u/HazyHyacinth

Millennia ago, the advent of shamanism gave humans the ability to achieve supernatural feats of power. Turning into animals, cursing enemies, beguiling muses, even communing with the dead. Wild magic blossomed, until its practice began causing ails to befall the ruling class.

In Babylon, the Code of Hammurabi banned the practice outright. Elsewhere, suspected witches were burned, hanged, crushed, and drowned. Centuries passed and the magic that flowed through the veins of the Earth as a birthright all but vanished.

In modern times, witches are a myth. A legend of a bygone era. A novelty. But the craft has been reignited in the hearts of the young. They dance in the moonlight, burn herbs and brew potions, even divining with the use of cards or stars. They can’t hone the same powers their ancestors did, but they are growing stronger by the day.

Magic, after all, is fueled by belief. You can make only what you think yourself capable of making.

But you are not a witch. You’re quite the opposite in fact.

Millennia ago, your family did not practice wild magic in the wood. Your family hunted down and slaughtered the figures of heretics in the night. You are the scion of witch-hunters.

In modern times, you are a more organized group, your leaders sending commands from afar. And your newest assignment might be your hardest yet. A local town has become suffused with powerful magic. The impossible has become the mundane. It’s up to you to bring order to the chaos, but there’s just one problem…

The coven is made up entirely of super attractive, horny, flirtatious men and women who will stop at nothing to seduce their favorite new neighbor!

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Hey there! So yeah, this is exactly what you think: an adventure putting you in the seat of the witch-hunter where I will play the town, the inhabitants, and the coven, all of whom are different levels of horny for the strapping new hunter who’s come to annihilate then in the night.

Think you can handle a harem of horny witches?

Kinks: Very flexible, but some faves are bondage, verbal, teasing, orgasm control/delay/denial, edging, hold the moan/public, toys/magic, musk/sweat, and facials!

Limits: Vore, Gore, Scat, Vomit, Abuse

Millennia ago, the advent of shamanism gave humans the ability to achieve supernatural feats of power. Turning into animals, cursing enemies, beguiling muses, even communing with the dead. Wild magic blossomed, until its practice began causing ails to befall the ruling class.

In Babylon, the Code of Hammurabi banned the practice outright. Elsewhere, suspected witches were burned, hanged, crushed, and drowned. Centuries passed and the magic that flowed through the veins of the Earth as a birthright all but vanished.

In modern times, witches are a myth. A legend of a bygone era. A novelty. But the craft has been reignited in the hearts of the young. They dance in the moonlight, burn herbs and brew potions, even divining with the use of cards or stars. They can’t hone the same powers their ancestors did, but they are growing stronger by the day.

Magic, after all, is fueled by belief. You can make only what you think yourself capable of making.

But you are not a witch, quite the opposite in fact. Millennia ago, your family did not practice wild magic in the wood. Your family hunted down and slaughtered the figures of heretics in the night. You are the scion of witch-hunters.

In modern times, you are a more organized group, your leaders sending commands from afar. And your newest assignment might be your hardest yet. A local town has become suffused with powerful magic. The impossible has become the mundane. It’s up to you to bring order to the chaos, but there’s just one problem…

The coven is made up entirely of super attractive, horny, flirtatious men!

———

Hey there! So yeah, this is exactly what you think: an adventure putting you in the seat of the witch-hunter where I will play the town, the inhabitants, and the coven, all of whom are different levels of horny for the strapping new hunter who’s come to annihilate then in the night.

Think you can handle a harem of horny witches?

Kinks: Very flexible, but some faves are bondage, verbal, teasing, orgasm control/delay/denial, edging, hold the moan/public, toys/magic, musk/sweat, and facials!

Limits: Vore, Gore, Scat, Vomit, Abuse

Hey guys! Long time lurker, first time poster. I'm largely a writer and roleplayer by trade, so this is my contribution! Includes all kinds of kinks, but mainly cucking, games and punishments, and elements of chastity. Please enjoy!

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The spotlights buzzed to life, flooding the stage with artificial depth and color. The theme song blared over the stage amps - a jazzy rendition of Bruno Mars’ “Marry You.” A sharply dressed man jogged out to roaring applause and waved to the large audience. 

