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Himbo Bull

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Augustus drove through the city that held his herd of himbos, thinking to himself. Corporate had approved his idea to purchase a large residential building downtown for his herd to live, but as usual they didn’t comprehend the challenges faced in the field. Keeping cows and bulls together was a brilliant idea if the goal was to drastically lower production. The bulls would get horny, as they do well over a dozen times a day, and fuck the milk right out of the cows. The cows, being horny and simple minded himbos, wouldn’t turn down the fuck nor hook up the milker before starting. Once again he would need to emphasis the importance of getting a second, smaller, building just for the bulls.

He turned a corner and his mind returned to the task at hand. Today he had to check up on his worst behaving bull, Todd. Todd had entered the bull program just over a year ago and had been nothing but problems for Augustus. Every time Augustus turned around, Todd was off fucking some twink bareback. The problem was so bad that Todd had spent 7 of the last 13 months in chastity as punishment. The only bright side was the rapid expansion of production required more bulls. And, Todd had produced two out of every three bulls in the country during the last year.

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Faun in the Woods

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It was a glorious spring day in the woods behind Daniel’s house. The sun was shining through the trees as the breeze created an ever changing pattern of shadows on the ground. The air was cool and kept him from sweating as he explored the forest for the first time. It was beautiful enough to silence the last of his parents’ concerns about moving to rural Tennessee from urban LA.

Daniel walked up a large hill, hoping to spot a clearing. Looking around, he found an unending thick forest as far was the eye could see. The only break in sight was a body of water, large enough that Daniel thought it was a lake though locals would call it a pond. He made a mental note that he should check the pond for fish for later this year.

A crash of branches and a squeal erupted behind Daniel, triggering him to find the source in an instant. A large wild boar stood blocking the path he’d just come. The boar’s head was low, tusks angled to pierce Daniel’s flesh, preparing itself to charge. Daniel attempted to back away and deescalate the wild animal. He realized that he’d messed up when the boar charged.

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Life in the Frontier

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Content Warning!

This story includes themes, imagery, and language some readers might not find acceptable. These include: homophobic slurs, foot worship, pits worship, power play.

If you find any of these unacceptable, this is not the story for you.

75 years after the signing of a peace agreement and 50 years after a mutual cooperation pact, the ties between humans and orcs had grown strong. Individually, neither the orcs nor the humans could hope to defend, let alone defeat, their mutual enemy the elves. While both the orcs and humans have their strongholds where you’d rarely spot the other, the lines in the frontier between the two had blurred to the point where orcs and humans lived in close proximity to each other.

While both parties benefited from the other, the balance of power had yet to reach an equilibrium. The orcs benefited from the human’s textile and management skills, allowing them to be more comfortable and prepared for winter. This facilitated the steady rise in their population as well as greater sophistication in their society. Gone were the days of loosely aligned tribes, replaced by the first orc kingdom even if the management roles were mostly filled by humans.

The humans gained better protection and excellent manual labor from the orcs. Large construction projects could be completed faster with the orc’s superior strength. In the frontier, almost all village defenses were comprised of orcs. The shortest orcs stood a foot taller than the tallest man, and a foot and a half taller than the tallest elf. The benefits were clear.

Life in the frontier was perpetually dangerous at the best of times. Wild creatures, novel diseases, and bizarre magic regularly wreaked havoc on the villages that inhabit the region. Even at the best of times, the biggest and most competent of men and orcs would go missing, never to be seen again. Orc warriors with human tactics had greatly reduced the casualty count of elf and wild beast raids. Human herbology had helped the frontier orcs to live longer and healthier. But life in the frontier was still hard and dangerous.

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Voicemail

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On a normal spring day, Jeb was sitting in the break room of his crummy job in retail enjoying the couple minutes of relaxation from the chaos of the floor. Scrolling through his phone, nothing stood out as unusual.

On a whim, Jeb checked his voicemail incase he’d gotten word back on a better job he’d applied to. The messages started off normal, spam calls and telemarketers. Nearing the end, he got one that was very different. 

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Himbo Milk

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This is inspired by a recent tweet by @HeavenHimbo on twitter.

