Exotica

by Hidevidence

A collection of short stories set in various fantastical worlds specifically designed to facilitate incredible, absurd sexual pleasure between men. 

2 parts 3,474 words Added Nov 2022 Updated 31 Dec 2022 7,359 views 4.7 stars (9 votes)

Prologue Join Luke as he embraces godhood, and sets out to create more tales of fantastical worlds with incredible, absurd sexual pleasure between men! (added: 5 Nov 2022)
Walt Luke’s first story begins after his rise to godhood. We follow Walt in the start of his day and gain a glimpse into this new, cum-drenched world.  (added: 31 Dec 2022)
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Prologue

Note: This prologue serves as a framing device, and is not necessary to enjoy the individual entries.

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Luke still was not entirely certain how, but he had obtained godhood. As of that morning, the world conformed to every statement he made. Nobody remembered the way it had been, for the world had (evidently) always been as Luke said.

School really “should close down for the day,” his father uncharacteristically agreed.

Luke really was “glad to be stuck at home with Mikey,” his somewhat younger brother.

And Luke really did “get to the bottom of why this morning feels so weird.”

Naturally his next several commands for reality were to bestow upon him “omnipotence, omniscience, and the capacity to handle both without any detriment.” A time stop, a small pocket dimension adjacent to reality, and a dose of still-present teen hormones left Luke where he was now: rapidly fucking his way through body-copies of every celebrity crush his gay heart had ever held.

Currently, Chris Evans’s visage was bent over in front of Luke, proffering an ass slightly fuller than even the real deal, and certainly more stretched out. Legs spread wide in a ‘standing’ position, the body double was bent at 90 degrees and had both arms extended to grip what could only be described as vaguely a sofa. (Luke had never bothered to finish creating the prop, lavishing detail on the lookalike instead.) Every muscle of the blonde man caught gentle shadows, highlighting the contours. Every inch of skin held a slight gleam from sweat. And the body-copy’s 15-foot cock paused its constant dribbling of pre-cum only to launch its 5th orgasm this minute.

“Ffff-uck!” Luke yelled, as his engorged 20foot dick began blasting gouts of cum in sync with his toy slut. The body-copy Chris Evans’ ass rapidly leaked the sticky stuff, whilst Luke attempted to ignore knowing (and deciding) that each round of his cannon was exactly 1 liter. Instead, he favored feeling the overwhelming ecstasy blazing in the barrel of this analogy.

Except it wasn’t overwhelming. Oh, certainly this would have rendered him insensate before godhood, but Luke was still aware of the spontaneous creation of endless cream in his balls. Every vein and artery along his prick as it continued ramming in and out of an enhanced Chris Evans bubble butt. The sensual bounce of said body-copy’s pecs, despite being out of sight. The decision to not let the perpetual six-pack distend under the pressure of what was now 121.4 liters of cum remaining after 3.6 liters spilled to their feet. How many sperm cells were in every cubic milliliter of said cum. Luke was even aware of the temperature of his space outside of space, how many molecules of nitrogen, oxygen, carbon dioxide, and more were in it, and the thermal energy of every. Single. Fucking. One.

Luke concluded that true omniscience at all times had some drawbacks. And that he wanted to fuck more.

It was not long, in this space set aside from time, until Luke had more. Much more. At first he simply adopted the same form as his personalized Chris Evans duplicate, tripled the size of his engorged dick, and rammed that 5-foot fucker straight up the body-copy’s ass, out the mouth and throat, and into the beautiful bubbly butt of an additional Chris Evans body-copy.

Thrusting with speeds rivaling a jackhammer, Luke came wildly. Thick ropes of cum covered everywhere, the floor, the ‘sofa’, the walls he decided should, exist, the Evans, and himself of course. Luke did not stop cumming, letting his burning orgasm continue for a minute. Two minutes. More.

By minute 5 of this utter, burning exhilaration, Luke decided on more. Every body in the room got a touch up: plumper pecs, clearer abs, thicker dicks, and more. And then the excess began in earnest. His cock was now exceeding 10 feet long, with three sluts that could no longer be fairly compared to Chris Evans were impaled like a kebab from one end. Only for the mindless fuckees to be thrust into from the other side by another Luke, his mind receiving both their pleasures at once. The resulting torrents of unending spunk were blasting out the mouths and asses of the bottoms on either end of the double spitroast, and splattering off the immaculate and immovable abs and pecs of Luke and Luke.

