Doug Deeson's musings

 This was a contest entry for a Halloween erotica contest. A pinch of what appeared to be dust floated down through the air and landed in a sprinkle on the top of the bubbling liquid.   There was a flash, and a twist of smoke rose off the surface, and the woman spoke. “Dust of an ancestors bones added,” she half sang, and picked up another small bottle, unstoppered it, took another pinch this time green flakes and dropped them on top of the liquid. “Flakes of sage to season and bring wisdom,” she sang as she let the flakes fall. There was a flash then the potion settled down to a gentle simmer.   She turned and nearly tripped over Rex. He and Magus lay curled just behind her. She’d been so caught up in her casting that she hadn’t even noticed them, despite their size, as they came up behind her and settled nap. Both were large animals, Rex grey and white, while Magus was jet black. They both sported very intelligent crystal blue eyes that stared into your soul. ...

  “Dude,” he said, “I’m straight.” “He” was Mike, we’d met in a chat room and hit it off.   It was a fitness chat room, guys would meet to discuss work out plans, plateau resolutions, diet, supplements and just anything fitness related. He lived close to me, and we even worked out at the same gym from time to time, it turned out. After a few weeks of back and forth we met for coffee and there was something there. You know that feeling, there’s an instant connection, heat, just something in his eyes, his scent and you know it will be hot.   The conversation flowed easily. There was lots of laughter, some touching, hands brushing against each other on the small café table. At one point his hand rested on my forearm. It was electric. Nothing happened that afternoon, just a new friend that was a good connection. One thing. One solo little thing, his profile on the chat room indicated that he was straight. Now, I’m not one of those gay guys that fantasizes about turnin...

You stand, dressed in jeans, bare feet, a buttoned shirt, open at the collar. Your head is down, looking at your feet. Hands held behind your back, clasped together.  You’re nervous and shift slightly on your feet but you don’t look up. “Greet me,” I tell you. “Good morning, Doug.” You reply head still bowed. “How do you address me.” I say after a pause. “Good morning, sir.” You speak again. “Good boy,” I tell you. I toss several markers, sharpies, to the floor at your feet. “Remove your shirt.   And pick up the blue marker.” “Yes sir,” and you slowly unbutton your shirt. Head remains down.   You pull the shirt off and drop it to the floor. You then bend to pick up the indicated marker.   “Do your best and write ‘OWNED’ across your upper chest.   Use a mirror if you need to, you may look up while doing so.” You step to a mirror and struggle to write OWNED on your chest from right to left.    The letters are sloppy but legible. ...

The text came in, well DM I guess, on an app. “Daddy’s waiting for you,” it said. We’d interacted a few times in the past, exchanged a few pics and some teasing messages, and I had told him that I’m nobodies son. And certainly not someone half my age, his profile says 33 so not quite half.   Still, he was hot, hazel eyes, bushy mustache, full chest of dark fur.   And a nice, if average cock – kind of a match for mine at just around six and half inches but maybe he had a bit of girth on me.     Body wise though I have got the mass and muscle on him.   The DMs kept coming. “I want to fuck your ass, boy.” He wrote. “You’re gonna have to take it, boy,” I replied. “Daddy won’t have an issue with that,” he sent back. Finally, I’d had enough. I told him if he can pin me, he can take me.   If not, if I pin him, his ass is mine.   He agreed, sure with youth and a gym bod on his side he’d have no problem.   He was wrong. High school and universi...

Himeros stepped out of the hedge and walked across the field towards the congregation of buildings, now temples. His wings folded across his back and then disappeared until only a handsome, young blonde man walked across the field. He passed Aphrodite’s round temple, his mother’s temple of love, and nodded at her as he passed, but angled then toward his brother’s temple. Eros’ building loomed before him. He entered the build and into the empty space, basically a single large bed, a room designed for group play, the only decoration the statue of Eros just to the left of the doorway. “You didn’t share with us, brother.” Himeros said addressing the air. The statue stirred and Eros stepped forward. “My brother, we did not plan this, but they created these temples in our names, we could not help but appear and be worshipped. And brother, how I’ve missed this so much.” “Others have noticed, not just me, Eros, and they may want worshippers of their own.” “Poseidon and Mother both warn...