Having always had dreams of becoming a body-builder despite his skinny body, Joe takes a bit too much of a shine to a new and experimental drug that his friend Lucas has been working on. Against his better judgment, he decides to sneak a dose of the drug and realizes that the physical changes come with significant psychological ones.
Moving away to avoid his bullies, Jim ends up walking right into the lion’s den. Fortunately, New York is nothing like his hometown, and things end up breaking his way in the end.
The thought of losing his Master makes Corey snap, and a new villain is born.
There’s this new super hot guy at work, and I’ve been popping boners all week! I went online to find something to do about it and this company popped up, selling some high tech cup that’s supposed to keep things chill down there. I got one and put it on, but now it’s saying something about a passcode and ‘not wanting to take it off?’
In a world where changing bodies is as simple as flinging one’s consciousness across the cosmos in a stream of electrons and electromagnetic radiation, pathological kleptomaniac and playboy Lupin has gotten away with his fair share of crimes.
Stealing the Pleiades collection should have been child’s play, but the thief finds that his luck has run out. Captured, Lupin is confident that he will get away from this, just like he always had, only to land in a new rehabilitation program that has been put in place for repeat offenders like him.
Corey has a warm reunion with the demon lord Melthazadaan, to whom he’s been entrusted by his master for an entire day, in his dreams. However, when he is forced to return to the land of the living, it seems that everything has gone to shit.
I’ve made a terrible mistake. A fitness magazine is doing “be the next face of” and I signed up!
They want me to come in for a photo shoot. I am not ready, what am I going to do?
Rob escapes small town life when he receives an invitation from a prestigious institution in Scotland to study there. He is glad for his newfound freedom, but soon regrets not paying closer attention to the rules of the Aurelius Academy for Arts and Sciences.
Inspired By: a tweet from @conqueredmanhood
A happy omega reminisces about his past as he waits for his Alpha to come home from work at Hierarch Industries.
Most of the time, the transformations applied to the multitudes of young men take their sexual orientation from straight to gay—taking something that’s already there and twisting it into something different but similar. But what about the men who don’t have that little something? Men who are sex-repulsed aces (or sex-positive aces, no judgement), or are demi-sexual and searching for the right person to become attracted to?
If it’s not possible for us to generate sexual attraction without emotional attachment, or generate sexual attraction at all, what happens to us then? Are we just passed over, or do we at least get the chance to love and be loved even without the promise of sex?