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Gloryhole Devil: Diapered Daddy
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There's no way the urban legend could be true, but after years of being tortured by his stepfather, Austin is willing to try anything to turn the tables!
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Five years of torture will drive a man to the darkest places in the world—years of bullying, humiliation, and punishment. Austin couldn’t understand why he thought an urban legend would make his life any better than standing up to his stepfather. Still, Austin thought he would have better luck believing in a supernatural force than growing a backbone—as pathetic as that sounded.
The abandoned rest stop was off Interstate 64, on a crumbling off-ramp. Nature overtook the concrete building. Vines and plants stretched along its sides. Overgrown grass grew through the cracked pavement and over the sidewalks. Electricity still powered the few unshattered lights on the grounds, forgotten by the city. The gate that once blocked entry was broken, beckoning him forward like a witch’s finger. Daring him to make a choice he would possibly regret.
The insides were worse. Wildlife hid the building’s ugliness while the inside displayed it fully. The smell hit him first—a combination of waste, piss, and mold. The tiles were cracked. The mirrors were shattered. The fixtures were vandalized or entirely removed. Graffiti covered all the walls in many colors, words, and symbols. Two urinals hung on the wall closest to the entrance, and three stalls next to those. As the Reddit post instructed, Austin went to the middle stall, the only stall with a door. His fingers brushed the latch, feeling the grime transfer to his fingertips. He regretted not bringing gloves or sanitizing wipes. Using his foot, Austin nudged the door open. The inside was just as the blogger wrote: wall-to-wall graffiti, a toilet overflowing with piss, and a glory hole large enough to fit a Coke bottle.
Austin sighed. He felt like a fool. A cursed glory hole that could make any wish come true if he were willing to pay the price. That’s what the blogger wrote. Why would he ever believe such a thing to be true? But his disbelief didn’t stop him from walking forward into the stall. The door swung behind him and hit the latch with a loud clang.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, feeling his heart race beneath his shirt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Austin pulled his marker out and read the names scrawled all around the glory hole—the layers of various names, colors, and handwriting. At least a hundred names encircled the hole, flowing away from it like ripples of water. Could this many people have come here and wished for revenge? Could this many people have been tricked by a post written by some deranged blogger?
“Write the name on the wall. Make a wish for revenge. And if your pain is great enough, your wish will be granted if you pay the price.”
Austin wasn’t sure what the price would be, but he couldn’t return home. He couldn’t endure another night with his stepfather. The way he treated Austin like his personal bitch. A baby that he could throw around for fun. He didn’t know the price, but his pound of flesh was paid in the years he had spent with his stepfather; if it ended, Austin would pay more.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Austin asked as he wrote his stepfather’s name on the wall. “Ron Waddell.” He thought of his memories—all the horrible, torturous moments imprinted on his life. Austin didn’t hate his stepfather. He loathed him. From the first moment they met, he wanted him out of his life; on Austin’s darkest nights, he wanted him dead.
He capped his marker, and the lights within the rest stop flickered. The darkness jolted him, causing him to drop his marker. Luckily, the light came back as quickly as it disappeared. Austin looked at the faraway light and the flickering filament. It wasn’t supernatural; it was just bad wiring. He sighed, feeling ridiculous.
“Can’t believe I fell for it.” He shook his head, went to the door, and pushed. It didn’t open. He jiggled the lock, trying to force the metal to slide. It wouldn’t budge. “Of course.” Austin stepped back and looked at the wall. There was space under the stall. He would have to crawl. The thought irked him, but calling for help was a worse idea. Regrettably, he got on his knees and looked.
Two legs, clad in dark denim, stood at the entry of the rest stop. Frozen and silent.
“Oh, thank God. I’m stuck in here. Can you give me a hand, please?” No response. “Hello?”
A knot formed in Austin’s stomach, and the stranger’s continued silence made it grow. The light flickered again, and the legs moved forward, walking into the stall beside his. Austin backed into the far wall, staring at the shiny black boots. Austin looked at the glory hole and the man’s plump crotch. The cock and balls beneath stretched the jeans and made the zipper strain.
“You called. And I answered.” The stranger’s voice dragged along Austin’s spine, awakening every hair and sense. The smell of musk and sulfur overtook the space. Through the hole, Austin watched the zipper’s teeth come undone. “You called for me, and I will grant your wish.” The man’s voice was hot, like fire, warming the space with every syllable. Austin’s cheeks flushed as something sparked within him.
What was this? Fear? Arousal? Something woke within Austin as he watched the teeth of the zipper release. His pants fell to the floor. The sight of the partially naked stranger turned the spark into a flame—a flame that filled his bones and made his crotch ache with a need to release, to enjoy, to worship.
“Who…” Austin swallowed the next word, feeling it become a moan. He tried again. “What are you?”
The stranger laughed, and the room trembled. “I am revenge,” he answered, groping his crotch. The bulge swelled. “I am retribution.” His hand moved along his length. His cock hardened, pushing against the restraint of his underwear. Precum seeped through the fabric, darkening the tip. “I’m the protector of the weak and the condemner of the oppressors.” His thumbs hooked into his waistband and dragged the underwear down. “Pay your price, and I shall grant your wish. I shall wreak havoc on the name you have offered me.” He pulled slowly, revealing every inch of his cock—his thick, veiny, meaty cock. His underwear snapped beneath his low-hanging balls. He walked forward, pushing his cock through the glory hole, encompassing nearly the entire space.
“God,” Austin gasped, eyeing the massive dick throbbing before him. Drool leaked from his lips as a bead of cum formed at the cockhead. The droplet grew and drained to the underside of his shaft, waiting for Austin to take it.
“Exactly.” The stranger laughed. “Now worship at my altar, and your prayer shall be answered.”
Austin licked his lips and edged closer to the wall, staring at the cock. He pursed his full lips and kissed the tip. The hot cum burned. It became liquid fire as it filled his mouth and drained down his throat, compelling Austin’s cock to full attention. The stranger pushed forward, and Austin’s lips stretched. The cock eased deeper into his mouth, filling his jaws with just the first few inches. Austin’s eyes narrowed on the shaft, watching as the inches disappeared in his mouth. His mouth widened and stretched as the man’s cock wormed its way further into him. The stranger’s spongy head pressed the back of Austin’s throat.
Austin began to pull away, but an invisible leash held him in place. He coughed around the cock as his throat attempted to accommodate the intruder. It was so big. So thick. So domineering. He played with the underside of the cock, wildly licking it as more precum leaked into his throat. He knew he should’ve fought, but Austin’s hands drifted down to his cock, undid his pants, and stroked, feeling so close to orgasm already.
“Worship me,” the stranger ordered.
The invisible leash pulled Austin closer to the stall’s wall, forcing the stranger’s cock into Austin’s throat. The erect cock bent slightly, bypassing Austin’s tonsils and penetrating deeper than possible. The man pulled Austin forward until his face pressed into the man’s crotch. The smell of sweat and sex leaked from him like cologne. His girthy balls hung against Austin’s chin, churning a load that would soon be his.
The stranger purred. “So tight. So virginal. Enjoy the pleasure, my disciple.”
Austin’s brain begged for air, but his body did not need it. He was high on the scents and the pleasure radiating from the man. He stroked rapidly, feeling his uncut cockhead leak more than ever before. Gushing forth an amount that covered his cock, and his hands spilled onto the floor.
