I mentioned this on twitter a few days ago, but I started a little series of caption stories over on my discord server, on the theme of quarantine. It’s been fun having something silly to work on between how stressful work has been and commissions, and for anyone who’s a patron, they’re welcome to suggest stories or ideas for future installments. Here’s one of the captions I’ve done so far–if you want to see the other couple, you’ll have to support me and join my discord channel! You can find more details here.
The quarantine didn’t mean much to Barry, since he spent most of his life in his apartment anyway. Barry was…eccentric, by any real measure. He’d lived in the old apartment building longer than anyone really knew, including the staff who worked there. Oddly though, he didn’t look a day over 40 or 50, but the secret of his longevity and good looks wasn’t something he shared with anyone. He worked from home–or at least, that’s what he told people, but other times he was known to disappear from the building for weeks, if not months at a time, only to appear later like nothing had happened. Barry, you see, was a sorcerer, with a rather specific focus. He loved sex, and he loved nothing more than using his magical ability to corrupt other men until they loved it just as much as he did. In his apartment, he would refine his spells and enchantments, and then when they were ready for real world testing, he would choose a different city somewhere in the world, and, well, binge. He’d fuck men for days on end, warping them all in the process, and only when he was fully spent did he return home to relax, recharge, and prepare a new collection of ideas for his next journey.
But this couldn’t have fallen at a worse time. Barry had just prepared all of his travel arrangements, only for everything to be cancelled, every international city shut down entirely, and now he was here in his apartment, spells and enchantments at the ready, with no one to use them on. He gave a great huff and settled deeper into his leather couch, and looked over at the window–now what in the world was he supposed to do?
Above him, he heard the creak of bed springs–the young couple who had moved in there earlier this month were obviously occupying themselves well enough. Barry scowled–not only was he literally cockblocked by a virus, he had to be taunted by the constant noise of sex all around him in the building–that he owned, in fact. He went over to his scrying pool out of curiosity, and summoned an image of the couple above him–and was surprised that it was a gay couple, in fact. Now this was more interesting. Still, it didn’t do much for him…but then, what if he…
He looked over at the collection of enchanted items, spell scrolls, curses and the like in his luggage. He never used his spells at home–it was too risky. But he was so damn horny…why not just this once, spread his goods around to his neighbors here? He smiled, and started unpacking his goods and services. It was dangerous, but he was horny enough that he didn’t care. Pretty soon, the apartment building would be a lot more interesting, when he was done with it.
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The couple above Barry had no idea what the sorcerer below them was plotting–they had found that quarantine had done wonders for their physical intimacy, because what else were they going to do with their time? Before this, Ian and Francis had spent most of their free time organizing parties with their other friends (parties they called them, but really, orgies was more precise) or going out to the various gay bars around the city. Without that to occupy them, and with both of their jobs scaling back work, they found that the easiest way to pass the time was to fuck.
With a groan, Ian blew a load of cum into his boyfriend’s hole, and collapsed on top of him, huffing a bit. He rolled off, and Francis rolled over, cuddling with him for a bit in bed. “Fuck, I miss the gym,” Francis said, and Ian chuckled.
“Just a few more weeks, right?”
“The news said it might be months.”
“Fuck, seriously?”
“I don’t know. I never thought that the most social thing going on in my life was going to be going to the grocery store.”
“Gonna have to work out here just so we don’t look like a couple of flabs when we get out of here finally,” Ian said, and then he noticed an odd smell. Looking over, he saw Francis holding a cigar in his hands. He was about to ask his boyfriend where that had come from, when he brought his own cigar up to his lips, and took a drag off of it, the sudden nicotine rush pushing the confusion from his mind.
The two twinks got up from bed, still smoking their new cigars, and went to go watch some TV. On the couch, with Ian sitting on it, and Francis sitting on the floor between his legs, they kept smoking, the cigars never getting smaller, and changes starting to appear on their bodies. Both of them were getting hairier, and over the course of half an hour, Francis went from having a smooth face incapable of growing a beard, to the somewhat thick, salty beard across his face.
The smoke was filling the apartment, turning into a thick fog–and everything it touched began to shift and change. The couch grew older and more threadbare. The stylish art hung on the walls became pictures of cowboys and rednecks in various states of undress. It drifted into the closet, and their suits began to contort and shift into flannel, jeans, and leather gear.
It wasn’t long before the two new cigar daddies were making out on the floor, feeding each other smoke, holding their cinders to each other cocks, balls and nips, smearing each other with their ash. But then, just as the cigars had appeared before, they disappeared from their hands, leaving Ian and Francis lying in a dirty heap, wondering what had come over them.
“Come on then, my new cigar daddies–let’s have some fun, eh?”
They looked over, and there was Barry on the couch, smoking a massive cigar in his leather gear, and the two old men crawled over and started servicing him–Ian worshiping his cock, and Francis his leather boots, both of them taking turns eating their downstairs neighbor’s ash, the curse tightening around them both, squeezing out the old Francis and Ian, and replacing them entirely, with a couple of old cowboy queers living in the city, working in construction, smoking cigars from the moment they woke up until they went to bed. After a day, Barry was spent, and returned home–deeply satisfied with the result.
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