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Lucas woke up not to the groggy haze of sleep, but to a surge of pure, divine energy. The weak morning light filtering through the blinds of his own apartment wasn’t an intrusion; it was a spotlight. He lay still, cataloging the sensations. The gnawing ache in his gut, the constant, ravenous companion of the last few weeks, was gone. In its place was a deep, thrumming power, a cellular hum that vibrated from the marrow of his bones to the surface of his skin. The world was in high definition.
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Santa didn't give Claus more than a moment to recover his breath. The silence of the room was now thick, broken only by the wet, rhythmic huffs escaping the hole in the bridle and the steady click-pulse of the crimson nose. "The time for playing is over, Rudolph," Santa rumbled, as he finally pulled off his crimson robe, just standing there in his boots, his jockstrap and a fur-trimmed Santa cap. "Now, we work until the student is gone and only my Lead Bull remains." He stepped be
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Santa stood tall, the leather girdle still vibrating slightly in his hand from the sharp crack against Claus's behind. Claus's knees had almost buckled, but he remained standing, his knees locked and trembling. His breath came in jagged, shallow hitches. The sting of the leather girdle was a hot, electric line of fire that kept his mind from drifting too far into the post-orgasmic fog. Santa didn't offer a word of comfort or a steadying hand. He simply watched for a moment, his eyes trackin
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He barely remembered getting back to the locker room. The only sensations reaching him were the sting of cold air on his skin and the echo of slamming doors. His hands refused to unclench. He could feel the ache in his jaw from grinding his teeth, a slow, dull pulse in time with his heart. What was he doing or why? He paced the length of the lockers, unsure where to go. He couldn’t stay here. For a moment he thought about smashing his fist into the mirror, but the urge passed. He wanted to
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The dark void behind the blindfold stunned him, but his other senses went on high alert. The air brought a wave of heat and a scent that hit Claus like a physical weight: leather, and the deep, masculine musk of the man in red. Some rustling. Something cool and smooth settled over Claus’s bare shoulders. It was heavy—far heavier than a shirt—sliding over his skin with cool, predatory smoothness. A cold shock of metal, pieces of it pressed against his sternum. Loose straps dangled down his
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Guys, this was just the light foreplay… Now I’m not sure if you’re ready to read the rest ?! 😱
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The final strike against the door didn't just rattle the wood; it vibrated through the floorboards and up into the soles of Claus’s bare feet. He stood frozen behind the door, his pulse a frantic staccato against his ribs. Claus took a jagged breath, his fingers fumbling with the handle until the lock finally clicked back. He pulled. Claus stood frozen, the draft from the hallway chilling the bare skin of his legs. He expected a lecture, but Santa just stood there, filling the doorframe lik
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I’m currently gathering material/ideas for a story involving a football coach and two young (legal age) guys. Coach catches them experimenting with bondage, directs them (not touching them himself) on how to do it safely. Seriously, a lot of things can go wrong there … After learning a few tricks they decide to have their way with coach, showing him their “gratitude”, involving the team… Of course, I don’t want to write anything wrong, and this takes a lot of research and I might not actually release it. If it’s released, it’ll probably be called “Forced Touchdown” (at least that’s my working title) and it’ll be on my Patreon. Not sure if it’ll be suitable for GA, even if there is a lot of story/development involved.
