“Jimmy? Are you there?”
Jimmy could still hear the voice in his head as he drove down the freeway, heading for the city proper. He had snuck out of his room in the middle of the night, and was on his way to Pigtown--all because a dream that he was somehow certain wasn’t a dream at all.
“Please Jimmy, you have to help me. He’s hurting me, please, Jimmy, please!”
It had been days since Jimmy had thought about Marlon, since he’d even recalled bei...
2021-09-18 02:01:17 +0000 UTC
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Samuel pushed his way out onto the street, taking a few deep breaths of the cold night air. He hadn’t even gathered his coat from the studio before he’d abandoned the young man he’d picked up from Depot, but he hoped that the chill might settle him, ground him for a moment. He flexed his hands, and tried to shake the sensation of that young man’s flesh, how it had bent and twisted, how fresh it had felt, throbbing and alive and it could be so many things, so much more than it was. He ...
2021-09-16 01:25:37 +0000 UTC
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Folks supporting me over on Sponsus can put suggestions in the hat for little flash fictions they'd like to see me write! Here's the first one this month! If you have an idea, the suggestion box is open over there.
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“I mean, I want to get bigger, but no one tells you how much work it is, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty common. Everyone wants to get big until they realize how much else they have to change. Have you tried hypnosis?”
“A few files, never rea...
2021-09-15 22:15:38 +0000 UTC
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“What do you want pig? You want more smoke?”
The man on his knees in front of Kyle gave a little whimper, but the size of his hard on, and the hunger in his eyes showed that his hesitancy was no longer as powerful as his newfound lust. Kyle took a long drag off the jumbo pipe he was smoking tonight at The Hideaway, wrapped one leather glove around the man’s chin, and fed him the smoke. He snorted it down, his already substantial waistline filling out even further, eyes glazed over...
2021-09-14 00:59:01 +0000 UTC
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Precinct 27 had been a normal police precinct, at one point. The neighborhood had been rundown, ripe for gentrification maybe, but no more troubled than any other area of the city. But then, they’d seen an uptick in public indecency, nudity, sex in the alleys, all of it originating at the far end of its jurisdiction. Rumor told of a bar or a club or a complex called Pigtown that had opened up, some sleazy gay place, but the officers had never been able to find it and shut it down. Then, it ...
2021-09-11 00:47:49 +0000 UTC
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Parker swore that it had been a normal workout--usually a couple of hours from when he started stretching to his cool down cardio. When he looked outside though, he was confused to see that it was night already, and he had been lifting weights for close to five hours straight, cycling through arms, back, legs, chest, core and back again, over and over, desperate to try use up the energy that was suddenly thrumming through him. He was a bit addled at first, soaked in sweat, trying to piece tog...
2021-09-08 20:12:49 +0000 UTC
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After Parker had slapped him around back at their apartment, Samuel had spent a few minutes brooding a bit about it, and then packed a bag so he could stay overnight in his studio. It was over between them, unofficially at this point, but he wasn’t stupid enough to wait for a brute like that to come back and break the news to him. He doubted that Parker even remembered where his studio was, he’d only taken him there once, early in their relationship, so Samuel could do a study of him for ...
2021-09-06 21:08:32 +0000 UTC
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Marlon was lost, had been lost for a while now. Sometimes, he was there in the cage, feeling his body slowly draining away, too exhausted to move, too exhausted to do much of anything. Other times, he was out of the cage, with Shadow, who for the last week, had been tormenting Marlon’s shade almost non-stop. Shadow didn’t seem to need sleep, or food, or water. Marlon, on the other hand--or at least, the part of Marlon in the cage, didn’t seem to require them any more either, but didn’...
2021-09-03 23:29:23 +0000 UTC
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Hey all! After last week's nightmare, I've started an account over on Sponsus.org, where I will be dedicating most of my energy as far as crowdfunding goes for the forseeable future. You can check out my profile here! The good news is, they have a tool that let me import most of my Patreon content into that platform without much hassle at all! I wish I'd known about that, before I'd gone through and purged all of that co...
2021-09-01 23:32:36 +0000 UTC
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The week before, after going to see his friend Kyle at the smoke shop and having that strange conversation with Marshall,Jim had strode down the sidewalk and gone straight towards the precinct as Marshall had suggested. Standing outside the building, however, his resolve had wavered. Marshall had told him he had two options. Either he could forget that any of this had ever happened, like everyone else had seemed to, aside from him and Kyle, or he could ask the officers here for help. Jimmy co...
