Torture Stories

(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.

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?

A woman's wedding day is supposed to be the most wonderful day of her life, a day that she'll always remember. In this story, the bride's wedding day was anything but the most wonderful day of her life, but certainly one that she would never forget

Story of myself torture #2 is my ongoing ordeals where I sexually torture myself for the pain induced orgasms I so desire.

A nasty vampire with flogging fetish has troubled the land and the queen is not happy about it. Poor Janine is stuck with the mission of dealing with it.

My eyes watered, tears mixing with the drool, streaming down my face as I was face fucked into oblivion, the sound of my gagging and screaming the only music in the dark room. The assault was so intense, so overwhelming, that my body began to rebel. It was not just saliva. It was a physical expulsion of fluids triggered by the sheer thickness of the intrusion. I gagged, a convulsive heave that had no escape route, and it came out in a thick, clear stream of mucus.