“Relish the pleasure.” The stranger commanded before he started to pump his hips back and forth. For just a moment, when the cock was all but pulled from Austin’s mouth, he felt empty. Devoid of what gave him meaning and pleasure. But before the cock could withdraw entirely, or the seed of depression could sprout, the stranger plowed his cock back into Austin’s mouth, transforming Austin’s throat into a proper fuckhole. The moment of immediate fullness forced a deep, aching moan to sound around the man’s cock.
Before tonight, Austin had only fantasized about guys. He spent his lonely nights with his hand around his cock and his eyes on the computer screen, jerking and fantasizing for hours about what it would be like to be with a man. To suck their cock. To worship their body. To be filled with their load to the point where it leaked out of him. The stranger’s voice stroked the sensitive parts of Austin’s body and the kinkiest sections of his mind.
“Accept my load.” The walls vibrated with the stranger’s words. “Drink, and your wish shall be my command.” His thrusts picked up speed, fucking Austin’s face. Austin’s moans became louder and higher-pitched as the thrusts became faster, harder, and sharper. The man’s balls pulled up to the underside of his shaft. “Your revenge shall be realized.” Austin’s fist quickened, stroking in time with his movement. His fist slapped his balls with every stroke. Austin stood at the edge of a cliff, his mounting orgasm pushing him closer and closer over the edge.
Accept, and your revenge shall be made real, the man’s voice spoke inside Austin’s mind, whispering words of how Austin’s revenge will be accomplished. It shall be so sweet. His life shall be ruined. Accept, and my work shall begin.
Austin’s throat tightened, gripping the man’s cock so it bulged within Austin’s throat.
“I accept it,” Austin mentally said.
The thrusting halted, and the cum flooded Austin’s body.
Sweet cum like nectar shot into Austin’s mouth. He swallowed what he could, but the load was too fast and too large. Much drained from the corners of his lips and dripped from his chest. The cock pulled from Austin’s mouth and shot what remained of his load across Austin’s face. The hot load painted Austin’s face. Every rope felt like a shot of electricity, jolting him and making him shudder. He gazed up and watched the massive black cock unload. Austin jerked furiously, whimpering as his body would not allow him to achieve it. The man chuckled in response to Austin’s painful moans.
“Cum for me,” he whispered from his side of the wall. And Austin’s body obeyed. Austin’s cock went rigid. His balls tightened. Austin’s hand slid one final time along his shaft, and his cock erupted. Streams of cum spewed across his body, the stall, and the floor, adding to the layers of cum and names already painted on the wall.
“Oh, oh, oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Jesus Christ!” He closed his eyes, feeling every pleasure receptor set aflame. His orgasm seemed never-ending, a continuous plunge that he couldn’t control. His hand returned to his cock, milking every drop from himself until his balls went dry. He didn’t know how long his orgasm lasted, but when he opened his eyes, the magnificent cock and the stranger were both gone.
Austin looked at himself, seeing his clothes soaked with cum, and felt it dripping down his face. He wiped away what he could find, swallowing every droplet so as not to let the man’s load go to waste. After his body was cleaned and the cum was ingested, Austin tucked away his cock and opened the door, forgetting how moments before, it wouldn’t budge. He left the rest stop, feeling energized. He licked his lips, tasting the stranger’s cock, and wanted to taste more.
Even if the urban legend was just a myth, at least he got to suck a cock… a glorious cock. One that he would fantasize about for weeks to come.
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Tyler has seen ghosts his entire life, and after a rather gossipy ghost lets it out that he can be possessed, Tyler's life gets turned upside down by ghosts with very KINKY unfinished business.
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My New Boss - Part 2: Fitting In
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M4M - fart fetish, facesitting, humiliation, boss/employee dynamic
All characters are 18+
Author Note: Sorry for the huge delay between parts. This one felt like a necessary bridge between the first part and the rest of what I want to write, which will mostly focus on specific scenarios I find hot. But because it's a little more tame it took me longer. Expect some very fun stuff coming soon from part 3 moving forward!
Gloryhole Devil: Diapered Daddy
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There's no way the urban legend could be true, but after years of being tortured by his stepfather, Austin is willing to try anything to turn the tables!
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Five years of torture will drive a man to the darkest places in the world—years of bullying, humiliation, and punishment. Austin couldn’t understand why he thought an urban legend would make his life any better than standing up to his stepfather. Still, Austin thought he would have better luck believing in a supernatural force than growing a backbone—as pathetic as that sounded.
The abandoned rest stop was off Interstate 64, on a crumbling off-ramp. Nature overtook the concrete building. Vines and plants stretched along its sides. Overgrown grass grew through the cracked pavement and over the sidewalks. Electricity still powered the few unshattered lights on the grounds, forgotten by the city. The gate that once blocked entry was broken, beckoning him forward like a witch’s finger. Daring him to make a choice he would possibly regret.
The insides were worse. Wildlife hid the building’s ugliness while the inside displayed it fully. The smell hit him first—a combination of waste, piss, and mold. The tiles were cracked. The mirrors were shattered. The fixtures were vandalized or entirely removed. Graffiti covered all the walls in many colors, words, and symbols. Two urinals hung on the wall closest to the entrance, and three stalls next to those. As the Reddit post instructed, Austin went to the middle stall, the only stall with a door. His fingers brushed the latch, feeling the grime transfer to his fingertips. He regretted not bringing gloves or sanitizing wipes. Using his foot, Austin nudged the door open. The inside was just as the blogger wrote: wall-to-wall graffiti, a toilet overflowing with piss, and a glory hole large enough to fit a Coke bottle.
Austin sighed. He felt like a fool. A cursed glory hole that could make any wish come true if he were willing to pay the price. That’s what the blogger wrote. Why would he ever believe such a thing to be true? But his disbelief didn’t stop him from walking forward into the stall. The door swung behind him and hit the latch with a loud clang.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, feeling his heart race beneath his shirt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Austin pulled his marker out and read the names scrawled all around the glory hole—the layers of various names, colors, and handwriting. At least a hundred names encircled the hole, flowing away from it like ripples of water. Could this many people have come here and wished for revenge? Could this many people have been tricked by a post written by some deranged blogger?
“Write the name on the wall. Make a wish for revenge. And if your pain is great enough, your wish will be granted if you pay the price.”
Austin wasn’t sure what the price would be, but he couldn’t return home. He couldn’t endure another night with his stepfather. The way he treated Austin like his personal bitch. A baby that he could throw around for fun. He didn’t know the price, but his pound of flesh was paid in the years he had spent with his stepfather; if it ended, Austin would pay more.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Austin asked as he wrote his stepfather’s name on the wall. “Ron Waddell.” He thought of his memories—all the horrible, torturous moments imprinted on his life. Austin didn’t hate his stepfather. He loathed him. From the first moment they met, he wanted him out of his life; on Austin’s darkest nights, he wanted him dead.
He capped his marker, and the lights within the rest stop flickered. The darkness jolted him, causing him to drop his marker. Luckily, the light came back as quickly as it disappeared. Austin looked at the faraway light and the flickering filament. It wasn’t supernatural; it was just bad wiring. He sighed, feeling ridiculous.
“Can’t believe I fell for it.” He shook his head, went to the door, and pushed. It didn’t open. He jiggled the lock, trying to force the metal to slide. It wouldn’t budge. “Of course.” Austin stepped back and looked at the wall. There was space under the stall. He would have to crawl. The thought irked him, but calling for help was a worse idea. Regrettably, he got on his knees and looked.
Two legs, clad in dark denim, stood at the entry of the rest stop. Frozen and silent.
