Brogan tucked his dishtowel into the waistband of his half-apron and eyed the latest man to approach the bar with a swagger in his gait that screamed he was showing off machismo to his friends
.
Brogan stepped forward and rested his hands, palms down, on the bar. “What can I get you?” He knew the answer before he even asked. There was one drink these sort of men always wanted. The club was famous for it, after all. The owner had even erected a sign to

As Sawyer pumped his cock into the sloppy hole of his personal FuckCube, he couldn’t help but think it was fitting that the toy that had served him so well for eight years of tour was nearly completely worn out now. It still felt good on his cock, but the FuckCube’s hole had grown loose and the muscles struggled to clench around his cock anymore.

“Hurry up and nut already,” Stoney yelled from several bunks away.

“Yea

Zayn felt like the ticket clerk was going to sus them out somehow, but he didn’t even look up as he checked their tickets and waved them into the cinema. Zayn let out a breath, shot a sheepish grin to his co-conspirator Caleb, and then hurried to the aisle and grabbed a good seat.

He fished the Foodjack out of the front of his pants with a relieved chuckle. “Fuck. I know I’m always packing but I didn’t think that’d work.”

“Hey, roomie?” My roommate Umar leaned on my door frame.

I looked up and felt my cheeks turn pink. Like most days, Umar was only wearing boxer-briefs, which did nothing to hide his hard cock. His chest was broad and covered in dark, tightly curled hair.

“I just wanted to say thanks,” Umar said.

I frowned. Umar was nice, but we weren’t exactly close or the type of guys who talked about anyth

Joe toed the dust with his boot and watched. The Vaginate salesman was a short, balding man. His grey suit had to be stifling, and with every minute that passed, his forehead seemed to grow shinier. He had started dabbing at it with a handkerchief as he talked to the boss. A gaggle of ranch hands, dusty and invariably masculine, were watching him with suspicion.

“And this drug of yours, is it safe?” The boss, a broad-chested, salt and pepper veteran of ranchi

The stage lights dazzled him. Matthew blinked to try and clear his vision. The audience was a blurry shadow. The host was talking to the camera for his closeup, a broad smile on his square jawed face while he reeled off the same spiel he gave every night. “I’m your host Carter Smith, and this is Question or Punishment!”

Matthew didn’t pay attention to the rest. He was trying very hard not to freak out about the fact he was naked on national televi

It was the perfect day for a barbeque. The sun was warm, and the sky was blue and cloudless. Tansy had arrived early to claim one of the barbeques in the park. For now, she was alone. Her friends would arrive later. She watched a pair of college aged men toss a ball back and forth on the grass. Both of them were as naked as they’d been born and muscular, handsome. Jackpot.

Tansy chose this park for her girlfriend’s weekly barbeque brunches for exactly that re

Prompt: The idea popped in my mind of that uh, TF sex club story you did a while back, with the atomizer



“Which do you want?”

Matthew startled. He’d been a million miles away mentally, staring at the neon sign above the door of
Balls
but not really seeing it
.
He hadn’t noticed the queue getting shorter, until he was at the fro

Voretober Day 16: Bubble


Pearson had brought the most delicious sub with him. Wessex eyed his best friend’s new pet from the moment he came through the doors, obediently one step behind Pearson. He was a sweet little guy, broad chested but short, which made him look brawnier. He blushed when he noticed Wessex staring and ignored him after that.

Wessex couldn’t have that. He waited until Pearson got up to piss, and too

Voretober Day 14: Guest


The Saint Pendle University swim team tumbled off the bus after a long journey. Coach Vigon checked off names on his tablet, satisfied, then tucked it back into his bag. “Alright folks. Just grab what luggage is essential for the night, this is a one night layover, not a vacation. You don’t need it all. I’ll go grab the keys, then give you your room assignments.”