2021-09-01 22:35:08 +0000 UTC
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Part 3: The Long Shadows Behind the Light
Chapter 1: Feeding the Flame
The Tuesday after he’d met Rod in the VIP room above Depot, Samuel had given him a call and said he wanted to talk about his offer. He’d intended the meeting to be short--long enough to turn his deal down, and maybe throw a drink in his face. Samuel had never wanted to be bought. You couldn’t get anywhere in the art world without selling your work of course, but there was...
2021-08-30 22:03:33 +0000 UTC
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Those of you who follow me on twitter, or are members of my discord, may have seen the news that I got pinged by Patreon support for violating their terms of service. I'd been careful as of late, but that last story of mine got me in trouble, and as a result, I had to do a very substantial purge of my content on here in order to try and get back into their good graces. Good news is, my account here is no longer in violation, and so not a immediate risk of suspension. Bad news, a lot of conten...
2021-08-27 23:11:00 +0000 UTC
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Hey all! It's been a hell of a summer, and a hell of a week, struggling through a bunch of real life stuff, and it isn't looking like things are going to be lightening up anytime soon. As it is, I've been struggling to find time to write consistently, which I'm sure has been frustrating for readers out there, who would like more content on a regular basis. I too would like more content on a regular basis! It's always a goal, though whether I have the time/energy to meet that goal is a separat...
2021-08-25 22:39:17 +0000 UTC
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Guess who finally cleared their commission queue! This fella, it was me. Sorry the content over here has been a little sporadic for the last while, but while I get back to work on The Pigtown Chronicles, I thought it would be a good time to do another interactive story! I considered picking up where I'd left off with Frat Daddy, but decided to start a new one instead. This time around, we have a rather mysterious Arctos branded dating app. One slight change this time around is that I won'...
2021-06-15 01:22:54 +0000 UTC
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I know I said I'd get back to The Pigtown Chronicles come May, but I'm still wrapping up the last few commissions before I can get back and start posting the third arc. In the meantime, another commissioner requested a story in the Pigtown universe, and gave me a chance to introduce a new part of the world in Pigtown which I'm eager to show you all as well.
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Alex checked the address again, and looked up at the rather sizable house he was standing in front of, wondering...
2021-06-02 17:24:19 +0000 UTC
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Hey all! So I'm branching out into something I've been wanting to do for a while now, and have decided to start doing some solo, sexy video content--my stories, basically, but as a monologue. I posted one on youtube and linked to it a while back, which was this one. I've done another one, and have a few more in the wings, but, well, they're not safe for work, you could say, and so I can't post them here, to Patreon (because ...
2021-05-01 23:35:09 +0000 UTC
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A few months ago, a patron sent me an email asking if I'd do a video for him, similar to the ones I've shown upper tier patrons in the past. I figured, why not? Here's the result! It's a first for me for a lot of things, especially video editing, which I don't do much of at all, but it was a good practice run! I might make more of these down the line, or if you'd be interested in something, you can...
2021-04-06 17:10:25 +0000 UTC
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Alright, here's the final chapter of part 2! I hope you enjoyed this one. There's going to be a bit of a break between this and part 3, which I will probably start posting in May. As for what's coming in April, I'm planning on another run of captions I think, which I'll be posting on discord first, and then over on my main blog. Until then, I have a sizable backlog of unposted stories I need to edit and get up for everyone, which I'll be doing for the rest of the month.
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2021-03-18 00:57:31 +0000 UTC
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Barry and Dennis didn’t cuddle much. Perhaps it was because Dennis was a bit cold in bed, and guarded his sleep close. You couldn’t do a clean surgery if you were tired in the morning, after all. But this morning, Dennis appreciated it. The little spoon wasn’t his usual position, since he was bigger than Barry was, but this morning, he felt enveloped in his husband’s arms somehow. Safe. He snuggled back a bit, thankful it was Saturday and he didn’t really have to get up for anything...
2021-03-16 03:12:13 +0000 UTC
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“Rise and shine meatheads, let’s get to fuckin’ work!”
Richard groaned and rolled over on the mattress, and nearly tumbled off--he reached out and found a post and stopped himself, then looked around. He had no idea where he was. In fact, he had no idea where he was supposed to be. He had no real idea who he was, either, for that matter. It was easier to start with the where--so he did that.
It was a long metal room, the two sides lined with bunk beds. All around him, guys...
