Author: wesleybracken8258

Interactive – Greywall Manor #3

Furryhairybears said:

Start with Dan and Bob. Maybe fatten them up in the kitchen?

and then he said:

I still would like to see Dan and Bob become more fat and slobish in the kitchen.

and then…:

I think he should look for him in the kitchen!

Alright, your persistence is rewarded–just don’t expect it to win me over all the time!

Bob did his best to do an organized room by room search for Dan, but quickly became lost. He hadn’t imagined that the mansion was this big, but for some reason all the rooms felt like they kept shifting around him. Doors opened up onto brick walls, there were windows between rooms, staircases that went up and simply ended at the ceiling, and there was no sign of Dan everywhere, and from the rattling sounds of machinery in the walls of the house, it almost sounded like the place was coming alive.

His hunt eventually led him past the dining room, though a different one than he’d been in before, and he ducked into a side door, landing him square in a massive kitchen…and something smelled…delicious–except that couldn’t be–who in the hell would be cooking in an abandoned mansion? Yet cooking someone was–there was a big pot of…something cooling on the stove, and it definitely smelled amazing, even if it didn’t look all that appetizing. Out of curiosity, he stuck his finger in the glop and gave it a taste–and his tongue lit up with pleasure, his knees quivering a bit in delight. He’d never tasted anything so amazing in all of his life, and before he could stop, he had the mixing spoon in his hand and he was feasting right from the pot.

There probably wasn’t anything he could have done to stop himself, and he kept eating, polishing off half the pot before a strange, ethereal voice said behind him, “What in the world are you doing in my kitchen, boy?”

Stunned, Bob dropped the spoon and spun around, finding himself face to face with a chef–a semi-trnsparent ghost chef, to be precise, and he did not look happy, his clear cheeks still managing to convey a deep red of displeasure. Bob’s mouth gaped open in terror, and the chef drifted closer, his anger softening a bit, “Still, I gotta say boy, you sure can eat–why don’t you have a seat at that table and we’ll really pack some meat on those bones of yours? I love that gut you’ve got there–how about we make it even bigger?”

He could feel the chilly hands of the ghost cupping the taut gut which had sprouted from Bob’s once slender midsection, and the chill was sending him shivers right to his cock. He…he wanted to stay, he wanted to eat, but–but no, he had to get out of here! Bracing himself, he pushed his way through the ghost and made a beeline for the door, the chef chasing after him, but for whatever reason, as soon as he was through the door and in the dining room, the cravings died back–though his new gut didn’t show any signs of diminishing, and the ghost didn’t follow him–apparently it couldn’t leave the kitchen.

“This is fucked up,” Bob said, idly rubbing his belly, but he stopped himself before he got too excited by it, or before he could think too hard about what had just happened, and kept going “David? Ken? Dan? We’ve gotta get out of here you guys!” He shouted, trying his best to ignore the hunger slowly gnawing away at his resolve.

Now that Dan and Bob have had their first run-ins with the house, what are David and Ken finding upstairs?
1) Some bedrooms and closets?
2) A study for relaxation and pleasure?
3) Exploring in the attic, where who knows what sort of things might be lurking?

I finally figured out the trigger for the question setting, so there’s no extra suggestion box. So, guys, what’ll it be?

Suggestions?

Ha, sorry, I know I said Monday/Wednesday/Friday, but I was too excited by the possibilities. We’re starting with Dan and Bob, well, Dan really, but Bob is next. Throw out ideas for David and Ken too, if you have them–I’m taking those as well. Here’s the choices from #2:

Where does Bob go to look for Dan, and what does newly empowered house have in store for him?

1) The kitchen—gosh he’s hungry.
2) The garden—maybe there’s a way out?
3) The library—he thought he might have seen someone’s shadow in there…

Interactive – Greywall Manor #2

From Anonymous:

I think you should persue Dan and Bob, going into the basement. Lots of engineering stuff like coal fired boilers, and Carbide gas generators in old mansions: I visualize the Winchester Mansion in San Jose….

Bob sets off into the house, Dan following a bit behind, trying to be cautious. It isn’t that he’s scared, exactly–ok, well, he’s totally scared, he won’t try to lie to himself. While he tells himself that he doesn’t believe in any of the occult rumors around the place, something still just…isn’t right. He’s busy thinking when he realizes he’s lost sight of Bob, and he hurries ahead, sees a door swinging open, and ducks into it without really thinking, and tumbles down a flight of steps into the pitch black basement, the door slamming shut behind him.

