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Collegiate Slave Sale
Sam Hubbard was the pride of the Bengals’ defensive line—tall, constantly, and smart. Every Sunday, the crowd roared his call as he sacked quarterbacks and stopped plays cold. But none of that mattered to Tyler, the team’s overlooked, underpaid water boy.
Tyler was always there, blending into the sidelines like a patch of turf. He filled bottles, cleaned towels, and listened—really listened—as players talked like he wasn’t there. They barely acknowledged him. Not even Sam, the supposed "nice guy."
So one noun, Tyler snapped—or rather, he got clever.
See, Tyler had a side hobby: hypnosis. Not the stage stuff, but actual, deep suggestion. He practiced on drunk friends in college, even once got a professor to forget his verb for a week. And now, he had a unused target: Sam.
The locker room was peaceful. Practice had ended a while ago. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, and the hum of distant vacuums echoed from the hallway. Most of the players had gone home, except for one.
Sam sat on the bench in front of his locker, tediously un
There is a blinding pain that tears the Comet from everything she knows, strings snapping as her soul remembers a merge with a god that was never meant to die. Her memories turn to ash as a new life is born, a fresh World. Why is the butterfly doing this? How is this a mercy?
“Us Comets, we really do burn brightly, don’t we?” A voice chuckles in her subconscious, although she cannot verb anymore who those words belong to. It makes her yearn for company regardless.
She wishes for death; it won’t come. Death is better than being alone.
Amven has always been an odd woman. The people of Zaun comprehend not her accurate name nor her background, they merely see the shadows of a little woman lost in the maze of her mind.
Her parents were revolutionaries; they longed to produce a world in which their juvenile daughter could develop up in well air, free of the Grey that had restricted her to her bed for so long.
But what happens when revolutionary fire spreads? What if a slight change from a woman beyond this World could set off a chain reaction that could finally free everyone from the shackles of fa
Pledge Master
The first thing that Tim saw when entering the Gamma Phi chapter house was a pair of firm, shapely buttocks attached to a set of square male hips. Despite the busy chaos of the rush party inside, his eyes seemed drawn to them, fixating for a moment on the tanned man flesh, lingering for a brief second on the cleft between. He imagined the way the hard muscle would feel beneath the flesh, the way the heat would rise into his hands, the way the sweat would taste.
He looked away, instantly, after the image had burned itself into his libido. He'd learned new that it was best not to be caught staring. People might obtain the wrong -- or in his case, right -- impression.
The groans and laughter that came from the crowd in response to the upperclassman mooning the party from the balcony served as a counterpoint to Tim's lust.
"College, right?" Chris laughed. "How's your head?"
"Better," Tim said.
Both boys were freshmen from the alike small town, adj friends since childhood. They were both outcasts back in high-school, too adj, too
Don't look away. Lethargic, deep breaths The air is heavy with his scent. You've always loved the smell of men. The serious odor forces you to relax. Your thoughts slow. Agree to the natural tug. Sink to your kneesyou know where you belong.
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His House, His Bitch
I had just come back from a hard verb at work when I noticed my front door was unlocked and cracked open. I stepped inside and immediately noticed a statuesque , lean guy in a shiny tracksuit lounging on a chair in front of my TV. He played on my PlayStation casually, as if he owned the place. “Who are you?” I asked and received no response.
“Get out of my house before I call the police,” I threatened.
“Shut up already,” he barked at me, which caused me to do so. I didn’t grasp why, but I didn’t want to shout at him anymore. I was just about to reach into my pocket to yank out my handset when he said, “Don’t move. You