#homoflex

Jonathan was your typical dumb libfag. He believed in equality, he voted Democrat, and considered himself proud to be gay.

All that was about to change. His MAGA roommate Mike orchestrated a plan with his MAGA bros to put Jonathan on the right track.

They grabbed Jonathan and drugged him to knock him out. When he was woke in was in some dingy room, completely naked, tied upside down, incapable of moving, with a large tub full of water right under him.

He starts screaming and yelling, seeing Mike there and demanding to be released. Mike signals one of his bros who is holding a rope. He loosens his grip of the rope and Jonathan begins getting lowered onto the tub head first. He's thrashing around, unable to get his head from underwater. 30 seconds pass and Mike signals his bro, and he pulls Jonathan back up from the water.

"You still a fag?" Mike asks as he walks up close to Jonathan, looking him directly in the eyes. Jonathan coughs as he tells Mike "Fuck you". Mike gestures his bro again and Jonathan is lowered into the tub, this time for a whole minute. His body is violently wriggling as he's starting to struggle to breathe. Mike gestures again, and Jonathan is pulled from the water "What about now?". Jonathan is trying to catch his breath, having a coughing fit, wanting to tell Mike to fuck off again.

This goes on for an hour. Each time Jonathan comes back up from the water, Mike asks him the same question, and if he doesn't hear the answer he wants, he signals his bro, and Jonathan is dunked in the water again.

By the time the hour has passed, Jonathan's face is turning blue whenever he gets pulled back up. He won't be able to sustain this much longer.

He gets pulled out of the water once more, his body completely red, in contrast with his face turning purple, having a coughing fit, and when Mike asks his question once more, Jonathan finally gives the correct answer. In the middle of his coughing, he's able to say "No".

"That's my man" Mike says with a grin as his 2 bros cheer. They pull him from above the tub and lay him on the floor, keeping him tied up. "Now for the fun part" Mike tells him as he walks to the door. Opening it and there's a woman there, fully naked. Mike grabs her and walks her towards Jonathan, "Get to it, bitch". The woman gets on her knees and begins sucking Jonathan's cock. He begs her to stop and starts wriggling around on the floor to try and get his cock out her mouth. Mike puts his boot right on Jonathan's face "You wanna go back to the dunking?". Jonathan moves his head to indicate no.

The woman continues sucking Jonathan's dick until he's fully hard, and then gets on top of him. Jonathan stays very still the whole time, fearing Mike will put him back up above the tub if he moves even an inch. As she slides down Jonathan's cock, he begins to moan. He doesn't want it to feel good, but it does.

As she rides his cock, his moans become louder. Mike takes out a knife from his pocket and cuts the ropes. Jonathan is now free. He could escape, and if he did, Mike and his bros would beat him up and hoist him back up over the tub. But running doesn't even cross his mind. Her pussy feels too good. It feels better than any guy he's been with before. As he gets closer to climax, he takes over, flips her around and pins her arms against the floor, as he rapidly thrusts. Moments later his moans turn to grunts as he does one final thrust and cums inside her.

The bass thumped through the club, vibrating in my chest as I swayed to the rhythm, my hips instinctively moving to the beat. My friends, Jenna and Lila, were giggling beside me, their drinks sloshing slightly as they danced. The air was thick with sweat and the faint scent of fruity cocktails, the strobe lights casting erratic shadows across the packed dance floor. I’d been here a hundred times before, but tonight felt… different. There was an electricity in the air, a tension that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

Across the room, I caught his eye. Ethan. He was leaning casually against the bar, his dark hair tousled, his shirt just tight enough to hint at the muscles beneath. When our eyes met, he smirked, and my stomach did a flip. I’d seen him around before, but we’d never spoken. There was something about the way he looked at me tonight, though—like he’d already decided what was going to happen.

“Go talk to him,” Jenna urged, nudging me with her elbow. Her cheeks were flushed from the vodka cranberry she’d been nursing all night. “He’s been staring at you since we walked in.”

