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

 The blistering New Mexico heat bared down on Douglas' '99 Chevrolet Cavalier. The small blue coupe meandered up I-25, enroute from Las Cruces to Santa Fe. The old man quietly sighed to himself, fruitlessly trying to think of a better pitch to sell his Solar Panels to the rich folks up in Albuquerque. Las Cruces ended up being a bust, just as much as Tucson: the damn things were just too expensive up front. Not that the company gave a single damn, quotas are quotas. Thus, still empty handed, he passed the exit sign for Socorro- still an hour until he'd reach his destination. As he passed the exit, he noticed a bright red glint a bit further up the road. Douglas adjusted his glasses, squinting his eyes to see. He slowed down on the empty highway as the sight became clearer. It was a car. In fact, it was a bright red '67 Mustang; it's owner leaned on the hood as black smoke bellowed from the tailpipe. Douglas looked down at his watch, knowing fully well that he needed...

  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 wo...

  Every now and again, I like to go up to the human world. Just to see what kind of unholy pleasures I can give to God’s more… alluring creations. Sure, it can get kind of dry and boring hypnotizing and fucking every single sexy mancandy that walks my way. What can I say, even Incubus have needs too! All these vanilla boys. All they think they want is a hefty cock shoved up their ass and evidently that is the fuck of the century. C’mon. Spice it up. Where’s the whip? Where’s the cuffs? Where’s the leather and the rubber and the face buried in my boots? All you gays out there that think that you’re hot shit because you can take my massive cock need to shape up! That’s where I come in. I’m the one who you see at the end of the bar, winking and staring you down. I’m the one in the dark alley jacking off, inviting you with just the tip of my finger. I’m the one that you dream about every night, fulfilling every nasty fucked up fantasy you have in mind. Call me a Sex God if you like, it...

  “It’s on the house, brother. That guy over there paid for it already.” The bartender handed you the Amaretto Sour, and pointed down the empty bar to a guy at the end. You didn’t recognize him. It’d be impossible for you to forget a gorgeous man like that. He shot you a glance with two big blue eyes, and you felt your stomach drop. He winked at you, grabbed his drink, and walked away. In your head, you know he wanted you to follow him. Trying to play it cool, you causally glance around the bar, hoping to see where he ended up, only to see him by the entrance to the smoking alley. He’s still watching you with that adorable smirk on his face. Despite the muscles, tattoos, piercings, and all around bad boy persona, there was a sense of genuine innocence behind his eyes. You knew he was a good catch. You down your drink and the remains of a tequila shot next to you, and approach the guy. Up close he’s even more delectable than before, his breath smells of Orange Tic Tacs, and a sprawl...

  Braeden was your typical Instagram-famous selfie star. Adorable, innocent, good natured, and of course, a bit vain. He had approximately 42,000 followers, who worshipped his every move. To any outsider, Braeden was the most fortunate kid around! He came from a poor background, but with the strangest stroke of luck around every decision, nothing bad ever seemed to come his way. He released a song he wrote on Youtube, he had 100,000 views. He drew up an anime character while bored in class: a designer saw the clothing it was wearing and bought the design for $30,000. No matter what this kid did, it always turned out for the better. Behind the scenes, and unbeknownst to him, a dark force swarmed constantly swarmed about him.  One bright and sunny day, Braeden was doing his typical Friday vlog in Ramsden Park, when in the corner of his eye, he spotted a strange boy watching him from behind a tree. This vlog, however, retained his absolute attention, as it was regarding his upcom...

  You had no idea what to be for Halloween. What made it even worse was the fact that you were visiting your best friends in New York City. They invited you to a costume party at a huge club. Not wanting to disappoint your friends, you did your damnedest to make the coolest costume ever, and you totally succeeded! That is, until your luggage got lost at LaGuardia. Now, you’re on the subway on Halloween, heading toward your friend’s place in the Village, completely without a costume. Completely enveloped in your phone, you neglect to see the punk kid sit across from you and begin to stare at you. It isn’t until your phone dies (DAMN IT!) that you notice him. He is young, covered in piercings in a spikey leather jacket. His red skin and horns, accompanied by his completely red pupils alluded to a demon costume. To be honest, the makeup is really impressive! He really went all out for that! You give the kid a thumbs up, showing you approve of his amazing get up. In response, he licks ...

It had been a long day. Justin finished the day with 225 lb deadlift, and was ready to bring LSU to the finals. Football was his life, it always had been, but it truly exhausted him. So, when he came home from practice, aside from a whey shake, he immediately hit the hay. However, on a night like Friday the 13th, with a full blood moon, perhaps it would have been a better idea to be more diligent. You see, its on nights like those that Louisianians worry about ghosts and demons being out on the prowl. But, from the comfort of his king sized sleep number bed, Justin slept rather soundly.  Thus, he wasn’t conscious to see the strange black form crawling out of the ceiling. A shadowy, dark mass manifested in the corner of the room, forming the outline of a masculine hulk with large, twisted horns. It’s large, flaccid cock dragged along the shag carpet as it approached Justin. Two glowing red eyes observed the peaceful jock, blissfully asleep. A bellowing laugh echoed in the suddenly c...