“Thank you! Thank you everybody, you’re too kind. I’m your host, Alex Mercier, and this,” he said, pausing for effect as the applause died down for a moment. “Is Honeymooners! We’ve got some great folks here tonight, I think you’ll just love ‘em, so why don’t we skip to the fun part and invite our soon to be newlyweds out here?”

The crowd gave another cheer, clapping and whistling. Alex chuckled, walking over to a polished oak desk, tall and imposing like a judge’s bench. He didn’t sit just yet, instead opting to stand in front of it and gesture off the stage. 

“First up, he’s deeply in love and boy can he plow…the field, that is! Help me welcome Nolan,” Alex said, waving to a man off stage. 

A man with fiery red hair walked out, nervously smiling at the cameras. He was lanky, taller than Alex and skinnier as well. His arms, visible up to his elbows thanks to his rolled up flannel, were decorated with tattoos of vines, flowers, animals, and a few names. He had gorgeous green eyes and he spoke with a drawl, his words syrupy and measured. 

“Hey, Alex. Thanks for having me.” 

Alex took his hand, shaking it and clapping him on the shoulder. 

“Of course! Now, before we get into introductions, I think there’s someone else in the picture, right?” Alex said knowingly. Nolan just nodded, his freckled cheeks filling with warmth. “He’s got a soft spot for his man, a lawsuit he’s working on, and depending on how this goes, a different man in his bed tonight! Come on out, Weston!”

A blond came out this time, practically skipping over to the other two. He was about Alex’s height with a pale complexion and a pair of glasses obscuring his honeydew eyes. He wasn’t short, but standing next to Nolan he looked petite. After shaking Alex’s hand, he walked up to Nolan and got on his tippy-toes for a kiss. Nolan returned it hesitantly, his eyes fluttering closed as the audience clapped. 

“Alright you lovebirds, enough making me jealous, have a seat,” Alex said with a laugh, finally sitting down behind his desk and taking out a large manilla folder. “Now, before we begin, let’s learn a bit about our contestants tonight. Starting with you, Nolan.”

He slipped on a pair of glasses, similar to Weston’s but obviously only meant for reading. 

“You grew up on a farm, right? And now you’re a fulltime farmer?”

Nolan and Weston had taken a seat by the time Alex had donned his glasses and opened the folder. They shared the loveseat on the stage, neither occupying the lonesome chair beside it. They curled in towards each other naturally, Weston’s head tucked under Nolan’s chin as they snuggled. 

“More like a fulltime farmhand,” Nolan said, waving the hand he didn’t have on Weston’s hip. “I helped my dad up until he couldn’t do as much, but he still runs the operation, I’m just the grunt work.”

Alex nodded, leaning in over the desk. 

“Well you must get pretty sweaty working out in the field. I assume Weston enjoys it well enough, hm?”

Weston snickered as Nolan sputtered. 

“I, uh, I don’t know about all that. He’s always been real supportive of the farm, we met when he helped us defend a lawsuit. He really saved us.” 

Alex gaped, flipping a few pages in the folder. 

“No way, that can’t be how you actually met. That’s too perfect!” he said excitedly. “Weston, is that true?”

Weston smiled, nodding. 

“I had been working with the local bar foundation on some pro bono projects and Nolan’s father had submitted a request to help defend a suit. If he’d lost, it would have allowed some nasty deforestation on his property. A previous owner had signed away certain mineral rights, you see. Long story short, the prior deed transfer was fraudulent and the plaintiff backed down when I got involved, so I really didn’t do anything too impressive.” 

The audience roared with even Alex applauding briefly. 

“Wow, you two seem like you were made for each other! You do know what show you’re on right? Have you had experience involving third parties?”
Nolan winced a bit, but Weston seemed calm enough. He patted Nolan on the forearm. 

“We’re not exactly new to threesomes. We’ve even had some experience with cuckolding, so we didn’t sign up totally blind,” Weston said.

“Now that’s what I love to hear. And just look at Nolan blush! I think I can guess who’s the cuck and who’s the hot husband,” Alex said. “But just in case, care to confirm my suspicions?” 

Weston peeked up at Nolan, motioning for him to respond. Nolan shivered before opening his mouth. 

