"Milk,
check. Bread, check. Tomatoes..." Michelle talked to herself and
looked in the shopping cart. "Check." she said as she saw
the plastic bag she was looking for. "Okay, I think we're done.
Let's go Ava" the she said to her daughter.
"Did you
remember supplies for evening?" Ava asked her mother. She was
still in high school, but she waited eagerly to get to university,
because it was where she was meant to go. She had inherited the
intelligence of her

"You're not
serious..."
"Yes I'm.
Don't be a sourpuss." Sara, blonde woman in her early twenties,
said.
"You...
just... why? Why did you enroll to Meatinder?" Alice, redhead
that had just turned 20 a week ago, insisted. She wanted to scream
some sense to her friends head, but it was a busy cafe and she didn't
want to look like a madwoman.
"You are on
sale on the site as girlmeat, doesn't that feel, you know,
distressing or something?" Alice lifted her hand

Jake watched the cutie with the backwards ball cap as she slowly stretched on the grass. Her skin was slick with sweat, making her thin t-shirt stick to her breasts. He’d been watching her as she did the rounds of her morning exercise. Jogging the short track through the city park, and then yoga on the grass. Her tight ass flexing as she assumed various poses worthy of a contortionist.

Her smile turned predatory when she noticed him looking and she cocked her finge

The little icon of a hangman’s noose blinked with one unread notification. Huck tapped it, curious. He never got contacts out here. He’d only downloaded it on whim, but he quickly discovered living out in the sticks made it not worth his time. He hadn’t even opened it in weeks.


Killr request in your area.


Huck flipped to his messages and eyed the request.
Someone wants to snuff

“Not as tight
as you could be? Stretched by your boyfriends huge length? Has he
been Cocking to many women and leaving you gaping? Use Luxe
ReTighten, the brand new product from Luxe Industries.”
Gilda tilted her head, looking at the
glossy poster on the wall of her local pharmacy. A stunning blonde
woman laid back on a satin bed, exposing her perfect and tight slit
between her spread legs. Gilda was fascinated, thinking about her own
. . . her boyfriend was nearly a foot long now, with how

I stepped onto the bus for
my commute to work with an another tired groan. It had become an
ordeal to head to my job an accounting firm, working in a cubicle for
a nice wage but no satisfaction. The numbers and zeroes in my bank
account had long ago stopped bringing me joy, and my latte this
morning was tepid as I tried bravely to sip it. I needed the caffeine
or I would have chucked the over-priced beverage.
I walked up the aisle of
the bus, eyeing the passengers. Nothing interesting - middle

Jobix
checked his chat contacts and his Steam friends list, but came away
disappointed. Lately, none of his friends were ever on. It used to
be, every night Jobix got into something. A game with Davidson,
roleplaying with Pylas, leading a campaign for Jonas and their group.
Fucking Kall. Now, all Jobix did was sit at home, alone at his
computer.
He'd
gone almost a week since his last real conversation with anyone. Some
of his friends had not spoken to him in several months, and Jobix was
beginn

To
the Victor Goes the Spoils Part 2
All
characters 18+ - all readers should be the same. This story contains
unwilling, cock vore, cum digestion, and lots of boners. If you’re
confused, check out Part 1 in my gallery.
Two
weeks since I’d found out what happened to my team’s wrestlers,
to the mouthy activist on campus, and to Head Coach. Two weeks since
I found out our star wrestler, Tristan, was using his cock to devour,
digest and cum out his victims like some perverted monster. Two week

Dan watched his best friend put his tray down across the lunch table from him. He was barely paying attention, staring at off into the distance annoyed at himself. He’d forgotten his lunch again, and had skipped breakfast that morning to get to his Literature class on time. The professor was a stickler for attendance and he needed the grade.


He slowly realised Jon had an unusual looking sausage in the hot dog bun on his tray, drizzled with some sort of

Succubus Den
was not just a name. The men who came to enjoy the girls thought it was just a bawdy nod to the goods you could buy within the back room of the rundown bar. Mabe it had started that way, but after Mistress Dahlia had moved in, the den was quite literal. And some men came looking for what she offered.

Claire smiled innocently at the fresh faced soldier in his uniform. He was flush with cash, newly on shore leave, and oh so nervous around girl

Speed Dating
the advert in the cafe window declared.
Find your perfect match, or at least get lunch.
Lana was curious, so she pushed through the door into the little place. It sat in an old chapel on a quiet corner just a few minutes from her apartment. The place was still gentrifying, and had cheap rent, so she’d settled here a few years ago.

The scent of vanilla candles, the good quality kind, hit her nose. She b

Grant
sighed dejectedly as the close rumble of aeroplanes leaving their
respective terminals sounded from outside. The airport was busy and
he had been waiting at his gate to board for the past 20 minutes.
Long haul flights sucked and this particular one, being over 16 hours
with one stop in between would be torturous for Grant, who hated
flying even short distances. Crowds of people rushed to and fro, some
hurrying for flights and others casually finding their way. The
terminal was large and sh

The stripclub was
dimly lit, most of the illumination coming from flashing lights on
the writhing dance floor. I sat at the edge of the floor, sipping my
drink at the bar as I watched the writhing crowd with nervous
butterflies in my stomach.
I looked up in
surprise as a big tiger settled beside me, the man a tower of muscle.
I snuck a peek at his toned body under the tight clothes he wore,
feeling my wolfhood harden as I took in the delicious sight. He
smiled back and I blushed.
“How
are you

The statue garden was beautiful. Among the roses and climbing ivy, each perfect marble figure was placed with care. The plants complementing the shockingly white stone, curling around curled toes or arched soles, as if caressing them. The statues were carefully kept clean of plants that might scar the soft stone, and protected from the weather by the glass dome that enclosed it all.

