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I wrote this story for Patreon but sadly, it got reported, so I'm posting it here instead!

Ollie attends a Halloween party and ends up getting drugged, jerked off, stripped and left chained up outside!

Ollie had been excited for the Halloween party for weeks! He’d put in extra time at the gym so that his Captain America costume really showed off his muscular body. The Lycra hugged every muscle and curve and he knew he would get laid at least once wearing such a hot costume.

The party was being held at his buddy Brett’s house, and when he arrived, there were pumpkins all over the front lawn, and people milling around in all sorts of costumes. There were some, like him, who’d really made an effort, like a guy he used to play ball with who was wearing an Incredible Hulk costume. And then there were those who clearly made no effort at all, like the guy wearing just a pair of denim shorts and a cowboy hat.

Everyone was immediately focused on Ollie in his Captain America costume. At 6'4, he usually got a lot of attention, but with his muscular frame and his juicy bubble butt packed into his skintight costume, there wasn't a single person that didn't look his way.

What Ollie didn't know was that one of the guys in attendance used to go to the same college, and experienced Ollie's snide remarks and childish pranks. Ollie had always been a typical frat bro during his college years, which meant that he'd picked on more than his fair share of guys.

Paul was one of those guys, and he was dressed in a fairly reserved Gandalf costume, grateful to hide behind his beard and cloak so that the guy who'd made his college years miserable didn't recognise him. As an art major, Paul had never been the most popular guy, but for some reason, Ollie had made it his mission to tease and bully Paul whenever he could, and Paul had held that grudge ever since.

After a few hours, the party was in full swing and there were very few people who weren't drunk, making out with someone or dancing.

Paul was the exception. He'd just finished his second paper cup of Diet Coke and was finally ready to put his long awaited revenge plan into action.

Ollie had just finished doing shots with a group of guys who were all cheering and yelling at their success. Ollie stumbled back from them and headed towards the kitchen to grab another beer.

"You after another beer?" Paul said to Ollie, holding out an opened bottle.

Ollie grinned. "Sweet! I sure was."

Paul watched with suppressed glee as Ollie downed most of the bottle, utterly unaware of the dregs of the drug that had been floating in the liquid.

Paul watched the seconds tick by as Ollie told him about the epic round of shots he'd just done. Within a matter of minutes, he started to slur and then shook his head as if trying to clear it.

"You okay there, bud?" Paul asked in his best bro voice.

"I feel a bit . . . weird," Ollie said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Let me help you outside to get some air," Paul said, grinning behind his fake beard.

At 5'9, it wasn't particularly easy for Paul to help Ollie outside, but he managed it, and with no one noticing them.

The backyard was off limits for the party - partly because it was already cold out, and because the guy hosting didn't want anyone drunkenly drowning in his pool.

Thankfully, Paul had secured the key to the back door early on, and was already locking it behind him so that he and Ollie wouldn't be disturbed.

"How are you feeling?" Paul asked as Ollie leaned against the wall, his pupils blown and his mouth slightly open.

"It's so hot," Ollie said, tugging at his costume.

"No worries. Let me help you out of that costume and then you'll feel a lot cooler."

Paul had been desperate to get Ollie naked since his first year of college, and now he finally had his chance.

"You lean there big guy and I'll get this costume off you."

"Ah thanks man," Ollie slurred.

Paul wasted no time in pulling the headpiece away from Ollie's brown curls before unzipping the back of the costume from Ollie's neck to the top of his butt. A quick peek inside the costume revealed that Ollie was commando, and Paul couldn't hide his smile as he pulled the material off of Ollie's shoulders and down his arms.

The reveal of Ollie's meaty pecs and flat stomach happened too quickly for Paul's liking, but he was almost greedily removing the costume, in the desperate hope that he'd have more time with Ollie naked.

"Nearly there," Paul said as he tugged the costume down to Ollie's knees, freeing his thick cock and muscular thighs.

Paul practically drooled at the sight before him, before manoeuvring Ollie's feet up one at a time so he could remove the rest of the onesie.

Ollie naked was even more impressive than Paul had imagined and he couldn't stop himself from running his hands over Ollie's pecs and tweaking his perfect nipples.

"Mmmm fuck yeah baby," Ollie moaned, his eyes rolled back.

Pete hadn't planned on Ollie reacting in that way, and hadn't intended to do anything sexual to Ollie at all, but maybe he could? Maybe he could play with him a little more.

Pete ran his hands down Ollie's back to his juicy bubble butt, squeezing his cheeks and massaging them, before running a finger between his meaty globes, which elicited a giggle and a moan from Ollie.

By now, Pete had noticed that Ollie's cock was at half mast, and as much as he knew that he shouldn't, he couldn't stop himself.

Pete reached out and wrapped his hand around Ollie's 7 inch dick, which immediately pulsed itself to a full blown erection.

"Oh fuck, that feels good."

Laughing to himself at how well his plan had ended up, Pete started to jerk Ollie's cock, using his free hand to either play with Ollie's balls, tweak and tease his nipples or grope his epic cheeks.

After a few minutes, Pete could feel the damp coating of precum over his hand as he jerked Ollie faster. Ollie's breathing was ragged, his eyes still rolled back as he tried to thrust his hips but couldn't do more than twitch where he leaned back against the wall.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Ollie moaned.

Pete watched in awe as Ollie's balls tightened and then his cock spewed a hot load all over his hand. Pete continued jerking him until Ollie begged him to stop.

With his hand covered in Ollie's cum, Pete couldn't resist tasting it and savoured the salty drop that he licked from his wrist.

"Maybe you should try some," Pete said, pushing one of his fingers into Ollie's mouth.

"That tastes like me," Ollie giggled.

"Yes it does," Pete agreed.

Pete realised that he didn't have much time left, and pushed Ollie's costume into the rucksack under his cloak, after pulling out the couple of items he needed . . . handcuffs and zip ties.

In his drugged state, Ollie was easy to get into position, and once Pete had him leaning forward, his hands cuffed and tied to the window frame, Pete pulled out his paint palette and got to work.

An hour later, Pete stepped back from his handiwork and took as many photos as he could. He then slid his hand between Ollie's spread legs and stroked his cock until he was fully hard again.

"Wait! What's going on?" Ollie asked, the slur gone from his voice.

"Oh, you're about to find out!" Pete said in his ear.

Pete unlocked the back door, flicked the switch for the floodlights and yelled for people to come and check out the back yard.

