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Candied Cockslut

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A shiver ran up Max’s spine as he was roused into wakefulness. The cool breeze causing eddies of fresh powder outside had already sucked all the warmth out of the small house… again. Grumbling, Max slipped out of his fortress of relative warmth to refill the wood pellet fireplace.

Darting through the communal room, something felt out of place. Whatever that something was could wait, conquering the cold held his utmost priority. Limbs shivering, he filled the furnace and restarted the fire.

Again, something felt out of place. Again, the cold held top priority. Ignoring the peculiarities, Max leapt back to the bedroom. A momentary debate coursed through his mind as he went. ‘Bed or clothes? The bed is already warm, but the clothes would let me get coffee.’ The desire to feed his caffeine addiction won out and he expected family to start calling any minute to wish him a Merry Christmas. Quickly, he slipped on some heavy sweats, long sleave shirt, t-shirt, house coat, and thick wool socks before.

Coffee machine bubbling, Max could finally direct his attention to investigating what felt off this cold Christmas morning. The source was easy to spot. Sitting to one side of the fireplace stood a box standing a little over a foot tall and wrapped in plain paper.

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Himbo Reconciled

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John drew his truck to a halt about a half mile out from the old, abandoned resort. A big lad he was tall and burly for his age as he’d turned 18 just a few weeks back. Getting out of his truck, he walked the rest of the distance, hoping to keep his presence unknown.

His father, Sargent Daniel Powers had been assigned to investigate the series of disappearances that were mounting. Even one of his friends went missing shortly after his birthday. The day before, his father told him about checking out the abandoned resort turned ranch or production facility, something like that, to see if they were affected or if the culprit was hiding out there. His father hadn’t come home that night.

Current scuttlebutt was that the local sheriff wanted to bring in the state national guard to run a sweep of the whole county. While not a densely populated area, that was a large swath of land to cover and could take weeks. John didn’t possess that kind of patience and decided to take a look for himself.

Seeing the gate come into view, he saw no one watching the entrance. Out of an abundance of precaution, John took a hard turn into the forest. The camo hunting jacket and pants concealed his mass while the thick undergrowth obscured his movement. This area of the forest wasn’t properly cared for, leaving many noise producing obstacles underfoot, but he’d been hunting enough times to keep his foot work quiet.

Nearing the edge of the treelined and good groundcover, John could look onto the main entrance. Sure enough, his father’s squad car was there. From the distance, it appeared untouched. John could only surmise that his father had run into trouble deeper in the complex.

Right as he was about to leave his cover to take a closer look, a very loud series of stampings and shuffling echoed through the forest from deeper in. John calmed his breath and listened.

The noise was so loud that he quickly realized it was coming towards him and it consisted of multiple masses. Lightning fast, he processed the options. ‘Do I stay and hope to not be spotted or come back later with backup?’

John chose the latter. Long before the source of the noises came into view, he’d backed off. Quickly but quietly, he went back to his truck and worked his way back down the mountain.

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The Precipice

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Another boring Monday. Andrew sat scrolling through his phone at his office job hoping to get another five minutes break before being forced back into the monotonous job that paid the bills. Rather than reading the news, checking up on sports, or doing anything that could remotely be construed as productive, he was scrolling through porn.

By no means was Andrew jerking off at work, he was creating a lineup of porn to jerk off to when he got home. While many would consider this to be a deviant or unacceptable practice, to Andrew it was a regular occurrence. The rationality he used to justify this practice was simple, it was part of his training.

For many years, Andrew suffered from premature ejaculations. Every time he’s hookup with a guy, he’d climax in under 60 seconds without fail. To counteract this, he attempted to jerk off every day for longer periods to increase his run time. Thus far, he’d made little progress.

As he was scrolling, Andrew kept seeing the same ad, over and over. The ad was fairly simple showing the product in question with a couple of tag lines. Normally such advertisements wouldn’t faze Andrew in the slightest, as he’d just scroll past them without a second though. The constant repetition somehow got to him, almost as if the ad was speaking to him directly. Outside of his normal behavior, Andrew clicked on the ad and purchased the product.

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Himbo Park

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Rain pelted the front windshield and created a fog of darkness before Deputy Daniel Powers. Carefully, Powers made his way up the windy back-country roads to the old, abandoned resort bought by some big city corporation a few months back.

Rounding a turn, his mind was fixated on the recent series of odd events. ‘Not much happened out in these parts. Hell, in the 9 years he’d been a deputy there’d been just one murder, and that was just Miss Smiley takin’ out her no-good husband. The last month though, crime had skyrocketed.’

‘It started with the break-ins, houses picked over for food and other essentials leading up to the corner store being cleared. Then came the disappearances. Truckers disappearin’ with their trucks never to be found, the odd traveler goin’ missing, and even a couple of the local teens like Tommy, his boy’s best friend, lost without a trace.‘

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BearlyGiving

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Doug walked up the driveway from his morning run. A few leaves scattered the large maple in the front yard. He swore under his breath as he examined the pile that had fallen during his quick 10k, requiring yet another raking to keep the HOA off his nuts. Adding the job to his mental todo list, he continued towards the door.

Inside he found reprieve, the warm dry air of the well-insulated building immediately started driving the cold from his slender body. Warmth returned to his ears and he could finally hear a cacophony of cooking. Doug kicked off his shoes and rolled his eyes before making way to the kitchen.

Once there, Doug discovered his boyfriend, Charlie, darting between a wide variety of dishes. Turkey with stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, baked yams, roasted brussels sprouts and cauliflower, dinner rolls, and a pumpkin pie, each in quantities enough to feed a family of 10.