“I’m usually the cuck. We, well, we tried it once with Weston, but he’s a little too possessive for it to do anything for him,” Nolan said shyly. It was Weston’s turn to blush, but he didn’t contradict his partner. “He says I’m just the right amount of jealous that it melts me.” 

“Aw, this is just too adorable.” Alex closed the folder in front of him and grabbed a stack of laminated cards from under his desk. “Now, we all know the rules, but just in case we’ve got some kinky newcomers, let’s talk shop, eh?”

He tapped the cards against the table, adjusting his glasses. 

“Weston was given a lengthy questionnaire backstage out of Nolan’s earshot. Of those questions, we have selected ten and put them on these cards along with Weston’s corresponding answer. We’ll ask Nolan to give us Weston’s answer. If he gets it right, he adds money to the honeymoon bucket!” 

On the screen above the stage, a graphic of a bucket with a pink bow on the handle appeared. Scrawled in messy handwriting on the exterior of the bucket were the words “Just Married.” 

“They can use this money for anything related to their honeymoon. A tropical resort, a cruise, even a tour of Europe. But if Nolan gets a question wrong, poor Weston has to forfeit some of his personal space. To whom, you might ask? I’m glad you asked! Included with that questionnaire was a gallery of hunks and studs. We asked Weston to pick the hottest and invited him to join us tonight! Come on out, Mr. Bull!” 

A man jogged out looking sinfully underdressed and overconfident. He was as tall as Nolan and much more muscular. He had a dark complexion and had pulled his dreadlocks back into a loose bun. He only had on a tight pair of briefs and a bowtie. 

“This is Connor. He’s a longtime friend of the show and he’s made more than a few hopeful cucks cry over the years,” Alex said as the audience laughed and cheered. “Connor, want to tell our lovely boys what’s at stake? You always put it so well.” 

Connor grinned, shaking Nolan’s hand and placing a sweet kiss on Weston’s cheek. 

“Sure thing. Now Nolan, if you get anything wrong, Weston will have to face whatever ‘punishment’ is on the card. The punishments get more intense as the questions get harder, so I hope you guys know each other well,” Connor said, glancing at both of them. 

Nolan already looked dazed, gnawing on his lip and eyeing Connor’s body. Weston was still playing coy, batting his eyelashes and tucking himself closer to Nolan’s chest. 

“If you get at least six questions right, you’ll take the honeymoon money and get off scot-free. But if you get five or less, I’ll be coming along with you on your honeymoon and you’ll be fitted with a complementary chastity cage for the duration of the trip,” he said as the audience cheered. “Looks like we know what the audience prefers!” 

“And what if innocent Weston wants to unlock his darling husband-to-be?” Alex said, a mean smirk on his face. “Will you be nice?”

Connor chuckled. 

“Nah, but I’ll give him all the cock he’s been missing and I’ll even let Nolan clean him up after! Who knows, by the end of the trip I might have two little sluts begging for my cum.” 

Alex applauded, along with the audience, and turned his attention back to the contestants. 

“Alright boys, are you ready to play?”

“Yep! Don’t see a bad outcome here, to be honest,” Weston said with a wink. “You good, sweetheart?”

Nolan gulped hard, nodding. 

“I’m not seeing the downside either,” he said, his cheeks the color of his hair. “Let’s play!”

“Great! Now, you two know the rules. The cuck belongs in…?”

Nolan sighed, patting Weston’s hip before standing up and sitting in the single chair to the side of Alex’s desk. 

“The cuck chair,” Nolan said, breathily.

“Good boy! And don’t worry, you haven’t gotten any questions wrong yet, so Connor will behave…for now.”

Connor took Nolan’s place, but true to Alex’s words he didn’t wrap himself around Weston. He didn’t even reach out to hold his hand, but spread his legs and adjusted his bulge. Weston giggled nervously, staying on his side of the small loveseat. 

“Now that we know what’s at stake, let’s get started,” Alex said. The lights around the stage dimmed, leaving only a spotlight around the desk and chairs. Behind the stage, the honeymoon bucket was joined with a list of ten questions, each blanked out for now. The first one was revealed as Alex read the card. 

“Nolan, where did Weston get his law degree?” Alex said. Nolan’s face lit up. 

“That’s an easy one! Well, I guess not super easy, but he started at University of Georgia then transferred to Emory during his second year. He worked his butt off to get in,” Nolan said. “We talked about that on one of our first dates.”

