A guy had been eyeing Corey across the party for a few minutes now. He was cute. More than cute. He was absolutely perfect, the sort of guy that Corey would give his right arm to fuck, and maybe even consider something more than just sex with. Slim and with a long, elegant torso, and dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Cupid’s bow lips, and distractingly bare calves. Corey had never paid much attention to calves, but this man’s calves were works of art - tanned, muscular enough to

“Hey viewers at home!” A handsome, middle-30s man with dark hair and pale skin waved to the camera. He sat behind a panel with two other men - a heavy set, but athletic Latino man with a retreating hairline, and a slim man with dark skin and a broad smile.

“Thanks Dan.” The slimmer man took over, addressing his older co-host. “We’re back for the Bench! You know, Dan, you’ve seen those posts on social media right? Would you do X

His first day as a lifeguard at Hope Springs Municipal Pool was draining but it left Leland with a big smile on his face as he washed the accumulated chlorine off his skin in the locker room showers. He’d loved every moment - the sun, the happy people escaping the heat, the feeling of purpose. Even the whiny soccer mum whose kid had been throwing a tantrum didn’t make him regret it.

He wrapped a towel around his waist as he headed back to his locker to grab h

When Brock finished up his reps and headed for the showers, he found a few of his buddies gathered around the locker room, arranged in a rough semicircle. All of them butt naked and passing something around while they laughed about it.

“What’s up?” He pushed in, making space between Nat, a roided up bodybuilder, and Evan, a smooth college guy who’d only joined their gym recently. Doug, the usual ringleader of anything less than legal, was tossing

No Nuts November was always my busiest part of the year, followed closely by Valentine’s Day, which was mostly couples looking for an upgrade, and St Patrick’s Day, because a town full of drunk college kids always led to impulse purchases or sales.

Honestly, I was starting to think I needed to hire an assistant. Business was good and there were more nuts and cocks to chop than I could keep up with. Perhaps I’d rebrand too. The D felt a bit on the nose t

“Hey guys! It’s Drafter here!” A big Percheron stallion settled back on his bed and gave the camera a grin and a wave. “Welcome to another product review. I’ve kinda been doing a lot right now, so sorry the videos have been slower!” He idly groped the thick length of cock laying over his bare thigh, the dark mottled length standing out against his grey coat.

“I got sent this new product to review. At first I was a bit sus, I mean

“Yo, dude, check out what they were handing out at the mall for free.” Mike thrust the object, long and cylindrical, wrapped in a thin plastic sleeve, at his roommate Lloyd. Mike had always been prone to returning with something or other some salesperson had convinced him was the next best thing, usually in service of recruiting him for some MLM. As a result, Lloyd accepted it with suspicion.

Zebulon Corp, the PenectoSound. The print on the front had a garish

Kent clasped his hands firmly behind his back, and stood at attention behind his desk. The crisp lines of the school uniform displayed themselves handsomely on his body. Just like every other man here. Excellence was not just an expectation of the men of Finar Private Academy, it was required.

The morning bell sounded, and Master Coxhead entered the classroom. He pushed his glasses back on his aquiline nose, and coughed for attention, but it was unnecessary. His eyes, a

I wiped off the machine with a smile, and stepped back. The chrome shone. I felt a little speck of pride in my shop as I looked around. It only took up a small square down one side of the mall. Opposite the sportswear shop, and between a shoe store and a women’s fashion outlet. The windows were blacked out, and the door required a bit of a shove to get open. I’d been bothering the mall management about getting that looked at for months, but they never did anything about it.

Libido Reduction Treatment. A fancy name for what amounted to a few snips and a tuck. Wyatt had the job, as most junior doctor at the clinic, of doing those snips. He tugged on a fresh pair of gloves as his patient got undressed. A thickly muscled man, with dark curling chest hair that gathered on his thighs and pubes as a thicket.

“What made you select Libido Reduction Treatment?” Wyatt asked the required questions as he prepared a new jar of depilatory trea

The troops were so fun. They always got so pent up. Their balls marinating in the sweat that the desert heat built up. Hormones pumping. It wasn’t long before he caught them trying to get in some strictly forbidden

personal time

.


