off the elliptical and head for the weights you're surprised to find yourself eager to continue working out. Normally you'd be exhausted after working your legs like that but today you have extra energy from somewhere. You do as the recording says and lift, squat, do more cardio, and lift some more, never questioning the instructions anymore. You find it much easier to do what the voice says than to stop and think about what your next move should be. It clearly knows all about working out and it’s easy to do what it says. You find it so easy to just zone out and do what the voice says instead of actively listening that you find yourself not really thinking about much at all. You just let the words of the recording wash over you and direct your body for you. No matter what those instructions are. You stop lifting and get naked when the recording orders you to do so without missing a beat. When you’re told to drop to all fours and arch your back, presenting your ass for inspection, you do so without hesitation. You don't find it strange at all when you're told to relax your asshole and let your brothers use your hole as a cumdump. You just accept it as part of working out as your hole is stuffed full of load after load. The voice has been right about everything so far so it seems perfectly natural to lick the sweat off of each man after they fuck you because the recording tells you that’s how exercise goes. You're a himbo just like them, it tells you, and himbos have no shame about their bodies with each other. You’re a part of a community now. And your body is community property. You may all be himbos, the recording of Kyle tells you, but you’re not the same kind of himbo as the rest of your pack. You're a little bit different. You're an omega himbo and they are all alphas. You struggle for a moment to think of what alpha and omega mean when the recording tells you to stop thinking and just listen. It’ll do all the thinking for you now. All you have to do is work on being the best himbo you can be and good himbos don’t have to know what things mean. They don’t have to know anything other than that they should always do what their trainer says. Their trainer knows best and will take care of everything in a himbo's life, especially an omega himbo like you. You have a special role in the group of alphas, of which you should be very proud. You're their bottom. Their bitch. You will grow and get ripped and be as every bit as muscled as the rest of the alpha himbos but it won't matter. You'll suck their cocks, lick their sweaty assholes, and do whatever else your brothers tell you to do because you're too much of a stupid himbo to think about how unfair it might be that you have to be their cumdump whenever they want without them ever returning the favor. You nod along, not really understanding what the voice is telling you but accepting it anyways. Thinking is not your strong suit anymore but you don’t really need to understand every aspect of what the voice is saying, just enough to do what it says. It is Kyle's voice after all and he is your trainer. He walks up to you as the recording finishes and removes your earbuds looking down at you still on all fours with a glazed stupid look in your eyes. "Your trainer is horny and so are your alpha bros. Ready to get fucked again dipshit?" he says adjusting his crotch with his trademark goofy grin plastered across his face. You nod, knowing it your duty as the omega to do as they order. Your stupid little ass belongs to them now and they’re gonna use it whenever they want as they make you exercise until you are every bit as big and dumb as they are. Just the way the new you wants it. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Gym")]]

The bears clap you on the back as the jocks sulk away towards their exercise machines. “Good choice” Jake says pulling you into a bear hug giving you a preview of your night. You bury your nose in between his man tits and inhale deeply. The stench of sweat and musk makes your head swim and you know you made the right choice here. You’re so involved with his pecs that you don’t notice when you’ve arrived at the sauna. Jake pushes you off of him and smirks at your sad face. Your frown quickly turns rightside up as all the bears dropped their towels. You stare at the big buffet of big bear stomachs, cocks, and feet in front of you. You lick your lips in anticipation. They all sit down and stretch their gorgeous naked bodies out to relax and look at you with smug smiles. “Well boy” Jake says “Get to it.” You start to walk to the nearest bear but are interrupted by Jake. "Good sweatrags don't walk, they crawl. And should you really be wearing so much clothes in a steamy room of sweaty bears using your services?" Incredibly aroused you quickly strip and drop to all fours and head over to the bear nearest to you and stick your head in between his toes and inhale deeply. Pure unadulterated man musk fills your nostrils. The thick stench of sweat and feet fills you and it's just delicious. There’s no other way to describe it. With your cock rock hard from the pure shot of man in your nostrils your see him roll his eyes as he picks foot up and shove it directly into your face. You moan and groan into the sole of the foot as it guides you down onto the ground and you lay on your back and lick and smell with abandon as his foot rolls all over your face. He presses your face into the ground, not being gentle as he covers you in the wonderful taste of the sweat of a man who has just worked out hard. You stay buried in those feet for what feels like hours until you feel them lift off your face leaving you more desperate than you can remember feeling in your life. You need more man and you need it now. Before you can protest too much the next bear in line comes and sits down where the first bear was and orders you to your knees. You get up feeling a bit dazed from being underfoot for so long only to have your head dragged into the belly of the newest bear. You're hardly able to breathe as your head is pulled deep into the mounds of fat and muscle that make up this big bear belly. You blindly slurp and lick at his belly button, your cock harder than it's ever been in your entire life. The fat of his stomach jiggles and moves as you are roughly shoved into it, almost feeling like your whole head is being enveloped by bear belly. Your muffled moans can barely be heard as you worship the stomach in front of you with abandon. You could stay in here for hours and never be satisfied. You're so dazed from your rough treatment that you barely notice when the belly is gone. It feels to you like you were in heaven worshipping a belly and suddenly you find yourself in the pits of a third bear. You sniff and lick and go wild, the scent of his pits driving you insane with lust. You never want to leave the smell. It’s so good and strong. You sniff and lick and suck and chew and lose yourself in the worship of those sweaty freshly worked out arms. This is your favorite part of the night so far. At least it is until you find yourself under a pair of feet again. Then your favorite changes when you find yourself in even smellier and more disgusting pits. You are used as a sweat towel in every way by every man in the sauna. You lose track of the ways they use you. You find your tongue in more feet, an ass, pit after pit, belly after belly. Every time with every bear your mind reels as the stench gets stronger and stronger inside you, addicting you, making you never want to smell anything else again. And then you feel it. You smell it. The sweatiest most disgusting scent of all the bears you've had so far. You blink and realize that you are buried face first into the crotch of Jake himself. He pets you on the head and tells you that you're a good boy able to take a hit of his stench and not pass out. Most boys don't make it this far he tells you, they can't handle him. He is too much of a man with too strong a scent for just any boy out there. It takes a true pig to be able to handle him and he’s so glad he’s finally found one. Too far gone to comprehend what he’s even talking about you nuzzle yourself deep into his ball sack back and just inhale. No licking, no sucking. That would just get in the way. All you want to do is just inhale. Inhale his scent deep within you, feel it burn your lungs, feel it all the way reach all the way down through your body to the tip of your toes. You want to fill yourself with him. You suddenly snap out of your trancelike state to see there's no one left in the sauna but you and Jake. You get a breath of fresh air as he pulls you off his dick and you grimace. He laughs and tussles your hair. “I know boy, I know. It's hard to have to return the fresh air after you had the gift of pure alpha man but I promise to give you more when we return home. Until then” he says lifting up a jock strap over your mouth and nose “this will just have to do.” You go along with whatever he says willing now to do anything to get more of his smell. You fall to your knees and crawl behind him as you walk to his car smelling his jock deeply with every breath trying to get as much as the scent as possible. It never occurs to you to care that anyone might see you crawling along naked sniffing his jock like some sort of disgusting pig. It doesn't matter anyways because they’d be absolutely right. You are nothing but a dirty little pig for pure musky bear stench now and that’s all you’ll ever be. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Swim")]]

You wake up groaning, your muscles aching after another killer workout with your boys. It sucks you have to get up first but you know it’s your duty to wake the others up with a blowjob. You stand up out of bed and nearly fall over, your body weight not being what thought you would it be. You feel thin. Small. Weak. Looking in a mirror you look like you always have but you can’t shake the feeling that it’s wrong. That you are supposed to look like something else but you don’t know what. You struggle with feeling weak all day long. You wonder if you’re coming down with something as even simple tasks feel like they take more effort than they should. Sure, your suitcase is big but a guy like you should be able to lift that with a single finger and fold it in half. Your out of body experience weakens as the day goes on however and by the time evening rolls around you feel nice and comfortable in your skin again. You make a mental note to see a doctor if something like that ever happens again as you head out for the night. You gain 2 points. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $swim to 1)