Dustin sat in his doctor’s office waiting room patiently for his time with the doctor. He found the office relaxing; quiet, clean, and bright, he could easily read his thick novel. Absentmindedly, his short legs swung forward and backward as they didn’t reach the floor. His thin, almost frail torso took up less than half the chair as his thick bottle cap glasses dragged his face down, into his book.

Dustin was so enthralled in his book that he hadn’t noticed there was someone siting next to him until the man spoke.

“Sup brah? Whatcha readin?”

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Basic Weeb

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Shane was your quintessential gay weeb. His bedroom was covered in anime posters and wall scrolls, book shelves covered with manga and figurines, and worst (or best) of all a Mentaiko body pillow. He spent most of his free time either at the gym or further cementing his weebdom with more anime and manga.

Covered in muscle for his cosplays, his ‘off season’ chub was going strong, especially with the annual cons being canceled, there was no reason to cut. He loved the cosplay attention, but Shane would rather spend his time watching anime than working on a cut. Besides, the gyms were closed anyway.

He had just returned to his apartment from checking the mail, one of the only activities that saw Shane outside as of late. Sorting through the junk, he found a package from his dad.

Shane’s dad was amazing and he loved him. Always supportive of his son in being gay and an anime nerd, his father being a sword and sandal nerd himself. Hearing from his dad always brought a smile to Shane’s face.

He opened the box and found a card. ‘Son, I wish I could have given you this in person for your birthday. Once all of this is over, I am going to fly out and see you. I picked this up for you the last time I was in Tokyo for work. Call me when you get it, love Dad.’

Shane ventured deeper into the box and found a small box with a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a towel labeled for a sento (communal bath) experience. Most weebs would have been offended to receive soap as a present, but to Shane it signaled just how much his father understood his fascination with all things Japanese.

Shane’s father already knew that his son loved getting stuff from Japan. Shane regularly special ordered things from Japan that he could easily find American versions of at the mall. Shane could recall his last order of Japanese underwear and the hustle of unit and size conversations it took to make sure they would fit.

Shane set the box in the bathroom for his next shower and went about his day.

The following morning, Shane awoke and dragged himself out of bed to prepare for his now normal internet meetings for work. He stumbled into the shower after grabbing his first cup of coffee to rediscover the box of soaps from this dad. He smiled and laid out the box.

The soaps smelled great, manly and clean. In the shower, Shane noticed no differences. Once he got out, he noticed that his skin appeared darker, more tan with a golden hue, and his curly light brown hair looked almost black and perfectly straight once dried. He chalked it up to some dyes in the products. He knew Japan had cosmetics with bleaching properties, why wouldn’t they have ones that make you look tan.

Shane’s day went along normally outside of one part. During his first meeting while confirming his attentive attendance, Shane answered in Japanese rather than English. None of his work colleagues were shocked to hear Shane speaking Japanese and he was able to joke it off with lock-down studying. The incident confused him though. Shane rarely spoke any of the Japanese he’d learned once he became an adult.

The following morning, Shane followed the same morning ritual. Today when he got out of the shower, he noticed more physical changes. His skin had darkened to a deeper color, all the hair on his body was now thick black and straight, and his facial features appeared to have altered slightly.

By this point, Shane had a very good idea what was going on. He had no idea how, but he was turning Japanese and somehow the box of soaps from his dad was doing it.

Shane was embarrassed to admit it, but this whole situation turned him on. For years he wished that he could look like one of the beefy bara men that he jacked off to. That night he couldn’t help but jack off to his own reflection, amazed at how hot he looked.

On the third day, Shane made sure to take a picture before his shower to help identify all the differences. He hadn’t planned on all of the changes though. During the shower, his foreskin regrew and his face almost looked full blooded Japanese.

Shane’s normal meetings were fairly normal that day. He kept catching himself start to answer questions in Japanese before returning to English or using Japanese mannerisms. The part that confused him the most was how he would say English words with a Japanese accent.

That night, Shane again jerked off in front of the mirror. Speaking Japanese to himself, feeling up his big dark muscles, loving how masculine he looked.

