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[bajablast666]

A sketch and a rare Travis POV drabble 🪓

[plangentlyre]

Jennifer sitting on a tree stump as she cradles Jessica's head on her lap. She combs through her hair, fiddling with the blue and white flowers looped around her oak-colored locks.

She sleeps there, humming in a way that allows her to know Jessica is dreaming of those grassy plains she spoke of. For a moment, she's peaceful in her rest but then she shuffles, pressing her head persistently against Jennifer's palms.

A tear slips from the corner of her eyes and Jennifer catches them, cupping the side of her cheek gently. She continues to whimper and cry, and when Jessica comes to grip onto the girl's jacket, she whispers, scared and desperate, "...Jennifer..."

Perhaps it isn't the wisest choice in this circumstance but Jennifer lifts her other hand next to Jessica's ear and snaps her fingers. She even bounces her feet, urging the half-deer girl to wake up from her nightmare as she calls out her name.

It isn't until her patience is thinning out that the whines stop and a pair of mossy green eyes come to stare at her through a blurry lens. She whispers again when they clear, a hint of relief and uncertainty coating her voice. "Is that you... Jennifer?"

She huffs at her. "Who else would it be? Are you okay?"

"You're... You're here." Her gaze melts, wearing a lopsided and dopey grin as she does.

And as much as Jennifer wishes to smack her with sense, she can't help but cave in to Jessica's irresistible charm.

"Of course I am." Once more, she pets the top of her head fondly. "I promised, didn't I?"

[iwantauroras-andsadprose]

The Bolter: Short Story

25/01/2025 - first part

“Who was Viola Wilson?” All sounds of gossip and chatter are immediately sucked out of the room.  Eyes flick up from coffee and crochet, scrutinizing gazes locking onto me all down the long table. A pang in my chest tells me this was a bad idea, but there’s really no going back now.  “Viola Wilson” I repeat, my voice trembling slightly as I look out towards the group, “who was she?” The room is so silent you could hear a pin drop, and I can feel the stares from every woman boring into my soul, as I shift uncomfortably on the hard plastic chair. The lady sitting in front of me finally speaks, “Viola was… a curious child” “You can say that again” another chimes in, and sly chuckles erupt around the room, garnering sharp looks from the original speaker. “She almost drowned when she was six when she fell into the frozen lake”, a lady with a shrill voice pipes up. “Her brother and some of the local boys were skating on the lake, and little Viola was there, tottering around. Almost six years old and she still hasn't figured out how to walk properly.” She tuts, “Then suddenly, there was a big cracking noise, like something out of a movie, and the ice just began to split! All the boys skated off with ease - of course - but Viola - poor Viola - with her wobbly little legs tripped and fell right in! Oh, the hopeless little thing.”  “She would’ve died right then, if her father hadn’t pulled her out”, a wide-eyed woman with a bob comments, leaning forward across the table. “We would’ve all been better off if he hadn’t, quite frankly” someone smirks. “Beth-an-y! She was a child!” the shrill-voice woman exclaims.

to be continued!

[kinduvehorny]

Intake Exam

This is an RP between @transboydoctor and I that took place some time ago, in story format. We have done some since, and I might keep posting them if people seem to like them.

Contents include: non-consent, medical examination, fingering, speculums, exhibitionism, and objectification.

The straps on the table were thick and tight, bound around the wrists and ankles of the test subject to secure him to the table. The anesthesia had most likely only just worn off, bringing a bare, white room into focus. Strange machines lined the walls and tools lying on metal trays crowded around the boy, glinting in the harsh lighting.

His legs were spread and strapped into the stirrups of a gynecological table, giving the man sitting between his legs full access to his pussy. Bright lights were aimed at where the man worked, gloves fingers slowly sliding across his outer labia, pressing and tugging at his sensitive folds. A camera with a red light recorded over the man's shoulder, catching every detail as the subject's lips spread, the doctor murmuring a measurement or a note every into it every few seconds.

Consciousness slowly came as the room flickered into focus. Shane felt his legs and body strapped tightly agains the bed and it took a full minute before he began to panic. He couldn't even move an inch with these straps and as he tried, he came to the revelation that he was naked and he wasn't alone.