They were already a

Good music, surprisingly good beer. The Pi Psi Xi end of year party was actually really good. Declan had never been invited before, and now he felt like he’d missed out. He’d never got into a fraternity - he’d always been too nervous to try out for one. But his younger brother Arthur had rushed the Pips and got him an invite this year. Arthur had gotten their father’s brash confidence.

Declan drifted from the kitchen, refilled solo cup in hand, en

Voretober / Goretober Day 10 Display Case


Professor J’s class had a big display case at the front of the room, next to the door. I had a peak every time I came into glass. It hadn’t really made sense to me at first - why did the professor keep a fancy case full of pairs of underwear? They ranged from sexy jockstraps to little g-strings, and there didn’t seem to be anything special about them.

I’d joined th

Written for Voretober prompt 2: Hero


Wilson grimaced and looked away as the nurse stuck the needle into his arm. It was a necessary part of the procedure, and she’d been nice so far, but god he hated needles. She filled the blood vials and he let out a breath when she finished up and stuck a patch on the spot. “That should be the last of your physical.” She said as she removed her gloves and started to put on new ones for the next patie

Kyle Jenkins wandered into the consultation room with his usual swagger and total lack of any haste. “Hey Doc.” He offered a smile that showed his chipped tooth, but made his handsome face even more attractive. The kid had at least two broken noses, the second one leaving it chronically crooked, and a scar through his eyebrow. But he pulled it all off as roguish good looks.

“What’s up Kyle? Broken anything lately?” Doctor James Mansfield gre

Luke had tried to ignore the way his heart rate spiked and his cock swelled at the thought. He was not the sort of guy who - at least according to the stereotypes - should be here, standing in the queue outside a run down warehouse in a half-abandoned industrial park. He was successful, good looking, had a good sex life. Luke had finished up a tour of duty, and left the Star Force for a cushy job as a security guard for a megacorp HQ in the flashy part of downtown. Clubs like these were for junk

Abel was a bundle of wet skin and bones, huddled a street light. The light flickered and went dim every so often, plunging him into darkness, where all he could do was listen to the rain beat down. When it returned at last, Abel huddled a little further in on himself. When the bus finally came, he stumbled on his own feet - too frozen to remember how to move for a moment. Then he snatched up his duffle bag and hurried into the golden light of the doors.

It was warm, deli

Misho yawned and stretched, then rubbed his eyes to shake the sleep out of them. It didn’t work. He checked the clock, but it was only twelve in the afternoon. The dull hum of lights and computers and coworkers on the phones in their own cubicles was making him sleepy. That and a few too many episodes of Netflix last night. He knew it was a bad idea, but he kept telling himself just one more, until it was three in the morning and he had to be awake in four hours.

M

Austin shivered as his feet touched the cold metal plate at the bottom of the digitizer. He was a little weirded out by having his junk just hanging out in the open for anyone to see. The digitiser was just a wrap-around tube with no front. A queue of people waiting for their turn got to watch him as he climbed in. He told himself no one cared. There were six more identical booths in the room, all with naked guys in them right now.

He looked up at the metal rod curving f

Milo’s friend, who’d talked him into coming to the party, had disappeared with some cute brunette about ten minutes after they’d arrived at the party. Ditched and feeling sorry for himself, Milo had settled for sipping cheap beer from a solo cup - for lack of anything else to do with his hands - while he leaned against one of the back walls.

Honestly, it was a pretty great party. One of the rich college bros had opened up his bachelor pad, which had def

The real estate agent was in his forties, with the build of a college athlete that hadn’t hit the gym for many years. Broad, still muscular, but a little paunch around the middle. He was droning on to James’ parents, and James had gotten bored around the second sentence.

His mother gave a weary sigh. “I really like the one downtown, it’s so close to work and there is a women’s yoga class at the gym I was really hoping to join.”

I’d walked past the little booth a thousand times. It had two entrances, opposite each other, covered with curtains, and a nondescript black and chrome paint job all over. Every time I came to the mall with my boyfriend Milo, he pointed it out. Today, on my way to grab some boxers for Milo, I looked at it, took a deep breath and finally mustered the courage to walk over to it.