“Oh, thank God. I’m stuck in here. Can you give me a hand, please?” No response. “Hello?”
A knot formed in Austin’s stomach, and the stranger’s continued silence made it grow. The light flickered again, and the legs moved forward, walking into the stall beside his. Austin backed into the far wall, staring at the shiny black boots. Austin looked at the glory hole and the man’s plump crotch. The cock and balls beneath stretched the jeans and made the zipper strain.
“You called. And I answered.” The stranger’s voice dragged along Austin’s spine, awakening every hair and sense. The smell of musk and sulfur overtook the space. Through the hole, Austin watched the zipper’s teeth come undone. “You called for me, and I will grant your wish.” The man’s voice was hot, like fire, warming the space with every syllable. Austin’s cheeks flushed as something sparked within him.
What was this? Fear? Arousal? Something woke within Austin as he watched the teeth of the zipper release. His pants fell to the floor. The sight of the partially naked stranger turned the spark into a flame—a flame that filled his bones and made his crotch ache with a need to release, to enjoy, to worship.
“Who…” Austin swallowed the next word, feeling it become a moan. He tried again. “What are you?”
The stranger laughed, and the room trembled. “I am revenge,” he answered, groping his crotch. The bulge swelled. “I am retribution.” His hand moved along his length. His cock hardened, pushing against the restraint of his underwear. Precum seeped through the fabric, darkening the tip. “I’m the protector of the weak and the condemner of the oppressors.” His thumbs hooked into his waistband and dragged the underwear down. “Pay your price, and I shall grant your wish. I shall wreak havoc on the name you have offered me.” He pulled slowly, revealing every inch of his cock—his thick, veiny, meaty cock. His underwear snapped beneath his low-hanging balls. He walked forward, pushing his cock through the glory hole, encompassing nearly the entire space.
“God,” Austin gasped, eyeing the massive dick throbbing before him. Drool leaked from his lips as a bead of cum formed at the cockhead. The droplet grew and drained to the underside of his shaft, waiting for Austin to take it.
“Exactly.” The stranger laughed. “Now worship at my altar, and your prayer shall be answered.”
Austin licked his lips and edged closer to the wall, staring at the cock. He pursed his full lips and kissed the tip. The hot cum burned. It became liquid fire as it filled his mouth and drained down his throat, compelling Austin’s cock to full attention. The stranger pushed forward, and Austin’s lips stretched. The cock eased deeper into his mouth, filling his jaws with just the first few inches. Austin’s eyes narrowed on the shaft, watching as the inches disappeared in his mouth. His mouth widened and stretched as the man’s cock wormed its way further into him. The stranger’s spongy head pressed the back of Austin’s throat.
Austin began to pull away, but an invisible leash held him in place. He coughed around the cock as his throat attempted to accommodate the intruder. It was so big. So thick. So domineering. He played with the underside of the cock, wildly licking it as more precum leaked into his throat. He knew he should’ve fought, but Austin’s hands drifted down to his cock, undid his pants, and stroked, feeling so close to orgasm already.
“Worship me,” the stranger ordered.
The invisible leash pulled Austin closer to the stall’s wall, forcing the stranger’s cock into Austin’s throat. The erect cock bent slightly, bypassing Austin’s tonsils and penetrating deeper than possible. The man pulled Austin forward until his face pressed into the man’s crotch. The smell of sweat and sex leaked from him like cologne. His girthy balls hung against Austin’s chin, churning a load that would soon be his.
The stranger purred. “So tight. So virginal. Enjoy the pleasure, my disciple.”
Austin’s brain begged for air, but his body did not need it. He was high on the scents and the pleasure radiating from the man. He stroked rapidly, feeling his uncut cockhead leak more than ever before. Gushing forth an amount that covered his cock, and his hands spilled onto the floor.
“Relish the pleasure.” The stranger commanded before he started to pump his hips back and forth. For just a moment, when the cock was all but pulled from Austin’s mouth, he felt empty. Devoid of what gave him meaning and pleasure. But before the cock could withdraw entirely, or the seed of depression could sprout, the stranger plowed his cock back into Austin’s mouth, transforming Austin’s throat into a proper fuckhole. The moment of immediate fullness forced a deep, aching moan to sound around the man’s cock.
Before tonight, Austin had only fantasized about guys. He spent his lonely nights with his hand around his cock and his eyes on the computer screen, jerking and fantasizing for hours about what it would be like to be with a man. To suck their cock. To worship their body. To be filled with their load to the point where it leaked out of him. The stranger’s voice stroked the sensitive parts of Austin’s body and the kinkiest sections of his mind.
“Accept my load.” The walls vibrated with the stranger’s words. “Drink, and your wish shall be my command.” His thrusts picked up speed, fucking Austin’s face. Austin’s moans became louder and higher-pitched as the thrusts became faster, harder, and sharper. The man’s balls pulled up to the underside of his shaft. “Your revenge shall be realized.” Austin’s fist quickened, stroking in time with his movement. His fist slapped his balls with every stroke. Austin stood at the edge of a cliff, his mounting orgasm pushing him closer and closer over the edge.
Accept, and your revenge shall be made real, the man’s voice spoke inside Austin’s mind, whispering words of how Austin’s revenge will be accomplished. It shall be so sweet. His life shall be ruined. Accept, and my work shall begin.
Austin’s throat tightened, gripping the man’s cock so it bulged within Austin’s throat.
“I accept it,” Austin mentally said.
The thrusting halted, and the cum flooded Austin’s body.
Sweet cum like nectar shot into Austin’s mouth. He swallowed what he could, but the load was too fast and too large. Much drained from the corners of his lips and dripped from his chest. The cock pulled from Austin’s mouth and shot what remained of his load across Austin’s face. The hot load painted Austin’s face. Every rope felt like a shot of electricity, jolting him and making him shudder. He gazed up and watched the massive black cock unload. Austin jerked furiously, whimpering as his body would not allow him to achieve it. The man chuckled in response to Austin’s painful moans.
“Cum for me,” he whispered from his side of the wall. And Austin’s body obeyed. Austin’s cock went rigid. His balls tightened. Austin’s hand slid one final time along his shaft, and his cock erupted. Streams of cum spewed across his body, the stall, and the floor, adding to the layers of cum and names already painted on the wall.
“Oh, oh, oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Jesus Christ!” He closed his eyes, feeling every pleasure receptor set aflame. His orgasm seemed never-ending, a continuous plunge that he couldn’t control. His hand returned to his cock, milking every drop from himself until his balls went dry. He didn’t know how long his orgasm lasted, but when he opened his eyes, the magnificent cock and the stranger were both gone.
Austin looked at himself, seeing his clothes soaked with cum, and felt it dripping down his face. He wiped away what he could find, swallowing every droplet so as not to let the man’s load go to waste. After his body was cleaned and the cum was ingested, Austin tucked away his cock and opened the door, forgetting how moments before, it wouldn’t budge. He left the rest stop, feeling energized. He licked his lips, tasting the stranger’s cock, and wanted to taste more.
Even if the urban legend was just a myth, at least he got to suck a cock… a glorious cock. One that he would fantasize about for weeks to come.