I hesitated, but only for a moment. The music shifted, the beat dropping into something slower, sultrier. Ethan pushed off the bar and started walking toward me, his movements fluid and deliberate. My heart raced as he closed the distance, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and smooth, barely audible over the music. He was close enough now that I could smell the faint hint of cologne on him, something woodsy and intoxicating.

“Hey,” I echoed, my voice a little breathless. He reached out, his hand brushing against my waist, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“You look like you could use a dance,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. My body moved instinctively, gravitating toward him as the music pulsed around us. His hands found my hips, and I slid mine around his neck, our bodies pressed together as we swayed to the rhythm. The heat between us was undeniable, the tension building with every beat.

His lips brushed against my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through me.

I didn’t respond—I didn’t need to. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, the world around us fading into the background. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened for him, our kiss deepening as the music swelled around us. His hands slid lower, gripping my ass as he pulled me closer, our bodies grinding together in a way that left no doubt about what we both wanted.

The DJ’s voice cut through the haze of desire, his voice booming over the speakers. “Ten!” he shouted, the crowd roaring in response.

I barely registered the countdown, too caught up in the heat of the moment. Ethan’s lips moved to my neck, his tongue tracing a path along my collarbone as his hands explored my body.

“Nine!” the crowd shouted, their voices a distant hum in the back of my mind.

I could feel the tension building, the energy in the club reaching a fever pitch. My fingers tangled in Ethan’s hair, pulling him closer as his lips found mine again.

“Eight!”

“Seven!”

“Six!”

The numbers blurred together, the anticipation in the air almost palpable. Ethan’s hands were everywhere, his touch electric, his lips trailing fire across my skin.

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

The music reached a crescendo, the bass pounding in time with my racing heart. Ethan’s lips were on mine again, our kiss almost frantic now, our bodies pressed together so tightly I could feel every inch of him.

“Two!”

“One!”

The DJ’s voice roared over the speakers, and the second the countdown hit zero, the club was enveloped in a thick, swirling mist. It was sudden, disorienting, the fog so dense I could barely see Ethan in front of me. The air felt charged, strange, like the atmosphere itself had shifted.

I blinked, trying to clear my vision, and when the fog finally began to dissipate, something felt… off. The taste of Ethan’s kiss lingered on my lips, but the desire that had been coursing through me moments ago had been replaced by something else—something primal, urgent, and entirely new.

I turned, my eyes locking onto Jenna. She was standing nearby, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. The sight of her sent a surge of heat through me, a hunger I couldn’t explain. It was like a switch had been flipped, every thought in my head consumed by the need to have her.

“Jenna,” I growled, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.

She turned to me, her lips parting in surprise, but before she could say anything, I was on her. My hands grabbed her hips, pulling her against me, my lips covering hers in a searing kiss. She gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders, but I didn’t give her a chance to protest. My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as my lips trailed down her neck, biting and sucking at her skin.

“What are you—mmph!” Jenna started to say, but I cut her off with another kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth as my hands began to tear at her clothes. The fabric of her dress ripped easily, the sound of it tearing drowned out by the roar of the music and the heavy pounding of my heart.

“I need you,” I growled, my voice rough with desire. My hands were everywhere, touching, groping, claiming her. I could feel her trembling beneath me, but she wasn’t pulling away. Her body was responding to mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I pushed her back against the wall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ethan with Lila. He had her pinned against the bar, his hands gripping her head as he thrust into her mouth. Lila’s eyes were wide, but she wasn’t resisting, her lips wrapped around him as he groaned loudly.

“This slut’s mouth feels better than yours would’ve,” Ethan snarled, his voice dripping with lust and something darker—something almost cruel.

The words sent a shiver of arousal through me, but I didn’t have time to dwell on them. Jenna was arching into me, her hands clawing at my back as I claimed her mouth again. The taste of her was intoxicating, her body soft and yielding beneath mine. I could feel the wetness between her thighs, and the thought of how she’d feel around me made me groan with need.

My hands slid lower, gripping her ass as I lifted her, pressing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders as I ground against her. The friction was maddening, the heat between us overwhelming.

