The Westfield State Wolverines stood before the Grand Arena, their jaws slack with awe. The massive structure seemed to emanate an aura of history.

"I can't believe we're actually here," Malik said, his eyes wide. "The Eisenhower Invitational. The big leagues."

Tony clapped him on the shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. "Believe it, buddy. We've earned this."

They shouldered their bag

The Hemlock Academy Tigers had won the biggest match of the year. They’d bested their college’s archrivals, and the team were grinning as they piled back into the locker rooms sweaty, sore, dirty and on top of the world. The air was thick with the musk of a dozen men in their prime as they laughed, high fived, and stripped out of their sweaty kit.

Ford, a muscled 20 year old with dark brown skin, had already stripped down to his bare naked skin when he slapp

I’d been watching the gardeners all morning. What horny eighteen year old gay bloke wouldn’t? They were all hot guys, getting sweaty under the sun. But there was one I’d had my eye on more than the others. He was only a couple of years older than me, big shoulders, heavily tanned skin, and a body made for sin. He’d take off his shirt when the sun started to rise high in the sky, and I’d spent hours ogling his firm abs and muscular pectorals, all covered in a curly p

Mira’s last amulet burned to ash in his fingers. A fireball as big as a child launched from his fingertips, scorching his already blackened fingers. It arced down, and when it landed, erupted with an explosion that leveled an area the size of the castle courtyard. Hellborn flames turned a large square of the goblin hoard to ash before they could run. It wasn’t enough. More goblins charged into the empty space, single minded in their mission to overrun the walls.

Voretober Day: 24


Mr L had enough of a reputation that when he asked his students to help him with some heavy lifting, everyone just assumed he wanted test subjects for some maniacal experiment, and no one volunteered. Everyone except Brad. Brad knew he wasn’t the brightest, and he was just passing his classes thanks to the tutors his father had the sense to hire. But he was also willing to give Mr L the benefit of the doubt. The guy was a good tea

Voretober Day 23: Cruel


“Governor Axilos, what do you say to primitive rights activists, who say that what you’re doing is cruel?” The reporter had shoved the microphone too close for comfort.

There were cameras watching, so he resisted the urge to shove it away. He also resisted the urge to sigh. The well rehearsed lines slipped off his tongue. “Lifeforce harvesting is the most efficient and renewable en

Voretober day 19: Star


A thin, gauzy energy field was the only thing between Tibal and the Terran’s nakedness. It clung to him as a second skin, and didn’t try to hide anything. The man’s cock was hard, a chrome ring secured tight about the base. Tibal wet his lips and looked away. He didn’t know if it was polite to acknowledge the men’s arousal.

It was an honour to be invited as an outside observer

Voretober Day 18: Silence


Officer Cam Ford tapped his shiny boot against the steps. Music blared from the other side of the door, and he could feel a headache starting behind his temples just from proximity to it. No wonder the neighbours had complained. He was starting to think no one had heard him beating on the door.

Then finally a young looking man threw it open. He was shirtless and had a red solo cup in hand. He said someth

Voretober Day 17: Lure


This will activate Lure mode - Are you sure?

Kennedy tapped yes with his thumb. A green lock appeared on the screen with a countdown. Twenty minutes started ticking down. He discarded his phone on the bedside table, and stripped. He folded his clothes neatly and set them on the chair in the corner. His cock bobbed as he walked back to the bed. Tension settled in his gut, tight and not altogether unpleasant.

Voretober Day 13: Jam


“Hey, you!”

Philip looked up from his phone at the voice. The janitor had called to him from the top of a ladder, perched beside the woodchipper they used to fertilise the garden beds around campus. “Uh, what’s up sir?” He pocketed his phone and walked over to him.

“Some idiot decided to climb in with their clothes on. It’s fucking jammed.&r

Written for Voretober, prompt 1: Villain


There was a tall tower in the woods. It had always been there, or as long as the grandmas in the village remembered. From time to time, a hero or a knight would come through the village and strike out through the woods in a quest to destroy the tower. Today, Elias watched as another one of those heroes flirted with the stablemaster’s son. His armor was shining and his face handsome and strong. His shoulders

The sun was high when Juan and his friends poured out of one of the lecture halls. Laughter echoed over the university green as they finally got to enjoy the sun on their necks and arms. Juan whooped as he ran ahead of the group and once he was on the grass, tossed his backpack down and flopped down on the grass, careless about grass stains on his clothes. The rest of the guys joined him, flopping around in a puddle of bodies, just soaking in the sunshine.