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“Dad keep pumping. It’s starting to work,” I moaned while on all fours. My dad kept pumping his dick in my muscled ass. I felt the drugs he just injected into me starting to take effect. My body starting to burn from the obscene amount of testosterone he just injected into me. “Ugh dad keep going,” I cried. I pushed my hard ass back against my fathers pulsing dick. His thick cock spreading my already open hole. I grasped ahold of the carpet feeling my grip tighten as my hands began to grow numb followed by the pins and needles that came before the growth started. The roids always worked from the outside in, starting with my hands and feet and slowly creeping its way in. Up until this point we had never done this large of an injection, but I was tired of waiting. My dad was growing the perfect fuckboy. 100% muscle beast and slave to the man who created him. And I wanted to be his beast now before I went off to college. My forearms began to pulse and with every pulse they grew in size. My biceps and triceps growing to the size of bowling balls. I left one arm up and flexed for my dad. Feeling my bulging biceps tight underneath my skin. “Fuck dad their huge,” I said as I posed. My dad continued to fuck my ass in gusto. Enjoying the sight of his creation. “Boy your gonna be huge. Your gonna be a fucking monster at school. Imagine what everyone is gonna say when they see this giant of a freshman walk onto campus. Every fraternities gonna want you to be their brother. Every coach is gonna want this beast on their team. Your gonna be a god among men. But little do they all know your my fuck toy,“my dad said. He grabbed onto my growing thighs and squeezed. “Damn boy your not gonna be able to fit into normal clothes anymore. These fucking tree trunks. Good luck finding anything after this shit turns permanent.” His hands traveled up and down my thighs and then moved up to my solid ass. “Mmmmmmmm this ass is starting to grow too.” He smacked my growing cheeks with a loud SMACK. He grasped each cheek in his large manly hands and spread them apart to allow his cock deeper into me. God he was so thick, and with these treatments his dick only gets thick. I felt both of my cheeks begin to balloon outwards. I looked behind myself at my dad and the new basketball booty I had. Fuck it felt so good, and they were so big. I bet I could squat well over 400 now. Not only did the drugs grow my ass but seems as though it increased the size of my prostate too. God I was gonna cum already. “Daddy slow down your gonna make me Cum,” I groaned. I pushed my new bubblebutt deep into my Dads crotch. God i felt so full. My Dad leaned onto my back enjoying tightness. His hands explored my expanding body; His hands gripped my rounded deltoids, scrapped his fingers into my broad backside; and his hands ended at my hanging pectorals. His fingers pinched and pulled on my nipples, while I elicited moans of pleasure in repose. “Boy these tits are getting huge. I don’t think we’re gonna be able to fit these babies in your shirts either,” he whispered into my ear. The thought of outgrowing all my clothes pushed me even closer to orgasm. His hands moved further down my frontside and his hands grasped my dick and balls. My balls reaching the size of baseballs, and my dick at least 12 inches. One hand massaged my engorged dickhead and the other rubbing up and down the shaft. “Dad I’m gonna cum. Please stop.,” I moaned. He began to start thrusting again. I felt his own balls tight against my ass. God he was about to cum. “Dad keep going. I want your cum in me. Daddddddyyyyyyy,” I screamed. My own body betraying me and orgasming before my dad did. My dick shooting gallons of cum onto the floor. Soaking into the carpet. My dick unloading deep into my muscle ass, more than I ever thought I could carry. I continued to cum long after my dad finished. I looked underneath me, and my dick was continually oozing out cum. Long thick globs landing on the carpet. My mouth salivating, waiting for when I finally finished and I would be able to slurp up all that cum, and have that extra protein grow my muscle even larger.
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Gloryhole Devil: Diapered Daddy
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There's no way the urban legend could be true, but after years of being tortured by his stepfather, Austin is willing to try anything to turn the tables!
——————————————————
Five years of torture will drive a man to the darkest places in the world—years of bullying, humiliation, and punishment. Austin couldn’t understand why he thought an urban legend would make his life any better than standing up to his stepfather. Still, Austin thought he would have better luck believing in a supernatural force than growing a backbone—as pathetic as that sounded.
The abandoned rest stop was off Interstate 64, on a crumbling off-ramp. Nature overtook the concrete building. Vines and plants stretched along its sides. Overgrown grass grew through the cracked pavement and over the sidewalks. Electricity still powered the few unshattered lights on the grounds, forgotten by the city. The gate that once blocked entry was broken, beckoning him forward like a witch’s finger. Daring him to make a choice he would possibly regret.
The insides were worse. Wildlife hid the building’s ugliness while the inside displayed it fully. The smell hit him first—a combination of waste, piss, and mold. The tiles were cracked. The mirrors were shattered. The fixtures were vandalized or entirely removed. Graffiti covered all the walls in many colors, words, and symbols. Two urinals hung on the wall closest to the entrance, and three stalls next to those. As the Reddit post instructed, Austin went to the middle stall, the only stall with a door. His fingers brushed the latch, feeling the grime transfer to his fingertips. He regretted not bringing gloves or sanitizing wipes. Using his foot, Austin nudged the door open. The inside was just as the blogger wrote: wall-to-wall graffiti, a toilet overflowing with piss, and a glory hole large enough to fit a Coke bottle.
Austin sighed. He felt like a fool. A cursed glory hole that could make any wish come true if he were willing to pay the price. That’s what the blogger wrote. Why would he ever believe such a thing to be true? But his disbelief didn’t stop him from walking forward into the stall. The door swung behind him and hit the latch with a loud clang.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, feeling his heart race beneath his shirt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Austin pulled his marker out and read the names scrawled all around the glory hole—the layers of various names, colors, and handwriting. At least a hundred names encircled the hole, flowing away from it like ripples of water. Could this many people have come here and wished for revenge? Could this many people have been tricked by a post written by some deranged blogger?
“Write the name on the wall. Make a wish for revenge. And if your pain is great enough, your wish will be granted if you pay the price.”
Austin wasn’t sure what the price would be, but he couldn’t return home. He couldn’t endure another night with his stepfather. The way he treated Austin like his personal bitch. A baby that he could throw around for fun. He didn’t know the price, but his pound of flesh was paid in the years he had spent with his stepfather; if it ended, Austin would pay more.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Austin asked as he wrote his stepfather’s name on the wall. “Ron Waddell.” He thought of his memories—all the horrible, torturous moments imprinted on his life. Austin didn’t hate his stepfather. He loathed him. From the first moment they met, he wanted him out of his life; on Austin’s darkest nights, he wanted him dead.
He capped his marker, and the lights within the rest stop flickered. The darkness jolted him, causing him to drop his marker. Luckily, the light came back as quickly as it disappeared. Austin looked at the faraway light and the flickering filament. It wasn’t supernatural; it was just bad wiring. He sighed, feeling ridiculous.
“Can’t believe I fell for it.” He shook his head, went to the door, and pushed. It didn’t open. He jiggled the lock, trying to force the metal to slide. It wouldn’t budge. “Of course.” Austin stepped back and looked at the wall. There was space under the stall. He would have to crawl. The thought irked him, but calling for help was a worse idea. Regrettably, he got on his knees and looked.
Two legs, clad in dark denim, stood at the entry of the rest stop. Frozen and silent.
“Oh, thank God. I’m stuck in here. Can you give me a hand, please?” No response. “Hello?”
A knot formed in Austin’s stomach, and the stranger’s continued silence made it grow. The light flickered again, and the legs moved forward, walking into the stall beside his. Austin backed into the far wall, staring at the shiny black boots. Austin looked at the glory hole and the man’s plump crotch. The cock and balls beneath stretched the jeans and made the zipper strain.
“You called. And I answered.” The stranger’s voice dragged along Austin’s spine, awakening every hair and sense. The smell of musk and sulfur overtook the space. Through the hole, Austin watched the zipper’s teeth come undone. “You called for me, and I will grant your wish.” The man’s voice was hot, like fire, warming the space with every syllable. Austin’s cheeks flushed as something sparked within him.
