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Himbo Jailbreak

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Arnold, or Arny as he’d begrudgingly gone by for years, rechecked his notes for the upcoming presentation. A bigwig was going to be in today for a spot review of the facility and part of that included a review of his work in re-domesticating the troublesome bull Augy.

Augy had entered the facility as a captive from a breakaway herd out west. Since day one he’d been nothing but trouble. At the best of times he could be mildly cooperative, following orders that his slow bull brain managed to understand would get him something he wanted. The rest of the time, he was a lost cause.

Throughout his experiments, or more accurately described as trial and error, Arny had only found one trick to keep the troublesome wild bull placated. That being a constant supply of cows so that he may fuck himself into a post nut stupor. The primary problem? How the hell was he supposed to re-domesticate this bull if the only think keeping him from rampage was a constant stream of what should be rewards!

This assignment had been nothing but a white elephant from the beginning for Arny.

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Creating a Dom

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Dull light filled the room, its only source being a lone computer monitor. A hint of red glowed from the microphone on the desk. The clicking of a mouse with an occasional keystroke were the only noise routinely heard.

“You are an alpha man.” Eiion repeated the only line he’d said for the last hour. Painstakingly, he was attempting to ensure it was perfect. Getting the right cadence, tone, rhythm, and pitch took many trials and just as many errors. Finally, he’d gotten it exactly how he wanted.

A knock on the door roused Eiion from his work. Before responding, he expertly switched tabs to his usual FPS of choice that he’d play with friends online. Today, though, he was in a single player match, not that a casual observer would know the difference. He unpaused the game and beckoned his caller forth.

The caller opened the door and stepped just inside. “Babe? It’s after two. Are you coming to bed?” He was average in almost every way. Average height, average weight, average musculature, average intelligence, average demeanor. The only area he wasn’t average was his cock. Rather than the bullshit most guys spew to boost their fragile egos, he was actually packing seven plus inches in his pants. Inches Eiion adored when he could coax the lust out of his boyfriend.

Eiion responded without breaking eye contact with the screen, channeling what little remained of his years in high school theatre. “Let me finish up this match and I’ll join you, Kev.”

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Button

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Jose was a bright young man of just 23 and was beaming with youthful ambition. Finishing top of his class at a top university in his field, his academic prowess could not be denied. It shocked no one when he was quickly snatched up by one of the top mechanical engineering firms in the country on a very enviable starting salary.

He was never an anti-social young man. Jose had many friends all throughout university that he would meet with and tutor regularly. Public speaking or anything that involved being put on a pedestal did terrify him. Despite his large intellect, he remained humble. Jose’s physical attributes ensured that.

Standing at six foot six, his height was that every girl dreamed of. His face was boyish but was starting to show the mature stylings of an attractive man with a square jaw. Brown hair naturally curled on his head that reached down to his eyebrows in a cute mop. Brown eyes, bright with intelligence, analyzed the world while his skin looked naturally sun kissed during winter.

While tall and possessing handsome features, he lacked any real muscle definition. In his arms, one could easily identify his humerus, ulna, and radius. The same applied to his legs. His ribs were not visible, but not for the reason he would have liked. Years of study and very poor diet produced a gut that did not appear to be slowing down in its growth.

With the signing bonus from his new job, young Jose was able to make the downpayment on a small townhouse in the ‘cheaper’ part of town. The demands of such a high skill job and the pressure to prove himself immediately made the move in process very slow. After six months, he was still living out of boxes. As luck would have it, he finally had a free weekend to try catching up.

Pressing the phone between his head and shoulder, Jose talked while building his bedframe. “I know, I know. It’s been months since we hung out, but this is my first weekend and I’m tired of living out of boxes. Plus, how am I supposed to bring a date home when I sleep on a bare mattress on the floor?” He tightened the last bolt and stood up. “Meet up tonight? I’ll think about it. Can’t make any promises though, I’ll likely be exhausted. Let me know when the next time comes, ok?”

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Drone Insemination

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The drone left its normal waiting spot and approached the Boss. Boss looked up from his work both annoyed and intrigued. The drone never left its waiting spot without his direct permission. 

“Boss, Drone is ready to inseminate.”

“Interesting.” Boss pondered this turn of events. The more he thought about it, the more he could use an extra set of holes… or, uh, hands around the place. Speaking to no one but himself, he proposed “I’ll need to set up another job posting.”

Matt restlessly sat in his car parked outside of a small house on the edge of town. A bead of sweat got caught on his eyebrow as his gut continued twisting itself into a tighter knot. Attempting to stay calm, he nevertheless reflected on what brought him here.

He’d completed his master’s degree six months ago but scored barely low enough to get rejected from every doctoral program in the nation. Finding work related to his field proved just as difficult. Who knew it would be so hard to get a job with a master’s in astrophysics. The grace period on his large student loans was nearly up and he needed good money fast.

A notification lit up his phone and Matt sighed. It was time to go in for his interview. An interview for a position he never thought he would ever apply to.

