Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

  Ted looked down at his watch, of course the flight was delayed. It’s not as if he were on a time crunch anyway, a few weeks off in Miami and Key West would be exactly the right way to spend his hard earned vacation time. He’d always been a workhorse, barely eating, barely sleeping, just going hard every day for the last nine months until he was a zombie: skin and bones. All those hours added up, and thank god he’d been able to use them against his boss-all in all he’d accumulated 14 days of vacation days, and it was finally time to cash in. It seemed, however, that Delta had different plans. The flight was now delayed almost an hour thanks to “difficulties” in Atlanta and Ted was then left to occupy himself in the terminal for the next 45-50 minutes. He sighed, the thought of the white sandy beaches and rolling turquoise waves was beckoning to him from the vast beyond. He’d be there soon enough. Pulling out his phone, he did what any self-respecting 20 something year old twink would

“Fifth time this month he’s late.” From behind his desk, James tried desperately to distract himself from just how furious he was. Daniel was not a particularly bad performer as far as his work was concerned, but he was a somewhat laxidasical employee when it came to the everyday expectations that the Vita Corporation expected of him. That would be to be on time, to respect authority, to not slack off in his cubicle… Basic fundamental things that make a corporate office run smoothly and efficiently. Looking down at Daniel’s file, James was preparing himself to ream the disobedient subordinate during this employee review. Thus, precisely three and a half minutes past the hour when Daniel entered his office, it shouldn’t have come as a shock. “You’re late Mr. Fordham. Sit down.” The harsh tone that James spat at the young man was absolutely intended to frighten the young marketing executive, though in typical fashion for the Aussie fella he was, Danny sat down on the bench entirely unper

Tyler walked into the university gym for the very first time. The hot, heavy air hung low in the brick cavern, with his school’s athletes training hard in every corner. All of them big, thick, sweaty, and smelly- one of the two main reasons he’d avoided the gym for his first semester, the other being the intense insecurity he felt being surrounded by guys who at the bare minimum knew what they were doing. All these men seemed to effortlessly use these machines, these strange different weights like the mysterious kettlebell… And there he would be, somehow fucking up the pec fly machine. As he flashed his student id against the scanner, the loud ping of the system logging his entrance was enough to have a few of the patrons heads turn in his direction, all of which smiling and chuckling to themselves. He quietly returned his id to his wallet and tried to make an a-line to the locker room, only to be intercepted by a loud brutish voice calling him out. Tyler shut his eyes and sighed, grea

He was a foot pig. Anyone around him would easily be able to tell you that: Zeke Tyler was a creepy smelly foot fetishist. If he were honest with himself, he’d perhaps be a bit more self aware about his… questionable tactics in obtaining his collection of ripe sneakers, but Zeke was too enveloped in his own sense of lust and objectification that he didn’t even stop to think about the minute fact that he was stealing from these random dudes. In his mind, he was just… reappropriating their shoes. That muscle daddy from the gym wouldn’t miss his rank Adidas, he’d needed to buy new ones anyway! Those ripe harness boots from the biker jock were better off in his adoring hands, the dude left them all alone at the rest stop while he aired his feet out. The frat bro that would leave his Sperries on the front porch would leave them out there every night, he was basically asking for them to be taken! Those Checkerboard Vans from that skater punk, the smelliest of the bunch, they just deserved to

Kyle and Liam stepped off the rickety old airplane, immediately being smacked in the face with the hot southern humidity. Landing in Meridian, Mississippi the two Chicagoan city slickers dreaded the next three months that lay ahead. They were gay boyfriends in a deep South state, staying with Kyle’s backwater family in the country- so being nervous was understandable at the least. However, it was easily noticeable the absolute disdain they held for the “redneck” lifestyle that the Braxton family lived. All they were there to do was to finish picking up the last of Kyle’s things before the Fall Semester started, and they could probably duck out early from their hillbilly hell. The extent to their distaste would only grow more and more when they walked out of the tiny terminal, bags in hand, only for Kyle to immediately put his face in his palm. There, at the edge of the parking lot was his cousin Harley standing next to his jacked up F-150, clearly fresh out of the pastures or off the f