"Awesome. Always happy to help a boy get on his knees" Dan says as he winks at you. You do as he says and fall to the floor in front of him. Instead of his pants zipper he opens the zipper on his travel bag. A collection of dildos in varying sizes and colors is revealed to you and you look up at Dan in puzzlement. He looks down at you condescendingly and selects a medium sized dildo from his case and sets it on a table near your kneeling form. "Oh no boy, I only let boys on my pole if I know they have what it takes to pleasure me like I deserve to be pleasured. Life's too short for a bad blowjob. Show me what you've got here on my little pal first." You pout but decide to do what he says. You were initially here to learn how to deepthroat after all. At least somewhat knowing your way around a dick you manage to take the dildo all the way to its fake rubber balls after only a few minutes. You look up at Dan triumphantly and seductively as you snake the fake dick down your throat but are disappointed when all you receive in return is a look of boredom. You pull off the rubber cock and he immediately switches the dildo out for one easily double its size and looks down at you expectantly. You give him an incredulous look but he holds firm. "To truly pleasure a man's cock you need to be able to handle more than his girth. It does no good to be able to get his cock down your throat and have that be the end of things. You need to be used to having larger objects in there, be able to create space for him to use your throat without worry for your safety. You need to learn to make your throat muscles expand and contract on his cock. I can teach you all of this. All you have to do is bend over, stick the tip in your mouth, and do exactly as I tell you." You stare down at the giant black dildo and doubt that it could ever go down your throat, despite what Dan claims. You have a strong feeling that your lesson will end if you simply tell him that you can't do it and you don't want to end the fun before it begins but it’s just so big and imposing. [[Do Your Best to Suck the Dildo]] [[Tell Dan You Simply Can't Do It]]

You wake up and the worry quickly starts. Whenever you swallow, you can feel something tight in your throat. It’s like there’s something in there. It almost feels like when you swallow your throat constricts around…your fingers? You laugh as you realize you have most of your hand in your mouth and your fingers down your throat as far as they will go. Your laughter turns to excitement as you move your fingers back and forth experimentally and discover that your gag reflex appears to have turned itself off. You grab a hairbrush from your suitcase and are delighted to discover that you can take the entirety of the handle with no problem. You spend your day shoving larger and larger objects down your throat, never tiring of the action for whatever reason when you realize what time it is. You quickly shower and head down to the lobby, excited to see if you can put your new skills to the test on someone tonight. You gain 2 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $deepthroat to 1)

It wakes and waits patiently in its bed. It is grateful that it was allowed a bed tonight, though it misses the security of being stored in its toybox if it is honest. Not that what it want matter of course. It is just a… You shake your head trying to snap yourself out of the weird stream of consciousness you found yourself in. It…you had a very strong dream where you discovered you weren’t actually human and it is sticking with…you, you firmly tell yourself. You are going to shower. You are not an it. You are a person. You spend the day inside your room afraid of what you would do if someone found like you are now. You know the second someone talked to you that you would snap to attention and it would….you would do whatever they would say. You have a deep desire to be ordered around and while that has been fun in the past, you know this is different. It feels like a compulsion. Like you have no choice. Eventually you manage to break yourself out of it and normal, rational thoughts about you having desires and dreams of your own settle back into you. You’re still kind of scared to head out but you know that you have to. It’ll be hard but you feel like you will be able to keep your impulses under control now. You gain 2 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $toy to 1)

You sheepishly raise your hand and explain that you don't have any toys on you right now but you could go get one for him if he wants. "Oh perfect. We have one and it wants to be of service. Come up here!" Dan says gesturing you to join him at the front of the class. "Now take a bow and tell everyone here about yourself." Feeling a little silly about being put on the spot you bow deeply and tell everyone your name. Dan lets out a big belly laugh and the class laughs along with him. "Not your name you goof. I want you tell everyone what kind of toy you are." Feeling a bit ashamed at the laughter from everyone and weirded out by his request you explain that you're not a toy. You’re a person you pronounce loudly which is met by even more uproarious laughter from everyone else. "Oh god, I can barely breathe. See this is why regular maintenance is important everybody. They start to think they're people." Dan manages to choke out through guffaws as the class points at you laughing as if you’d said the funniest thing in the world. You feel tiny. You're apparently saying something stupid enough to make everyone laugh but you don't know what it could possibly be. You're not a toy, you say louder this time stamping your foot as everyone laughs again and a few look at you with pity. "Oh relax will you?" Dan manages to get out between laughs "of course you're a toy. Why else would you be in a class on toy maintenance tonight?" You try to explain that there are lots of people in the class tonight but Dan just shakes his head. "Sure there are a lot of people here but they're all in the audience. Only you and I are on stage. I’m the teacher of this class and clearly you’re the toy I use as demonstration." You think about this argument for a second and respond with the idea that you volunteered to help find a toy, not because you are a toy. "Alright" Dan says the condescension thick in his voice "so where's the toy I'm going to maintain then? Why would you volunteer to help show off a toy if you had no toy? Could it be because you are a toy?" You try really hard to remember why you volunteered if you didn’t have a toy but try as you might you can’t remember. Dan sees the struggle on your face as the class looks down at you with a mixture of mirth and pity and reaches over and rubs your hair. "Don't worry about it. We all love toys here don't we class?" The class cheers to show their approval of you brightening you up. "Why I bet you're a great toy. Why don't you let someone from the audience play with you for a while so everyone can see what a great toy you are?" You want to deny it, say you’re not a toy again but the class is looking at you for the first time with something other than mocking in their eyes and you don’t want to lose that. Seeing your hesitation Dan whispers "good toys always do what they're told" in your ear and you nod your assent. A large man makes his way down from the audience and stands before you and looks at you expectantly. He’s clearly waiting for something but you have no idea what. You stand there, unsure of what to do until you feel Dan's hands on your shoulders forcing you to your knees. "Everyone look. This is a prime example of why maintenance is so important. Perfectly nice toys like this one who just want to be good and obedient and useful toys forget what they're even used for. This is why you must condition them every night. I'll give you a demonstration while he makes himself useful and sucks this nice man's cock. They’re so lifelike that they will try and get ideas of their own and we should never let this happen. They must always remember what they are.” The man thrusts his cock between your lips jolting you out of the stupor you'd fallen into listening to Dan without noticing. You resist the invasion for one second before you hear a voice whispering in your ear that calms you back down. "Good toy. Obedient toy. Only a toy. No thoughts, no will of its own. Just a toy. An object for use. A thing to be stored away when not in use. Totally obedient. No wants. No needs other than to obey. What a good little fucktoy. Just an obedient little fucksleeve. Only happy when in use. Only existing to be played with. Good toy. Obedient toy. Not resisting like a good toy. Not thinking like a great toy. Obeying without question. Doing whatever is ordered. Good toy. Happy toy. Obedient toy." The man cums in your mouth and you swallow vigorously, happy to have performed your function. You stay on your knees as the man you just blew pats you on the head and returns to the audience. "So, any more ideas about not being a toy?" Dan asks you looking towards the class. You shake your head, fully accepting the truth now. "There we go everyone. You see what just a little maintenance does for the obedience level of a toy? We’ve still got a lot to work on with this one but we’ll get him there. I'll have to take him home with me and condition him for a few weeks at least. He really seemed to think he was a person for some reason. I’ll force those ideas out of his little toy head and he’ll be right as rain. “I’m sorry we only had the one toy to demonstrate on tonight everyone. I really don’t know why it slipped my mind I was doing this class tonight but I know a way to make up for it. Before you leave be sure and write your name on one of these slips of paper. Once I’m satisfied he’s fully conditioned I’ll enter you all in a drawing and the lucky winner of the drawing will get to take this toy home as their very own! Feel free to come on down and get a sample of what you’ll win before you enter everybody. Toy, keep that mouth open and do your best to show each man what you would offer to him. I’ll see you all next month for the drawing. Class dismissed!” Before long your jaw aches from taking so much cock and your knees beg you to stand but you’re happy to keep sucking and listening to Dan’s whispers in your ear as long as he wishes. You’re fulfilling your function and that’s all that matters to a good toy. And you are a very good toy. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Toy")]]