Lightly, he knocked on the front door. Matt’s mind was torn as he did so. Half of him wished no one would answer and that he could return to academia. The more rational half pleaded with whatever deity was up there that the door would open.

His half-minded prayers were answered as the door opened to reveal a tall burly man. “You must be Matt, come on in.” He stepped aside and motioned Matt forth. He closed the door and directed Matt into the kitchen. “You can call be Boss. As you can see, we’re a small business that largely does contract work with some bigger ones.” Boss pointed to a char and Matt sat down.

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Himbo Containment Squad

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“Private” Robert Curry let the barrel of his M16 sway between his legs as he laid his head back. He did his best to ignore the swaying and bouncing of the specially modified van as it moved to their destination. The intelligence report he’d been issued indicated that the winter snow had finally receded to beyond their destination, but the road was still a trail of mud.

Curry was attempting to complete his pre-mission meditation despite the occasional nausea, but it was getting the better of him. “Private” was a bit of a misnomer. Curry entered the Army right out of high school, having signed up his junior year. His athletic ability, dedication, and willingness to follow orders earned him a spot in special forces where he served two tours. If the pay wasn’t shit, he wouldn’t have gone private.

Unable to meditate, he relented to think about the mission. It was almost unheard of for the group to conduct an operation in America herself, but Sarge told him that the client had done it a few times before. Still, the normalness made Curry a little uneasy.

The driver leaned over his shoulder to address the passengers. “ETA 3 minutes.”

Curry picked up his rifle and gave a quick once over to ensure he was ready. Helmet with night vision, check. Uncomfortable bullet proof plate vest, check. Sidearm, check. Bear spray and club, check. He was ready.

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Worker Drone

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Outside, early spring was in the air. The gradually increasing temperature had already begun its annual jihad against the forces of snow, leaving a battleground of slush in its wake. Birds began their chirping as the grip of winter finally subsided.

Eiion was uncomfortably working in the garage of his new boss. He was the most recent, and first, hire of a small construction contractor. The real work would begin in a week or so when their next contract finally started. Understanding a lack of income was difficult, Eiion’s boss graciously offered him a few hours pay to clean up and sort through the tools in his garage.

The work itself was fine, Eiion was a strong young man who knew his way around power tools. It was the temperature that produced the degree of uncomfortableness. While the garage was heated, the furnace only had two modes, on and off. Despite the cool weather outside, Eiion was sweating.

He was sorting through a box, loading the contents into various tool storage devices, when he bumped into something. That something was a tower of boxes he hadn’t yet tackled, and the disturbance caused the top box to fall. Instantly, shattering glass brought Eiion to attention.

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Himbo Volunteer

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A cool late winter breeze shook some snow off the trees, creating an illusion. Trees ached in relief at the lessened weight. Fresh powder reflected the sunlight driving back the shadows.

Carl stomped his way up the logging road. His snowshoes kept him above the snow, greatly aiding in his efforts. However, the weight and cold were quickly taking hold and draining his energy fast. With any luck, he’d soon find what he was looking for. Looking forward to living a dream, he pressed forward up the road.

Carl hugged the inner treeline as he walked around a curve when he spotted some optimism. Less than a hundred yards away resided some disturbances in the snow. Revitalized, he pushed forward. Each step was still difficult but much more doable.

He approached the disturbances to discover that they were exactly what he’d hoped for. Deep tracks, almost trenches, crossed through the snow. To wide, deep, and consistent for any animal active this time of year. But for a himbo, it was likely. Eager to find the heard, he jumped into the trench and started following it, hoping to find the source.

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Changing Whisper

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The sound of a car crashing into another filled the room, followed by sirens in the distance. Week old pizza boxes were pilled on the coffee table as empty mountain dew bottles litter the floor. The blinds are closed tight, blocking all light from entering.

Ted opened the door to his apartment and was assaulted by the wall of stench. Immediately, he dropped his bag and stepped further inside. While walking to the far side of the room, he spoke. “Jesus Elijah, did you leave at all this week?” Reaching a window, he threw the blinds and opened the window.

“Fuck that’s bright! Oh, hey Ted.” Elijah paused the game and scratched his head, thinking. “I think I checked the mail once while you were gone.”

Cold air blew into the room, clearing out the funk. Ted stood there, exhausted. “What happened to that hike? Y’know, the one you swore you’d do during your week off.” A week with his high-energy family had worn him down physically and returning to Elijah’s slobishness was doing the same mentally.

“D’know. Didn’t feel like it I guess.” Elijah was done with the conversation. He turned away from Ted and unpaused his game, filling the room with noise.

Ted was starting to get highly annoyed. “Let’s go hit the gym, bro.” With any luck, he’d be able to work of the numerous calories before they stuck around.

“Don’t wanna.”

This made Ted angry. He was attempting to help Elijah be healthier, possibly get laid, and definitely not die young. The anger finally got to Ted. He threw his voice into an unusual tone and cadence. “Come with me to the gym.”

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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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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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