“How was your run, babe?” Charlie sang out cheerfully while looking at Doug for only a moment before returning to the cooking.

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The Hat

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Quick keystrokes filled the small dorm room as Domingo frantically wrote his first English 1A paper. It was the first week of school and the instructor assigned a massive paper. Between research, drafting, and proof reading, Domingo was severely behind. Stress coursed through him as he worked.

Chad strutted into the small dorm he shared with a smart nerd he’d only met a week before after a good workout. His pump was on point as his post-workout musk quickly dominated the small room. He quickly plopped himself on his bed and pulled out his cock and lifted his arm behind his head, heightening the musk to near toxic levels.

Domingo tore himself away from his laptop just long enough to yell at his dumb jock dorm-mate. Every frickin’ day with this guy, getting sweetly and disgusting at the gym and refusing to shower. Then, when he got back to the dorm, he’d just start jerking off. Once again Chad told him off but put his dick away regardless.

Tired of the constant badgering, Chad remembered something important. The college’s jock frat that he’d already signed up to pledge next week had given him a special item with the instructions to give it to a nerd that bugged him. It appeared to be a simple flat brimmed baseball hat with the school’s football team logo, and as far as he knew that’s all it was. Domingo was really getting on his nerves this past week.

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Through Fire and Chlorine

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The following is a work of historical fiction. The events and horrors surrounding this story are real, but the characters and their achievements are not.

May we honor all those who gave the ultimate sacrifice.

Jean strolled through camp with purpose. His face plastered with the same cold, emotionless, scowl he’d worn since before he was a teen. Bodies moved out of the way as they saw him approach, assuming he was on business. As a Soldat 2.eme, there was no business.

Off to his side, a soldier called out “Morning Ft. Jean!” Being from a man in his regiment, he nodded an acknowledgment but never once dropped his scowl. The nickname ‘Ft. Jean’ was given to him during basic by his fellow enlistees as a joke that had followed him all the way to the trenches. They’d said ‘the only thing more impenetrable than Ft. Jean, is Verdun’, at least before the German’s started taking it back in February.

Jean’s destination was the mess hall, ready to receive his rations before he could try enjoying his couple days reprieve from the front. Normally, nothing caught his attention as he walked through camp but today something, or more specifically someone, did.

He was a slightly shorter and less built man than Jean, though his muscles were well defined. Shirtless, his sun-kissed skin seemed to radiate. His back was to Jean, as he talked to some fellow soldiers, giving Jean an ample view of the delicate curve of his back making way to a round and perky butt. The man then turned towards Jean, catching his eye. Jean realized he was staring, and his face began to blush. Turning his gaze down, Jean tried to blend into the crowed and move away.

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Losing Streak

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Jared flopped himself onto the couch as he waited for the loading screen. He’d just picked up the latest puzzle based JRPG and was eager to spend the weekend grinding. The start menu appeared, and he readied himself for a new game.

The tutorial was just as mind numbing as they all were. ‘Press X to jump’ and ‘Press forward to walk forward’ always made his eyes roll at just how standard the controls were. The puzzles were also cartoonishly easy, making him question if the future ones would be as challenging as he’d hoped.

Finally out of the tutorial, he discovered that the world wasn’t linear while also not being empty like so many American games had devolved into. Pulling up the map, he set his waypoint to the first puzzle in the magic tree and set off.

The first puzzle was just as challenging as he’d hoped, a mix of pattern recognition and timed movements to dodge oncoming obstacles. There were several points where he nearly failed, but he narrowly made it through. This game was looking up for Jared.

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Summoned Lust

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Content Warning:

The following story contains themes and imagery that some readers may find unacceptable. These include an actual representation of the objects, arrangements, and incantations for summoning a demon as described in the grimoire the Lesser Key of Solomon, and demon possession.

If you find this unacceptable, please select another story to read.

Autor’s note: The incantations cited are very long and wordy. Only the first line (not sentence) of each is necessary for the plot. The rest may be skipped over without consequence. Further detail on the incantations and how they are used can be found in The Lesser Key of Solomon.

The sun crested over the mountains to the east on a perfectly clear day in late October as Damien went over his checklist again. Before him laid an assortment of ingredients laid out with meticulous detail. The anointing oil sprinkled over the vessel of brass adorned with the secret seal of Solomon, in coper of course. That lay on the pentagram of Solomon, surrounded by the names of God and the skin of a lion. All this within the triangle of Solomon and that within a circle of protection.

Damien held a sword of copper and a scepter of power, a cloth of flax adorned his chest as he checked his notes from the Key of Lesser Solomon, ready to begin his incantation. Ready to reclaim the love he lost.

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Himbo Containment Breech

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Part 5 of the Himbo series.

Gerald tightly ran his hands through his rapidly thinning hair as the read the incident report before him. Two incidents in as many weeks. Two employees under his care transformed into himbos. Two instances where he failed to demonstrate control of the himbos. Gerald knew he was about to be fired.

The rational parts of his brain knew this was coming. The fact that no one in the history of ever had tried to control such a large number of himbos in this manor was irrelevant to corporate. By law their only focus was maximizing profits for the elite few shareholders that owned the company. Everything else, like expected failures on a new project, was irrelevant to them.

After checking his work for the 10th time, he pressed send on the email. Gerald had managed to hold off reporting it for four days while he tried to ensure he had control, but he couldn’t procrastinate it any longer. He sat back in his chair and waited the phone call he knew was coming.

Auston’s knees were aching as he stood guard near the outskirts of the temporary bull pen. He’d been standing there for over an hour, working as backup for the team of guards who normally worked with the bulls, and was itching to get back to overseeing the sweet and docile cows he was accustomed to.

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