Joseph Mercury

Will do. BTW, this story marks a little rebranding in my author name but its still me!

I'll just say for the moment that the story was inspired by a Reddit post. It took on a life of its own from there, but the core issue was in that post. Thank you for reading.

Thank you, Peter. More coming, the next three parts to be released over the next three days.

Thanks, @dboggs9700. After the October month of sometimes creepy tales I'm trying to veer back into my usual territory. But Kip is definitely a complication.

Senior editor Steve is finally doing things right. His arrangement with the magazine’s art director is exclusive, the sex is intense, no drama. Adult. But old habits die hard when a cocky 21-year-old intern decides to test his best intentions.

Chapter 1 Jay’s hand was on the back of Steve’s neck, thumb against the hairline. Those hands had always looked too big for the rest of him, the same as his feet, which were braced against the footboard for leverage. His jaw was set against Steve’s shoulder as he fucked him in quick strokes. “I want us to be honest,” Jay said. His voice stayed dry even when he was buried inside him. “Right now?” “Generally.” “You picked an interesting time to bring it up.” “You’re n

Thanks, @pulser. Glad it worked for you. As you may have seen in earlier comments, like Jason, I have anosmia (no sense of smell) and was interested in working it into a story.

Jason could use a hug. He has a little to figure out first. ♥️

So many unknowns. I assume Seth is a freshman if he's roomed with Mitch. But Dicker does have its own way of doing things.

Chapter Thirteen: Initiation The night air in the valley didn’t belong to the end of October. As Halloween ticked toward midnight, the temperature refused to drop, trapped by the basin’s unnatural microclimate into something that felt like August. A fat, low-hanging full moon sat just above the tree line, bathing the campus in a stark milky luminescence that turned the stone towers to silver and the deep woods to ink. Mitch walked the narrow dirt path to the lower orchards with Se

Chapter Seven: The Hive The apiary sat past the east orchard, where the slanted light went gold and the air turned warmer. Boxes sat in rows, making a low electric hum that wasn’t machinery. Mitch walked with the rest of the combined teams, shirt stuck to the new width of his back. Coach Cunningham walked at the front of the pack, the Alphas flanked him, their feet crushing the clover. “Team building isn’t just muscle,” the coach rumbled, gesturing toward the humming white boxes.

I hope it helps. Coming tomorrow so the finale can land on Halloween.

Mitch has spent years becoming the White Bull—thick-necked, pale, disciplined, and ready to give everything. When a charismatic recruiter from Dicker arrives, the isolated all-boys agricultural college in a hidden New York valley feels like the path he was built for. There are no luxury dorms and no girls. There's only brotherhood and sacrifice. As the Harvest nears, Mitch is drawn deeper into Dicker’s rituals and the sense that he has finally found a place that knows what to do with a body like his.

Chapter One: The Offer Mitch wasn’t called the White Bull because he was the biggest boy on the team. He wasn’t. There were boys with four inches of height and forty pounds of raw mass on him. Mitch was different. Thick through the neck and shoulders, built low to the ground. An engine that didn’t look fast until it hit you. Then there was the skin. Flawless, creamy, and stubbornly pale. Stadium lights found him and refused to let go. Despite the black hair, he didn’t tan. Didn’t blotc

Or at least partially a gas leak. Thank you for reading. Glad it worked for you.