Previously on Encore — Jayden moves in across the hall and introduces Josh and Liam to ENCORE, a magical reality show that’s turning the people who watch it gay. Josh and Liam are already a lost cause, their minds and bodies transformed with every episode they watch. Meanwhile Ryan and Mark agreed to watch just one episode and now they’re binging the show. Mark insists he’s not gonna turn gay —he just wants the muscle. But now Mark’s shaking his ass in ...
2025-11-14 01:21:50 +0000 UTC
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Hey y'all, I know I'm dramatically late on the next chapter of "Encore" for Horny Himbo level subscribers, so I thought I'd apologize by sharing a short little story that popped into my head this morning. Free for everyone.
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I hate Mondays. Alarm clock, coffee, bus ride, then back to the office for another week in my cubicle.
But when I walked past reception, Brandon looked like hell. That’s the twenty-something that works behind the front d...
2025-11-13 00:19:46 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys -- I kinda got stuck on my second story this month, so I pulled this from my 'in case of emergency' queue. Hope y'all enjoy it! Happy Halloween!
PS: Encore should show up sometime this weekend.
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My name's Evan, and if you asked me two months ago, I would've said I had my shit together. Twenty-six, living in downtown Vancouver, entry-level project coordinator at Pulse Communications. Not flashy, but stable. Respectable. The kind of career ...
2025-11-01 00:22:18 +0000 UTC
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My alarm chirped, slicing through the predawn stillness of my apartment. I tapped it off before it could chirp again. Efficiency.
I swung my legs down, bare feet sinking into a cheap IKEA rug. It was thin, but clean. I’d vacuumed it last Sunday, and I had the spreadsheet to prove it.
For a moment I let myself stare at the wall, cataloguing my plans — run, work, a protein shake for lunch, more work. The structure was comforting, like code that compiled.
The city was gray ...
2025-10-28 21:03:38 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys — this chapter just naturally ended up on the shorter and tamer side. I'm going to try and slip in another Encore chapter in the next few days to be fair to y'all.
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I stared at the message on my phone.
OBEDIENT JOCK
The animation kept looping — a cartoon version of me with a big muscles and a slutty jockstrap. I sat there staring. The last challenge had given me a massive ass. How far would this one go?
2025-10-01 05:43:44 +0000 UTC
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I picked the far end of the bar. Neutral territory. Close to the exit, far from the speakers.
I hadn’t been in a gay club in years. Mario begged. Fifth anniversary, he said, let’s do something fun. I offered to book us a B&B up the coast – wild salmon, a stone fireplace and coffee in bed. He wanted to sweat under disco lights. I'm a people pleaser, so…
My old fashioned was garbage. A dry orange peel and too much simple syrup. I nursed it and watched my husb...
2025-09-28 03:56:27 +0000 UTC
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The campus was crawling with hot gay guys. Like, statistically improbable levels of hot. You couldn’t throw a reusable water bottle without hitting an Andrew Christian ad. Even the so-called nerds were suspiciously buff, with tight polos and shiny hair and sculpted glutes.
I'm a five. Five-and-a-half if I wore my tightest jeans. I wasn’t ugly, just... forgettable. Average height. Average build. Dark curly hair that frizzed if I skipped product. I had a decent smile, but nobody looke...
2025-09-26 00:16:40 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys - sorry for being so incredibly late with this one. I got kinda caught up getting the details right. -Derek
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Mark and I were sitting so close our knees touched.
We didn’t need to be that tight – but I wanted to be as close to the TV as possible, andI guess Mark had the same idea. An hour ago I’d been dead set against watching Encore, but now…
Mark had this half-stoned look on his face – they got him good.
Me too, I gu...
2025-09-11 22:43:04 +0000 UTC
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Hey all – this one took a little longer than I planned, so Encore: Chapter 3 will be up in the first couple days of September. As we say in Canada, sorry.
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“Thank you for calling Northline Communications. My name’s Parker. How can I help?”
I wore a headset and read lines from a screen. My manager was walking the floor with a tablet and a disapproving scowl. Please don’t ask me to do overtime…
I wasn’t going home after work. There’s this...
2025-09-01 05:13:51 +0000 UTC
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Marco and I share an office. The second bedroom in our trendy Yaletown apartment.
His desk was carefully arranged. A calm space with neat succulents and soft lighting. My workspace was a mess of empty coffee mugs, old takeout boxes, and my laptop in the middle. His webcam was pointed carefully so it wouldn’t film my chaos.
Not that he was filming right now. It was 6:03 AM on a Tuesday. Marco was asleep in our bed while I worked through the night.&nb...
