Laken kicked the curb, scuffing the shoes he’d polished so carefully that morning. Yet another shitty interview, in a hot stuffy office, with a balding manager who’d looked down his nose at him. This one hadn’t even pretended to seriously consider him. Laken stripped off his suit jacket before it could get sweat stains and carried it over one arm. His white shirt was probably done for already.

The allure of an ice cream at the corner store called out as

Cassius Dexsius led a small group of men up the rock face. Every step made his muscles scream. He couldn’t remember where his sword had ended up, perhaps it was still embedded in one of the barbarians. The rain washed the blood off his armor, but it also made every step a treacherous fight to keep from slipping on the wet grass or sharp, slick rocks.

The cave. The slight curve of its mouth yawned open just over the rise. If he could get his men there, then they&rsq

There were always young men hanging around the docks. Young fathers out of work; older sons with mothers and siblings to feed; orphans who had grown up hard, or the ones who had been thrown out when they turned 18 and their parents didn’t legally have to take care of them anymore.

They were the reason the fishing boats of Gotsal always came in with a good catch, and the town’s market was renowned for the size and plumpness of its fish. No one remembered who h

Daisy Vanwolden was rich. She liked to remind people of that fact, and it was one of the reasons she always had a small herd of boytoys at her beck and call. If she’d been a popstar, they’d have been called groupies, but Daisy would’ve scoffed at any such comparison. She was above
groupies.
In another century, they would’ve been her courtiers.

But Daddy Vanwolden was new money, not old money. Oil, or finance, or t

“Trick or Treat?” Copper had rarely felt more bored in his life. He robotically asked the questions, offering two pumpkin-shaped baskets full of orange and green skull stickers.

The fox in front of him was bracing himself against the cold. He frowned as he peered at the baskets Copper offered him. “Which is which?”

Copper huffed. “Orange skulls are trick, which means you’re off the menu. Green skulls are treat,

I couldn’t meet Josiah’s eyes whenever I passed him in the hall. It was becoming unbearable. But I couldn’t even look down, because everytime I did, I saw the bulge in his jeans and imagined what it’d feel like inside me.

Then we got paired up for an English assignment. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” I swore under my breath as Mrs Gilmath handed out the assignment sheet. I was going to be stuck with him, every class, for a month. How the hell was

Dantalion had just finished the last slice of his pizza, pepperoni with anchovies - a combo he’d eat anyone who judged him for - when the doorbell rang again. He dimly realised he’d left the pizza boy’s joggers and wet socks on the doorstep, so when he opened the door it was with a slight flush of embarrassment.

The guy from the Chinese restaurant was looking at them. He was cute, shaved head, big bulky body, maybe he wrestled.

The bar was packed with space grunts. No surprise there, they all were. Captain Brody Shanks considered finding somewhere less crowded but then shook it off as a fruitless search.
The Goliath
had pulled into port and there were thousands of soldiers on shore leave after months in space. Him included.

Seven billion soldiers listless and bored with nothing to do. Or was it eight billion? Whatever. Captain Brody Shanks didn’t really c

“Galactic Shipping Co. We pack them better. What can I do for you?” The jingle rolled off my tongue with a hollow sound, and my response was so automatic it took a moment for my brain to catch up to my eyes. Two men stood in front of the reception desk - which really needed a polish, or to be thrown out - and both of them looked about as bored as I felt.

The paint was peeling on the walls, and the marble tiles were chipped and scuffed. By the scruffy beards a

Tap, tap, tap. Boots hitting the tiles as someone approached. The mimic's eyes were hidden and so he couldn’t see them. The rustle of clothes, maybe unlacing a fly or undoing a belt. That wasn’t unusual, this was a bathroom. The mimic waited for any indication that they were here for more than relieving their bladder.

The heavy splash of water into the basin, a sigh of relief, then more clothes rustling. They left and the mimic settled back into quiet hiberna

Sho scratched his belly as he wandered to the kitchen. The lean Asian guy had only bothered to pull on boxer-briefs for his expedition out of his room, which were tight enough to show off his circumcised cock head if you looked closely. He paused at the fridge, about to grab some milk and a clean glass, when he heard a yelp from the lounge room.

“Hey, Adam, you ok?” It was, Sho realised, a silly question given Adam could bench press a truck but he had the nat

“I don’t know how you convinced the jocks to do this.” Darrel said, between grunts from the weight of the drum in his hands.

“My brother is the assistant coach and he talked it up to them.” Jet grabbed the door as Darrel reached it, and held it open until he was safely through. “I’m pretty stoked, I think this will be an A for sure.”

“It better be, I’ve nearly pulled a muscle twice so f

A mid 20's cub goes to his first big bear event and gets turned on by the private transformation area. He gets musk-drunk and can't help but beg to get dicked by a daddy bear.




Dylan pulled off his jersey while his teammate, and sometimes fuckbuddy, prattled in his ear. He stuffed the sweaty jersey in his bag, only half listening to Saaj.



