Shop Exchange

Shane smirked as he walked around the dingy little corner shop, it had become his daily ritual to go in and pocket whatever he fancied before heading to his mates house. The fat indian clerk, Vikram would just stare at him never even attempting to stop him. Shane thought Vikram was pathetic, old, smelly, obese and barely able to stand behind the counter without sweating, it was why Shane has chosen this place to steal from so regularly. Shane looked down and had a sudden craving for chocolate he grabbed a large expensive bar and started sliding it into his bag even as Vikram waddled behind.

"Stop that or I call police!" Vikram said in broken English

"Fuck off you fat, old cunt" Shane spat back

Dedicated

 

Brayden posed for his company photo, the young, arrogant finance bro eager to get his photo up on the wall. It had been easy for Brayden to get a job straight from college with his uncle knowing the boss and the head of recruiting being from the same fraternity. He was quickly given a respected position, a small team to manage and a six figure starting salary. However, Brayden wasn’t content with his generous salary as his spending habits, numerous parties and lavish lifestyle demanded more cash. After only a year his greed and entitlement got the better of him, he wanted more and he felt like he deserved more. Brayden found it relatively easy to gain access to the funds he desired and even easier to divert it to his pocket. It started off small with made up company expenses and as Brayden got away with taking more money he soon had two made up employee salaries that were going straight to his bank account. Brayden never really saw it as embezzlement but rather getting what he was owed and what he needed to satisfy his many girlfriends, fund his many vacations and maintain his penthouse property. Brayden was having the time of his life, fucking a different girl every night, partying with his best bro’s every weekend and living in pure luxury. Brayden felt on top of the world, that was until today when he had sauntered into his office and found a letter addressed to him on his desk. 

Influencer

Travis sat slumped on the edge of his bed in his cosy apartment, the walls were adorned with rainbow flags, posters of iconic gay activists, and shelves lined with queer literature that he cherished. At 22, Travis was a cute, hairy guy with a trim build that had proven to be very popular on dating apps. Travis sighed as he sat on his bed, his dark chest fur peeking out from the collar of his new t-shirt emblazoned with a supportive message for LGBTQ+ rights and a brand that donated to equality causes. He'd just posted a photo of himself wearing it, beaming with pride at a recent pride event recap, hoping this would be the one to boost his fledgling influencer career. But as he refreshed the app obsessively the likes trickled in at a pathetic rate, he barely had a dozen after an hour and with zero comments there was practically no engagement at all.


Travis’s heart sank, all his efforts on gay events, parades, activism, and book reviews felt futile. "Why bother?" he muttered to himself, the dream of building a community and making a difference slipping away like sand through his fingers. Disheartened and on the verge of tears, Travis stared at his phone screen. From a slight trembling lip he whispered a desperate wish aloud


"I just wish I could be successful on social media. Anything to make this work."

Dream

Austin couldn’t help but let out a little satisfied moan as he saw his favourite porn star had just posted, his free hand already pulling down his shorts and sliding into the pouch of his thong. It was only a picture of Malik, but it was of his beautiful black chiselled muscles, his handsome face with his alluring piercing stare and of course his thick, 10 inch cock and full pendulous balls fully on display. Austin has seen that giant cock thousands of times but still every time he saw it his hole twitched and his own much smaller cock started to grow hard. Austin thought Malik was perfect and his interest only grew when he found out that they lived in the same city. Austin was always vigilant at the local gay bars, always checking Malik’s socials to see where he hung out and always commenting on his posts in the faint hope that Malik would notice him and most importantly want to fuck him. 

Plumber

 Porter and Gideon had no idea that knocking on the next house would throw both of their worlds into disarray, they were just hoping to spread the good word of God to people in their community. How were they to know that they were about to knock on the door of a very agitated and very gay warlock who had become exceedingly frustrated with the pipes in his home. If both men had known they might have ran a mile but instead they plastered on their fake smiles and happily knocked away hoping for another soul to save, unfortunately it would be Porter and Gideon that would need saving as a slim, bewildered and angry bearded man opened the door.

“Good afternoon sir, do you have time for us to tell you the words of the lord and saviour?” Porter smiled.

Gideon smiled and looked at the hairy fellow in front of him and then at the home behind him. Scanning quickly he soon noticed the small rainbow flag poking out of a vase next to the door side table along with some keys and what looked like a book on frog anatomy. “We believe that God has a plan for all of his children and we hope to save those who are living in sin and get them back on the righteous path. Remember God loves you.”

The warlock, already annoyed, was about to slam the door on the pair of smiling idiots when the gurgle of his pipes once again echoed around his house, his magical attempts at fixing his home had continuously failed but now looking at the fools on his doorstep he had an idea. The warlock's face relaxed as he then feigned concern “Does he love me? Do you believe that you could save me?”

“Of course sir! Everyone can be saved by the love and teachings of our lord” Gideon responded happily sensing that they had possibly come across someone they could convert.

Holiday

 

Tyler smiled and posed for the picture as the sun shone down on him and the Brighton seafront. He was having the best time on vacation in England and the pier at Brighton along with the warm sand, blue sea and jolly atmosphere, made everything so picturesque and quaint. This town was so different from the busy, American cities he had spent most of his life in. The quaint little shops and cafes were a world away from the 24//7 convenience stores or line down the street bagel shops. Tyler couldn’t help but smile as a group of girls caught his eye and giggled to each other. At 6'2 with sun kissed skin, rippling abs from years of gym dedication, a chiseled jawline, and tousled dark hair the 28-year-old cocky stud had fallen head over heels for this quirky British seaside town and all the attention he was getting. Tyler stood in awe and began to picture himself living here. The salty breeze and the sweet smell of doughnuts and candy floss tickled his nose, the sounds of arcades and seagulls, the endless stretch of pebble beach and calm sea just made everything so perfect.


"Fuck, this place is perfect," Tyler muttered to himself, a smug grin plastered over his handsome face. "I wish I could stay here forever." 

Oblivious (Giant) 3

 

Kent happily pumped his cock as he spent another night in his apartment gooning to porn, this one was a particular busy scene with two busty blondes fighting over who would get to be fucked by the guy first. Kent grinned as he fantasised about being that man, having women fight over his cock, to be desired so much that two people wanted to fuck him at the same time. Kent grunted as he was on the verge of cumming as his wish exited his mouth “I wish I was in a threesome” he said as he shot his sad pathetic load into his hand and his 2 inch cock already started to deflate. Unfortunately for the gooner the Trickster had listened to his wish and was all too happy to grant it, with a snap of his fingers Kent was engulfed in green smoke.