People immediately started to drunkenly pass each other out of the way to get through the door, and when they did get outside, they were treated to the sight of Ollie, bent over, legs spread, butt naked, with a pumpkin painted over his thick bubble butt, his hard cock bobbing between his legs.

"Now that's my kinda pumpkin," one of the guys yelled.

Pete stayed and watched people taking photos with Ollie's painted butt, watched people stroke his cock and watched some people grope or slap his cheeks. But after a while, he snuck out of the party to go home and jerk off before he exploded. He'd recorded everything he'd done with Ollie, and couldn't wait to rewatch the footage.

But the following day, Pete would be even happier when his former bully was all over social media, with Pete's expert painting on every single post!

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I’ve just posted chapter 3 of my steamy series Wanna Bet on Patreon.

If you want a story where a sexy guy just can’t say no to a dare, this is the one for you.

Jackson loves a dare but when he meets the deliciously gorgeous Kane, he suddenly realises how dangerous it can be for someone to know his secret - will Jackson be able to say no when Kane starts daring him to lose clothes all over the city? Check out the story to find out!

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I am always happy to help and support a fellow writer but I can’t take any credit for how hot and incredible this story is - bravo bud!

Birthday Buzz

I want to give special thanks to @suitedwestend for helping me develop quite a few of the ideas and erotic turns of this story. Thanks for being such a great source of inspiration, and I hope to strip you naked in-person someday! ;)

Here's a short little ENM story for you all, I wanted to do a few side projects before ultimately returning to my main series, and hey, if this does well I may make it a separate ongoing series. I've always wanted to do a CYOA-style series, and I'd like to think this one would fit that roll, but lmk what you all think, and please, enjoy!

Mark

Mark and Adrian were happily married husbands who were both in their early-thirties, Mark was turning 33 today while Adrian was fast approaching 35 in just a few months. Mark was a tall, muscled bear with a bit of facial hair that he kept neatly groomed, had black hair and bright green eyes. His office clothes always clung on to him tightly because of his big, beefy frame yet he kept himself in good shape, especially his glutes as he had a magnificent bubble butt that sometimes earned him a leering stare or two at the office. Adrian however, was a shorter, lean otter with blonde hair and blue eyes. 

They met in their early twenties at a gay bar and have been inseparable ever since, and got married five years ago, but occasionally they’ll ask a third to join them in the bedroom. That’s just the thing about these two, they’re Kinky with a capital K, into all sorts of scenes. A few in particular that the two had been trying out lately were ENM and Control Toys…

You see, big tough Mark had a shameful little secret…he was a total sub, and was often Adrian’s submissive slave, completely under his husband's control. 

Nowadays, Adrian had been ‘forcing’ Mark to strip naked outside, even streak across their neighborhood at night sometimes, and sometimes threatened to shave off thick Mark’s body hair. As embarrassed and humiliated he often felt at being so exposed…it gave him such a hard-on, his uncut cock often swinging at full mast between his legs as he streaked. 

This brings us to the couple’s latest adventure, however, because Adrian had bought his husband a remote control vibrator for his birthday today, and made him try it out right before Mark had to leave for work…He was almost late because of how lost he got in the pleasure of Adrian making him beg to make the toy buzz inside his ass.

Even now, at work, the mere memory of it made Mark feel a slight stirring in his crotch, which made his face flush red and he instinctively bowed his head closer to his desk to keep anyone from seeing his embarrassed, yet aroused state. Mark silently cursed however, as there was one problem with doing just that…the toy was still inside of him.

It was off, of course, but Adrian had ordered Mark to keep it inside him all day at work, and that he had better not cum before getting home in just a few hours now, promising to show his husband just how grateful he’d be if he did as he was told. Mark couldn’t help but feel a shiver down his spine as he remembered how his husband had leaned in close to his ear and whispered “good boy” right as he was heading out the door. Mark had almost got on his knees right there and then to beg for Adrians cock in either his mouth or his ass, but he managed to keep it together, after all, he had a party to attend at work.

His party, in fact, for everyone at the office had put together a small celebration for him during the last half hour of work today, and he knew they’d be devastated if he missed a second of it. Mark worked in a small office department, made up mostly of men except for management who were all on vacation for the next three days. 

Mark just had one hour left now, he’d celebrate with the guys at the office then head straight back home to his husband, his cock began to throb to near full hardness in his tight office pants thinking about worshiping his husband's cock, maybe even stripping naked outside again?

Snap out of it! You're not 25 anymore, act like it! Mark said to himself, shaking off his arousal as best he could and finished up his closing paperwork. 

As soon as he was done, he looked towards the office clock and saw that the party started in just a few minutes, and he smiled as he got up. Mark’s cock had finally deflated, though his pants still felt strangely tight, especially around his famous bubble butt, he merely shrugged it off, however, and he strutted towards the main office, fully confident he had everything under control…but did he?

Adrian

Adrian smiled to himself as he knew the party would be starting any minute now, and he looked away from his watch towards the remote of the toy he had made his husband keep inside him as he left for work this morning. Adrian knew and understood his husband often more than Mark did, and suspected, no he knew that Mark secretly enjoyed it whenever Adrian made him strip outside, or rather made him expose himself publicly. Thus, as he prepared to hit the switch for the remote, Adrian knew that his hubby would get his biggest thrill yet as he attempted to deal with the embarrassment of having a vibrating butt plug make him hard in front of his entire office!

Adrian’s own 6-inch penis began to harden in his pants at his husband's ordeal, and his smile never left his face as he turned on the remote, waited for it to connect to it over WiFi, and once the light turned green he pondered which setting to start at…

The remote had three settings: Low, Medium, and High. Adrian had only used the Medium setting this morning and it made Mark near delirious with how good it felt inside him…so he thought why not start small? his fingers didn’t hesitate to hit the Low setting button, and eagerly awaited his husbands return with the results.

Mark

Mark had been chatting with his office buddies, Jake and Bobby, when he nearly lurched over as he felt a familiar buzz coming from…

Oh no.

The buzzing didn’t stop either, it started as a low hum that was now rising to a sensual buzz, and it took everything Mark had to not moan as he felt his hole contract around the plug. His face began to redden and blood was flowing elsewhere too and Mark panicked as he could feel his cock hardening quickly.

“Hey Mark, everything okay?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, you were talking about you and Adrian possibly adopting kids in a few years, then suddenly you looked like you just saw your parents having sex or something” Bobby said.