Day four held the most changes for Shane. He used the last of the soaps in the shower and began to feel lost when he stepped out. He was no longer in his Phoenix apartment. Looking outside, he was amazed at what he saw. He was in Tokyo, Edogawa ward he knew instinctively.

Shane couldn’t believe it, He’d always wanted to come to Tokyo. He was lost in amazement when he received a phone call. He answered in Japanese, “hello?”

“Ryoga, get your butt down here. We’ve gunna be late for drinking.” His boyfriend Yuki was looking up at his apartment.
Memories of meeting Yuki at the auto shop Yuki worked at flooded his head. He could remember the traditional aiozame dye shop that he was apprenticed at and could see the blue stains on hands and arms. “Oh yes, right away.”

“And Ryoga.”

“Yes?”

“Next time you stand gazing out the window, put some pants on!”

Shane, now Ryoga would have been embarrassed before, but Yuki had seen him naked many times before. When he got down to the entrance, he could see the grease still on Yuki’s hands and was instantly turned on. He slyly grabbed Yuki’s ass, now remembering all the times his cock had been buried in it.

Yuki’s face turned bright red. “Not in public!”

Ryoga leaned close to Yuki’s ear, “afraid you’ll get turned on.” Ryoga moved Yuki’s hand to the growing tent in his pants.

Yuki’s face was even redder. He whispered “inside, now” before leading Ryoga into his own apartment.

Once inside, Ryoga didn’t wait to take off his shoes before feeling up Yuki’s ass again. Yuki looked annoyed as he closed the blinds before taking off his pants. “Why can’t you be more mature Ryoga?”

“Your cock doesn’t seem to mind.” Ryoga started stroking Yuki’s hard cock while leaning in for a kiss. Yuki broke the kiss off to get on his knees and take Ryoga’s cock into his mouth. Ryoga moaned deeply.

Yuki’s mouth was good, but Ryoga knew they were on a time table and pushed Yuki off, positioning him on his back to take Ryoga’s cock. Without a word, Ryoga pushed his cock into Yuki’s ass and started stroking Yuki’s cock. Bucking his hips, both men began to moan.

Ryoga looked down at the big man below him and became lost to lust. Working into a feverish pace, neither men could mask their moans. After only five minutes, both men were on the edge. With one final stroke, Yuki began to cum causing his ass to tighten around Ryoga’s cock. The pressure was too much to Ryoga and he released his load into Yuki’s ass.

Ryoga kissed Yuki on the forehead, still panting. “Fast enough for you?”

Yuki rustled Ryoga’s hair, “you horn-dog. Get dressed, we need to leave.”

Later that night at the bar, Ryoga remembered that he had forgot something and pulled his phone out. He quickly snapped a picture of him and Yuki before sending it to his father in America, thanking him for the amazing present.

 

Quarantine Dare

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Tony stared at the ceiling of his apartment doing everything in his power to ignore his raging cock. Two weeks had passed since quarantine had started in his area and a week since the challenge. His right hand started moving to his throbbing member when he broke through his lust filled mind and pulled it away. This was going to be a long quarantine.

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#Stupid

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The internet is such a weird place with all the different hashtags on a variety of subjects. The newest one that crossed Jay’s path was #Stupid. Jay could go with it if it was talking about things being stupid, maybe even ideas, but this was guys posting pictures of themselves and tagging it as stupid. To Jay it read like they were proud to be stupid. Who the hell would be proud to be stupid?

Like most things involving the internet, Jay tried brushing it off as people trolling and then went along with his day. For the most part, it was normal. Normal work, nothing really happened. Normal conversations, normal bullshitting about the weather and whatnot. He even had a normal time on the internet during his lunch break and while procrastinating.

Nothing felt out of place until he got home and was scrolling twitter again, confused at why that hashtag was still trending, but trying to focus on what his friends and family were up to. Somewhere below the first page, Jay noticed his very intelligent but introverted friend Wyatt had posted a photo of himself, shirtless and sporting that ludicrous hashtag. Jay couldn’t believe it, this wasn’t like Wyatt at all. Jay couldn’t even think of a time where’d he’d seen Wyatt without a shirt on, going back 10 years.

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Try It, Bro

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Juan looked over at his roommate and bro Kevin perplexed. “Bro, are you trying to read that book again, bro?”