What was this? Fear? Arousal? Something woke within Austin as he watched the teeth of the zipper release. His pants fell to the floor. The sight of the partially naked stranger turned the spark into a flame—a flame that filled his bones and made his crotch ache with a need to release, to enjoy, to worship.
“Who…” Austin swallowed the next word, feeling it become a moan. He tried again. “What are you?”
The stranger laughed, and the room trembled. “I am revenge,” he answered, groping his crotch. The bulge swelled. “I am retribution.” His hand moved along his length. His cock hardened, pushing against the restraint of his underwear. Precum seeped through the fabric, darkening the tip. “I’m the protector of the weak and the condemner of the oppressors.” His thumbs hooked into his waistband and dragged the underwear down. “Pay your price, and I shall grant your wish. I shall wreak havoc on the name you have offered me.” He pulled slowly, revealing every inch of his cock—his thick, veiny, meaty cock. His underwear snapped beneath his low-hanging balls. He walked forward, pushing his cock through the glory hole, encompassing nearly the entire space.
“God,” Austin gasped, eyeing the massive dick throbbing before him. Drool leaked from his lips as a bead of cum formed at the cockhead. The droplet grew and drained to the underside of his shaft, waiting for Austin to take it.
“Exactly.” The stranger laughed. “Now worship at my altar, and your prayer shall be answered.”
Austin licked his lips and edged closer to the wall, staring at the cock. He pursed his full lips and kissed the tip. The hot cum burned. It became liquid fire as it filled his mouth and drained down his throat, compelling Austin’s cock to full attention. The stranger pushed forward, and Austin’s lips stretched. The cock eased deeper into his mouth, filling his jaws with just the first few inches. Austin’s eyes narrowed on the shaft, watching as the inches disappeared in his mouth. His mouth widened and stretched as the man’s cock wormed its way further into him. The stranger’s spongy head pressed the back of Austin’s throat.
Austin began to pull away, but an invisible leash held him in place. He coughed around the cock as his throat attempted to accommodate the intruder. It was so big. So thick. So domineering. He played with the underside of the cock, wildly licking it as more precum leaked into his throat. He knew he should’ve fought, but Austin’s hands drifted down to his cock, undid his pants, and stroked, feeling so close to orgasm already.
“Worship me,” the stranger ordered.
The invisible leash pulled Austin closer to the stall’s wall, forcing the stranger’s cock into Austin’s throat. The erect cock bent slightly, bypassing Austin’s tonsils and penetrating deeper than possible. The man pulled Austin forward until his face pressed into the man’s crotch. The smell of sweat and sex leaked from him like cologne. His girthy balls hung against Austin’s chin, churning a load that would soon be his.
The stranger purred. “So tight. So virginal. Enjoy the pleasure, my disciple.”
Austin’s brain begged for air, but his body did not need it. He was high on the scents and the pleasure radiating from the man. He stroked rapidly, feeling his uncut cockhead leak more than ever before. Gushing forth an amount that covered his cock, and his hands spilled onto the floor.
“Relish the pleasure.” The stranger commanded before he started to pump his hips back and forth. For just a moment, when the cock was all but pulled from Austin’s mouth, he felt empty. Devoid of what gave him meaning and pleasure. But before the cock could withdraw entirely, or the seed of depression could sprout, the stranger plowed his cock back into Austin’s mouth, transforming Austin’s throat into a proper fuckhole. The moment of immediate fullness forced a deep, aching moan to sound around the man’s cock.
Before tonight, Austin had only fantasized about guys. He spent his lonely nights with his hand around his cock and his eyes on the computer screen, jerking and fantasizing for hours about what it would be like to be with a man. To suck their cock. To worship their body. To be filled with their load to the point where it leaked out of him. The stranger’s voice stroked the sensitive parts of Austin’s body and the kinkiest sections of his mind.
“Accept my load.” The walls vibrated with the stranger’s words. “Drink, and your wish shall be my command.” His thrusts picked up speed, fucking Austin’s face. Austin’s moans became louder and higher-pitched as the thrusts became faster, harder, and sharper. The man’s balls pulled up to the underside of his shaft. “Your revenge shall be realized.” Austin’s fist quickened, stroking in time with his movement. His fist slapped his balls with every stroke. Austin stood at the edge of a cliff, his mounting orgasm pushing him closer and closer over the edge.
Accept, and your revenge shall be made real, the man’s voice spoke inside Austin’s mind, whispering words of how Austin’s revenge will be accomplished. It shall be so sweet. His life shall be ruined. Accept, and my work shall begin.
Austin’s throat tightened, gripping the man’s cock so it bulged within Austin’s throat.
“I accept it,” Austin mentally said.
The thrusting halted, and the cum flooded Austin’s body.
Sweet cum like nectar shot into Austin’s mouth. He swallowed what he could, but the load was too fast and too large. Much drained from the corners of his lips and dripped from his chest. The cock pulled from Austin’s mouth and shot what remained of his load across Austin’s face. The hot load painted Austin’s face. Every rope felt like a shot of electricity, jolting him and making him shudder. He gazed up and watched the massive black cock unload. Austin jerked furiously, whimpering as his body would not allow him to achieve it. The man chuckled in response to Austin’s painful moans.
“Cum for me,” he whispered from his side of the wall. And Austin’s body obeyed. Austin’s cock went rigid. His balls tightened. Austin’s hand slid one final time along his shaft, and his cock erupted. Streams of cum spewed across his body, the stall, and the floor, adding to the layers of cum and names already painted on the wall.
“Oh, oh, oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Jesus Christ!” He closed his eyes, feeling every pleasure receptor set aflame. His orgasm seemed never-ending, a continuous plunge that he couldn’t control. His hand returned to his cock, milking every drop from himself until his balls went dry. He didn’t know how long his orgasm lasted, but when he opened his eyes, the magnificent cock and the stranger were both gone.
Austin looked at himself, seeing his clothes soaked with cum, and felt it dripping down his face. He wiped away what he could find, swallowing every droplet so as not to let the man’s load go to waste. After his body was cleaned and the cum was ingested, Austin tucked away his cock and opened the door, forgetting how moments before, it wouldn’t budge. He left the rest stop, feeling energized. He licked his lips, tasting the stranger’s cock, and wanted to taste more.
Even if the urban legend was just a myth, at least he got to suck a cock… a glorious cock. One that he would fantasize about for weeks to come.
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There's no way the urban legend could be true, but after years of being tortured by his stepfather, Austin is willing to try anything to turn the tables!
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Five years of torture will drive a man to the darkest places in the world—years of bullying, humiliation, and punishment. Austin couldn’t understand why he thought an urban legend would make his life any better than standing up to his stepfather. Still, Austin thought he would have better luck believing in a supernatural force than growing a backbone—as pathetic as that sounded.
The abandoned rest stop was off Interstate 64, on a crumbling off-ramp. Nature overtook the concrete building. Vines and plants stretched along its sides. Overgrown grass grew through the cracked pavement and over the sidewalks. Electricity still powered the few unshattered lights on the grounds, forgotten by the city. The gate that once blocked entry was broken, beckoning him forward like a witch’s finger. Daring him to make a choice he would possibly regret.