A checkmark appeared over the first question and the graphic showed a bunch of coins falling into the honeymoon bucket. 

“Correct! You’ve just added a thousand dollars to your total!” Alex said. “Next question. Weston’s favorite food is eggplant parmesan. Very appropriate.”

The audience laughed as Connor raised an eyebrow. Weston brushed him off. 

“What’s his favorite cocktail?” 

Nolan bit the inside of his cheek, glancing over at Weston. Connor’s smirk widened and he winked at Nolan. 

“I, uh, I don’t know, we don’t usually drink a lot when we’re together,” Nolan said. 

“I need an answer, Nolan,” Alex said, peering over his glasses. 

“An Old Fashioned?” Nolan said. An X appeared over the question and a buzzer sounded. 

“Aw, sorry about that Nolan, the answer was a Cosmopolitan,” Alex said, clicking his tongue. “You know what that means!”

The question disappeared from the board above the stage and was replaced with the penalty as Alex read it off. 

“Oh, this is a good one. Weston, I’m afraid you’re going to have to sit in Connor’s lap for the rest of our little game tonight.”

The audience cheered as Weston gave Nolan an apologetic look. 

“Sorry, love,” he said, though he didn’t seem too hesitant when he crawled across the loveseat into Connor’s waiting arms. The man practically scooped him up, positioning him so that his ass was directly on top of his barely clothed member. 

Weston melted, laying his head on Connor’s chest. Nolan shifted in his seat uncomfortably as Connor nipped at his fiance’s ear. He looked ready to reach out, but as his hand twitched at his side, Weston mewled. Whatever Connor was whispering into his ear had him entranced. 

“Let’s see if we can keep this from escalating, hm?” Alex said. 

“Yes, please,” Nolan said, watching Connor slowly kiss down Weston’s neck to the collar of his shirt. 

“Question number three, what actor does Weston have the biggest crush on?” 

Nolan glanced at the two on the loveseat. They seemed to be in their own little world. 

“We went to the movies pretty soon after we started dating. He told me he had a crush on…Liam Hemsworth?”

A check appeared on the board and Alex nodded. 

“Good! That’s another thousand towards your honeymoon, if we can separate these two,” he said, pointing towards Weston and Connor. Weston was grinding down on Connor’s quickly hardening bulge as they made out. The wet noise of their tongues sliding against each other made Nolan cross his legs. 

“Aw, getting a little excited there, Nolan? You really are a cuck, huh?” Nolan just nodded, red as a cherry. “Well, let’s hope your friends back home don’t watch too much TV, they might try to take a shot at your man!”

Nolan gulped audibly, squeezing his thighs tighter. 

“Ah, but I’m getting off track. Question four, what is Weston’s favorite sex position?”

Nolan grinned. 

“Easy, missionary. He likes to kiss while he, ahem. Do stuff,” Nolan said. An X appeared on the board and he gaped. “What?”

“Aw, sorry champ, looks like he prefers doggy. Penalty time!” Alex said. “Oh wow, looks like our bull and hottie are allowed to strip naked now.”

“Doggy huh?” Connor said, pulling back from the bruising kiss. Weston nodded breathlessly. “I’ll keep it in mind.” 

Weston gasped as Connor took hold of his button down and ripped it open, buttons flying into the front row of the audience. Immediately, he dove in, licking and biting at Weston’s chest. Weston moaned, his eyes finding Nolan’s as Connor kissed lower and lower, kissing at the skin right above the hem of his pants. 

“N-nolan, I love you- Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Weston said as his pants were shoved down with his briefs. Connor licked a stripe up his cock and swallowed him down to the root easily. He gripped the back of the man’s head, his eyes rolling back. “Please, fuck, don’t stop!”

“N-next question, quick!” Nolan said. “We’ve got to go fast!”

Alex chuckled, taking his time to separate out the fifth question card, tap it on the table, and yawn as Nolan frantically watched Connor kiss down Weston’s inner thigh toward his hole. 

“Alex!”

