In this instalment, Shawn clashes with other Players as he aims to become the one and only Cocklander.
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Now that Brother Tomaç has so helpfully brought himself into Vayne’s orbit, the fallen paladin sets a plan in motion that will corrupt the Order from the inside and bring him one step closer to reuniting with Azzagg.
Vayne continues to corrupt Edric as his memories of his time in Hell resurface. Just when he needs it the most, the perfect vehicle for his reunion with Azzagg delivers itself right to his doorstep.
As Vayne’s corruption continues to resurface, he pulls his squire, Edric, further into depravity.
Vayne continues to struggle with his missing memories but the influence of Hell is not so easy to erase. When he notices that his squire, Edric, is rather well-endowed, the corruption of his mortal soul begins to resurface.
Vayne, once-paladin of the Radiant Order, has been captured by the forces of Hell following his brave last stand to buy time for his friends and compatriots to retreat. He discovers that Hell isn’t as bad as he thought and is just getting accustomed to life as an incubus’ fuck-pet when he is rescued from his ‘torment.’
The strangest thing just came in the post for me. I didn’t order a cock ring but it arrived in an envelope with a purple seal on the back.
Sam’s roommate Tuck is about to do something monumentally stupid and join an anti-lockdown rally. It’s just bad enough thing to do that Sam’s willing to temporarily relax his ethical and moral standards to keep the big dumb idiot from going.
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Disclaimer: This story involves a transmasculine (FtM) individual and penis in vagina (PIV) sex. While I have tried to be as respectfully euphemistic as I can where I can, this is an erotic story and therefore the use of language pertaining to transmasculine genitalia that may be triggering to some (i.e. use of the terms ‘clit’ and ‘boy pussy’) is unavoidable.
I have done my best to consult with trans friends and do research but it is my understanding that there is no universal standard of acceptable terms for trans genitalia. That is to say, what one individual might find perfectly alright, another might find squicky—or triggering altogether. While I would love for you to read and enjoy this story, please consider if you would like to continue if you suffer from bottom dysphoria.
Furthermore, I would like to remind everyone that this is erotica. Its primary purpose is entertainment. The presence of mind-control elements in this story is incidental and a defining feature of much of my work. It is not intended as a commentary on the transgender experience, and I would like to categorically and emphatically make clear “trans deception” is bullshit.
Denied control of his own body, Cecil is taken to a strange place where he tries and fails to resist the fate that is in store for him.
Randall is straight, or at the very least, he’s pretty sure he is. He hasn’t really had occasion to question his sexuality but it’s at his girlfriend’s cousin’s wedding where he catches the eye of a handsome guest on the other side of the aisle. The man’s gaze makes his heart beat faster in a way that his girlfriend hasn’t been able to in months.