The insides were worse. Wildlife hid the building’s ugliness while the inside displayed it fully. The smell hit him first—a combination of waste, piss, and mold. The tiles were cracked. The mirrors were shattered. The fixtures were vandalized or entirely removed. Graffiti covered all the walls in many colors, words, and symbols. Two urinals hung on the wall closest to the entrance, and three stalls next to those. As the Reddit post instructed, Austin went to the middle stall, the only stall with a door. His fingers brushed the latch, feeling the grime transfer to his fingertips. He regretted not bringing gloves or sanitizing wipes. Using his foot, Austin nudged the door open. The inside was just as the blogger wrote: wall-to-wall graffiti, a toilet overflowing with piss, and a glory hole large enough to fit a Coke bottle.
Austin sighed. He felt like a fool. A cursed glory hole that could make any wish come true if he were willing to pay the price. That’s what the blogger wrote. Why would he ever believe such a thing to be true? But his disbelief didn’t stop him from walking forward into the stall. The door swung behind him and hit the latch with a loud clang.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, feeling his heart race beneath his shirt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Austin pulled his marker out and read the names scrawled all around the glory hole—the layers of various names, colors, and handwriting. At least a hundred names encircled the hole, flowing away from it like ripples of water. Could this many people have come here and wished for revenge? Could this many people have been tricked by a post written by some deranged blogger?
“Write the name on the wall. Make a wish for revenge. And if your pain is great enough, your wish will be granted if you pay the price.”
Austin wasn’t sure what the price would be, but he couldn’t return home. He couldn’t endure another night with his stepfather. The way he treated Austin like his personal bitch. A baby that he could throw around for fun. He didn’t know the price, but his pound of flesh was paid in the years he had spent with his stepfather; if it ended, Austin would pay more.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Austin asked as he wrote his stepfather’s name on the wall. “Ron Waddell.” He thought of his memories—all the horrible, torturous moments imprinted on his life. Austin didn’t hate his stepfather. He loathed him. From the first moment they met, he wanted him out of his life; on Austin’s darkest nights, he wanted him dead.
He capped his marker, and the lights within the rest stop flickered. The darkness jolted him, causing him to drop his marker. Luckily, the light came back as quickly as it disappeared. Austin looked at the faraway light and the flickering filament. It wasn’t supernatural; it was just bad wiring. He sighed, feeling ridiculous.
“Can’t believe I fell for it.” He shook his head, went to the door, and pushed. It didn’t open. He jiggled the lock, trying to force the metal to slide. It wouldn’t budge. “Of course.” Austin stepped back and looked at the wall. There was space under the stall. He would have to crawl. The thought irked him, but calling for help was a worse idea. Regrettably, he got on his knees and looked.
Two legs, clad in dark denim, stood at the entry of the rest stop. Frozen and silent.
“Oh, thank God. I’m stuck in here. Can you give me a hand, please?” No response. “Hello?”
A knot formed in Austin’s stomach, and the stranger’s continued silence made it grow. The light flickered again, and the legs moved forward, walking into the stall beside his. Austin backed into the far wall, staring at the shiny black boots. Austin looked at the glory hole and the man’s plump crotch. The cock and balls beneath stretched the jeans and made the zipper strain.
“You called. And I answered.” The stranger’s voice dragged along Austin’s spine, awakening every hair and sense. The smell of musk and sulfur overtook the space. Through the hole, Austin watched the zipper’s teeth come undone. “You called for me, and I will grant your wish.” The man’s voice was hot, like fire, warming the space with every syllable. Austin’s cheeks flushed as something sparked within him.
What was this? Fear? Arousal? Something woke within Austin as he watched the teeth of the zipper release. His pants fell to the floor. The sight of the partially naked stranger turned the spark into a flame—a flame that filled his bones and made his crotch ache with a need to release, to enjoy, to worship.
“Who…” Austin swallowed the next word, feeling it become a moan. He tried again. “What are you?”
The stranger laughed, and the room trembled. “I am revenge,” he answered, groping his crotch. The bulge swelled. “I am retribution.” His hand moved along his length. His cock hardened, pushing against the restraint of his underwear. Precum seeped through the fabric, darkening the tip. “I’m the protector of the weak and the condemner of the oppressors.” His thumbs hooked into his waistband and dragged the underwear down. “Pay your price, and I shall grant your wish. I shall wreak havoc on the name you have offered me.” He pulled slowly, revealing every inch of his cock—his thick, veiny, meaty cock. His underwear snapped beneath his low-hanging balls. He walked forward, pushing his cock through the glory hole, encompassing nearly the entire space.
“God,” Austin gasped, eyeing the massive dick throbbing before him. Drool leaked from his lips as a bead of cum formed at the cockhead. The droplet grew and drained to the underside of his shaft, waiting for Austin to take it.
“Exactly.” The stranger laughed. “Now worship at my altar, and your prayer shall be answered.”
Austin licked his lips and edged closer to the wall, staring at the cock. He pursed his full lips and kissed the tip. The hot cum burned. It became liquid fire as it filled his mouth and drained down his throat, compelling Austin’s cock to full attention. The stranger pushed forward, and Austin’s lips stretched. The cock eased deeper into his mouth, filling his jaws with just the first few inches. Austin’s eyes narrowed on the shaft, watching as the inches disappeared in his mouth. His mouth widened and stretched as the man’s cock wormed its way further into him. The stranger’s spongy head pressed the back of Austin’s throat.
Austin began to pull away, but an invisible leash held him in place. He coughed around the cock as his throat attempted to accommodate the intruder. It was so big. So thick. So domineering. He played with the underside of the cock, wildly licking it as more precum leaked into his throat. He knew he should’ve fought, but Austin’s hands drifted down to his cock, undid his pants, and stroked, feeling so close to orgasm already.
“Worship me,” the stranger ordered.
The invisible leash pulled Austin closer to the stall’s wall, forcing the stranger’s cock into Austin’s throat. The erect cock bent slightly, bypassing Austin’s tonsils and penetrating deeper than possible. The man pulled Austin forward until his face pressed into the man’s crotch. The smell of sweat and sex leaked from him like cologne. His girthy balls hung against Austin’s chin, churning a load that would soon be his.
The stranger purred. “So tight. So virginal. Enjoy the pleasure, my disciple.”
Austin’s brain begged for air, but his body did not need it. He was high on the scents and the pleasure radiating from the man. He stroked rapidly, feeling his uncut cockhead leak more than ever before. Gushing forth an amount that covered his cock, and his hands spilled onto the floor.
“Relish the pleasure.” The stranger commanded before he started to pump his hips back and forth. For just a moment, when the cock was all but pulled from Austin’s mouth, he felt empty. Devoid of what gave him meaning and pleasure. But before the cock could withdraw entirely, or the seed of depression could sprout, the stranger plowed his cock back into Austin’s mouth, transforming Austin’s throat into a proper fuckhole. The moment of immediate fullness forced a deep, aching moan to sound around the man’s cock.
Before tonight, Austin had only fantasized about guys. He spent his lonely nights with his hand around his cock and his eyes on the computer screen, jerking and fantasizing for hours about what it would be like to be with a man. To suck their cock. To worship their body. To be filled with their load to the point where it leaked out of him. The stranger’s voice stroked the sensitive parts of Austin’s body and the kinkiest sections of his mind.
“Accept my load.” The walls vibrated with the stranger’s words. “Drink, and your wish shall be my command.” His thrusts picked up speed, fucking Austin’s face. Austin’s moans became louder and higher-pitched as the thrusts became faster, harder, and sharper. The man’s balls pulled up to the underside of his shaft. “Your revenge shall be realized.” Austin’s fist quickened, stroking in time with his movement. His fist slapped his balls with every stroke. Austin stood at the edge of a cliff, his mounting orgasm pushing him closer and closer over the edge.