He tried hard to form words but his mouth didn't seem to work. He tried to remember the last thing he was doing but couldn't, just bright lights over his head and voices. He felt someone touching him and was startled into awareness. "W....where am I? What's going on?!?" He tried to sit-up but was stopped by the straps again.

He was soundly ignored as the gloved hands continued their work. Something cold touched his outer lips and it quickly became painful as a pair of forceps was used to pull each one back, leaving his parts spread wide without the need to hold them in place. One finger gently touched his clit, and then pinched it between another. The sensitive nub was exposed to the air, and a quick sting of cold metal ensured that the hood couldn't retract, leaving his clit red and exposed in the cool air.

“Subject is awake, disoriented. Clitoris is red and erect. Proceeding with internal cavity exam."

A cold liquid drizzled over Shane's pussy, a few drops sliding down to the cleft between his cheeks. The doctor pressed his fingers in the lubricant for a moment and swiped them around the man's outer cunt before two fingers slowly but steadily pressed inside.

“What the fuck?!?" Shane shouted partially out of surprise and partially out of pain. He was trying harder now to get out of the restraints and focusing his muscles to pull and strain. He heard the...doctor, he guessed, talking about an internal exam as his clit was exposed to the cold air.

He could practically feel it pulsing as the doctor touched it and pinched it and could feel himself getting wet despite his protests. He felt the lubricant and before he could process what was happening, he felt himself being stretched open and probed deeper by strong fingers, intent on not missing a single spot of his pussy.

The hand not pressing into him reached up and began to rub at his clit slowly, dipping into the boy's juices every once in a while to keep the glove easily sliding over the bundle of nerves. Every subject was confused and angry at first- he'd learned that the best way to calm them was to make them feel good and help them adjust. This was, after all, only an introductory exam.

The doctor spread his fingers as wide as he could, pushing against the boy's walls to test his tightness. There was a noise of curiosity from behind the man's medical mask before the cold steel of a speculum replaced the warm fingers at his pussy. Already lubricated, it slipped inside Shane easily.

Shane felt himself getting wet and starting to take rhythmic breaths, physical signs of arousal even when his mind was shouting at him to focus and get out of this situation. But his mind kept drifting to the sensations, the rough touches, the doctor's eyes behind his mask starring so intently inside of him, he felt his heart pounding, some out of fear, some out of overwhelming pleasure.

He felt the doctors fingers spread and groaned as he felt himself stretch. He knew he was exceptionally tight but everything felt so good, even if it was hurting a bit. Shane wasn't paying attention before he felt cold metal take the place of the fingers and spread him wider and wider.

"Please..." he moaned. He wasn't sure if he wanted to ask for it to stop or keep going, he was so confused and still groggy. “Please, what's going on?"

Finally the man seemed to take pity on him, though he did not look up from his work or slow his finger as it swiped and teased Shane's clit. The sooner he learned to associate pleasure with being spread wide and the snap of latex, the better it would be for him.

"Your intake exam."

When the speculum was seated home, he began to slowly widen it, careful that he didn't go too fast and damage their newest subject. Research material was precious, after all, and they had much planned for this one.

"Cervix is coming into view. Note the healthy pink color. Subject is self-lubricating, slightly more than the average standard. Positive sign."

Shane felt himself sweating now, his chest and face flushed and his muscles tight. He wanted to ask more questions but knew if he did he'd let out sounds that would prove his arousal so he bit his tongue.

He felt the speculum stretching his tight little hole and felt the Doctor rubbing his clit with direct pleasure, they were contradictory overwhelming sensations that made him feel like he was leaking via his pussy.

He listened to the doctor's words as he spoke to no one in particular with a somewhat lazy tone. Like this was a boring task he needed to get out of the way but his eyes showed a spark of interest, was it pleasure in seeing the boy writhe? He wasn't sure. As the Doctor described his cervix Shane swore he would die of embarrassment but when he commented on his wetness he lost control and let out a quiet moan as he clench the speculum with his muscles slightly.

