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Velvet Rot [v0.1] - Early Access

Gay Corruption HTML Game

Velvet Rot - Early Access by GodAki

Gay adult corruption game in browser HTML. Early access, built-in game editor included.

Something buries itself into Noah's mind at the park.

At first, it feels like a passing thought. A look that lingers. A want that should have stayed quiet. Then it settles in deeper, turning familiar places strange and making the people closest to him feel newly dangerous.

Evan, Dylan, Mark are already part of Noah's life. Already close enough for trust, tension, and temptation to blur together. As the infection moves through him, each of them begins to bend in a different way.

Velvet Rot is a gay adult corruption game about desire spreading through ordinary actions. This is early access. The game is stable and everything runs. The writing is what's still being finished. No character arc are finished.I use AI drafting to get the structure down fast, but making a scene actually land as good erotica takes slower human work and there's a lot of it still to do. Some scenes are there. Some aren't yet. There's a feedback tool in the game to report bugs.

And if you're feeling ambitious, every download comes with Velvet Rot Studios, a built-in game editor for writing your own characters, scenes, and routes.

Join the Discord: https://discord.gg/wnuJg7XZFw

[miles-risque]

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After I came out to my parents, My Republican uncle told them he’d take me in for the summer to show me "traditional values".

Now I’m on the third breeding of the day at his trailer park while my parents texts asking how the discipline is going.

Uncle was right. I’m not acting gay anymore. I’m just his hole and cumdump.

[caleb-risquem]

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It started a couple of weeks ago. My brother Pete always had a problem with sleepwalking. One night, he came into my room.

I woke up pinned face-down, his heavy weight pressed against my back. My boxers were already shoved down. His cock was dead hard, pushing blindly against my dry hole.

I struggled, trying to push him off, but he just locked his hands on my hips and held me down. He stretched me open, running on pure, unconscious reflex, fucking me until he bred me deep.

When he finally pulled out, he just stood in the corner of the room. Naked, sweating, his eyes completely dazed. Cum dripped from his cock onto the floorboards. Then he turned around and walked back down the hall.

I couldn't forget how it felt.

Now, I leave the door cracked every night. I lie here in the dark, just waiting for him to come back.

[alex-wickedcr]

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Acquired Taste

Kyle pressed the nozzle. The can hissed, leaving a thick curl of whipped cream over the flushed head of his cock. It settled cold against him, already beginning to soften, one white edge slipping toward the ridge.

Nick stayed on his knees, watching it move. He swallowed hard.

"So, how is this supposed to help, again?" Nick asked, his voice tight.

Kyle rocked back on his heels. "If you're gagging from sucking your boyfriend's cock, maybe practice with something sweeter?"

Nick stared at the melting white foam. "Isn't this like… kinda wrong? There's gotta be something else I can do to get used to the taste of dick that isn't my brother's."

Kyle watched him for a beat, his expression hesitant. "So like, do you want to back out, then?"

Nick’s jaw tensed. The thought of backing away twisted in his gut, but the reality of his brother’s cock right in front of his face was paralyzing. "Well, no—" he muttered, shooting Kyle a suspicious look. "Just give me a second." The suspicion eased into something more curious. "Are you sure about this?"

Kyle’s mouth opened, then closed. The confidence faltered just a fraction.

Nick leaned in, the scent of vanilla hitting him first. His breath hitched.

"We can stop," Kyle murmured, his voice suddenly lower. "We should stop."

Nick didn't answer. He just closed the last inch and took the first taste.

The first sensation was only the cream—cold, synthetic, and purely sweet against his tongue. He dragged his lips carefully over the head, letting the sugar coat the warmth underneath. It was a pleasant, easy transition. Then, as he swirled his tongue around the ridge, the sweetness thinned out, and underneath it he caught the flavor he'd been dreading.

But before it could turn into everything he'd braced for, a small bead of precum welled up instead—faint, and strangely sweet. It wasn't what he'd expected. It wasn't Oliver. It was just Kyle. He didn't gag. Steadied by it, he pressed in for more, chasing that same taste.

Kyle’s hand fisted at his side. His thighs shuddered, a broken sound tearing out of him. "Fuck… Nick—"

Nick froze. Hearing his own name like that struck somewhere deep in his gut, and it didn't fade—it just sat there, warm and strange, tangled up with something he couldn't name. He didn't know what he was chasing anymore, only that he wasn't done with it yet.

He took another taste, lingering longer this time, like the answer might be somewhere further down. He parted his lips, taking the head fully inside. Kyle’s thigh hardened beneath his palm as he let out another rough, tight breath.

It was the stillness afterward that made Nick look up—Kyle watching him, openly. The weight of being watched sent heat rushing to Nick's face, and he pulled back fast, lips parting with a wet pop. Cream shone faintly at the corner of his mouth.

Kyle looked down at him, some of his bravado slipping. “Well? …Bad?”

“No,” Nick said quietly. “You taste different from Oliver.”

Nick tasted his lips again. “A bit stronger. But better than I thought.”

Kyle exhaled a shaky breath. “You went down pretty far.”

“Yeah.” It came out fast. “Was that bad?”

"No! you felt so good", Kyle watched him for a second before looking away, rubbing the back of his neck. “To be honest,” he said, “I’ve kind of always wanted to do this with you.”

Nick blinked. “What?”

“Not like—” Kyle stopped, looking a bit lost. “Just this. Practicing together. It feels like no pressure between us, y'know.”

Nick didn't answer right away. His gaze had dropped involuntarily, caught by the sight of Kyle’s cock—still hard, twitching slightly, slick with spit and arousal. The confession made the electric feeling in his chest from before settle into sharp focus.