Keven looked up from the old worn book he got as a joke. “I’m gunna figure this thing out and turn us back already. And I told you not to call me ‘bro’.”

“I told you not to worry about it bro. You’re not gunna figure it out bro. Just accept it.” Juan jeered at Kevin as he pumped his arms in a double bicep pose.

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Jockhism: Overthinking It

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Another cool October day had just ended as Yang once again walked into his local gym. He had been coming in three times a week now for six months trying to get into shape and get some idea about this new thing called Jockhism. Two of his American friends, Paul and Adam, had been going off about it for months, trying to convince Yang to join them at that gym, or temple as they called it.

He could picture it now. “Come on Yang, brah, you’ll love it.” and “Getting swole is so sweet, brah, I’ve never felt this good before, you get me brah?” Over and over for months until yang finally caved and took them up on their offer.

One warm spring day he entered the gym with his two friends, smelling the musk of sweat and hard work, hearing the clang of weights, seeing dozens of guys working out in almost nothing. Every sense in his body was overwhelmed and he felt like running. But something told him not to, to stick with it for the day with his friends.

After pumping iron for a good couple of hours, his arms were jelly and breathing hurt. Never before had Yang worked his body that hard. His thin Korean frame just wasn’t used to working that hard, being a nerd like his friends used to be.

A day or two later, Yang did notice a difference. His thin arms appeared to have a little more definition on them, and he got the idea to stick with it for a bit. Adam and Paul were enthusiastic and supportive, helping Yang get his gym membership set up. But that was months ago, today Adam and Paul are dating, who knew they were gay, and he was at the gym by himself alone again.

Paul said that he first really “got” working out about a month after he started, saying that Jockhism just started making sense and he was happier. Adam said it took him about 5 weeks. Yang couldn’t get why he wasn’t like his friends; happy, contempt, perhaps a bit dumber.

Yang was lost in thought as he walked; he didn’t even realize that he had bumped into someone until he saw him turn around.  “Hey, watch it brah.” the man Yang just bumped into grunted, his voice low but having a certain element of intelligence. He was a monster of a man, over 6 foot, easily 280 lbs of pure muscle, but had a certain intelligence in his eyes that Yang hadn’t seen before.

“S-sorry man. I as lost in thought. I’ll be more careful next time.” Yang was quick to respond, hoping to get away before causing a scene and embracing himself.

“You better…wait, I think I’ve seen you around brah. Always putting in good work but looking depressed as shit.”

“You’ve noticed me?” yang was surprised. He didn’t think this hulk of a man, clearly someone who got Jockhism better than he ever could. ‘Yea…I’ve been coming for about 6 months after a couple friends recommended it. But it’s not doing it for me.”

“Well no shit, brah, you’re just like I used to be, over thinking shit all the time. You ever tried turning that brain off for a while?”

“You say that like it’s easy” Yang was starting to get pissed. 6 fucking months of coming to the gym, trying to ‘get’ how Jockhism will make him happier and this meathead acts like it’s the easiest thing in the fucking world. It probably is for him, never had a real thought to begin with.

“Easy there, brah, I used to be like you. Into a whole bunch of nerdy stuff, reading all the time, thinking big all the time. And I was miserable. I was trying to control everything, even after discovering Jockhism brah. But then I found this guy, really smart guy named Alan Watts and fuck brah, he helped me get it.”

Yang was taken aback. He’d seen the transformation in Paul, the skinny nerd into a buff man, and Adam, downright fat before leaning up and packing on muscle, but this guy was insane the amount of muscle he must have packed on quickly.

“Here, give this a shot brah. Listen while you lift and see if it helps.” He held out his phone for Yang to tough it, using NFC. A file appeared on his phone titled ‘Alan Watts – Don’t Take Life too Seriously.’

“T-thanks man. I don’t know what to say.” Yang was seriously lost for words. Would this really help?

“Thank me by stopping by after the lift brah.” He patted Yang on the shoulder, nearly forcing Yang to the ground, before heading off deeper into the gym.

