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Here’s a tasty bit of seasonal fun splattered with zombie chills and seXXXy thrills. Jessie Lee is the Zombie King, an ancient undead horndog clad in kinky gold finery. We see him lure a hot young hipster (Zario Travezz) to his fetishy throne for some filthy kicks. When he announces “I’m gonna fuck you and feed you my cum,” Zario doesn’t know what he’s in for. The minute the toxic zombie cum touches his lips, he quakes and flails until a green flash of lightning binds him to the Zombie King as a faithful minion. The two set out to turn a sexy couple to complete their horny cell.
That couple is (Grabbys winner for “Best Newcomer”) Jack Hunter and his partner, David Ace. The unwitting pair gets a mysterious sex party invite entitled “Cum Into My Web” and find themselves playing cat and mouse in a fateful foursome with Jessie and Zario. David spots Zario in a hot fetishy shredded outfit, gold slave chain and leather cap, and gets his sexual motor revved up for action. In the sling room Zario pounds David’s happy hole while Jack peeks through a slightly open door. When Zario’s sperm drizzles into David’s hungry mouth, Jack watches in horror as his love turns into a sex-driven zombie. He rushes to search on his phone for the secret of “How to turn a zombie human again.” When the answer states that only by feeding the King the “cum of pure love” can you defeat him and turn all his minions back to their human form, he knows it’s all up to him.
Can Jack seduce the Zombie King and jizz that potent elixir that defeats the zombie curse? Thinking of his love for David, he sets out for the King”s throne room to fuck some sweet, sweet love juice down his undead throat. The Zombie King plans to turn Jack into his final zombie slave, but he has no idea of the hot hero he”s up against.
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By Taurus
James was awoken at 8 am by all the lights of his cell – they turned on simultaneously and rendered the pitch black blinding white in an instant – and a blaring from above.
He pulled himself up, trying his utmost to shield his eyes with his mitted hands, which watered profusely, and let them adjust.
By the time he acclimated, Arnold emerged from the cell door, on the wall in front of him, and the blaring alarm stopped. A bottle of protein shake with a straw stood at the corner of his mattress.
“Drink.”
James knew there was no way he could pick up the bottle, so he bent down and sucked on the straw on all fours. A pat of affirmation confirmed that this was the right way to do things.
“Slave, don’t answer me. Yesterday was a taster, since you only had basically half a day here. From now on, your life will become tougher.”
A bottle of water was produced. This time, James was fed.
“It’s to prepare for what’s come,” said Arnold.
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By Taurus
James was asleep when he arrived at his destination. He was awoken by the sensation of being blindfolded and ballgagged.
He was untied and pulled from the trailer. The moment his feet met solid ground – coarse concrete – the rope nooses on his wrists were brought behind him and secured to each other. The leg rope nooses were connected as well, but with some slack to function as a makeshift leg chain. As he shuffled about to find his footing, bits of sand he felt between his toes told him he was in a desert.
It was a hard day for James.
The dry heat on his skin triggered him to sweat, indicating to him that it was morning, and not just any old morning either. It was the kind where there were no clouds at all, just the sun bearing down with all its might, and every movement is laboured, seemingly weighed down by the scorching hot light.
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By Taurus
James did not leave his house for three days. All he would do was eat simple microwavable meals he had delivered to his house a while back and simply roleplay as a slave.
He would turn up his speakers to play some music, while knelt in a corner of the carpet, gagged, plugged and with his hands behind his back.
He would imagine himself at a party. A chic cocktail party where everyone was rich enough to buy the high fashion clothes they were wearing on a whim.
Maybe rich enough to buy him too, which might fit the colour palette of some elegant flooring scheme of walnut and a tan wool carpet.
Of course, he would have to stay off of the carpet. Realizing this, he moved off onto the hard floor.
Bad slave, he reprimanded himself.
He closed his eyes.
What would this party look like?
Smell like?
Feel like?
The lights were dimmed and there was mood lighting.
By Taurus
James sat naked in his living room, a gown to his side. The endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean sprawled out in front of him, accompanied by little more than an idyllic blue sky and a mild scattering of a few clouds here and there – a gently moving fresco on his wall, framed by a window two floors tall.
Still, this extravagant ornament of an ocean was something he had seen every day in the years he had owned this mansion of his. In his defence, nothing on this planet is worthy of gawking at for a million times.
He had passed his duties to an interim CEO who would take his place at the helm of his company for 18 months.
So, what next?
Nothing. Nothingness is next.
Absolute emptiness.