Juan stared up

Coach Woodman shoved a final pair of freshly laundered baseball socks back into the uniform cupboard, and stepped back with a satisfied huff. There was no smile, Woodman didn’t smile, but he was pleased. Everything in its place. He closed the doors and locked it with a key that he returned to the chained ring at his waist.

The rushed footsteps approached, mixed with breathless puffs. A young man came around the corner at a jog, and then stopped, his socks squeaking

Seb hadn’t gotten used to the early mornings yet. Aunt Tisha called everyone to breakfast at five am, ready to get an early start to the farm work. There was always a huge gaggle of farmhands and his cousins crowded into the big kitchen, some grabbing theirs to go, and others sitting around the big table digging in. Seb was earnestly trying to fit in - he didn’t want to be the city slicker who slept in till noon. So he rubbed sleep out of his eyes and trudged down the stairs to join

Sander was cute, harmless and well meaning, with more muscles than brains. It was kind of a pity he had to die. It wasn’t his fault. I didn’t pick my targets. Someone had paid for his disposal. An ex, a jealous rival, maybe the disgruntled parent of one of his (many) lovers? I didn’t know and it didn’t matter to me.

He was walking down the street, eating a donut. He had two friends from the football team with him, talking loudly and laughing.

Chat Roulette


When he called out a greeting, Taylan’s roommate only gave a lifeless wave over the back of the couch, currently deep in a session of Halo. Taylan stopped to undo his sneakers, kick them off and then half-heartedly straighten them on the shoe rack their third roommate insisted on. He grabbed a glass of water as he passed through the kitchenette, then firmly closed his bedroom door on the sound of sci-fi gunfire.

CW: The following is a lot darker than my usual material and includes non-con and soul destruction. Read at your own discretion.



Wess stared down at his feet. They hadn’t let him keep his boots, so he stood barefoot in the dust and grit, little stones digging into his feet whenever he was shuffled forward. Every few minutes, a harsh sizzling sound filled the air. He could smell it on the air - sweat and cum and ashes. Wess’ lower

Marcus made a mistake with his line work yet again, and let a frustrated breath escape in a long sigh. He couldn’t focus. The camp was noisy, but he was used to working on the field. It was the raised voices very near his tent that kept pulling his attention away from his work. He couldn’t quite make out what they were debating - but he thought there were three voices. They didn’t seem raised in anger - just the sort of raised voices to be expected from men deep in a debate tha

Tick, tick, tick.
The plastic clock was featureless and white, with roman numerals instead of numbers in some vain attempt at looking classier than it actually was. Scott didn’t know how long he had been staring at the subtitles on the muted television showing infomercials. The clock and the receptionist’s click-click-click on her keyboard sounded too loud. His vinyl seat squeaked as he shifted his butt.

A poster enthused about the great hono

Ten miles out of bumfuck nowhere, Nevada, the siren started up. An old beat up cruiser with flashing lights pulled out from a side road, and roaded after the little hatchback.

“Dude, are you speeding?” Billy leaned over from the back seat to peer at the speedo. He pushed his mop of hair out of his eyes to get a good look.

Arseni rolled his eyes. “No, and back off, I need to focus.”

Billy dropped b

Daiji Hiraka didn’t come home for the holidays very often. There was nothing wrong with his dad, or his boyfriend Bruce, or even Bruce’s son Salem. But he had a habit of getting absorbed in his research, and coming up for air to discover six months had passed and he’d missed Christmas yet again. Bruce had rang up and asked him to please come this year, because it would mean a lot to his dad, and Daiji had reluctantly locked up his lab and headed back to his hometown.

Saul had seen his son Xavier naked before, of course. Xavier was firmly against wearing much of anything at home - Saul had insisted he wear a jockstrap or boxers so he didn’t give the old lady next door a heart attack if she might glance through their kitchen window, which looked right into her lounge room. But he’d never really stopped to properly look.