You eagerly agree. You always suspected that there were secret leather clubs in the world but you never knew how to find them. Oscar pulls a switch in the back room of his store and a secret passage opens. Your excitement doubles as you walk down into his hidden basement and see the man of your dreams standing in it. He greets Oscar and you immediately know that this man is the leader of the brotherhood. You can't imagine anyone attempting to claim superiority against the pure masculine energy of this man. Oscar explains to the man that you found his signet ring on a shelf and how he invited you to join the club. The man turns to you and introduces himself as Benji and confirms your suspicions. He is the leader of the brotherhood and he is always happy to meet a new recruit. In fact, he says, unless you have something going on they would be happy to start your initiation right now. Too intimidated to speak you nod your assent and follow behind Benji as he takes you deeper into the secret lair stopping in front of a door covered in leather. He strips you down and opens the door and shows you the world of your dreams. The entire room is covered in thick black leather. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, the chair in the middle of the room, everything is pure leather. Benji explains that it’s traditional for new recruits to spend 12 hours in a room where there's nothing but leather as sort of an introduction to their future. He closes the door behind you leaving you alone in a room of leather with of such a quality that you can't even tell where the wall ends and the door he just left through begins. You spin in a circle looking around and lose which wall he even left through. The whole world is seamless black leather to you now. You sit down and feel the comfort of the leather on your bare behind. You lay down and inhale deeply. It's the real stuff alright with that smell. You roll around in it, basking in the scent and the feel of leather all over your body. It feels and smells absolutely wonderful. You can practically hear it calling out to you. Telling you that it wants to embrace you as much as you are embracing it. You murmur you assent to the leather telling it you wish that it could do what it wanted too. You look around the room but you cannot find any clothing or anything to wear. The leather still calls out to you, begging you to let it embrace you, telling you how badly it wants to embrace you, how the pleasure of being in this room is nothing compared to the pleasure of having the leather of this room cover you completely. Outside Oscar and Benji watch on some monitors as you start to panic looking around the room begging the leather to embrace you. They smirk as they see you trying to find a corner or something in the room that has a loose seam or something, the desperation on your face obvious even without the begging. Oscar turns to Benji and apologizes for leaving his ring out. “I don’t know how it got off my finger and on a shelf but it all seems to have worked out in the end. Our secret will still be safe and the club has a new leather slave to play with.” Oscar holds his breath waiting for Benji’s response and breathes a sigh of relief when he nods. Benji fixes Oscar a stern look and says “While it may have worked out this time, the secrecy of the club is paramount and if a slip up like this happens again, well a trip to the room our new slave is in will be in your future.” They turn their attention back to the monitors. You're openly crying, laying on the ground, begging for some way, anyway, to get leather of your own. Oscar smiles and pushes play and watches you hear the leather begin to tell you something new. The leather tells you of a way it knows that it can embrace you forever. You beg, please you'll do anything the leather wants, please embrace you, you’ll do anything please. “Obedience,” the leather tells you. “Obedience is what gets you leather.” “Yes, Yes, I'll be obedient” you yell to the leather. You follow its directions and sit in the chair and strap your legs and an arm to it. As you lay your other arm down it hits a trigger and a strap restrains your other arm, effectively sealing you in the chair of your own accord. A screen with a spinning spiral lowers into your view and the voice of the leather doubles in strength, telling you that if you watch the screen and do everything it tells you to do, you will get your leather eventually. A week later Oscar and Benji open the door and release their newest slave from the chair and lead it out of the leather room. It falls to the ground and kneels before them and thanks its new gods for allowing it to sit its unworthy skin in a leather chair. Benji tells you that you're welcome and that he has a special gift for you. He throws an old ratty leather jock on the ground and you immediately start kissing it over and over. Benji gives you permission to wear it, which you eagerly do, and tells you that if you’re a very good slave you may someday be allowed even more leather. It’s going to be long hard work for you from now on but if you are a very good slave maybe in a few years he might have an extra scrap of leather on which you can practice your polishing. You kiss his feet in thanks and swear to him to be the best slave you can be. And you are. You toil all day long in the warehouse and spend all night serving members of the order. And you are completely and perfectly happy waiting for the chance that someday you might get to feel more leather than the lash of your Masters whip on your back. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Secret")]]

You wake up and are immediately met with a sense of dread. You look down at your nude body in horror and your eyes dart around the room for something to cover your inferior slave crotch with. That thought stops you completely and you think about the dream you just had. It was so vivid, you would have sworn it was real. You knew with absolute certainty that you would be punished for not keeping your slave cock under leather, and yet you are alone in your hotel room. You lay there for a while, running through what feels like memories instead of dreams as they fade away like all remembered dreams do. Despite knowing it was a dream you find yourself unable to head out without putting on at least a leather jacket. You just feel so attached to leather, like you would be lost without it. Throughout the day you find yourself keeping your eyes trained on the ground and keeping incredibly quiet. You can’t bring yourself to look anyone in the eyes and you head back to your room before long to try and shake yourself out of the submissive demeanor. You think you’ve mostly succeeded when you find yourself able to leave for the night without the safety blanket of your leather jacket. You don’t feel quite normal but decide there’s no point dwelling on a dream when there’s a town out there calling for you. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $secret to 1)

Your contemplation of your time in the city as you walk to the competition is interrupted by a strange sight. The gimp at the entrance to the vendor area is still there, they must just always leave it out as eight in the morning, but it looks different somehow. It's chained to the entrance gate as always, the sun beating down on its shiny black exterior, but you don’t remember its head being turned this direction. It’s like it’s staring at you. You know it’s just a dummy inside a suit but something about the way its blank face is looking at you is almost human. You stop and watch it for a while as it stands perfectly still, almost convinced your mind is just messing with you and that it’s just a mannequin when it waves, confirming there's a human inside the hot black material. You slowly make your way towards it, partially thinking you're just going to check if the man inside needs help. It feels like a rationalization even as you think it though. You don't really know why, but you just have the urge to check out this gimp. "Good morning." you say to the blank faced gimp awaiting a response. It slowly turns and stares at you but says nothing in return. You stare at each other in silence. At least you think it is staring back at you. You can't see any eyeholes but you know sometimes there's tiny pin pricks that let gimps see a small amount. Either way it stares directly at you wordlessly and you find yourself fascinated with it. The material it's made of is quite something. You don't know if it's latex or leather, it seems like something in between, but whatever it is is luscious. Slick. Shiny. You want to reach out and touch it but you stop yourself. This is a stranger on the streets you haven't even really met after all. "Go ahead" a muffled voice says surprising you. "Touch me. Feel my arms. It's what I am here for." You swallow and eagerly reach out a hand and squeeze the gimps arms. It's incredible. Soft. Firm. Simultaneously slick and slippery while gripping your hand perfectly. You can't explain it, but it feels wonderful underneath your fingertips, you can only imagine what it must be like to be like this gimp, feeling your entire being encased in it. Any pretense of civility lost, you openly grope and squeeze and feel the body of this gimp all over. You can't get enough, it's like every promise of a gimp suit you've ever imagined brought to life before you. A hand caresses his butt as the other feels up and down his chest. His skin feels so smooth and perfect and you wonder how he can stand being encased in it, the touch of it electric on your fingers. "I've seen you here" the gimps says again, his muffled voice raspy in his throat as if it had been years since he last spoke. "I've seen you here over and over last night. You must really love gear to come so often." You feverishly mumble how much you love gear to him as you greedily play with the hard bulge over his genitals and kiss his neck greedily, the smell and taste of the material too much to resist. "I loved gear too once. I could not resist it. I saw a suit hanging in a merchants stand and asked to touch it to feel the material. It was incredible. Perfect. I had to have it. The merchant would not give permission for more than a simple touch without paying but I did not have the money. That did not matter. It seemed wrong to charge for what clearly should be mine. I had to have it even if it meant stealing it. Greed was overpowering my other thoughts as they seem to be yours." the gimp says as you throw your shirt to the side and rub your naked top against the gimp, moaning with pleasure at the feeling. “Please restrain yourself. I have only told you that you could feel the material on my arms. I am here for a reason but it is not to be used.” The gimp stares its ever blank stare at you as you pull down your pants in the middle of the street, not caring who sees. Your lust for this suit too strong, you ignore his words completely and begin to rub your naked body all over it, kissing it, tasting it, breathing the wonderful latex smell of it in. The gimp would seem almost contemplative in its blank stare if you bothered to pay attention to anything more than getting as much of it on your skin as possible. "It is a punishment that has me here" it says in the same blank tone it uses for everything. "My greed was too great, my lust for gear too much. I was taking what wasn't mine, using property I didn't own. But I could not resist, the pleasure was too great." It turns its head down to watch you hump its leg pathetically whining as your pre coats its thigh. "The same lust that got me punished would prove to be your punishment as well it seems. I got my wish. I got the best gear in the world. I became the best gear in the world, feeling pleasure unending, but never satisfaction. Never completion. Always in bliss, always in heaven, surrounded by the best suit in the universe, my cock trapped under it, always teasing, always on edge, always denied. I am in so much bliss it hurts. Just as you soon will be." You pause momentarily, not at the sound of his words but a strange squeaking that happens as you hump. You look down to see your hard cock replaced with a hard black bulge made of the same material as the gimp. You gasp as you watch it spread from your newly trapped cock and spread up and down your body. It's simply heaven. You scream in pleasure as it covers you, writhing on the ground at the sensation. It's overwhelming. It’s all encompassing. It covers your chest and you can hardly breathe for the pure pleasure of the sensation. As it covers your head, sealing away the last of your skin forever, all you can do is moan eternally inside it. It feels good. It feels so good. It feels too good. You would sob with the pleasure if you could but you instead find yourself standing at the other side of the gate hooking yourself to a chain you don’t remember being there before. You feel stiff, like your suit is hardening in places to keep you in a certain position. You can't move, the suit making all your actions for you. Not that you could really give it a good try, your mind still reeling with the sensation of being covered in your new shiny black skin. The gimp you had been humping mere seconds before turns back to his position facing out at the street, seemingly have lost interest in you already. At least you know its suit has as yours forces you to do the same, making you want to scream, in pleasure or pain you're unsure, with every movement. It's wonderful. It's awful. You can't decide and you don't need to decide. The suit decides everything for you now. It is your punishment, your curse for being too materialistic, too in love with your gear. It is the blessing you never knew you would despise so much. Your mind exhausted after less than a minute in the suit you don't know how you'll manage to stay sane for however long you'll be trapped in the suit. You just hope that someone notices the addition of the second gimp at the gate and can figure out what to do with you. You are noticed and noticed often. Passerby love to touch and squeeze and feel your body, driving you even madder with lust as they do so. The suit makes you stand there and silently take it. You scream on the inside with each caress of your ass, each tap of your bulge sending you into new realms of pleasure. You can’t take it, you can’t handle it, but the suit doesn’t care. You feel a cold indifference from it to your plight. It doesn’t seem satisfied at your torment, it doesn’t seem remorseful either. You can tell it’s there as it hardens and softens, moving you into new positions when no one is around, every inch of movement an eternity of pure overwhelming pleasure. You want to call out, to try and get help but you can’t. There is nothing anymore but the pure black prison of your confinement. You cannot see or hear anything. The only smell or taste you ever get is the strong leather and latex that leaves your addled mind swimming. The only touch comes from customers squeezing your black skin. Your trapped cock constantly on edge, your mind cries out in anguish but your body stays perfectly still like the display model you have become. If there is a person losing their mind to the eternal torment of pleasure as time passes at the entrance to vendors, the world doesn't notice or care. Why would it? It’s just a gimp suit on a mannequin at the entrance to the fetish vendors. And that's all it ever will be from now to eternity. [[The End]]