The finger on his clit stilled for a moment at his moan, but underneath the medical mask a smile twisted its way across the man's lips. That was the reaction he'd been looking for, the one he was sure he'd get out of the boy sooner or later. Not one of his subjects had ever managed to last through their first exams without ending up a sweaty, blissed out mess on the table.

With one final tap, he drew his hands away from the boy, keeping the speculum firmly lodged inside of him.

"None of that now," He remarked to Shane casually, his teasing tone suggesting they were friends joking around with each other.

More lube fell between the boy's cheeks, and the doctor snapped on a new pair of gloves before he reached out to begin prodding at the boy's ass, careful not to slip inside just yet.

Shane felt his hips thrust forward as the doctor took his fingers away. He tried so hard to find enough sensation to finish that after a moment, when he took a breath he realized how debasing this was and how embarrassed he felt about his reactions to this kidnapping examination thing.

He shut his eyes for a moment and tried to regain composure as he heard the doctor's words. They infuriated him and made him feel so helpless but something about the Doctor being in such control was also appealing to him.

He felt the lube dripping down and the doctor's fingers probing around his ass and anus as he took another sharp breath. He'd had fairly little sexual experience but he knew that there was nothing like anal penetration for him. He prayed the doctor wouldn't touch him there and discover that about him but his pussy, wide and stretched, continued to leak with anticipation

"Subject responds well to sexual stimulation." The man remarked to the camera over his shoulder. "Beginning anal exam."

Once he was satisfied with how slick Shane was, one gloved finger began to slowly press inside him. It moved shallowly in quick thrusts for a moment before he withdrew his finger to re-coat it in lube. The doctor worked slowly and methodically to pry apart the boy's ass, his unoccupied hand stroking up and down the inside of his leg like the man was soothing a scared animal.

"Extra response to anal stimulation. I believe the subject has had experience with anal penetration before."

Shane bit his lip hard as the doctor's fingers penetrated him and moved in and out ever so slowly. He tried again to thrust his hips with no luck. He felt his anus clenching around the fingers, trying to pull them deeper, his breath coming quickly again and his pussy leaking.

He felt the doctor's hand on his leg, stroking his sensitive skin. He was confused about if the doctor was a friend or an enemy but at the moment all he wanted to focus on was the sensation. His breathing grew more ragged as the Doctor probed.

One finger quickly turned into two and he began to pick up his pace, taking in the boy's reaction with a smile. His other hand moved up from Shane's leg to again pinch and tug at his exposed clit. The doctor had quickly realized there was no need to soothe the boy; this was something he was enjoying despite himself.

There was no way to hide the steady stream of juice that dripped from his stretched hole, or the way that Shane's walls tightened and pulled around his fingers.

"I believe subject is approaching orgasm from his anal exam. Note in his chart that this seems to be an exceptionally sensitive area for him."

The cold, clinical tone of the doctor slipped just slightly.

"Are you going to put on a show for me, boy?"

The combination of the anal penetration and clit pinching and speculum inside him were making it so hard for Shane to concentrate on anything, the doctor's words barely an echo. He tried to force himself to resist but it was going to be impossible, he concluded. The Doctor could literally see and feel every pulse of every muscle and he knew that Shane was going to cum for him sooner or later. 

He was trying to figure out an answer to the doctor's question, it was somewhere between 'fuck you' and 'fuck please' but he was beyond words now as he let out another moan as his chest rapidly filled with air. He was trying to hard to hold back, clenching his muscles, biting his lip and forcing himself to keep his eyes open and not fall back into the waves of pleasure

It was easy to see the twitching of his walls with the speculum stretched wide, and feel Shane's pulse throbbing through his clit with each passing second. There was no doubt that he would cum any second, and yet it seemed as though he'd need a little bit more coaxing.

The doctor pulled his fingers all the way out of the boy's ass for a second, continuing to tease swirl his clit mercilessly. A third finger, thick and unrelenting, worked its way back into Shane alongside the others. He wanted to see his newest subject come undone on the table; wanted to see it on video, savor it for years to come. The boy would never get away now.