“I liked it,” Nick said, his eyes now looking up into his brother's eyes. “Making you feel good like that.”

Kyle went still. He caught the direction of Nick's stare and didn't look away.

Instead, he reached for the can and pressed the nozzle again. Another thick dollop hissed out, settling over the wet, glistening head.

“Again?” Kyle asked.

Nick watched the cream begin to soften.

Then he leaned forward.

[aaron-heaty863h]

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Caged

David saw me and understood what I needed.

He looked at that steel locked around me and smiled, because he saw exactly what you had made.

A desperate caged boy with nowhere to go.

That’s what you left him.

He kept me locked while he fucked me. Kept me aching while he filled me. Made your cage part of it, pressing against me every time he pushed in, reminding me that I was still denied for you while I was spreading for him.

And God, that was the part that ruined me.

Not just David.

Not just cheating.

Cheating while your lock stayed on.

Cheating while I was still technically yours. Still wearing your control. Still swollen and useless in the exact little prison you put me in.

The first time he bred me, I thought the guilt would snap me out of it.

It didn’t.

It made me ride him harder.

Because every time he came in me, it felt like he was finishing what you started. You made me desperate. You made me hungry. You made me think about my own cock every second of the day and then acted surprised when another man found a better use for the rest of me.

So no, I’m not asking to be unlocked.

Keep me caged.

That’s your kink.

Mine is letting David fuck me while I’m still wearing it.

[evan-risque2]

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I should be more devastated that you cheated on me with my own brother. I really was at first. But I needed to know exactly what made you do it, so I had to try him out for myself. And honestly? I get it now.

So enjoy this video of him breeding me with his fat cock. We did it right in front of the mirror so you can see exactly how he lifts me up in his lap to stretch my hole out until it drips with his load.

[cole-fierce4]

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Submission

Ben could have dominated his bully, Adam.

His phone sat heavy against his thigh in his pocket. Just one tap, one flash of the deep-web frequency that had glazed Adam's eyes over a month ago, and he could have made the wrestling captain be the one to drop to his knees instead.

Ben let his palms rest flat against the cold, damp grit of the bathroom tile as a heavy hand cracked across his jaw.

The sting flared hot, snapping his head to the side and making his vision swim. He didn't reach for his pocket. He just shifted his knees wider.

"Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you," Adam snarled.

"Sorry," Ben whispered. He tilted his chin up, his eyes watering from the slap, completely vulnerable. "I'm looking."

Thick fingers fisted into Ben's hair, yanking his scalp backward until his neck locked. Adam’s broad chest was heaving, the cramped stall suffocatingly thick with the sharp smell of cheap locker-room deodorant and heavy, musky sweat.

"You think you're so smart?" Adam growled, his voice dripping with the exact same arrogant disgust he used in the hallways. "You think you're better than me? You're nothing. Just a fucking toilet for me to use."

Adam snapped his hips forward.

The invasion was blunt, snapping Ben's jaw wider than it wanted to go. Ben gagged, a sharp whine tearing from his nose as the thick, dark-veined cock punched the soft back of his throat. But his jaw didn't fight the stretch. Four weeks of this exact daily punishment had trained his muscles to yield to the impossible girth. His throat relaxed, opening up as he eagerly swallowed down the bitter, salty taste of pre-cum and raw alpha male.

Adam dragged himself back until just the head rested past Ben's lips, denying him the depth. "Tell me what you are to me, freak."

Ben’s breath hitched. He reached up, his trembling hands gripping Adam's thick, muscular thighs—not to push him away, but to anchor himself. He stared up at the bully, his voice a wet, desperate rasp. "A loser. I'm just your... your fucking mouthpiece, Adam."

"Damn right," Adam sneered, slamming his free hand against the stall door for leverage. "You don't get to speak unless it's to choke on my dick."

He drove his hips forward, burying himself raw. The heavy, wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the damp walls, delivering a beating. Every harsh curse, every rough jerk of his hair, sent a fresh surge of heavy heat straight to Ben's gut. His own cock was completely ignored, throbbing painfully against the denim of his jeans.

Ben’s fingers dug into the athlete's legs. He desperately pulled the bully deeper, taking every bruising inch. "Please," Ben whimpered around the thick shaft, saliva running down his chin. "Use it... wreck my mouth..."

"Fucking pathetic," Adam groaned, though the insult was beginning to fray at the edges.

The intense friction was melting the bully's tough-guy facade. His stance widened, his knees visibly shaking as his thrusts turned frantic and completely ravenous. He was bottoming out now, burying himself to the root, the thick base smearing spit and sweat across Ben's chin.

"Taking it all like a good little bitch," Adam choked out, his spine bowing sharply. A jagged, guttural grunt tore out of his throat as his hips locked forward. "Swallow my fucking mess, loser—fuck!"

He pinned Ben’s head entirely immobile against his groin, thick, scalding ropes of cum shooting straight down Ben’s windpipe. Ben convulsed, his eyes rolling back as his throat worked instinctively, forced to gulp down wave after heavy wave of the athlete's release. He couldn't breathe, entirely overwhelmed by the sheer, metallic volume and the crushing, terrifying weight of the man holding him down.

When the last tremor finally faded, Adam dragged himself out with a wet, sloppy pop. He stood there for a moment, chest heaving violently, clumsily shoving his softening dick back into his jeans with shaking fingers. His eyes were dark, his posture wrecked by his own exertion, but he still managed a sneer.

"Clean yourself up," Adam muttered coldly, turning and shoving the stall door open with a loud thud. "And keep your fucking eyes on the floor tomorrow."

Ben stayed exactly where he was left, collapsed on his hands and knees on the gritty floor. He coughed, a thick string of white dripping from his bruised, swollen lips onto the tile.