Jake and Bobby were around the same age as Mark, and had known them since his freshman year in college, entering this office together, they were his best buds. As far as Mark knew, Jake was straight, but Bobby he knew was bi, they had a brief altercation in senior year when they were both drunk, and Bobby had sucked Mark’s cock, and Mark had even fucked Bobby. Neither of them spoke of that night again, yet Bobby still desired Mark from time to time, but kept it to himself because he knew Mark was married. If only he knew the opportunities before him…

“Oh…ummm. Yes! Yes i'm fine, I’m perfectly fine” Mark said, fumbling over his words as he used his hands to steady himself between two cubicles, as the buzzing from the toy continued to torment and pleasure him. He shifted his hips to try and hide his now raging hard-on, which was stretching his already tight pants to the limit. Mark should have asked his husband for some new office pants, but he liked how the tight clothing showed off his bubble butt…

He was certainly paying for it now, Mark thought to himself as his friends shared a concerned glance between each other.

“Are you sure you're okay man? I’ve never seen you like this before, if you're not feeling well we can take you home, so come on, just tell us what’s wrong” Bobby said. Mark’s friend was an average man who often went to the gym with his buddies, and was a tad darker with a caramel skin tone than the others yet had a defined physique, and was uncut just like Mark was. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, which were currently furrowed underneath his brow as he started worriedly at his friend.

“Guys, I’m telling you, I’m fine, okay?” Mark said, managing a steady, confident tone with a hint of finality to it that seemed to satisfy them…for now.

Meanwhile, Mark glanced at the clock and he still had another 15 minutes before he could leave, he downed the rest of his drink in one gulp and tried to compose himself as best he could. He could almost curse his husband for turning on the plug while Mark was at work, but…he couldn’t deny the pleasure and thrill he was getting from it. He was being toyed with like this, at his husband’s mercy…and no one had a clue, it made his dick throb even more and he stifled a groan as the pants were becoming unbearably tight.

He continued to chat with his friends and mingled with a few of the other guys from the office, they even brought out a small cake that they had bought for him, the plug was buzzing inside Mark the entire time they were singing the “Happy Birthday” song, and when he blew out the candles. He told no one what his wish was. (You’ll find out later ;)  ).

Once they had finished eating their slices of cake, with only 10 minutes left, things were about to get much worse for poor Mark, as Adrian back home decided it was time to kick things up a notch, and hit the Medium Setting button on the remote.

Just then, Mark felt the plug inside his ass go from a low buzz to something that made him cry out with a loud “Ohhhhh” and he covered his mouth to try and stop himself but it was too late, he exchanged glances with both Jake and Bobby who were staring at him with abject confusion now.

Mark couldn’t find the words, he wanted to fall to his knees, strip off his tight pants, and make himself cum despite the presence of his best friends, the thought of it turned him on a little in fact..he cast his head down in absolute shame as he felt so utterly humiliated that he was being reduced to a wobbling, moaning mess all because of a little toy.

“Mark, seriously, you’ve been acting strange tonight, I’m starting to think you’re not telling us something, I know that look in your eyes, you’ve always been such a bad liar, so come on, spill it” Bobby said in a firm tone, and he said it so confidently that it turned Mark on a little as it reminded him of the way his husband often got him to spill whatever was bothering him.

As Mark tried to open his mouth and answer with a simple need to go to the bathroom, Adrian suddenly switched the plug up to its highest setting, while Mark had been attempting to pull out his phone and text his husband, to beg him to stop. The sudden jolt he felt as the toy's vibration tripled in intensity made Mark whimper and his cock was harder than it had ever been, as he dropped his phone, which slid between his legs and landed just a few feet behind him.

Jake and Bobby stared in disbelief at the display, and as Mark turned around and began to bend over to reach his phone, bending his knees slightly so his tall frame could reach the floor. Mark bit his lip to keep himself from constantly moaning, and swore he could hear the plug vibrating in his ass now. He was so distracted by the plug and his phone that he momentarily forgot how tight his pants were, and didn’t realize until it was too late that the fabric was giving way, it was too much, and he didn’t hear the little rips and tears right at the seat of his pants. As soon as he fully bent himself over Mark’s face went white as he heard and felt a resounding:

RIIIIIIIIIPPPPP

The back seat of his pants ripped open, and felt the open air of the office on his bare ass as he had poorly chosen to wear his bright pink jockstrap. Mark was momentarily frozen until he realized that Jake and Bobby were getting a full view of his accidental exposure.  What was worse was that his jockstrap pouch was soft and silky, which made his dick feel that much more sensitive as it hardened in his pants. Once it was fully hard, however, his cock had practically pushed the material away, which made him feel like he was practically commando.

Thus, he felt the cold office air hitting his balls dangling between his legs, his cock too was swinging proudly which only heightened Mark’s humiliation.

As soon as he shook off his initial shock, Mark covered up his exposed bubble butt with one hand and stood right back up, his phone in hand, and slowly turned around. His face was crimson red as he faced his friends, who were staring at him with their mouths hanging open in complete shock, thought it seemed Jake found it a little amusing as he had a slight smirk on his face, but Bobby had a look of something else in his eyes, something Mark didn’t notice as he was too preoccupied with everything going on all at once, it was too much, he was so aroused…he needed to cum.

“I ummm…I need to go” Mark said before quickly running off towards the office bathrooms, and he didn’t even notice that there was only 1 minute left on the clock.

Mark ran, his hand still covering his exposed ass, and quickly reached the men's bathrooms and threw himself into the nearest open stall and locked himself in. Mark had never felt more embarrassed in his life, and he whipped out his phone to text his husband what had happened…

*Wow, you ripped your pants? Better take em off then*

Mark stared at the words Adrian had texted back for a few seconds before processing them fully. The plug was still vibrating but it went back down to Medium setting after Adrian had seen his text. 

*Are you insane?!* Mark replied.

*Well, the way I see it, you can either walk out with a hole in your pants, or you can be a good boy and take them off…now* Adrian said.

Mark didn’t think it was a good idea, but…they were ripped. He pondered what to do as Bobby quietly entered the bathroom…He was intrigued as he had seen quite clearly what Mark had inside him when his pants had ripped, and had guessed that that was probably why he had been acting so strange, and he was eager to try and see more, so he made up an excuse to Jake that he was going to check on Mark while the others cleaned up and left. Bobby quietly crept up towards the stall, taking out his phone and setting his camera up to film in the crack between the stall door. He wanted to save this as potential jerk-off material for later…his dick hardened as he saw Mark inside, his heart thundered in his chest as his friend’s hands fumbled towards his belt.