“Fine, fine, guess we have to continue while your pretty boyfriend gets eaten out,” Alex said. Nolan whipped his head back around and, sure enough, Connor was lapping, licking, and sucking on Weston’s pink pucker. The man was whimpering and squirming, trying to wriggle out of Connor’s grasp, but his hands were pushing Weston’s knees up to his chest as his mouth absolutely defiled his ass. 
“Nolan! He’s, oh my God, he’s loosening me up, you’ve got to stop him!” Weston said. “Baby, don’t let him breed me, he’s gonna fill me to the fucking brim if you don’t-” 

He cut himself off with a guttural moan. Nolan uncrossed his legs, palming at his now rock hard cock. He was getting frantic, his pants tightening and his thighs shaking as he watched his fiance get defiled right in front of him. 

“Question number five,” Alex said at last, drawing out the words as Connor drew more moans from Weston. “What did Weston say was his ideal cock size for his tops?”

Nolan flushed, but answered quickly. 

“At least seven inches, preferably eight. Thick and uncut,” he said. A check mark appeared and more money was added to the bucket, but Connor didn’t stop working Weston over, sliding the man on top of his mouth and forcing him to sit on his face. 

Weston huffed, his face pink and sweaty, a hand over his mouth muffling his squeals as his full weight pushed him down on Connor’s expert tongue. It dove deeper inside him, writhing and slurping and exploring. Weston’s cock was leaking pre on Connor’s chest as he worked. 

“By the way, it says here that you’re four and a half inches rock hard and cut high and tight? Oof, that must have been a rough conversation,” Alex said jokingly as the audience laughed. 

“Y-yeah, but like I said, we don’t mind threesomes and cuck play, so, y’know,” Nolan said, staring at his fiance’s scrunched up face. The man he loved was riding another man’s face on national television, moaning in pleasure and leaking more than he ever did with Nolan alone. “It ended up being a nice discovery.” 

“Question number six,” Alex said. “What is Weston’s favorite nickname for you…in the bedroom?”

Nolan whined, his eyes flitting between Connor slowly opening his boyfriend up and the host staring at him for an answer. 

“D-do I have to-”

“I need an answer, Nolan,” Alex said. “Otherwise Weston will take a penalty. I wonder what will be next after all this?”

Nolan sighed, covering his face with his hands. 

“His absolute favorites are cucky, baby carrot, and bull bait,” Nolan said. “But he also loves two pump chump, half-pint, and pinky.” 

A checkmark appeared and more money was added to the bucket. Alex snickered as he checked off the names on the card. 

“Looks like he can be a bit cruel, eh? Let’s hope the other farmer boys see this so they can call you cucky next time they see you!” 

Nolan groaned. He glanced over at Weston. Connor had finally let him take a small break, but both of them were throbbing and leaking, rutting against each other as they slowly made out with one another. Connor made direct eye contact with Nolan as his tongue snaked back down Weston’s willing throat. A dot of pre appeared at the tip of Nolan’s bulge. . 

“Question number seven,” Alex said. “How many men has Weston slept with while he’s been in a relationship with you - not including yourself, of course.” 

Nolan’s eyes widened, glancing toward Weston. Weston didn’t pay him any mind, still making out with Connor. Connor’s hands were exploring his now bare body, slapping his ass, groping his thighs and chest, tightening around his wrists and forcing them up over his head. Weston was helpless against him, his lips puffy and red, spit-slick and sensitive. 

“Nolan,” he whispered quietly. “H-he’s so fucking good-” 

Connor captured his lips again, and Nolan balked. He couldn’t remember all those guys off the top of his head, much less the men he’d given Weston permission to play with when he wasn’t present. He’d have to estimate. 

“Seventeen,” he said, trying to tally up the ones he remembered. A massive X appeared over the answer and the audience cheered. 

“Way too low! Thirty-six,” Alex said with a smile. “Time for a penalty!”

“What’s left? They’re practically fucking already,” Nolan said petulantly. 

“Let’s see…ah, here we go,” Alex said. “Looks like Weston will be putting that pretty mouth to use. Connor gets a blowjob!”

The crowd went wild, cheering and clapping. Weston moaned at the same time as Nolan, their eyes meeting for half a second before Connor gripped Weston’s blonde locks and forced him on his knees in front of the loveseat. 