"Yes, Adam," Ben breathed to the empty room, tasting the lingering salt on his tongue. "Whatever you want."

[alphafaggotbreeder]

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Stop and Yield

Jake remembered yelling.

“What the fuck were you doing?” he snapped, shoving a finger toward the crushed fender. “You came out of nowhere.”

The man slammed his truck door hard enough to make Jake flinch. “I had the lane.”

“Bullshit. You were on your phone.”

“I was looking at the road, asshole.”

The man stepped closer, jaw tight, face flushed with a dark, sudden fury. Bigger. Broader. Casting a heavy shadow over the hot blacktop.

Jake kept going anyway. His pride pushed him right into the stranger’s space.

“You think because you’re big you can just crowd people off the—"

“Keep running that loud mouth,” the man growled.

Jake let out a short, sharp laugh. “Or what?”

The man’s eyes dropped to Jake’s lips.

“Or I’ll give it something useful to do.”

Jake opened his mouth to snap back.

The word never landed.

A heavy hand hit the back of his neck. The downward force dropped him hard, knees striking coarse asphalt, palms jerking uselessly at his sides. Heat rose from the road in waves. Engines ticked behind him. Horns dragged past in long, ugly bursts while the metallic click of a belt snapped open above his face.

“Open.”

Jake glared up through his lashes, jaw locked.

The man’s thumb and forefinger dug into the hinges of his jaw, forcing the bone down.

“I said open.”

The blunt head of his cock pressed in all at once.

Thick heat split Jake’s mouth wide. His lips stretched around it. His tongue flattened under the weight. The first shove hit too deep, too fast, and his throat seized around the crown with a wet, choking spasm.

Spit flooded under his tongue.

His eyes watered immediately.

“There,” the man panted, fist tightening in Jake’s hair. “That’s better. Nice and quiet.”

Jake made a furious sound around him, muffled and useless.

The man shoved deeper.

The sound broke into gagging.

Jake’s throat clamped hard, fighting the intrusion, then opened in a helpless pulse as the cock forced its shape into him. The shaft dragged over his tongue, slick with spit and precum, hot and heavy enough to make his jaw burn. He tried to pull air through his nose, but the next thrust stole it from him.

The man used his grip like leverage.

Forward. Deep. Hold.

Back. Breath. Spit.

Forward again.

Jake’s whole body flinched with each drive. His fingers dug into his jeans. His shoulders hitched. The heat of the road pressed through his knees while the cock pressed deeper into his throat, turning every angry word into wet, broken noise.

“Still got something to say?”

Jake gagged around him.

“Yeah. Thought so.”

The thrusts turned rough. Angry. Each one drove the argument farther out of him. His pride had no room down there. Only the fist in his hair. The hard road under him. The thick cock stretching his mouth open and teaching his throat to yield.

Spit spilled down his chin and soaked his collar.

His face burned with every passing car. Light flickered across them in quick flashes. Jake felt exposed from the inside out, opened and silenced in the same brutal rhythm, his body reacting before his mind could recover. His throat tightened, opened, tightened again, learning the size of him.

The man groaned and drove in deeper.

Jake’s nose brushed coarse hair. His throat locked around the base. Panic sparked through his chest, then sank under the heavy pulse of the cock buried in him.

The man held him there when he came.

Jake felt the first hot spasm deep in his throat. Cum spilled straight into him, thick and bitter, flooding past his tongue before he could cough. He swallowed on reflex, choking around the shaft as another pulse followed. Then another. His eyes squeezed shut. His throat worked helplessly, taking each wave because the cock left him nowhere else to put it.

When the man pulled free, Jake coughed hard.

Cum and spit clung to his lips. A thick strand slipped from his mouth and dripped to the asphalt between his knees.

Above him, the man tucked himself away, still breathing hard.

“Next time,” he said, looking down at him, “watch your mouth.”

Jake stayed on his knees.

His jaw hung loose. His throat kept working around the bitter heat coating his tongue, around the ache the cock had left behind. The anger was gone. The argument was gone. All that remained was the hot blacktop under his palms and the taste of the man still sitting deep in his mouth.

His place had been made clear.

[adonisadored-deactivated2025042]

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Randomize

Alex hit *Randomize*.

The silicone collapsed, leaving a sudden, hollow drop that made his breath catch, before surging outward into a new shape. A steep curve, aggressively thick at the base. He rolled his hips against it, feeling the stranger's frantic, uneven rhythm feed through the sync.

Too short.

He dragged his thumb across the screen. *Randomize*.

The toy deflated and warped. Long, uncomfortably slim, moving with a lazy, dragging pace. Alex gritted his teeth, chasing the friction, but the high wasn't there. The shock of the new had already worn off.

He hit it again. *Randomize*.

It had only been three days since the prompt first popped up. Marco had logged off early, the long-distance sync dropping dead, leaving Alex aching and grinding down on inert silicone. *Activity detected. No match active. Randomize?* A mindless tap. A violent, sudden reconfiguration of the toy with a stranger's live data. The sheer, anonymous jolt of it had hooked him instantly.

The silicone swelled again, cutting off his train of thought as it filled him.

This one was jarring—blunt, misaligned, and brutally fast. Alex dropped his weight onto it, a raw sound tearing out of his throat as the awkward angle hit a spot Marco’s custom scan never reached. He rode it hard, sweat slipping down his ribs, completely consumed by the erratic, selfish thrusts of whoever was on the other end.

His phone vibrated against his palm.

*Marco: miss you. want to sync tonight? i can stay up late*

Alex stared at the bright bubble of text. The toy jolted under him, a deep, uncoordinated thrust that bowed his spine.

