Hey all, I'm Kinkubus. This blog is going to be used as a collection for some of my personal writings and captions. They will likely be focused on edging, milking, chastity, incest, tickling and a bunch of other kinks. Everyone I write about is 18+. A few of these stories will be set in the Outlands, an erotic-horror world created by the amazing DemonicOutlands, so if you enjoy those definitely check out his blog. If any pictures are yours and you'd like them removed, simply tell me. DM's are always open and I hope you enjoy my writing!
The new queer club had been gaining rapid traction in the community. It was quickly becoming the most exclusive gay club in the entire city, thanks to a special service it provided to its patrons. All you had to do was ask to “dine in”, and you would be escorted to a reserved back room. Upon entering you would be greeted by rows upon rows of black cloth covered tables, each one adorned with a chic golden platter, and slotted through a tight hole in the platter was your choice of cock and balls, feet, or ass.
There were many gay couples seated already, some cheerfully talking while they lazily teased and took turns licking their phallus centerpiece. Others gave their toy for the night their undivided attention, like the couple on the far wall, one of them brutally tickling the sole of the left foot in front of him while his partner tenderly worshiped the toes of the right. The unmistakable sound of muffled moaning, laughing, and occasionally screaming echoed through the room, paired with the unmistakable scent of sweat and cum made this an incredibly erotic experience.
If anyone asked the club officially, these men were perfectly willing. It was a nice way for them to earn some extra money and have much more anonymity than they would as a dancer. In this case everyone wins, queers get to play with the men and the men earn extra money. However life is rarely so cut and dry. These men were certainly not in their table-clothed prisons willingly. It had started with a few random homophobic straight men that where snagged off the street, but then the club found a much more consistent supply, the police.
They had come in asking about some boys who had disappeared recently, the club's owner had simply been reaching under the counter when he said he hadn’t seen the boys, standing back up to spray the officers directly in the face with a potent concoction. They sputtered and gagged, the club's built-in radio jammers designed to promote “a sense of community” working perfectly to prevent them from calling for backup. The club was much more careful in acquiring more officers after that, too many of them coming into the club and disappearing is downright suspicious after all.
Most of the officers bucked and screamed into their ball gags under the table as the queers molested them, stroking their fat hog cocks, raping their feet, and digging their homo faces into their sweaty ass cracks. Like Josuha, his thick cock and heavy balls were being stroked and molested by the two queers sitting at his table. He was bucking wildly in his restraints, the once proud officer reduced to trying to hump his way to an orgasm that these two men seemed keen on denying him of.
The man had no idea that the two seated above him were his nephew and his nephew’s boyfriend, just as they had no idea the cock they were toying with was the boy’s uncles. The boyfriend had hoped this would cheer his lover up after the disappearance of his beloved uncle and it seemed to be doing the trick. He sighed happily as he watched the love of his life smile for the first time in a while, while he gently suckled on the bloated cock head in front of them, giving the plump balls a smack whenever the cock got too close to orgasm. He couldn’t help but wonder...what kind of person would sign up for this?
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The new queer club had been gaining rapid traction in the community. It was quickly becoming the most exclusive gay club in the entire city, thanks to a special service it provided to its patrons. All you had to do was ask to “dine in”, and you would be escorted to a reserved back room. Upon entering you would be greeted by rows upon rows of black cloth covered tables, each one adorned with a chic golden platter, and slotted through a tight hole in the platter was your choice of cock and balls, feet, or ass.
There were many gay couples seated already, some cheerfully talking while they lazily teased and took turns licking their phallus centerpiece. Others gave their toy for the night their undivided attention, like the couple on the far wall, one of them brutally tickling the sole of the left foot in front of him while his partner tenderly worshiped the toes of the right. The unmistakable sound of muffled moaning, laughing, and occasionally screaming echoed through the room, paired with the unmistakable scent of sweat and cum made this an incredibly erotic experience.
If anyone asked the club officially, these men were perfectly willing. It was a nice way for them to earn some extra money and have much more anonymity than they would as a dancer. In this case everyone wins, queers get to play with the men and the men earn extra money. However life is rarely so cut and dry. These men were certainly not in their table-clothed prisons willingly. It had started with a few random homophobic straight men that where snagged off the street, but then the club found a much more consistent supply, the police.
They had come in asking about some boys who had disappeared recently, the club's owner had simply been reaching under the counter when he said he hadn’t seen the boys, standing back up to spray the officers directly in the face with a potent concoction. They sputtered and gagged, the club's built-in radio jammers designed to promote “a sense of community” working perfectly to prevent them from calling for backup. The club was much more careful in acquiring more officers after that, too many of them coming into the club and disappearing is downright suspicious after all.
Most of the officers bucked and screamed into their ball gags under the table as the queers molested them, stroking their fat hog cocks, raping their feet, and digging their homo faces into their sweaty ass cracks. Like Josuha, his thick cock and heavy balls were being stroked and molested by the two queers sitting at his table. He was bucking wildly in his restraints, the once proud officer reduced to trying to hump his way to an orgasm that these two men seemed keen on denying him of.
The man had no idea that the two seated above him were his nephew and his nephew’s boyfriend, just as they had no idea the cock they were toying with was the boy’s uncles. The boyfriend had hoped this would cheer his lover up after the disappearance of his beloved uncle and it seemed to be doing the trick. He sighed happily as he watched the love of his life smile for the first time in a while, while he gently suckled on the bloated cock head in front of them, giving the plump balls a smack whenever the cock got too close to orgasm. He couldn’t help but wonder...what kind of person would sign up for this?