Mark was too distracted to notice Bobby secretly filming him, the toy was still driving him crazy and he bit his lip again to try and suppress his moans even as his knees felt weak and his cock was eager for release. Mark continued to remove his pants, his hands unbuttoning the top and slowly lowering the zipper…he hesitated for a brief moment before he let them fall and pool around his legs, exposing his jockstrap, and Bobby had to cover his mouth as he finally saw Mark’s exposed cock and balls, not to mention his delicious looking bubble butt…

Mark pulled down his underwear too, slowly pulling his feet out from between them which officially left him half-naked…he wanted so badly to cum but he had to obey his husband…didn’t he? 

Maybe he could just stroke himself a little, relieve some of the pressure, no harm in that, right? God the toy felt so good inside him, he NEEDED this. He positively whimpered and moaned as he slowly wrapped a hand around his thick, pulsing shaft and started to slowly stroke himself. Bobby watched intently, his phone recording everything and his dick was fully hard in his pants as he watched his best friend jerk off.

Suddenly, Bobby looked down at Mark’s discarded clothes, and a wicked idea popped into his head, and he smirked as he reached underneath the stall and grabbed Mark’s ripped pants, jockstrap, even his shoes and socks. Mark didn’t seem to notice, his eyes were closed as he became lost in the pleasure, he was already getting close, he needed to stop.

But he couldn’t, it felt too good, he needed to cum, and he needed to cum now, all thoughts of Adrian’s command were muffled between his desperate need for release and his sheer state of arousal from tonight's events. Luckily for Mark, Bobby decided the time was now as he stopped recording and loudly cleared his throat as he leaned against the bathroom stall door.

“Wow, sounds like a real party in there” Bobby said, smirking to himself as he had hidden Mark’s clothes in the bathroom supply closet.

Mark quickly snapped out of his jerk-off session and covered his crotch with his hands. “B-bobby? What are you doing in here...wait…where are my clothes?!” Bobby said, his voice both full of fear and anger as he knew Bobby had taken them, he felt so embarrassed at how he had failed to notice any of it.

“Oh, don’t worry about them, I hid them somewhere safe, I just thought that considering everything that happened…maybe you’d like to celebrate today by going out in your birthday suit” Bobby said.

“What?! No way Bobby, come on, stop kidding around and just give me my clothes back…please?” Mark said.

“Hmmm, no, I think I prefer you this way, I’m sure Adrian would agree that that thick butt of yours is too magnificent to keep confined in those poor, tight dress pants. I also think you’d enjoy going home fully nude, so you better strip off the shirt and tie soon, before the cleaning guys show up” Bobby said, tauntingly.

Mark was dumbfounded at this turn of events, he could either refuse and he’d be stuck here with a butt plug still going off in his ass, or he could strip fully naked and get out of here now…what kind of choice was that??? Mark thought to himself, but his hands seemed to have a will of their own, as after a moment's hesitation they reached up towards his tie, loosening the knot and unbuttoning the top buttons of his long sleeve dress shirt. Deep down he knew he had no choice…he had to get out of here, he had to get home.

Mark did his best to resist how good the plug felt inside him, and how badly he still wanted to cum, he focused singularly on giving Bobby what he wanted, and he handed over his tie as he began to strip off his shirt, exposing his furry, muscled chest and he refused to meet Bobby’s eyes as he handed over his last item of clothing, leaving him fully naked. His face bled a deep, beet red as Bobby opened the door and whistled as he gazed at his friend butt naked.

“Better get going, and don’t worry, everyone else has left” Bobby said, standing off to the side to let Mark leave.

Mark practically bolted out, his phone and wallet in hand, yet as he sped by, Bobby was quick enough to quickly grab a chunk of his right ass cheek and squeeze, which made Mark yelp but also whimpered a little as his dick twitched at the contact. 

“Have a nice drive home, birthday boy” Bobby said, winking at Mark resumed his exit from the bathroom.

Bobby was true to his word, everyone else left, yet Mark still covered his crotch as he sped out of the office towards the parking lot, and sighed in relief as he checked that he also still had his keys. He stood out in the cold, open night air fully in the nude, and he couldn’t deny how good it felt to be running around completely naked. As for the plug, it seemed Adrian had had his fun, as it either died or turned off as soon as Mark hopped into his car.

Adrian was waiting on the couch when Mark finally returned home, he heard the jangle of his husband's keys and he smiled as he turned his head to welcome his husband home, and was greeted with the sight of his husband without any clothes on.

“Whoa! I told you to take off your pants, not all your clothes…what happened to you?” Adrian said, intrigued, amused, and even a little turned on.

Mark took a deep breath as he moved to join his husband on the couch, the plug still inside his hole, and as he wrapped an arm around Adrian’s shoulder he finally exhaled and said: “It’s a long story.”

The End.

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So this is a little teaser story for a very fun collaboration that I'll be doing with the incredibly sexy @breezy-briefs . Please give him a follow and check out his cheeky content.

If Taylor had known how that Wednesday was going to go, he may have made some different choices, but it was way too late for that.

Despite having an incredible body and being ridiculously handsome, Taylor was completely unaware of how he looked. It didn't help that he was socially awkward and preferred to keep to himself, so a lot of people took his dismissal, and his inability to understand why everyone wanted to date him, as rude.

For the most part, Taylor got away with his behaviour; people thought he was a little shy and reserved, but they left him to it - except for his study group in his Psych class.

The study group had been tasked with a group project that had a short deadline, and required all five of them to work together.

Unfortunately, Taylor didn't really like working with other people, and preferred to work on his own.

After one week, Taylor had done the majority of the work solo and had completely ignored the rest of his group. Whenever they reached out, offered ideas, or insisted they work together, he ignored them, and they'd had enough.

Everyone knew that Taylor was quite shy about his body, despite how incredible it was. He refused to use the showers unless it was the middle of the night, he never changed at the gym, and he resolutely refused any offer of sex.

After Taylor completely ignored the feedback from his study group and presented the initial work to their professor, they decided to get revenge.

Taylor was a creature of habit and always sat in the same seat on the aisle in the lecture hall, so it was easy to put their plan into action.

That morning, Taylor dressed quickly and headed for the lecture hall. He was feeling a little overwhelmed with the amount of work he had to do, and was utterly distracted reading his chemistry textbook when he entered the room and took his usual seat. So distracted that he didn't even notice that the seat was a little damp.

Throughout the lecture, Taylor diligently typed up his notes on his iPad and was oblivious to the whispers and giggles from his study group who were sat behind him.