*maybe later. tired today ❤️*

He sent it without pausing his hips.

Inside him, the stranger's pace shifted. The chaotic thrusting smoothed into a frantic, stuttering blur. Alex recognized the cadence instantly. He let his head fall back as the toy drove deep to the hilt, locking its base flush against him with a heavy, mechanical finality.

The movement stopped.

One thick pulse throbbed against his prostate. Then another.

Heavy, synthetic heat flooded his gut. Alex gasped, his stomach clenching on pure instinct as the warm fluid pumped into him in deep, rhythmic bursts. He ground down against the base, riding out the sheer physical weight of the breeding, his knuckles bone-white where he gripped the edge of the desk. Every heavy pulse buried him a little deeper, the heat soaking into him until his legs shook.

The connection dropped. The silicone went slack.

Alex lifted himself with a wet, heavy sound, his thighs trembling. The synthetic load slipped out thick and warm, sliding down the shaft and pooling against his hand when he reached back to steady himself.

His phone lit up again.

*Marco: love you. really miss your body tonight*

Alex stared at the screen, his chest heaving, his fingers slick with a stranger’s mess. The hollow ache was already clawing its way back up, demanding the next shock, the next shape, the next rush.

He wiped his hand blindly on a discarded towel, climbed right back over the dripping toy, and sank his weight down.

He hit *Randomize*.

[xplividsx]

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LIVE: DANTE AFTER DARK

9,842 watching

[10:16 PM]

Dante is stretched across the bed under blue bedroom light, naked, one knee bent, one hand around his cock. Slow stroke. Wet thumb over the head.

Dante: Last question. Then I’m done for real.

softlaunch: liar holeeconomy: he says done like his cock isnt in his hand camgremlin: arch again thirstwatch: spit on it bratwifi: jules hates art mod_jules: I hate liability lowbattery: he looks extra pretty tonight

Dante laughs, breath catching when his thumb circles the slit.

Dante: Jules is the only reason this stream has rules.

A door opens somewhere outside the bedroom. Dante freezes. His hand stays closed around his cock.

Richard, off-screen: Dante?

Dante’s eyes snap wide.

Dante: Fuck.

softlaunch: oh camgremlin: who was that holeeconomy: DANTE lowbattery: someone home? bratwifi: why did he freeze mod_jules: Dante?

Dante grabs the phone too fast.

Dante: One sec—fuck, one sec—

Ceiling. Pillow. Bare thigh. Nightstand. His thumb swipes hard. The phone drops sideways beside the lamp, half-hidden behind a water glass. The stream keeps going.

mod_jules: dante mod_jules: ur still live softlaunch: BABE camgremlin: oh no holeeconomy: this is gonna be bad mute_button: he thinks it ended bratwifi: angle is still good tho softlaunch: NOT THE TIME mod_jules: slow mode on

[10:17 PM]

LIVE: 10,104 watching

Sideways view from the nightstand. Dante sits up on the bed, naked, hard, one hand covering his cock badly. The bedroom door opens. Richard Fillman steps in wearing a white work shirt, sleeves still buttoned, tie tight, jacket over one arm. He stops. Looks at Dante. Looks at the hand over his cock. The jacket drops onto the chair.

Richard: Jesus.

Dante: Richard, I thought you were working late—

Richard crosses the room before Dante finishes.

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Richard grabs Dante by the ankle and yanks him down the bed. Dante hits the mattress on his back, breath knocked out of him. Richard is already over him, one hand shoving Dante’s thigh open, the other tearing at his belt.

Dante: Richard—

Richard kisses him hard enough to cut him off. Dante’s hand falls away from his cock. Richard’s pants open.

Dante: Wait—

Richard lines his cock up with Dante’s hole. Dante says it once, breathless and useless, already spreading wider under him. Richard pushes in. Dante’s mouth falls open as his hole takes him, tight and sudden, his cock jumping against his stomach. Richard gives him half a second. Then he starts fucking him. Short, hard thrusts. No patience. His cock drives deep into Dante’s ass, forcing broken sounds out of him every time Richard bottoms out. The mattress bumps the wall. Dante grabs Richard’s shirt instead of pushing him away.

Richard: Naked in our bed.

Dante: I didn’t know you were home—

Richard thrusts harder.

Dante: Fuck—

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[10:19 PM]

LIVE: 14,882 watching

Richard has one hand braced beside Dante’s head, the other locked under his thigh. His shirt is still buttoned. Tie tight. Barely undressed except for the brutal roll of his hips and his cock disappearing into Dante’s hole. Dante’s own cock is trapped between them, hard and leaking, smearing precum across his stomach.

Richard: Dirty little slut.

Dante makes a broken sound.

Richard: I come home early and find you like this?

Richard snaps his hips forward.

Dante: Daddy—

Richard stills for half a breath. His hand closes around Dante’s jaw.

Richard: Again.

Dante’s voice comes out thin.

Dante: Daddy.

Richard fucks him harder. Dante’s legs jerk around Richard’s waist, heels digging into the back of his thighs, pulling him deeper. Richard’s hand slides from Dante’s jaw to his throat. Not enough to stop the sound. Enough that Dante’s eyes open wide. Richard pins him into the pillow and keeps thrusting, heavy and fast, thumb pressing under his jaw as Dante’s hole clenches around him. Dante’s cock jumps against his stomach. Richard sees it.

Richard: Fucking cumslut.

Dante: Yes, Daddy.

Dante’s hips lift to meet him.