Xavier had turned into a golden Adonis. A touch of Middle Eastern blood in the family had gifted both Sau

Voretober Day 6: Tech



“Jake Pare?” The nurse peered over the top of her clipboard with thick wire rimmed glasses. Her voice was weak, and it didn’t carry well over the noisy waiting room. For a moment, no one noticed she’d even spoken.

Finally, a young man with his head in his phone had the delayed realisation he’d heard his name and looked up. “Did you say Jake Pare?” He asked,

“Did you catch the game on the weekend?” Billy asked.

A man shuffled into the chamber through the glass. He was tall and rangy, boxers one size too small struggling to contain his cock. Archie didn’t pay much attention to him as he pressed the button in front of him. A roaring pillar of light filled the chamber. The boxers fluttered to the floor, empty. “No, I had to fill in for Janice. Her kid caught a cold.” Archie replied. “I heard

Carnival by LucifersChef, written from a prompt by Kimor


“Happy last birthday, Kyle! Have fun!” The congratulations and slaps on the back got in the way of getting dressed after his workout, but Kyle couldn’t keep the smile off his face as the other guys cheered him on. Big Gains was just that type of gym.

The guys were open minded, he’d even had a few offers from guys to send him off themselves. However, toda

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

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

“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

“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.

Kate leaned over to her best friend and clinked their martinis together. “I’m so glad the neighbourhood association banned plastic skeletons this year.” The two women were lounging on Kate’s porch, taking in the sun.

“So much better for the environment!” Ivanka agreed with a smile. She stretched happily, martini sloshing lightly, her voluptuous assets moving freely. Neither of them wore a stitch of clothing.

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Sayeru passed the campus meat grinder every day on the way to classes. It sat adjacent to the agricultural studies building, where the fertiliser was always in high demand. As he shouldered his bag and crossed the windswept square, there were already a few guys using it. He couldn’t remember a morning he hadn’t seen it busy.

The grinder resembled a great wood chipper, with a hopper at one end and an outlet that sprayed into a large pit at the other. The pit c

There were three men lined up today, waiting for his attention. Cam had peaked at them on the cameras, he always liked to get an idea of what he was up for before he actually entered the room. Each of the men was stripped to underwear and handcuffs. They were a diverse crowd, just the type he liked.

He strode into the waiting room with a great deal of casual bravado. “Morning.” Cam easily smiled, running his eyes over each of the men. He ran his fingers over

“I double dog dare you!” The words were shouted empathetically across Ross’ long room.

Everyone was pretty drunk and lounging around, working their way through the vodka, while they exchanged various dares. Ned was presently naked thanks to the last dare, his lean body on display as he lounged on the couch, nearly in the lap of Carl next to him.

“Woah dude, no blood . . . .” Ned called out.

I worked at a small porn studio in the suburbs of one of the SuperCities. It was a really fulfilling job, honestly. There was an insatiable demand for Atomizing porn among customers, and the studio specialised in pumping out exactly the content they wanted.

We paid young, inexperienced men for a session on our couch. They were desperate for cash, with only one asset - being moderately attractive. I worked pretty much alone, so when the first guy arrived I answered the do

The forges of the Imperial Blacksmith were witch-fire, the only flame hot enough to create the prized steel that had let the empire’s legions blaze their way across the continent. Every day, Damascus sweated over the flames, creating masterpieces of steel. His skin was perpetually salty. The thick pelt of hair that curled over his pecs was always dripping with moisture.

Damascus had learned as a young apprentice that there was little point in clothes around the for

The Humane Euthanasia Center. It was crammed into the bottom of an apartment hypertower in downtown. One of the single unit centers, run autonomously. The front door was frosted glass, with the spinning HEC logo projected in a hologram. It slid open with a quiet hiss.

Jake had been looking forward to his turn. He’d gotten the letter a month ago.
You have been identified as a non-critical male. Please report for euthanasia on the following date.

I unlaced my work boots with a grunt of relief as they came off. My feet immediately thanking me. Then came my belt, which hit the floor with a metal clack. I dropped my jeans and stepped out of them, and shucked my boxer-briefs a second later. My cock flopped free, soft and a bit sweaty. My shirt hit the floor next, and I stretched my arms above my head. Muscles popping and flexing. Biceps bulging for a moment, then relaxing as I moved into another stretch. Down to touch my toes. Then side to s

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