joshslater

Hitting Jock Bottom pt 2

The first cycle was uncomfortable more in a weird way than a painful way. I could feel my bowels being filled up from both ends, though more from the ass than the front. Perhaps because I’ve never had an enema before. As I felt myself being stretched I could feel vibrations. First I thought it was muscle contractions or imagination, but as it increased in amplitude I quickly became convinced I was somehow being massaged. I don’t know for how long I was kept in that state, but...

Hitting Jock Bottom

This is the first truly original story I posted to tumblr. It ended up being a three parter, though I can imagine adding more parts to it. At some point in the future there will be a continuation festival, where I just churn out the most requested follow ups. This one will not be on that list, as the algorithms and behavior of tumbler is such that people aren't reading old stories.

There was never a plan for it to be more than one part. The only real goal I had with this first one was t...

Hitting Jock Bottom

I felt like shit. The throbbing headache told me to stay in bed. Actually, wise from hangovers past I should go and drink water and then take a nap and hope things would turn out better the next time I wake up. Those thoughts quickly went through my mind, still foggy from whatever had transpired the night before. I didn’t remember what had happened nor how I had gotten here, but this was definitely not my bed.

Harsh white light lit the sparse, tiled room as I opened my eyes. I was str...

Prick

So this was the first story I published on the tumblr account, July 21st 2018 at 2:56 am. A rewrite of a story from the now deactivated account eventide-oh-god-of-desire that I never had the opportunity to ask for permission. Though my story is a complete rewrite I tend to ask the original author for permission whenever possible. If nothing else it usually sparks a conversation where the author reveals something deeper, like why the story was written in the first place, or some hidden motivat...

Prick

“Ayyye you fuckin’ Posh cunt, why dontcha watch where yer fukin goin!”, Shane shouted as he decked the guy with a right uppercut. The guy had been too busy with some fucking app on his phone to notice Shane, and had crashed into him, spilling bullshit-frappe all over his trackies. The tosser had been out cold before he could hear the word “cunt”.

The punch had been a reflex, and if he left right now, no one would be any wiser. Except the wanker on the floor. That was a risk hi...