Quantity was a quality, and so 10 more such duos appeared, Luke’s mind being flooded with enough raw pleasure to last the world a generation. On a whim, he overtook the previously unthinking bottom-slut bodies, and also felt the raw sensation of being utterly filled and the pleasure of an inside made almost entirely of pleasure sensors.

Luke thought, “Fuck it, why go gradual?” And embodying the same spirit that wished for omnipotence and omniscience, made his copies literally infinite. Left and right, above and below. Even in between. An endless world of himself fucking, cumming, spitroasting, and attempting to overload himself with raw sexual ecstasy.

After an indeterminate amount of time. (Actually, Luke knew it was exactly the equivalent of 2 days.) Luke decided on more. He began rapidly growing every dick in his little reality, letting it multiply the sensation. He let the unending cum accumulate, quickly replacing air as what he breathed. He let every crotch sprout more cocks, and made them prehensile enough to find and enter bubbly ass after bubbly ass. Within minutes, every single hole had at least 100 rods rammed into it, obeying no laws of physics or biology,

The rate of expansion was exponential. The pleasure was limitless. Luke was god, any limits were arbitrary!

Arbitrary.

Luke returned To just two of himself. With relatively normal 14 inch dicks, slow fucking and periodically cumming with quiet moans. That experience had been pleasurable, there was no denying it, but it had felt empty. He’d try again.

This time, there remained only two Lukes. Except Top-Luke’s penis extended from the base, longer and longer until it snaked its way out bottom-Luke’s mouth. Quiet dribbles of cum splattered to the floor from both Luke’s eager dicks. Prehensile as he willed it, the top-cock snaked its way down along Bottom’s jaw and neck. Traced the crevasse of his voluminous chest. Navigated the valleys of his abs. Ran two loops around Bottom’s own heaving member (with a firm squeeze for good measure). And slid its way into Bottom-Luke’s ass for a second time.

And then a third, now constantly leaving pre-cum in its slick wake.

And a fifth, trailing its eternal trails of cum.

And a tenth, its slick tracks across its own layers of cockflesh resembling an inverted waterslide of semen.

A twentieth, faster and faster.

A two hundredth spraying cum every which way.

A five thousandth.

Already a millionth.

Arbitrary.

On his next attempt to find fulfillment, Luke replicated the planets, galaxy, and universe as he now completely understood it, bar the life found within. Ramming his dick through countless galaxies at once was difficult without modifications. Once he got the hang of aligning their black hole cores like a Fleshlight, it quickly became... arbitrary.

Flooding planets with cum. Arbitrary.

Infinite pup play. Arbitrary.

A factory of endless virgin holes. Arbitrary.

Arbitrary. Arbitrary. Arbitrary.

Finally, Luke decided on what he would do.

He would live vicariously. Create worlds of incredible pleasure in their own right, and then step into their shoes for a while. Experience new premises, with incredible potential, but some limits to give meaning to what is achieved.

In fact, he could even share them back home. Sure, he had already resolved to not fuck up his home world by retroactively making the planet a cum-covered planet of hyper-masculine dick-suckers. Or writing his own mother out of existence. Or writing only his own grandparents back in.

Instead, his only legacy would be the stories he left behind. Erotica so exotic that it simply must be the work of fiction.

Exotica.

 

Walt

Luke had long imagined a world of endless free, casual sex. A world of open boners, casual contact, and fucking at any given moment. A world where cum came readily and a load up the ass was just a longer hello. Where physicality was king in a world of kings. Large, ripped kings with multi-foot, drooling cocks, to be specific.

Of course, this would fly in the face of most anything remotely logical or natural, so some steps would need to be taken. Such as installing an artifical intelligence to run his new humanity, and breaking the conservation of matter to produce the onslaught of cum he craved. And that combination, of endless cum and an beneficent machine in the background, gave him an idea...

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Walt awoke moaning to the sensation of pleasure burning its way through his two-and-a-half foot dick. It was 13 inches around and lodged thoroughly into the hole in the center of his mattress. All through the night, his dick had been slowly milked by the pump built into his rented bed, and the sensation of it bringing him to orgasm was what finally broke the spell of sleep. The thrill was electrifying as his cock pumped rope after thick rope into the eager machine. Walt laid there for a solid minute as he released, shuddering and clutching the edges of mattress while the thrills ran through his veins.