"Do you think he'll even notice when he tries to stand up?" one of them said.

"No chance, he's in his own little world."

"I dunno. That was industrial solvent. I reckon he'll notice."

They all started giggling again, as the lecture was brought to a close and everyone jumped up from their desks . . . all except Taylor.

He was confused at first when he went to stand up and couldn't, but he quickly realised that something had happened. When he tried to feel underneath him, he couldn't get his fingers between his black jeans and the seat.

Taylor's cheeks heated when he had the sudden thought that someone was playing a prank on him.

With gritted teeth, he tensed himself against the desk, and pushed up as hard as he could.

There was a loud RRRRRIIIIPPPPPPPP as the back of his jeans stayed stuck to the chair. Taylor's hands flew to his bubble butt to feel for damage, and he blushed even more when he remembered that he was wearing an old pair of skimpy blue boxer briefs that barely covered his butt.

"Oh god no," he whispered, as his fingers brushed against the soft material of his undies, not to mention the firm skin of his cheeks.

"Nice butt, Taylor," one of his study group yelled before dissolving into laughter with the others.

"Check out that ass! Damn, someone's packing!"

It was at that moment that Taylor realised that he had an audience. As he looked around, all of his peers seemed to be laughing and pointing at him, and he was so red that his face resembled a tomato.

"I have to get out of here," he said to himself.

As he bent over to grab his bag, there was loud cheering and wolf-whistling, which he tried to ignore as he ran down the stairs to the door. But, as he passed one of the guys from his study group, they reached out and grabbed the back of his boxer briefs and gave a hard yank.

Taylor whimpered as the boxer briefs were pulled even deeper into his crack before there was another loud rip followed by a cool breeze over his bare ass.

"No!" Taylor yelled, running from the lecture hall.

Everyone laughed hysterically at the sight before Taylor's boxer briefs were tossed around, before being thrown on top of the light fixture where they hung for the rest of the semester, a constant reminder to Taylor of the day that everyone saw his butt!

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This is perfection 🤤🤤🤤

Business Guy Humbled

Confident business bro gets humbled when his clothes disappear in the middle of an important presentation.

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GYOB Stepdad Style - Submission (a new Clay and Karl story!)

It's been a while since I've shared a full story on my Tumblr, but I wanted you guys to see the first part of a new Clay and Karl story that launched on my Patreon last year.

In this new instalment, Karl has a flashback to Clay's most humiliating prank of all time!

Read on for part one and details at the end if you want to read more!

Clay

It had been a couple of days since the Halloween party, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. I wasn’t sure if I was more stunned by Lewis’ completely out of character behaviour or the ridiculously intense orgasm that I couldn’t stop trying to recreate. 

In the last two days, I’d put the leather pants on multiple times and jerked off inside them. They were painted with my cum. But it didn’t matter how many times I jerked off; I couldn’t get close to the intensity of that orgasm in front of everyone. 

The feeling of the leather ripping, the sweltering heat and sweat, the laughter, and my throbbing cock exploding handsfree inside my skin-tight pants. 

I wanted that high again more than most crack addicts! 

I’d been stunned to see the text from Lewis when I’d gotten home. 

I’m sure you have questions after tonight. I do too. We should probably grab a drink. I hope you make it home without putting another load in those leathers. See you soon. L

Sure, Lewis had never been massively into girls, but he’d never shown any interest in guys either. I knew Karl was bi and we’d always been really accepting about whoever he wanted to date or fool around with, so I couldn’t believe that Lewis wouldn’t have felt comfortable enough to tell us if he was gay. 

But sexuality aside, it was the way he’d touched me that confused me most of all. It had been dominant, and controlling, and as much as I hated to admit it, it had contributed to that orgasm. 

I had no idea how I even started to understand that sort of mind fuck! 

I’d responded to Lewis the following morning and said that we needed to have that drink as soon as possible, but so far, he’d ignored me. 

Karl

Something weird was going on, and I couldn’t understand it in the slightest. 

The Halloween party had been wild! 

Clay pulling the prank on me had been humiliating, but it had worked out well for me in the end, and I had a date scheduled that Friday to prove it. 

But Clay’s humiliation was something else entirely.

Sure, I’d loved getting my own back on Clay at the golf course, and at the beach, but this felt different. It hadn’t been my plan, or even a joint plan with Lewis and Jared. 

This was all Lewis, right down to the smallest calculated detail, and boy was there a lot of detail. 

The day after the Halloween party, Lewis had been nowhere to be seen, which gave me the chance to have a chat with Jared. He didn’t seem anywhere near as surprised by the whole thing as I was, but he agreed that Lewis was acting weird, and that we should probably have a chat with him. 

On Monday evening, we’d ordered pizzas and got some beers, and the three of us were sat around chatting perfectly normally. Part of me wanted to forget the Halloween party, and pretend everything was cool, but I needed to understand what the hell was going on with Lewis. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t me that brought it up. 

“So, what happened with you on Halloween?” Jared asked as he grabbed another slice of pizza. 

I looked expectantly at Lewis, who just shrugged. “I guess I got a bit carried away. I really wanted us to prank Clay again, and I took it too far.” 

I laughed. “Yeah, just a bit! Are you gonna apologise to him?” 

Lewis had a momentary look of smug satisfaction, but it was quickly replaced by a sad look. “Yeah, of course. I’ll pop round and see him tomorrow. Maybe I can see if he’s free for lunch.” 

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks Lewis. I’d appreciate that.” 

“No worries, and I’m sorry I took things too far. I guess I got too caught up in the whole prank war.” 

Jared nodded. “Well, it’s done now. But maybe we should agree to let it go with Clay now?” 

“I agree,” I said after a swig of beer. “Clay seems to react badly to this prank stuff, and I really don’t wanna ruin my relationship with him.” 

Lewis was quiet, but slowly nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’ll visit him tomorrow and we can leave it alone. We don’t want to go too far like he did with you at college.” 

Lewis turned to look at me and I frowned. 

‘Don’t you remember?” he asked. “In our senior year when we were home for spring break.”

Jared punched Lewis in the arm. “Shut up, dude!” 

I knew exactly what prank Lewis was referring to, and he knew full well that we’d agreed never to discuss it again . . .

 Rather than going to Daytona or some wild party event for Spring Break, Jared, Lewis, and I had decided to do a week of family trips before all getting together with our dads. Or in my case, stepdad!

