I’ll be honest: My life is easy. But I earned it. I spend much of my day on the sofabed, totally naked, being pampered by my comfort slaves. Many other harem owners prefer to be clothed while the slaves wear nothing, but I do the opposite. My servants are clothed (granted, the slave “clothing” is really just a large piece of thin cloth draped around their bodies) and my guests and I are naked. I find nudity more relaxing and the dressings to be an obvious marking of servitude. The only exception to this rule is my closest slave and “husband,” Finn. But he is a special servant, so we’ll discuss him later. But even Finn, along with all the other servants, had to be marked when he first arrived. New slave arrivals are tied to a table and branded with a hot iron in the buttocks. The brand a simple letter “S” for servant, or slave depending on who asks. Every new slave lets out a blood curdling scream when they are branded, so I imagine it is very painful. Fortunately, though the pain does not seem to last longer than a few days.
Author: whatsalibertarian
[F]->[T] The experiment
It’s time. Time to take part in the experiment. Time to make history. I’m sitting in the waiting room. I’ve been locked in. No going back now. Besides, acquiring a penis is a small deed to do for ten grand. Anyway, the buzzer just went off. It’s time. “Hello, test subject,” says a voice over the intercom. “Please enter the door ahead of you and proceed.” The wall in front of me opens, revealing a passageway, turning right. I go ahead. As I walk through some winding corridors, the voice comes on again. “This passageway will lead you to a changing room. When you arrive, you will have 90 seconds to remove all of your clothing. Your clothing will be kept for you to retrieve after the experiment.” Sure enough, the change room is there. I step inside, and quickly take off my dress, and then my underwear. I stare at my vagina for a moment. I might miss it, sure. But I’m a bit excited for my new penis, and more excited for my money. I wait for a while, and another hidden door opens. “Please follow the passageway to the decontamination room.” I walk through, and arrive. It’s a good-sized room, empty except for a tunnel. “Walk through the tunnel in a natural fashion,” says the voice. Natural? I try to act natural as I walk the twenty feet, but I feel as though I looked kind of ridiculous. Oh well. As I walk through, I am sprayed with water of varying temperatures. I arrive on the other side of the room, and there is a large steel door in front of me. “When the door opens, step into the room. Please stand back.” The door swings open.It reveals a small room, about fifteen feet long, with another steel door. It’s an airlock! I step inside, and the door swings shut behind me. “Equalizing radiation,” says the voice. I start to feel nervous. What if the radiation hurts? I hope it doesn’t. I feel a bit tired, and a headache begins. “This room is extremely radioactive, and can kill in minutes. However, the decontamination process chemically enhanced your genes to withstand the negative effects of the radiation for the experiment to take place.” Good thing I paid attention in bio class, I feel a bit better now. The large steel door ahead of me swings open, and I am instructed to enter the room ahead. I comply, and the door swings shut behind me. This room is about the size of a classroom. It is mostly empty (surprise), except for a pool in the center of the room. It’s five feet by five feet, and filled with a toxic-looking green goop. Yuck. “Test subject, please enter the pool in front of you. Sit at neck depth, and do not ingest any of the liquid.” More yuck. I stride over to the pool, and dip my toe in. Fortunately, it doesn’t smell. I climb in carefully, and once I have my footing, find the concrete seat inside. It’s about the temperature of a hut tub. I sit down, and feel my vagina once more. I may be saying goodbye to it. “This substance is an excellent conductor of radiation. When the process begins, the radiation will enter your body, and, after an hour, the process will be complete. Please relax. The process will begin in thirty seconds. Do not exit the pool before the process is over. I adjust myself, and let my hair rest outside of the pool. I tilt my head back. *I’m ready,* I think. “Three, two, one. Process beginning.” I feel nothing. I begin to wonder if it’s working, when I feel the fatigue begin to intensify. *It must be working.* I relax, and rest. About twenty minutes have passed when I snap back to reality. I’m getting a penis! I put my hand to my vagina, or what’s left of it. I feel a rush of adrenaline when I feel the head of a penis peaking out. Wow! This is amazing! I decide to just let it happen, and check back when the process is done. I lean back again, and drift off to sleep. The buzzer wakes me up. “The process is now complete. Please exit the pool now.” I climb up out. Wow, that was warm. I feel very thirsty. Suddenly, out of my peripheral vision, I see something. My new cock. About seven inches long, uncut. No other part of my body seems to have changed. I feel my penis, and I feel the sensation I got when I touched my vulva. I can’t wait to jack off later. A wall opens up near me. Two scientists, dressed in heavy haz-mat suits, emerge. “Hello, test subject,” says one of them. “Let’s begin part two of the experiment.”
