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This– this couldn't be happening. I closed my eyes, squeezing them so hard it hurt. That was a bad sign: If this was a dream, I should wake up from the pain, right? Like, if I pinched myself? I tried pinching my hand from my other hand, since they were still restrained behind my back. I felt the pain there, too, but I didn't wake up. My eyes suddenly shot open, and I squealed in shock. Of the six portaly-thingies in front of me, one of them had enlarged and floated closer. It was the

Ha! To be clear, in this case, "Twunk Heaven" would be heaven for twunks, not filled with twunks. Ridiculously enough, I spent several minutes trying to figure out if this was "Bear Heaven" because of who was in it, or "Twunk Heaven" because of who wanted to go there. And I really wanted the "bear" to be a "daddy" but then I'd have to have a completely different version for Patreon because they don't understand the "subtleties" of gay lingo and flagged me once for incest.

"House of Possessed Possibilities" ... I actually planned out the title of a story well, for once!

Amen on that.

I put the apron on over my head, making sure to luxuriate in its contact: every bit of it that touched my skin felt electric. Why would I ever want to wear other clothes? Err, other clothes with it. Yeah, with it. I pulled my arms back through the sleeves of my shirt and took it off through the neck strap of the apron. I then pulled my pants down: It was just as hard to get them over my butt on the way down as it was to get them over my butt on the way up, if not harder! I shook my hea

On a site like this (well, like the one with the contest I'm writing for), everyone's a (wannabe) porn star.

Finding the light switch in the en suite, I flipped on the lights and was unsurprised that it was dimly illuminated by the same deep yellow sconces. At least there was a cohesive theme, right? Right! Who said that? No one. Hmmmm… I put my toiletries on the counter near the sink, and I grabbed my loofa, soap, and shampoo. I thought again and decided I should grab the razor and shaving cream. I set up the ring light and camera on the tripod, and I pressed Record: "Hey guys again! It's

I yawned and stretched my arms up over my head. I looked around, momentarily disoriented about where I was: Right, the house. Money, inheritance, dead Great Uncle Sanders. Stay overnight or longer. I ran my right hand over my left shoulder and upper arm go get the feeling back, I apparently dozed off and it had gone a bit numb. Wait— when did my flannel shirt have the sleeves ripped off? That wasn't very functional but it could be hot. I mean, I guess the fireplace kept the room warm eno

Is that a bad noise? He's not going to be left with 13hrs of static, but there will be a "did that really just happen?" and he checks his phone. No James Woods being a jerk, though he also probably won't get a hefty grant.

Do you remember the end of Contact?

I looked around the room, trying to find something to attach the Chimppod to while I jerked off, then maybe I'd go exploring. I'd been getting hornier and hornier since I came into this house, especially the room, and I didn't know why. Maybe it was the general excitement of staying in a massive house, or of even owning it— no, not owning it, I'm selling this sucker! but maybe not I mean, I guess it could be nice to have, but no, it's in the middle of Fuckville Nowhere. Speaking of Fuckvill

Stay tuned for "Chapter 5" . Or 6. Depends on how panicked I am about finishing in time. Ch 4s are going to be pairs interacting, the goal was 5s will be three, 6 will be all, 7 will be the finale. I might skip 5s.

Hmmmm… wash up, exercise, explore, sensual shower, or bed? So many choices, and there might be an order of operations to some of them, or even multiple instances. What to do, what to do, what to … film. My head felt cobwebby and I shook it, sure I'd knock the rocks out, but all I succeeded in doing was smacking myself with my ponytail. I took stock of the room: Just the dresser, mirror, and four-poster bed. Sleeping bag, camera gear, and a few assorted other things. Warm denim shirt— w

That said: Is this "incest?" I struggled with placing that as a content warning. I mean, if I have sex with my twin from another universe, is that masturbation, incest, just sex?

It's not going to be a matter-antimatter annihilation – trust in the magic of Halloween – but things might be "interesting" for William out there in the void.

I wasn't sure what to do: The voice freaked me out, I was sure it was really real, but that would mean someone else was in the house. Someone who wanted to play but disappeared when I looked for them. I shivered a little, despite the warmth of the room. I looked around, seeing two points of ingress: The hallway through which I'd entered, and one along the adjacent wall that went deeper into the house. No doors and no locks. I shivered again. I walked slowly towards the hall through whi

Check out the next chapter, which is live. It should make things make a lot more sense.

Ow, my head. It felt like my body – and especially my brain – was being pulled apart and stretched like putty that had been left out too long and was dry. As if there was some give, but I was at the edge of just breaking apart. My breathing labored, my eyes felt dry as my head pounded and I looked around expecting to see the house's foyer, or maybe the floor because maybe I was laying down. I didn't see anything, just blackness, with no hint of shadow nor shading. I tried to move, only

I shook my head. That was weird. For a moment I had felt like I was grabbed and ripped apart, but now, everything looks fine. I patted my pocket, my phone was still there. Bags on my right shoulder, check. Looked back to the closed front door, check. Okay, maybe I just had a panic attack. Still holding the flashlight, I shone it around the entryway, which was a nice, proper foyer: Wood floor, nice inlay design, semi-spiral staircase leading up, and various rooms to all sides. Fuckin'

Yeah, part of the problem with one chapter per day. Picture chapter 1 as the root of the tree. When William was pulled into the house, he was split apart into several different versions of himself. Each one is getting toyed with by a different ghost in a different layer/dimension/whatever of the house. The main trunk of the tree is still William, and he will have his own chapter 2 version that will give some of the exposition I am right now. The story will follow each version as they meet up and eventually come back together at the top, singular main trunk of the tree by morning. This is a very different way of non-linear storytelling that I sincerely doubt many – if any – have done on this site. When the whole thing is posted, one could read it as each "Chapter #, [person]" and get a story, and then go back to the beginning and read it for a different [person]. Or, one could read it linearly as I'm writing it, seeing what each version of the singular main character is going / have happening to him at a given point in time. The site with the contest actually has that choose-your-own-adventure kind of structure allowed / built in, so it makes slightly more sense. But, I wanted to also post it here. I do realize that by having SIX different versions of the main character – plus the original – it makes a little less sense here until we get to "chapter 8" which will be labeled as "Chapter 2: William, 6pm" and goes live on Saturday.

I shook my head. That was weird. For a moment I had felt like I was grabbed and ripped apart, but now, everything looks fine. I patted my pocket, my phone was still there. Bags on my right shoulder, check. Looked back to the closed front door, check. Okay, maybe I just had a panic attack. Still holding the flashlight, I shone it around the entryway, which was a nice, proper foyer: Wood floor, nice inlay design, semi-spiral staircase leading up, and various rooms to all sides. Keen.

And growing larger!

I shook my head. That was weird. For a moment I had felt like I was grabbed and ripped apart, but now, everything looks fine. I patted my pocket, my phone was still there. Bags on my right shoulder, check. Looked back to the closed front door, check. Okay, maybe I just had a panic attack. Still holding the flashlight, I shone it around the entryway, which was a nice, proper foyer: Wood floor, nice inlay design, semi-spiral staircase leading up, and various rooms to all sides. Rad. I

Gosh, it's almost like you're reading my mind on where the mystery and plot are headed! At the moment, I'm envisioning 5 chapters of all the different versions, the intro, and wrap-up. It'll be past Halloween by the time that's all posted here, but I'll have it done by October 31 for the other site since that's the deadline for the contest.

No comment. Which is, itself, a comment. Because I'm making a comment. Hmmm.... it's like the last item on a To Do list: Do Not Check This Box.