My family trip had been a little frustrating to say the least. I’d gone away with my mom and my aunt, and thanks to a hotel screwup, the three of us had had to share a room. 

I was twenty years old and always horny, and I’d had an entire week of not being able to jerk off. To make matters worse, my girlfriend at the time had gone out of her way to send me the horniest messages and photos on a daily basis. 

By the time I got back from the trip, I was desperate to jerk off, but Lewis, Jared and their dads, and a few of Clay’s buddies, were already at my house with Clay. My mom and aunt had dropped me off before heading off to visit my grandparents. 

As great as it was to see Clay and the guys, I was so desperate for some alone time that I contemplated faking being sick. 

“You okay, kiddo?” Clay said after giving me a massive bear hug. 

“Just tired after the trip. I think I’m gonna go change.” 

“Excellent idea,” Clay said with a smile. “You go change and get your game face on, and I’ll sort this lot out.” 

With a sigh of relief, I waved at Jared and Lewis before bounding up the stairs and racing to my bedroom, locking the door behind me. 

Meanwhile, downstairs, Clay had quickly gathered Lewis, Jared, their dads, and his buddies in the den, in front of his fancy new 70-inch TV. From what I’d been told afterwards by Jared and Lewis, he’d been practically giddy as he’d turned on the TV and held up his phone. 

“Okay, so it wouldn’t be a proper welcome home for Karl without a little prank, and you guys are gonna love this. He’s gone up to change, and he’s going to open his closet and find that all of his clothes have been replaced with princess dresses. This is going to be hysterical.” 

“How is that funny? We won’t even see his reaction,’ Lewis said with a frown. 

Clay tapped away at his phone and then the TV screen lit up with the webcam feed from the computer in my room. “I rigged Karl’s webcam so we can see his reaction live. You guys are in for the best laugh. He will be so pissed.” 

Clay had been chuckling as he shared his silly prank, but he had no idea how much it would backfire. 

As they all watched me lock my bedroom door behind me, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the floor. 

There was only one thing on my mind and that was jerking off. Just removing my shirt and feeling it brush over my nipples had my cock at half mast, and I planned on wasting no time in getting myself off. 

Without a second thought, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and flicked through to the various photos and videos that my girlfriend had sent me over the last week. My cock throbbed to a full erection inside my bikini briefs, and not wanting to wait any longer, I unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop to my ankles. 

Downstairs, Clay, and the guys all gasped at the sight of my throbbing cock tenting my skimpy bikini brief. Apparently, Clay had immediately tried to disconnect his phone from the TV, but the connection was stuck, and he couldn’t do anything on his phone at all. 

Blissfully unaware of the show I was about to give, I yanked my briefs down, my cock coming free and slapping against my stomach with a meaty thwack. 

“Ah fuck,” I moaned as I wrapped my hand around my dick and started to pump it as fast as I could. 

I didn’t care about taking my time or enjoying a good wank, I just wanted to cum. My balls felt huge and almost sore from a whole week of abstinence, and I needed release. 

Clay tried to reset his phone as the rest of the guys cheered and laughed at me on the big screen as I stroked my big dick at sonic speed. 

As I flipped through the photos and videos from my girlfriend, I could feel my balls starting to tighten. I tossed my phone on to the bed and tugged on my balls with one hand, whilst I stroked my cock with the other. 

“Fuck yeah, I’m so close, come on,” I hissed through clench teeth. 

My hand was a blur on my cock as I got closer and closer to orgasm. It felt so fucking amazing that I didn’t want it to end, but I was so desperate for release. 

Clay had switched to trying to turn off the TV, but he couldn’t find the remote. I wasn’t sure I believed that, but when he realised how close I was, he ran for the stairs to stop me. 

I heard him yell my name, but I was too far gone, and I cried out as the first rope of cum flew out of my cock and splattered on the carpet. 

I heard cheering downstairs as I shot my load all over my stomach and the floor. My breath was ragged as I milked out every last drop, my knees shaking and a sheen of sweat on my forehead. 

Clay banged on my door and told me to get dressed and come out, but I was in the best post orgasm haze of my life, so I took my time using my t-shirt and jeans to wipe the cum off of my body. 

By the time I went to put clean clothes on and discovered the princess dresses, I felt a sudden knot in my stomach. 

I knew Clay. There was no way he’d plan a prank like that without being able to see my reaction. I pulled on my bikini briefs and threw open my bedroom door. 

Clay was stood there looking utterly mortified. “Karl, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d . . .” 

“Didn’t think I’d what?” 

The guys downstairs were still laughing and cheering, and I pushed past Clay, grabbed my robe from the bathroom and tugged it on as I headed downstairs. 

As I walked into the den, all of the guys raised their beer cans and cheered, but all I could see was the screen, and the view of my bedroom, Clay standing in the door looking dejected. 

My cheeks heated as I realised that they’d all just watched me jerk off in my bedroom. My stepdad, my best mates, their dads, and a group of my stepdad’s buddies had all just watched me shoot my load. 

Fuck!

I’d refused to come out of my room for the rest of the night, and it had been days before I’d forgiven Clay enough to even speak to him. 

We all agreed that we’d never discuss the incident again, and Clay had been banned from ever trying to prank me with a webcam. 

My cheeks heated as I remembered the incident that no one had spoken about since. That was until Lewis had brought it up now. What was with him? 

Clay

As I was getting ready for work on Tuesday morning, I finally got a response from Lewis: 

I’ll come and meet you for lunch today. You’re right, we probably need to talk, and I definitely need to apologise. Does 1pm work?

Part 2 is available now, with Part 3 out this month, on my Patreon which can be found here:

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I'm very excited to share the colouring page that the incredible Paul Richmond @cheesecakeboys has created to accompany a story I wrote last year.

You can download the colouring page and read the story on Paul's new Discord server, or both are available on my Patreon.

Hey y’all! Brand new freebie coloring pic for you today based on a wonderful Cheesecake Boy short story by @suitedwestend. Read the story and download the coloring pic on our new Cheesecake Boys Discord server or at cheesecakeboys.com. Now go COLOR YOUR PANTS OFF!

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Ski Bum

As an Aspen local, Chester loathed the hours he spent giving ski lessons to the progeny of America's rich and famous. These spoiled brats were airdropped in on private jets by the dozen from New York or LA and wrought havoc on the slopes each winter. But helping them perfect their form earned him a pretty penny and free season lift pass so it was worth it.