A challenge (Part 2) [Str8] [mmfff] [reluc] [blkmail]
**HOUR 2**
I’ve seen videos and heard from friends about sex toys, but, man. There are so many in this one cupboard. Some of them I could vaguely understand the purpose of, but some just made no sense. “Jesus Christ,” says Rachel. “They’re really serious about this.” Of course they are. It probably wouldn’t be the best idea to call their bluff on the whole mass murder thing. “Hey, Kyle, come on. We’re gonna start working on screenplay,” says Emily from the other side of the editing room. “Man, if only there was food down here,” says Maggie. “Oh well,” says Emily. “I’ll buy us some Wendy’s when we get out of here. In any case, first things first. What kind of porno do you want to make?” Everyone awkwardly shifts in their seats. “Come on, guys,” says Maggie, “We’re all about to have sex with each other. If we win this, we’ll go our separate ways and never see each other again. What genre are we gonna do?” Jeremy clears his throat. “Well, um, I didn’t want to say it first, but lesbian porn does sell well-” “What? Ew, no!” interrupts Emily. “Emily,” says Maggie, “He’s got a point. We’ll do it if it means our lives and our freedom.” Emily shoots Maggie a disapproving look. “Alright. Whatever. Lesbian is on the table. What else?” the group goes through a list of possible genres.
A challenge (Part 1) [Str8] [mmfff] [reluc] [blkmail]
I wake up tied in a chair. Where am I? The last thing I remember was going to sleep at home. I take in my surroundings for a moment. I’m tied in a small dining chair. Nearby are four people, tied to similar chairs and also unconscious. One other dude, and three girls. They look about my age, seventeen or eighteen. One of the girls is wearing pyjamas, the rest of them are in normal clothes. Have we been kidnapped?! Oh my God! I look around the room some more. It’s an L-Shaped room, and we’re all tied in the corners of it. On one side of the “L”, to my left, is an empty hallway with a door on the right hand side. At the end of the hallway is a cupboard. To my right, there are a few desks with computers. On the left of that hallway are some windows, with a view of a bedroom. Inside the room are some cameras and lighting equipment. What the hell is this? Where are the exits. One of the other girls wakes up. “Huh?” She seems as confused as I was. Despite her obliviousness, I ask her anyway, “What do you remember?” “Nothing really. I was walking… where am I?” Suddenly, the dude wakes up, followed by the girl who was wearing pyjamas. A massive argument breaks out. “Who the hell are you people?” “Where am I?” the last girl, who had been quiet for the entire time, suddenly pipes up. “QUIET!” How long had she been conscious? Maybe before me… “First things first, let’s get this straight. We’ve been kidnapped.” Great. Another thing off the bucket list. “Now, I’m Emily. What are all your names?” “I’m Maggie,” says the girl in the pyjamas. “Rachel,” says the girl who I had just talked to. “I’m Kyle,” I say. “Jeremy,” says the other dude. “Great,” says Emily. “Now, we gotta get these ropes undone-” her voice is cut off by the loud, screechy feedback from a microphone. “Hello? Is this thing on?” says a voice, coming from a loudspeaker hidden somewhere. “Hi. Now, I bet you’re all confused, frightened, I need you to listen very carefully.” The five of us fall into dead silence. “You’ve been kidnapped. Not a soul knows where you kids are. Your hometowns have issued Amber Alerts, but you’re far from there now.” Really? How could I have been taken so far in my sleep? It makes no sense! “Now, I drugged you all.” Oh. *That* makes sense. “There are two groups of you, in different rooms. Don’t try to yell, the other group won’t be able to hear you. Now, only one group is going to be released alive. The other group will be killed brutally.” “Holy shit,” says Jeremy. “Shut up,” replies Maggie. “Now, which group will be which? It’s easy. Each group has twelve hours to write, film, edit, and submit a porno. Whichever one we like the best will win.” The group makes terrified faces at eachother. “The winning group will be released, the losers will be killed. I will come back on the loudspeaker again in twelve hours. Each of you has a bedroom and a bathroom to use as a set, film equipment, a cupboard of sex toys, and computers with state-of-the-art editing software. These are to be quality films. You may do any style of film you like, there are no limits to genre. Don’t worry, these videos will not be put on the internet. These are only for us. Good luck. I’ll speak to you in twelve hours.” We all look eachother in the eyes. “He’s serious,” I say. “Of course he’s serious,” says Rachel. We start arguing again. I look over to Emily, and see that she’s already out of the chair. “Alright. Lemme untie you guys.”
