Thanks to everyone who participated this first month! It was more successful than I thought it might be. If you’re a patron at any level, you can follow the link and see the results of this month’s brainstorming session!
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Weekly Roundup 2/4/2017
Since people often ask me for story suggestions, I thought it might be good to just start a weekly(ish, depending on my time constraints and whether anything good was even put out) roundup of stories on other sites which might be worth people’s attention. Note, that when I say attention, it may or may not be because a story is hot; it might just be because it caught my attention for one reason or another.
1. “Finding a Roommate” – very hot story I’ve been enjoying over on Gay Spiral Stories. Chubs, rednecks, cock shrinking, incest–the good stuff. Could use more sex in my opinion, but I won’t complain too much.
2. “Fear Mongering” – xORRiNx’s stories sit in a strange liminal area for me, between hot and disturbing, but this one sticks out, mostly because…well, this might sound mean, but it’s actually a compliment–it fails in a spectacularly interesting way. There’s a really fascinating mismatch between how the story is setup, and how the story ends that displays really clearly why I find his stories fresh. If this mismatch had been done consciously, and worked into the story on purpose, it would have been one fucking nightmare of a tale–that’s also meant as a compliment. Story has a lot of humiliation, verbal and some physical abuse if that’s not your thing. Anyway, if you’re into metawriting, the comments are worth a read as well to get a sense of what I’m talking about.
3. “A Dare Worth Refusing” – Not the best story–it reads more as a summary of a story, but the fetish content is hot enough that the writing can be forgiven. Then again, I’m a sucker for strange rubber/inanimate/sex doll shit.
4. “The Men’s Room” – For those of you into barbershop hypnosis, incest, musk, et. al. I’m hoping the next chapters are a bit more extreme myself.
5. CYOC #1 (go back two chapters from here for more context) – Diapers + shit + Bigfoot = confusing hard on.
6. CYOC #2 (go back two chapters from here for more context, and the other branches are also good) – A fairly hot bull/minotaur TF, with an interesting reality shift as well. Definitely wouldn’t mind seeing Jeff and his dad get a bit more intimate myself…
Too Clever For Your Own Good (Part 3)
Eddie woke up with a raging headache, and the nagging sense that something had gone horribly wrong. It wasn’t like the other times he’d gotten home after Pigtown, when he could remember everything from the night before–instead, he could remember almost nothing at all. The last clear memory was of him and Pete arriving at Pigtown, and…talking, but he wasn’t sure what they’d been talking about. They….gone there to look for daddies, right? No–no, they’d been the daddies, and they’d gone to get cubs! He was sure of that. He opened his eyes and rolled over, and was pleased to see that, apparently, they’d been successful, because in the bed beside him was a beautiful, chubby cub. He went to snuggle closer to the boy, only to run into him sooner than he’d expected–he woke up a bit further, enough to sit up and look down at himself, where he discovered that he, too, was as much a chubby cub as the one beside him.
“W-What? No! No, this…this isn’t right,” he said to himself, his voice too high. “This isn’t right!”
His shout woke the cub beside him, and he rolled over. As soon as he saw his face, Eddie knew who it was, even if the face was very different from his last one–it was Pete. He didn’t have his beard, just a thin, blonde goatee around his mouth, and he looked at Eddie sleepily. “Eddie, shush. You’ll wake our daddies! They’re sleeping.”
“No–Pete, this isn’t right! Don’t you remember? We were supposed to be the daddies!”
Pete rolled his eyes, and sat up, “Fuck Eddie, you’re so fucking dumb. How many times do I have to remind you? We went to Pigtown to find daddies. You just had a nightmare.”
No–No, it was real,” Eddie said, “You have to believe me.”
“No Eddie–you’re wrong. You’re always wrong. You’re the one who needs to believe me. If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be some piss soaked bear, you know that? What you had, was a bad dream. You’re not a daddy, you’re just a dumb, fuck hungry cub. That’s all you’ve ever been, and all you’ll ever be. It’s a good thing you like it so much, just like I do.”
Eddie couldn’t believe him, and yet…he also knew that Pete was never wrong, even though Eddie was wrong all the time. It seemed like that should be flipped around, but his head still hurt so badly, and his thoughts refused to stay organized and focused. “No, I’m not stupid, you’re the stupid one.”
“I never said I wasn’t stupid, Eddie–just that you’re way stupider than me.”
“But–”
“It was just a dream Eddie, go back to bed.”
He wanted to deny it, he really did, but the memories were already distant and hard to grasp…just like a dream. The logic of them didn’t make any sense, just like a dream. And look at him–he wasn’t a daddy! He didn’t even want to be a daddy, did he? No–he’d always wanted to be a cub, a stupid, horny cub who wanted nothing more than to get plowed by big daddy cocks, just like…like the cocks their new daddies had. He could remember then, how Pete had brought the two college kids over to their table, how they’d become the massive, hulking, leather clad daddies of their dreams, and fucked them all night long…Or even if that hadn’t happened, it sure was hot, thinking about getting fucked–it made his short cubby cock all hard. Eddie was having a hard time remembering what he’d even been thinking about, and Pete had already laid back down, so he did too–though he was too horny to sleep. He ended up jacking off, thinking about getting fucked, until he came, and then he nodded off again.