Chester saw rather quickly that no matter how much these rich kids claimed they wanted to improve they weren't used to taking constructive criticism. Chester learned that lesson in a humiliating fashion when Walter, the 20 year old son of an oil magnate, joined him for a private lesson.

Despite a decade and half of winters spent skiing, Walter never managed to conquer anything but the bunny slopes. He was more keen to spend his time reading by the fire in the lodge or ogling the snow boarders in the sauna.

To Chester it was no wonder why Walter's skiing prowess plateaued before he even finished elementary school, Walter was convinced he knew everything.

"Your stance is all wrong dude, there's no way this is how you learned to ski!" Chester said a bit amused.

"It most certainly is not, and you'll call me Walter or Sir, not dude, I'm not one of your townie friends."

Prick, Chester thought, plastering a smile on his face.

Walter, not remotely remorseful, began absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

"Is there somewhere you'd rather be? Cause if you don't want to do this lesson there's no point in either of us freezing our asses off."

"You seriously ought to rethink your language if you wish to continue working at a resort with high-end clientele. And if you must know all of my friends from University are in St. Barth's. But of course daddy forced us to go to this dreadful mountain hideaway."

"Well if you're such a competent skier and you don't need the lesson you'll have no problem getting your phone back from me.”

With that, Chester lunged for Walter's phone and stuffed in his pocket. In a flash he was off down the slopes. Shakily Walter gave chase.

"Get back here this instant!" Walter yelled.

"You'll have to catch me,” Chester taunted in a singsong voice as he whipped around to face his pursuer before turning around and speeding off.

Propelled by rage rather than any athletic prowess, Walter sped after Chester in a haphazard manner. As he neared the instructor, far faster than Chester could have predicted, Chester began to bob and weave as to avoid Walter's grasp. This only made Walter's attacks more erratic.

In one fell swoop, Walter reached to grab his phone from Chester's back pocket. The sped with which he was hurling down the mountain put an undue amount of force behind his grasp. While Walter was able to secure his phone, he sent Chester flying out of his skis and his pants and long johns tumbling down.

With a thud Chester fell face down ass up in a heap of snow, his pale cheeks looking almost sun-kissed compared to the alabaster snow. Walter gasped and then let out a hearty laugh. Chester shot up and spat snow out of his mouth.

"It's not funny!" Chester pleaded, over his shoulder.

"Oh it certainly is, and this serves you right for taking what's mine!"

Chester struggled to right himself and his he slipped on the packed snow. Bent over with his bare ass facing Walter he tried to pull up his pants when he heard the clicking of sound effect of a phone camera.

"Did you just take a picture of my ass?"

"Language, Chester! And my friends just sent a beautiful picture of the moon over the ocean, figured I'd respond with my own picture of the moon over the mountain. Anywho, thanks for this lesson... it was so very revealing. Ta Ta!"

With that, no less shaky than before, Walter traveled down the mountain alone. Leaving Chester to get laughed by a group of snow boarders before he came to his senses and pulled up his pants.

...

Back at the lodge, Chester was certain that everyone was staring at him as he headed to the locker room. It was clear that word of his embarrassing mishap, and maybe even the picture, traveled fast down the mountain.

In the locker room, guys were in all different states of undress, but the way they all laughed and whispered to one another when Chester walked past made him feel the most naked.

As he sat at a bench in front of his locker and removed his boots, Walter rounded the corner in a white terrycloth robe. He was at a locker just two doors down from Chester. He gave Chester a wicked smile and opened up his locker.

Chester noticed his expensive skin tight ski suits hung up neatly in the locker. Walter made quick work of shucking his robe and donning a crisp white pair of briefs, chinos and a knit sweater. He didn't bother to lock his locker before he once again flashed Chester that devilish grin and exited the locker room.

Still seething from his earlier embarrassment, access to Walter's locker was something Chester couldn't pass up. Working quickly, Chester grabbed a multi-tool from his work bag and deftly weakened the rear seam on all of Walter's ski suits. With any luck Walter would be splitting his pants right down the ass the next time he hit the slopes.

...

The next morning as Chester was getting a few runs in with his coworkers he noticed Walter and a friend walking toward the ski lifts in matching skin tight jumpsuits.

"Isn't that the asshole that pantsed you yesterday?" Chester's buddy Rich asked while laughing.

"Yes, and with any luck he'll be flashing his asshole anytime now."

Chester filled in his friends on the plan and they were more than happy to let Walter and his friend grab the next lift in hopes of witnessing Chester's plan in action.

As the arrogant douchebag leaned back to sit on the lift, Walter's suit burst open flashing his ass and his black thong. Of course his suit was too tight for his briefs and he wouldn’t be caught doing anything as uncouth as freeballing. His own pompous rules compounded his embarrassment.

Within an instant, his friend was laughing, the lift operator was laughing, and Chester and his friends were in hysterics.

Walter shrieked as the lift scooped him up parading his ripped suit over the mountain top like a Thanksgiving balloon.

"No don't look at me!" Walter plead which only drew more eyes to his unfortuante wardrobe malfunction.

"Hey Walter, you were right! The moon over the mountains is gorgeous." Chester yelled.

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One of the many benefits that my higher tiers get on Patreon is access to a weekly photo story. Each week, I post a photo with a short story to go with it.

This week, we had a sexy kilted guy battling a breeze!

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One of my fave writers has just posted something new! Give him some love and check out his stories on Kindle 😁

Exposed at the Gym

After my embarrassing debacle at the airport, I was both terrified and exhilarated to tell my online group about my day. The dare to wear revealing shorts at the airport, commando of course, had led to a TSA agent grabbing my cock through thin nylon, a young guy potentially taking photos of my junk from up my shorts, and who knows how many people seeing my painfully-tented erection when I had accidently fallen asleep on the plane.

I had expected it to be an embarrassing and uncomfortable day but I certainly had not expected it to get that extreme. For many people that should have been a lesson learned; to not accept those sorts of crazy dares from an online group of men you’d never meet. For many people, that level of humiliation I had felt would be the wake up call. But I was Icarus, it seemed.

The cab ride to my hotel could have been eventful as I sat there in his back seat with the same tented boner the whole way, but the man had no real opportunity or need to look back at my lap. I should have ordered a group ride, I thought stupidly to myself. Who knows what may have happened had I shared the backseat with a random passenger.

Keep reading

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My final October themed story has just been posted, and to celebrate Halloween, this one is all about a sexy scarecrow getting stripped in a bar! Click the link to read it now!