The sign was green, which meant someone else was in the male booth. Maybe I’d chose

“Come on, come on.” Farah quietly urged the bus to go faster, and the traffic to somehow disappear. First day of semester and he was going to be late. Farah had to sign a waiver just to take this class. He obsessively checked the time on his phone as the bus slowly crawled through the packed city streets. When the bus finally pulled up at the curb, he wasn’t the only man to grab their bags and clamber for the doors.

In a manner that would’ve been

I couldn’t meet Josiah’s eyes whenever I passed him in the hall. It was becoming unbearable. But I couldn’t even look down, because everytime I did, I saw the bulge in his jeans and imagined what it’d feel like inside me.

Then we got paired up for an English assignment. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” I swore under my breath as Mrs Gilmath handed out the assignment sheet. I was going to be stuck with him, every class, for a month. How the hell was

“Galactic Shipping Co. We pack them better. What can I do for you?” The jingle rolled off my tongue with a hollow sound, and my response was so automatic it took a moment for my brain to catch up to my eyes. Two men stood in front of the reception desk - which really needed a polish, or to be thrown out - and both of them looked about as bored as I felt.

The paint was peeling on the walls, and the marble tiles were chipped and scuffed. By the scruffy beards a

A mid 20's cub goes to his first big bear event and gets turned on by the private transformation area. He gets musk-drunk and can't help but beg to get dicked by a daddy bear.




Dylan pulled off his jersey while his teammate, and sometimes fuckbuddy, prattled in his ear. He stuffed the sweaty jersey in his bag, only half listening to Saaj.



“Come on, it’ll b

Daisy Vanwolden was rich. She liked to remind people of that fact, and it was one of the reasons she always had a small herd of boytoys at her beck and call. If she’d been a popstar, they’d have been called groupies, but Daisy would’ve scoffed at any such comparison. She was above
groupies.
In another century, they would’ve been her courtiers.

But Daddy Vanwolden was new money, not old money. Oil, or finance, or t

Master Sam made my cock stand at attention tonight. He did that every night, but when he was in skin-tight leather pants and no shirt, it might’ve been harder. I followed behind him, eyes demurely lowered, as we were waved into
Balls,
the BDSM club we frequented. I’d met Sam at
Balls
and we’d kicked off our relationship here. I wore the customary yellow collar of a taken submissive; Sam wore blue as a dominant.

Timber had been working on the Human Cleanup Program for a year. He liked the feeling of accomplishment it gave. Today, he pulled on his boots and laced them tightly, snapped closed his belt, and headed for the precinct garage.

The big old truck was affectionately called Bessie. She’d been a decommissioned military wagon, before the city funded the program. A new coat of paint didn’t disguise her sharp angles and the grind of her gears whenever she moved.

Mr K was still dumping clothes from his last class in the trash when his senior science class at Brakeburn Boarding School for Boys started to filter in. He wiped his hands on a towel as he walked back to the head of the class.

Jesse shoved his friend Niall playfully as they came into the class. Joking and shoving as they hit the seats. Jesse was a lean guy, on the school track team, with curly hair that was endlessly unruly. His hair was slightly wet from hitting the sh

Someone had brought a Pussy Wand to the locker room. Jesse realized that when he dragged himself off the field, tired and sweaty. Coach had been in a bad temper and he’d done three more laps than usual. He just wanted to shower, go home and sleep.

Someone turned out to be Tristan Gonalez, who was showing it off in the middle of the room. His shirt off, sweat still streaking long black hair. Loud voices filled the room as the team jostled each other teasingly.

The statue garden was beautiful. Among the roses and climbing ivy, each perfect marble figure was placed with care. The plants complementing the shockingly white stone, curling around curled toes or arched soles, as if caressing them. The statues were carefully kept clean of plants that might scar the soft stone, and protected from the weather by the glass dome that enclosed it all.

After all, the Collector didn’t want his prizes damaged until he was done with them