Later in the morning, he felt like himself again, in position beside his brother on their bed, while their rough daddies lubed up their cocks behind them, ready to plow their boys holes all morning long, before stopping for some lunch, and then even more fucking.
Eddie and Pete made out the whole time, stroking their tiny cocks to several orgasms while they got fucked, and neither of them could imagine being a part of a family other than this one.
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February Suggestions Are Open | Wesley Bracken on Patreon
So, as I mentioned in my long post last week, a new thing I’ll be offering for *everyone* supporting me on Patreon, from one dollar on up, is an open call for flash fiction story suggestions each month. If you’re supporting me, you can find more details at the end of the link up there–you can leave your suggestions in the comments under the Patreon post. If you aren’t supporting me yet, well…tough luck! But if you got a spare dollar, you can come have some fun too!
I’ll reblog this a couple more times, for people who might have missed it! You still have today and tomorrow to suggest ideas if you support me on Patreon at any amount, from one dollar on up!
One last reminder! If you’d like to help shape some of the stories I’ll be writing this month, now’s the time. You can add suggestions of your own, or help shape some of the ideas people have already suggested. I’ll be sorting out what I want to do with everyone’s thoughts tonight and tomorrow.
Too Clever For Your Own Good (Part 2)
Even the best laid plans can hit a few snags. It turned out, that when it came to recruiting guys, Pete wasn’t much help–mostly because he had a bad habit of giving away the game, and telling the marks Eddie picked out what their plans were–and not many guys were willing to be forced into Eddie’s particular fantasy–at least, not without caveats of their own. The night was wearing down, and Eddie was feeling Pigtown…working on him. He looked down, surprised to see he’d picked up tattoos up and down his arms at some point, and that his leather uniform had become a set of biker leathers…but that wasn’t right. Pete helped talk him back from losing his place at the company and becoming a biker for good, but it was clear that he was going to have to revise his plan, if he was going to have any success. It was a risk, but Eddie was confident enough to try it, and so he parked Pete at a table in a corner of the front bar, near the door.
“Alright, look–you’re going to have stay here, and I’ll go in deeper, and start working on a boy for us. Once I have him…amenable, then I’ll bring him back out here and we can work on him together, alright? But I’m going to also need you to remember, really clearly, who I am–because I’m going to need you to help me remember when I come back out, like you did when I started looking like a biker, alright?”
“Of course Eddie, I can do that.”
“You have to be really focused, alright? Don’t talk to anyone, don’t drink anything, just sit here until I get back.”
“OK Eddie, I’ll be good.”
Could he really trust him? Did he have much of a choice? Eddie got his uniform straightened, calmed down and got focused, and headed back down into the dark, while Pete sat quietly, at least until a man who’d been watching the two of them sat down at the table, and introduced himself as Rod.
Eddie had told him not to talk to anyone, but Rod seemed nice, and it wasn’t long before he’d told the barman everything about his husbear’s plan, and how the two of them were, as he said verbatim, “Two daddies, and we’re making two cubs.”
Of course, Rod already knew what Eddie was trying to do in his bar, and he wasn’t particularly interested in having someone like Eddie trying to use the place for his own selfish ends. After all, Pigtown only served one thing–itself, and that was one thing Eddie hadn’t yet figured out. Rod had hoped that…nudging Eddie down a slightly different path would be enough, but he had been smart, bringing in a partner to help ground him. That meant, he’d have to take a different tactic. So, he kept chatting with Pete, but it wasn’t long before Pete started to feel…kind of confused. He was pretty sure about what he and Eddie had come to the bar to do, but the more Rod talked, the less sure he was. Then again, he wasn’t very smart, and he did forget things easily, so Rod drilled him until he was sure he remembered correctly. See, he and Eddie weren’t two daddies looking for cubs–no, they were two cubs, and they were here to find daddies. As a thank you, Pete got down and sucked Rod’s cock, and then waited for Eddie to return–which he did, after not too long.
Eddie had…run into a bit of trouble, and gotten cornered by a couple piss soaked rubber bears down there, and some of their…dirtier interests had worn off on him. He knew this wasn’t right, that he wasn’t supposed to be this chubby bear in a yellow jock and tank, thirsty for piss more than anything else, but he had lost the thread of himself–but not so much he couldn’t get back. He couldn’t quite remember everything, and so he headed right for the table where he’d parked Pete–only it wasn’t the Pete he remembered, sitting there. Where was his husbear, the grey bearded, cigar smoking hottie? And who was this chubby cub, with a small goatee, beaming up at him so eager to tell him how good he’d been at remembering everything they were here to do. Thankfully, Pete was more than happy to sort out Eddie, and remind him of what they’d come here to do, and Rod just smiled, as Eddie’s relieved eyes turned to surprise, his bearish body changing all over again, and he figured he wouldn’t be having trouble with the two of them again this evening–or any other evening in the future.