Lieutenant Hugh Gains gave a chuckle as he interrupted yet another private trying to sneak in a wank. “Private Tren, what do you think you&

Jacey jumped down off Santa’s lap with a grin and a wave. The jolly bull in a long beard waving back happily, before the next person got on to pose for a photo.

She grabbed her boyfriend Tiberius’ hand, squeezing his fluffy paw as she practically hoped back and forth waiting for her photo to print. The fox with elf ears taped to his own chuckled at her antics. “While you’re waiting Ma’am, would you like to get one of our romantic Christmas o

Item #:
SCP-8888



Object class:
Keter



Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-8888 can disappear from any and all containment methods if not “fed” regularly. 1 D class male subject must be provided once per week in order to assure containment. It is kept under 24 hour observation in a containment room. No male personnel may enter

The doctor snapped on a pair of gloves and grabbed the squeeze bottle of lube. Robert squirmed slightly, feeling weird with his lower half bare and his feet up in stirrups. His hairy ass exposed as the doctor spread the cheeks and started to work a cool, lubed finger in.

The doctor hummed to himself a bit as his finger wormed around in Robert’s canal. He couldn’t help but start to grow aroused as the impersonal finger pressed up against his prostate. “

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

“Sir, do you know about the benefits of castration?”

I slowly paused mid stride, and glanced towards the little booth in the middle of the mall aisle. The salesman smiled, and gestured towards a large silver box on the table next to him. “Sir, would you like a free castration? We’re offering a special today.”

Awkwardly, I took a step away.

“Are you trying to bulk up, Sir? I notice you

The university swim team lockers smelt of sweat, chlorine and cleaning chemicals. The dozen members of the team were presently undressing to wash the chlorine from their skin. Practice had gone just about as well as expected; coach had been frustrated no one was improving, and their spirits were down.


Walter (Claws to his teammates, a nickname he’d had since primary school thanks to once ripping a teacher’s shirt) shrugged his speedo down, his co

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

I should’ve been on my flight home an hour ago but the airport security line just kept on stretching ahead. I grunted, shifting my feet, and tried to peer over the shoulder of the woman ahead of me. It looked like the line was splitting ahead, going through male and female only lines. I frowned and shuffled forward a bit as the line moved, my carry on bag bumping against my thigh.


As the older lady in front me of headed through the green door, I was di

James was pretty sure he saw men from every walk of life, working the front desk at

A Weight Off.

The organisation was still pretty new and James had been excited to get one of the first jobs with them a year ago.



He straightened his collar as the three fratboys he had just booked in pushed through the doors to the locker rooms, still roughhousing. Their jocular voices

I was new to the building and didn’t really know what to expect as I carried my bag full of clothing down to the basement laundry. It was a nice building, I felt lucky to have got a small studio apartment here, and the laundry room was just as nice as my airy and modern bachelor pad. A neat row of eight washing machines, all new models; clean brick walls and a fresh smell of lemon.


I put down my bag one of the benches that ran the wall opposite the ma

The Degenitaliser had been a popular addition ever since the owner’s installed it in the shop. I rubbed the bare patch between my legs gingerly, still remembering the sensations of using it myself. Sometimes I could swear I felt my cock, but I knew it was nothing but a nerve that still hadn’t got the message sending ghost sensations.

I had just finished stacking the condom dispenser when the bell rang, indicating a customer had walked in. It rang again a seco

“So, what does the new machine in the corner do?” Jack gestured at the shiny machine that had arrived between his shifts. It look something like an old fashioned arcade game, he thought.



His co-worker Vicki looked up from putting a boxed dildo on a shelf. “Oh, that’s the degenitaliser.” She shrugged, and pulled another box from her stack.



“Dewh

“It’s the Penis Eating Plant.”



 



“What?” Jon blushed, eyes still fixated on the oddly shaped flowers of the plant hanging over the beach wall. The little leaves were rubbery and vibrant green, but the flowers were large and so vivid. “Because of the shape?” He asked. The flowers were bell shaped, bright scarlet red, and he had to ad

A day at The D
I had just turned around
the closed sign to open and settled down behind the counter when the
bell above the front door rang. Looking up from my newspaper, I
watched as a muscular 20-something man stepped inside. He glanced
around my small store, his eyes darting from the display cases that
ran up the left and back walls, to the small island counter where I
sat in the middle of the shop, and then the wall of bottles, tools
and condoms on the right hand wall. Evidently deciding he