“Hey, be gentle, he doesn’t like to be treated rough,” Nolan said half-heartedly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s he leaking all of my feet then, cuck?” Connor said, pushing Weston’s face into his bulge. He quickly slid his briefs down, letting his massive uncut cock slap Weston across the face. The man moaned, gasping for air as Connor repeatedly smacked his dick on Weston’s cheek. 

“C’mon, baby, get it nice and wet for me. We’re gonna breed you when your limp-dick boyfriend messes up,” Connor said, winking at Nolan. 

Nolan opened his mouth to reply, but the words died on his tongue when he heard a lewd slurp from between Connor’s legs. Weston was on his knees, gripping the base of Connor’s massive cock, fighting past gags and moans to bury his nose in the man’s trimmed pubes. He couldn’t quite manage it, saliva and tears streaming down his pretty face, and he pulled back with a desperate cough. Connor didn’t care, yanking him back by his hair and rubbing his wet face across his nuts. 

“Lick it up, slut.”

Weston did as he was told, worshipping Connor’s swollen nutsack, lavishing it with kisses and kitten licks before he was pulled up and forced back down on the man’s cock. This time he managed the size a little better, sliding down most of the way and slurping all the way back up to the tip. He swirled his tongue under the foreskin, getting a groan out of Connor, before sucking back down. 

Nolan watched the perverted display with a mixture of bliss and anticipation. He just needed to get two more questions right, but could he even focus over the sound of his fiance’s mouth getting abused? Connor was practically fucking into Weston’s velvety throat, the sloshing, gulping, and wet smacks clouding his already hazy mind. 

“Question number eight,” Alex said, adjusting his tie. His face was reddening as well. “What is the biggest number of loads Weston has taken in a single day?”

Nolan whined, staring at the back of his partner’s head as it was tugged up and then shoved back down over and over again. 

“J-just anal? Or blowjobs too?” Nolan said, squeezing his thighs together as hard as he could. 

“Just anal,” Alex said. 

“Thirteen. He bragged about it when he jerked me off that night,” Nolan said, his blush reaching all the way down to his chest now. 

“Correct!” Alex said. “Too bad it wasn’t fourteen, huh?”

“H-he said his hole was sore or he’d let me cum in him,” Nolan said, rubbing his bulge openly now. 

“Sure, sure. Now, question number nine. Besides cuckolding, what is Weston’s favorite kink?” Alex said. 

Nolan really had to think, which was hard with the sloppy wet noises only getting worse. Connor’s voice, his grunts and his moans, were nearly as distracting as his boyfriend’s expert blowjob. 

“He…he loves teasing me. Does that count?” he asked, looking over to Alex.

“Can’t give you any advice, I’m afraid. Want to lock that in?”

Nolan nodded. If there was one thing Weston loved even more than sleeping around, it was getting into his sexiest outfit, crawling into bed with Nolan, and telling him he wasn’t in the mood. Nolan had cum by himself so many times in the beginning of their relationship, he’d genuinely thought Weston didn’t want to have sex before marriage. 

“I’m so sorry, Nolan, I’m afraid the correct answer was denial,” Alex said. “Penalty time!”

“What? But that’s the same thing! That should count!”

“Aw, let’s ask our audience. Does anyone want Nolan to get a freebie?” The crowd was silent, Weston’s sucking the only thing to be heard. “And does anyone want Weston to face a kinky punishment?”

The crowd erupted into cheers. Nolan threw his head back with a groan. 

“Let’s see what we’ve got.” Alex read the penalty, his eyes widening gleefully. “Weston gets to try out his favorite position with Connor!”
Nolan’s mouth hung open as Connor pulled Weston off his cock. 

“Good thing we loosened him up,” Connor said. He didn’t fuck Weston on the loveseat though. He bodily lifted the man up, setting him down in Nolan’s lap. Weston was straddling him, facing toward him in the chair as Connor slapped his ass with his veiny cock. “Figured you’d want a good view, pindick.” 

Nolan flushed, unable to look Connor in the eyes as the man spread open his lover and slowly pushed his cock into Weston’s tight hole. Weston’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a mix of a yelp and a moan, throwing himself on to Nolan’s chest for support as he was forced wider and wider. 

Nolan huffed, his cock fully leaking in his boxers now. He threaded his fingers through Weston’s sweaty, stringy hair, soothing him as he took another man deeper and deeper inside him. 