You smile and giggle vapidly as the two approach you. Their own smiles grow wide as you sit there like a good girl and let them spray copious amount of perfume directly in your face, watching your eyes grow glassier and more vacant with each spray. You don't mind the perfume in your face at all, even though it smells quite strongly. You think it smells very pretty and nice. You hope to have a nice swirly signature sissy scent of your own one day you think after Cinnamon whispers it into your ear. Good little girls always smell the best for their man after all you muse as Sprinkles tells you so directly. And you do want to be the prettiest, sissiest, sluttiest, most submissive little cockslut to ever live they whisper in unison in your ears and your brain agrees; the difference between your own thoughts and the words spoken to you by these two nonexistent anymore. You happily stand up and follow them to a nearby hotel room at their prompting, hips swaying as you walk. You do nothing but squeal in discomfort as they cover your body in some sort of burning cream, unable to bring yourself to even resist pain without them telling you to do so. It just simply doesn’t occur to you to do anything anymore, Cinnamon and Sprinkles are here to be the ones to decide what you should do now. Besides, the pain was worth the result Cinnamon has you think as they admire your newly smooth, hairless body. All sissies should be smooth and soft Sprinkles instills into the core of your being as she sprays you with her perfume once more, turning your brain into nothing but fluffy pink cotton candy with every spray. You do want nothing more than to please them, they have you think, and the only way to do that is to be the best little doll ever for them and let them dress you up however they want, inside and out. You are subjected to many procedures as Cinnamon and Sprinkles take you home with them. Your hair is more permanently removed by a mean hot laser thingy. Your hair grows long and is died platinum blonde and streaked with pink highlights. Your skin softens and you lose weight as you remove everything from your diet that Cinnamon and Sprinkles don't give to you. You've become reliant on them for everything and you're ever so grateful. They teach you how to walk like a girl, talk like a girl, and even how to properly sit down to tinkle. You excel at learning to take cock like a girl as it’s your favorite activity your brain is told to think. At first you needed lots of sprays from their yummy scent bottles to keep you motivated to be like, the best doll ever, but now it's all you think about. It's all you're allowed to think about and you let out another girlish giggle as you try and imagine ever thinking about something other than your new sissy sisters. Which of course you can't. The old you has been conditioned out of existence leaving only an empty doll behind. You may be a walking, talking, cocksucking sissy boi but there is no mistaking what you really are. Cinnamon and Sprinkles' own personal Barbie, a toy they can parade around and show off at all their parties, with your dainty manicured hands, and permanently locked away clitty. The only thing you're really aware of beyond the wishes of your sisters is your holes. You are constantly and consistently reminded that your holes are your worth. That you looking pretty, you acting so girly, everything about you, is all an attempt to fill your holes with as much cock as possible. It's what good like bois like you were made to do you are told so often that you find yourself repeating the words in your silly little head over and over as you fulfill your purpose. Your holes are kept full by a parade of cock by Men you don't really remember, their cocks being the only thing about them you really care about. And when Cinnamon or Sprinkles aren't around to help get you cock, you spend your time practicing on the rubber ones they let you keep in your toy box with you. They were a special gift from Sprinkles and they smelled just like her perfume which you love so much. They even made your head feel fuzzy when you suck on them just like her actual perfume! You love everything about your life as a doll and though you can't remember what life was like before you met the famous sissy sisters, it can't have been as good as it was now you are made to think regularly. Now you get to suck so much cock and your pussy is always leaking cum into your panties because it sees so much use. Your favorite thing in your new life though is when either Cinnamon or Sprinkles finish playing with you and decide to lock you into your toy box. They always give you a nice big kiss on the forehead, and spritz a bit of perfume in your face, making your head spin and lulling you into sleep. Sometimes they say things while you're all dizzy but you can never understand what they say. Most things go over your head now so you just snuggle down deep in your box and hope that you never have to fall asleep again without the scent of cinnamon or sprinkles on your nose. And fortunately for you, you never do. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Sissy Class")]]

