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Iâm excited to present âCall Me By Your Name,â original flash fiction by Danielle Summers, a friend of the blog.
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Call Me By Your Name
Original Fiction by Danielle Summers & inspired by Lil Nas X
Donât all good stories start with a butt plug flying through the air? thought Craig as he caught the metal object just before it hit his head.
He looked around the dance floor. No one was looking for it or even at him. They were lost in the dance and the rhythm of the music.Â
Thump. Thump. Thump.Â
The beat never stopped and neither did he. He danced along with them while the butt plug got warm in his pocket.Â
And then it got warmer.Â
Sweat rolled down his cheeks. Sweat rolled down his hairy chest.Â
The butt plug pulled down on him until Craig could dance no more. His legs became heavy, and he fell to his knees.Â
The men on the dance floor faded away. The music got quiet until he heard nothing.Â
He took the butt plug out of his pocket. The silver metal glistened in the lights. He looked at the reflection in the mirrored surface, but it wasnât his, at least not the one he remembered. He only remembered ugliness, but the face he saw was young and virile. It was unscarred by life.Â
A bead of sweat fell off his forehead, landing on the butt plugâs tip. He wiped it away, and the plug started singing to him. The dance floor filled with song again, but this music did not thump. It wrapped around him like silk.Â
He missed his fellow partiers.
There was the muscular shirtless man who always made eye contact but moved away if Craig moved in closer. The thought of him made his dick get a little harder.
He thought of the man who once kissed him on his nipple only to never be seen again. He had been so beautiful, and Craigâs dick got harder still.
âTheyâre all here waiting for you,â the devil whispered in his ear. âI saved them all. Let me save you.â
The devil kissed the tip of the butt plug and licked up the bead of Craigâs sweat with a long forked tongue.Â
âYou belong here too.â
Craig was scared. He wasnât surprised he was here.
Scratch that. He was surprised.
He had always been told this was where he would end up. The only way to escape that fear was to stop believing that either heaven or hell existed, to stop believing in anything.Â
When his heart had stopped, he still believed in nothing. He gave away his faith because it was too painful.
âI donât believe you,â said Craig to the devil. âI donât believe in you.â
The devil gently kissed his forehead. His lips were hot and soft.Â
âIâm scared,â said Craig as he pulled the butt plug close to his chest.
âYou need what I have.â
Another bead of sweat fell from Craigâs forehead. The devil caught it and rubbed it into his chest.Â
âWhat do I do with this?â Craig held out the butt plug.Â
âYou embrace it. You own it.â
The devil vanished in a puff of smoke leaving Craig with his dick half hard and a butt plug he didnât know what to do with.Â
âOh, but you do know.â Those words came in a whisper that cut through to his soul.Â
He pulled off his shorts. He threw them into the air, and they vaporized in a burst of red flames.
Naked, he reached back to his ass. His finger circled his hole and teased his tender flesh.
He felt the smack of a paddle on his right ass cheek and then the left. He remembered all the times he bent over for someone, or they bent over for him, ass in the air begging to be fucked or spanked or flogged.
He remembered a candle that his husband had first fucked him with and then burned so the wax dripped over his flesh.Â
Oh, that was a wonderful night. The memory made him fully hard.Â
He pushed a finger into his ass and let loose a moan. The men he had known flickered in and disappeared once more. They had disappeared from his life one by one until he was alone.
He didnât want to be alone any more.Â
He fucked himself with one finger and then another until he was covered with sweat and his cock dripped with pre-cum. The butt plug sat on the floor in front of him.
Its song got louder, and it started to glow.
He pulled his fingers out of himself and grabbed the butt plug. He pushed it into his ass. The men he had known flickered in brighter and faded more slowly.Â
He put his hands around his hard cock.
He jerked it until a pool of white jism was on the floor in front of him.Â
The men returned, and they stayed.
Strong arms pulled him up from his knees.
Someone kissed him.
Someone pulled out the butt plug, and Craig gasped.Â
âIâve waited for you for so long. Iâm glad youâre here,â said the man in front of him. A light appeared illuminating Craigâs true love, the man he had let get away as life moved on.
All his lost loves appeared and surrounded him. They were lost no more. đ¤
Danielle Summers has an exclusive offer for the readers of BROTHER BEASTUS đ¤ GRIMOIRE. Her book, 5 Easy Chocolate Pieces, A BDSM Love Story, is available from Smashwords. Usually retailing for $4.99, use coupon code LK34P to get it for $2.50 (50% off!). Offer valid only at Smashwords to the first 500 & for a limited time.
End of 7 Digit Dialing in North America
I remember picking up the phone and hearing my neighbors on the same phone circuit of our âparty line.â If it was an emergency, you would have to ask them to hang up so you could call for help.
Most of North America already has to dial 10-digits to reach anyone. Now, weâre seeing the end of 7-digit dialing in the remaining holdout area codes. What did we really gain for all the trouble?
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So You Want to Summon a Demon? âBehind the Scenes
I get a lot of chat messages that are some version of âplease tell me how to summon a demon.â
When Iâm asked that, I donât have the answer people usually want to hear.
Luckily, this insightful post by Venus Satanas thoroughly addresses the topic.
Many think the occult is a quick and easy way to do things, but in reality itâs not. The study and practice of magic is a lifelong journey, not a quick fix. If you arenât learning and building your own spells along the way then you are just replicating another personâs work. You wonât have the opportunity to integrate it into your own spiritual being, allowing the process of magic to change you along the way.
Venus Satanas: So You Want to Summon a Demon?
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Email Ask Me Anything is tomorrow Saturday 4 Sep 2021. You will receive an email!
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Podcasts used in the production of this issue:
Never Stop the Madness: episode 489 (24 Aug 2021)
Housenation UK with Lee Harris: episode 173 (1 May 2020)
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Please enjoy the Dark Moon đ this Monday and stay safe everybody!Â
Infernal Blessings,
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