“This one is for all the marbles. You’re five and four right now, Nolan, so you need this one to keep Connor away from your honeymoon,” Alex said. Nolan nodded, though Connor grinned down at him as he plowed into his boyfriend, unconcerned. 

“All you need to do is tell me the exact date and time Weston cucked you,” Alex said. 

Nolan’s face lit up with a smile. He knew this! He was going to win!

“That’s easy! It was-”

But he never managed to get the words out. Weston grabbed him by his shirt and surged forward, kissing him deeply. Nolan jolted, then relaxed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the love of his life as he was pleasured by his bull. 

“Nolan, we need an answer,” Alex said. Nolan’s eyes slid across the audience, the cameras, then over to Alex behind his desk. “Three…two…” 

Could he separate himself from Weston and say the date? Probably. He was a farmhand, after all, and Weston’s body was practically jelly from everything he’d endured so far. But his brain was so foggy, all he wanted to do was taste another man’s cock on his boyfriend’s tongue as Alex counted him down. He was a cuck, after all, and their honeymoon wouldn’t be as much fun without Connor. 

He gave up, kissing Weston back as Alex’s count ran out. 

“And that’s time!” A giant red X appeared over the screen. “You know what that means! Can we get our chastity officers out here please?”

Two men appeared from left-stage, a couple of twinks in tight police officer outfits. Shorts, blue vests, fake handcuffs, and shades completed the ensemble. One was carrying a chastity cage and the other had a small cup of ice cubes. 

Nolan’s eyes bugged open, but he didn’t dare more. Connor and Weston’s full weight was on top of him, if he freaked out and tried to run, he’d just topple everyone over at best. 

He was forced to sit and stare, still making out with his soft, warm-bodied boyfriend while the two mischievous men reached under Weston’s hips to undo Nolan’s belt and slide his pants and boxers down. His cock was throbbing at this point, purpled and leaking and desperate to cum. He thrusted his hips up as he was freed from the confines of his denim. 

One of the men giggled, giving him a few half-hearted strokes. The skin-on-skin contact was nearly enough for him to blow a load, but right as his balls tightened against his taint, the other man cruelly took a fistful of ice cubes into his hand and gripped Nolan’s cock. 

Nolan shouted into Weston’s mouth, jerking against the sensation, but it was useless. He had nowhere to go and the other chastity cop was holding down his hips like a merciless villain. Eventually his cock softened enough for the first man to slip the cage on. They must’ve used the measurements he supplied because it was a perfect fit. 

The man locked the cage and put the key on a chain, hanging it around Connor’s neck before exiting the stage. Connor was pounding into Weston too hard at this rate to notice. Weston was beside himself too, unable to even continue kissing. 

Connor gripped the chair’s arms, his strength causing the old wood to creak and groan, the tension in the legs matching the tension in his and Weston’s tight bodies. Then, like a magic spell, all that tightness let loose. 

With a roar, Connor slammed into Weston once, twice, and one last time, pumping him full with rope after rope of his hot, virile cum. Weston screamed, his back arching hard, and, to Nolan’s astonishment, his cock spurted a huge load all over Nolan’s caged cock. The warm cum seeped into the gaps of the cage, making him strain even harder against the cool metal. It was finally over. 

“What a wonderful conclusion to our show, right folks?” Alex said as the audience cheered. “You’ll be happy to know that since Nolan lost, his consolation prize is a week-long, all expenses paid getaway to a tropical island in the Caribbean! Connor and Weston will be sharing the honeymoon suite and our favorite new cuck Nolan will be in an adjoining room with thin walls so he can hear all the action! Give it up, one more time, for Weston and Nolan!”

The crowd exploded as the theme song played and the lights slowly dimmed. Now all he had to do was survive a week in paradise, unable to even stroke himself as he listens to his husband get bred like a bitch night after night. 

He glanced at Weston’s sweaty form, still heaving and panting on his chest. Connor gingerly removed his cock, a stream of cum pouring down Weston’s pale thighs. The two made eye contact over Weston’s head. Connor jingled the key at him with a smile. 

This was going to be the best honeymoon ever. 

“Uh, dude?” Ryuji said, tapping his pencil on the table of the booth. “You alive over there?”