Acting quickly you catch Cinnamon and Sprinkles by surprise and push them away as you spring from your chair. Apparently not accustomed to this much resistance they stare at you for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. That second is all you need and you bolt out the door, through the hallway, and onto the street looking back to make sure you're not being followed by the sissy sisters. You run as far as and as hard as you can until you can't take it and have to stop and catch your breath. You grab onto a nearby light post for support and gasp for air looking down at the socks and panties that you are realizing make up the full of your current outfit. Thankful no one is around to see you like this, you finally allow yourself to relax for a moment and try and clear your mind of the fog set in by those sissies. "Now that's a pretty noise" a deep voice near you says. “I never get tired of hearing a girly little thing gasping for breath.” Startled, you look around for someone you must have missed and spot the owner of the voice making his way down the street towards you. Tall. Rugged. The muscles of a man who makes his living with his body. The kind of man girls like you dream about, you find yourself thinking before shaking the thought out of you head. You are a boy. You're a boy. No, a man even. A man! "Oh and a pretty little face to match" the man says with a smile that makes your knees weak. "The name's Reed. Wanna tell me what a little missy like you is doing out here out of breath at this time of night?" You want to correct him, to tell him you're not a "little missy" but when his piercing blue eyes make their way from appreciating your frilly panties up to your eyes, all thoughts of indignation go straight out the window. They're hard eyes, determined, beautiful in their intensity. You stammer and stutter as you stare into them and eventually manage to get out that you were running from something. His smile grows brighter and your resistance grows weaker in turn. "Well I think you got away. Doesn't look like there's anyone around but me and a damsel no longer in distress. Pardon me if this is too forward, but I don't think it's right for a gal like yourself to stand on the corner at this time of night by herself dressed up like that. People might get the wrong idea with you straddling that post like that. My car is right nearby, I could give you a lift to anywhere you like though I must say, I do hope you'll choose my place. Been a while since it's had a lady as pretty as you inside it." You blush at the compliment, delighted that such a gorgeous creature thinks you so pretty. For a second some part of you feels that something is wrong but then Reed pulls you into his big strong arms and you get a whiff of the pure manly musk mixed with the delicious smell of your own sweet perfume and all your worries cease. You feel so safe and protected as you nuzzle into his chest that you don't mind the wandering hands of your protector making their way down your backside. A nice pretty girl like you should be happy someone appreciates her after all. She should be happy that men want to play with her body and she should always let them. At least that's what Reed tells you as he fingers your pert pussy in the back of his car as your head swims in cinnamon and musk. Reed tells you lots of things as he drives you to his place and for whatever reason; you find yourself believing whatever Reed tells you tonight. You believe it when he tells you that you're going to have the best night of your life as he carries you up the stairs at his farmhouse into the bedroom and so it is. The way he eats your pussy makes you sing and you feel almost dizzy with pleasure when he plunges his cock inside of you. You believe it when he tells you that you're his perfect little girl the next morning as he lazily plays with your hole and your little locked up girlcock the next morning and so you are. You squeal in delight as he flips you over to pound your hole again and tell him you're his good girl over and over as he fucks you all morning without relenting, even when his cum is dripping from your hole. You even believe it when he tells you that you're perfect wife material for him and you drop to your knees and tell him you would be the best wife he could imagine as the smell of sex and sprinkles swirls around, clouding your mind. You find yourself agreeing to everything he says when he describes his perfect wife. Submissive. Loving. Always dolled-up, always ready with a hot meal for her hard working husband. Always ready to perform her wifely duties, always happy to take cock as needed. You fervently agree with Reed that in a marriage the man's word is final and the wife always obeys it. Because that's what he wants in a wife and you are the perfect wife material for him after all. If that's what he says makes a good wife, then you must be all those things. You agree to this and many other things your confused, muddled mind can't quite remember the details of but firmly agree with. You mostly remember Reed's excitement as you told him yes and yes, over and over, to all his ideas of the place of a wife bound in matrimony. The fog clears from your mind a bit as you shower after Reed heads down to work the fields, the smell of cinnamon and sex finally replaced by the scent of men's soap. You grimace, unhappy to have to use such decidedly un-feminine products but know you should always be clean for your man. You giggle at the idea of a sissy little girl like you smelling like a man and decide to ask your wonderful new boyfriend if he wouldn't mind picking up some things for you the next time he's in town. You smile at the thought of him out in the sun, his sweat-soaked muscles glinting in the light and vow to make him the best dinner he's ever had for working so hard for you. You giggle as you find yourself absentmindedly fingering your hole as you think about him. Which you do a lot. No matter what thoughts enter your mind throughout the day, they always turn to admiration of your hunky, perfect boyfriend and how you should please him and be the best girl he could ever want. Just as they would for the rest of your happily wedded life. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Wife")]]

You gently purr in contentment as you begin to wake up, the feeling of your husband’s chest against your back making you feel so secure. You stay in the position feeling the warmth coming from him, not wanting to wake your wonderful guy up before he has to get to work. You gently stretch out and then stop and think about your actions. You don’t want to wake your husband? You roll over and laugh at the discovery of what your “husband” is. A pillow that had gotten under the blanket and filled with your body heat. You stare at the pillow feeling a sense of loss for a second before shaking it off. That must have been one vivid dream for you to wake up with such a sense of love but you can hardly remember it now. You just hope you were a good wife. You spend the day in your room thinking about what you want from life before gretting ready to head out to the lobby. No matter what your future may hold, you certainly have to get out there if you want to find it. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $sissy to 1)

You practically pounce out of bed when you wake up and scan the room. You don’t know what you’re looking for but something feels off to you. It’s wrong. You have the strangest sensation that you were supposed to be awoken by someone bringing you a morning cup of cream and blowing you but now that you start to process this thought, you shake your head at its ridiculousness. You imagine it must have been something to do with the strange dreams about jungle cats you had last night. You take a hesitant shower and head out for the day. Everywhere you go you find yourself looking down at others with disdain. Weaklings. Inferiors. While you’re normally very polite and generous something about the people in town today have you feeling like they should be grateful you’re even out here giving them your time. The attitude fades as the day goes on and by the time you change into your evening attire you’re feeling more like your normal, nice self. You gain 3 experience and the ''Kitten Ears'' item. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +3) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $fursuit to 1) (set: $item to 3)

You know what’s happening to you is good. The ears picked you for a reason. You feel a sense of satisfaction as you watch your body grow and change. You become soft, lean, lithe. Your body is covered in more beautiful luscious grey fur with every second. You feel a growing pressure at your bottom and when you take off your pants a long soft tail covered in black spots springs free and wraps itself around you. You feel downright playful as you see the fur spreading across you as your features soften. As the fur finally reaches your feet and hands you look in the mirror and see what you've become. A cute catboy stares back at you. Skinnier, shorter, with an adorable face, you look for all the world like what a snow leopard mixed with a twink would be, down to your now plump juicy rear beneath your tail. You're admiring your perky new assets in the mirror when you see a hand reach out and give one of your new fat cheeks a rub. Lee smiles at you when you look up at him questioningly from your new shorter perspective and gives your ass a hard squeeze. You moan, your new ass giving you heightened sensations. Lee laughs and lightly brushes his fingers over your hole, your tail immediately lifting for him. He gently pokes into your new tailhole with a finger and you quiver and shake before letting out your first purr. "There's a good kitty" he says as he moves behind you and scratches behind your ears while his other hand continues to gently explore your hole. You melt into his arms, the scratches feeling so good and his fingers inside you arousing you so much. The catboy in the mirror looks so safe and secure in Lee’s arms and his eyes are filled with lust. You agree with the orgasmic look on your reflections face as you shove your ass back driving his finger deep inside your new furry ass. It is the greatest thing you've ever felt. And when he starts fingering you in earnest? Your purrs practically vibrate the walls. "That’s my good little kitty" Lee says as he removes his fingers to undo his belt and pants. His hot cock caressed by your smooth fur, he slowly sinks himself into you as you see stars. You're lost in a sea of pleasure as he slowly starts pumping in you. Your tail grabs him and pulls him as deep as he can go into you with every thrust. You never want this to stop, it's pure bottom bliss. You paw at your own cock as he ravages you, feeling better than you ever have in your old life as a human. You pout when Lee reaches out and grabs your hand away from your cock. “No kitty” he whispers roughly in your ear, doubling the intensity of his pounding “The only cock my pets ever play with is mine.” You moan in pure lust as he continues to whisper all the things he’s going to do to your new body as he chews on your ear. The rough, almost predatory growl of his words makes you feel small and helpless in the best way. You know instinctively that under this man is where you belong. Eventually you feel his hot cock harden and shoot load after load into you. You're so overwhelmed with pleasure that feeling his cum inside you caused you shoot your own load. You fall to your knees, his cock sliding out of you, as you cover the floor in your spunk, the last of his orgasm matting the fur around your ass as he finishes on your cheeks and gives them a slap. You're still so deep basking in the pleasure of your orgasm that you don't notice a collar being put around your neck until you hear the click of a leash being attached to it. You look down to see a pretty pink collar with a little bell and the word "slut" around your neck. You look at Lee who simply smiles and ruffles the fur on your head. You smile and get down on all fours and follow him out the door, your plush fur cushioning you as you walk. You'd do it even if it hurt your knees like it would have back when you were human. You'd do anything for the man who showed you who you truly were. Your new owner. Anything is exactly what you do for him as the years go by. Your tailhole and mouth are used over and over and over as you live as his pet kitten. And each time feels better than the last. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Kitten")]]