2021-03-13 02:59:33 +0000 UTC
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Dennis quickly discovered that The Hideaway wasn’t so much a bar, as a fucking maze. The hallway made a few turns, and then ended at a junction going left or right. The corridor was narrow, and barely lit. He stood there for a couple moments, waiting for his eyes to adjust, and then went right, trying to follow the sounds of what he assumed would be the crowd at the main bar. But after following the corridor for a little ways, he came upon a dead end with a sling hanging from the ceiling. A...
2021-03-11 02:27:21 +0000 UTC
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Richard found himself dragged down some concrete steps into the basement of the house where Barry had driven them. It was not his house--where in the hell was he? He tried to focus on what was going on around him, but it was difficult. He never drank that much, but Barry had just kept filling his glass from all those pitchers, and he was such a good guy, he hadn’t wanted to disappoint him. Now he was here, in some strange basement, with two guys cutting his clothes off before strapping him ...
2021-03-09 01:50:39 +0000 UTC
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For the rest of the week, Dennis found himself running that odd encounter with Kyle’s father over and over in his head, trying desperately to fit all of his memories of the last week into some sort of order. Some of the pieces now felt like they didn’t fit anywhere...(had he really seen Kyle that night in Depot? If he had, why would he have taken him home? If he couldn’t take him home, why had he gone down and intervened?). Some of the pieces now felt too small (he’d gone downtown on ...
2021-03-06 23:29:32 +0000 UTC
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Thursday evening, after work, Barry was on the corner where Hugh had told him to wait. Depot was down the street, and he watched the nearly unmarked door keep a steady traffic going in, even this early. Barry was surprised that a club would ever be that busy on a weeknight, but he found himself thinking about the dance floor again, thinking about how he’d almost gotten lost there, but lost the feeling instead. That sense of doubt almost made him abandon his plan, but he held on. Hugh showed...
2021-03-04 02:24:55 +0000 UTC
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Upstairs that evening, Marshall had Kyle assist with cooking dinner, and after they’d eaten, he led him into the living room. There, against the wall, was another humidor full of Marshall’s private stash of cigars, and hanging beside it, a rack with his pipes. He pulled out two cigars, handed one to Kyle, and soon they were on the couch, kissing and swapping smoke, and it wasn’t long before Marshall stood up and dropped his jeans.
Kyle realized it was the first time he’d seen hi...
2021-03-02 14:55:57 +0000 UTC
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Of all the things that Barry had considered that meeting might be, he was left with a result, afterward, that was so far beyond his expectations that by the time he got home, he was sure that it must have been a dream of some sort. A hallucination, perhaps. He checked his wallet twice, but everything was there. He hadn’t given out any personal information that he could recall, but maybe he’d been under some sort of strange influence, and just didn’t remember. Dennis asked him why he was...
2021-02-27 02:48:52 +0000 UTC
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Kyle did think about what Marshall had said. It was all he could really think about for the rest of that afternoon, that evening after he went home, while he tried to sleep, and in the morning when he woke up. He kept thinking about watching that little bit of smoke slide into Dennis’ ear, thought about what he had seen in the shed that night, thought about what kind of power could make something like that happen. He thought about Jim too, and Marlon, and what he’d told him. Would he disa...
2021-02-25 21:49:00 +0000 UTC
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The phone call on Monday had been cryptic:
“Brokerage,” a rather deep voice had said on the other end of the line, after Barry dialed the number he’d been given.
“Yes, hello. My name is Barry Gersholm. I was given a card with this number to contact a Mr. Ian Miller.”
There was a bit of silence. “Who gave you the number?”
“A fellow named Hugh.”
“Are you buying or selling?”
“Excuse me?”
“Buying or selling?”
“I guess...
2021-02-23 04:08:15 +0000 UTC
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As soon as Dennis stepped into the lobby at Precinct 27 on Tuesday around noon, he gave a little grimace. This was not the well kept, shiny sort of police station they had out in the suburbs (or at least, it wasn’t the idea of a well kept, shiny police station that he had in mind, since he had never stepped foot in one aside for a tour with the boy scouts when he was a teenager). The room was dimly lit, the tiles were dingy and didn’t look they’d seen a mop in quite some time. There was...
2021-02-19 23:24:58 +0000 UTC
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Kyle woke up on Saturday morning with a throbbing headache and a sore throat, enough that when he went downstairs, his mother asked him if he was catching a cold, while his father just kept reading the paper, uninterested. Kyle waved his mom off, worried he might still smell of alcohol, or worse, smoke, but if either of them noticed, they didn’t say anything. He sat down, had breakfast, and the entire experience was such a break from what had happened the night before, that it was becoming ...
2021-02-18 02:13:46 +0000 UTC
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