Ren shrugged, rolling his left shoulder back and forth until and audible pop echoed through the cafe. He sighed, going back to his own notebook full of schemes. Ever since the resurgence of the Metaverse and their graduation, the Phantom Thieves had been busier than ever. CEOs, Heads of State, even the Editor of a famous magazine that had threatened to expose their identities, it seemed like the stream of evil hadn’t diminished at all in their absence.

“Maybe our leader needs some relaxation? The bathhouse perhaps?” Yusuke said. He wasn’t writing down potential targets like the others, he was simply sketching Ren’s face. “We could all go together.”

“I’m not sure I’m confident enough for that kind of thing,” Mishima said, biting his bottom lip. “I barely work out, much less fight crime.”

He’d gotten more integrated into the group after his role in saving them during their penultimate heist. That also meant joining them for the occasional target-hunting session, in which he always had the Phansite up and ready to upload new surveys.

“Regardless of who is and isn’t going, we still need to decide on our next target. Or are we going to leave that until the last minute as usual?”

Ah yes, the infamous Ace Detective resurrected by Ren’s wish during the Spring semester fiasco. Akechi was a recent but welcome addition to the team, aiding Makoto with strategy and planning.

Ren stood up, closing his notebook and nodding towards the door.

“Hell yeah! Bathhouse, here we come!” Ryuji said, swinging an arm around Ren’s shoulders. “You’re coming too, Mishima. We’ll strip you ourselves if we have to!”

With that decided and Akechi begrudgingly going along, the five of them walked down the street to the bathhouse, ready for a steamy evening.

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Hey there! So, as you can tell, I’m a big fan of Persona 5 and have been sorely disappointed by the lack of male love interests available for the player to pursue. Because of that, I figured I’d make a prompt to compensate!

The main gist is that you would play as either an OC or one of the guys, totally up to you, and romance whoever you wanted! I’ll be taking on a GM role, so you can go after just one of the bachelors or all of them. The only requirement is coming with fun ideas and being able to write a fair amount, at least a few paragraphs per reply.

Discord is preferred and my kinks/limits are listed below!

Kinks: Romance, Story, Bondage, Musk/Sweat, Armpits, Public/Risky, Begging, Verbal/Dirty Talk, Orgasm Control, Edging, Dom/Sub, Facials

Limits: Snuff, Scat, Vore, Gore

You knew your Aunt Lydia was a bit strange, but you’d always had an amazing relationship with her. She was bubbly, optimistic, and lax, all the things your parents hadn’t been. She also happened to be the family member who reacted best when you came out. She gave you a great big hug and thanked you for trusting her.

You’d spent years playing in her old antique shop before you moved off for college. Then, in your last semester, you for the terrible news. She’d passed on.

You were despondent for a while. Who wouldn’t be? The funeral was a dull affair, but you got an email from Lydia’s attorney not long after. She’d never had any children and she left everything to her favorite nephew. The only condition was that you took care of her…magic shop?

It didn’t make sense until you visited the antique shop again. The glamor she’d put over it revealed itself to you after all these years. Old globes turned into cauldrons, books became grimoires, and…was that a venus fly trap a tentacle plant?

The more you looked around, the more you realized how lewd the shop was. Almost like a sex shop but completely otherworldly. Lydia’s will just said you should cater to the customers, act as a tester for the more sordid products, and always keep your clients engaged. You would come to find out, however, that even cleaning up before opening was a dangerous affair.

Groping ghosts, self-activating sex toys, golems that want to play, and all sorts of horny, fantastical customers await!

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Hey there!

If you can’t tell, I love a good urban fantasy setting, especially an old library or antique shop. But what if that was a front for a magical sex shop setting?

The main storyline will be your character learning to navigate the world, take care of the beings that reside in the house, and selling enough product to get by when Lydia’s modest savings run out.

Slice-of-life with a side of magical mischief anyone?

Kinks: (Basically anything you can think of! Here’s a list of my faves, but I’m very flexible and don’t mind playing top, bottom, side, or switch) Public/exhibitionism, Musk/Sweat, Armpits, Facials, Begging/Verbal, Edging, Orgasm Control/Denial, Tease, Chastity, Tentacles, Magic, Tickling, Spanking, Bondage, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Sex Toys, Facesitting, Aftercare

Limits: Gore, Scat, Vomit, Blood, Illegal, Abuse