February Suggestions Are Open | Wesley Bracken on Patreon
So, as I mentioned in my long post last week, a new thing I’ll be offering for *everyone* supporting me on Patreon, from one dollar on up, is an open call for flash fiction story suggestions each month. If you’re supporting me, you can find more details at the end of the link up there–you can leave your suggestions in the comments under the Patreon post. If you aren’t supporting me yet, well…tough luck! But if you got a spare dollar, you can come have some fun too!
I’ll reblog this a couple more times, for people who might have missed it! You still have today and tomorrow to suggest ideas if you support me on Patreon at any amount, from one dollar on up!
February Suggestions Are Open | Wesley Bracken on Patreon
So, as I mentioned in my long post last week, a new thing I’ll be offering for *everyone* supporting me on Patreon, from one dollar on up, is an open call for flash fiction story suggestions each month. If you’re supporting me, you can find more details at the end of the link up there–you can leave your suggestions in the comments under the Patreon post. If you aren’t supporting me yet, well…tough luck! But if you got a spare dollar, you can come have some fun too!
February Suggestions Are Open | Wesley Bracken on Patreon
So, as I mentioned in my long post last week, a new thing I’ll be offering for *everyone* supporting me on Patreon, from one dollar on up, is an open call for flash fiction story suggestions each month. If you’re supporting me, you can find more details at the end of the link up there–you can leave your suggestions in the comments under the Patreon post. If you aren’t supporting me yet, well…tough luck! But if you got a spare dollar, you can come have some fun too!
Too Clever For Your Own Good (Part 1)
If you’re smart enough, and focused enough, then Pigtown is pretty much the holy grail. Walk into those doors, keep your wits about you, and you can walk out as anyone you want to be, with anyone you want to fuck on your arm. At least, that’s the technique which had worked for Eddie, so far. Hell, two weeks ago, he hadn’t even been Eddie–he’d been Edward, a young, shy guy, new to the city and looking for love, or anything, really. Mostly, he just didn’t want to feel so alone. But what had happened in there–fuck, he still had a hard time believing he had any sort of relation to the young man he remembered, just because he was so…fucking different.
The next morning, he’d found himself in a whole new body. Mid fifties, muscled with a solid gut, a thick layer of hair all over him, nice full beard. He…definitely wasn’t the kind of guy that “Edward” would have ever wanted to be in his life, but who the hell cared what that old version of himself wanted? This new him, he was plenty happy with his new lot in life. He had so much confidence–he started work the next week, and discovered he’d leapt four or five rungs up the corporate ladder. By day, he was a high ranking company executive, wearing tailored suits and smoking expensive cigars over expensive fare during power lunches with his fellow. At night, he’d trade in the suits for leather gear, and prowl the streets for men to take his cock…but as much as he wanted to return to Pigtown, he also knew he wasn’t ready. He’d been lucky, before, to end up with such a good life, but he could remember other people in the bar who…hadn’t been so lucky. If he didn’t want to end up like them, he was going to need a plan, and the first part of that plan was going to require a wingman.
Once you enter Pigtown, you lose touch with yourself–the only thing you can rely on is your memory and your will, but the place can fuck with that too. No, you needed someone with you, someone you can work with, who can confirm for you what you’re doing, and who you are. A partner–someone watching your back. But he never found anyone suitable in the various men he fucked over the next few weeks. It was risky…but he was just going to have to make himself a partner, and the only place he could do that, was Pigtown.
He had several friends at work, none of whom were gay, but who trusted Eddie enough to meet him at an unknown bar in the evening for drinks. The one he ended up choosing was Peter–smart, witty, and always grounded, never one to panic or lose focus–he was perfect for the role, provided Eddie could convert him to his side. They didn’t venture very deep into the bar–that was too risky, but Eddie quickly discovered that the very qualities he appreciated in Peter made him…resistant to the sort of persona Eddie wanted him to become, and so, he was forced to push a bit harder than he would have liked.
The next day, he wasn’t quite satisfied with the end result. His new husbear Pete might be one hot fucking daddy bear, like him, but he definitely hadn’t kept all of Peter’s intelligence and will. Hell, he didn’t even work at the company where Eddie was anymore–he was an electrician. He made good money, sure, but not because he could think. Still, to his…slight disgust, Eddie found himself loving him all the same. Not only because he was hot, but because he was willing to do anything Eddie told him to do, and living with him for a few days…Eddie started to fantasize about having a whole family of men at his disposal, all of them under his thumb.
He started talking with Pete about it, convincing him how hot it would be if they had a couple of cubs–sons even–to fuck around with. Of course, this was an easy sell for Pete, because he wanted whatever Eddie told him to want. And so, after a few days of discussion and planning, the two of them suited up in their leather gear, and made their way back to Pigtown.
“Alright Pete–remember, we have to stay focused at all times. I can’t lose you in there–we can’t lose each other. No matter what, remember this–we’re two daddies, and we’re making two cubs. Got it?”
Pete nodded.
“Good. And don’t get lost, and don’t get separated. Stick with me at all times, got it? Just follow my lead.”
“Anything you say Eddie, you know I’ll do anything for you,” Pete said, and they shared a smoky kiss, and slipped into the bar, to fill out their family.
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