He thought for a minute he could hold out and keep from embarrassing himself and giving into the Doctor but he felt him touching around his anus again and wasn't prepared for another finger stretching him, fucking him.

He felt it building and despite his best efforts to force it away he slipped over the edge taking hard breaths and squeezing his hands, still restrained as he thrust his hips forward to force the doctor to press into him and press his clit harder. He moaned loudly and breathed heavy as the orgasm last for what felt like minutes.

He finally felt all of his muscles relax and his head hit the table, out of breath and covered in sweat and his own juices. Feeling humiliated and ashamed but also knowing it was the best orgasm of his life

The doctor continued to fuck him with his fingers until the last of the orgasm went, savoring the tight heat of Shane's ass around him. Slowly he withdrew his hands and began to peel off his gloves, covered in lubricant and the boy's own juices.

"Orgasm achieved. The exam has been concluded. Subject is healthy and meets standards. He can be prepped and cleaned, and moved into a containment space as soon as someone is available to do so. Dr. Cavalia, ending the recording."

He reached around to press the side of the video camera and stood up, stretching his back and popping his neck with an audible sound. Sitting on small stools like that always made him stiff, but it was so, so worth it.

He left the room to begin his paperwork, ignoring anything else Shane might have said, and leaving him lying in a pool of his own juices, still stretched with the speculum and extremely visible to the next person to walk into the room.

[bajablast666]

Am I permanently changed now? Is it in the helix? There’s a part of you I can’t carve out [screamed] Subsumed and absorbed it!

Chewed up and spit out That’s what the church says Is it in the helix? [screamed] Irreparably damaged!

[screamed] Is it in the helix? [screamed] Did it alter my brain [screamed] Is that why I’m fucked up now? [screamed] Can’t be normal or sane? [screamed] Is it in the helix? [screamed] Are the chemicals changed [screamed] Is it in the helix? [screamed] Is it in the—[scream]

[screamed] The DNA!

[bajablast666]

More art and lyrics for my novel 🪓

[bajablast666]

Split-Axe has its share of die-hard fans, some of them even die…🪓💀

There’s something wrong with Robyn Rathburn’s son…

Something sinister and demonic hides in his shadow, has been there since the day he was born. Something Travis’s birth mother summoned, but she didn’t pay the price, died before she could.

But these types of contracts are hereditary, you know. Blood oaths are signed and bound and that

Blood

          Passes

                      Down…

This thing wants energy, it wants rapturous, cult-like adoration and devotion. And Travis has a band—the stage could be its altar.

………………

The first time Hunter watched Travis Rathburn perform in a little bar in Charlotte, North Carolina, he knew that they should make music together. After months worth of touring with separate bands on the same stages, they form a close friendship, and so it honestly seems like fate when they form their own nu metal band, Split-Axe, a year later.

But Travis has this aura around him, it’s something manic and fraught—a nexus of misfortune. There’s something dark brewing in North Carolina and it’s not just Travis caught in its wake, so is everyone around him.

Wanted to post a little teaser for my horror novel that I'm working on set in the 90s-early 00s. Tag is Splitaxe if you're interested in following along. I'll be sharing excerpts and art : ) 

[bajablast666]

Hunter knew Travis, had his appearance memorized. The tiny chip in one of his canines, the white scars on his wrists, the freckle by his eye. The way he bit his nails down to the quick and bounced his knee when he was reading one of his books.

Hunter didn’t remember exactly when he began to suspect that Travis cared about him the same way but it started with little things. Like the way some of Hunter’s vernacular started bleeding into Travis’s vocabulary. Words like “reckon,” or “Hey” instead of “Hi.”

The first time Travis said ‘y’all’ Hunter thought he was making fun of him but then he realized the word was said earnestly, not a mockery but a mirror. That they’d been in each other’s spaces long enough now that they’d started picking things up and reflecting them back.

It wasn’t just Travis either. Hunter had started eating his hash-browns with syrup now too instead of ketchup, and he’d starting buying pepper jack cheese because Travis liked it, grating it into both their omelets on Sunday morning. It had only been a handful of months since Travis had moved in but it felt like a lifetime.