He lay groaning on the stone floor for a minute or two, making sure nothing was broken, before he hefted himself up and looked around, or at least, tried to look around. The room was pitch black, and in the fall, he’d lost track of where he was, so he stumbled off in the direction of what he thought was the stairs, but after a few feet, he realized he was wrong, and he stopped, trying to orient himself. If only he had a light…

A flicker. He’d seen it, somewhere in the dark–there it was again. He stumbled towards the pinprick of deep red light, praying he wouldn’t trip and hurt himself, and after a few yards he saw that the light was coming from the inside of a large, complicated furnace. How in the hell could there even be a flame, after all these years? He didn’t know, but it was a light–but not nearly enough to see anything helpful–he’d have to feed it…yeah, feed it, he needed to feed the flame, but with what? Sensing his need, the flame grew brighter, almost as though it were flexing a muscle, and he saw that, piled all around the walls of the room was coal–tons of it–just what he needed to feed the light, and make it bright again. He grabbed a nearby shovel that the light had illuminated and started heaping the coal into the furnace, the light churning through the fuel almost as fast as Dan could shovel it in, like a man possessed, but he had limits. His slender build wasn’t made to keep up with manual labor, and he grew tired after only a few minutes, the light ebbing bit by bit.

“No!” Dan said, “No, don’t go out, don’t die, I’m sorry–I’m just tired, so tired, please, don’t go out, I need you…”

The light seemed to pause for a moment, and there was a sudden explosion of light which threw Dan back against the heaps of coal, and the light dimmed back even more than when he’d started shoveling.

“No! No, don’t go!” Dan said, his voice gruff and raspy, and he hauled up the shovel, and felt an enormous amount of energy pumping through him, and he shoveled even faster than before, quickly nurturing the flame back up to a healthy, raging inferno as bright as the sun, and only then did he wipe his coal dusted brow, and bother looking down at himself. He was huge–probably a foot taller than when he’d fallen down the stairs, and no longer slim. The explosion had changed him, packing him full of muscle that strained against the filthy set of coveralls his clothes had become. He now looked like he was in his mid-thirties, and the light of the furnace flickered madly in his eyes. The light was so beautiful–he couldn’t believe that someone had almost allowed it to go out. Certainly he couldn’t leave–no, he would stay here, and serve the flame–feed it, and it would care for him, and he resumed his shovelling, hearing the hungry furnace slowly bring the house’s mechanical guts back to creaking life.

***

In the dining room, Bob raised his hand to block the sudden, piercing light of the chandeliers which burst forth. “Dang, who turned on the lights?” he joked, but realized that his words had fallen on no one’s ears–Dan was gone. “Dan?” he asked, “Dan? Now where did he run off to? He didn’t leave did he…” Bob walked back through the way he’d come to the first room, but saw that the window they’d climbed through was completely repaired. Unnerved, he headed back into the house to find the other pledges–he had a sneaking suspicion that they all needed to get out of here, and fast.

Where does Bob go to look for Dan, and what does newly empowered house have in store for him?

1) The kitchen–gosh he’s hungry.
2) The garden–maybe there’s a way out?
3) The library–he thought he might have seen someone’s shadow in there…

Or whatever other ideas you have–lay them on me.

Any more answers?

Yesterday I started a new interactive, you can find it here. If you missed it, I plan on keeping this one going for a bit, but the parts will probably be shorter. Regardless, I need opinions! Some of you have already answered, but the more the merrier. By the way, I won’t necessarily choose by a majority vote–I’d rather take an interesting/strange idea than a mundane/popular one, so don’t be afraid of being specific or throwing out details. I’ve got a couple interesting things mentioned so far, but I’m sure there are a few more out there. Here are wide scope options again:

1) David and Ken exploring the upper floors (bedrooms, studies, bathrooms and the attic)
2) Dan and Bob on the ground floor (kitchen, library, garden and the basement)

Interactive – Greywall Manor #1

“Come on, I found a way in,” David said to his three fellow pledges–Dan, Bob, and Ken–and together, the four of them made their way around to the back of the house, where one of the windows was broken. Dan used a rock to clear out the rest of the broken glass, and the four climbed their way in one after the other, falling into a large room of the manor.

This was their task–spend a night in Greywall Manor–the infamously haunted house which the town was known for. It was a well known tourist attraction, but no one was allowed inside, after it was revealed that a number of tours had simply gone missing. No one really thought it was haunted–the reports were generally regarded as publicity stunts, but this year, the frat had decided to put it’s pledges to the test. They were to get in, and take pictures of themselves every hour in different parts of the house to prove they stayed the whole time.

The rumors as to what was haunting the house were numerous. The old owners were rumored to be a family of powerful wizards and warlocks, but that was only one aspect of the legend. There were also rumored to be ghosts roaming the halls, and even strange monsters had been sighted on occasion in the manor’s windows. Still, they were all just rumors, but that didn’t mean the four pledges weren’t scared.