“Fuck me,” Jenna whispered, her voice trembling with need. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from my kisses. “Please.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. My hands fumbled with my belt, my fingers trembling as I struggled to free myself. The moment I was out, Jenna reached for me, her hand wrapping around my length and giving me a firm stroke.

“Hurry,” she whimpered, her breath hot against my ear.

I lined myself up, her heat almost unbearable as I teased her entrance. “You want it?” I growled, my voice thick with lust.

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into my skin. “Please, I need it.”

I thrust into her in one swift movement, the sensation almost too much to bear. She was tight, wet, and perfect, her body clenching around me as she cried out. I didn’t give her a chance to adjust, my hips already moving, driving into her with a ferocity that left us both breathless.

“Fuck, yes,” Jenna moaned, her head falling back as I pounded into her. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails leaving marks as she clung to me. Every thrust pushed her higher, her cries growing louder as she spiraled toward her release.

It was raw, primal, and entirely unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The mist had changed something in me, awakening a hunger I didn’t know I had. Jenna’s body was my only focus, the only thing that mattered as I claimed her again and again.

“Harder,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

I obliged, my hips slamming into hers with a force that made her scream. The sound sent a jolt of pleasure through me, spurring me on as I drove her closer to the edge.

Jenna’s gasps turned into an unhinged cry, her body arching off the dance floor as I drove into her with relentless force. Her nails raked down my back, and I hissed at the sharp sting, but it only fueled me further. This wasn’t just sex—it was an explosion of raw need, a hunger that burned through every nerve in my body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, her voice trembling between pitches. Her legs clamped around my waist, pulling me deeper, harder. I could feel her tightening around me, her body convulsing in waves as she neared her peak.

I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and pounded into her like a man possessed. The rhythmic slapping of our bodies echoed through the club, blending with the bass of the music. Her cries grew higher, more frantic, until they broke into a full-throated scream. Her body shuddered violently, and then—

She came hard. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, and I felt a rush of warmth as she squirted, soaking the floor beneath us. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, and she let out a strangled moan as the intensity of her orgasm consumed her.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. The sight of her writhing in ecstasy, the feeling of her tight, wet heat around me—it was too much. My own release was building, a fire in my gut that threatened to consume me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I growled, my voice rough and guttural. My hips slammed into hers with a final, desperate rhythm. My balls tightened, and then I was coming, hard and fast, my cock pulsing deep inside her.

I roared as I emptied myself into her, the pleasure so intense it felt like my body was shattering. My vision blurred, my muscles locked, and for a moment, I was lost in the pure, animalistic bliss of it.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting, drenched in sweat and the evidence of our frenzy. My cock was still buried inside her, twitching with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest, her breath hot and shallow against my neck.

I pulled out of her slowly, my cock still twitching, and stood up, my chest heaving. I looked down at Jenna, her legs splayed open, her body trembling. My cum was already dripping out of her, sliding down her thighs and pooling beneath her on the sticky floor. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips—messy, raw, perfect.

The mist around us began to thin, dissolving like smoke in a breeze. The hard thump of the bass dropped away, leaving nothing but silence, heavy and unnatural. The lights flared to life, harsh and white, slicing through the shadowy haze of the club. What the fuck was going on?

there are some already

posting the second one that is not on tumblr yet:

mogai drawtober 2019 day 14: homoflexible

a homoflexible hooded parrot (Psephotellus dissimilis)!

homoflexible: identifying as predominantly homo- but being flexible in this identity. a homoflexible person may have only a few exceptions to their homo- identity (for example, a homoflexible man being attracted to only one or two women, while being attracted to many different men).

Romantically borea-femaric flex(i)-achillean; sexually rochilic. You can also use ambiromantic ambisexual or flexhomoromantic bisexual.

Ambi- ambivalent attraction, being attracted to women &/or men, or to both your similar/same gender &/or dissimilar one(s);

Rochilic: mlw mlm (man loving women/men);

Achillean: mlm (man loving men);

Borearomantic: an exception for your romantic orientation;

Femaric: umbrella term for woman-attracted individuals;