When it was over, Walt’s muscles finally relaxed. Despite the surge he had just experienced, he was still feeling groggy and his body was limp. Rather than disengage the still-working pump clamped to his rod, he began to slowly hump it with his yet ongoing hardon. As he did so, Walt took this time to once again appreciate the body he was built with: boulder shoulders, biceps and triceps rivaling the size of his head. A chest that, even now, needed a several-inch depression in the mattress to make sleeping face down comfortable. Thighs nearly as thick as his trim waist and diamond calves to match. A stunningly muscled back that was catching the sunlight sifting through the curtains, its crests and valleys a wonderful work of art. However, what Walt’s hands roamed to was his phenomenal ass. Each glorious mound of it rose and fell like ocean buoys while Walt steadily humped his fleshjack.

Walt began by kneading his muscular cheeks, savoring their dense-yet malleable consistency. Before long though, Walt succumbed to temptation and his fingers began to pull them apart, exposing the well-used hole therein to the sun’s morning rays. It felt empty, and not for the first time he wished he had sprung for a rental that included a piston-operated dildo up his ass. Alas, he had been saving, and such extravagance did not particularly boost his nocturnal emissions. Instead, he twisted around and began shoving his strong fingers up there. Two, then four, none to gently as he struggled with the twisting stretch while his multi-foot dick was still being steadily sucked and jacked off by the pump below him.

Speaking of which, Walt figured he should finish up his stay. Extracting his fingers, he moved towards a planking position. With a concerted grunt the man pushed his torso up with both arms and began to thrust with more vigor, really focusing now on the sensations in his veiny dick. It took just under a minute of fierce determination, with Walt ramming his few feet of monster in and out of the poor pump, ass bouncing and arms slightly straining as he held his pose. Then ecstacy came. Or rather, he came and thus experienced ecstacy. One, two, three, and more enormous blasts erupted from his tip as Walt unloaded everything he had into the pump. The force this time easily eclipsed his first orgasm of the morning, the pressure being more than the pump could keep up with and causing a spray to break free, coating his balls, abs, and the rest of his hips in his own slick cum.

Still, the pump worked dutifully on for the minutes Walt took to finish. Each shot ultimately was piped into a turbine that generated power for the entire city. And more importantly to Walt, it tracked who made each contribution, adding it to their balance of Cum Credits. There were other ways to earn CC, but blasting loads into a city machine was by far the easiest. So easy, it could be done in your sleep.

Walt finally disengaged the pump and began to extract himself from his bed, completing some yoga stretches along the way. It was a way to warm the body, limber for the expected exertions, and get a good eyeful of himself in the wall-sized mirror his room had. Child’s pose flattered his arms resting above his head and left his rear looking plush. Shifting to downward facing dog gave each of those groups another chance to show off their muscular magnificence in the pale morning light. Finally standing, Walt went through a few arm stretches and twists of his torso to really limber up, staring at the reflection of his masculine beauty. At 6 feet and 10 inches of height, a thick dick hard and ready just below his chin, and muscles turning every inch of his body into a work of lewd art, Walt knew from experience that just a look at him would tempt a man to fucking right there on the streets.

Finally, Walt felt ready for the day. Reaching down to his cum-slicked prick, he checked his cock ring. The thin device was sturdy, and had a small LED display on it where it was fastened above Walt’s onion-sized balls. According to its report, Walt had experienced a total of 23 orgasms in his sleep last night, with an average volume just above 2.5 gallons each, for a total over 100 Cum Credits. It had cost a mere 20 to rent the otherwise bare room for the night, so Walt was fairly happy with his night’s phallic profits.

With a final stretch and stare in the mirror, Walt took several decisive steps, letting his little rented room behind. The door gave a little cheery beep as he and his cockring passed through into the little hallway, and from there to the building’s stairwell. Finally free of the sleeping quarter’s soundproofing, Walt basked in the sounds of the city. He leaned forward onto the stair railing and nudged his cock forward through the bars, listening to the moaning below. The slapping of flesh and ample ass. The grunts of exertion each time a man hit his limit. And the near constant splattering of cum as it hit the ground. Walt’s own dick was leaking thoroughly in sympathetic anticipation now, creating a continuous trickling stream that began a pool on the lobby tiles 5 floors below. Walt stood there for a time, basking in the soundscape and the building tension within his own loins. The steadily rising desire to strut down there and savagely fuck along with all the other men of the city.

