The Tally
by @aftermidnightwritesA shy man’s obsessive fantasy leads him to a dim motel room where a muscle stud waits on all fours, a notepad beside him tallying the sixty-one loads already inside him. He must now push open the unlocked door and surrender to the overwhelming scent of cum and poppers, to the sensation of finally fucking a hole churned open and filled by strangers. But in the ecstatic, filthy aftermath, he’ll return to his car a changed man, watching as another visitor—a man with a wedding ring and a bulge in his pants—arrives to take his place.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Leo Vance
A 28-year-old with a lean, nervous frame and ink-stained fingers from his graphic design work. He has soft brown eyes that dart away too quickly and a habit of chewing his lip raw when anxious. Right now, sitting in his car, his heart is a trapped bird against his ribs, his cock hard and leaking in his jeans as he watches the motel door.
Corey Hudsonn
A smooth, defined muscle stud in his early 30s, currently on all fours on a motel bed, his back and shoulders a landscape of taut power glistening with sweat. His ass is reddened, used, and glistening with the evidence of the day. The air around him is thick with the pungent, salty-sweet smell of spent cum, poppers, and male heat.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Tally
The door gives. The smell hits Leo first—thick, salty, a fog of cum and poppers and male sweat that coats the back of his throat. The room is dark, music thumping from a speaker. On the bed, a smooth,
The Tally's Truth
Leo’s hips piston, churning the hot, slick slurry inside Corey’s hole. Each thrust makes a wet, sloppy noise, a symphony of use that drowns out the music. Corey’s voice is a raw scrape against his ear
Claiming the Altar
The power shifts in a breath. Leo, driven by a hunger deeper than nerves, guides Corey onto his back. Now he can see the glazed eyes, the sweat-sheened chest, the ruined, glistening hole. Fucking him
Claimed by the Slut
The power shifted again, but not to me. He wrapped around me, muscles I'd admired seizing control, milking my cock with a practiced, devastating roll of his hips. I was inside him, but he was fucking