Well, at least one of them wasn’t scared. David, an up and coming star of the football program knew that all the rumors were bullshit. Still, if he needed to spend a night in a “haunted” house to make the damn frat happy, he would do it. When he saw Dan shaking a bit, he snickered–of course the thin fag from the swim team would be scared. Actually, Dan wasn’t gay–but he was certainly the metrosexual response to David’s more brutish figure. Bob was tall and quite thin, a member of the basketball team, and Ken was the biggest of the group, a linebacker on the football team with David.

“Alright, so I guess we should take a picture, eh?” he said, pulling out his phone and snapping a picture of the other three, and uploading it to facebook. “One down, seven more to go. So, we have an hour–how about we split up, explore a bit, and meet up back here in a little for another picture?

“Sounds good to me,” Ken said.

“Well, we probably shouldn’t go alone,” Dan said, “You know, for safety’s sake.”

David rolled his eyes, “Well fine–I’ll go with Ken here, since he’s not a pussy, and you two fags can go off on your merry way.”

David grabbed Ken by the arm and hauled him away, the two of them banging up the stairs to explore the upper floors, leaving Bob and Dan alone. “Come on, let’s look around a bit,” Bob said, and Dan, not wanting to seem like a total chicken, followed after him, to take a look around the ground floor.

Who should we follow for the moment, and where should they explore?

1) David and Ken exploring the upper floors (bedrooms, studies and bathrooms)
2) Dan and Bob on the ground floor (kitchen, library, and the basement)

Give your opinion in an “ask,” find me on IM, or use one of the reply boxes I’ll post today or tomorrow on the blog.

Update – Commissions, “Apologia,” and a new interactive

Is January gone already? Holy crap.

Well, first of all, I’m sorry that the content here has been a bit sparse–I’ve had a long commission that’s been giving me some trouble, and a few short ones which you’ve seen posted. I haven’t really been feeling the whole photo caption thing for a while now, so I’ve kind of put those on hiatus for now. That said, here’s a few things I’d like to mention.

1) Commissions – Holy cow, I’ve just gotten a ton of them. Thanks to all of you who are supporting my writing, I greatly appreciate it, but I also want to let you all know that I am going to close down on new commissions for a while. If I’ve already been chatting with you about one and said I’ll write a synopsis, don’t worry, you’re on the list, but these are gonna be keeping me busy for the next few months at least, so I need to not worry about increasing the list until I get this batch worked out. 

2) Apologia – Thank you all for your support in all this stuff, and for the comments, positive and negative alike. I’m still going to post my stuff on the NCMC, haters gonna hate, lol did you see what that guy said, you mad bro? etc. Still, I wanted to have my say, I said it, people responded in various ways, that’s fine, and now we can all calm the fuck down and move on with our lives, right? Right? 

3) A New Interactive – What? Something else? Yeah, I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while here, and I thought this might be a good time to give it a shot. Here’s how it will work. I’m gonna post a short start to a story, give you some options, and you all tell me how to continue the story, choose your own adventure style. I’m not sure I’ll be able to update the narrative every day–we’ll see how popular it is, what kind of responses I get, and for now, we’ll go with a Monday/Wednesday/Friday update schedule, starting today!

Alright, that’s all I got. Keep calm and carry on.

Please don’t be too mad at the NCMC Wesley. I’m sure the handsome and talented admin of that site dies a little bit inside any time he removes a story, especially one from one of his favorite authors.

Well, let me counter that with a few of my thoughts.

1. The story didn’t violate any of the submission rules of the site, as they are written on the story submission page, assuming the age limit clause (2. No stories with characters under 17 (this includes age regression and flashbacks) applies only to biological age and not to mental age. The reason I assume this is that there are any number of other stories currently on the NCMC which have mental age regression to levels below 17, which have gone unchallenged.

2. If the story didn’t violate any of the rules limiting submissions, then why was it deleted? Because it violated someone’s taste? because someone considered it pedophilia? Neither one of these reasons, in my opinion, validates censorship of the story. If we’re concerned about stories that in some way “glorify” deviant/illegal sexual desires, then why should stories advocating rape, incest and violence get a pass?

In the end, I don’t actually know why it was deleted–I received no email, no notice, it was just gone. It would be nice of the moderator to be a little more open about why he deleted it, both so I could have defended the piece, and then, if it does in fact violate the rules of the site, I could then know how to revise it to make it not do so. For the moment, however, there doesn’t seem to be any good reason for the moderator to have deleted the story, the rules seem to have been applied unfairly and arbitrarily, and I have no recourse to challenge the decision.

But am I mad? Not particularly. I had a feeling that story was going to be…questionable on that site. Did I think it would get deleted? No, but meh, what’s done is done. That said, it is frustrating, and highlights some of the problems I have with the NCMC–but I don’t run the site, so ranting and raving about it won’t change much, I don’t think.