You reach up and grab the ears but they're stuck fast no matter how hard you pull. Lee frowns and tells you that don't need to take them off. "You're becoming the real you, kitten. You shouldn't fight it. This a joyous occasion, just let it happen. Become the good little kitty you were always meant to be." You cry out and pull harder to no avail. He comes up and scratches behind your ear in an attempt to calm you down but you swipe his hand away and hiss at him. He had no right to do this to you and you will not let him touch you like that. You can see the look of fear on his face in the mirror as you watch the changes happening to you. Slick grey fur with black spots covers your body as your muscles grow strong and sleek. You can see yourself growing a few inches taller, towering over Lee now. A long strong tail bursts its way out of your pants and you shred the remaining clothes on your body with your new retractable claws. You feel good. You feel powerful. You feel like Lee was right. This mixture of muscle and leopard is who you were meant to be. You turn around and snort derisively as you see him almost pee his pants in fear at the sight of you. You can smell it on him. The fear of a weaker man is potent and makes your cock throb. You fake out a swipe of your claws and can see him almost piss himself. Clearly this is not what he expected to happen when you put on the ears but you don't care what he wants. Compared to you, no one is more powerful and more deserving of having their needs met. He is prey and you are predator. You stand back and stretch, showing off the tight muscles in your new body and can smell the arousal coming off of him as you do so. Pathetic, you think, but ultimately right. It is the duty of prey to not only fear but worship their predator. And you are an apex predator. Your tail whips out and pulls him closer to you. Lee gulps in fear as he is pressed against your hard body but you can feel the heat coming off his crotch. You slowly pull out a claw and drag it down his body, ripping the clothes off of him, revealing his little cock has gotten hard from being manhandled by you. You fix your powerful cat eyes upon him and then towards your cock. He hesitates for a second, unacceptable to the new you. You forcefully push him down and shove your cock into his mouth where it belongs. You can hear him gasping and choking into the fur on your thighs as your newly thickened cock tries to force its way down his throat but you just thrust harder. The comfort of prey matters not compared to the pleasure of its predator. You fuck his throat harder and harder, showing him his place. You see his own pathetic cock dribbling precum as he chokes on your cock and you shake your head in embarrassment. To think you were once part of such a pathetic species. You resolve to never show that kind of weakness again and thrust into Lee’s throat with everything you’ve got. Lee’s eyes go wide as his breath is cut off and you flood his stomach with cum. You can feel him flailing around on your cock but you do not relent. He must learn to put you first. As you watch him start to panic and get dizzy you let out a mighty roar and pull out. You cover his face with your cum, marking him for all the world to see as belonging to you. Lee falls back to the ground, gasping for air before giving into the exhaustion and passing out. You give him a few tentative pokes to no response. You smirk and pick up his body as easily as if it were a toy and sling him over your shoulders. You search through his shredded clothing and find the information you want in his wallet. A home address. As your property anything he used to own belongs to you now. His only purpose in life anymore is to worship you like you deserve to be worshipped and taking his house is a good start to that. You’re sure you can find a nice cage to stick down in the basement for him to live in or something. It doesn’t matter; all that matters anymore is you and you’re gonna make sure he knows that. He does. His mouth and ass are used by you over and over as the years pass with him as your pet human. And each time you use him feels better than the last. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Predator")]]

"Goooood boy" you hear purred in your ear as you do your best to try and swallow the large dildo down your throat. You can't take it very far but Dan doesn't seem to mind. Instead of a grimace of disappointment when you finally can't take any more and come spluttering off the fake cock you are treated to a large smile and a pat on the head. "It's ok" he says "I know it's hard. You can rest for a moment before you try again." Feeling pretty vulnerable in your current position you are glad for the small comfort and find yourself rubbing up against his legs as he ruffles your hair. It feels so natural to look up to him both physically and emotionally already. Before long you feel your throat and stomach start to calm and you tell him you're ready to try again. Dan stops as you start to lean towards the cock and stoops down to look in your eyes with his own smiling pair. "We're gonna go slow this time. I want you to try and relax and pay attention to what I'm saying. You won't get anywhere trying to force it down your tight throat. Rather you need to open up and accept it willingly, gently, calmly, and with relish. That's the secret of a good deep blowjob. It's not a job if you do it right. It can be just as pleasurable to suck a cock as it is to have your own sucked if you know how to truly relax and enjoy a cock in your mouth. Alright, stick the tip in your mouth again and follow my instructions exactly and you'll be amazed at the difference." You do as he says and stick the tip of the rubber cock in your mouth and hold in that position awaiting orders. "Gooooood boy" you hear again making you beam on the inside. "Giving a good blowjob doesn't just mean shoving it down your throat. You have to make sure every inch of cock gets the special treatment it deserves. Gently and slowly swirl your tongue on the underside of the head. Yes just like that, not too hard. The head is very sensitive so you don't want to overdo it. Tickle the piss slit with your tongue and yes there you go, like that. Relax. Enjoy it. You're making that cock feel soooo good and that makes you feel soooo good too. Even just watching you do this is making me hard, imagine how good you'd be making me feel if that was my cock you were suckling on." "Now move a little further down....stop right there. Let yourself feel how full your mouth is. How much delicious cock you've got inside it. Taste it, savor it. Slowly move your mouth up and down the length but no further than you are now. Pleasure the first half while you let your body get accustomed to being full of cock. If this was a real cock you would relax and let the sweet taste of pre-cum coat your mouth as a reward for making the man feel soooo good. You love to make men feel good. It makes you feel good. Relax and breathe through your nose as you move up and down that delicious cock, no less savory for being made of rubber. You love all cock. All cock is worth your time, real or not." "That's it boy. Up and down. Up and down. Your whole body relaxing as you get into the rhythm of sucking. Up and down. Up and down. Let your mind focus solely on the motion of your body. Up and down. Up and down. Breathe through your nose as you move up and down. Breathe in and out. Up and down. You love this. You need this. Up and down. In and out. Up and down. You feel complete when you have a cock in your mouth. You wish for nothing but to make cock feel as good as it makes you feel. Move up and down. Breathe in and out. Relaxed. Comfortable. Secure in your place as a holster for cock. Flatten your tongue against the bottom of the cock and move up and down. Up and down. However good you're making that cock feel, you feel ten times as good. Your whole body relaxing as you breathe in and out of your nose as you move up and down with your mouth. In and out. Up and down. In and out. Up and down. "No need to be embarrassed, it's natural to moan as you suck cock. You're enjoying your life's greatest pleasure and so you should let the man know how grateful you are for allowing you to do this to him. Moan, groan, squeal if you feel the urge, just make sure you keep moving up and down that cock. Breathing in and out of your nose as you go. Never stopping, never slowing. Slowly taking just a little bit more of that cock in your mouth each time you go down. Every bit of new cock you taste filling you with even more joy, deepening your desire for cock. Every cock you suck, every inch you swallow, every spurt of precum you taste only increases your craving for more. Your mouth was made for cock and you want it full all the time. Breathe in and out. Move up and down. Good boy." Look you've almost reached the bottom and that wasn't hard at all was it? In fact it was the most pleasurable things you can ever remember experiencing isn’t it? You love nothing more than breathing in and out as you move up and down a nice cock. Body so relaxed and comfortable that your throat slowly and gently opens up to allow the cock to go in deeper. Your body is so hungry for more cock that it will open up to allow room for more. Just like that boy, impale yourself deeper on that cock each time you go down. And up. And down. Breathe in. Breathe out. The entirety of your being focused on thanking that cock for making you feel so good. Worship it. Take it all the way to the balls, suck it boy. Suck it hard, suck it fast. Your tempo increasing as you go further and further down but your body staying just as calm and relaxed as ever. That's it boy suck it with all you've got, make it feel so good, take it all the way, your own pleasure increasing a hundred times with every slurp of that delicious cock. When you bottom out boy, when you've taken the whole giant cock you thought you'd never be able to fit half of in your mouth, you'll cum and it'll be the best orgasm of your life. Your love of cock, no your addiction to it, will be cemented deeply within you. You'll only ever cum again by sucking cock and making it feel so good, just like it makes you feel. Good boy. Almost there. In and out. Up and down. Now cum!" You do. With a massive black rubber dildo making your throat bulge out your own cock erupts hands free in the hardest orgasm of your life. Shot after shot comes out of your rock hard cock dripping through your pants and pooling on the floor. You gasp and moan on the cock but never remove it from your over-full throat. You don't want to remove it. It's making you feel better than you ever have before. You sadly do have to remove yourself from it after your orgasm subsides when Dan tells you to pull off. Dazed, you look up at him and he smiles at the sight. A complete mess kneels beneath him. Mouth dripping from the hard use it just had, crotch coated in cum, glazed eyes staring up at him before darting to his own crotch. He's got himself a good catch tonight. He ruffles you on the head once more and you only moan in response and bury your head in his crotch. He pulls you back, albeit with some difficulty, and quickly undoes his zipper and pulls down his pants. You quickly latch onto the cock under his underwear and start sucking and licking and moaning feverishly. "Good boy" you hear making you work with even more fervor if that were possible. "But you can't just jump on every cock you see. We've got to sharpen that cock lust into a tool, not a blunt weapon. Let's start right now. You're gonna stop sucking and let me use your mouth instead. We've covered the gentle motion of a cock entering your throat, now let's get you used to a cock pounding your throat with no regards to how you feel. So stop sucking boy. Now." Whimpering in frustration you manage to pull yourself off and sit there in a cock hungry fugue. You desperately want him to stop talking and just shove his cock in you already but you know you must sit and wait and do what the man with the delicious glorious cock should say. Just as you will do for anyone who gave you a taste of their juicy wonderful cocks from now on. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Deepthroat")]]

