Notte

Blind Taste - [Patreon Exclusive]

The dimly lit stall thrummed with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of musk and desire. A lone wolf knelt before the partition, his breath slow and measured as his fingers traced the smooth surface of the wall, just beside the waiting shape that had emerged through the opening. A shiver ran down his spine, part instinct, part hunger.

His tongue flicked out, testing the heat that radiated from the stallion’s offering, the taste of salt and virility teasing his senses. His lips hovered, barely brushing, savoring the tension, the silent pulse of need. His breath, warm and eager, ghosted over the rigid form, drawing a sharp inhale from the other side. The wolf smirked. He was in no rush, he wanted to feel the power in his grasp, to let the anticipation coil tighter, hotter.

His slicky tongue finally traced a slow, deliberate path, savoring every inch like a predator toying with his prize. His hands, firm yet reverent, braced against the wooden barrier, feeling the quiver of muscles beyond. Each movement, each lingering pause, was a silent promise. This was a game of patience and pleasure, and he was going to take his time devouring every moment of it.

Jade

Jade is a walking storm of muscle and energy, a powerhouse wrapped in slick emerald scales that gleam under the neon lights. Every flex of his sculpted frame makes his thick hide ripple, his broad chest rising and falling with a confidence that demands attention. He’s loud, cocky, and lives for the party—his deep, rolling laughter cutting through the bass-heavy air like a thunderclap.

Draped in his favorite combo: snapback and loose tanktop, that does nothing to hide his bulging pecs, he is used to lean back, spreading his stance wide like he owns the place. His golden eyes glint with mischief, his sharp grin flashing as he throws an arm around a friend, yanking them close in a boisterous display of dominance and camaraderie.

The heat of the clubs clings to him, beads of sweat tracing down the ridges of his abs as he downs another shot, his thick tail lazily swaying behind him. He knows he looks good—hell, he feels good—and he makes sure everyone else knows it too. When he moves, it’s with the swagger of someone who knows he’s the biggest presence in the room, muscles rolling beneath his skin like a coiled predator just waiting for an excuse to pounce.

Uni-Horn(y) - [Patreon Exclusive]

He knows they’re looking. How could they not? It’s impossible to not notice, and that knowledge alone makes his face burn. He shifts in place, fidgeting, trying to act like it doesn’t bother him—even though it does. Not because he hates it, but because he doesn’t know what to do with it.

The whispers, the stolen glances, the teasing smirks—they send a nervous thrill through him, a mix of embarrassment and something deeper, something he’s too shy to admit. He wants to hide, to cover up, to pretend it’s not a big deal… but at the same time, his pulse quickens when someone’s eyes linger. When they notice.

//

It started with a teasing remark, the kind that made his ears flick and his cheeks burn, but he didn’t run this time. Maybe it was the way you looked at him—not just with amusement, but with something softer, something wanting. His usual insecurity bubbled up, ready to pull him back, but then your hand brushed him, grounding him in the moment.

One thing led to another—a quiet conversation, a lingering touch. He just felt wanted. And when you finally pulled him close, you let him fumble through his nerves, let him stammer out half-formed protests that neither of you believed. And when you kissed him—slow, reassuring, hungry—he finally let go of the tension he always carried.

Refreshing - [Patreon Exclusive]

There’s nothing quite like the chill of a cool shower cascading over heated body after an intense workout—the water tracing over every sculpted muscle, soothing the burn with each refreshing drop.

Feeling tempted? The shower’s a bit snug, but if you don’t mind getting up close, you just might find a way to squeeze in beside him.

So This Is What It Feels Like.

Sean’s first time bottoming left him utterly captivated—his body still tingling, his mind lost in the intoxicating rush of it all. That first taste of submission wasn’t just an experience; it was a revelation, a hunger ignited deep within him. Now, he ached for more, yearning to feel that same exquisite intensity again and again.

Getting Hotter - [Patreon Exclusive]

"S-sorry... the heat is playing on me..."

"Yeah, the heat~"

Pampered - [Patreon Exclusive]

Multitasking at it's finest!

All-You-Can-Eat

Do you think you have enough tongue for this big boy?

Tundra's Turf War - [Patreon Exclusive]

Diplomacy has never tasted so sweet.

Need a Lift? - [Patreon Exclusive]

Who needs doggystyle when you have the strenght to manhandle your bottoms?

Can't Wait

Ever felt the need to just drop your clothes and find the nearest bed? These just couldn't wait. Right here, right now.

City of Life - [Patreon Exclusive]

Amid the neon arteries of the city, where indulgence is not a sin but a currency, stands City of Life—a cathedral of excess, pulsing to the rhythm of want.