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The Haunting of Lady MacBitch
Jack Poignet commented on Rafy's story chapter in The Haunting of Lady MacBitch
As far as I know, @Rafy‘s actually not very experienced at „Tucking“ (things away) This story was done on a spontaneous whim, he hasn‘t prepared anything longer atm… unless he wants to start publishing the chapters of his first book on here? (https://www.amazon.com/-/de/dp/B0FKL5CPZY/ref=sr_1_2?__mk_de_DE=ÅMÅŽÕÑ&crid=1QUV751H5W71S&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.3tpfYdeatqgJxnwkx3Kfa9xWjhD5Uc5s7XDm3kcvQgjGjHj071QN20LucGBJIEps.mkyz2_H3XqHRKvcs6yaSMp30CmbUPGDQxL8lNXFuspE&dib_tag=se&keywords=Rafael+Sparkles&qid=1766352424&s=digital-text&sprefix=rafael+sparkles%2Cdigital-text%2C213&sr=1-2) I agree with him, the book needs a better name and definitely a better cover (He‘s sitting right next to me at the moment, so these are his words ) -
The Haunting of Lady MacBitch
Jack Poignet commented on Rafy's story chapter in The Haunting of Lady MacBitch
Have you forgotten to link the video? Surely there must be one… -
I have corrected the „first ever college apartment“ to a more fitting „first ever away from home place.“ It sounds a bit clumsy, but it serves the purpose I also assume his dorm room (not an apartment ) is large enough for his parents to squeeze in for a short time. I have also removed the unnecessary information „varsity rowing captain“ and replaced it with „Santa‘s lap“. After all, I haven’t done anything with that info in the second chapter. Thanks for helping me make the story better!
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I‘m afraid that‘s not part of the next chapter, after all it‘s a Christmas themed story (cough, cough,…) I might want to explore this in another story though.
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Sorry, I‘ve never been on an college/university campus in the US and things work differently in much of the rest of the world… I’m afraid not everything might be 100% accurate. I do understand however the need for every detail in such a story to be accurate and I‘ll try my best not to mess up again in chapter 2.
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As always, I‘m trying to write something that hasn‘t been written a hundred times before… hope it‘ll as fascinating as you expect it to be 🤔
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I have just checked the draft of the next chapter and yes, you are right. No sugarplums are mentioned
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The air in the "North Pole Experience" was a suffocating blend of artificial pine, sugar-cookie candles, and the frantic energy of three hundred families with little kids. Claus's vision blurred from the humidity, making the flashing LEDs of a dozen animatronic reindeer look like psychedelic stars. They flanked the red carpet, their glassy eyes staring ahead, their mechanical necks clicking rhythmically as if judging everyone who walked past. "Move it along, honey! This is our last stop bef
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When a cocky moment of teasing at the mall goes too far, nineteen-year-old Claus discovers that "Santa"—actually his massive campus gym crush, Julian—has a very different tradition for those on the Naughty List. This high-heat, authoritarian erotic tale follows the transformation of a "naughty boy" into a bound and bridled replacement for a spooked Rudolph. Once Claus is alone with Santa in his dorm, the jolly mall persona vanishes, replaced by a dominant, leather-clad Saint Nick with a burlap sack full of toys that are definitely not for kids. These are not your usual reindeer games.
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Lucas didn’t remember falling asleep. He didn’t remember waking either—only opening his eyes to the apartment ceiling, the air thick with the sour tang of sweat and something sharp, almost electrical. The ache in his chest was worse than yesterday, deep and coiling, like pressure building inside the cage of his ribs. It wasn’t hunger, not exactly. It was the need to grow. He flexed his hands. They trembled with a tight vibration, the way a machine shakes when it’s running just beyond capaci
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You are not the first to ask this question. There‘s a huge opportunity for a longer story about Elias here….
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Info: I've slightly revised the first five chapters (Jake's got a bigger role). Now the new story part begins. Also: There's several more chapters on my Patreon.
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The Forge bellowed with the hammering of metal, the hiss of hydraulics, the feral undertones of breathless exertion. The very walls seemed to sweat. In the pit, Lucas moved through the press of bodies like a shark slicing a swarm of dumb, oblivious fish—never a wasted movement, each step and flex calibrated for maximum predation. He lived for these moments, when The Forge belonged to him and every living thing inside it fell under his gravitational field. Tonight, the gym was packed beyond
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December CSR Feature: Darkest Days (The Wild Hunt) by Jack Poignet
Jack Poignet commented on Cia's blog entry in Gay Authors News
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Yay, I found the “origin” of this story again. It developed from the comments on this post:
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Act II - For The First Time In Forever
Jack Poignet commented on Jack Poignet's story chapter in Act II - For The First Time In Forever
Glad you’re enjoying that detail. The story is getting a lot darker in tone now, hope you’ll still be able to enjoy it