Yang went and changed into his normal gym gear, a loose t-shirt and baggy athletic shorts, before heading out to the floor. He was about to hit the machines when he remembered the file and grabbed his ear buds. A voice started talking, likely this Alan Watts guy, about what it means to want something. It honestly confused Yang to the relevance of living to seriously, but he stuck with it.

Twenty minutes pass without Yang realizing as he absorbs the interesting talk this Watts guy was giving. At first he wasn’t making any sense, but now the pieces were starting to come together. Yang was trying to control everything rather than trust the universe to work. Doing this made him worry and worrying caused dread and anxiety.

There was another piece though; trying to reach enlightenment, or get it, will prevent you from getting it. The exact thing Yang was trying to do was preventing him from getting it. Yang needed to let go and live in the present, because the present is all that there is.

The file ended and Yang kept pushing through his workout, but it was different this time. He was there and thinking about his workout, but he wasn’t trying to analyze it, wasn’t trying to control every aspect to get the best workout he could. He let all of that go and trusted that the workout will be exactly what he needs.

Yang felt his pants start to stir, his cock was getting hard. Normally this would concern him, being hard in public was such an embracing thing, but he let it go. So his cock was hard, that’s how it was. He felt weight lift off his brain with every rep, more relaxed and…happy. Letting the universe do it’s thing because all the nitpicking was unimportant.

Another hour passed and Yang had finished up his workout, an intense one, when it dawned on him, he ‘got’ it. He understood how his friends had let go so much and just enjoyed the beautiful thing that is life.

Yang entered the locker room to change when he ran into the monster of man he saw earlier. “What’s up brah?” slipped out of Yang’s mouth without thought.

“Getting pumped brah. How’d that file work?”

Yang could tell that he was staring at his still raging cock through his shorts. “Fuck brah, that Watts guy is so right. I was trying to get it, and that’s why I couldn’t get it. You get me? I already had everything I needed, I was just overthinking it.” Yang bounced his right pec, something he’d never done before because he thought it was dumb.

“I get it brah. I was stuck in the same trap. Trying to get it, then thinking about why I wasn’t getting it over and over. Names Brad btws brah.” Brad entered a double bicep pose to greet Yang.

“Yang.” And Yang returned the pose, amazed at how good it felt.

Brad exited his pose and placed a hand on Yang’s cock. “I see you do brah.”

Yang relaxed his muscled and grabbed Brad’s arm, making him rub his cock though the loose shorts. “Fuck Brad, I’ve never been with a brah before, but I see your ass and I want it.” With his free hand, Yang slapped Brad’s big muscle ass, ignoring all the other guys around them in the locker room.

Brad grabbed Yang’s hand to guide him to the sauna while Yang swaggered behind. Yang was amazed at how he wasn’t nervous, wasn’t anxious, just ready to fuck in the moment.

Yang let Brad step inside first so that he could bet a good view of that big muscle ass bouncing with each step. Yang’s cock was already throbbing at the sight. He slipped off his clothes and didn’t bother grabbing a towel, he just sat down with his legs wide open to give brad a good view. The months of gym had given him a good body, about 20 pounds of muscle with nice definition.

Brad somehow slipped between Yang’s legs. He was huge but he always found a way when it came to cock. He grabbed Yang’s cock, a solid 7 inches of uncut meat, and killed the head, slowly working his tongue under the foreskin.

Yang let out a deep moan, he felt amazing. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. It wasn’t that his brain was blank, he still had thoughts, he just wasn’t trying to analyze every little thing around him. He could focus on the pleasure as Brad nursed the head of his cock before working a little deeper.

Yang let out a moan of supprise as Brad’s moth reached the base of his cock. He hadn’t realized how low he had gotten already. Without thinking, he reached up and grabbed the back of Brad’s head, ready to work his mouth, gliding it along his cock at the exact rhythm he wanted.

Brad never fought back as Yang fucked his mouth. He relished the feeling of the throbbing meat using his mouth, feeling Yang’s balls start to rise up as he drew close before rope after rope of thick cum filled his mouth.

Yang’s entire body, including his brain, tingled as he came in Brad’s mouth. He was spent, couldn’t move a muscle, all he could do was sit there and enjoy the euphoria of not over thinking it.