After all, the Collector didn’t want his prizes damaged until he was done with them

“For tonight, we have a special show for you all!” The Bad End was much more lively than usual tonight, so much so that the voice over the speakers was barely loud enough to be heard over the packed crowd. Even still, it was plain to all that heard it that someone else was speaking compared to the usual MC.
Scott walked out onto his stage, wearing little more than a sky blue tube top, a black skirt and thigh-high black socks. In his left hand was a microphone, and with his free hand

It wasn’t often that Ethan bothered meeting up with people he spoke to online. The few times he tried, they ended up being too creepy, or antisocial, or just plain boring. But, being the literal social butterfly he was, every time he got too lonely, he found himself crawling back to his phone and making another account on some other trashy dating app.
The bug boy had a lot of things going for him that helped him find matches, too; He was young, kind, and always in a good mood, smiling abou

The warm night air felt good against Scott’s exposed midriff as he walked home from a long day at the club. His legs were sore, his arms tired, and every part of him was demanding the soft embrace of his bed.
As he walked down the street however, he heard a voice from the alley beside him and a hand grip him tightly by the arm. “Get the fuck over here.” Those were the only words spoken to him as he was painfully yanked into the dimly-lit alleyway and pushed up against the cold

Looking for a good time? HUGE ORGY going on! Girls and cute boys welcome! Address is 13 Lavender Lane! Just knock on the door three times, two seconds apart so we know you saw the ad! See you there~
You know, ads for free, wild sex sound fucking awesome in theory. No doubt Jobix wasn’t alone in that thought. He saw the ad online in passing once or twice as he scrolled through his messages and social media feed and thought nothing of it.
Sure, the idea of no-commitment sex sounded appeali

Keegan nervously knocked on the door to the large flat in front of him. A friend of a friend had offered to “introduce” him to a cute boy he’d been crushing on for a while, but had only given him an address and a time to show up.
He waited in silence for a moment, before the door opened up and he was greeted by a very pleasant sight. Smiling at him through the doorway was a cute blonde boy with shoulder-length blonde hair, dressed in a fishnet tank top, exposing his bare chest

It
was a feverish sort of dream, one he spent half his nights up
dreaming, sometimes dressed only in stockings and panties, sometimes
not dressed at all. Tonight, he wore a pair of orange and black
panties, bulged tightly over his crotch, lacing snug around his hips.
He
had a chat open on his computer, his eyes fixed on the last message:
“Then I'd jerk off. You still have no idea what it's like. Rubbing
out a human that's become your dick. Maybe I'll let you experience
part of that, someday so

The sounds of stifled moans and gagging could be heard behind the locked door of Sam’s office. The “perfectly legal casino” the ponytailed blond boy was running in the floors below easily drowned out the sound of his escort’s efforts as he took Sam’s cock in his throat.
It seemed like a no-brainer; a fat five grand for one night of action in Sam’s private office was more than Scott had hoped to make all month. He jumped on that offer the same way he jumped on

Cockvore Royale
Part 4- Gold
What an amazing sleep it had been. Who knew it would be so much work to wrestle three men down his cock. Each one had given him so much muscle and strength that he was starting to look entirely different. He started yesterday as just some skinny south Asian guy, probably from India but today he was waking up a different man. Thanks to his victims he now had nice square shoulders, some lean pecs and the start of a nice set of abs. Plus his dick had packed on a few in

The kitchen was already buzzing when I got there. I grabbed my apron off the hook by the door, pulling it on as I crossed the flagstone floor and fell into the familiar rhythm. I’d worked in the palace kitchens for a year now, and it always felt relaxing to fall into the smooth, efficient operation.

“What’s the agenda today boss?” I stopped besides the head chef, a huge man man that all the staff called Freddy. I didn’t know what his real na

There weren’t days, as such, in the life of a production boy. There was sleeping time and waking time, and feeding time, but #23547-J hadn’t moved from his place on the line since being plugged in. He could see the other boys around him, all of them locked into their stations like he was, all of them grunting softly as the machines that gave their lives meaning worked quietly to suck an endless stream of boy milk out of them. He vaguely recalled thinking that he would get used to the

It was over a hundred degrees in Afghanistan and Private Jacob Stickley was laying on his cot in the barracks tent, one hand down the front of his standard-issue green boxers, hot, horny, and bored as all hell. Of course, just when he was starting to get somewhere, his Lieutenant pushed through the tent flap.




“Stickley, what the hell are you doing?”

    

Sean set the bar back on the weight rack with a heavy sigh. It had been a good workout day. He knew most people in the campus gym, it was always a pretty tight-knit group, and closer than ever these days. Quite a few of his bros clapped him on the back or ass on his way to the locker room, complimenting him on his set. Sean was a marathon runner, so he wasn’t as big as some of the other regulars, but he held the record for most reps