Sadistic Stories

Carl's parents were taking their annual month long vacation, and this year, instead of being sent to camp, he was going to spend the time with his Uncle Percy. He didn't know what to expect, but got the shock of his life. NB This story was written for my own gratification. It is not deep literature, but just about my kinks and themes. It's pretty extreme, and you are advised to read the tags carefully before proceeding.

Lost in a storm, Vaibhav and Amala stumble upon a remote BDSM resort. What begins as a passionate exploration of latex, bondage, and submission spirals into total transformation. Amala is surgically and chemically altered into a permanent rubber sex doll—sensory deprived, pierced, and objectified—while Vaibhav abandons her for Jemima, who delights in tormenting the helpless doll before planning to sell her.

Determined to keep her son from masturbating, Wes' mother resorts to cutting his cock. When Wes' sexy sister and her best friend tease him with their sexy bodies, Wes' only option is to have sex with a watermelon.

A story in the Amputee Stories Universe
Grace is beautiful, rich and wants for nothing. After knocking back the advances of the son of a powerful man her sister and her are kidnapped by him and subjected to awful abuse which leaves them both permanently disabled. Grace later learns to love her body and that being limbless has some advantages.

(A story in the Hungry For... universe: written at the request of, or in collaboration with, female fans and friends)
Story is somewhat of a collaboration between Hungry Guy and a fan.

Samantha entered the lobby like velvet sin. Curvy and lush, heavy natural breasts strained her black corset, pale skin glowing, silver barbells through hard dark nipples. Wide hips swayed in ripped fishnets, violet-streaked black hair framing green eyes. She had known it was me. “Surprise, Cousin,” she smiled. In the suite her massive tits spilled free. A true goth pain slut, she begged for blood taboo, her thick curves rippling under rough thrusts and slaps in ecstatic ruin.

I never thought I would see the splendor of New Mecca as not only was it deep in the heart of the Arabian Desert but off limits to infidels. So it came as a shock to find myself trafficked there to be a slave. The city was full of slaves and beautiful women that would be forbidden to me. Thus to save me from castration, my penis had to be securely locked by my firm-handed Arabian master. But with so many beauties to temp me, was it a mercy or a torture?