“Come on, it’ll b

The chip in Petro’s brain fed information straight to his ocular implant, and right now it was telling him the value of the guy in front of him. $8,009, which was not bad considering. It also told Petro everything that made up that price. He was athletic, grade A physical health, a B grade student when he was in high school, he’d taken a gap year before university and was a barista for a chain coffee shop but only worked a few hours a week, and had no dependants or long term romantic

“Bro, is that a stripper?” Jake’s eyes boggled as he looked the machine up and down. “What the hell do you have one of those for?”

Tadeo’s father had picked up the decommissioned stripper at a secondhand auction, the kind where they disposed of old government property. It had come from a high school biology classroom. The thing was one of the more ancient models, and sat in their garage for as long as Tadeo could remember.

The Bear and the Wolf Packs



Oh no.


Oh nonono.



The bearman froze in place - narrow room. No windows. The occasional clay

pot

therein - clearly a storage room.



But that meant dead e

HuManure testing facility 32-A was usually a reasonably quiet, orderly facility. As one of the smaller facilities, it didn't get a lot of research to do, mostly being relegated to being a breeding farm and training site for the resulting new stallions. However, today was proving to be different.The staff of the facility heard the chatter of a raucous crowd echoing through the halls. Those that popped their heads out of the saw a uniformed herd of teenage boys wandering through the labs. The red

"You look stressed today. Is everything okay?" Ethan asked, looking at his dad."What, me?" the father asked. He gave a short peek to his son, his grey wolf eyes darting to him, before returning to the road ahead. Even after twenty years, the sharp dart made Ethan shiver. "Nothing for you to worry about." Robert said and gave his son a grin, revealing the row of sharp teeth. When he had been young, it had been hard for Ethan to look at his father while he smiled. Only in his teens he had grown co

Tych III – The Contest

Contains: M/M, AV, Digestion, Disposal








    
Tych laid impatiently on his front room couch, lightly drumming on his slightly chubby tummy.
Where is this guy? We have to leave, and soon.
He thought to himself. Tych ran one of his hands through his ca

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Month: ERROR

    

Year: ERROR

    

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Master Sam made my cock stand at attention tonight. He did that every night, but when he was in skin-tight leather pants and no shirt, it might’ve been harder. I followed behind him, eyes demurely lowered, as we were waved into
Balls,
the BDSM club we frequented. I’d met Sam at
Balls
and we’d kicked off our relationship here. I wore the customary yellow collar of a taken submissive; Sam wore blue as a dominant.

Danny had a nice cock. It was thick, with a helmet head that was nicely shaped and very sensitive. His circumcision scar was light, and the head was bared quite tightly. Right now, he was enjoying it very much. Danny’s hairy legs were spread, and his balls bounced as he jerked off. It was messy, lube dripping onto the towel he’d spread over his bed. His cock made wet
shluck schlick
sounds as his hand slid up and down it.

He w

Luke IV: Guilds

Contains: OV, M/M, Digestion, Disposal





    
Luke exited the Student affairs building and rubbed his now flatter gut, sighing contentedly. He hefted the small pouch of gold he had received from Hieronymus for dispatching the mage Andrus and he opened the sack and quickly counted its contents before tying the small sack to his belt. He st

Johno was almost vibrating with excitement as the car pulled into a spot, and his boyfriend Masuda turned off the engine. The big stallion had a silly grin on his face as he pulled himself out of the too-small car, unfolding to his naturally impressive size courtesy of a draft horse grandfather. Masuda followed slower, the Egyptian Maui smiling more sedately and carrying himself with grace as he locked the old wagon up and strode around to Johno.

His soft flicking ears

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

Andy and Jenny had known when they agreed to this shoot that it would end with the two of them being cooked. This was only the natural outcome for a couple of nubile, succulent young men like themselves showing off their bare skin in a restaurant setting, displaying their mouthwatering hams and their toothsome sausages and their smooth, supple bodies. It was the restaurant owner’s condition for letting them do a gay porn shoot in his establishment, and the two young stars had persuaded the

    
Robin yawned, as he entered his dorm, dropping his bag next to the door. Morning classes were the worrrrst. Especially the four hour ones. But, it was the only class he had today, at least. Kicking off his shoes, he made his way to the bed, and flopped down, opening up twitter on his phone. The professor had been more vigilant about people using phones in class lately, and he didn’t feel like the old man chewing him out, so he hadn’t used it m

A stream to die for
The video feed came to life, the chat quickly filling up, happily chatting about what they hopped to see. So far the video was broadcasting an inside view of a homely looking bedroom, the camera was focused on a made king-sized bed. Sat atop the bed, looking slightly nervous and unsure was a cute little sheep. His wool, a cream-white standing out on the black sheets of the bed. Then walking into frame was a slender orange fox, moving in and kissing at his cheek as he join

    
It was supposed to be an easy trip. You were traveling just northwest of the town of Wormwood, towards the direction of some dusty old ruins. You weren’t even going to be entering them, you just needed some Emerald Moss that grew to the south of those ruins. This area wasn’t that far from Wormwood, and most of the big, scary monsters that roamed this land had gotten really quiet years ago.