2025-08-30 21:42:58 +0000 UTC
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I stared at the ceiling.
Josh was gay now. That was new.
I turned my head and stared at the wall. The thin sheet of drywall separated me from Josh, who was probably asleep already, maybe dreaming about… whatever gay guys dreamed about. Pool parties and musical numbers?
It wasn’t like I had a problem with it. Obviously. I knew a gay guy at work and we got along fine. We'd even had a beer after work once – I made sure he knew it wasn't a date.
But this was differen...
2025-07-31 17:04:06 +0000 UTC
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The towel bar on the third floor of the Driftwood Inn had come off the wall. Again.
I crouched in the cramped bathroom, wedging my multitool behind the bracket. The drywall was soft, and the stud was too far left. No matter how tight I got the screws, it would sag. I could already picture the guests – another couple from Portland, probably – sending in a complaint about “basic standards.” I’d have to smooth it over. Offer a bottle of wine.
My shirt stuck to my back. My p...
2025-07-24 06:45:06 +0000 UTC
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Kaylee and I were fighting again.
It had started over something small – a sarcastic comment she made about the dishes – but by the time we hit the third round, it had morphed into the same tired argument.
"You're wasting your twenties," she snapped, standing in the doorway of our apartment's tiny living room, her leggings already halfway on. "You sit on your ass playing that stupid game all day. You could at least... try. Come to the gym with me. Once."
I didn’t even l...
2025-07-13 04:54:55 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys, this will be our HornyHimbo+ bonus story for the upcoming months. It's a bit of a slow burn, but I think you'll like where it goes.
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I used to tell people I worked in marketing.
That made it sound a lot more glamorous than it really was. What I actually did was write Instagram captions for dog food brand and beg influencers to post our promo codes.
My job was making sales for stupid products. It paid the bills – barely – but every time I pos...
2025-06-30 07:01:44 +0000 UTC
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“Too much?” Jay asked, then grinned without waiting for an answer. “No such thing.”
The golden-skinned himbo stared at his carved swimmer’s body in the full-length mirror. He was naked except for his favourite jockstrap. His hair was sun-bleached and artfully messy, his abs cut deep, and his pecs so firm they cast their own shadows. He held a sequinned dress shirt in one hand like it was his secret weapon.
His boyfriend Spencer stood across the room, moodily gazing...
2025-06-28 22:12:33 +0000 UTC
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I hated this part of the job.
The mansion was silent. Late afternoon light came through the west-facing windows, casting shadows across the polished stone countertops and staged furniture. Every surface was spotless. Nothing was out of place. The house was ready for buyers... but none had shown up.
It felt like standing in some overpriced mausoleum, sweating through a dress shirt that fit ten pounds ago. My name tag was crooked. My hair was thinning. My confidence was MIA.
...
2025-06-22 20:24:02 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys - I had an idea this weekend and figured I'd try something experimental. It's mildly interactive, and I've only tested it on a couple devices, but I wanted to share with all of you. No charge for this one – it's not a story in the traditional sense, and I want to give it away to everyone subscribed to this Patreon.
Hope you enjoy,
Derek
2025-06-17 06:31:52 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys - here's the last instalment of my 'Day in the Life' series. Thanks for giving me a few extra days. I've already got the next Horny Himbo story outlined and I'm looking forward to sharing the first chapter next month!
I hope you enjoy this one. I had a ton of fun writing 'Day in the Life'. As always, thank you for your support.
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I woke up hungover. I vaguely remember Monty pointing me towards the guest bedroom before dragging Van –...
2025-06-04 21:13:21 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys - I got a little carried away with this one. It's about 10,000 words long. I'm also having a few health problems in my family, so I've got to hop on a plane and make sure everyone is taken care of. Might be a few days late with the last chapter of "Day in the Life" for the HornyHimbo tier. Sorry, and thanks! --Derek
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The gym was keeping me sane.
My job was boring. My sex life was dead. I had one friend worth texting.
We texted constantly....
2025-05-29 04:15:02 +0000 UTC
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I hated how quiet the office was at night. Fluorescent light hummed, and a vacuum was running somewhere across the building. It was past nine. Again.
There was no one left on my floor. Just me, slouched in an ergonomic chair, staring at a spreadsheet that refused to make sense. I’d been tasked with a “re-engagement funnel” for our lapsed male customers—whatever that meant
The higher-ups thought they were geniuses for throwing out buzzwords. It always landed on me to ...