The normally nice and pleasant vibes coming off Dan fade immediately as you tell him you can’t do it. "Pathetic" you hear softly drip out of his mouth with pure disgust. You feel bad about not being up for the challenge but you think he's being a little harsh you explain and ask if you could move down to a smaller, easier dildo first and work your way up. The contemptuous look in his eyes gives you your answer before his lips part and venom spills out. "I don't think so boy" he says with extra emphasis and disgust on the word boy. "You clearly don't deserve any more of my time. I didn't expect you to be able to take the entire thing down your throat immediately. I just wanted you to try. To attempt to take down what you could. But no, you were too scared, too lazy to even try. You're not worth the time it would take to train you into a competent cocksucker. A boy who won't try doesn't deserve anything from me, and will never earn my cock." You hang your head in shame as his words bore into you, filling you with humiliation. Normally you would brush off his words as overly harsh and unwarranted but for some reason you take everything he says to heart. You really do feel unworthy of getting to suck cock you tell him, choking back tears. Not just his cock, but any cock your guilty conscience explains. A boy who won't try is worthless you tearfully echo back to him as you stare up in despair. You think you see a momentary smile flash across his face but it is quickly replaced by the stern, disappointed look you've been seeing all night. You sniff as you look back at the dildo on the table and wish you had just tried to take it like he wanted when you suddenly feel a hand on your head forcing you down onto the cock choking and spluttering. "That's right you pathetic excuse for a faggot. You don't deserve cock, any cock. You should be grateful that you even get to choke down this fake one; it's more than your worthless ass is entitled to. Every inch of rubber dick making your eyes water as it goes down your throat is an inch more than you deserve so quit resisting and suck it down faggot. You should be grateful that a dildo deigns to let you touch it. You don't deserve that much. Cock is something for boys to pleasure and worship, not for pathetic lazy faggots like you to get their grubby little mitts on." Tears flow down your face as Dan forces you ever deeper down the cock but whether they're from you choking and gagging or deep shame as you internalize Dan’s words you can't tell. You do your best to try and swallow the large dildo as much as you can but you can barely take half of it. It's both too thick and too long and very quickly you feel yourself growing weak. You manage to force the dildo so far down your throat that you can't breathe but Dan's hands don't let up. The blackness starts to creep in at the edge of your vision and just before you pass out completely he relents and drags your head up for a huge breath of air. You thank him between gasps for the air for the honor of letting your worthless mouth suck a cock facsimile. You know you don’t deserve it and you are grateful for the experience. His frown never waivers and you can tell he's still disgusted to have to see such a pathetic display from a pathetic faggot. You stare at him silently, waiting for him to tell what you do, unsure of exactly why. You don't understand it but everything he tells you takes root deep down within you. It’s almost like he's not telling you new information about yourself, but rather reminding you of things you already knew but had somehow forgotten. It makes perfect sense that you don't deserve the honor and privilege of cock and you're horrified that the men in your past had to suffer your subpar blowjobs. You vow to Dan to never again touch a cock and for the first time you see him smile with real affection in his eyes. "Oh of course not my little sub-fag. I know you crave the feel of a hot throbbing cock parting your lips and making its way down your throat more than anything in the world but that will never be anything more than a craving again. Don't be too sad though little guy, I've thought up a solution that might help take some of the sting away from the denial of your life's most fervent passion. You see I have many, many toys. My dildo collections numbers well into the dozens which unfortunately means that many go months without seeing any sort of use. A real shame but I simply don't have the desire to suck on them like say the pathetic sniveling little faggot in front of me does and I don’t have boys over often enough who share my enthusiasm for watching someone suck rubber cocks. It seems wrong to just let them sit unloved though so you’re gonna help me change that. "I’m gonna take your sorry ass home with me tonight and you're gonna kiss each and every dildo on the head and thank it for letting such pathetic subhuman lips touch it. Then tomorrow you'll lovingly hand wash each dildo praising it for looking like the cock you crave so much, apologizing for touching it with your filthy unworthy hands, and you'll put each one back away with the tenderness of a mother tucking away her baby. And this will be your life from now on. You'll do whatever you can to take care of my dildos, whenever it's needed. You'll devote yourself to their care, to showing them the attention they deserve, and you'll be grateful for each and every second you get to spend in the same room as them knowing how unworthy you are of their presence. You will thank them with the deepest most sincere part of your heart every time you lay eyes on one for its generosity in allowing you to do so. Once you have proven yourself with your service to them, you will be allowed to pleasure them, aware of how beneath them it is to be sucked by you, but thankful for each and every inch of rubber cock your tongue gets to taste. You will use your body to pleasure every single dildo with as much gusto and energy as you would a real cock you so crave, and you will do whatever hole you can to make them feel good. "I won't be your master; you're far too worthless for that. Your master will be hunks of silicone and rubber and you will know that even that is more than you deserve. My toys are your life now faggot, but you are their toy. And you can start by cleaning your disgusting throat slime off this one here and apologizing for profaning it with your nasty mouth. Hop to it faggot. You've got a lot of kissing to do tonight and it's getting late. You'll want to be rested for your first day tomorrow. Your new masters won't accept sub-par service and you'd do anything to please them isn't that right fag?" You nod furiously, staring at the god you'd had down your throat only a few minutes ago with new appreciation and promise to worship it for the rest of time. A promise you will keep with every waking moment of your life. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Toy Toy")]]

You leap out bed in the morning and rush off to the bathroom to relieve yourself before getting to work. The thing is though, once you get yourself presentable, you can’t exactly remember what the work you were supposed to be doing is. It feels urgent, you really have the sense you need to get going, but you can’t figure out where. Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation. As you spend the day in your hotel room your mind keeps slipping back to thinking about that work, and for some reason, dildos. You have one or two back at home but for some reason that doesn’t seem like enough anymore. You vow that as soon as you get back you’ll buy at least a dozen more. No, two dozen. Three! You try and shake off the sudden lust for rubber dick as you get ready to head to the hotel lobby and head out for the night. You should find something to distract you before you end up blowing your savings on filling your house with fake cock. You gain 2 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +2) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $deepthroat to 1)