Accept, and your revenge shall be made real, the man’s voice spoke inside Austin’s mind, whispering words of how Austin’s revenge will be accomplished. It shall be so sweet. His life shall be ruined. Accept, and my work shall begin.
Austin’s throat tightened, gripping the man’s cock so it bulged within Austin’s throat.
“I accept it,” Austin mentally said.
The thrusting halted, and the cum flooded Austin’s body.
Sweet cum like nectar shot into Austin’s mouth. He swallowed what he could, but the load was too fast and too large. Much drained from the corners of his lips and dripped from his chest. The cock pulled from Austin’s mouth and shot what remained of his load across Austin’s face. The hot load painted Austin’s face. Every rope felt like a shot of electricity, jolting him and making him shudder. He gazed up and watched the massive black cock unload. Austin jerked furiously, whimpering as his body would not allow him to achieve it. The man chuckled in response to Austin’s painful moans.
“Cum for me,” he whispered from his side of the wall. And Austin’s body obeyed. Austin’s cock went rigid. His balls tightened. Austin’s hand slid one final time along his shaft, and his cock erupted. Streams of cum spewed across his body, the stall, and the floor, adding to the layers of cum and names already painted on the wall.
“Oh, oh, oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Jesus Christ!” He closed his eyes, feeling every pleasure receptor set aflame. His orgasm seemed never-ending, a continuous plunge that he couldn’t control. His hand returned to his cock, milking every drop from himself until his balls went dry. He didn’t know how long his orgasm lasted, but when he opened his eyes, the magnificent cock and the stranger were both gone.
Austin looked at himself, seeing his clothes soaked with cum, and felt it dripping down his face. He wiped away what he could find, swallowing every droplet so as not to let the man’s load go to waste. After his body was cleaned and the cum was ingested, Austin tucked away his cock and opened the door, forgetting how moments before, it wouldn’t budge. He left the rest stop, feeling energized. He licked his lips, tasting the stranger’s cock, and wanted to taste more.
Even if the urban legend was just a myth, at least he got to suck a cock… a glorious cock. One that he would fantasize about for weeks to come.
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Sprout and the Minotaur
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Today is Sprout's first day as an adventurer, and he is finally able to descend into the labyrinth like he's always dreamed! But is Sprout prepared for what the labyrinth has in store for him?
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Today is going to be the best day of Sprout’s life. He smiles at his reflection, cheeks rosy, fairy wings fluttering, big blue eyes shining.
Today, Sprout is officially an adventurer!
After years of schoolwork, internships, and several grueling summers spent mucking out the stables at the adventure guild—it’s worse than you think. Have you ever handled unicorn shit? The glitter gets absolutely everywhere.
Yes, technically, he hasn’t taken his first walk into the Labyrinth. And sure, he hasn’t officially been hired by any adventuring parties or any of the micro guilds to act as their spellcaster. And okay, maybe he doesn’t really have much experience beyond the illusory simulations at school. Still, he always received the highest marks and never cried once… beyond that one time with the slime monster. How was he expected to kill something so cute!?
But today, today will be the first step into his new life. With his license, not only will he be able to walk the Labyrinth, but Sprout will also have access to the underground cities, the lakebed kingdom, and the floating castles.
“One last check.” Sprout drops his Bag of Holding and undoes the knot. While there is an infinite amount of space inside, the items he’s afraid of forgetting stay at the top. “Healing potions. Mana potions. Smoke grenade. Escape Rope. Pan flute.” He says each item as if confirming to himself that he hasn’t forgotten anything important. Even though he’s already checked, double-checked, and triple-checked his supplies. “Everlasting Pot. Journal. Ink pen. Extra clothes. Salves. Compass. Spellbook.” Sprout exhales a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
He places everything back into his bag in the same order and checks himself in the mirror. Being half-fairy, he has several traits from both his mother and his father; he has his mother’s eyes, wings, and delicate features. Hairless, like most fairies, except for the short brown hair on his head. And from his father, his human-sized cock. It seems oversized for his 5’0” frame. The 8 inches extend to his knees, and the matching balls create a lewd bulge in his clothes, since most fairy cocks are drastically... smaller. But he enjoys how his cock protrudes in his tight pants or looks obscene on his small frame.
Today he’s wearing a leafy crop-top vest, unbuttoned to show off his trim waist and flat stomach. His shorts stop just above his knees and are a dark brown bark but are somehow buttery soft. His cock is soft and tucked into his favorite “lucky” pair of briefs, forming a mound that looks like he’s smuggling a smoke bomb in his pants. Wreaths of leaves and flowers hang at his ankles and wrists, and like always, Sprout is shoeless, enjoying the way the earth feels between his toes. His translucent wings flutter in time with his racing heart as worry takes root in his stomach like unwanted weeds in his garden.
Do I have everything?
What if I get lost?
What if I get hurt?
Sprout’s “what ifs” become a torrential downpour, flooding his mind with worry, stirring his wings until they become a blur, and lifting him off the ground. At his current size, Sprout’s wings are too small compared to the rest of his body to allow him to truly fly.
But the few inches are just enough for him to unknowingly float around his room as he panics. Some would say unnecessarily, but also, he is going into a labyrinth overwhelmed with dragons, orcs, mimics, minotaurs, cannibals, and gods know what else, so maybe a little panic is good for the soul?
“Oh, thistle and thorns!” Sprout curses when he realizes he’s floating and causing a minor windstorm in his treehouse. “Calm down, Sprout.” He focuses on his wings, and they pause, and his feet return to the floor. “You are only going to do the first floor today! Just the first floor. Promise me.” Sprout points at his reflection. “Promise me. I promise. Good.” He nods his head in agreement, and finally, after years of preparation, Sprout leaves his treehouse on his way to his first adventure!
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Today is Sprout's first day as an adventurer, and he is finally able to descend into the labyrinth like he's always dreamed! But is Sprout prepared for what the labyrinth has in store for him?
----------------------------
Today is going to be the best day of Sprout’s life. He smiles at his reflection, cheeks rosy, fairy wings fluttering, big blue eyes shining.
Today, Sprout is officially an adventurer!
After years of schoolwork, internships, and several grueling summers spent mucking out the stables at the adventure guild—it’s worse than you think. Have you ever handled unicorn shit? The glitter gets absolutely everywhere.
Yes, technically, he hasn’t taken his first walk into the Labyrinth. And sure, he hasn’t officially been hired by any adventuring parties or any of the micro guilds to act as their spellcaster. And okay, maybe he doesn’t really have much experience beyond the illusory simulations at school. Still, he always received the highest marks and never cried once… beyond that one time with the slime monster. How was he expected to kill something so cute!?
But today, today will be the first step into his new life. With his license, not only will he be able to walk the Labyrinth, but Sprout will also have access to the underground cities, the lakebed kingdom, and the floating castles.