2025-05-07 06:27:43 +0000 UTC
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We’d been bouncing down the hallway for about an hour when my head stopped swimming from the tranquilizer.
My wrists were starting to hurt from the ropes and I needed to pee badly. A half-transformed himbo hunter was sitting near me, his arms wrapped around his knees. He looked so out of it.
I hate when I don’t finish a job. This guy was didn’t deserve to be stuck halfway for the rest of his life. Knowing Montgomery, he’d probably be into it. ...
2025-05-01 03:23:47 +0000 UTC
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I never imagined my life would turn into this.
At twenty-seven, I should've been living the dream: high-rise apartment overlooking downtown Vancouver, a degree framed above my drafting table, a Junior Architect title I fought like hell for. Instead, it felt like I'd built my own prison—a very clean, very sterile prison.
Wake up. Black coffee. Work. More work. Pretend to like the office dogs. Work through lunch. Micromanaged into the ground by Mitchell, my so-called "mentor," who...
2025-04-29 08:14:00 +0000 UTC
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It wasn’t supposed to be forever.
Just a Craigslist roommate situation until I could afford my own place. I was saving up for something better— walls thicker than paper and a bathroom I didn’t have to share with a stranger.
Josh was a lot. Gay, a bartender, and a total whore. That’s his word, not mine.
He’d always saunter into the apartment after his shift with some pretty boy in tow, giggling and pawing at each other. He made no apologies the next day ...
2025-04-28 01:25:12 +0000 UTC
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My knuckles were white on the steering wheel. I’d been driving for an hour with no sign of pursuit, but I didn’t feel safe. Montgomery wouldn’t give up so easy.
Alan’s phone kept going to voicemail: “Hey, it’s Alan. Sorry to miss your call, I’m probably with another client or lost in a spreadsheets. Leave your name and number, and –”
I hung up and dialled again. He was tied up in a dark basement. He was being held at gunpoint by one of Montgomer...
2025-04-01 03:24:51 +0000 UTC
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Author's Note: Hey guys, I had an interesting month in that two guys reached out with what specifically turns them on. One of 'em wanted smooth guys, the other wanted a transformation that had to do with hair. Now... I don't do commissions, but if you can get me turned on, there's a good chance I'll write it. Potentia is what I wrote with an emphasis on smoothness, this one goes for hairy. It's a little outside my normal – hope y'all enjoy!
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I knew my angles.
2025-03-28 21:18:00 +0000 UTC
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I hate when it rains. I walked with my collar turned up, head tilted down. I was trying to calculate probability. What were the chances I’d be soaked by a passing car? It comforted me. Numbers always have.
I'm a man who loves routine – my alarm goes off at 6 AM, my morning run is precisely 3.2 km, my coffee machine is on a timer.
I masturbate after the run. It’s part of the sequence. I’m efficient. No porn, no fantasy, just a release while standing in the showe...
2025-03-25 05:54:38 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys! A few years ago, I wrote a series to test out the storytelling possibilities with AI assisted writing. The models have gotten a lot better since then, so I thought I’d try re-writing the same series, based on the same outlines, using the newest technology.
Here's the second one of the series. I'm also releasing them on GSS, so these ones are no charge for everyone on the Patreon.
I hope you enjoy!
I watched Nick...
2025-03-07 03:26:16 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys - thanks for the patience on this one. Enjoy!
-Derek
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I woke up with the bellhop again.
I don’t usually sleep with the same guy twice, but I hadn’t spent much time with him yesterday, just a minute in the elevator where I turned him from a law student into a slutty gave gym rat, and then again when I’d brought him up after coming home from NEON. And, of course, the couple of blowjobs in between. I’d given him a great ass,...
2025-03-03 07:15:55 +0000 UTC
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Hey all -
The Horny Himbo level story for this month, A Thursday In The Life, isn’t quite ready to post tonight. I’ll have it up by the end of the weekend. I’ve just finished moving houses, and despite best efforts, it’s just not done.
Like Douglas Adams said “I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”
My apologies. I think you’ll like what you see.
-Derek
2025-03-01 05:50:35 +0000 UTC
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I sat at the long table, my fingers wrapped around a pen like a weapon. My notes were precise, my arguments razor-sharp. Sitting beside me, the visiting academic—Dr. Edwin Blake, a middle-aged scholar from some second-rate institution—was sweating through his ill-fitted blazer. The man had just finished presenting a paper on 18th-century economic metaphors in romantic poetry, and I could already taste the blood in the water.
I leaned forward, adjusting my glasses. "Dr. Blake, if I m...
2025-02-28 00:19:28 +0000 UTC
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