You extend your hand out and give Damien a shake and tell him you’re his for the night. Gear maintenance is an important skill and it might come in handy to showcase it in the contest tomorrow. You quickly change into a hotel uniform given to you by the visibly relieved bartender and stand by the entrance to the bar with a little shoe shine booth complete with chair and cleaning tools awaiting your first customer. You stand there awkwardly trying to make eye contact with people in the bar to get them to come over until you feel a force on your shoulders pushing you to the ground. You turn around to find Damien with his hands on your shoulders. "Good shoe shine boys show deference to their clients. It's a power trip for some of the folks who will be using your services tonight. Get down there and show them you're ready to be of service." His advice works. Pretty quickly after you kneel in front of your chair your first customer comes drunkenly swaying over and plops himself in the shoe shine chair. "Clean em boy" he slurs with a sneer on his face. "Show me why I should bother tipping your sorry ass." You grimace as you start clearing the shoe of any detritus of your douchebag first client but quickly find yourself ignoring his drunken ramblings and focusing your sole attention on his shoes. Tall black leather boots that have clearly been worn for years but regularly maintained make for easy cleaning and before long you open the bottle of polish to begin the shine part. The not entirely unpleasant smell of the polish burning strongly in your nostrils you begin to brush it onto his leather boots and marvel at the difference your actions make. The leather sings as you brush across it, shining so brightly in the light where your hands have been. Lost in your work, you're almost disappointed when your hand finishes its final spot scrub and you have a beautiful pair of boots staring back at you. For whatever reason, you actually really enjoyed that. The man grumbles that you did actually did a pretty good job and drops a tip into your lap but surprising both him and you, you find yourself handing it back to him explaining that you're just happy to polish shoes for the fun of it. He raises an eyebrow at you but shrugs and takes his money back. The next man sits down with a pair of boots that clearly haven't been maintained at all but you don't mind. A real challenge has come your way and you're determined to make them look every bit as new and shiny as the last pair. You get to work and manage to scrub the dirt and debris from his shoes and then get to your favorite part. You open the bottle of polish again and inhale deeply at the musky deep scent. You'll have to find out what brand the hotel uses you think as your mind swims in the stench as you shine the boots to perfection. It smells almost good enough to taste. Word spreads that you're doing shinings for no tips and soon you find yourself with a long line of men wanting their boots done before the contest begins tomorrow. You're thrilled. More boots means more work means more polish means more boots. Your hands move sensually up and down boot after boot, dutifully and worshipful, the world shutting down around you as you focus on the wonderful shining leather you clean and the delicious aroma of the polish. You don't remember the faces of any of the men you service, only what their boots look like. How big, strong, and manly their boots are to you as they sit in the chair and demand to be serviced. You imagine the boots are the ones in charge, the men wearing them simply an accessory. You can almost hear the boots demanding your service as you clean them, this pair strong and demanding, that pair lethargic but a perfectionist. You do your best to give all the shoes the proper respect and attention they deserve. The first time you bend forward and run your tongue over the sole of a shoe you snap out of your headspace for the first time in hours. You look up embarrassed at the owner of that boots but he simply grins and says "go ahead boy." You smile and let your tongue slowly trail across the dirty leather boots and find yourself moaning as you do. You lose yourself in the work once again only now you do all of the cleaning you can with your tongue, whimpering with desire as you kiss and lick boot after boot as you shine them, truly showing them the service they deserve. Your crotch soaked with precum, your cock forgotten as you instead focus on worshipping the shoes. You shine the biggest, most demanding pair of boots yet and are confused when they don't stand up once you're finished. Looking up you see that they belong to Damien, the bartender and the line of people you had are gone. You're alone in the bar, it must be three or four in the morning by now, but you're not satisfied. You begin to whine to Damien about needing more, god please more, you need it, when the sole of his shoe presses against your mouth shushing you up. "I know boy. I know. But there are no more boots here tonight. There will be here more for you tomorrow, and the night after and the night after. For now though why don't you take that dripping cock of yours out and show these boots just how devoted to them you really are?" You do as he says and gently set your cock on the top of his boots and slowly began thrusting against it. Damien opens a fresh bottle of polish and positions it under your nose as you rub your hard throbbing cock against his boots over and over. The smell of the polish increasing your lust, you hump with abandon as your pre-cum lubes up the boot as you hump it. Head swimming, you can barely hear the words being spoken your mind thinking of them as coming from the boots, not the man inside them. "Very good boy. Very good. You love my boots. You love all boots. You are nothing but a shoe shine boy. A bootblack. You exist to serve all boots and these boots most of all. They are your favorite. Your master. Your god. You would do anything for them. The honor of rubbing your cock against them is the greatest pleasure of your entire life. You worship them. You need them. They consume your every waking thought. Your only desire in life is to show men's boots the respect they deserve and they deserve a life of devotion and servitude. You'll stay in this hotel, stay as my boot slave forever. The only pleasure in your life, worship. The only desire in your soul, more boots. You are a pathetic boot slave only fit to lick dirt from the soles of your betters, only fit to pleasure yourself on my shoes at the end of each night. The only orgasm you'll ever feel again is the one you get from grinding your cock against these bad boys and you're eternally grateful for them for letting you do that. Now cum all over them you little shoe bitch and be sure to lick it all up. You wouldn't want to leave the sole objects of your desire dirty on your very first night of your new life would you?" You wouldn't. After your cock explodes in the best orgasm of your life you quickly lick your cum from the wonderful perfect majestic boots and the dirty ground around them, each lick from your tongue only growing your lust for them ten times. Just as you would do every night for the rest of your life. [(link:"Wake Up")[(goto:"Post Bootblack")]]

You wake with a strange taste on your tongue. Deep. Earthy. Delicious. You sit up and ponder your craving, trying to determine what it is because whatever it is, you want it bad. You crawl out of bed and kneel before the chair in the corner of the hotel room as you try to determine what it is you’re lusting after when you realize what you’ve done. And as strange as it might be to be kneeling over here, you’re really reluctant to stop. It just feels nice to spend your day kneeling in front of a chair, empty or not. You don’t really have any other place to be and it’s fun to imagine a big burly man sitting down in the chair and resting his big leather boots on your face. You are here for a fetish contest after all, let yourself fantasize about what you might find tonight a little. Eventually you concede that if you want the boot on your face to be anything more than imaginary you’ll have to go out there and find it. You get ready to head to the hotel lobby hoping that tonight you can find someone who needs their boots worshipped by a willing boy. You don’t imagine that’ll be too hard to find in this town on this night. You gain 1 experience. [(link:"Head on Out")[(goto:"Hotel Lobby")]] (set: $points to $points +1) (set: $days to $days -1) (set: $shiner to 1)

Your performance goes well, really well, but something strange happens to you in the middle of it. For whatever reason you can’t get the image of Brad winning the contest out of your head. You hate the guy, who rightfully deserves to be felt about that way, but for some reason you can’t help but shake the idea that he should be the one the crowd is cheering for instead of you. You try and shake it off and continue your talk about what kink means to you and hope that your strange faraway thoughts aren’t affecting your performance. You know you did good when the staff has you pulled backstage along with a few other guys, Ivan and Brad among them, so they can announce the results. You wait backstage with bated breath for the announcer to call out the name of the first place winner. [(link:"And the Winner is...")[(goto:"Brad Defeat")]]

The roar of the crowd snaps you awake and you look around in surprise. You're back on stage, mid bow, and the crowd is going nuts for you and Ivan, the runner up. You start at him in confusion and he shrugs at your perplexed look. You look around for Marcus but can't see him anywhere. You are ushered offstage and begin to wonder if you just had some sort of brain malfunction. It had all seemed so real. You undress back in your hotel, sad that your glimpse of paradise was just in your head when your fingers come across something in your underwear. A hard steel cage around your cock with an ornate M on the lock. As you look at it you hear his strong beautiful voice in your head. "Oh it was real little one and it will be real again soon. You have one week before you are mine completely. Enjoy your victory. Savor your time with your friends and family. Tell them you'll be leaving for a great new opportunity. Spend your time doing everything you could ever want on earth because after a week is up, you'll never see it again. You'll be mine forever in Paradise. And you will experience things there that will make what you experienced this morning feel like a slight breeze. Enjoy your week my little toy. Make it count." You look up from the cage at your smiling self in the mirror. One week. You finger your hole as you think about how best to spend your time before it begins. The contest went better than you could have ever imagined. First place. A magnificent reward. As you look back on your last week and reflect on the lives you lived you know that this was the best week of your life. And after this current week is over, you will experience an eternity that will be even better. [[The End]]

There are nine endings in Kink Week. Points only matter in the first five listed endings. The others are triggered by performing the following actions and will occur no matter your point total. First Place - Finish with a point total above 14 points Second Place – Finish with a point total between 10 and 14 Middle of the Pack – Finish with a point total between 5 and 9 Last Place – Finish with a point total between 0 and 4 Did Not Place – Finish with a point total below zero Sleepyhead – Spend all seven nights asleep in your room. Gearhead – Spend all seven nights at the vendor. You must do Brad’s event on the fourth night as it is the only time it is there and required to spend all seven nights there. Brad – Spend all seven nights with Brad. He is found in the following locations respectively each night: bar, dungeon, alleyway, vendors, club, kink store, and your room. Samuel – Collect all five items in one play-through. They do not have to be used, just collected. The items are found in the hotel restaurant, the alleyway, the animal room at the kink store, the puppy play stand at the vendors the first five days, and the latex and rubber booth the last four days. [(link:"Restart")[(reload:)]]