Here, pleasure is an art form, sculpted in velvet and chrome, where the elite sip liquid gold beneath gilded neon lights while the untamed lose themselves in the feverish embrace of the dance floor.

The air hums with the perfume of pheromones, sweat, and something almost divine—an invitation, a promise. In City of Life, restraint is a relic of the past, and desire is not merely satisfied—it is sanctified.

Here, nothing is denied, and everything is devoured.

On the Lookout

The cool night air and raindrops kissed bare fur, slicking over thick muscle and rolling down his powerful frame in slow, glistening trails. Every inch of him was bared to the night, from the swell of his chest to the deep ridges of mass, the downpour accentuating every contour of his massive form.

His clothes hung forgotten in one massive hand, fingers flexing around the damp fabric. He could cover himself—hide the heavy weight of his presence—but where was the fun in that? The thrill of exposure burned hotter than the chill of the rain.

Streetlights flickered, their cold glow barely cutting through the mist. The city pulsed around him—distant headlights, hurried footsteps, the occasional murmur of voices just out of reach. Someone could be watching. Someone could see him now.

A deep, rumbling breath filled his chest, his nostrils flaring. He stood firm, defiant, unashamed.

Let them look. Let them wonder. He wasn’t hiding. Not tonight.

Gotcha - [Patreon Exclusive]

"'Ya didn't put up much resistance. Looks like you actually wanted it~"

"Fhhagh Yuu".

Crave

Heartbeat racing, breath out of control, eyes glued to the desire.
There's only one thing you long for in the entire world. 

Drip Drip Drip - [Patreon Exclusive]

The wind rustles through the tree canopy. Birds sing. The sun's warmth kisses your face. You smell honey, resin, tree bark, ...precum?

Something drips on your shoulder.
A deep rumble startles you. You turn around.

A towering figure blocks the sunrays. Your eyes take a couple of second to adapt.

"Oh shit..."

*Incoherent horny bear noise*

...

"Guess I'll bottom today..."

Only Skunks - [Patreon Exclusive]

When Mike and Lou stumble upon Mr. Floyd’s very revealing online account, they see way more of him than they ever expected. A tantalizing tale of accidental discovery, buried secrets, and the undeniable truth: some teachers give extra credit in ways no student could ever imagine.

One thing’s for sure: class will never feel the same again.

Addicted - [Patreon Exclusive]

Is Angel Dust the definitive bottom of recent year's media?

Here's my arguments:

• Brat

• Small

• Cute

• Horny

  That concludes our presentation of evidence, your honor.

Beer & Sausages - [Patreon Exclusive]

A large TIP is appreciated~

A+ An Unexpected Test

Well well well, how the turntables! The next sub could be right around the corner, they just need the right trigger! In this case: a surprisingly hefty nerd ☝️🤓

Commission for anon on Patreon.

Agape

Agape was born under a divine omen - a falling star that bathed the night sky in gold. Some whispered that he was a gift from the gods, a child of strength and passion destined for greatness. Raised in the heart of Thebes, he trained as a warrior and a philosopher, his body sculpted through battle and his mind sharpened by debate.

His golden horns, believed to be a blessing from Hephaestus himself, made him both revered and envied. Draped in a crimson toga, he became a symbol of power and desire, admired by nobles and warriors alike. Though he fought in the arena and dined with kings, Agape sought something more - a purpose beyond flesh and glory, a love worthy of his name.

Equine's Problems - [Patreon Exclusive]

"Welcome back home! Sorry about the mess, I couldn't resist... A hand for clean-up?"

Checkup

Why do people hate going to the doctor?!

Patricians' Delight - [Patreon Exclusive]

Pleasure slave or slave to the pleasure?~

Getting a Raise (?)

Team-building activities are mandatory in this office!

A revised realistic style I've been experimenting with.

Looking for a Trainer - [Patreon Exclusive]

"Arc aarc arrc? - (What are you going to do, Trainer?)"

Forest of The Flying Kicks

The Hajime bandwagon has started! All aboard! Next stop: Tanuki Pound Town!

Gig Audition - [Patreon Exclusive]

*Browsing the web. An annoying ad pops up*

-What's this? A casting for a new entertaiment project? "Strong build and stamina required, submit a video example of your skills". Intriguing, sounds like quick easy cash...-

OBEY

Submit. Bow. Worship.

Musky Thief - [Patreon Exclusive]

WARNING TO THE CUSTOMERS

There have been disappearances from the gym's locker room. Please beware on leaving unattended your underwear.