[Fiction] [Gay] [mm] Camp shower
When I was 14, I used to volunteer at a summer camp as a “Counselor in training”, not quite a camper but not a member of staff either. It was great fun, I learned lots about leadership and camping.
Anyway, there were two staff members in charge of Counselors in training (CITs): Rodney, and Beth. I happened to be staying at the same campsite as Beth.
Now that you’re filled in, let the story begin!
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It was Tuesday night. Day two of the week. Our campsite, Big Oak, was having a campfire with another campsite, Maple leaf. It was going pretty great. The staff put the CIT’s in charge of everything: Tending to the fire, keeping the campers in line, and, of course, songs and skits. Everything was going well, I was in charge of keeping the fire stoked. My mates Andrew and Logan were singing some classic songs to entertain the crowd. It was all going pretty well.
A Scout Trip (Part 2) [MMM]
Characters: James (Reader), Zach, Shane, Chris, Harry, David
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After much debate, The beds are decided. Zach, Shane, and I in one bed, and Chris, Harry, and David in the other. Zach, the largest, would sleep in the middle, with me and Shane on either side. I figure Zach should emit plenty of body heat. He seems fat, but beneath that flab is lots of muscle, burning calories and making heat. Awesome. Shane, however, has a bit of muscle, but is kind of skinny. Less warm. We decide to just get it over with and climb in to bed. We awkwardly strip nude. Everyone tries to look away from each other, but being on a swim team, I’m pretty used to male nudity. We get into bed. Zach’s size proves to be a bit problematic, but it’s nothing more than our hips touching gently. It’s actually kind of pleasant. I see the dicks of both Zach and Shane briefly. They’re both circumsized. It’s weird that I didn’t know that, despite knowing them both for years. “Good night guys,” says David, and he turns out the lights.
A Scout Trip (Part 1) [MMM]
Characters: James (Reader), Zach, Shane, Chris, Harry, David
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I step over a snowy branch. “Wow, it’s pretty cold,” I think. “We’ve been hiking for 6 hours now.” I start to feel hungry. Zach, ahead of me, calls out. “OK, We’re going over a river now. It’s very important that we are careful. There is one raft. It should fit all 6 of us.” I see the raft in the distance. It’s a small, flat, wooden thing. 6 of us? How could we all possibly fit on that? Before I can argue, Shane ushers me aboard. He’s pretty short, but he has enough muscle to get me on. Once all 6 of us are on, I’m beginning to wonder if this is a good idea. “Maybe we should take two trips,” I say. “Don’t worry,” says Chris. “Besides, if only 3 went over, how would we get it back?” “Yeah,” adds Harry. “Scouter Wayne told us to do this.” Yeah, like he cares. Scouter wayne is 75km away. Zach pushes off, and the raft begins the 10 metre trip across the river. This isn’t going to work. What if we tip? It’s pretty dark out, we won’t be able to make our way to the cabin we booked with wet flashlights. As I contemplate this, it happens.