And if you fancy a teaser, read on:

Halloween was supposed to be about costumes, candy, and scary stuff. I had no issue with that. I loved Halloween. It was always a fun day.

But this year, I was struggling to cope!

One of the guys at work had decided to dress in a creepy as hell scarecrow costume and I was literally terrified. Scarecrows had always creeped me out and this guy was taking it to the extreme. He was constantly jumping out at people in the office all day and when we’d gone for drinks after work, he’d somehow managed to jump out from an alley and made me scream like a little girl.

It felt like everywhere I went, he was there waiting for me, ready to jump out in that scary as fuck mask.

By 9pm, there were only six of us left from the office, the drinks were in full flow, and the scarecrow seemed to have mercifully disappeared.

I’d just downed another beer when I realised, I couldn’t hold off visiting the restroom for another second.

“Just going to the restroom,” I yelled to one of my colleagues as I put down my beer bottle and pushed my way through the crowd to the corridor that led to the bathrooms.

I pushed open the door to the men’s room, and then it happened.

Turning towards the urinals, he jumped right at me. That terrifying scarecrow mask, his burlap gloved hands going for my throat. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I jumped back and smashed my elbow into the wall.

I clenched my legs tightly to stop myself peeing there and then!

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled at him. “Get the fuck out!”

He laughed behind the mask as he pushed past me and headed back into the bar.

My breathing was ragged, and my bladder felt like it was ready to burst. Shaking, I staggered over to a urinal and relieved myself.

Part of me was still scared out of my wits, but the alcohol was fuelling something else! I was pissed! Who the fuck did that guy think he was? I’d made it quite clear on multiple occasions that day that I didn’t like him jumping out at me, but he’d continually done it despite my protests. What a dick! He needed to be taught a lesson.

In fact, that sounded like a great idea!

He’d be far less terrifying once he’d had that mask stripped away.

Or maybe, he needed to lose his entire costume.

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To celebrate all things October, from Halloween to Kinktober, I'm giving all of my patrons on Patreon an extra story a week. Each story is focused around an October theme, from costume mishaps to kinky fetishes.

There's also an opportunity for patrons to share their favourite hunks in costumes photos and I'll write some one-off photo stories!

If you want to get involved, sign-up using the link above, and if you want to know what sort of content I'll be sharing, you can find a teaser for last week's story below:

Matty Whitton wasn’t sure he could be bothered to get out of bed all weekend, let alone go to the Halloween party with some of his old college buddies. Ever since he’d left college and started working, Matty had spent those two years enjoying just three things: sleep, gaming, and food! He knew he needed to make more of an effort with his buddies, but work drained him, and he was much happier just slobbing around his house on the weekend.

However, he’d promised the guys that he would go to this Halloween party, and it wasn’t like it would take much effort. The party was at a house a few blocks from his, and he had a superhero costume from his senior year in college that he’d wear.

Grudgingly, Matty rolled himself off of the sofa and headed upstairs to shower and change. He knew he was running a little late, but that wouldn’t be an issue at a house party.

After his shower, Matty dried off before checking himself out in the mirror. He guessed he should probably think about heading back to the gym. In fact, he couldn’t really remember the last time he’d gone. He was still handsome, even if his face was a little fuller than it had been. He had a trimmed brown beard and short brown hair. His shoulders and arms still held a little muscle, but they were definitely thicker than they once had been, as was his beefy chest and his stomach. He had thick, furry thighs and a meaty bubble butt that was dusted with hair.

Matty rifled in his closet until he found the dusty box of college stuff that he’d never even bothered to unpack before. He pulled it out and rifled through it until he found the Spiderman costume. It was a onesie made of thick spandex that zipped up the back with a separate head piece.

“Let’s hope this still fits,” Matty chuckled as he gave the material a stretch.

Matty pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and sat down on the bed to put his feet into the suit before slowly rolling it up and over his legs. The suit was certainly tighter than he remembered, but it fit over his thighs and his ass, but it was definitely a struggle to get his arms in stretch it over his stomach and shoulders.

There was one very big problem though.

Where the material was stretched so much, you could easily see his boxer briefs. So much so that they looked silly and completely ruined the suit.

Unfortunately, Matty didn’t have anything skimpier. He only wore boxer briefs, unless . . .

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The incredibly talented @gingergiantsmen just launched his Instagram- give him a follow! I cant wait to see what he creates!

Announcements!

So I've offically started an Instagram! Just posted some new artwork there. Please feel free to give it a follow if you'd like.

also The Pageant is still in production and will be released soon. I'm sorry for the long wait it's just I get a couple of commissions and I recently started a new job. My goal is to have it released this month so stay tuned!

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The final instalment of the College Ben series is now live on my Patreon! Camp Leader Ben heads to a gala with Grant and chaos ensues as it only can with hunky Ben!

Check out a sneak peak below:

Unfortunately for Ben, him and Grant never did manage to get somewhere private. 

After they’d left the tailors, they’d walked outside and bumped into Alex and one of his buddies, who’d insisted on dragging them to lunch. 

Ben had spent most of lunch sat there with his cock throbbing in his too tight briefs, and it hadn’t been helped by Grant giving him flirty suggestive glances and touches at every opportunity. 

By the time they’d escaped lunch, Ben had had to leave for a lecture, and he was starting to think his cock would burst, given his insane level of arousal. 

Grant had given him a quick, sneaky kiss goodbye as soon as Alex and his buddy had disappeared around the corner, but that had done nothing to calm Ben down. 

Ben hadn’t taken in a word that his professor had said during the lecture. All of his attention was on his cock, and Grant, and Grant’s kisses, and Grant’s hands on his ass, and Grant’s fist wrapped around his cock.

By the time Ben had got back to his dorm room, his briefs were soaked, and it had taken him only a matter of seconds to jerk off and shoot his load all over himself. He was surprised he’d even needed to jerk off.

Feeling sated, Ben had hit the showers, but in his post orgasm haze, his thoughts switched to a different element of Grant. Did he really like Ben? How could he? Ben was good looking sure, but he was clumsy, and chunky, and furry. Ben had never imagined that that would attract some hot twunk like Grant. But maybe that’s because the whole thing was just another prank? Yes, it would be an elaborate one, but it wouldn’t be the first time Grant had tricked him. 

Deciding to try and maintain his sanity, Ben decided to try and stay away from Grant until the gala. He needed to keep his head clear and ensure that he wasn’t getting tricked into some exposing scenario again. As much as that idea did make Ben’s dick twitch, he didn’t want to risk being naked and hard in front of random strangers again. 

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