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[10:21 PM]

LIVE: 22,118 watching

Richard lets go of Dante’s throat and slaps his ass hard enough to crack through the room. Dante jolts under him. His hole tightens. Richard curses, pulls out, and flips him over in one rough motion. His cock is wet from Dante’s hole. Dante lands on his stomach with a breathless sound. Before Richard says anything, Dante drags his knees under himself. Ass up. Hole open. Face half-buried in the pillow. Richard pauses. Then his hand comes down across Dante’s ass again.

Dante: Daddy—

Richard grabs his hips and pushes back in. Dante’s whole body lurches forward into the sheets as his hole swallows Richard’s cock again.

Richard: Say it with my cock in you.

Dante’s fingers twist in the sheets.

Dante: I’m your slut.

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[10:24 PM]

LIVE: 36,204 watching

Richard fucks him face-down now, one hand at the back of Dante’s neck, holding him there. His tie hangs loose over Dante’s back. His sleeves are finally rolled up, forearm tight where he pins Dante down. Dante’s voice is muffled into the pillow. Wet. Messy. Too far gone to sound like he’s performing. His cock leaks against the sheets, untouched, rubbing harder every time Richard pounds his hole open.

Richard: Dirty little cumslut.

Dante: Yes, Daddy.

Richard smacks him again.

Dante: Yes—fuck, yes—

Richard: You close?

Dante nods into the pillow.

Richard: Already?

Dante: Yes, Daddy.

Richard gives a low, breathless laugh.

Richard: Come then.

Dante comes hard into the sheets. His body locks. His cock pulses untouched, spilling cum beneath him while Richard keeps fucking his oversensitive hole. Dante’s ass clenches around Richard’s cock. Richard curses under his breath, hips stuttering once before he keeps going. Dante sobs into the pillow.

Dante: Daddy—fuck—

Richard: Good boy.

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[10:27 PM]

LIVE: 51,771 watching

Richard keeps him pinned after he comes, still fucking him through the aftershocks. Cum smears beneath Dante’s cock. His hole keeps clenching around Richard’s thrusts, wet and used and still taking him. Richard’s breathing finally breaks.

Richard: Fuck.

Dante: Please—

Richard: What?

Dante lifts his head just enough for the phone to catch his face in the mirror. Flushed. Wet-eyed. Wrecked.

Dante: Breed me.

Richard goes still for half a beat. Then he grabs Dante’s hips and drives in deep.

Richard: Again.

Dante: Please breed me, Daddy.

Richard makes a rough sound, half laugh, half groan.

Richard: Fucking cumslut.

Dante: Yes.

Richard starts pounding him again, harder than before, cock buried deep, balls tight against Dante’s ass every time he drives home. Then Richard buries himself deep and comes inside him. Dante’s face twists into the pillow, mouth open, body shaking as Richard holds him down and empties his load into him in hard, breathless pulses. Richard stays there, hips pressed flush. Dante’s hole clenches around every pulse of cum. He makes one small, ruined sound.

Dante: Thank you, Daddy.

For a second, the chat almost stops.

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[10:30 PM]

LIVE: 93,004 watching

Richard is still over him, breathing hard. Dante lies face-down under him, cheek pressed to the pillow, eyes half-closed. Richard’s cock is still inside him. Cum starts to leak around it, slick at the place where Dante’s ass is spread around him. Richard’s phone starts buzzing from his pants on the floor. Again. Again.

Richard reaches down and grabs it. He answers, still breathless.

Richard: What?

A sharp, panicked voice cracks through from the other end.

Richard freezes.

Richard: Recording...?

Dante’s eyes open. Richard turns toward the nightstand. Toward the sideways phone.

softlaunch: NO camgremlin: NO NO NO holeeconomy: THERE IT IS capitoltea: I AM GOING TO THROW UP mod_jules: fuck

Richard’s face moves into frame.

Richard: What the—

LIVE ENDED

[domxrob2]

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Rhythm

Thwack.

A heavy, wet slap of flesh. A thick, damp arm is thrown carelessly over my shoulder, pinning my chest flat against the mattress. The bedsprings groan under the mass.

Thwack.

His coarse chest hair grinds into my shoulder blades. The air in my room used to be crisp, smelling of expensive eucalyptus. Now it is completely suffocated under a thick, humid blanket of stale tobacco and sour Old Spice. I should be gagging. I used to hold my breath when I opened my front door for him. But now, my lungs heave against the wet sheets, dragging his hot, damp musk deep into my chest like it's the only oxygen left on earth.

Thwack.

Gary huffs, a ragged, wet rattle right against my ear. His heavy stomach sags against my lower back. It is a suffocating, disgusting weight, but my body feels terrifyingly anchored to it. Without that crushing pressure holding me down, I feel like I would shatter.

How long has the ceiling fan been spinning? My mind tries to claw backward through a thick, buzzing fog. Gary. The rent. Two hundred dollars short.

A disjointed flash of my boyfriend crosses my mind. The memory of rolling over in the dark, taking his dick just to shut down an argument. The smug, quiet victory of treating my own body like a mute button. I remember smirking at the sweat stains on Gary's cheap polo. A two-minute favor. Let the pathetic loser fumble around, wipe the debt, and kick him out.

Thwack.

A breathless, broken whine vibrates in my throat. I stare blankly at a water stain on the drywall. Why am I moaning? I try to freeze my limbs, to lock my muscles and just endure the chore.

But my hips tilt upward.

Thwack.

His stomach slaps my back.

I didn't move when he hit me. I moved a microsecond before.

I just know exactly, fundamentally, when the next one is coming. The clumsy fumbling from the beginning is completely gone, replaced by a relentless, heavy metronome. The rhythm conditioned me until my brain stopped calculating and started anticipating.

Then, the rhythm had broken.

The memory cuts sharp and cold through the haze. The crushing weight had suddenly vanished. Freezing air hit my sweat-slicked skin.

