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

  His prey sat quietly across the classroom, oblivious to his insidious agenda from afar. True he was one of the most well-respected kids in school: sports star, gorgeous, stacked, hung… There wasn’t a lady or a guy that didn’t want to either be him, or be with him. And yet, even at the top of the mountain, being so far removed from everyone else started to weigh down on him. No one was ever on his level. No one could ever fill this void of broish fraternity. Not even his teammates could match him, and this bothered him immensely. So, the devious jock hatched a plan. This kid had a crush on him. It was so obvious that he even toyed with him constantly. He’d be caught in the locker room without his shorts on, he’d forget his deodorant one day, he’d kick his shoes off and lounge in his seat, he’d ride past on his motorcycle… Each time getting a kick out of this boy who had a serious affinity for him. This made him the ideal target. He’d be getting exactly what he wanted… And it’d be ...

  There’s nothing more amazing than having possessed a body. Being dead gets kinda fuckin’ awful, bruh. You’re floating around, looking at others live their lives, knowing you’d live it better… I mean, that’s Emilio! Look at him. He’s got so much potential, and he’d rather be taking fuckin’ filter selfies on Instagram for his 300 followers. If only he’d have hit the gym for a few years, joined the football team… Woulda been a whole different story. He wouldn’t have needed my help. But, I mean, I can’t complain. Profits flow upward, bruh. I’m in charge now, so I get the gold. So first of all, that tackle was bullshit. We were winning, some fucker had to come knock the life outta me and shut down our sports program. I watched the school get less and less swole, less fit, and it killed me. I needed to do something. That’s where little Emilio came into play.  He was a little prep. You know, that little shit who would walk around and talk shit about people he doesn’t even know. He ...

  “Welcome to Libertine Hall!” Warren stared at the hulking man in front of him, his first impression of the school was this odorous bear masquerading as a gym instructor? His breath stank of cigars, and his very fitted Nike Dri-Fit shirt ironically was stained in several places with questionable substances. The man introduced himself as Professor Saylor, director of Athletics. Warren gingerly shook the man’s hand, clearly anxiety ridden enough from his journey to the school. “So, your parents dropped ya off here? No baggage?” Warren shrugged, and said nothing, maintaining a wall of silence. “Alright, well, don’t worry. You’re gonna love it here. Come on in.”  Warren entered the gigantic ebony door into the gigantic gothic mansion, absolutely shocked by the opulence. He had never seen such grandeur for a meager boarding school. He would know. He’d been to about three already, each one more strict as the last. You see, Warren’s parents were filthy rich, but not exactly very nur...

  Terrence hated his cousin. Sam was a megajock football player who always knew just how to push his buttons. So when his mom gave him an ultimatum of having Sam train him and help him get on the football team, or having his new PS4 trashed, it was an easy but nasty decision. When Terrence showed up at the team locker room after school that day, he had no idea what was in store for him. He called out his cousins name into the echoing locker room, and heard a quiet chuckle from further inside.  “Just get in here, Terry boy.” Sam called out, hidden by the dim lights and tall green lockers. As Terrence approached him, the familiar stench of Sam wafted in the air. Its strange combination of Old Spice and b.o. completely invaded the nostrils. Sam knew that he was very sensitive to smell- even his moms lavender candle was too much for him to handle. So, he hadn’t showered since morning practice. Sam stood near his locker, taping his fingers. Without even turning to look at him, he l...

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...