“One last check.” Sprout drops his Bag of Holding and undoes the knot. While there is an infinite amount of space inside, the items he’s afraid of forgetting stay at the top. “Healing potions. Mana potions. Smoke grenade. Escape Rope. Pan flute.” He says each item as if confirming to himself that he hasn’t forgotten anything important. Even though he’s already checked, double-checked, and triple-checked his supplies. “Everlasting Pot. Journal. Ink pen. Extra clothes. Salves. Compass. Spellbook.” Sprout exhales a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
He places everything back into his bag in the same order and checks himself in the mirror. Being half-fairy, he has several traits from both his mother and his father; he has his mother’s eyes, wings, and delicate features. Hairless, like most fairies, except for the short brown hair on his head. And from his father, his human-sized cock. It seems oversized for his 5’0” frame. The 8 inches extend to his knees, and the matching balls create a lewd bulge in his clothes, since most fairy cocks are drastically... smaller. But he enjoys how his cock protrudes in his tight pants or looks obscene on his small frame.
Today he’s wearing a leafy crop-top vest, unbuttoned to show off his trim waist and flat stomach. His shorts stop just above his knees and are a dark brown bark but are somehow buttery soft. His cock is soft and tucked into his favorite “lucky” pair of briefs, forming a mound that looks like he’s smuggling a smoke bomb in his pants. Wreaths of leaves and flowers hang at his ankles and wrists, and like always, Sprout is shoeless, enjoying the way the earth feels between his toes. His translucent wings flutter in time with his racing heart as worry takes root in his stomach like unwanted weeds in his garden.
Do I have everything?
What if I get lost?
What if I get hurt?
Sprout’s “what ifs” become a torrential downpour, flooding his mind with worry, stirring his wings until they become a blur, and lifting him off the ground. At his current size, Sprout’s wings are too small compared to the rest of his body to allow him to truly fly.
But the few inches are just enough for him to unknowingly float around his room as he panics. Some would say unnecessarily, but also, he is going into a labyrinth overwhelmed with dragons, orcs, mimics, minotaurs, cannibals, and gods know what else, so maybe a little panic is good for the soul?
“Oh, thistle and thorns!” Sprout curses when he realizes he’s floating and causing a minor windstorm in his treehouse. “Calm down, Sprout.” He focuses on his wings, and they pause, and his feet return to the floor. “You are only going to do the first floor today! Just the first floor. Promise me.” Sprout points at his reflection. “Promise me. I promise. Good.” He nods his head in agreement, and finally, after years of preparation, Sprout leaves his treehouse on his way to his first adventure!
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Picking up the wrong twink off the side of the road leads to a cursed and transformative car ride!
Hitchhiker
I saw the vehicle approaching in the distance. It was the first car I’d seen in over an hour, so it was probably my last chance to get out of the cold. The only car I’d seen in the last hour. I stepped from the shadows, stuck out my thumb, and hoped. The bright red sports car slowed as its headlights illuminated me. The driver flashed their lights and pulled onto the shoulder.
“Thank God,” I sighed, relieved to finally escape the cold. My feet hurt, my back ached from carrying my bag, and the night was only getting colder. I stepped up to the car, and the doors unlocked. The stranger greeted me with a smile as I opened the door.
God, it was so warm!
“Thank you so much!” I beamed, tossing my bag into the back seat as I settled into the front passenger seat. “I was starting to worry I was going to need to camp in the woods overnight! I hadn’t seen a car in over an hour! The last three just ignored me when I tried to wave them down.” I rubbed my hands together and placed them against the air vents. The tips ached as the warm air battled the iciness of my fingers. I looked to the man in the driver’s seat and noted his attractive face, his expensive-looking polo and khakis, and his unrealistically kind eyes. He looked like a young dad who partied in college and graduated by the skin of his teeth. Dark blonde hair styled up and away from his forehead—a clean-shaven face. A jawline most would kill to have—the perfect camouflage for a predator.
“What is a boy like you doing out here at this hour?” He asked, pulling back onto the road. His eyes darted from the road to me, questioning the short shorts I wore and the small tank top. “A little cold for shorts.”
I laughed. “I’ve something warmer in my bag.”
“Going anywhere in particular?”
“Anywhere but here,” I joked, giving him a half-answer. The man’s arm came to rest on the center console, slightly over midway, and his hand on the gearstick. I shifted slightly, leaning against the center console so he could see I was comfortable and felt safe.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind taking you anywhere you need. I’m not going anywhere in particular.” The man spoke while making his second move, sliding his hand from the gearstick to my exposed thigh. His hands were warm against my cool skin.
And the game begins.
“I don’t know,” I said, feigning discomfort as I moved away, distancing myself. This was his one chance. The one part that could make me stop and let him leave as he came.
“Well, I don’t want to be an inconvenience to you.” Both hands gripped the wheel, and he flipped the blinker, slowly bringing the vehicle back to the side of the road. “If you want to walk—”
“No!” I shrieked, even though excitement bubbled within, and I made sure he could not see.
Failure.
I slid closer, placing my hand on top of his thigh. “I don’t mind… being here.”
“Okay then.” He said, smiling like the spider who’d finally caught the fly. The car glided back into the lane. He took my hand and placed it deliberately on his cock. It jumped within his khakis and hardened in my palm. One hand stayed on the wheel while the other drifted along my hairless thigh and up to my crotch. “You’re so hot,” he said, nearly breathless.
Softly, he squeezed my cock, bringing it to life. I moaned as his hand massaged my crotch; both of us were hardening with every breath. “Seems like someone is more than fine with being here. Why don’t you show your appreciation?” His cock flexed within his pants, and I knew what he wanted, but he had no idea the cost. “Those lips look like this won’t be the first cock it’s sucked.”
You’ll be sorry…
I undid his pants, and his cock sprang free, already hard and covered in precum as it pointed towards me. It was a nice cock, seven inches and uncut. The pubes were trimmed, and his balls were tight and ready to blow. I hated the hunger that bubbled inside my libido. Though he was a trash person, his cock was hot.
His eyes burned into the back of my head as I lowered myself, gripping his cock—the girthy shaft was too fat for my fingers to encircle fully. My hand stroked from the base, squeezing out a large bead of cum, which oozed from the top. One of the man’s hands came behind my head and urged my face closer. I put up a slight resistance to continue this farce, but I was eager for the real game to begin.
His cock pushed past my lips and entered my mouth. My tongue went to work, sliding along his shaft, as I sank deeper, earning several deep growls of enjoyment. My lips tightened around his shaft, his cock head forced its way back into the back of my mouth and into my throat. I gagged for a moment but quickly adjusted to the intruder. The driver’s hands went back to the wheel, focusing on the road as I milked his cock. He paid me no further attention beyond the occasional grunt or moan of enjoyment. But when his cock became rigid in my mouth, and his grunting became higher, I pulled away, needing to speak before I began.
He whimpered at the loss of my mouth.
“I’m sure you do this a lot. Pick up guys from the side of the road.” His body went rigid as my tone switched from the defenseless lamb to that of an aggressor.
“I would prefer you don’t speak. I can always pull over and let you out if you would rather talk,” he threatened. I could already feel the car as it drifted towards the shoulder.
“No, you will continue to drive straight. And not interrupt me while I speak,” I ordered, power coursing through every syllable, forcing him to obey. I could feel him fighting my command, struggling within my verbal binding as if it were wrapped around him like rope.
“Now, where was I? Oh yes. I bet it’s really easy for you to find us. The defenseless. The helpless. They see your friendly face and expensive car and think they’ve finally found someone who will help them in their time of need. But it turns out you are just like every other man. So why not take those things away that make you so friendly?” I pushed my face towards his cock and sucked, long and hard. High-pitched moans of painful pleasure vibrated in his throat. My hand massaged his balls in a way that forced him to orgasm and caused an explosion of cum into my mouth. My cheeks bulged as they swelled with his cum, his youth, and his virility, and I continued to suck, and I was satisfied.
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