My spine had arched violently. Thwack. My hips jerked back, slamming into empty air. Thwack. I gasped, my eyes flying open, my fingers tearing into the mattress. The phantom pressure had knocked so hard against my prostate it was a physical hallucination. My empty hole clenched and throbbed, starving for a heavy impact that wasn't there.

"Sorry," Gary had muttered, his shadow looming over my shivering body. Oblivious. "The condom… it’s making it hard to cum. I'm taking way too long. I should just go. We'll call the rent even."

I opened my mouth, fully intending to coldly demand it. "Please."

The word shattered the air. It was a desperate, high-pitched whimper. It didn't sound like me.

"Please don't leave," I had begged, my voice cracking humiliatingly as I reached back, my fingers clawing blindly into his sweaty, dimpled thigh. "Take it off. Please. Fuck me raw. I need it."

There was a rustle of foil. A wet slide. He plunged back in, bare, stretching me out with a burning, absolute heat.

And the memory snaps shut.

Thwack.

How long has it been since the foil rustled? Hours? Days? The gray light through the blinds hasn't changed.

Thwack.

He is heavier now. Sweating more. His thick arm is wrapped tighter around my ribs, burying me deeper into the damp sheets. I’m hovering right on the edge of a devastating, blinding climax, my entire body vibrating like a plucked string.

"Fuck..." I sob, blindly chasing the friction as he drags himself in and out of me.

His breath hitches. A ragged, guttural groan tears out of his throat, vibrating right against my neck. His pace stutters, growing frantic and deep. He's close. He’s been close for an absolute eternity. Every single minute, he sounds like he is finally going to tip over the edge.

Yes. the last dying shred of my pride begs from the bottom of the abyss. Cum. Finish it. Get off me.

But my walls clamp down around him in pure, animal panic. If he finishes, the arm uncoils. The disgusting, perfect weight lifts. He puts on his cheap pants and leaves, and this agonizing, hypnotic rhythm dies.

Don't stop. I bite down on my lip until I taste copper, entirely swallowed by his sweating mass, praying blindly that he stays trapped on this edge with me forever.

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Updates

Some folks have pointed out that Tumblr's been nuking some of my stories. I've been kinda just casually writing and throwing these stories only on tumblr but I do want to store them somewhere a bit more stable. I'm not really familiar with erotica sites so lmk which are good? GaySpiralStories (Can only publish a story every 2 weeks)

LitErotica (also needs approval) AO3 (I'm apparently waiting a couple weeks for my invite) I could probably be fine staying on tumblr and making the stories on my own posts instead of reposts but the gifs are so crucial to my inspiration and stories!

You might also see a slow-down in stories because I'm turning some of my efforts into making a Choose-your-own-adventure HTML/Twine game, like Young Marcus. HMU if you wanna play-test it.

"You are the Velvet Rot, an infection rewriting Noah from the inside out, turning his every inhibition into a raw, biological need to submit. But Noah is only the first vessel. You'll need to spread to more hosts. "

[faggybuds]

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Partner Swap

You grind your hips down, pinning Julian to the rug as the climax hits, the coarse weave of the living-room carpet scraping your knees while his legs grip your hips, pulling you flush as he takes the steady, pulsing finish. He arches into it, letting out a sharp, appreciative groan, his body tense and responsive under your weight.

You ride it out, the slick friction of your stomachs sliding together until you’re completely spent.

Panting, you pull back. The wet sound of suction fills the space between you as you slide out. You strip off the heavy condom with trembling fingers, tossing it aside.

You collapse onto your back next to him on the rug, your lungs burning, feeling heavy and satisfied. Your hand falls onto his bare chest; his skin is hot and flushed, his heart thumping against your palm.

Julian lets out a long, slow exhale. While you are still pulling in jagged, open-mouthed breaths, his chest is already rising and falling in an even, measured rhythm. He wipes a smear of sweat from his stomach, turning his head with a pleasant, easy smile.

"That felt great," Julian whispers, his voice smooth and entirely steady. "You've got a really good rhythm."

A rush of pride hits you, but before you can fully settle into the afterglow, the sound from the other side of the coffee table lands like a physical blow.

A wet, heavy, percussive thud echoes off the walls, again and again, loud enough to rattle the wineglasses on the living-room shelves.

You turn your head, and the afterglow you just shared with Julian is instantly absorbed into the heavier rhythm across the room. On the far couch, your brother’s broad, sweat-slicked back bows over the cushions, his shoulder blades cutting deep, corded lines under his skin. The rhythm isn’t careful. It’s something else. He drives his hips forward in a relentless, brutal cadence, dropping his entire weight into Leo with an overpowering force that makes the sofa frame groan.

"God—fuck, David, it's so deep," Leo sobs into the cushion.

Your boyfriend is folded entirely under David, thighs forced up against his own ribs, his body violently jolting forward with every impact. His hands claw uselessly at the upholstery, his knuckles white as his breath breaks into sharp, helpless sounds.

Julian's breathing, so steady a moment ago, suddenly hitches. The polite smile vanishes.

"He’s in the zone," Julian murmurs. He breaks away and sits up slowly. He reaches for his silk robe, tying the belt tight, his movements precise, but his eyes never leave the heavy, straining flex of David's thighs. He runs his tongue over his lower lip, a dark, dilated hunger settling over his flushed face as he watches the absolute wreckage happening ten feet away. "Once he gets like that, he doesn't really hear anything else."

Julian walks over to the kitchen island to pour two glasses of Cabernet, returning a moment later to hand one to you. His fingers brush yours, warm and steady. Julian takes a sip, his gaze fixed over the rim of the glass, completely mesmerized.