And then Walt was blind and gasping. Hands covered his eyes and a solid foot of solid dick was jammed unceremoniously up his hole, into his engorged prostate. Behind him, a baritone spoke up. “You always do love to bask in it, huh? Well, guess who!” The owner of the enormous dick was cheery, skipping the hello as he had already greeted Walt’s rear, stomach, and now slowly Walt’s chest as he steadily slid deeper.

Walt took his time in replying, choosing to shift his cheeks and his insides around the man’s rigid rod. The thing barely moved in response to Walt’s motions, and was hard enough that his sensitive hole could feel the major veins as they snaked across the impaling pole of flesh. The pattern was distinctive to Walt, who had taken this particular penis innummerable times, but that was not how he chose to identify the man behind him.

“Loud, rough with his hands, quick to dick, and a sense of humor like this? I’ve missed you Kev! Where have you been this last week?” Walt grinned as the hands were removed from his eyes, and twisted around to see his old friend, using each arm to hold the railing and heaving each leg to rest on Kev’s shoulders instead of the ground. Kev’s dick, naturally, was barely moved by the whole process.

And what shoulders they were! Kev was somewhat more tanned than Walt and clearly built to use his arms. Though muscular everywhere in a manner similar to Walt, Kev was a gymnast with a passion for the rings. There were many happy memories of Kev completing pull ups, chin ups, practice routines, and otherwise hanging from a sturdy bar or pair of rings with his semi-erect cock slapping between his dangling legs. Or his hard cock getting in the way of his face and equipment. Or of said cock being kept out of the way by being inside Walt (or another man) while Kev struggled and showed off just how powerful his incredible arms and torso really were.

Kev reached forward and rustled Walt’s short blonde hair. “The beach, of course! Turns out they installed some pull up bars on Port, so I’ve been getting in some new friends and introducing them to some of of my favorite moves. Ferg blew a load just seeing me carry two of the dudes at once, let alone fucking them!” Walt knew the likely truth was that ‘getting fucked’ was more accurate, since Kev’s mobility was limited once his strength was focused on remaining in the air. The gymnast’s new friends would be the ones putting work into the actual sex, but Kev’s point remained.

“I still want to see that 5-man routine again, with two of you on the rings and three balanced on top. Only this time I’ll be directly underneath when you make it rain. You still haven’t managed to stumble across them again?” Walt’s tone was casual and without strain, despite now actively bouncing his ass up and down Kev’s shaft. Kev thrusted in time, resulting in over a foot of cock sliding in and out and reverberating ripples across Walt’s ample ass with each hammering blow.

“Nah, nah. Think they- gah!” Kev cut himself off with a grunt and Walt could feel the extra spurt of pre being shot deep in his hole. Naturally walt squeezed, elicting a rough moan from his handsome ambusher. “Think. They. Wanted. To. Go. Pro. Ahh!”

“Poor thing, you really can’t finish a sentence, can you?” Walt loved teasing Kev, as the two had a history of friendly ribbing. Walt shifted his legs down to wrap around Kev’s waist and pushed off the railing. Deftly wrapping his heavily corded arms under Kev’s own guns, Walt shoved his face up close and whispered. “Let’s start this morning off right, shall we?” Kev, for his part, only managed a faint gasp before Walt shoved in for a kiss.

Tongue was quickly brought into the equation, and Walt began to roll his abs as he practically slammed his ass into Kev’s pelvis. The repeated blows eventually cost Kev his balance and the two collapsed to the ground. Kev’s ability to speak was not helped by the constant ropes of precum falling from Walt’s waving cock. Both of them were short for air before long anyways, gasping and moaning as their frantic energy picked up for Walt’s third time today. And more surely than the tides, pressurized cum was soon blasting up Walt’s ass (and out of it) while his own member attempted to power wash the door back into the hall. Each time one of them began to lag in their deluge they would redouble them efforts, perpetuating their pleasure for minutes on end. Until finally their muscles gave out, and they fell into each other limp and soaked.

“I missed you, you fucker,” Kev whispered quietly. Walt had only a smile and a kiss, as the two lay there in each other’s arms. At least until one of them began to shift, and Kev’s cock returned to raging hardness inside Walt.

2 parts 3,474 words Added Nov 2022 Updated 31 Dec 2022 7,359 views 4.7 stars (9 votes)

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