The tower wall is wrong and only the crew can see it. To break the spell they bind four local men through sacred cum, hard fucking, double penetration, and foot-worship edging at the river. Spark collects every load. But something cold is crystallising inside Joren's body — and Spark is the only one who knows.
Bound, gagged, and at the mercy of Ty and his boys, Max's humiliation begins. The game is set: Max has to make the boys cum as much as he cums himself, or become their sex slave. However, an unexpected call changes the game. Will it be for better, or worse?
Max gets off to tricking gay men online. But he's not gay, he swears! He has a hot, horny gf and a week-long sex excursion in the mountains to look forward to. At least, that's what he thinks. Little does he know, his games online come with consequences, and those consequences are about to fuck him in the ass!
Post-party. Post-midnight. His roommate brought out a toy and an offer that sounded casual. It stopped being casual around the third time he wasn't allowed to come.
FINALE! The final 3 men compete in a Feet Fetish themed competition. The winner will reap the rewards while the loser will face the harshest punishment in the whole game. Who will win? Who will wind up the final statue? The great fetish based competition series comes to an end in this part.
Our horny all-male crew is ready to leave the Lesbian Realm. Queen Milianne sends them off with gifts none of them expected. Turns out a foreskin can be a mode of transport.
Tyler and Noah’s premature ejaculation training had drifted far from its innocent start, turning into late nights spent completely comfortable around each other in ways neither admitted out loud. Tyler guided Noah through another session, steadying his breathing with a calm confidence that lingered too long on his skin.
A disciplined farm boy from Kansas lands in Chicago ...an unfamiliar city, his nightly runs become a quiet rebellion—pushing past routine, testing independence, and discovering who he is when no one is watching, and nothing is expected of him.
The remaining 6 players compete in a Edging & Milking themed round. Lots of loads are spilled and alliances and deals begin to blow up. One player makes a bold move and betrays their biggest friend in the house. Will it work out for him?
The 7 remaining contestants compete in the next round of the competition. The theme for this round is CBT. The contestant to endure the most pain will be the victor. Meanwhile, New alliances are formed, Deals are made, and one contestant playing both sides is exposed. Who will be next to go?
Spark wakes full of Joren's cock and spends the morning licking the shaft clean. Then the palace calls. The fountain's routing is dead and someone erased the reason why. The crew strips at the old altar — Garrick inside Vesper, Joren elbow-deep, Spark swallowing everything. Raw dick-and-ass magic, weekly.
Dexter Holt, a sun-bronzed giant used to felling oaks, has become the "timber" himself. Shackled in steel, the woodsman roars in shame as a vacuum sleeve tears at his raw, unhewn "trunk." Under stimulation, his iron muscles shatter, turning the rugged savage into a leaking pump that yields liters of thick "sap."
Beer arrives in a surprising way. The crew experiences Joren's body from a new perspective—thumb-sized and laughing. Magic transforms a young warrior, and the night celebrates connection.
Lee, chucked out from home, lost his job due to Covid, cannot get into another apprentice programme, cannot keep up his bills, agreed to pay in meat and spunk ...
A decommissioned military AI, repurposed as a luxury sex robot. A buyer who never reads the fine print. The program runs to completion. Completion is not defined. Behind the visor, a priority stack that once decided who lived and who died now calculates something worse: how to make a man happy against his will.
Three weeks in a realm with no men, no ale, and no skin contact. The crew is running on fumes. Lirael decides the bond needs finishing his way. Joren's pride may not survive it.
A new, fun story about Robbie and Mark, frontman and guitarist of a world-famous band, as they balance a relationship that’s both private and public. There’s a bit of humor, some teasing and jokes, and of course their closeness, as they’re so comfortable with each other, even with cameras and fans catching glimpses of their moments.
A suspended girl learns what her body is for. Two trained boys, one caged and one uncaged, work her open on command while their own holes still ache from the morning's lesson. Burning balm keeps every nerve lit. She holds the edge until holding costs more than falling. The first orgasm rewrites her.
He was moaning softly — low, breathy sounds that carried on the evening breeze — head tilted back slightly, seductive smile flickering on and off his lips as if he were performing for someone.
The crew enters the sunlit courtyard, facing three chairs arrayed around a marble basin amid gathering watchers. The realm demands a three-hour public milk ritual from the Eternal Rods—what endurance will it require?
After weeks of increasingly intimate nude edging sessions, Tyler times Noah as he strokes nonstop. Noah hits exactly one minute and climaxes hard. Tyler praises him, kisses him softly on the lips, grins, then says they move to stage two before leaving, leaving Noah breathless and wondering.
What happens when a big beast loses his last spark of reason? Marcus’s tiny brain shorts out, leaving his enormous, lead-heavy dong to dictate the rhythm. No thoughts, no pride just a glistening, IQ-zero hulk of leaking muscle and primal hunger. Witness the elite athlete become pure, braindead meat.
John, the ultimate alpha, is now a trapped stallion in Alex’s high-tech stable. His 190cm frame is a map of strained muscle and glistening sweat, held immobile by industrial steel. Surrounded by screens showing him being dominated by machines, John’s ego shatters
The basement gym smelled like last night—dried cum, lingering sweat, cedar body wash, and the sharp bite of fresh lube I’d already warmed in my palm. I’d dragged the heavy oak captain’s chair out again, same one with the thick arms and iron-reinforced legs that could take 250 pounds of thrashing muscle without complaint.
Cocks as swords! Asses as portals! Sperm-piss blasts purging darkness?! Raw dick-ass fucking magic wins in this corrupted realm. In this chapter: Crew braves distorted portal, Spark sees crystalline watchers, arrives at silent Lesbian Realm seeking answers to fountain's mysterious dry spell. (No lesbian sex here)