On the couch, the momentum suddenly shifts, escalating from a relentless rhythm into a frantic, punishing sprint. David’s chest heaves, his guttural grunts syncing with the heavy slap of skin. He hauls Leo back, locking him in place, and delivers a bone-jarring thrust that buries him to the absolute hilt.

Leo lets out a sharp, choked gasp, his spine locking rigid, his eyes rolling back as the impact rips a violent shudder through him. David stays buried, hips pressed hard against him, grinding forward again instead of easing off, breath coming out in thick, guttural bursts as he keeps the same punishing rhythm.

Leo’s fingers claw into the cushions, his whole body trembling as he tries to catch up to it, breath breaking into short, helpless sounds that turn from shock into something deeper, more desperate. He can’t recover before the next thrust lands, and the next, and the next, David’s weight still driving him down, still chasing that same depth.

Only after several more heavy, relentless drives does David finally drag himself back with a slick, wet sound, shifting his grip to haul Leo up onto his hands and knees for a steeper angle.

As David clears Leo’s body, the lamplight flashes across them.

You squint. Beige ribbons hanging loose.

The latex is shredded, hanging in useless strips around the thick base of David's cock. The shaft is bare, flushed dark red, and coated in a thick, pearlescent layer of white cum. More of it is actively dripping from Leo’s hole, sliding down his inner thighs.

“Hey, the con—” you start, raising a hand.

A heavy, wet thwack cuts you off entirely. David hooks an arm under Leo's stomach and drives his hips forward, burying himself raw.

Leo’s spine bows sharply. A novel sound tears from his throat—a deep, wet moan that vibrates with a completely new, overstimulated pleasure. His knuckles turn white against the fabric, his hips stuttering for a fraction of a second before, helplessly, he pushes back against the unshielded friction, answering the brutal rhythm anyway.

Julian takes a slow drink of his Cabernet.

“He knows,” Julian briefed quietly, the glass resting against his lower lip. “He doesn't care. And it doesn't look like Leo does either.”

[oregonboyluvs2rim]

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The cold brick of the alleyway was a jagged shock against Miles’ skin, but it was nothing compared to the blunt, massive cock already buried inside him. This was supposed to be a theatrical pout to make Tucker chase him out the bar on Valentine's, but Miles was now pinned against the wall in a steep, vulnerable arch, his knees barely keeping him upright as he was being driven into the masonry.

The first man was already mid-rhythm, his hands like iron clamps on Miles’ face. The cock was huge, a thick, unyielding weight hollowing him out. A palm was slammed over Miles’ face, crushing his lips against his teeth to stifle the jagged cries that threatened to spill out into the night.

"Miles! Come on, I’m sorry! Where’d you go?"

Tucker’s voice echoed at the mouth of the alley, right there. Miles tried to lurch forward, but the man behind him hiked his hips higher, pinning him harder against the brick. The first man leaned into his ear, his voice a gravelly whisper.

"Don't make a sound, Miles. Think about what he’d see. You, pinned against a wall, getting ruined by his friends? He’d look at you like you’re trash."

The man's rhythm became a heavy, rhythmic slap of skin on skin that echoed off the narrow walls. As Tucker’s footsteps grew closer, Miles’ internal muscles clamped down in a desperate, terrified clench.

"God, you just got so tight," the man grunted, his breath hitching as he hit his limit. "I can't... stay in..." He bottomed out with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside Miles, the hot, thick breeding filling him to the brim. The sensation was so overwhelming that Miles nearly buckled, a muffled, broken sound escaping through the man's fingers—a sound so loud it had Tucker stopping dead.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

The man pulled out with a wet, heavy drag and stepped back, casually buckling his belt. He strolled toward the alley entrance to block the view, lighting a cigarette as the second man immediately stepped into the space between Miles' legs.

"Hey, man," the first guy called out to Tucker, his voice perfectly relaxed. "It's just us. Me and the big man just caught some little slut snooping around—we're just giving her what she asked for."

While he spoke, the second man drove in all at once. The entry was brutal, made worse by the slick, excessive volume of the first man’s leftover cum. It created a loud, unmistakable slop—a wet, squelching sound that echoed clearly toward the street where Tucker was standing.

"Your guy stormed off toward the street. Didn’t look happy."

Tucker let out a disgusted snort, sounding embarrassed. "Figures. Drama king. Well, don't let me stop y'alls fun. Ruin the slut well. She probably needs it if she he's hanging around the dump back here."

Miles' eyes went wide, his fingers clawing at the mortar as he bit down on his own knuckles to hold back any noise that might give him away. Every thrust was a punishing thud, the wet, saturated sounds of the friction so loud that Tucker had to be hearing exactly how "ruined" he was. Miles stayed silent, shaking with the effort of not calling out Tucker's name, his body shaking under the force of the second man's depth.

"Alright, alright," Tucker’s voice finally drifted away. "I’m gonna go find Miles before he actually leaves the neighborhood."

The moment the sound of Tucker’s footsteps faded, the last thread of Miles' restraint snapped. He let go of his hand, a loud, broken moan tearing out of his throat as he sobbed into the dark, his body completely surrendered to the second man’s pace.

[hisbb0yt0y]

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“There you are,” Dad said quietly.

He didn’t stop when I stepped into the room. He didn’t even look over at first—just kept that slow, deliberate rhythm, one hand braced on the couch, the other tangled in my boyfriend’s hair. When he finally glanced back, his expression wasn’t panicked or ashamed. It was calm. Certain.

“Relax, son,” he said, like we were discussing something in the garage. “He came to me about the problem you two were having. Said it always hurt. I’m just helping him understand how to relax, how to handle the cock without panicking. I've got a condom on; everything’s under control.”

My boyfriend’s head was tipped back in his grip, eyes glassy, breath hitching. He was hiked up on the edge of the sofa in that steep, downward arch—chest buried in the cushions and knees on the floor. He looked caught in a terrifying kind of glee, his face flushed and his mouth hanging open. The sound of them together filled the room—a heavy, rhythmic slap of skin and the sharp, wet friction of a man who knew exactly how much force a body could take.

With me, he was always careful, apologetic, worried about doing something wrong. Here, taking every inch of that cock with a raw, uninhibited moan, he looked… undone.

“Your boyfriend’s here,” Dad murmured near his ear, his voice a low vibration. “Look at him. Show him how well you're taking this.”

My boyfriend let out a long, broken sound, but he didn't even turn his head. He didn't recognize I was there. He was so submerged in the novelty of that massive, unyielding stretch that his world had shrunk down to the point of contact. He looked triumphantly proud of how he was being handled, his internal muscles clashing in a visible rhythm around Dad's cock. He simply didn't have room in his head to care that I was watching.

Dad looked at me then, his expression softened by a guilty but lustful smirk. “It's been a long time since I've had a hole this tight to work with, so I might have gotten a little carried away.”

He turned his focus back to the sofa. He leaned down, his chest pressing into my boyfriend’s arched back, and the room filled with their muttered, breathless conversation.

"You like that stretch, kid?" Dad growled, his thrusts gaining a punishing, deep momentum.

"Yes... yes, sir," my boyfriend sobbed into the cushion, his breath breaking into a shaky laugh that turned into a gasp. "Please... more. Please."

“That's it. Right there,” Dad muttered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration as he hammered home, hitting depths that were clearly new to my boyfriend. “Good boy. Such a good boy, taking it all for me.”

My boyfriend nodded helplessly, his hips jerking back to meet every punishing strike like he needed to believe it. And I just stood there, watching them carry on like I wasn’t even part of the room anymore.

[fataskarl-deactivated20140717]

[ultrasublimenegation]

Dale doing Anthony…

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One Minute

The wet, heavy slop of Anthony’s tongue working my hole was the only thing I could hear over the sound of my own muffled moans. I was face-down on the edge of the sofa, my chest pressed into the cushions while my knees stayed on the floor, propped up in the vulnerable, steep arch he’d demanded.

It was supposed to be a trade. One minute of this, and Anthony would finally fuck off. It was more promising than constantly telling my boyfriend how much of his close childhood friend was a degenerate that groped me when he wasn't looking. Tony's just being Tony, he's harmless.

What caught me off guard was the focus. Anthony was usually such a loud, grating douchebag, but down there, he was terrifyingly clinical. There was no clumsy eagerness; he worked the rim with a steady, flat-tongued drag that felt practiced. It was a heavy, deliberate friction that seemed to know exactly where the most sensitive part was.

My moans were constant, vibrating into the fabric of the sofa. Every lap of his tongue was a wet, blunt reminder of how sensitive he’d made me. I was saturated, leaking a thick, slick mess that he just lapped up and pushed back into the rim.

...Fifty-eight. Fifty-nine.

The tinny, mocking ring of the timer blared.

Anthony pulled back instantly. The sudden vacuum and the cool air hitting my stretched, throbbing rim felt like a physical blow. I let out a long, shaky exhale, my face still buried in the sofa.

"Time," Anthony muttered, his voice a low, raspy vibration. I heard the rustle of his jeans and the metallic clink of his belt. "I appreciate the cooperation. Seriously. You’re a champ."

He didn't sound like he was leaving. I started to shift, my legs feeling like lead, fully intending to get up and kick him out now that his minute was up, but I was so drained I could barely find my footing. Then I felt it—the slick, heavy drag of his cock sliding along the cleft of my ass as he loomed over my arched back.

I stiffened, a surge of genuine anger hitting me despite my weakness. "What the hell? Get off me, Tony. The minute’s over."

"Sorry, sorry," he muttered, though he didn't move away. He just kept the blunt head of his cock right there, teasing the sensitive, wet skin of my hole. "It's just—you’re so fucking hot like this. I can’t help it."

Suddenly, I heard the mechanical click of the dial being twisted back.

"Actually," Anthony muttered, his voice dropping into a low, uncompromising rasp. "Give me one more minute. Just one."

His hand shot forward, his fingers tangling in my hair to pull my head back, while his other hand clamped firmly onto my hip, pinning me into the angle. The blunt head of his cock was already at the rim, slick with the mess his tongue had just made.

I opened my mouth to deny him, the "no" already on the tip of my tongue as the air was taken from my lungs.

With one slow, unyielding shove of his pelvis, he forced himself past the ring of muscle. I let out a sharp, open-mouthed gasp as my hole was forced to white-out around the girth. It was a thick, sliding invasion that didn't stop until the entire length disappeared into me with a slow, wet drag.

He bottomed out and I let an uninhibited moan that filled the room. He stayed there for a heartbeat before he started a methodical thrust. I watched the timer through half-lidded eyes, and started a new countdown.

...Four, Five...

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Dad tells you the doctor had warned him the new prescription might come with some "behavioral adjustments". You figure he means mood swings until you wake up to him crawling under your duvet, desperate to suck you off. Turns out, the main side effect is that he’s a total bottom now who can’t start the day until he’s been properly filled.

It’s just the morning routine now. He presents that hungry, gaping hole right there on the mattress, begging for it before his eyes are even fully open. You slide inside, pounding him into the sheets until his prostate is hammered soft, and dump a thick load of cum deep inside him. It’s the only way to get him functional; once he’s been bred and is leaking your seed, he snaps right back to normal, ready to shower and head to the office.